Realistic or Modern UNBEND

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Inspired by Papertown (that movie) and slight Ano Hana


Basically, a group of childhood friends rented a villa in a mountain just outside town to commemorate their middle school graduation and as somehow they all managed to get accepted to the same high school.


They partied so hard that they didn't notice one of their friend, Catherine, slips out into the wood... and went missing.


It took months for the police to find her body at a bottom of a cliff. Police said that it's an accident, she slipped and fall.


The friends blamed each other, blamed themselves, for that day. For not noticing her slipping out, for not stopping her maybe.


3 years later, two months before graduation day, each of the friends received a cryptic message left by Catherine...


When i say 'cryptic', i meant it. I am going to make tons of code that you will have to solve so the story/RP could progress

 

[yoikes]

Elise Trant





The sound of her alarm is hard to miss, as it is the sound of her voice singing a recently popular pop song. As soon as she heard her own singing voice, her hand reflectly moved to turn it off before anyone could hear it.


Elise woke up with a yawn. It's Friday, but not just a usual Friday. Today is Catherine's birthday. She would turn 18 today.


Elise sat up and looked outside her window. She could see Catherine's room today, the curtains are open. It looked empty, seems like they have taken down her posters and packed away her stuff.


Elise met Mrs. Layton on her way to the bus stop. She greeted with a smile, Elise smiled back. It was a little awkward, it was always been ever since that accident.


"Going to school?" Mrs. Layton asked, Elise quietly nod. "I see... Are you... Going to visit her?"


"Yes, I planned to. Right after school." Elise instantly replied. Of course she will visit Catherine's grave, it's something that she always do every year. And then, before she could continue, the familiar yellow school bus passed her on the street and stopped in front of the bus stop. "Oh, see you, Mrs. Layton. I have too go now."


"Elise?" Mrs. Layton called. "Will everyone..."


"I don't know." Elise shook her head, and with a sad smile on her face she ran and jumped inside the bus just in time. She sat to the nearest empty seat and sat there like a good kid.


(PS: you are not necessarily ride the same bus as Elise or in the same class as her, but visiting Catherine's grave is a must)

 

[KingofAesir]

Callen quite honestly hated mornings. Not for the reason most teenagers do. But because every time she awoke she half expected to hear her mother brewing coffee downstairs. It was hard to believe that her mother hadn't been here for almost a year now, hadn't looked at her, or even spoken. It was a vicious cycle, she would go to school, then to the hospital to sit there and talk to her completely unresponsive mother. Talking made her feel better, getting things off her chest. Even if it was to someone who probably couldn't hear her.


Dragging herself from the confines of her blankets she shuffled into the bathroom to take a shower. It was cold, the water bill hadn't been paid. She really needed a job. Dorothea, her mothers nurse, had already offered to pay for things like that. Callen being Callen, too prideful to except something like that, had refused. She was beginning to regret that decision.


She was out the door thirty minutes later, dressed in a blue long sleeve, button down shirt and black jeans. Her favorite leather jacket pulled over her shoulders. She dug around for her keys, finding them she unlocked the doors to her light blue 1996 Ford Mustang. She dreaded school, hated seeing people who knew about that night at the cabin. Hating seeing Jamie, who every time she saw her, looked at her with a hurt expression and something else mixed into her eyes. Callen missed her, she honestly did, she'd been stupid that night to tell her best friend the things she did. But, she doubted it would ever be the same as before if she couldn't even muster up the courage to talk to the girl.


School was about a ten minute drive from her home, and she arrived in time to see Mrs. Curler walking into the school doors. That meant she was early, Mrs. Curler was always the first teacher their. Callen parked and sat back in her seat, closing her eyes. Life is boring.


She'd go visit Catherine's grave today. Everyone probably would, it was her birthday after all. No matter how hard it would be to see friends she had barely even talked to since that night. She would go, for Catherine, if not herself.

