eom-ma-ya

[no homocide]

character details.

main
1. addison temperance tinder "tinder" accepting tinker erika linder
2. bae sobong "bae" manwhore pharm tech. sang woo kim
3. chaos hoxter "k" freelance druggie daniel bederov
4. cordelia glinda pankis "delia" rich socialite frida gustavsson
5. diotima adoración garcía "dyah" abrasive escort sara sampaio
6. edmund cheshire james "ej" experimental dork gytis gedvilas
7. esther valentine kim "val" shy cellist iriene kim
8. jae-hwa park "jp" stoic gamer sung kin park
9. jacob james lewandowski "jj" kind doctor harvey james
10. marisol alonso "mari" motherly social worker clara alsonso
11. maximus jalil maximilian "mj" evil genius miles mcmillan
12. othello antoni roman "roman" curious professional jon kortajarena
13. sa-rang park "sariah" spoiled heiress stephanie lee
14. vladislov ivanov "vlad" druggie trickster vladislav kizhaev
15. xolani themba "xol"narcissistic conductor cykeem white
16. zelika augusta james "z" social engineer giorgia faggi

plot ideas

! = plot
bold = craving
☑ ideas
✐ zombie survival
✐ post apocalyptic world ruins
✐ vacation / road trip
✐ college stress
✐ alternate universe, unstable reality
✐ waking up in hell !
✐ reincarnation !
✐ witches!

☑ pairs
✐ young self x old self
✐ programmer x humanoid !
✐ killer x victim's friend/family member
✐ ghost x only person who can see them

☑ songs / artist
✐ paramore - ain't it fun
✐ earl sweatshirt - sunday ft frank ocean !
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☑ video game
✐ MASS EFFECT
✐ Resident Evil
✐ The Last of Us
✐ LIFE IS STRANGE
✐ DRAGON AGE

☑ other
✐ Wicked: The Musical
✐ Wicked: The Life and Time of The Wicked Witch Of The West !
✐ Prometheus
✐ Coraline
✐ Alice in Wonderland
✐ Where the Wild Things Are
✐ Spirited Away

☑ blurbs
❑ you're a box of ashes on the fireplace. i almost dropped you one drunk night and stopped breathing. i burned our house down. they dragged me out before i could reach you. i could see you. your voice, your smell i was almost there. after they released me i moved back to our hometown near your parents and sister. they all sneeze in the same ridiculous manner you do. the neighbor uses the same lotion you did. i spoke to them today and feel like i would vomit.
grieving widower

❑ no no no you can't tell me when to be an adult. no i'm not ready. i dunno what i'm doing why can't you ask my mom. stupid bills, dumb a** job uniforms. they made me take our my tongue piercing. you're hair is every color in the rainbow, you'll never get a job. but you never cared. ha i'm gonna lose my scholarship following you around. but for that laugh, it all worth it. WAIT no my phone bill is tomorrow you'll never understand you rich a*****e. i can't even afford to kill myself.
college stress

❑ leave her a big a** tip make this poor girls day. i'm no gentlemen i'm just a rich kid with too much time. drug money, game money, pft i don't even know what a dollar bill looks like i tip my strippers $100. after college is done i'm locked into the family business of hiding my side bitches and telling judges to ******** off. i'm ******** royality.
"super rich kids with nothing but fake friends"

❑ being the younger twin means he got the family magic you got his shadow. growing up was hell and once he joined an elite circle of witches you hated yourself and him even more. one of them asked you for the help to kill your twin brother in hopes of transferring the magic to you. they lied and now your twin's blood in on your hands // necromancy a dying magic, but still used. you investigate magic related deaths for a paycheck. other then that you are just a nomad. you find a sad twin and recruit them as a conduit. you know what they did but you weren't hired to give the truth you just happened to be in the town and the dead twin wouldn't leave you alone.
"witches // death // hate"

adam + peder lejionhufvud - males
adonis bosso - male
anais mali - female
andre fellipe - male
andrej(a) pejic - n/a
antonina vasylchenko - female
bjorn winiger - male
bruno fabre - male
chantelle brown young - female
cheyenne carty - female
chanel iman - female
daje barbour - male
edward wilding - male
go so hyeon - female
haruka kurebayashi - female
hugh vidler - male
jaco van den hoven - male
jake cooper - male
jon herrmann - male
joo seon young - female
jung ho yeun - female
justin sterling - male
mark vanderloo - male
moises arias - male
shanina shaik - female
stas fedyanin - n/a
thom morrell - male
willy cartier - male

[no homocide]

Everything happened so suddenly first she was sitting in her room reading her books without pants just having a calm morning. Then Roman crashed into the door and grabbed her by the wrist and shoved her into the closet and ordered her to grab things. Adoración was never the person to just take orders and she finally got to stand up and started to argue with her but before she really could say much he covered her mouth and turned her to the TV and turned it on. Downtown people were killing just having sprees of violence in the street people covered in blood acts of cannibalism was just be broadcasted locally and she froze suddenly clenching his hand but he didn't let her stay in shock for too long. The sounds of screams filled her room and the person reporting was hardly audible over the sounds of chaos cars crashing people screaming bones crunching just horrid things. He pushed her to grab some sort of extra clothing and he rushed down the steps and she stumbled to get things ready but mostly watched the news. People around her neighborhood were getting news of it people were yelling others were pulling out the drive way in reckless speeds the sounds of car crashes echoed through the neighborhood and she stood with the duffle bag and watched as people were dying on the TV. They lived on the outskirts of the town so nothing was hitting them yet and she realized she needed to get dressed and tugged on shorts and some running sneakers she had earlier and heard he running up the stairs again and before she could talk they were outside and she was pushed into a car and told what to do. If this was under normal terms she would be the one throwing out orders but honestly she had no idea what to do at the moment and just went along with it not saying a word just putting her seat belt on and puled her knees up to her chest and looked to him as he pulled out and almost killed a group running behind them She licked her bottom lip and looked out the window and tilted her head to the side and felt him reach out to grab her hand.

This wasn't really the time to be loving right now but instead of smacking his hand away she sighed and grabbed his hand back and tangled her fingers with his. Adoración rubbed her nose softly and rubbed her hands over his and with her other hand wrapped around his wrist and coule feel his heart rate pumping. Like everyone else he was driving recklessly but she sat down calmly and closed her eyes she wasn't sure what to so she was useless she was small she wasn't that good at anything other then running. She did track in high school and college other then that she didn't do anything active she wasn't much help here. Adoración sighed but then the car jerked forward and she opened her eyes and bit her tongue to keep from letting any noise out and looked to Roman to make sure he was okay. They crashed into another car and he groaned and pulled back then the car stopped and he cursed and punched the wheel. "You shouldn't be so angry you were driving like an idiot," she huffed and he shoot her a glare but she matched it and he rolled his eyes and got out the car and grabbed the bag of things he got and her bag the looked at her to get out as well.

