Blue Royalty | Official Thread

novella · 4 November 2020 20:46

The magical and unforgettable Prom Night finally ended, bring the Senior Class back to the mundane normality. Or so they thought.

Sunday 8:00am, 21st March: ALERT written by @benitz786

"Breaking News: Hello and thank you for tuning into Channel 2 News. We’re staring the morning off with some sad news, if you tuned in over the past few days - you may have heard about the wreckage off Bixby Bridge with a car going over the side and into the water. Teams of volunteers have been diving in the water to see if there had been any survivors, though it seemed the car exploded on impact with the driver in the car. If you tuned in yesterday, we got confirmation that the car that had gone over belonged to 18-year-old Candice Clarke who had been driving during the night of one of the worst storms we’ve had over a decade - causing a city-wide power outage and making it so first responders were late on the scene.

At this time, it is not understood why the teenager was driving this late or where she was headed though It’s speculated that the rain and wind obstructed her view causing the crash. We did also hear word that there were suitcases full of clothes in the back, possibly indicating an impromptu trip. However, as of this time, the family has not confirmed or denied any claims. We had an interview with distraught Lily-Ann Collins, mother of the teenage student, this morning and she has revealed that she couldn’t be more dishearted in this with this news and that the family was hard at work finalizing the wake will be held in her honor this afternoon. Thank you for tuning in and stay safe on the road - we’ll be providing updates once more information is revealed by the coroner’s office and will be doing an exclusive look inside the wake itself during our evening segment ."

Monday 9:00am, 22nd March

The news had troubled the town, Candice Clarke had passed away. Shock, confusion, grief plagued the senior’s minds as they woke up to the next day that was to be dedicated to preparing for the funeral, something they had not expected to be doing days after Prom.

Just to be clear, the characters start in their own homes, on their way to the church.

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Ouijaloveletters · 4 November 2020 21:09

Ruby sat on her bed, staring at the wall. She’d heard of what happened to Candice Clarke, and was trying to process what happened. She never knew Candice, never having gotten the chance to meet her. It didn’t feel right to her to go to the funeral of the girl she never knew. Besides, she knew she’d screw something up if she did. She messed up everything. Just look at what she did at prom…her mom freaked when she saw Ruby’s hands, taking her to the doctors. Ruby sighed, closing her eyes and laying down on her bed. She figured Tala would want her to go, but why? She wasn’t this girl’s friend…she was a nobody. There was a knock on her door, and Ruby called “Come in…” Rose Danvers opened the door, poking her head in. “Ruby? How are you holding up?” Ruby shrugged. “I’m ok…all things considered…” Rose walked over to the bed, wrapping her arms tightly around Ruby. “Are you going to go?” Ruby shook her head. “No…I’d feel like I was intruding.” Ruby said. She started to cry, feeling so sad for the friends of the girl.
@Nil - Tala mentioned

Kbail · 4 November 2020 22:07

The weirdness of prom night was still on his mind days later. He had to drive Selena home because of how drowsy and out of it she was and he realized that someone had to have spiked her drink. That was the last thing he expected to happen at prom, the place that should have been safe. He still couldn’t stop thinking about it until he found out who did it. The thought angered him that someone could do something like that for no reason, just to hurt someone. While laying in his bed on sunday, he got a notification. He picked up his phone off of his nightstand to read it. When he read it, it was like time stopped. All he could focus on was the message on his phone. “What?” He thought to himself. He read it over and over again making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Yep ,it was true. One of his close friends was gone. The last thing he expected was this. Now the next morning on Monday, it still felt surreal when he was getting ready to go to the funeral. He was moving slower than usual while getting ready and his dad made sure to say some encouraging words to him. They didn’t help him of course and he dreaded going to the funeral. It would seal the deal that this was really happening. A long car ride later, his dad dropped him off and drove off to work. He reluctantly went inside. He didn’t bother looking around the venue. Instead he walked down the red carpet to sit in one of the seats.

@anon78671027 Selena Mentioned

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benitz786 · 4 November 2020 22:15

Dan looked in the mirror as he fixed his tie, dressed from top to bottom in black. Sure, Daniel Parker may have not liked Candice Clarke in the least, but there was something called respect. Well… as much as he could give at least – which meant going to the funeral and sitting through the long endeavor as people talked, or lied, about how much Candice meant to them. Daniel had, however, been intrigued in looking at the coroner’s report… hacked of course. Perhaps it was Dan’s own curiosity… though he did indeed loving having information first. It seemed Candice’s body was found charred due to an explosion on impact. Must have been a gory scene as the whole car seemed to be smashed into bits.