 

[MarkNorbert]

The living room was all but covered in a thick layer of darkness, with occasional beams of lighting shinning throughout the room with ease, each time, with a different set of colors and shapes. They danced on the walls with exaggerated beauty, uncontrollable and unpredictable, as it always did, every morning. They were all sucked in by a much more powerful source of light, a crusher of darkness and bringer of light. The light bulb sparkled with pride on the ceiling. The colorful lights disappeared, but were still visible upon the screen. The volume was extremely low, to the point you could barely hear anything at all. It was a food commercial this time. And it never had the chance to reach the finish line as the screen went silent. Black. Just after the TV was shut off, the man who was sleeping deply on the old green sofa, who was not even bothered by the massive light expansion in the room, up until the TV abandoned him, lifting its hypnosis upon him. He woke up, with a yelp, with eyes open. He instantly narrowed his eyes, as his eyes did not adjust fast enough to the light. But as his vision came back to him, he couldn't notice the so familiar figure in front of him. It was Benjamin with the remote control in his hand. The man looked at him and gave him a small smile.


'What time is it?' he asked, scratching his eyes.


'Around six in the morning.' Benjamin answered, setting the remote detonator on top of the old wooden coffee table. The man looked surprised and did not hide it at all.


'You're up early.' he said, getting up and stretched himself, his hands, high upon the ground.


'Yeah. I guess so. Breakfast's ready.' Benjamin motioned towards the kitchen.


Both males walked inside the kitchen room, which wasn't far away, just a couple of steps to walk. The kitchen was not a big room. It had what each kitchen had, the usual equipment. In the middle of the room was a small wooden, round table, with three wooden chairs surrounding it. On top of the table were plates with pancakes, a kitchen knife, a fork and a glass bottle of syrup next to it. They both sat down, almost in unison and began feasting. At first, it was silence. It was always silence in the beginning. Up until his father began their morning conversation. It was always the same.


'Don't make any plans for this weekend.' his father informed Benjamin. He had no need from his father to say more, as he knew very well what that meant. His father will work this weekend as well. Just like the last one. Just like the last one before the last one. He always was surprised how come this man could handle it, with all this work and barely any free time. But he had to work, didn't he? They weren't in the best financial situation, bills had to be payed, food had to be payed too. 'Also, I spoke to Robert. After you graduate, if you want, you can come work with me'. Robert was his father's boss. He was a thick man, bald and strong, kind and hard working. He was a good man and he would sometimes come visit his father. You could easily classify the man as a family friend.


'I'll think about it.' Benjamin responded, finishing his breakfast, much more faster than his father. He grabbed his plate, placed the kitchen knife and his fork on top of the plate and stood up from his chair, walking towards the sink and placed them inside.


'It's today, isn't it?' his father asked. Benjamin looked at him with a puzzled look before realizing what he meant. His facial expression changed drastically from puzzled to sad. He turned around, sinking his hands in the kitchen's sink, trying to wash the plate, only to realize he didn't release the stream of water. 'You will visit, yes?' he asked.


'I don't know. I guess. If I got time.' Benjamin said, brushing it off casually.


'You didn't visit last year. You should really go.' he placed his fork on the table, resting his chin on his hands. 'She's your friend. Make a sacrifice and go visit. It's only once a year.'


'They will be there. Don't feel like seeing their faces. I'm pretty sure they also hate me.' he faced his father, leaning on the kitchen's counter.


'Well.' he spoke, then rose from his chair, grabbing his plate and walking towards Benjamin, to the sink. 'It is your decision.' he said, finishing their conversation as he walked out from the kitchen.


He stayed in the kitchen for a brief time, enjoying the calming silence, enjoying the peace he was gifted with. For a brief moment. Just a simple moment. But it was but a moment and Benjamin had to abandon this feeling of peace and silence. As he walked upstairs, changed his clothes to a pair of dark blue jeans, a black hoodie and a pair of black converse. He grabbed his backpack before leaving his room, and then, his house, to walk towards the school's bus. When he entered it, he glanced towards the back of the bus, towards empty seats and walked towards them. On his way to the back of the bus, he glanced towards Elise, who seemed undisturbed. He did not looked at her for long, but hurried towards the back. He sat down, pulling his phone and earphones and scrolled inside his playlist. Once he picked a song, he pulled a notebook and a pencil from his backpack and opened the notebook, starting at the empty pages, gently shaking his head to the rhythm. He waited for the inspiration to arrive.

