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Elf_Ruler
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Tatum Browne
Today was the day that most of the kids and young adults were heading back to school. A day of what should be peace, that was until Tatum had learned not only of a protest but that Max, aka Short Stack, had locked himself in the bathroom at school. Now, knowing Max meant Tatum couldn’t be understanding or compassionate when it came to getting Max out of the bathroom, or really out of wherever he was hiding. So, she was now getting dressed and heading to her old high school to force one boy out of a bathroom to face whatever his demons were. It was the only way and Max needed to gain a better back bone and more understanding for how the world saw him.
As she put her car in drive, she of course got panic texts from Ryker about the kittens, it was as if today the world decided to create more chaos than necessary. It didn’t take much time before Tatum arrived at the school and made her way to the one bathroom that she knew Max would be in. It wasn’t the first time he hid, and he was a creature of habit. So, without warning Tatum barreled through the door to find one very stressed Max. Her heart ached for the kid but she couldn’t let her emotions get in the way of getting him out, “Five minutes.” She signed. Her face was stern. She meant it and she wanted to make sure Max understood.
She slid down the wall to sit next to him, “What’s wrong Short Stack? Why are you in here?” Tatum wasn’t fluent but she could get by. A lot of the signs were lost in her memory of drugs and alcohol, but she had worked hard during recovery to learn how to communicate with Max again. Though she hadn’t told him that she couldn’t remember most of the signs she had originally learned from him. That would be a story for a different day and a different bathroom floor. Hopefully, not in the gross high school that she had wished to never set foot in again.
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Lemon Pierce
Lemon had been spending literally all her free time with Reid alone. Learning what it meant to be a couple and only having movies as background noises. Today, today was different though, because she was going to be spending time with Oliver and going to the aquarium rather than her first day of senior year. Now, if her parents found out well, she’d probably be in trouble but the good thing about being eighteen was she could call herself out, so there was one problem fixed. But now came Oliver. She needed to also call him out so he wouldn’t get into any trouble. It made her feel weird faking her voice and accent to not sound anything like herself but instead to sound like a family member of Oliver’s, “Hi, my name is Karen Dreyfuss I’m Oliver’s aunt. His mom is seriously ill, and he will be unable to attend school today. Thank you.” Lemon was quick to hang up the phone and breathe a sigh of relief. She didn’t want Oli to get in trouble for skipping but the turtles called, and he deserved a good day filled with turtles.
The thing was that prior to this Lemon hadn’t exactly told her boyfriend of the plan up until the very last second. She knew he would have a harder time telling her no when people were waiting on them, so she waited. And now Reid knew, and he seemed to be a little salty about finding out so last minute, but she knew he would do anything for her, include driving her and Oliver and Oliver’s friend Arthur to the aquarium. “I owe you, for driving.”
Lemon knew it wouldn’t be hard to spot the two skippers, but all they had to do was get in and out unseen and they would be in the clear. It would be fishes and penguins, two of the greatest things to exist. Especially penguins.
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Calla Gilles
It took a lot for Calla to get on the bus to Anchor Beach. She hadn't expected for her life to completely turn around with one phone call; that her grandma, her last living relative, had passed. Though she hadn't known the woman well, she felt a sort of grief in her heart for the woman. As the bus driver handed Calla her bags, she let her eyes wander the place as the smell of the ocean surrounded her, it almost made her feel as if her stiff limbs were relaxing. Of course, the bus ride had been long and boring, and her stomach growled for some real food that wasn't purchased from a gas station. "Thank you for the work you do." She told the bus driver with a smile and moved to cross the street.
Her Google Maps was telling her that her grandmothers house was not far from the bus station, about a 15 minute walk, so she began her walk, also hoping to find something to eat on the way there. The town had such cute, quant buildings all over. The smell of fresh baked goods hit her nose before she even approached the building which only made her stomach rumble more. Looking around, she saw the little café across the street and looked both ways before she crossed the road. The town seemed dead, no cars were on the streets, some of the businesses were closed. Was there a zombie apocalypse or something?