Fixing his hair, Daniel took a shot of vodka as his cousin walked in, wearing heals which made her taller than him, more than she already was. ”Really Dan? You’re drinking?” Dan raised his eyebrow at her and shrugged, “Have to get through this somehow. You sure you don’t want some?” Dan offered to which she rolled her eyes and took a seat on his bed. “You don’t have to come you know? People don’t know that you enrolled back at C. High. You have absolutely no obligation whatsoever” Dan stated, putting cologne on as he looked at her. Though he knew Jessica, once she had made a decision, she was going to stick with it.

“Well then, after you,” Dan stated, smiling as the girl took his arm and followed him to his car to the venue. An over extravagant affair – though from what he knew about “Lily-Ann” he wasn’t surprised. It was clear to him she had no care in the world that her daughter was dead, though, she did do a great sad impression. “Condolences,” Dan stated as him and Jessica made their way towards the woman, who shook both of their hands and told them to take a seat at the church. “Wish I brought my flask,” Dan mumbled to his cousin, feeling her elbow him at the words. Though as he walked in, Dan found his eyes falling towards a familiar girl – one he’d seen a few days ago at prom. “I’ll be back in a moment… do you mind saving me a seat,” Dan told Jessica as he made his way to Delilah Hawthorne. “Hey… how are you holding up. It being your sister and all,” Dan questioned, recalling the kiss they shared days earlier.

@novella

Mentioned:
@me - Jessica
@me - Candice’s charred body

What Dan’s Wearing:

Ouijaloveletters · 4 November 2020 22:32

Suddenly, Ruby realized Tala probably knew Candice and needed support. She sighed, letting go of her mom. “You know what? I’m going to go…” she said. Rose nodded. “Ok. I’ll leave you to get ready.” Rose left the room, softly shutting the door behind her. Ruby slid off her bed, walking to her closet. She pulled on a long sleeved plain black shirt and black pants. Ruby sighed, grabbing her purse and walking downstairs. She texted Tala, heading out the door. Hey. Um...where’s the funeral being held? Ruby put her phone back, getting in her car and waiting for a response. Rose came out, tapping on Ruby’s window. She rolled it down, and Rose asked “Do you want me to come with you?” Ruby slowly nodded and Rose said “Ok, I’ll be right back. Rose returned fifteen minutes later, wearing a black dress and low heels. “Do you know where the funeral is?” Ruby nodded. “Yeah, they explained it on the news.” Ruby started the car as Rose buckled her seatbelt. Once they got to the church, Ruby parked and they got out, walking into the church.
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benitz786 · 4 November 2020 22:46

Death. It was such a final thing. And Jordan could barely comprehend that it would take someone so young. Someone his age. Someone that he considered a friend. Not to mention this was the second funeral Jordan had been to within a week - his mind drifting back to a few days before prom as he sat in the empty room, paying respects to his father. No one had gone… though, Jordan couldn’t say he was surprised. Jesse Williams was not someone many people cared for… and Jordan perhaps even fell within that range. Though, the man was still his father.

This, however, Candice Clarke. This hurt more than the death of his father, however sad that statement was… it was true. She didn’t deserve this. So, As Jordan made his way to the venue his mind full of thoughts and questions of how this could happen to Candice pushing aside any issues with Jezebel that he was dealing with… or trying to especially with the incident at Mikel’s home, he found his way stumbling through the aisles and taking the first seat he found.

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Slightly Mentioned:
@Littlefeets - Jez
@Madilfill - Mikel

It felt wrong to continue the past conversation but we can just pretend Jordan let them out and saw the photo of Mikel and Jez

astxrism · 4 November 2020 22:59

Elodie May DeLoughrey

“Come on, Elodie.” Three words that brought her back to reality as she was sitting in the living room, just staring at the black screen of the tv. The news of Candice’s tragic passing was something that affected almost everyone she knew, including her, even if they were never really close. She was feeling completely hopeless and empty, replaying the moment she heard those devastating news. For a few days Elodie couldn’t even sleep, it was something she experienced once in a while but this time the reason was this - what she was preparing for as she was sitting on the couch.

Slowly looking up, she saw her mother standing in front of her, holding out her hand for Elodie to take and get up. “Dorian is waiting, come on,” Elodie saw her opening her mouth, but the words didn’t get to her right away. It was hard to focus… no, she didn’t even want to focus - she was too tired of everything… and nothing at the same time. “I can’t, I’m tired mom,” she mumbled, looking down at her hands, desperately trying to hold back the tears. “I know, but we have to go now,” Davina sweetly said, patiently waiting for her daughter to get up. Of course, she was her mother so she knew exactly how and why Elodie was acting the way she was, she always knew how to act towards her and how to help her, whenever she needed it.
Taking her mother’s had, Elodie got up, wiping away the first tear that was rolling down her cheek before crossing her arms and following her mother to the door. That was the plan, Davina was going to drive her kids to the funeral and be there for Elodie.