This was his fault it was slightly comforting at first to have him look like he knew what he was doing but he already crashed the car what help would he be. They have been together for a long time on and off and the last two years they officially labeled their relationship as serious and brought a house together. They were constantly fighting but she couldn't really picture herself with anyone else nor did she think anyone else would tolerate her. So even though they were dysfunctional she was fond of him most of the time. Now was not one of those times and she rubbed her nose as she climbed out the car and slammed the door she was going to die and no one would care about her. She didn't even get to finish her book she even forgot to bring it and she cursed under her breathe as he came to her side and pushed her to start moving and she frowned and started to walked forward.

They were getting close to the downtown area and more and more people were surrounding them and he grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him and she had to just deal with it. People shoved past her and she stumbled forward but he pulled her up again like a rag doll but it hurt her. Looking to him she gave a glare but he just smiled and they moved forward as she tried to move past the sea of insane people. It was so loud if he was trying to say anything to her she would never be able to hear it. With her in front he had his hands on her shoulders and piloted her on which way to go and she tried to shake him off. Yes she needed to be protected but not babied she could clearly see which way to go and grabbed his hand and ripped them off her. It was really starting to annoy her how he was touching her a lot now. As they moved through she saw an alley where there were about no people, it was an alley behind people's houses so the only few people were families or people packing things up. So she detoured and grabbed his hand and pulled him into this less populated route and walked a little slower and looked to him. "Stop ******** draping over me Roman I can see I'm not blind nor and I dumb," she said and pulled her hair behind her ears and walked at a mild pace.

Houses were either looking dead of entirely crazy some people were rushing out throwing things into cars and other were trying to barricade their homes. That made more sense then running around like chicken's without heads she could be home now, panicked and scared still but in her own house. The amount of people freaking out was making it worse and she turned back to look at him and he must have not noticed her stopping and bumped into her almost knocking her down but she caught herself and pushed him back. This was the worse time to be a b***h but she really couldn't help it anymore as she looked to him and patting his chest softly as it to say sorry and pointed to people trying to stay inside. "Why didn't we stay home why did you drag me out here without a functioning car now and we are only getting closer to where the new people were. What is your big plan if this is a real problem do you thing they are just going to let people out with a lollipop and pat on the back?" she asked with a raised voice from anger and to be heard. They were close enough to go back home and see what would happen and actually think not this rushed stupidity they were in right now. She shouldn't had just let him push her around and run like they did it was pointless and she wasn't going to trust him being her only protection he was irrational right now. They both were but she liked to think she was smarter then him since she mostly was when it came to big choices. Nothing like this ever opened up in an argument on talk but she felt if someone should lead the pair it should be her.

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face and shrugged he didn't say anything and she rolled her eyes and turned to keep going forward. He stood still and rubbed his head not sure what to do as she kept walking forward the way he wanted to do originally. If they were going this way at least stores were still day they would be able to pick up things since she guessed he only had water bottles with him since that was what they had at home mostly. She was putting off buying groceries by going out for food, that taught her to stop slacking. As she walked forward she heard a gargling sound and looked to her side to see something lunging towards her and her only reaction was to freeze and scream.


I just figured I was something that you couldn't replace
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I ain't mean to cut you, I ain't wanna catch a felony
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I'm ashamed to say that I'm not over you



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Chuckling he shrugged agreeing with not being able to scare a car from it's milk. One he hated cats and two he was rarely anything other then content and snide. Now all this didn't mean he was peaceful person who was connected to the earth he was jut spoiled enough to be completely happy with his present life. Why would be need to be upset he was rich and he was attracted. He had pretty much everything anyone ever wanted. The outside world didn't really matter to him and if it effect him directly or his money he generally did not care. Only times he displayed different or complex emotions was when he was having a weird drug trip. Even with that he was pretty talented with being able to seem chill when his world was melting around him. There was nothing for him to be upset or angry about even in school he was a collected kid, despite being a complete a**. Then of course this whole being tranquil lifestyle was dented when Ty brought up Hattie again and he shrugged. "Never said I hated her," he clarified not even sure if he said it or not. In this moment he didn't hate her, hate is a strong word. Hating her meant he still had some sort of strong feeling towards her which was not what he wanted. He didn't even want small feelings towards but against his will they still floated around his stomach. It wasn't sex because he didn't care about dumb stuff like that. They never really had a heart to heart but a small and buried part of him sort of wanted to. Maybe he just wanted to like someone over actually liking someone. Or maybe he was stuck and just trying to think he way out of a hole he was rotting in. Shaking his head the topic moved to singing and he shrugged again not really insulted or bothered. Tyler was the heart throb and Vlad was the pot dealer. All he had to do was flash a drug and girls were desperately trying to get on his good side. Movies always showed people trading sex for money but that wasn't his style plus it wasn't demeaning enough. He wanted to see how far young and dumb girls would go. His dating and black book was on the private side because of it.

"I deal drugs that's all I need," he said and laughed. Looking up Ty was flashing some sort of smile and he replied with a face of disgust. If anyone in the group was going to be homophobic it was Vlad. At the same time he was the one in the group who would be mistaken for the homosexual and made jokes about it constantly. He rolled his eyes and nodded when he asked if he really thought it was a group. It meant the most sense then one single stalker and wasn't A an Army of Skanks. Also it would make more sense if it was someone who was unpopular and sitting on the side lines watching their acts of mayhem unsettle the town. In his head it was more of a high school drama then their actual lives. Vlad huffed a short laugh then Ty thought he cared about more people then he would admit. He cared about his family but that was a given, he cared about Ty, Blaire, Kelsey and JJ but that was also a given. He spent a huge chunk of his time with them so it made sense he had to care for them. Outside why would he care about someone else they didn't care about him. Not in a pity wanting attention way but it was just the truth everyone was invested in their own circles. "I only care about people connected or related to me," he said scratching his chin. "I never compared myself to her," he said raising an eyebrow and grabbed his water again. If this was someone other then Ty he would have pushed the topic until the person got upset enough to leave. But this is his best friend so he put his hands up and nodded when he was told to leave her alone. The girls would trash talk her later and he could join in on that. Plus it was getting late someone was going to be drunk he was going to be lifted and Kelsey was just a natural b***h.

He head turned over to Blaire and that guy and he titled his head side to side rolling his eyes back making a face. As he sat up back he looked at Ty and shook his head, "That's only because she is dressed like a slut," he said and looked back. This time she was stumbling towards him and he smiled at her. He had no problem insulting her behind her back in front of her face and next to her. She hit his shoulder and he placed a hand over his shoulder but then pulled it back when she leaned on him. In a fluid motion he wrapped his arm around her waist and straightened up his posture even though he was way taller then her already. His distaste for drunks always melted away for the girls. "Weak bitches care about who hear the insults but a bad b***h like me don't give a d**k," he explained and nodded as if talking to a child. Standing close to her he could smell the faint trace of her perfume past the alcohol. Generally he was one who didn't want to be touched while on any trip but there was nothing he could do about her now. Thinking it over maybe it was a bad idea to do drugs when she was always drunk. He didn't need someone to watch him he could still drive but it was just probably not the best. His thoughts flurried around as she spoke again and he heard the phase ball deep and laughed covering his mouth. "Let's tag 'em?" he offered not saying more on the topic. A strain of thoughts rolled over his tongue but he didn't say anything more and looked back to her. Slightly surprised she was looking at him and he made a funny face for a second. She was pretty but he always knew that, he would continue thinking that until his last moment. "Gee thanks, you're the fine one though," he said in a joking tone. When she kissed his cheek he rubbed his thumb in small circles at her side.