The smell of the baked yummies only got stronger as Calla stepped into the café. The assortment of goodies in a glass case practically made Calla's eyes sparkle in excitement. Though it felt awkward as she lugged her suitcase inside the shop, she didn't think too much about the attention she would bring to herself as there were probably only a handful of people in there. "Hi, can I get one of those cinnamon buns in the case?" Calla asked the middle aged woman behind the counter, "oh, and a iced latte?" The young girl asked politely. All she received back was a smile as the woman began preparing her order.
Once the goods were received and paid for, Calla made her way back outside, totting her bag, latte, and cinnamon bun along with her, though it was a little difficult to balance all three now. Eventually there was a little bench under a tree and she took a seat, quickly and almost embarrassingly devouring the cinnamon bun. It was sooo good. While she took a sip of her coffee she heard chants and such coming from not too far way. Curiously, Calla stood and wandered over to where a bunch of younger people seemed to be protesting. At least this town was passionate?
It took a lot for Calla to get on the bus to Anchor Beach. She hadn't expected for her life to completely turn around with one phone call; that her grandma, her last living relative, had passed. Though she hadn't known the woman well, she felt a sort of grief in her heart for the woman. As the bus driver handed Calla her bags, she let her eyes wander the place as the smell of the ocean surrounded her, it almost made her feel as if her stiff limbs were relaxing. Of course, the bus ride had been long and boring, and her stomach growled for some real food that wasn't purchased from a gas station. "Thank you for the work you do." She told the bus driver with a smile and moved to cross the street.
Her Google Maps was telling her that her grandmothers house was not far from the bus station, about a 15 minute walk, so she began her walk, also hoping to find something to eat on the way there. The town had such cute, quant buildings all over. The smell of fresh baked goods hit her nose before she even approached the building which only made her stomach rumble more. Looking around, she saw the little café across the street and looked both ways before she crossed the road. The town seemed dead, no cars were on the streets, some of the businesses were closed. Was there a zombie apocalypse or something?
The smell of the baked yummies only got stronger as Calla stepped into the café. The assortment of goodies in a glass case practically made Calla's eyes sparkle in excitement. Though it felt awkward as she lugged her suitcase inside the shop, she didn't think too much about the attention she would bring to herself as there were probably only a handful of people in there. "Hi, can I get one of those cinnamon buns in the case?" Calla asked the middle aged woman behind the counter, "oh, and a iced latte?" The young girl asked politely. All she received back was a smile as the woman began preparing her order.
Once the goods were received and paid for, Calla made her way back outside, totting her bag, latte, and cinnamon bun along with her, though it was a little difficult to balance all three now. Eventually there was a little bench under a tree and she took a seat, quickly and almost embarrassingly devouring the cinnamon bun. It was sooo good. While she took a sip of her coffee she heard chants and such coming from not too far way. Curiously, Calla stood and wandered over to where a bunch of younger people seemed to be protesting. At least this town was passionate?
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Tatum Browne
Tatum had watched as Max pulled out his notebook and began to write, this was going to be a hell of an explanation then. Tatum knew Max would take a mole hill and turn it into a mountain its who he was, and she was after all used to it. So really when the younger boy wrote that he couldn’t do the protest she didn’t even bat an eye. Of course, he would say that, and she took this moment to make sure he saw her lips, “Too bad.” She didn’t hold the same compassion as his other friends and maybe it was because of the drugs and how much they had broken her, maybe it was how she had always been. Really Tatum couldn’t pinpoint when her compassion took a nosedive, but it was something that Max needed. He didn’t need to be coddled he needed to be pushed into being the best version of himself even if it meant he fucked up along the way.