The car ride was awfully quiet, or maybe Elodie wasn’t paying attention. She was simply looking out of the window but the muffled sounds could be heard in the background. She didn’t even realize they’ve arrived until Dorian opened her door, waiting for her to get out. “Come on,” the words she heard so many times today. And before she could get out, he was already walking away, leaving Davina waiting for Elodie. Even if he was never close with Candice, juts like she wasn’t and as much as he didn’t like showing his emotions, everyone could notice he was sad too. Who wouldn’t be?
Tightly holding her mom’s had, they headed towards the church but the moment they got close to the door, Elodie stopped. “Can I stay here for a moment,” Elodie quietly questioned, not taking her eyes off of the door. “You can go in and save me a seat,” she quickly added, shifting her gaze to her mother and forcing a smile. Weak smile. Sad smile.
“Ok,” Davina sweetly replied, looking at her daughter for a couple more seconds before turning around and leaving her standing there, alone.

aw

and look at her mom!!!

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benitz786 · 4 November 2020 23:03

To say the very least, the last few days had been… interesting. From the moment Andy replied to her message, to when she realized what Daniel had done and found the first flight back to America to quite literally, punch the w^nker in the face, to realizing someone had already punched him so she stuck with yelling and making sure that everything was pulled off of Andy’s record, to having her account back for a day and posting - getting into… a little bit of trouble with people from her past, and onto today. The day when the news was broken that Candice Clarke was the body that had been found. It apparently had been in the news for the last couple of days - a car had gone over the bridge, though it wasn’t until recently that it was revealed that CC had been the one that died. Though Jessica wasn’t close to the girl, she knew of her and couldn’t help but have her heart go out to her.

As she sat on Daniel’s bed, already dressed, a sigh left her lips as she saw the man drinking. Jessica didn’t know why, but she had a bad feeling about Daniel being at the funeral… though, recently ever since Jezebel and Daniel, there was this feeling in her gut that he needed someone there. Which… was the reason she decided to stay and complete her schooling here. Plus… someone needed to watch the idiot. Just look at all the fights he had been getting into on socials… though… she had gotten into one as well when she wasn’t in her right mind. One she regretted as she thought back to the other idiot that was Dorian DeLoughrey.

Shaking her head, Jessica looped her arms around Daniels as they walked to his car, her mind wandering over slight anxiousness over being in a room full of people who likely hated her at this point. And sure, hated was a strong word. But with her posting on her finsta on their posts and the replies she got - an effort to gauge how people felt about her before her return - that “hate” was clearly present. Oh well… Jessica Pierce was never one to linger on the past. She couldn’t.

As they made their way inside the venue, Daniel walking away, Jess made her way down the aisle walking toward one with empty seats. Though, as she found herself roaming the walkway, what Jessica didn’t expect was to see was a woman she had considered to be a second mother. Hell… a first mother since her own mother was barely in her life. With a smile on her face, Jessica walked towards the women with an air of purpose, tapping on her shoulder as she uttered “excuse me ma’am, can I have a hug?” with a smile as the women turned around with widened eyes. “JESSICA” the girl heard and laughed as she hugged her tightly. Though Jessica hadn’t seen the woman in months, it felt like it was only yesterday. Though, Jessica had invited Davina out to London to have brunch a few times and catch up which always made for an interesting conversation as the woman was a psychiatrist and always knew how to get information out of the girl - from her relationships to life in general. Though a short conversation, it was enough to get Jess to miss the woman dearly - hence when Davina told the girl she had to come over for dinner, Jessica couldn’t find the words to refuse… even if her and Dorian and Elodie weren’t friends anymore - one conversation Jessica always avoided with the women. Why she left.

After a few moments, Jessica bid farewell to the women before making her way to an open seat, “Excuse me, do you mind if I scoot in right there?” Jess questioned the man sitting in front of her… who looked slightly out of it himself. It only took Jessica a moment to recognize the face of the man. Though it had been four years, Jessica had always been good with faces and names, “Brandon right? Jessica. I don’t know if you remember me,” She smiled - still standing as she waited for his response.

@Kbail - Brandon

Mentioned:

@CerealKiller - Andy
@astxrism - Dorian

CerealKiller · 5 November 2020 00:08

•20/3/2020 - prom night•

The party went on for a few more hours, but unlike usually, Valerie didn’t feel like partying anymore. Being stuck in an elevator with Daniel was surprisingly all she needed to make this night memorable and amazing.

And all she knew is that she had one wish, that when she wakes up sober in the morning, she didn’t forget it all ever happened, even if everything was back to normal from now on.
So after staying a bit in the main party area, when the blackout was through Valerie took the opportunity and left the house headed back home.

It was unlike her not to stay at a party until she was the very last person still somewhat alive, but this night was quite eventful enough for Valerie, for the good and the bad, and all she wanted at that point was a glass of water and her bed after a long boiling hot shower.

She did feel bad for leaving Dominic at the prom, and knew she’d have to talk to him sooner or later, he didn’t deserve that, he did make the first part of her evening definitely memorable and in the best way, but it didn’t bother her just as much as how drunk and tired she was.
She was tired, but not sleepy whatsoever, but hopefully falling asleep wouldn’t be too hard.