 

[DreamsAreForDreamers]

Jamie gets up every morning, wake up her brothers, feed them and make sure they get to school. Her parents were off to work already. Today is no different, her brothers are being a a little bit calmer today since they know what is today is and why they shouldn't mess with her today. Today is Catherine's Birthday, the only one who truly knew what was going on her life. Jamie waits at the bus stop with her brothers. Their bus gets there first and then she has 25 minutes to get ready for hers.


"Issac, pay attention to your teacher and don't cause trouble today please. Also watch your brother tonight, I have somewhere to go tonight." She says to her oldest younger brother who was turning 13 next week. Issac nods, looking down slightly. He knew his sister didn't need his trouble. She had been the only role model in his life since he was little, since his parents were working all the time.


Jamie then turns to her other little brother, Eric and he had just turn 6 last month. "Listen to your big brother Eric. Don't cause trouble for him." Eric nods "Yes sissy!" Their bus came and they got on. She wave goodbye to her brothers as she runs back in house. She then hurries up and gets dress. She eats whatever is left from what her brothers ate. Jamie then hears the bus and she runs out. Locking the door and running unto the bus.


She sees Elise, and she looks at her with sadness before she clears it up. She also had to deal with the face that Catherine wasn't here with them like she was supposed to be, celebrating her 18th birthday probably giving them another weird code. She felt her eyes teared up both she shakes her head and mutters "Not today. Supposed to be happy." She sighs looking at her hoodie sleeves and knowing what's under them "Well fake happy."

 

[macathan]

Peyton was smilingly walking down the street. Her smile didn't look like her usual, bright and upbeat flow, but instead looked rather soft and sad. Her hands were placed behind her head and she slowly closed her eyes, and kept them closed while walking, she wasn't really afraid to go blind on the road because of how well she knew the suburbs, Peyton looked calm and serene, and today's date is one of the only dates in which Peyton is some form of quite.


While Peyton never did have any feelings of guilt and self-blame on the day in Catherine's death, she still is still respectful enough to visit her grave in silence. She heard a bus come along and hopped on before it went away. She sat on one of the first seats and plugged in her earphones, rough beats of an obviously rock song were switched by her hand, to a softer and calmer tune. Peyton entertained herself by looking out the window and looking at all of the people passing.


'Catherine................................' The girl thought 'How did you die like that?'

 

[Ariel]

Miles awoke with a start in his bed, tangled in the bed sheets and covered in a cold sweat. He glanced over at his alarm clock and groaned softly. It was time to get up and start getting ready for school. He was exhausted and felt as though he hadn't slept at all when really, he had slept, but his dreams had been full of unpleasant nightmares.


In one dream, he saw himself approaching a bloodied snow pile at the bottom of the mountain. A frozen blue hand stuck up from the snow and pointed accusingly at him, stiff and cold. Another dream was held atop of the cliff, the snow cascading down softly but instead of it being white, it was crimson colored. He had been looking down over the cliff, gazing at the bottom, looking for something... when suddenly he heard a distinct voice. After turning around, he saw Catherine standing there, covered in a thin layer of frost, her skin blue and her eyes milky white.


"Why didn't you find me sooner? Why did you let this happen to me?" Her voice was raspy, angry, and hurt all at the same time. The look on her face, which had been betrayal and despair turned to fury and she lunged forward and pushed him off the cliff. Miles knew perfectly well, none of that would have happened. Wherever she was now, he wouldn't have expected her to blame the group for what happened. Catherine wasn't that type of person. Still, the guilt, which had been at a constant simmer, now boiled over, aggravated by the current date. Today she would have been eighteen. An adult finally. Some people waited a long time for this day and cherish it. Catherine would never get the opportunity.