Finally, when Max finished writing Tatum looked at him, “Finished?” she signed before taking the notebook from him. She sat for a minute thinking of how to respond to this broken boy next to her and finally she began to write. “Max, it doesn’t matter who you kiss or don’t kiss. It’s scary and embarrassing to be vulnerable and if you’re not ready then don’t force it. I could care less about who you like, and Isa isn’t in a great spot yet. She loves you but sometimes to protect the ones you love you push them away. She’ll come back. I did.” Tatum handed him the notebook and took his hand in hers giving it a soft squeeze. He meant a lot to her, and she wanted him to realize he was more than what others thought of him. She was a recovering addict, and she didn’t want that to be her label forever and she knew she would have to push outside of that idea that people now had of her.
“Times up.” She signed not even giving him a chance to process before pulling him to his feet and dragging him out of the bathroom and into the midst of the protest. She then pushed Max out into the group of other teens and gave him a thumbs up. He could do this he just needed to get into the action of the protest, and he would be fine.
As her eyes looked over into the crowd she saw someone with a suitcase and coffee and she made her way over. Once in front of the new girl she stopped, “So what brings you here new girl?” she motioned towards the suitcase, “I’m Tatum. And you are?” the arrival of someone new was rare though it happened, but usually most people didn’t come to Anchor Bay and if they did it was usually never for good reasons. Though she hoped this new girl might be a different story.
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Calla Gilles
Calla was a little shocked at the scene going on in front of her. She'd never seen a protest like that before. They were just a bunch of kids... Not that she'd been out of high school for that long, no one from her school had ever done this. Generations were becoming different and kids were standing up for themselves now. Somewhat amused, the girl leaned herself against a tree, watching them, still unsure about what the protest was exactly for, but it was still sweet to see. As she took another sip from her coffee she watched as a blonde girl approach her and her face immediately reddened. She was a good distance from the crowed and thought no one would notice her... Her suitcase had to be the culprit.
With a sigh, Calla straightened and gave the girl a friendly smile, "hi, uhm, the college." Calla told the girl, not wanting to dig deep into why she was actually there. She'd live in her grandmother's house for a few months while going to the school, and if she wanted to stay, she'd stay... If she wanted to go, she'd go. Of course, first impression had her liking the place. It was quaint and small. But the idea of it being a decent enough size where people knew her, and most likely her grandmother, made her nervous. She liked being alone, she'd been that way her whole life. "I'm Calla." She said to Tatum. What an interesting name. The girl seemed confident and outgoing compared to Calla's stature. She carried herself with pride, obviously. "I just got off the bus and am completely lost..." Calla admitted.
Calla's grandmother had been a long time resident of the town, yet Calla had never been. She had probably spoken to the woman more when she was a child but didn't remember. Plus when her parents died no one took Calla in, so Calla didn't want those people in her life. "Do you happen to know where Mrs. Nordstrom lived?" She bit her lip, knowing that her statement would somewhat give away as to who exactly Calla was, might as well admit it now, "I'm her granddaughter." She told Tatum, unsure if Tatum actually knew who Lucille Nordstrom was even... She just needed a general direction of where the old woman once lived.
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Calla was a little shocked at the scene going on in front of her. She'd never seen a protest like that before. They were just a bunch of kids... Not that she'd been out of high school for that long, no one from her school had ever done this. Generations were becoming different and kids were standing up for themselves now. Somewhat amused, the girl leaned herself against a tree, watching them, still unsure about what the protest was exactly for, but it was still sweet to see. As she took another sip from her coffee she watched as a blonde girl approach her and her face immediately reddened. She was a good distance from the crowed and thought no one would notice her... Her suitcase had to be the culprit.
With a sigh, Calla straightened and gave the girl a friendly smile, "hi, uhm, the college." Calla told the girl, not wanting to dig deep into why she was actually there. She'd live in her grandmother's house for a few months while going to the school, and if she wanted to stay, she'd stay... If she wanted to go, she'd go. Of course, first impression had her liking the place. It was quaint and small. But the idea of it being a decent enough size where people knew her, and most likely her grandmother, made her nervous. She liked being alone, she'd been that way her whole life. "I'm Calla." She said to Tatum. What an interesting name. The girl seemed confident and outgoing compared to Calla's stature. She carried herself with pride, obviously. "I just got off the bus and am completely lost..." Calla admitted.