Vlad turned his head to Ty and mouthed, "White girl wasted," and laughed silently, When she looked back up again he turned his head back to see where Hattie was. If she was this determined to break up the happy couple he had no problem with helped. In the end he didn't want Marc to have anyone but he would deal with at later. He needed to detach him for his lover soul mate girlfriend. His attention was pulled back when she complained about the attractive people and snorted a small chuckle. "But if everyone was ugly you would be bitching up a storm," he said and nodded then blinking slowly. The buzzing from his mind was making him dizzy but not enough to unsettle him or mirror how B might feel. "I feel like we should do something that involves a lot of moving," he started then paused, "But you're drunk and you're drinking," he finished and groaned. "Drinking is lame," he scolded with a smirk. On the response of them being best friends he shook his head already done with the topic in his own head. They should have some sort of party to celebrate him arriving him coming back. It was nice for him and a party meant music and movement other then sitting or standing around watching people try to sing or actually sing and shock everyone. A blur moved in the background, Hattie left the building and just a little after JJ and Kelsey came back in. "He's such a p***y," he laughed and looked back to Blaire. He refused to be carted around the way she did with JJ he thought it was useless to act so weak. When he with anyone he was either distant to the point h was barely with them or they were equal and things were balanced.

He smacked the table with more force then he intended but kept going with his thought, "I think Blaire should sing, we can be your back up dancers slash singers slash standing support," he stated, Since she was drunk why waste a good time to be hooligans, even if they were underaged.

[no homocide]

❝JJ❞
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.SOCIAL◟ XXX .HELPFUL◟ XXX .ORGANIZED◟ XXX .WITTY◟ XXX .BROTHERLY◟
❝Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.❞
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters



He shuffled all his weight to one foot and bent the other leg folding her arms across his chest. At being told he said the sweetest things he rolled his eyes if he wanted to say sweet things he would but he wanted to say the truth. It was a struggle to balance how much of his truth he should say and how much would set her off. To him it seemed like any truth was enough to upset her if it wasn't showing her in a good light. It was childish but how could he complain he was completely aware of her being high school girl when they started dating. Before they dated he, ignorant to her actual personality, hated her. Her family wasn't helpful enough with how much money they had, Eddie was an annoyance, Riley was a boy and Levi was only adding to the hate circle. It was generally hard for someone to get on his bad side but he actually learned to dislike a lot of people in this town. Then they got tangled up and he was seeing now maybe it wasn't for the best but there was nothing he could do now. Love was not the word he was looking for but he would be lying if he said he didn't care about her. No matter what she did she was still his girlfriend and it would be that way until summer ended or she ended it. Rubbing his hand over his chin he looked down on her and replaced his expression with a calm glance. Showing he was upset was just submitting to whatever game she was playing in her head, It would be easier to just play along but he knew he had to put his foot down at some point. Once Eddie was shooed away he smirked and looked back giving a little wave to see her off. Sisterly love was cute but not when it involved her or was being used against him. Upon looking back he was scolded and he stuck his tongue out. They were just two adults partaking in a battle of words he doubted Eddie actually took what he head to heart. If she did he wasn't sure if he would say sorry or not even if it was the right thing to do.

Jakob straightened his posture again and smiled when she moved her arms up to his neck. As long as she was smiling his problems didn't seem to n** at him as badly. He put his hands on her waist and kissed her forehead and paused when she spoke again. Hopefully she would drop it but he knew she would find a way to snake it back in another conflict. In this moment that didn't matter, at least wasn't making a bigger problem. This would be moment his brother would scold him for being so weak but he wasn't around to judge him anymore. He wasn't changing for her everyone walked all over him that was just his life. Before he could really respond she asked him to go inside then took his hand and answered for him. It didn't really bother him because it wasn't like he was going to say no and not enter the building again. Time had passed since they were outside and before they were inside Hattie walked out and gave them a good-bye. He smiled to her giving a small wave and followed behind Kelsey as they entered again. His eyes moved around but it was halted when the phones went off and he felt her stiffen in her hold on his hand. No one was looking at him and no one was looking at her so they were good for now. Which was more damaging a secret about himself or a secret about her? He was just as anxious for hers as his own. A part of him was waiting for some faceless texter to pull the thread that loosely attached them together. Once she let go of his hand he grabbed his phone and decided to read the message along with everyone else. Poppy was already hit so there was no one left for him to have a instant concern with. At her name he looked around but stopped and looked back to his girlfriend.

They were caught in their own webs, he had a girlfriend she had a son to someone else. His eyes moved to the other side where he spotted the young trio glad to see they were clicking together again. They had been a trio for years and from the way Vlad talked about them he didn't think their little fights would put a dent in their bonds. If she wanted to go with him he had no problem in sitting in on the high schoolers again. Instead she spoke again and pointed to a separate booth for just the two of them and he had no choice but to be tugged along. Finally sitting down he grabbed his phone to reread the message. "It is extremely rude how could someone do that to her? Hasn't she already been enough? The past is the past and who ever did this is vile," he said and scrolled through his contact list. He didn't know Rach all too well even though they worked together and she was horrible at her job. He was put off by her slapdash way of working but he would never wish anything bad on her. He understood not wanting people's pity and not wanting people to know where you come from. Of course his past wasn't nearly as tragic but in a lesser way he could understand. JJ shook his head and quickly sent a message.

"Still fussing with Ty or just wanted to have me to yourself?" he questioned with a smile. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him and kissed her shoulder. "I do actually like your dress today. Oh gosh, it's easy to get off," he joke as he smiled and shook his head knowing it wasn't something he would usually say, not in public at least. He leaned back in his seat and moved his eyes to the bar. At the bar he spotted Marc wondering how the whole both parties in that relationship being unfaithful was working out for him. He wasn't sure what he would do if she cheated. So he chose to just never think of it as an outcome. Next Levi entered in some big fashion and JJ rolled his eyes. Not him again, where did he go and why didn't he stay there. "Ew he's back," he said and looked again towards the bro-fest. The hateful feelings he had for her family and Levi were never going to away. After watching for a few seconds he looked back to her but then his attention was pulled to the stage where a small drunken Blaire climbed up. "Your friends are interesting," he commented as he watched her perform some girly pop song. Once she was finished he laughed and shook his head, they were all equally catty. Hattie was a nice girl, but then again he never gave her a reason to be upset with him or was ever upset with her. Even after the problem with Vlad who served as a little brother he didn't have bad feelings towards her.

His attention pulled back to Kelsey as he raised two fingers to flag over a waitress. "This is why I don't like alcohol, people do," he paused looking for the best word, "silly things that they'll be embarrassed about but can't regret," he ended. As the waitress walked up he ordered a drink and then something fruity and non-alcoholic for her. Just because he didn't like alcohol didn't mean he banned himself from it. Despite being too young by only two months, he had a shot or a mixed drink from time to time. Still he never got drunk or woke up knowing he messed up or went over board in general.