Throwing off his blankets and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he made his way downstairs, opting for an apple and maybe a cold glass of water before he really got moving. He snagged an apple from the bowl on the counter and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Once he had it, he realized how thirsty he was and skipped getting any ice, instead running it right under the tap. The water, despite bit a only little colder than luke warm was satisfying and gone in a matter of seconds. He sat across from his father who was busily typing away at his laptop. The quiet older man looked up at his son, who was inspecting that apple carefully, and removed his reading glasses.


"Did you... sleep well?" Miles shook his head and sighed in exasperation. His father moved the laptop aside and focused his gaze on Miles. "I bet I could guess what's wrong. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Number one Malcolm family rule: Always talk about how your feeling. Holding it inside will only hurt more. It was a rule that had been established after his mother had died but had always been an unspoken rule for basically all of his life. Yet, Miles shook his head. "It's in the past... I just still think about her a lot you know?" His father shook his head and sat back in his chair. "I know. And that's normal. Don't ever forget her but... don't obsess over it too. Are you going to the... Are you going to see her later?"


Miles nodded and looked away. Graveyards were... not usually his thing. Sadly, the only time he ever visited his mother was when they buried her. It wasn't that he didn't care to remember them but he preferred not to think of them as corpses six feet under and instead instead remember the good memories they shared together. Still, he felt like he owed Catherine that much. His mother was more understanding and the family had their own little shrine in the house. Catherine deserved this much. With a small smile at his father, Miles headed back upstairs to get ready.


After he was showered, dressed, and looking halfway decent, although the dark purple rings remained prevalent under his eyes, he closed the door to his room and headed back down stairs for the second time that morning. His father had gone to take a shower and he didn't feel the need to bother him just to tell him to have a good morning so he grabbed his car keys and left. He drove slowly and mechanically, his body going into a sort of auto pilot as his thoughts drifted away.

 

[yoikes]

Elise Trant





Benjamin climbed into the bus. He glanced at her, Elise is pretty sure he did that and that their eyes met. But he didn't say anything and went straight toward the back of the bus. Several stops later, Jamie ran into the bus. She looked at her, before moving on and sat somewhere behind her. She looked sad, again. This has happened for over a year, and this is wrong. Elise missed greeting them with a smile and them greeting her back and sat together and talk about the stupid show that aired last night. But that might not be possible.


Catherine is gone. And staying with each other reminds them of her. Maybe the empty spot, the empty seat next to Elise did too. The beautiful young girl is not there to call their name and tell them to sit in the seat behind or next to them.


Will everyone come to visit her grave, like what they did every year? Should she invite them to come together with her, as a group? No, they will probably avoid her or refuse. Her train of thoughts is disturbed as the bus stopped right in front of the school. The door swung open and Elise quickly stood up and jumps out.


[if that's ok with everyone, i will pace up a little bit and skip straight to after school so we can start the code solving and stuff!


@WinterSoul @NorbertM @Stamper


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[yoikes]

TIME SKIP!





Elise Trant


The school bell rang and almost everyone in her class quickly stood and left the class, the hallway is packed with students and teachers alike. Elise took her time, patiently waited until it's not as crowded as it is now. Two of her classmates approached her.


"Elise!" They called. "Are you coming with us to the gym? Coach want to talk to us about the upcoming tournament."


"Nah, i don't think i can do that today." Elise smiled. "I got to visit someone."


"Oh." They replied as if they remembered something. "Uh... Alright, we tell the Coach."


"Thanks." Elise took her bag and left the classroom. She felt bad for missing out an important meeting, but Catherine is more important for her. She pressed through the crowd and quickly ran to catch the bus heading to the outskirts where the town's cemetery are located. After she gets there, Elise visited a nearby florist to buy some sunflower, a bouquet. Catherine's favourite flower.


She entered the cemetery. It was quiet, no one's there but her. She kept walking, taking turns in corner and soon stopped in a white cross headstone. 'The sun shined brighter because she was here', is written on it alongside Catherine's name, date of birth and her official date of death.


"Happy birthday, Cath." Elise whispered, as she placed the sunflower bouquet in front of the headstone.


@WinterSoul @NorbertM @Stamper

 

[KingofAesir]

Callen's shoulder hurt, that forced her to carry her backpack on her left shoulder. In turn, that caused her to hit the side of the door as she exited the school, and that is what caused her to fall. Now she not only feels terrible, but has grass stains on her jeans. Great.