•21/3/2020 - the day after•

As Valerie woke up the next morning, what was supposed to be a chill Sunday morning, she went down to the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee before starting her day. Walking into the kitchen she noticed a bunch of letters on the counter and briefly looked through them, noticing a folded up note, which caught her eye.
She picked it up, and opened it.

𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘝𝘢𝘭,
𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶… 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘴.
-C.

Valerie stood and stared at the note, frozen and confused. The same feeling she had yesterday came rushing right back to her, but stronger than it was ever before, something bad was happening. Something very bad.
She took her phone and tried calling Candice, voice mail. Once, twice, even three. Nothing.
Nothing. Until-

Breaking News: … we got confirmation that the car that had gone over belonged to 18-year-old Candice Clarke who had been driving during the night of one of the worst storms we’ve had over a decade…

The TV was on the whole time, it always was, the Sunday morning news were something that was never missed around the Wood household. But this was one of the only times caught Valerie’s attention, as she heard the name of her best friend, Valerie was instantly pulled right back into reality. She went over to the living room to listen to the rest of the article,
She didn’t see Candice at the party, but she herself wasn’t at the party (outside the elevator) for long either way, and she wasn’t really on the best terms with Candice at that time… after a fight like that most people wouldn’t go to a party, but that’s just how Valerie did, all she needed was a distraction, and going home was never a good distraction from her problems…
Was this the last time she talked to her? A fight?
Valerie’s mind drifted off again and flashed back to prom, to that fight she and Candice had, probably the biggest one until today. And the last one…
No. She’s not fcuking dead. It can’t be.

It was probably denial, but as Valerie stood there, frozen and staring at the TV screen, she couldn’t believe what she has just heard, she just couldn’t.

At this time, it is not understood why the teenager was driving this late or where she was headed though It’s speculated that the rain and wind obstructed her view causing the crash. We did also hear word that there were suitcases full of clothes in the back, possibly indicating an impromptu trip.

They could never understand what the hell Candice was doing, but Valerie knew her best friend well enough to know exactly where she was headed. And honestly she wasn’t surprised about her grand escape whatsoever, sad yeah, but not surprised.
If she was here… all that Valerie knew was that she’d support her choice, even if it meant Val wouldn’t have her girl close to her anymore. It was just right, with a life like that, her stupid mother who Valerie never understood why Candice was trying to please. From complete numbness, Valerie soon enough switched to anger, and anger to sadness, and to so many other emotions all at once. But one thing she didn’t let herself believe.
Candice wasn’t dead.
She can’t be.

•22/3/2020 - Funeral•

Although Valerie was still in denial of the girl’s death, after many internal fights with herself. she managed to come to the funeral. Paying respect, Candice was- no, Is, her best friend after all.

Valerie stood in front of the church, and it all started feeling real, and as soon as she made her steps into the church building to see the grieving people, she froze in her place and started shaking, her eyes started filling with tears as she shook her head stepping backwards.

Up until now, she managed to let herself believe it was all an act or a lie, and that Candice wasn’t dead.
But now… seeing the casket laying there, the crying people, the pictures… it all felt so real, and she couldn’t handle it, she couldn’t lose the closest person to her… not again.

’I love you… probably more than you’ll ever know. Goodbye babes’
The words from Candice’s note kept repeating themselves in Valerie’s mind, and god knew it didn’t make her feel any better, not even a bit.
It was true. No matter what he opened in her life, what people she met and what relationships she formed with others, Candice was always and will forever be the one person she loved more than anything. Probably more than she ever knew. A lot more than she ever knew. And even though Valerie wasn’t a big believer in regrets, at that moment, she regretted never truly showing Candice just how much she meant to her. And she did, so so much. More than she’ll ever know, and in ways no one could ever understand.

Breathing steadily was never this hard before, and holding herself from shaking, was just impossible.
Valerie stood, frozen in her place as her tears came rushing some non stop, strangling her and hurting every fiber of her being like acid rain.
As all the other people walked in, said condolences to the family, found a seat… but she couldn’t move, she couldn’t breath she couldn’t feel a god damn thing. She felt empty. Empty and completely numb, like a piece of her heart had just been ripped out with instant aggression and chopped up into a salad mixed up with all the emotions she felt all together, with some salt and pepper on top, to make her wounds burn just a little more.

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@benitz786 Candice and Daniel mentioned
@Caticorn Dominic mentioned

astxrism · 5 November 2020 00:46

Dorian DeLoughrey

Prom night

The night was going well. Aside from grabbing drinks and stopping for a short chat with his friends, he was pretty much always by Sadie’s side. And he didn’t mind that, he quite enjoyed her company and he didn’t regret his decision, not for a moment. Tho he did wish he was spending the night with his friends too, he knew someone would probably throw a party after so he didn’t think much about it. Right now being a good date was what was on his mind.
Until a slow song came on, at least. A moment he’s been secretly dreading. He let out a sight, but quickly turned to face the girl standing next to him, putting on a sweet smile. He wasn’t a bad dancer, no, he just never found joy in it and never wanted to dance to such songs but this was prom. He almost had to do it. Everything to make his date happy… and maybe someone else too.