RACH
JJ
I know we aren't close but I am always here to listen to
just be around if you need it.

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Despite all the uneasy feelings she had with and for him, he still interested her in the end. When he wasn't looking or watching she looked around the house. Not exactly snooping through his things just trying to analyze all the things that were already out. For example the pictures which was where she picked up most of her information. In her past men were always to drone on about themselves to her. They were useless attempted to keep her attention to try and relate to her. In those cases she didn't care or even try to understand their social cues she just spaced out when they spoke. When it came to him she had to make sure she was paying attention to him. He didn't go into detail just like how she never went into detail. Both were equally stubborn about being private and she was fairly annoyed with it. How could he invite a stranger in his home and not tell the stranger about himself. She had to make sure he wasn't some sort of axe murdering rapist which she wasn't even sure of yet. When he said he didn't usually go she nodded sort of expecting the response. If he never went why was he going now and why did she have to come. Scratching her ear she sighed then smiled when he asked if he talked about deep diving. There were many things she didn't understand but she was far from dumb. Again he only gave a small answer to which she pressed her lips together then stop up when he said let's go. She was ready and there was no reason she could think up that he would accept in why she didn't want to go. Plus she went through the small hassle of getting ready already.

The small journey to the pool was spent in silence. He didn't make the effort to talk and she wasn't one for small talk. So she occupied herself by messing with her nails making the note that she needed to get them done. The money she had form work was always used on food or trying to find a place to sleep or at least shower. Now that she had that the money she brought home didn't need to be spent on that or clothes even. Crumpled up dollars bills scattered over her floor and she saved up most but she took some out to get small things on her own. Nail was next on the list which made her happy since she was finally paying for something on her own. Walking into the pool room she looked to Dru then back out. He sat down but she wasn't sure if she was supposed to stay with him or socialize. For a few seconds she stood like a deer in the headlights then spotted Cody and nodded to herself. Mari pulled off her dress to get down to the swim suit and tossed the dress next to Dru since she wasn't sure where else to put it. "You should wear swim trunks more often, " she said calmly then slipped off her sandals. Since they lived together this wasn't the first time she had seen him without a shirt but she still wanted to compliment. Even though she was the muse he was attractive himself, he could have just grabbed any model he wanted. "If you get into the water then tell me you can teach me how to swim," she said then clasped her hands together. With a smile smile she waved and turned into the direction of Cody.

"You look pathetic almost," she said and sat next to him. Just watching her was a waste of time she already told him how she felt about them not communicating. The blunt harsh truth was the only one she knew and she didn't make the effort to soften it or lie. With her hair pulled up in a bun loose hairs dangled out and lightly tickled her face. Blowing up she pushed them back and looked to Cody again and shrugged. Because she was always so curious of other people she learned that he was the ex to Gabby. She also know Gabby wasn't all that okay after the break up since she made her cry when she asked about her. Then when she went to him he asked for the information and for the small time she lived here she was a messenger bird for him. It was nice and she liked to idea of helping. Only problem is she always hated when people couldn't communicate and had stupid relationship problems. As someone who had problems understanding how to communicate she was deeply annoyed when fully able people didn't use that to their advantage, "Are you going to swim or sit around?" she asked.

He might have made an effort to not be obvious when he looked at Gabby, but Mari didn't care. She looked over for a few seconds to see Walt then looked back to Cody. She had no idea who he was really so there was no inside information she could give him about the guy.

swim suit

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Lazily he tossed his bags into the room and looked at the bunks not really sure where he would end up. Last time he was in a cabin, which was a lot better then this, when they claimed beds no one ever slept where they picked. He slept in the living room and couples sectioned off or they just didn't sleep at all. Since this was like a big sleep over he didn't really care where his luggage would stay since he could sleep anywhere. Once he asked about the lights Sadie gave the ancient practice of using candles. His jaw dropped and he pushed his fingers through his hair pushing it back. He honestly though she was joking when she said no lights and that should would bust them out. To know they were serious going to be in the dark with real candles he glared at her. As soon as people filed in Dylan asked if he was going to run to Candy or not. With mock disgust he placed his hand over his chest, "Gasp, why Dylan you hurt my feelings. I wanted to stay here with you so we can drink tea and be on your channel," he replied then dropped his hand. Even though the other British male didn't love the accent Bae always liked showing it off. Plus it would show people he wasn't as Asian as everyone instantly though that he was. Of course all the years in America and with his Korean family his accent was starting to twist in different directions. When Sadie added on to the topic of why he didn't run to Candy he rolled his eyes. As hot as she was he wasn't a creep so he guessed Marcey would take that spot. "I came here because I know you're gonna try and pull some bullshit once it gets dark," he said wiggled his fingers in her direction. Next Grace came in and grabbed her bunk. under Sadie. He was not sure where to sleep anymore or where to put his things but if they were going to sleep here it seemed like the most entertaining room in the cabin. Not only did he have a friend for reckless idiots they got to deal with whatever pranks Sadie would think up. As she spoke of the big bed he laughed and shrugged, "She is greedy you should go take the room anyways," he said and smiled. They were only in the house for a few minutes and he was already ready to start messing things up. Since they were all friends he needed to start some kind of drama to watch.

Finally sitting down he looked over to Grace as she proposed the Bloody Mary challenge. That was child's play almost every kid did that at a sleep over. He had done it a million times and even if he didn't like to mess with the dead he know it was just a game where you tried to make your friend scream in the dark. Then Marcey walked in and upped the price to the little game. Little games were fun but the basement didn't sound like a good idea. Not to him at least and if his mother could see him now he knew she would be yelling at him in Korean just to make it sound angrier. The second Sadie pulled out the board he dramatically tilted his head back and put his hands up. "Ay dios, Sadie we have been here for two seconds and you are already ******** me up," he sighed. Thankfully Damion came in and moved them all back to drinking which actually didn't sound any better. He loved drinking but being intoxicated while dead people lurked around them was not the best idea. His mother said something about how it wasn't good to be impaired around demons or something along those lines. This would be the only time he would actually want his mom to be around with her nagging and debby downer mood. Since they were young and reckless he guessed they were all just going to go along with whatever idea was thrown out.

As the group nerd Jack came in and started his rant on how they had to be adults and smart at some point on this trip. Honestly Bae didn't listen to it since he was used to having Jack give him the run down on what they needed to do. What they needed to do and what was fun weren't always the same thing though. Once he ended about needing someone Bae like a child raised his hand and smiled. "I'll go not tryna, be possessed because someone wanted to poke at dead people," he said and gave Sadie the finger. All jokes aside he didn't dislike Sadie as much as he made it seem with the jokes. They were all friends and he new Grace was going to try to push just as many reckless ideas on the group.