Her car needed to be washed, it had accumulated mud from her drive the other night. Through the mud on an old back road, behind the hospital. Sighing she slid into the car and ignited the ignition, slowly pulling out of the schools parking lot. She debated just going home, and was on the brink of doing so. But her car drove past the turn and continued on toward the cemetery.


She'd hoped no one would be there. But her hopes were bashed when she caught sight of Elise's form just in front of the white cross she knew to be Catherine's head stone. Shoving her hands in her leather jackets pockets she leaned against the side of a large tombstone, simply looking out at the scene before her.

 

[DreamsAreForDreamers]

Jamie walked out of school waving goodbye to all the groupies that had gather around her. She faked a smile and a giggle "Guys I have to go now! I'll see you later I promised!" She said running off as she gets on the sidewalk towards the graveyard. Every year she goes to her grave, and says sorry for being horrible friend.


She walks onto the graveyard and towards Catherine grave. When she gets there finally, she sees Callen and Elise. She stops and freezes when she saw Callen. She looks down and sighs as she goes forward towards Cat's grave ignoring everyone. She takes out a piece of paper and set it by her grave saying "Like I promised Cat. "


Jamie turns to the others and whispers quietly "Do you think the others are coming as well? Miles? Peyton? Even Benjamin?"

 

[KingofAesir]

Callen watched as Jamie walked right to Catherine's grave, effectively ignoring them. The already present frown on her face depend. It hurt her to see her once best friend, completely ignoring her. But then she spoke. Callen shrugged her shoulders, scuffing her boot on the ground awkwardly.


"I don't know. Ben didn't come last year." Her gaze was downcast, refusing to look up at the people she once called friends. "Then again, neither did I."

 

[macathan]

Peyton asked the bus to stop and then moved out. 'From now on it's just a short walk from here to Cathie's resting place.........' Her shoes thumped against the paved sidewalk and she frowned at the darn noise which was completely annoying the crap out of her. She frowned again, 'Blurgh', she had nothing in her hands, unlike others who might have bought a flower or two she didn't. No point to anyway, Catherine was dead.


And visiting the grave is only an act of respect and nothing else, she let go of Catherine long ago.


She saw Elise, Jamie and Callen after she entered the cemetery. "Others not here yet, huh?" She said it out quietly looking at the three, she sat down in the lotus position in front of her grave and whispered a birthday wish. "Happy birthday, I hope it's nice where ever you are now, you deserved that at least."

@WinterSoul

@DreamsAreForDreamers @too much idea
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[yoikes]

Elise Trant





She heard someone. She turned around, half expecting a ghost. Maybe Catherine's. But instead of some spectral being, she saw Callen and Jamie walking past her in silence. She takes out something, a piece of paper, whispering something to no one. No, probably to Catherine.


She then asked them a question, "Do you think the others are coming as well? Miles? Peyton? Even Benjamin?"


"I don't know. Ben didn't come last year." Callen answered, there's a pause. "Then again, neither did I."


"Where the hell are you, then?" Elise closed her mouth shout. She didn't mean to ask that, but she just did. She quickly shook her head, ignoring Peyton who just arrived. "Don't mind that, please."


@WinterSoul @DreamsAreForDreamers @Lilah Tunth

 

[KingofAesir]

"Where the hell are you, then?" Called jumped at the sound of Elise's voice. Frowning she opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Elise,"Don't mind that, please." Callen sighed, running a hand through blonde hair. She pushed herself off of the headstone she currently leaned against, and moved to stand next to Jamie.


"It's okay. You have every right to be angry. All of you do." She glanced at Jamie, before casting her gaze back to the white cross before them.

 

[DreamsAreForDreamers]

Jamie shakes her head at the words being thrown around. "Maybe it's too hard to come around...Everyone was close with her. " She speaks again as she looks at Callen who has moved next to her as she talks as well. She shakes her head again as she finishes. "No one deserve to be angry at anyone. I didn't start coming till two years after Catherine passed. " She says quietly looking at the grave "I couldn't handle it because she was best friend and now I couldn't see her anymore."