Calla's grandmother had been a long time resident of the town, yet Calla had never been. She had probably spoken to the woman more when she was a child but didn't remember. Plus when her parents died no one took Calla in, so Calla didn't want those people in her life. "Do you happen to know where Mrs. Nordstrom lived?" She bit her lip, knowing that her statement would somewhat give away as to who exactly Calla was, might as well admit it now, "I'm her granddaughter." She told Tatum, unsure if Tatum actually knew who Lucille Nordstrom was even... She just needed a general direction of where the old woman once lived.
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Myles Hawkins
Myles spent his last day at Gage's house playing pool along with Oscar and Tegan. They were having a wonderful time goofing around, laughing, and bumping some crispy tunes. Even though he was having an amazing time, time felt like it was going slower. The night seemed to last forever, but like all good things, they have to end at some point. After saying their final goodbyes and hugs, Myles drove home taking one last look at his hometown. It wasn't long until he had arrived back at his house. Still smiling from the night's shenanigan's, he walked up the concrete stairs and walked through the front door. Every time he walked through that door, he heard his favorite sound. It was the footsteps of his bestfriend, Willow who would always come and greet him. She was a dark brown chocolate lab that was always full of energy and loved nothing more than showering you with kisses. He scratched her ears, "Come on girl, lets go to bed. We have a long drive in the morning." His eyes widened and his cheeks puffed up when he actually thought about the drive. This was going to be the longest drive he's ever done but he was prepared.
Franticly packing last minute items that despite having an entire week to prepare for, didn't make it into the car because he was a procrastinator at heart. But after stuffing the car and leaving the front seat open for his dog, he was ready to go and start a new life. Giving his dad one last hug, Myles had a rush of emotion and tried his hardest not to cry. Although no tears fell, he still had them forming in the corner of his eyes. And with that, he was off. He turned on some music and drove. The first 13 hours went by fast mostly because he was in auto pilot. The only time he had to think was when he stopped for gas and to relive himself as well as Willow every few hours or so. With about an hour left in his trip Oscar calls, "Hey man! How are you feeling?" "I'm doing alright, only about an hour away." "Awesome dude, you're making great time. How are the nerves?" "What are you talking about? I feel fine." "They just haven't set in yet, well hey man I hope you have a great rest of your trip and if you need anything let me know." It was a short conversation but it still meant a lot to Myles "I have wonder friends." he thought. By the time he arrived, the sun had already set. Pulling up into the complex, He grabbed his backpack and his suitcase and headed his way to the door. Entering the code the landlord gave him, the door unlocked and him and Willow made their way into the apartment. He didn't own a bed but he came prepared. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bed roll. Laughing to himself, "Haha this is terrible but I love it." He didn't care, he finally moved out on his own and for the first time in his life, he felt like a real adult and that was an accomplishment in his eyes. Going back outside to his car, he grabbed the remainder items and brought them inside. He set up Willow's bed next to his. "You have a better bed than I do and I know you probably wont even use it" he said chuckling. Laying down it wasn't long before Myles starting thinking. The dams that were strong enough to hold back his tears had finally broken and he shortly fell asleep.
The warm sun was baking Myles' cheek causing him to finally wake up. When he tried to move, he noticed Willow was laying between his legs. When he nudged her to get up, she stood up at first and then hiked her behind and tail straight up. "Oooo big stretch" he said groggily. Now noticing the warm spot on his face, he made his way over to a mirror in the bathroom. "No way! I've been here less then 24 hours and I already got sunburnt. What the actual fuck man" he yelled while laughing. He was upset but has the type to live by *it is what it is* mentality. Nothing he could do about it but he now has a bright red stripe diagonally across his face. He put on a basic solid light blue tshirt and some grey shorts on along with a simple black cap with a logo on it and a bead bracelet. His outfits usually were the same. Plain and simple. To him only one thing mattered, and that was what socks he was going to wear. He considered himself a sock connoisseur. Always had a pair of crazy socks on from various things that interested him be it the crazy design, theme etc. He expressed himself with his socks.