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With a book in hand Nakida leaned back in her seat and started to looked through it deciding if she wanted to read it or not. Despite being head librarian she wasn't a total bookworm who read all the time. When she read the book had to be perfect or she would lose interest and find another one. Her taste in most things were this picky, if it wasn't right then she wasn't going to waste her time on it. It might look like quitting but she wasn't a slacker she just was a perfectionist. At times it was a real bother because she needed everything to be in it's place. As much as she completely adored people coming to the library, all age groups minus the very old were horrible at keeping things together. Either someone left a book out or put it back in the wrong place which upset her the most. She would rather put it back herself then find someone just shoved a book in any place they wanted. Still at the end of the day when she went around checking things and fixing them she liked to know she was getting it right. So the trait was a hassle but a relief. At least she never lost things, well usually she didn't lose things. The only place she unorganized was her car but no one but her went in there so it was fine. At the thought of her car she grabbed her phone to check the time. Soon she would be driving over to see Deliah just to hang around. No real reason but they were best friends and she liked to be around her over her usual friends. Since meeting her she had gotten tangled up in the lives of the people of her building. Already knowing Kas only added to getting tangled up and actually talk to the other people who lived there.

"Nakida, when are you leaving?" a young voice asked. Looking up she smiled the intern and shrugged looking around. People were moving around and it was probably the best idea to stay and help. But she was boss and that was why they had young interns to work as slaves. "Soon do you need help, hun," she asked standing up. The younger face frowned for a second at the pet name. She was only teasing she did it to everyone younger and everyone working for her. Maybe the power got to her head but she wasn't unbearable though she knew she could be a hassle. "Here I don't want this anymore," she said handing off the book and motioned her hand for the girl to go find it's place. After she scurried off Nakida grabbed her phone and purse then made her escape from the busy building. With a smirk she looked back and shrugged she worked late all the time. Today was a fun where she didn't want to be the boss all day and got into her car quickly. Old purses were scattered in the back along with make-up or things she tossed back when she was rushing in the morning. Someday she would get to taking it out but today was not that day. She started up the engine and pulled out the parking lot taking the short drive to the apartments.

Unlike her friends she actually lived in her own house. When she first brought it she didn't think she would end up living alone, but that was all behind her now. Having a house meant more cleaning and being alone meant not being able to push it on someone else. She didn't mind it and was used to it by now and liked to come home from work or being out with the girls to have privacy. Though she did plan on getting a pet soon to fill up the house a little and a maid maybe too. All these thoughts were washed away when she pulled up and walked into the lobby. A few familiar faces smiled at her as she made her way to the elevator and pressed her floor number. Hopefully they had something to snack on because she was starting to get hungry. Living along also meant having to feed herself which she forgot to do when she was home. In the wait she fiddled with her hair and her phone then looked up when the doors opened again.


TO : LY
FROM : NIKKI
OOPS FORGOT TO TEXT BUT I AM SECONDS AWAY FROM BUSTING
YOUR DOOR AND STEALING YOUR FOOD. :3


The phone was on caps lock from a previous text but she was too lazy to type it over again so she just went along with it. It could convey how close and hungry she was. Before she opened the door she knocked but just walked in anyways and spotted Ly. "Howdy," she smirked and laughed. She made fun of the accent but she actually adored it entirely. Nakida was Australian but from all her years of living here the accent wasn't as thick. Still she was proud of it and was fine when people teased her about it and just went along with the jokes. "I forgot to text before I left but I am already here so," she said and shrugged. With her keys still in hand she jingled them around and walked up closer leaning on the counter. Looking around she spotted Cam and offered a short nod. In her eyes he was a useless boy who did nothing. Nakida had a thing for people being adults by now and having a real job or at least continuing to learn in college. She was a rich girl who owned a house and had a job thanks to her parents but she went to college like everyone else and paid her own bills.

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For all intents and purposes Chaos was a real adult. He moved out, went to college landed a legal paying job and payed his own bills. Now his pay wasn't really enough to live a high live but it was enough to keep Netflix so that was enough for him. Added things came along when he really needed them but other then that he was content. There was no need for more because as a child this was how he pictures his life, simple. Well he also imagined himself as a famous musician but he got rid of that dream in high school when he learned hot hard it was. Music is a fickle and hard major to stay in and work with so he took what he got and was grateful. The band wasn't making much money but they got small amounts from playing places which was used to finance keeping it alive. It was stuck he did admit to that but it wasn't taking too much or giving too much so he thought the band had found a balance. When she gave the first small yeah he blinked slowly knowing the tone of voice all to well. Some thing was nipping at her and then nips would turn into bites then she would be nagging him about it. When it came to displaying emotions he was a lot more stoic then her. It didn't mean he was emotionless because he got angry he didn't liked to have balance. The key word to his life is balance so he tried to live by something since he was so freelance. Again she spoke more of a mumble but he would hear it faintly and leaned again the car folding arms across his chest. If they weren't in that whole love thing he would be easily told her to just pack her s**t and leave. Unfortunately for them they were connected already and he was happy with her and couldn't just toss her to the side. It would hurt him as much as it would hurt her if he did that.

"K," was all he could say at first. She started and he cracked his knuckled trying to listen without displaying any emotion. Not to show he didn't care but because if he did he would look completely annoyed because he was. He heard it before from her from his mother and other people around him. Pushing him to be more, to grab more, to do more. More wasn't balance he wasn't going to get greedy or live whatever the American Dream meant which to him was only greed. They were adults and he was an adult who paid bills who got stressed and had to wait in lines. He watched kids and had to take up grace in dealing with the difficult ones. Working with kids all day he knew what a kid acted like and he was far more mature then that. Yes he played video games and even had the students on his gaming accounts but when he needed to get things done he turned off the games. On the topic of having children he tilted his head to the side and sighed slowly. As a teacher he had a million children already to look after. He wasn't one of those people who thought since the world had to many people he shouldn't have kids. In fact he was very arrogant in the desire of making a little dude who look just like him and a like her too. If she thought she worked harder then him then she didn't understand what it felt like to watch kids and constantly have to fight for his job. He was chill but in his job with his music he was serious and this was what he wanted to do. During summers he even tutored children beyond what the school could give them.

Blinking slowly he noticed her eyes getting glossy not sure if she was just drunken and emotional or sober and emotional. Either way he tilted his head from side to side and grabbed her arm firmly pulling her into a hug and leaned again their car. "I enjoy my job I want to teach children what music is how to play and all that jazz. My band isn't my life but these have been my friends since high school we have been working hard on this for years. We aren't poor we have this car we have a place to sleep and we have food. I mean I guess I could pick another job if you are really all that concerned about money. We have a second controller you can always play with me, even though I would kill you with no mercy in seconds," he said adding the last joke to lighten the mood. He let go of her and placed his hand again the back window and propped himself up. "You know I don't like talking about this stuff why don't you shut up and sober up then we can bicker in the morning?" he said not afraid to tell her to shut up. Relationships were not happiness and sun shine when she was being a b***h he told her with no hesitation. She deserved to know what he was thinking and the truth. "It's really annoying actually I am not a hobo like everyone thinks how many kids do you hearing screaming in your work day. Once I get home I have to grade junk and get my plans and junk ready," he added and stood up again.