Jamie then glances at Callen, as she tries to contain her feelings. Callen was the girl that she wanted to be with, the girl everyone knows about. She never dated anyone else or could because she was on her mind and she let people know about it, just didn't tell them her name. Everyone thinks it was Catherine but how wrong they were.


"Also, maybe you just need to talk to us. " Jamie says quietly to Callen "I know that one person really misses you."

 

[KingofAesir]

Callen's lips formed into the tiniest of smirks. "Yea? Well, maybe I miss them too." She shoved her hands back into her pockets, still staring at the cross. The boys didn't seem like they were going to show up soon, and to be honest she wasn't surprised. Well, except for maybe Miles, she could understand Benjamin not coming, but Miles...


She shrugged it off, he'd come. She knew that much.


@DreamsAreForDreamers

 

[DreamsAreForDreamers]

Jamie laughs softly, it was real at least. "This person really did have no romantic feelings for Catherine." She looks down softly "This person really misses her best friend....and wishes you would talk with her." She looks up at Callen and smiles softly, then she looks down softly thinking about that night. That stupid night, that made her lose two of the best things that has ever happen to her. She would forever hate that Cabin and those woods.


Jamie looked at Callen and sighs thinking


@WinterSoul

 

[KingofAesir]

"I know." Callen moved to sit down under a large tree behind Catherine's grave. "I know." She repeated, bringing her knees up to her chest. She'd been angry that night, for reasons she didn't even understand. Angry. Not at Jamie, but at God. Her mother had called, telling her that her fathers body was found in the lake. They ruled it as suicide.


@DreamsAreForDreamers

 

[MarkNorbert]

The sky seemed to be happy, with no signs of sadness. It was a clear, blue, beautiful sky, with the occasional, white, undisturbed, fluffy clouds sliding gently in the sky, with no gray feelings approaching, perhaps not even intending in doing so. At least, for this day. It was just an ordinary Friday. It would have been Cat's birthday, if she would have been alive, for that matter. He didn't even intended visiting her grave last year. He tried to move on, with lies covering his undefined feelings, his fears or hopes. But on that day, on that Friday, deep down, he felt the need to visit, or at least to be there. Maybe others wouldn't be there. Maybe just a few of them, one or two. Perhaps.


In the end, Benjamin didn't attend school. The bus drove him there, with the rest of the students, but when he got out, when he watched, patiently and empty at the mass of individuals he knew nothing about, except for rumors, he didn't quite felt like attending. He tried, hard, to find the will, hidden inside of him, carefully and quietly, but he couldn't find it at all. And then, he left. Turned around and walked away. He emptied his mind, leaving it white as a piece of paper and walked and walked, pass by other students, by houses, by buildings, by memories. His pen was in his hand, hesitating to scribble something on the piece of paper, but all that happened was his fingers playing with the lifeless things in his hands. He couldn't give them the essence of life, the beauty of words. He was empty. In his head. And on his notebook as well. He wrote nothing but meaninglessness words on it. He couldn't find those words he needed.


He found a spot to relax, far away from school. To not be disturbed by anyone. Or at least, that's what he thought. Unless someone had some intentions on the rooftop of a building. That's where he was, spread down on the ground, his backpack thrown away, well out of his reach. His earphones were decorating his clothes, but they were silent. His phone was gripped tightly in his hand, but it was black and blissfully quiet. No one called him on that day, no teacher to ask where he is, nor his so-called friends who he hanged out with during his free time. To entertain himself, in some matter. No one. No one but himself, quiet and sleepy. His eyes dragged themselves down, slowly and gradually, going down for a split second, then raising again, then going down again, until he gave in and slept quietly and undisturbed.


His eyes opened and with his vision blurred away, he took a glance at the time. Through razes of blur, he acknowledged the time and grabbed himself up, with his backpack on his back, his earphones tucked away in his jean's pocket, his phone in the other pocket and his thoughts clearing up, after a resting nap. His destination was not home today, nor a place to entertain himself, but instead, it was the graveyard. It was time to visit.


