SAA/WNA/TB Misc Thread

[Kbail]

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Some dialogue is from the poem The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

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Some students of both schools were in theatre class practicing for a new play that would happen next week. The students who excelled in the class were casted in the play with students from the opposite school. They were practicing in West Nottingham’s theatre building since it was bigger. The students who weren’t in a scene watching while sitting in the chairs. Some of the students were really new so they didn’t get a part in the play yet.

Luke was casted as the lead male actor and Blaire was casted as the lead female actress. They were both love interests in the play. Luke wasn’t sure if it would be awkward for Wren to see him kiss Blaire on stage but he figured it wouldn’t be a big deal since she knows they are acting.

He was holding the script in his hands while the teacher told them to recite their lines for the last scene.

“Other friends have flown before—On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Blaire said, with a strain on her face. She rested the back of her hand on her forehead.

Now it was Luke’s turn again. He put on a deep frown and made his voice deeper. “Wretch. thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee. Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

“Nevermore.” Blaire spoke back.

Luke looked up with dramatic intensity and kneeled down. “Nevermore? Oh, You must depart from me Lenore.” He raised his hand up to her and she walked up to him and lifted him up by his shoulders. “Nevermore.” Then she pressed her lips onto his. They both kissed, sealing the last scene of the play.

“AND SCENE!” The teacher yelled out. His wild ginger hair made it even more jarring. Luke jumped up a little. The other students clapped. The scene was over and now Luke left the theatre and waited for Wren. He wanted to go to lunch and tell her all about the play.

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@ChayChay05 - Wren Mentioned

@LunaticLeviTheSecond - What Blaire was doing the week she got shot

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Axl Rose

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Axl wouldn’t mind hooking up with her in one of the bathrooms, but he tried not to mention it. Back home he was used to doing stuff like that at parties and sometimes at school so why not here?“I’m also new from the UK, you can probably tell by my British accent. The name’s Axl Rose. I release music under the name son of augustine. One of my songs went viral so you could have heard of me.” He shrugged and sat down next to her. He looked her up and down. She had a nice shape. “You’re pretty good at volleyball. Are you a cheerleader?” He took another sip of his water. “Asking because a lot of the girls on the team are cheerleaders. Someone even said it.”

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@Kate - Allie

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[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Booker was circling the rim of his glass as he listened to Elena talk. “If I am honest.. no, I don’t believe in true love. I do think people do love but not like true loves. I mean there is 8 billion people in the world and you only love one person? I highly doubt that.” With eyes glistening with surpressed tears, Booker silently and in a defeated tone asked her "Do you think Blaire loves that other guy? He tried to get into a more comfortable pose on the chair, but couldn’t find one that suited him. His focus on finding the right pose made him not focus on Elena’s answer at all. Of course, he only focused when hearing what he wanted to hear, and that was when she pointed out he still had some drink left in his glass.
“You don’t have to finish that if you don’t want? And if you do I think after this we should close out and pay then get you back to your room. We both should relax and sober up.” Booker nodded in disapproval. He didn’t want to stop drinking because when he’s more sober he has time to think about Blaire, and it’s those thoughts that brought him here in the first place. He doesn’t want to succept himself to the dread of those thoughts again. “No way. I’m finishing this, but I don’t want to sober up.I’m finally numb enough to not care, why would I want to get back to that miserable state of sobriety once again?” He stopped fidgeting on his chair to take the final sip of his drink. He put the glass to his lips and couldn’t even taste the alcohol anymore. He leaned back with the final swigg, and CRASH. He kept leaning with the drink on a backless high-chair until he ended up on the floor. The bartender turned to Elena and said “That’s it lady, I’m cutting him off. Get him a cab or something, and don’t forget his luggage.” It was the first time anybody between the three of them paid attention to a big suitcase next to Booker’s chair, and perhaps Elena hadn’t realized he just checked out of his hotel room and has no where to stay tonight. Just her luck, he fell asleep on the floor and was unresponsive. Well actually, he was almost unresponsive, until he looked at Elena and said “Valet!” to get her attention. He then proceeded to take out a set of key to his Harley Davidson and offer them to her. After she took them he turned his head like in a dramatically fast tv death and got knocked out cold again, unresponsive once more.