"Stay in the present and don't both me about kids when it happens we'll deal don't be a drag," he said lazily waving his hand at her. They were going to go back in but he felt she would want to argue with him some more so he took some steps and paused but didn't turn to her. Sighing he put a hand on her forehead and looked to the side, "If you wanna talk I'll listen but I am not going to stand around and waste my breath," he ended and turned his head to the side glancing back at her.




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Standing up she could feel the eyes of everyone person burning holes through her dress into her skin stabbing her soul. They burning through through her leaving dark scorched spots in her skin big enough to look through and see the other side. Big enough to look right through her and have a prefect as the small casket that was beautifully set up behind her. She didn't even matter in this moment, not in her own eyes. To everyone she was the person to watch and make sure she was still together even though she was shattered. As long as she was loosely threaded together no one had to worry too much about her. Everyone expected her to be barely hanging on to whatever they thought she was hanging on to. She could be hanging to her sanity trying to remember everyone dies. Or maybe she could be hanging onto her husband as support for them both and someone to lean on. It was all wrong she had no idea what she was hanging on to, none of that mattered to her. She used to hang on to him and he wasn't alive for her to cling to anymore. No one was able to understand how much it hurt or how it was hurting her. Other grieving mothers felt his level of pain but no one was ever going to experience it the way she did. She didn't even want to talk to other mother. How was sharing pain going to help anyone. All it really did was add on to her own sorrows. They would both throw their darkness into the circles until it was so over whelming that the entire room was blinded. Now here she stood being waited on for some sort of speech about it. Something that she wanted to do because it sounded good in her head but now she knew it was too much.

First she cleared her throat and nodded as the funeral director handed her a tissue and the picture book. They went over this but every time she just walked away and said it would be better for her not to practice or think too much. It needed to be spontaneous and off the top of her head to be the truth. The cold dark truth, that would maybe make her feel better. Was she just flinging her sadness on everyone else? Well it was too late to back down as the man sat back down and nodded to her. Again she was the only one standing, center of attention. Her throat was so dry it hurt. If she inhaled she thought she would suffocate so she held her breathe for a few seconds. Each face watched her, eyes darting to and away from her constantly. No one enjoyed car crashes but everyone raced outside to see how damaged everything was. Right now she was a car wreck being turning over and still somehow working, shocking everyone. The analogy made it all seem to simple but it was a lot harder then just turning herself on again. Marisol opened her mouth and looked to James then closed her mouth again. He was so much stronger then her. Also a lot better at hiding his emotions not just to make everyone back away but for her. At night she heard him cry alone and she wanted to hold him but never left the bed. It was selfish to be so consumed by her own demons and ignore him like that. Her face was getting red as she felt her ears getting warm.

"I," she started. People shuffled in their seats turning to her getting ready to hear anything she had to say. For a second she looked to her picture book and landed on her first pregnancy picture. In almost every other picture she was crying or has red eyes from crying. All those cries were happy or just from being hormonal and way to fragile about everything. These tears were different, they rolled down her cheek faster and the taste was different. She couldn't tell what tasted different as they reached her lips she knew something had changed. Licking her lips she wiped her chin and looked up again thankful for the light a amount of make-up Jessica put on her. "I was there when he died. He was in my arms," she explained her voice cracking on the world arms. Her voice dropped off because it was shaking and she hated the way it sounded when she was crying. "Every moment that mattered in his life, I cried. Learning about him, the first kick, first picture, first time James changed his diaper," she continued and laughed at the last note looking to him. Again she wiped her cheek and sniffled flipping through more pictures trying to think or what she wanted to say next. "When he woke up crying waking us up I cried with him because it is hard being a mommy," she conveyed and smiled softly. He was also so light in her arms it was perfect she knew he was so fragile but she loved how little he was. It made her feel more important to him like she would save him in some way. That when he was older she could tell him he used to be so tiny and he was a warrior to survive it all. Marisol moved her jaw around and cracked her knuckles one by one pausing for a little. "I didn't cry when he died," she confessed.

For days she didn't cry this was the first time she was crying and it wasn't even all that much. She cried a lot so these streaming tears were nothing compared to how she wanted to cry. "We, um, we," she attempted. Her chest was tightening with each breathe as she tried to compose herself to speak again and moved her jaw around. "I thought if I talked it would make me feel better," she mumbled to James. It was more intended for him to hear as a warning call to some how save her. Looking to the pictures she leafed around the pages and felt her throat closing as she struggled to breathe normally. "It was a weird struggle to detect if he was crying or laughing an-" her voice cracked and she put her fingers to closed lips. Blinking hard something inside her snapped and broke shredding apart whatever wall she had build up. Her arm went over her face as she put her mouth on the inside of her elbow. Tears turned her view into one mess of undistinguished masses and colors.



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To hear he had to be Sandy brought a bitter sweet smile to this lips. Either it was because he had the longer hair or because in the pair he was shorter and way skinnier. Maybe if it was a costume party he would be down for some extra crazy drag rendition of Sandy. Looking back to the stage he sighed as people sang not really sure how he felt about everyone singing. Once Hattie went up his attention was put into his drink and his phone not really concerned. First off he never slept with her for her singing or talent in anyway. Second he had no idea what his real intentions were but he wasn't going to put a label to it yet since it kept changing. Once he was asked about her he put the phone down and shrugged. He wasn't sure what her goals were but they were never a couple so he didn't expect her to care too much. After the whole not given two ******** about him being punched settled in he was bitter over it. "Eh who knows, I am not the emotional attached to people type. Plus I'm too good for her why waste her life with a fire fighter when she can get with the Russian mafia," he said and wiggled his eyebrows. To be honestly he didn't feel like getting into those personal serious talked with Tyler. Not that he didn't love him like a brother, it was just a simple problem no need to vent about it. Also he didn't knew what to vent with or how to deal so he was trying to not deal. It was really hard hating someone and liking them at the same time he never had this problem before. He loved B and hated her as well but that was different he actually knew her and already tired to date. With the note of him not being able to sing he rolled his eyes, "Maybe I am hiding my singing voice?" he teased.

He looked back to his phone and took another read at the text message and wondered where she could have been born. Outside America and Russia he didn't care about other places. It sounded selfish but no one else cared so he didn't feel bad about. If the terror wasn't happening to them or their money no one in this town cared. Everyone was greedy and going to stay greedy, he wasn't going to mess with the balance. He was born at the top that was where he was going to stay. Or maybe he wouldn't because Rach somehow managed to move here with the likes of his kind. There should have been more on how she got here not where she came from. No one cared that far in her past they wanted to know if she was whore to get to this town. Rolling his eyes he put the phone face down and looked over to Ty. When he questioned where she got the info he leaned his head back then put his chin to his chest in an over exaggerated nod. What brand of stalker was she that she knew about small things like who Vlad was homewrecking with and the birth place of Rachel. They seemed like really different bands of gossip but somehow came from the same person. It gave him the idea that this must be a team of people maybe everyone was gossiping about every. Well everyone minus him, which thinking it over sounded dumb. Still though it had to be more the one person but someone who lived here for a while. If they had the determination they should start a Scooby Doo gang and start snooping around. He really didn't care who got hit next because there was hardly anyone left who he cared about. His sister wasn't someone who spent her time in the town so he doubted she would be exposed and his mother was a grown lady. This person was targeting the it group which mean people in the bar not the one's who were home.