When Benjamin arrived at Catherine's tombstone, he noticed, from a distance, that others were present. He took his time to watch each other carefully. He narrowed his eyes on and on. He didn't remember them easily. He didn't knew them from the time Catherine was alive, didn't bother himself to do so, and now, since there was nothing else to connect each other, he have almost forgotten them. Not everyone, but almost.


He reached for his back pocket and pulled his pack of cigarettes. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it up with a match from his top's pockets. He walked towards Catherine's tombstone, getting closer to the group of girls that have gathered around the stone. He said nothing. No words, nothing. Until he saw Peyton. His lips curved into a small, gentle smirk and his eyes slightly widen a little. He called her out, by her nickname. Or his nickname for her. He then swung his backpack from his back and dropped it at the bottom of his feet and felt down on his posterior. He let out a few smoke clouds before swinging his arm around, wishing to trow his unfinished cigarette away, but before his fingers let go, he restrained himself from doing so. Instead, he pulled it closer to him and used a nearby small rock to pull the warmth away from it. His fingers curled around his backpack, opening it wide and searched inside it. Once he felt the edges of the paper he searched for, he smiled and pulled it out. It was a folded letter which he got up and placed it at the bottom of the tombstone.


'I guess I should say happy birthday.' he whispered gently. 'But I want to do it in person with you. Guess that's not possible now. But, uh,' he trailed off, looking around his surroundings. 'I wrote you something. It ain't much, but, I think it's something you would have wished to read since you've bothered me with it all the time. Take your time.'. He rose up and stared at the piece of paper. There was nothing holding it down, just itself. If a wind would have washed it away, nothing could hold it down. If that would happen, then Benjamin could simply believe that Cat read it. That's what he wished to believe. He grabbed his backpack and walked slightly away, falling down on the ground, his legs stretched out, his backpack, this time, next to it's owner and Benjamin leaning on a tombstone, with a small book out, digging into it, joyfully.

 

[yoikes]

Elise Trant


The next person to come is someone unexpected, at least to Elise.


With a cigarette between his lips, Benjamin silently approached them. Then a small smile appeared on his face, a smile that Elise missed seeing. Elise feel like a fool for thinking that he's happy to see her, of course not. He called out to Peyton. "Foxy", he said. Everyone in the group knew that that's how Benjamin called Peyton, a nickname to tease her.


Then he took out a letter, something for Catherine. She watches as he place it at the bottom of Catherine's tombstone, next to the other gifts and her bouquet. And then he just go, went back inside his own world without saying anything to everyone else. Should she greet him? No, there's no need to do that.


"So... Thank you for coming, i guess. Mrs. Layton will be happy to hear that you are all visited Catherine." Elise scratched the back of her neck, slowly slipping away from the group. "I'm going home first, now. Got something to do."


Time to go.





@NorbertM @WinterSoul @Stamper


feel free to continue your interaction with other characters, please tag me when you guys are finished and we can move on to 'the next day'

 

[macathan]

Peyton stiffened. 'Worked up the guts to arrive? Coward.' was the first thought to enter her mind, and it was a pain not to lash out at him, but she wouldn't, not in front of Cathie's tomb. It would be a horrible act f disrespect to say something bad in a graveyard after all. She took a deep breath, and stared at Cathie's grave. Elise just left, understandable, the girl was very busy.


Her hand reached up to scratch her honey blond hair, and she just rubbed her shoulders afterwards. Unable to keep still she looked around, from Cathie's resting place, to Jamie, to Callen and then to the newest arrival. "Call me Foxy again, and you shall get far worse than a nickname." she answers to the call, trying to keep calm.


She wanted nothing more then to get away from Cathie for some reason. She did not want to stay in the graveyard for long. She felt horrible uncomfortable, like she was breaking someone's well deserved rest. It made her feel bad, and made her want to get out of the place quickly.


'Why did you leave so fast? Do they mean it when they say the best people die young?'