He left his apartment on an adventure of exploring his new home area. He had never actually done anything new by himself and he didn't know where to start. After walking for a bit he decided he would just walk into this building without checking to even see what it was, he managed to find himself inside of a bar. After entering, it was clear that he was definitely out of place and anyone that saw him could tell he was out of place. With his sunburn, it just made him stand out even more.
Myles spent his last day at Gage's house playing pool along with Oscar and Tegan. They were having a wonderful time goofing around, laughing, and bumping some crispy tunes. Even though he was having an amazing time, time felt like it was going slower. The night seemed to last forever, but like all good things, they have to end at some point. After saying their final goodbyes and hugs, Myles drove home taking one last look at his hometown. It wasn't long until he had arrived back at his house. Still smiling from the night's shenanigan's, he walked up the concrete stairs and walked through the front door. Every time he walked through that door, he heard his favorite sound. It was the footsteps of his bestfriend, Willow who would always come and greet him. She was a dark brown chocolate lab that was always full of energy and loved nothing more than showering you with kisses. He scratched her ears, "Come on girl, lets go to bed. We have a long drive in the morning." His eyes widened and his cheeks puffed up when he actually thought about the drive. This was going to be the longest drive he's ever done but he was prepared.
Franticly packing last minute items that despite having an entire week to prepare for, didn't make it into the car because he was a procrastinator at heart. But after stuffing the car and leaving the front seat open for his dog, he was ready to go and start a new life. Giving his dad one last hug, Myles had a rush of emotion and tried his hardest not to cry. Although no tears fell, he still had them forming in the corner of his eyes. And with that, he was off. He turned on some music and drove. The first 13 hours went by fast mostly because he was in auto pilot. The only time he had to think was when he stopped for gas and to relive himself as well as Willow every few hours or so. With about an hour left in his trip Oscar calls, "Hey man! How are you feeling?" "I'm doing alright, only about an hour away." "Awesome dude, you're making great time. How are the nerves?" "What are you talking about? I feel fine." "They just haven't set in yet, well hey man I hope you have a great rest of your trip and if you need anything let me know." It was a short conversation but it still meant a lot to Myles "I have wonder friends." he thought. By the time he arrived, the sun had already set. Pulling up into the complex, He grabbed his backpack and his suitcase and headed his way to the door. Entering the code the landlord gave him, the door unlocked and him and Willow made their way into the apartment. He didn't own a bed but he came prepared. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bed roll. Laughing to himself, "Haha this is terrible but I love it." He didn't care, he finally moved out on his own and for the first time in his life, he felt like a real adult and that was an accomplishment in his eyes. Going back outside to his car, he grabbed the remainder items and brought them inside. He set up Willow's bed next to his. "You have a better bed than I do and I know you probably wont even use it" he said chuckling. Laying down it wasn't long before Myles starting thinking. The dams that were strong enough to hold back his tears had finally broken and he shortly fell asleep.
The warm sun was baking Myles' cheek causing him to finally wake up. When he tried to move, he noticed Willow was laying between his legs. When he nudged her to get up, she stood up at first and then hiked her behind and tail straight up. "Oooo big stretch" he said groggily. Now noticing the warm spot on his face, he made his way over to a mirror in the bathroom. "No way! I've been here less then 24 hours and I already got sunburnt. What the actual fuck man" he yelled while laughing. He was upset but has the type to live by *it is what it is* mentality. Nothing he could do about it but he now has a bright red stripe diagonally across his face. He put on a basic solid light blue tshirt and some grey shorts on along with a simple black cap with a logo on it and a bead bracelet. His outfits usually were the same. Plain and simple. To him only one thing mattered, and that was what socks he was going to wear. He considered himself a sock connoisseur. Always had a pair of crazy socks on from various things that interested him be it the crazy design, theme etc. He expressed himself with his socks.