“Dance?” He asked as the smile on his face became more playful, his brow slightly raising. And as she placed her hand in his, he lead her to the dance floor where people were slowly starting to gather and ever so lightly placed his hand on her waist. That’s how he was the whole time they were dancing - he was gentle. But his mind was somewhere else. He kept thinking about what he had to do, about what he planned for this night, what he wanted to do tonight. His mind going from one person to another.
“Wait here, I have to do something,” he soon blurted out, smile plastered on his lips as he turned around and walked away from her in the middle of their dance. Not giving her a chance to answer while he was still there. Yes. He just left her alone on the dance floor, while they were dancing only to get lost in the crowd and be out of her sight. Or to just walk around the venue before he spotted someone he was hoping to see sooner or later.

“Aline!” Aline. If he knew better, he wouldn’t approach her just yet and so suddenly but he did. She was probably mad at him, he knew that. He gave her false hope and never mentioned prom again, never explaining anything. “I think you promised me something,” he spoke up as he got closer to her, his eyes slowly roamed over her body before he stopped at her eyes, smiling softly. “You look stunning.”

Monday, 22nd March

Devastating. That’s how he would describe what happened. Sitting in the front seat of his mother’s car with his head resting against the window, not fully comprehending what was happening. Even if e was never close with Candice he was devastated by the news. More than that. But life goes on. That was what he liked to tell himself whenever something bad would happen. Life goes on and we can’t change anything. But she didn’t deserve this. No one at that age deserves something like that. He couldn’t stop thinking about people that were close to her, her friends, his friends. So many people that were sad about this. People he was going to see in a few minutes.

As they arrived, he left his mother and Elodie behind and slowly started walking towards the church with his hands in his pockets and head slightly tilted down. He didn’t know how to act in this situation, what to say to people. He didn’t like showing his emotions just like that even, when that was needed.
So without looking at anyone that was in his way, he got inside and a sat down somewhere in the middle, looking down at his hands.

@novella
@unsungcheerio

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CerealKiller · 5 November 2020 00:49

•20/3/2020 - Prom night•

Talking to ruby was nice. Punching Daniel’s stupid face was a lot nicer, but finding people he could get along with, without them instantly judging him and claiming he’s bad and trouble, was always something Andy appreciated.
But even that couldn’t keep his attention from being swept away as soon as one certain person walked into the room.

Tala Garzon.

The same girl that against all odds managed to steal the boy’s heart away in every possible way. The only one person he ever truly loved.

It has been months since he had seen her, too many months. Ever since she went away, when junior year ended. It was halfway through senior year, and after that, and after Juvie, all these months and miles in between still didn’t make his heart beat with any less intensity than it has before.

A while passed, after all this time they definitely needed to talk. Finding an empty room they both went in so they could talk without people seeing or making any assumptions whatsoever.
After all, everything that happened was still a secret to most people out there.

Looking at her, the only thing he wanted to do was kiss her, he had wanted to for so long but couldn’t, and even though he knew he shouldn’t, he just had to. And the taste and feeling lingered on him for a long time afterwards.

•22/3/2020 - funeral day•

The past few days weren’t ideal for Andy, as he woke up Sunday morning he found out a girl from his class, Candice, died. which was terrible even though he didn’t know her.
But it just got swallowed in the pain and anger Andy felt regardless.
Never in his life he wished he never had social media, so he wouldn’t have to see them together.
Tala and Daniel, the person he loved the most and the person he hated more than anything, together.
Every time he thought of it, he remembered the kiss they shared at the night of the party. When it happened, it made him purely happy, when he was gone, there was nothing he missed more than the way he felt when he was with her, even though he knew he had to move on, he just couldn’t. But now? Now when he thinks about it, all it does is makes him feel deep utter pain, heartbreak, anger… all together in a bundle of mess that was Andy.

School wasn’t going to happen either way, there was a funeral. But Andy was in no mood to go to a funeral.
So he texted Mikel, the knew Mikel would be the right person to call when he felt like that, angry and broken. All he wanted was to punch a goddamn wall. Correction, he wanted to punch Daniel, which he already did, but now he had a whole new reason.

Are you going to the funeral or can we get drunk and break sh!t?