"I...... I'm going to go now too." She stood up from her lotus position on the ground and left 'I just....... can't stay here.', slowly leaving the sound of footsteps behind her. 'All the best wished Cathie"'

@NorbertM @WinterSoul

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[oli]

As the school bell rung for the final time that day, Beck rose from his seat. His classmates gave him slightly wary looks today, as he had been particularly quiet. Well, of course he would be. It was her eighteenth birthday today. It was as if he was reliving the announcement of her death every second since he had woken up. As he exited the room and explored the hallways on the way to the exit, he felt as though her ghost was following him, reminding him that he hadn't done a good enough job of keeping her safe. A part of him was certain he would always blame himself for her death. It certainly wasn't an ideal way of spending his life, but it was a burden he just couldn't bring himself to unload. Much like the rest of the group, he found his negligence absolutely unforgivable.


The guilt had never stopped him from visiting her grave, though. Every few months, he would stop by with a bouquet of flowers to remind his "sister" how much he loved her, even now. As soon as he moved towards the site of her burial, he noticed a group of figures surrounding it, and felt a shock of anxiety rising in his chest. Fuck. He hadn't really spoken to the old group since Catherine's death - the shame had been too much for him to handle. Even he and Jamie had drifted apart, something neither of them could have fathomed. It was surreal to see them all gathered.


The tension was noticeable when he approached the grave. Some of the group had already begun to move away, and part of him wanted to reach out to stop them, to catch up, to commemorate her life while they still had the time left to do it. But the words caught in his throat, and he didn't dare try to force them out for fear that tears would come with them.


@NorbertM @WinterSoul @Stamper

 

[yoikes]

@NorbertM @WinterSoul @Stamper


I'm ending the day. The first set of codes will be sent to your PM


PS: You can discuss about the codes in the OOC thread





THE NEXT DAY


It's a beautiful Saturday. Elise has finished her homework for Monday and her presentation for Tuesday, she can slack around for the rest of the weekend. She lazily rolls around in her bed, but then decided that she's too hungry to fall asleep again. She walked out from her room, bumping into her brother Kevin and got into a small sibling fight before heading downstair right toward the kitchen.


"Elise?" Her mom called as she heard someone opening the fridge. "There's a mail for you. Go check it out, i place it in the dining table."


"A mail? From who?" Elise has the right to be puzzled. In the days of technology like this, who would send her a mail? She opened the bottle of milk that she took and drank it on her way to the table, and almost spit it out. She recognized the handwriting. She gulped down her milk and reached for the mail.


'For Elise' Catherine wrote. Elise turned it over and there's a small, bold C in the bottom left of the envelope. Why? How? Elise ripped it open, and two piece of objects dropped to the floor.


"Huh?" Elise kneeled down and pick it up. "What the...."

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[KingofAesir]

Callen groaned turning away from the bright light shining through her window, but she couldn't go back to sleep no matter how hard she tried. Then the phone started ringing. Callen pulled her self out of the mound of blankets and tramped down the stairs to answer the phone. Dorothea's high pitched voice rang into her ear, causing her to flinch slightly,"Callen! Have you checked the mail in three days, there is no telling how many bills are in there! Honey, I'm telling you, at least let me lay your electric." The nurse begged. Callen scratched the bridge of her nose, huffing indignantly,"Dor, you already pay my phone bill. I'm fine." She hears the African woman sigh, then there's a voice from somewhere in the place Dorthea is, which Callen guesses is the hospital,"Alright, honey, but go check the mail. Okay?" Callen nods, knowing that Dorthea can't see her.


In the mail there's a stack of letters and bills, she tosses them on the table beginning to sort through them. "Bill, bill, add, junk, b-" The letter she now held in her hand read clearly,"For Callen." In Catherine's hand writing. She'd recognize the blondes handwriting anywhere. Flipping it over she caught sight of a C written on the back seemingly in bold. When she'd managed to rip the letter open, three puzzle pieces fell from the open package. "What the hell?" She stared down at them, her eyebrows creasing.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/image.jpeg.07f4e6a8388a8adc3d609ccfaa3d39d0.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="106220" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/image.jpeg.07f4e6a8388a8adc3d609ccfaa3d39d0.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>