His Harley

@Kate - Elena

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Disclaimer: Not to be taken seriously
Arya was hoping to win student body president within the next two weeks. She figured that this debate would probably help get her some votes in whenever it was time to run. They were currently debating whether the stores Shein and Temu should be completely shut down or regulated more and how.

Arya had a few teammates and they all helped each other write down talking points. The main competitors from the opposite team were her boyfriend Austen and the new girl Serafina. Serafina stepped up to the podium in front of Arya and began saying that every clothing store had fast fashion so every store would have to be regulated. “That’s not true, these kinds of stores have been reported to have bad labor practices. They need to be shut down immediately to give an example to other stores. Stores like this can’t be regulated with such low prices and fast clothing creations!” Arya retorted.

“I just don’t think they should be shut down. I think they should just be more regulated. Plus, why should influencers stop their clothing hauls? That is how they make money. So that would be taking away influencers means of income which is also wrong.” Arya felt like pulling out her hair. How can someone be so stupid? The girl’s dumb blink made Arya so annoyed. “Who cares about that! What matters is the workers lives, not what new crop - top some girl is getting!”

Arya won the debate and she was congratulated by her teammates as well as her boyfriend Austen. She went to go get lunch with the new girl Kyle, Blaire, Jonas and Austen. They were all eating burger and fries.

“I honestly don’t know what she was thinking with that argument. Good job Arya!” Jonas said.

“Yeah, I don’t know what she was thinking but at least she apologized. She’s probably a nice person and not a complete bimbo.”

“She apologized? Wow.”

They continued talking and eating and then they were off to literature club. The only one who didn’t go to literature club was her boyfriend Austen and they parted ways.

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The End

[Kate]

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After Elena said she did not believe in true love she saw that he was supressing tears, which she did not mean to make him more upset than he already is but she was also being honest at the same time. Booker then asked her if she believed Blaire loves the other guy. “Booker she does not love that other guy, she loves you. I know because she invited you to the huge Lockhart family party, to meet her parents, along with the rest of the family. If she did not love or care about you she would have never done that. Not only meeting someone’s parents but a whole big family at once means something serious and that she wants you to be apart of the family. That guy that has a picture I never seen him, the party was all girls, no guys at all so I don’t know where she met him, but there was no guys at this party.”

She also noticed that Booker did not want to stop drinking and looked sad when she mentioned him sobering up. He was refusing to stop drinking because he did not want to be sober which she understood to an extent but she already knew he was going to have one nasty hangover tomorrow. As he finished his drink he ended up falling off the chair because he was so drink and the bar tender told her that they are cutting him off and to get hi a cab or something and not to forget his luggage. Elena nodded her head in understanding and pai the bartender and even gave them a much bigger tip than needed sice they had to see this. As she got up o figure out how to get his luggage and him she saw him fall asleep and she just sighed and groaned, how is she going to carry again to the valet or whatever to get him home, she can’t pick him up and dragging him sounds painful for him. He then took out a pair of keys and she took them and saw Harley Davidson on it which meant he had a motorcycle. “Please don’t be a one seater.” She said to herself. Then she saw he went unconscious again.