@Madilfill Mikel
@Ouijaloveletters Ruby mentioned
@Nil Tala mentioned
@benitz786 Daniel and Candice mentioned

I can’t anymore my brain is dead-

Littlefeets · 5 November 2020 04:42

Maverick Weston

A few words, simple words really, hurt Maverick more than anything else had in a very long time. One name now brought a feeling similar to what he had felt only once before in his life. The crushing feeling that comes with the news of the death of a person you care about. Just as much as he hurt hearing that Candice Clarke was dead, it also hurt knowing that his sisters had lost another person they looked up to.

Candice died on her birthday, prom night. A night which the entirety of was a blur for Maverick. He vaguely recalled his conversation with Daniel at prom, but beyond that was unclear except for one thing. Kissing Dominic Lucier. On a night he had wanted to be with her, he was drunkenly kissing her ex-boyfriend, while she was dying. He couldn’t ignore the thought that it felt like a betrayal, even if he hardly understood why he did it, or that if he had tried to talk to her again maybe things could have gone differently. To put it simply, Maverick was not taking the news of Candice’s death very well.

The entire Weston household wasn’t doing well. Macy and Maya were devastated hearing about Candice, and their father was struggling to console his daughters, let alone try to see what was going on with his son. Maverick arrived at the funeral, choosing not to stick around his father and sisters. The last time he had been to a funeral, he was only twelve years old, and his sisters were barely eight. Staying near his sisters made it harder, making those memories fresh again, when it was already difficult to be there in the first place. Maverick walked in and sat down somewhere that was available, not paying attention to who was next to him. If anyone payed any attention to Maverick, they would be able to tell he wasn’t sober at all.

@benitz786 - Jordan

@Caticorn - Dom mentioned

novella · 5 November 2020 19:57

Delilah Rose Hawthorne

20th March 2020

When the night ended, Delilah headed home to spend the rest of the weekend recovering from the Prom, though she would deny it, the loss of Prom Queen had taken a toll on her. It was the biggest chance of winning everyone’s praise and attention, and a guarantee spot on Blue Royalty forever. But she wouldn’t let that publicly bother her, Delilah had confidence that she would be able to get on that list without the help from being Prom Queen.

21th March 2020

The morning started with Delilah’s eyes on the glaring phone screen, scrolling through her own Instagram page to check on her insights. Just as she liked to see, her follower count was steadily increasing. Her eyes jolted to the top of the screen where a notification came in. And then another. And then suddenly Delilah’s phone was completely blowing up with strangers, through the blur of rapidly moving notifications, Delilah could see repeating words ‘news’, ‘Channel 2’, ‘OMG’ followed by a wide range of different sad face emojis.

As much as she wanted to ignore the messages, curiosity got the better of her. Delilah put her phone down and stood to pick up the remote to the flat-screen TV in her room, her hands fumbling to change the channels, to one that she hadn’t ever watched before.

What filled the screen made Delilah lose the strength to stand, falling back to sit on her bed. Delilah’s eyebrows slowly raised when the face of the deceased was shown again, as if it was telling specifically her that what she was seeing was real. She abruptly turned off the TV, cutting off the newsreporter as Delilah couldn’t hear the further details. Candice Clarke was dead, there was nothing more to know.

22nd March 2020

The day dedicated to planning Candice’s funeral made Delilah realise how much the news had not sunk in the day before, as getting ready had made her feel like she was finding out for the first time again. Being a relative of Candice, Delilah knew that she was going to be in the public eye a lot more than what she would have liked. She didn’t expect it to, but the thought of that made her feel under pressure to be looking and feeling a certain way - despite not knowing, herself, how she felt.

Delilah stepped out of the car, past the door that had been opened for her, and into the venue, where heads turned in her direction to get a look at Candice’s sole rival, and unknown relative. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, resetting her mind. After that moment, Delilah adopted her usual strut, making it almost impossible to depict what she could be thinking.

Suddenly her pace slowed when Delilah saw Lily-Ann Collins, whom she had not seen nor spoken too in years. She took a moment to scan her brain for how to approach any sort of conversation with her, but that was put to a halt when Daniel Parker appeared, which brought a small smile to her face.

"Half-sister,"Delilah simply corrected, her smile fading and arms crossing.

@benitz786 — Daniel Parker

angelic · 5 November 2020 20:43

Mareena Stokes

The Day After Prom

Mare awoke to texts on her phone and the news on. She turned up the volume as she raked her hands through her hair. Her eyes went wide as she saw a car crash plastered on the screen. She looked down at her texts, a funeral for Candice Clarke. She gulped looking back up at the television. Regret filled her body as she remembered back when they were friends. Young and Happy. They have known each other since forever, only a little bit ago did they stop. She let tears drop before thinking of her brother and quickly wiping them off. Elias and her were close. He doesn’t need anymore of this. She slowly got up and knocked on his door,”Hey?” She spoke peaking her head inside. Her brothers eyes red. She bit the inside of her lip as she entered. She was upset seeing him this way and even sad herself. Mare hugged him, telling him that she was so sorry and just comforting him.