"I think it is a group," he said and put his hand to his chin. When he spoke again about not wanting pity he looked down and sighed. He cared about Ty but for anyone else he wasn't going to muster up some pity as if he was a nice person. Just at the thought he was asked if he liked anyone and he laughed looked up again. Did he wanted the truth or some lie to sound good? Not that needed one they had been friends so long they knew were the other stood on most topics. "I don't care about anyone other then you pretty much. People act like that care no one gives a s**t as long as it is entertaining them," he said and shrugged. Being shallow was bad but he was truthful so he got some points for that right. "If she is so tough why not show case her bravery as like I am a bad b***h and here. Seriously who was going to be like oh no shun the poor girl after hearing she killed a man with her bare hands?" he said and waved his hands as he talked. Honestly he would have shunned someone with less money when he was little but he was little bigger now. Not entirely mature but more then he was in middle school or last year. As Ty talked about his dad problems Vlad looked down again. He had no way to help about that really when it came to real problems he was useless other then listening and offering a place to stay. They had serious moments but it wasn't their forte because Vlad was generally a content person who didn't need to vent. With the next questioned he laughed and sat up putting a hand on his chest. "OMG I'm Kelsey and my thong today is actually not designer, please gimme all your attention. LOL Blaire here I lost my credit card that daddy pays for now I can't pay my drinks," he mocked and slumped back into his chair again.

Honestly he hoped his secret would be that insignificant he had a bunch of dumb things he was doing. This was not the first relationship he messed with so maybe the next one would be about that. Looking over he looked to Rach and Ry as they took the time to have their own little drama together then be ushered out the club. It was clear she was unhinging in some way and he shrugged secrets were fickle someone was going to find out soon enough. Even if you trusted someone they told someone they trusted and in time it was common village knowledge. Plus the internet was all types of impressive now so maybe they found her records hacking or something. If she really felt all that bad she could just leave town. Looking back he spotted Marc drunk and pathetic and laughed softly. "Look our star left but we still have a show to watch," he said nodding over. Personally Vlad didn't like drinking he thought it was stupid and people always did dumb things. Sounds high and mighty from a pot dealer but no one got into fights high they could barely think about anger enough to enforce it. Even on other drugs he wasn't as dumb and useless as an alcoholic. "Why is B still over there Marc is like a grown man plus if I couldn't snap his bond with Hattie I doubt her petty a** can," he said and raised his glass to his lips. A small part was just bitter she was with him in general, didn't she knew they were having a war in his mind.

Before any other thoughts could form a new person walked in and he spit water up a little. "Holy s**t Levi is back, he is sorta rad," he said and pointed over. Of course the adult went over to the other adults and he annoyingly tilted his head from side. He was really tired of being viewed as a kid even though he acted a kid. "Yo ******** the 'adults' they aren't even real adults they still live off mommy and daddy money," he said and glared. His own income from drug dealing was enough to hold himself if he wanted a really shitty apartment in some ******** different town. Still he was planning to do the college thing and do something other then be a rich boy all his life. Most didn't guess that from him but he was really adamant about not being like his dad or only being known for being his dad's son. It was more a problem in Russia then America but still a problem. "Where the ******** is Kelsey I don't even like her but she would be at least a fun time to be around," he complained and grabbed a case from his pocket. Inside was his little stash of random things and he grabbed a capsule and flashed a smile. "Thug life?" he asked and took one chasing it with his water.



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The smile was instantly wiped off her face when Eva pulled off the hat and threw it across the room in a hateful fashion. "How rude!" she snapped. Despite the hat being dreadfully ugly it was still an expensive piece part of a larger collection she was trying to complete. If she didn't want the help she could just politely decline and Delia would have accepted it. Well she would have accepted it for a small while until she tried to help again. They lived together and there was nothing she could do about it until the next year started and rooms were all changed. This meant she had to see her face every morning and every night, sometimes during the day. She wanted her to look better to rub off some her her fabulous sense of fashion and popularity on someone who needed it. All the other girls thought it was a good deed and they even pitched in ideas on how to help. It was like having a wounded animal they had to nurse back to health and then push off into the wild to be independent and follow in her footsteps. With a sigh she folded her arms across her chest and look back to her eyes to be met by a glare. She darted her eyes away and felt like a child unfolding her arms tilting her head down. Why did she had to be such a scolding motherly girl who could scare anyone. And it had nothing to do with her skin color or her strong features it was all in the eyes and how she held her posture. As she spoke Delia looked at her sparkling shoes and softly kicked the carpet just to move something.

After a few seconds of feelings like an idiot child she looked up and pouted her lips in protest. She was trying to help, maybe it was rude but she was still trying to do something nice. This girl really had no manners she could have been stuck in one of the small dorms with the other poor girls but she got to live here with Delia. Before she could give her rebuttal argument she started again spitting harsh truths at her. Shocked her jaw dropped and she gasped slightly placing a hand on her chest. No one every yelled at her unless it was her mother or father and even they were careful not to upset her. The worse part of it all was that it was completely the truth and there was nothing she could say to argue about it. When she got here she was culture shocked seeing how other people lived and first encountering Animals. Her eyes started to burn as she held back the urge to cry and grind her teeth. She was misguided but she wasn't intentionally harmful or told the other off. Yes she didn't know about the spoiled world and yes she was spoiled but she didn't need to be belittle about it. All she had ever known was her house and her neighborhood that only consisted of people just like her. Once she got here everyone assumed she was just a dumb rich girl who wouldn't go far. Even back home when she told them she would go to college they doubted she would make it. Delia watched as she grabbed her books and clenched her fists not knowing what to say back to someone only say the truth.

The first tear rolled down her cheek as Eva looked back to her and started to talk again. Fine she treated her like a doll it was true but she was only trying to help. It made sense to help she always seemed to stoic or upset she wanted her to be like herself. Now it was clearly that would never happen since she was just an entitled idiot. Moving her jaw around she wiped her chin before the drop could roll down her neck. She didn't get excluded from groups she was usually the first to be picked but again she was being blocked out. Just like when she first arrived and didn't have a roommate and was forced to be randomly connected to someone. If she wasn't with the other rich girls she had no one else to be with. Other groups whispered about then she knew they all thought they were only here for show. But Delia was different she was smart and she wanted to be show that she wasn't just a face and a name. As she walked up glaring over her she looked down and wiped her face again feeling her cheeks getting warm. "I know none of you think I will be able to finish school or that I am here to be serious," she snapped before she could leave the room.