Luckily some patrons were nice enough and helped her, they brought his luggage and she and a few other people carried him out and ended up going to the truck and they the motorcycle. Now she had to figure out how to get this guy’s luggage on his motorcycle and him. Since he is out cold she knew he could not drive. So she figured she would just drive him so she walked over and put his motorbike in the bed of the truck and strapped it somehow, she was honestly not sure how she did but she did. Once she had it strapped really tight to make sure it would not fall out she walked over to Booker and then the people helped her and they all put him in the backseat of her car. Once he was in there ad she seatbelted herself she started her car up and started to drive to SAA. She also played some music as well.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Booker

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She finally had all the sweat off of her and she clentched her thirst so she got her bag and started to put the bottle on the side where she had a place for water bottles and then she put her towel in her bag. As she was doing that he said he was new and from the UK and she probably heard from his accent. He then introduced himself as Axl and that he released soe viral usic under a different name and that she could have heard of him. “hmm that name does not ring a bell to me, but maybe I heard it before just not realizing who sang it. Also, yes I could tell you were from the UK, you have an accent that no one can miss.” She smiled at him. He also asked her if she was a cheerleader since a lot of the girls on the team were.

She nodded her head yes. “Yeah I am a cheerleader. How do you think I got some good shots in and plays in? I am pretty flexible on and off the court. I love it just like I am sure you love music, and your football and volleyball.” She wondered if he was doing anything after this since they seemed to be talking, she wouldn’t mind keeping up the conversation. “Say what are you doing right now?”

@Kbail - Axl

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Cane Stonewell’s POV

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It was Cane Stonewell’s first day in music class. He had to introduce himself. New introductions at school were always awkward for him. It was just awkward to talk about himself in general. “Uh…My name’s Cane Stonewell. I love music, specifically alternative and rock music. I release music under the name Aphex Twin and my favorite instrument is the guitar.” He looked around at the unfamiliar faces. The only one he knew was Austen since he followed him on Instagram. He got some oooh and ahhh reactions from some of the students. Then the teacher said that he could use his oldest guitar since he is well - versed in music. Cane picked up the rusty guitar from the corner of the room. It had some dust on it and some scratches. Cane sat down and put it on his lap.

While the teacher was talking, two boys scooted closer to him and started asking him questions. They introduced themselves as Cade and Noah. “How did you know that you wanted to be a rock star?” Cade asked.

“Well,I wouldn’t say rock star but both of my parents are rock stars - well they used to be - that’s why I wanted to get started in music.”

Cane didn’t really like being asked so many questions but at the same time it wasn’t a big deal. He just went along with it. He figured they probably thought he was cool or something. After music class he started hanging out with Cade and Noah. Then he met Jonas through them. Apparently he had a band called Sharons Doves.

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Two days later in music class he met more new students. Now he didn’t feel as alone anymore. All four of them were named Naome, Mimi, Benji and Axl. They all introduced themselves.

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Naome’s POV

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Naome was in music class dancing and playing the drums with her friend Benji who she knew from Japan. His sister Mimi was also in the class. She kept looking at Hyun - Jae from across the room. She knew that he had some enemy tension with Benji even though Benji hadn’t confronted him yet. She had to admit that he was really cute. Naome had her own issues to deal with. She wanted to talk to Kuri again after years of them being estranged. The music class was fun and everyone seemed to break out of their shells.

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The End

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@Tiina - Colby’s brother Cane Mentioned

@ChayChay05 - Kuri Mentioned

@SotaForgotten - Naome likes Hyun - Jae

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Cane & Kyle

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Cane Stonewell was writing some notes down about the new book they were assigned to read in the literature club called The Housemaid, and they had to compare whether the movie or the book was better and what the themes of abuse could represent and interpret it. Cane loved writing poetry and his own song lyrics, so it was natural that he would join the literature club upon enrolling in St Andrews. The literature club had their meetings at the rec - center library, which meant that students from West Nottingham were involved. He got to meet even more students now. It was a bit overwhelming since he is quiet and didn’t know what to say half the time. A lot of people look at him and think he’s supposed to be talkative because of his tattoos or family history.

Cane opened the book. Frieda McFadden. It was a nice looking cover. It had someone looking through the peephole of a door. He flipped through it and scanned the first page when someone sat down next to him.

“Well, this book looks interesting.” He turned his head and saw that it was a girl who looked pretty in a strange way. It sort of looked like she was missing eyebrows but he dated someone before who shaved their eyebrows, so he didn’t care. “I’m Kyle.”