He left his apartment on an adventure of exploring his new home area. He had never actually done anything new by himself and he didn't know where to start. After walking for a bit he decided he would just walk into this building without checking to even see what it was, he managed to find himself inside of a bar. After entering, it was clear that he was definitely out of place and anyone that saw him could tell he was out of place. With his sunburn, it just made him stand out even more.
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Tatum Browne
Tatum liked the new girls name, “Calla.” She repeated, “Very interesting. And don’t worry you’ll figure out the town soon, but I can always be a guide.” The girl was rather soft and quiet compared to her, something refreshing when it came to the people Tatum knew. Carter was rebellious, Max was anxious, Isa was a bit chaotic, Ryker was stoic, but she hadn’t known someone to be quieter. She was refreshing in Anchor Bay where everyone was crazy and full of secrets. If you listened and watched, you could truly learn the skeletons that everyone had.
Tatum’s eyes perked at the name of the old crow who had just passed not long ago, her parents had informed her of the passing, “Well, well I have a Nordstrom in my presence. You know your grandma was something else. Can’t say I know her well and rumors about her were always flowing. We thought she was a witch at one point. Kid rumors and stories. Still think that about some of the other elderly ladies.” But really Tatum hadn’t known Mrs. Nordstrom that well, not women of her stature would want to have a drugged-up teen around. But she never heard any bad of the woman and never wished ill on her. She knew the house, after all she was mostly respected in the town.
Before she could get her words in, she felt a presence behind her and of course it was one blonde Carter Zigmond, “Well if it isn’t my favorite bitch.” She wrapped her arms around Carter, “Carter, Calla. Calla, Carter. Calla here is new in town and needs directions to the Nordstrom home. Our dear old Mrs. Nordstrom had a family we didn’t know about. Who knew? So, I was thinking we could show her around town while taking her to this house. What do you think, C?” Carter and Tatum were a duo that almost always caused chaos in their path, even though they weren’t teens anymore, the fun Tatum had with Carter couldn’t compare and Calla looked like the type of girl that needed a little extra fun in her life. She had the best girls to show her how to have fun in a small town and how to live a life that was far from boring.
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Carson Hughes
Back to school that’s what everyone was doing but Carson, well she was supposed to be at her new job that was until one Yohan Cho had disrespectfully called her unattractive so she had decided work was absolutely pointless now and she could spend her time enjoying herself in the company of people who wanted her, or at least who didn’t disrespect her so blatantly. Somehow, in her thoughts she had wound up at the bar, a place that always made her feel special. Free drinks always came her way, men and women could be desperate sometimes and she wasn’t one to pass up a free drink or five. At some point she had started to lose count, but she had no other plans so why not get drunk? Getting drunk was easy and it always made her feel something whether good or bad.
As Carson continued to drink her eyes landed on a male who she knew hadn’t been here before and couldn’t help but have a small laugh at his appearance, the socks and cap are what stuck out most to her. She waited for him to wander over and once he did, she gave him a look over, “So, how’d you get the sunburn?” she motioned to the seat next to her offering it to him. Sure, she had other people that were supposed to show up, but this new guy seemed like he was going to need some help navigating the town.
Hell, he might need help navigating how not to get a sunburn. Her attention was only directed at him, “Carson. So, you don’t have to tell a stranger your sunburn story.” Her finger motioning a circle around her own face unable to contain the fit of laughter that was coming out, “I’m sorry. I’m really drunk.” Which was the complete truth from her. She was far beyond able to properly function, but she could hold a conversation. Even if the only thought she could think about this man was that he reminded her of a puppy. All she had to do was make sure not to blurt out her thoughts and keep her filter together through this conversation and everything would be okay.
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