"I know you think I am doing this to be mean but I just you never smile and I thought it I made you like me that, that you would be happy," she cried. She used her arm to wipe her face and sniffled walked over to her desk to grab a tissue. "If I am not with my friends then people either blindly admire me or forcefully hate me," she explained and sat on the chair. On the desk was the box that the hat came in. It was all black and covered in velvet the box itself was already expensive it was such a shame the hat was hideous. Or at least it was hideous to her, maybe her opinion didn't matter anymore, not to Eva at least. Delia reached out and grabbed it then stood up and walked over to the hat putting it back into the box and walked over to Eva and lifted it up shyly. If she liked the hat she could have it and she would say nothing about how it looked. Honestly it anyone was going to pull of wearing that then only she could do it with her unique features. Maybe she wouldn't change and maybe she would never make it through school but she wanted to try. "I want you to have the hat not because I'm being your puppet master but because I wanted to give you something. There is so much I don't understand about being social or being polite yet but I am trying. It doesn't seem like it but I am and I am sorry Eva," she offered and sniffled again.

Taking steps back she grabbed her messenger bag and filled it with her textbooks and her pen set. She studied but she did it mildly only enough to make sure she could pass her classes with slightly above average grades. Her and her friends never really had any study sessions they all did it on their own because it wasn't all that glamorous. Eva would study or read every day and she had perfect grades along with the little group she hung out with. They were people she would never be with or want to be seen around but in the real world popularity didn't matter. She needed to be nicer and she sat down and looked up. "Please let me come with you, you don't have to say you are sorry or even talk to me I just want to see your friends," she softly asked. Slowly she lifted up and grabbed her own hat and smiled to Eva.

"I can buy another black hat and we can match?" she joked feeling a little uncomfortable. Since she didn't want to be turned down or yelled at again she slipped through the door away under her arm and gave a thumbs up. It wasn't like she could really keep her from following to the study group. Then again maybe forcing herself into the group wasn't that good either. Delia pushed her hand into her bag and pulled out a small bag of candy and offered over small sweets as a sign of please-accept-me-or-I'll-cry-harder.



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seriously one of my most tragic deaths
Edmund moved to wake up and grabbed his chest the violent movement was painful but the pain in his chest was worse he felt like he was having a heart attack or something clearly something was wrong. The pain hit him hard and he coughed and felt his eyes water instantly grabbing his shirt and leaning over it was hitting him all too hard. Edmund Cheshire James was dying and he wasn't ready he was so not prepared he didn't pray he didn't find the Lord randomly in his last moments and he didn't finish college let or get married he did have children yet. He wasn't going to be able to tease Rena anymore and he panic and he cried. It was all crashing around him as he just hunched over sobbing body shaking cried he could feel his nose running and did nothing to stop it too preoccupied to move his hand away from his shirt as he got louder. It was childish it was heart breaking he wasn't the character to cry he didn't even cry when his parents died he held Rena and kept a calm face he was the older twin he always joked with his parents as they got sick that he would watch over her like the big brother he was. It was four minutes of wisdom he had over her and he looked over at her and closed his eyes not wanting to look at her not wanting her to see him like this. She had been watching him trying to forced the idea of death down this throat and he knew he should have listened and he knew she was right she was always right. She was the one who should older she was better at things then he was she was perfect and he ripped her life from her grasp he was the monster that brought the sickness to them both and he cried in his bed just in complete self pity as he felt his chest get tight and he shook his head and whined for it to stop. He didn't want them to see this he was weak and he was leaving like the worthless coward he was and he looked down wiping his face unable to make words between his sobs and he knew they were all watching him he knew they were crying with him and he covered his face.

When is started he denied everything about it and made jokes because he wanted himself to feel better he thought it he lied then maybe he wouldn't be here like this. He thought his lied would mend what he did and keep Rena healthy but when she started to look like him it broke his heart and he refused to think about the end so he kept living the pitiful lie he was. Instead of trying to become close to God or figuring out what happened to a person when they died he just played his games and made jokes keeping a faint smile on everyone face. That was her purpose in this group to keep everyone smiling and here he was terrifying everyone with this. Reality was smacking him in the face and he didn't understand how to deal other then to cry. As a boy he imagined himself growing up to become a game designer and making money with a large house and kids. Now he was a pale skinny boy in a pull out couch in his parents living room holding on to whatever life he had life crying in front of friends he had since forever. It was tragic is was nothing like he imagine he thought it would be when he was old and surrounded by his grandchildren and children planning out his will coming to peace with himself and that Rena would have already been dead so she didn't have to keep going with out him.

It was impossible to even calm down as he thought about death he wasn't ready what happened to a soul when a person died would he be able to watch over them would he turn into nothing. Would he meet his parents and look at their faces with complete shame knowing he let them down knowing he put him and everyone else in danger and he had so much left to do. Where was Janice he didn't want them here but he was going to leave and not be able to see her again. Looking up with red eyes he watched each face look onto his face with complete fear, shock and most of all a broken heart and he turned to Rena and he tried to talk but it was hard to breathe from the crying. "I'm sorry Rena I never wanted this to happen and I am sorry please Rena tell me you forgive me tell me it will be okay," he said as his voice cracked he gasped for air and winced from the pain in his chest and clenched his fist looking up feeling the tears rolling down his neck. "I'm not ready Rena please make it stop it hurts," he whispered knowing it was weak to ask for her help she was going to die just like him and they would be nothing. They would take the bodies and he would be gone forever.

He wiped his face and shook his head, "'I'm sorry Rena, Jay Jakob Nathaniel I didn't think it would happen to be and if if if I would just," he stopped and felt his chest become tight and he stopped leaning forward. "I promised my dad I would keep us safe and I promised myself I wouldn't die and I'm dying," he said letting his voice drop to a whisper and bit his lip trying to muster up some courage he was older he had to leave with his head held high. This entire time he was running from the truth full speed and when it caught up to him he was acting like a child and being weak it wasn't how he wanted to go. Now there was no doubt in his mind that was about to die the pain was killing him it felt like. He had to accept it quick and he put hand over Rena's and he gave a weak smile and grabbed her hand bringing it to his mouth and kissed the back of her wrist. Through his tears he tried to put on a calmer face and he tried to think of what to say that would make everything better but there was nothing. He was close to death and she was going to trail behind in the morning. It was tearing him apart and he still felt the tears rolling down his face blurring his vision but he looked to her with a smile and pressed his lips against her hand and felt his hand shaking from the weakness. For a little he he just looked to her and smiled watching her face seeing now weak she looked how pale her skin was and how frail her had felt in his. "I'll see you later kiddo," he said and clenched her hand as his body got tense. It was his last words and he left it was good something sort calling her a little kid like he always did since he was minutes older trying to calm her to know he was accepting it finally. He wasn't ready in any way or form and he couldn't stop crying but nothing was going to stop his death so he closed his eyes and felt the next clench and yelled out then his body became tense and he moved in a violent seizure.

Dropping her hand as he stopped and fell back he was done and everything he wanted to do in life was gone but at least he left with a smile on his face and saying sorry. It was a horrible way to leave but there was nothing else to be done. They would have to wait until Rena was gone then call the local CDC and have the bodies removed then what. The glue to the group was Rena and Edmund he gave jokes and kept everyone entertained even when they bickered. Now his light was blown out and his jokes her done his laugh was never to be heard again as his dead body rested on the bed.



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