“I’m Cane. Uh, It’s not really my cup of tea, but I’ll try it out.” He said, looking down at the book again.

“Why not? It looks suspenseful, sort of like a murder mystery. I bet it has a twist at the end too.” She giggled and leaned forward to grab the book. There was something endearing about seeing a quiet guy sitting alone in a group, especially when he was that cute. He reminded her of herself. She turned the book and showed it to him. “Didn’t you read the back? That was what made me interested.” She looked at the back and quoted it. “Working here is my chance to start fresh. I can pretend to be whoever I like. But I’ll soon learn that the Winchesters’ secrets are far more dangerous than my own…” She looked at his with sparkles in her eyes. “See? How can that not grab you by the balls - metaphorically that is.”

Cane started laughing and just shook his head. The girl was cute and he liked her black nail polish. “I guess we’ll see then, won’t we?” He leaned forward, biting his lip, and took the book back from her.

The rest of the literature club meeting went well, and they were tasked to read up to page 20. Throughout the meeting he continued stealing glances at Kyle. It was just too bad she went to West Nottingham. Maybe this literature club would bring them closer.

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@Tiina Some lore about Colby’s brother Cane

@Kate - Kyle’s second love interest (other than Tucker)

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Sadie tilted her head, considering it. “Self-defense lessons actually… works,” she said slowly. “My mom would love that. She’s been convinced I’m going to get kidnapped since I was twelve.” A small smile slipped out. “And it explains why we’d spend time together outside of school without it sounding like some dramatic workplace scandal.” She nodded, decision made. “Okay. That’s our meet-cute.”

At his next questions, she laughed quietly and leaned back in the chair, thinking. “A song, yeah—we probably should,” she said. “How about one from the car? Wonderful Tonight?

Then she paused at his last question—what are you like?—and for a moment, she worried she was revealing her full hand. “Well,” she said carefully, choosing each word like she was arranging something fragile. She swiveled so she wasn’t necessarily looking at him as she spoke. “I’d say you’re steady. You don’t say much unless it matters. You’re good with the kids—” she added quickly, before it could sound like praise, “—they listen to you. And you know a lot of random things, but never in a show off-e way. It always… fits.” She shrugged, a little self-conscious now, her smile softer. “That’s probably enough for parents. Anything more and they’ll think I’m trying too hard.” She was too in her head to ask the same question over.

Then, like she needed to rebalance the moment, she added lightly, “As for favorites—we can keep it simple. I like purple—” a beat, “—lavender, technically. I listen to the same three bands on repeat. I hate energy drinks. So… what about you?”

She met his eyes again, more grounded now. “We don’t need to know everything,” she said. “Just enough to not trip over ourselves.” She said… maybe nervous that he knew her now. Nothing too deep… but more than one minute ago. But that then again, ten minutes ago she hadn’t know her ex was sprawled on her parents couch. So somehow, in the middle of all the pretending, Sadie felt herself settle—like maybe this was manageable after all.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Levi

[Tiina]

The Rollins Residence

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The moment the bedroom door closed upstairs, the house went very, very quiet.

The dad sighed first. Long. Deep. The kind of sigh that came from years of taxes, a teenage daughter, and now this. “Well,” he said finally, rubbing his forehead. “That’s… new.”

Mike shifted on the couch, clearly unsure where his hands were supposed to go now. “I—uh. I didn’t know she was bringing anyone.”

The mom hovered near the entryway, still holding a decorative pillow she had absolutely no reason to be holding. “She said she was bringing a friend,” she said quietly. “A friend. I assumed—” She stopped herself, lips pressing thin. “I assumed a woman. Or a former student. Or someone… smaller.”

The dad snorted. “That man was built like a linebacker.”

“And he had a beard,” the mom added, distressed. “And he called her ‘dear.’ Did you hear that?”