The Day Of The Funeral

It was the day of the Funeral. Mare sighed, putting on a black turtle neck with a black skirt and put her hair half up and half down. This is gonna be a hard day for everyone, mostly everyone. She stared at the shot in her hand before taking it. She needs to calm down for today. Mare took a deep breath. Then going upstairs and making the two of them breakfast. It’s even worse when their parents left yesterday again. She helped Elias with his tie before driving to the funeral. They parked their car on the side street and walked inside together. It was a nice day to celebrate a perfect girl. Mare walked in, surveying her surroundings. People were mourning, giving their condolences, and visiting others. So many upset people, she couldn’t handle it. Her friends deeply hurt. She collected herself, calming her tears that had just so happened. Mare and her were so called enemies and here she was mourning and filled to the brim with regret. Imagine the people close to her. How much they hurt. She drew in a quick breath before sitting down by herself. She spotted a few friends, but the place was packed so she couldn’t see much of anyone else.

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Madilfill · 5 November 2020 21:30

-Morning after prom-
Mikel couldn’t even remember most of what happened last night and he was okay with that, in all honesty he wished he didn’t remember. He wished he had drank enough that he blacked out the entirety of the night. He wished he would’ve taken enough stimulants to still be running through his system when he woke up and didn’t feel numb. His head pounded worse than he had ever remembered. It didn’t help he was sleeping in his closet on a pile of shoes. He didn’t remember going in there last night but it was something he had done in the past when he wanted to get away because it was a private space and felt safe to him. He moved onto his hands and knees as he pulled himself out of the closet, the door swinging open and hitting his dresser.

When he got to his bed he pulled himself up and saw his shattered phone sitting on the bed but the last time Mikel remembered seeing it, it was in the living room and he was lost as to how it got up here. Mikey grabbed it and squinted his eyes not only to see around the cracks but also because the light of it hurt his eyes. He had a few messages but the one that really stuck out to him was the one about Candice. He wasn’t very close to her but he had kissed her once and that was about the extent of his relationship with her. He did know Jezebel was close with her. He locked the screen and looked at the screen saver for a few seconds and let out a low sigh from his lips. His mouth was dry and his lips almost felt swollen. He dropped the phone and walked out of his room to make his way to the kitchen. The house was a disaster but he knew he had a good three days before his parents would arrive home. Virginia was already at the house with the usual team to fix Mikel’s mess. Virginia gave him a special look when he walked into the kitchen where she was. She glanced up over the iPad with her eyes at him. “I promise this isn’t like the last time.” He said to her because he knew she was probably already very worried about him after the last time she found the house like this and him upstairs.

-Monday-
Mikel had been on a bender since prom, constantly using some sort of substance to ease his heart. He didn’t know what else to do, well he did, he just didn’t want to. What was the fun in that? He knew the funeral was today but he wasn’t going. He decided that awhile ago. He didn’t want to go to a funeral of someone he didn’t really know but he also didn’t want to see certain people. He woke up this morning on one of the lounge chairs out by the pool. He wore all black so the morning sun warmed him up quickly. He pulled the hood over his head as he tried to fall back asleep but his phone went off.
Are you going to the funeral or can we get drunk and break sh!t? Mikel read the message and chuckled to himself as he also sat up.

No funeral. Drunk and break stuff? Down.

While he was on his phone he decided to do something kind.

I know we are whatever right now but if you need to talk to someone today I am here. XO

He sent the message to Jezebel, breathing in a sharp breath as he clicked the send button. He felt anxious and stuck the phone in his pocket quickly as he stood up, wobbling a bit and still feeling a bit drunk.

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benitz786 · 5 November 2020 22:12

Jordan sat still, unmoving as he stared at the closed casket in the front of the room - barely paying attention to the movements around him. Everything was a blur as his mind filtered through all the memories he had of Candice. He recalled the first time they met, the image of a little Candice Clarke, no older than 5-years-old, giving Jordan a hug when he scraped his knee at recess.The moment at her birthday party when she was 9, opening up presents and genuinely thanking everyone for their gifts, and despite Jordan only having enough money to get the girl her favorite candy, she had whispered in his ear that it was her favorite gift. She was a girl who truly knew how to light up a room and Jordan Williams couldn’t fathom that she had died… not on her birthday. What cruel fate the world had decided to serve her. Perhaps it was the fact that everything felt as if it was being stacked on top of something else. Jordan having to deal with his own father’s funeral… well… murder and then the funeral. Jordan losing Jezebel. Then, Jordan losing someone he considered a little sister.

Stuck in his never-ending thoughts, his eyes still focused on the brown casket, Jordan felt someone sit next to him. Though difficult… almost impossible, he forced his eyes away from a girl he missed dearly to meet the person next to him. A man he hadn’t seen for a while: Maverick Weston. Though, as bad as Jordan likely looked - Maverick Weston looked worse. And not just because the man was sad, no, he was completely wasted and this wasn’t the first time in the last two days Jordan had seen the man this way. “Maverick,” Jordan mumbled, attempting to see if there was any coherency left in the man. “You’re wasted,” Jordan continued more as a statement than a question, a sigh of disappointment leaving his lips as he said the words out loud for the first time. “How are you feeling?” Jordan sighed, looking at the man filled with worry at his old friend.