“I heard,” Mike said, rubbing humus hands up and down his jeans. He’d also heard her call him love which might have been worse. “I just—she didn’t tell me she was seeing anyone.”

The dad looked at him over his glasses. “Well, Mike,” he said slowly, “she didn’t tell us either.” Or in translation = ‘I thought you said you had a chance to get back with her, stupid.’ That did not help.

The mom’s face pinched. “And I wasn’t even that polite,” she whispered, horrified now. “I didn’t offer him coffee. Or his name. I don’t even know his name, Dave!” She looked at the dad like this was a moral failing. “What kind of host doesn’t ask a guest’s name?” If this was a soap opera she’d have collapsed by now.

“A host who just watched her daughter call a mystery man ‘love’ in the foyer,” the dad said dryly.

Mike swallowed. “Do you think—” he started, then stopped. “Do you think they’re… serious?”

The dad leaned back in his chair, considering. “I don’t know. But I know one thing.” Both of them looked at him. “If she brought him here,” he said, “and didn’t warn anyone? That wasn’t an accident.”

The mom groaned softly, covering her face. “Oh, I scared him away already, didn’t I?”

Upstairs, the floor creaked faintly. They all shut up and stared at each other in silence. Let a few seconds tick by.

In the Rollins residence, downstairs, three adults sat in the various new emotions, collectively realizing that whatever plan they thought they were part of… had just changed completely.

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Wanted to humanize a few characters

@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Lav mentioned

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Booker laid asleep in Elena’s car, feeling blisfully numb. No pothole, no music, no disturbance could awaken him, except for one. The protruding light violently being shine into his eyes stirred him awake. He was still half dreaming and didn’t know where or what he was, and he couldn’t make out the words. All he could find out came from all his senses scrambling together the little information they got together and coming to a conclusion. He figured they were in a car, that the driver was Elena, that they got stopped by a female police officer, and that Kate was blowing a breathalyzer. ‘We’re done for!’ Booker thought. He was soon proven wrong when the police officer started walking away. He came closer to the front seat, almost falling over in the process, and asking Elena “What? No ticket?” Although she might not have known he woke up, she must’ve noticed his breat that smelt like alcohol as he came closer to talk to her. When she confirmed they were fine and that she blew just under the limit, Booker sat back and gave her two thumbs up. “Good job, Elaine … El … ena … Ellen … Elena.” He struggled pronouncing her name. He fell asleep again, but this time, in a more comfortable position.

@Kate - Elena
ORP: I think the next scene could be Elena dragging him up to bed and undressing him for bed.

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Elena ended up getting pulled over as she was driving back to school and she pulled over. She was pulled over originally for the motorbike being inproperly buckled in the bed of her dad’s truck which the cop was nice enough and helped her. As she got back in obviously the officer asked her for her drivers license, registration, and insurance which she gave to the officer and she ran her stuf and it came back clean. The cop then asked if she was drinkig and Elena admitted to a little nd they breathalyzed her and she blew under the limit so the cop let them go. As she was about to drive away she heard a voice which she knew was Booker’s but it scared her. She held her chest a little like he gave her a heart attack, “God damn Booker, you just scared me to death, you were passed out. No ticket just a warning because even though the motorbike is in the bed of the truck I still had it tied incorrectly and that is why. But I blew under the legal limit so we are good. Now let’s get you back.” She sees Booker lean back and was out like a light again and she sighed. She put on some music but softly so it does not wake up sleepy drunk Booker.

Eventually she got to the school and parked the truck and ended up opening the doorfor Booker and he was still asleep and out of it. She ended up somehow getting him out and dragging him to his room. As she was outside his room she dug in his pockets and got the room key out which had his room number on it. She unlocked the door and dragged him in. As she closed the door she kept dragging him, and figured he would be comfier probably if he was out of his clothes and sleep in his boxers. She got him on te bed and started to undress him.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

When asked for their song, which Lav figured a lot of couples have ‘their song’, she responded with the most perfect option. “Wonderful Tonight? That’s perfect! And it’ll be wonderful for tonight.” He knew their music tastes were a bit different to each other, but the song Wonderful Tonight by Clapton kind of mixes both of those, it’s both classic 70s and something Sadie wouldn’t hate.