@Littlefeets

benitz786 · 5 November 2020 22:46

Daniel watched the girl, attempting to read her emotions, body movements, really… anything to distill what was going through that head of hers. If there was one person at Cerulean High that Daniel had a difficult time reading, it was Delilah Hawthorne. Everyone else had a tell, a simple thing that Daniel could focus on to figure out how they were feeling. Jessica switched the conversation onto a random topic when she was getting upset. Jezebel displayed all her emotions on her face. Mikel drank his feelings away. But Delilah? She was a mystery. She had perfected the art of hiding her emotions, similar to himself. Well… for the most part, at least. Daniel did have moments of uncontrolled emotions - his own confrontation with his ‘half-sister’ displaying that very fact months earlier.

“Half-sister,”

He raised his eyebrows, focusing on the slight drop in her smile. Ah Daniel thought. Though it didn’t tell him anything about how she was feeling, it did tell him enough to know that her distancing from Candice meant she was in a similar boat as him in how he felt about the funeral. Basically, it’s sad. But oh well. "Half-sister indeed, " Dan repeated moments after her, correcting himself. “Well, have you even talked to Mommy Collins?” Dan asked, leaning against the seats as he mimicked her crossing her hands. “We both know blue royalty notifications are seen by everyone, especially past blue royalty. Meaning… Lily knows that everyone knows you’re her daughter, though she still hasn’t said anything about it,” Daniel stated, though there wasn’t really a question in it. “You think she’ll say anything today?” he questioned, as he turned towards the woman standing at the front, tears coming down her eyes. Although Daniel couldn’t read Delilah, Lily was an easy read. Fake. He watched as she turned her head towards the man, meeting his eyes for a second before turning back to welcome the next guest. “Knowing Lily, she has more planned especially with the Channel 2 News giving her publicity.”

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@Littlefeets - Jezebel
@Madilfill - Mikel
@Me - Jessica

CerealKiller · 5 November 2020 22:57

As he texted Mikel he turned on the music on his phone as he went into the shower, he was in all these mixed feelings and wasn’t even close to knowing what the hell will make it stop.
As he came out he saw Mikel replied to him
’No funeral. Drunk and break stuff? Down.’

Andy definitely in a mood for a funeral, and he didn’t really have too much of a reason to go other than to support his friends. But he could do that from afar and he did try to text and check on people a bit.

 Ill be under your house in 5 get dressed

He replied to Mikel and threw some clothes at himself before leaving the house, headed out towards Mikey’s.

@Madilfill

Littlefeets · 6 November 2020 03:33

Maverick Weston

Maverick was wasted on prom night, but at Candice’s funeral, he was in just as bad, or possibly even a worse state than he had been that night. Maverick was sitting there in thought, well he was sitting there, vaguely thinking that he didn’t want to be there, but there was little actual thought beyond that. His dad was already ready to kill him for his behavior that weekend, but his father was too busy with Macy and Maya to try to deal with him. He sat back in the seat, and looked to the person beside him when he heard his name. Jordan Williams, who he hadn’t actually spoken to in quite some time. “Jordan. My sisters will be glad to see you.” Maverick spoke with a slight slurring to his words. Maverick just shrugged slightly when Jordan pointed out that Maverick was wasted. “So what? Its not like it matters.”
He sighed at Jordan’s question. “Being here sucks. I f***ing hate funerals…” Maverick mumbled.

@benitz786

benitz786 · 6 November 2020 05:39

The guy sitting in front of him was not the friend that Jordan had grown up with. Rather it was a shell of a man that wore Maverick Weston’s face. Jordan had seen this various times growing up. The drunken demeanor, the glazed eyes, the slurred words. This moment didn’t feel any different when Jordan was watching his father drink himself to death when he was 5.

“Jordan. My sisters will be glad to see you.”

A sigh met his lips as Jordan watched his friend stumbled over his words. “And I’ll be happy to see them too… but I’m not happy to see you… like this Maverick. What the hell man? This is Candice’s funeral. Do you think she’d be happy if she saw you like this?” Jordan questioned, attempting to get through any part of the Maverick that was still listening. Though his disappointment only grew as the man responded to his next statement - the best response he could give being "So what? It’s not like it matters?

“Maverick. It matters… It matters to me. Why are you wasted out of your god damn mind again? I saw you at prom too so you can’t just say you hate funerals. That’s not an excuse,” he whispered, attempting to make sure that the people around them didn’t notice the conversation they were having. This day was to honor Candice, and Maverick showing up drunk was only taking attention away from the matter at hand.

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