“Well, I’d say you’re steady. You don’t say much unless it matters. You’re good with the kids. They listen to you. And you know a lot of random things, but never in a show off-e way. It always … fits.” Whatever he expected her to say, it wasn’t this. Well, parts he did expect, like being good with kids and being quiet, but … Well he knows he’s not very social or loud, but it often bothered others how secretive or timid and he rarely sees people thinking of that as a positive. He also never considered himself particularly smart or knowledgeable, so when Sadie nonchalantly mentioned him knowing a lot of facts, it felt like an undeserved compliment to him, but a compliment nonetheless.

“That’s probably enough for parents. Anything more and they’ll think I’m trying too hard.” He gave her a smile and jokingly say “I think even what you said might be pushing it, and I’m the one being so nicely complimented by you.” He mentioned. He knew if he were asked the question about Sadie, he wouldn’t have to lie to make her seem great.

If he were asked, he’d say she was brave and resilient. She knew something of the bitterness of life and still remained with a genuine smile on her face. She also liked to help and didn’t take things for granted. He doesn’t know her enough yet, but he knew enough about her to know he’d like to be her friend. In fact, he considered her a friend since that night at her apartment a few days ago. He wouldn’t have come here so casually if it weren’t for that impromptu dinner that made him understand her personality a bit more.

After that, she seemed a bit embarrased. Lav felt as if she could read his mind and got embarrased by how he sees her. Maybe it was visible in his face, but thankfully, she decided to break the awkward silence and talk about further favorites.

“As for favorites … We can keep it simple. I like purple. Lavander, technically. I listen to the same three bands on repeat. I hate energy drinks. So … what about you?” Lav recorded all of that in his brain. ‘Got it. So, loves lavander, purple if you forget. She listens to Augustana, The Fray and The paper kites on repeat. I assume so, it’s the same 3 bands from a playlist that she put on during the drive. Anyways, it’s all accoustic guitar ballads so iif I forget the names of the band, I could use that as a descriptor. Hates energy drinks, to be honest, I hate them too, they’re poison.’ He thought about his own for a bit, mostly because he was struggling to remeber which bands were his favorite. He realized he didn’t have any and that he only liked the songs not usually the artists themselves. “My favorite color is some shade of green, prefferably light … Let’s go with matcha green, why not. My favorite drink is milk? I’d recommend it to anybody, good source of calcium. I don’t have a favorite band, but I think my favorite music all comes from the 70s and 80s. I have a favorite songs though, currently it’s ELO’s Mr. Blue Sky.”

“We don’t need to know everything, just enough to not trip over ourselves.” Lav nodded in agreement. He took a deep breath to steady himself for what’s about to happen, got up. He slowly walked over to her, holding her hand gently and slowly as he asked softly. “In that case, are you ready to face your parents?”

@Tiina - Sadie

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Although Booker was asleep for the whole drive and even slept through Elena painstackingly carrying him and dragging him to his room and even to his bed. In his drink influenced mind, he only closed his eyes a minute ago on the road and he wasn’t aware time passed when he finally opened them again. As he spoke, his mind didn’t comprehend that he was in another setting completely.

He spoke about the police officer stopping them as if it was seconds ago and Elena would know immediately what he was talking about. Not only would Elena not figure out that he was talking about that if he were to speak normally, but he also dropped some words and described things weirdly because although his sentences all made sense in his mind, they didn’t come out as intended. With that it was even harder for her to realize what he was talking about, at first.

He said “Elena … Thank you for dr - riding me. Thank god when she came you only blew down under so you could drive when she left. Thanks for letting me be dangerous, you know Blaire won’t let me.” He started to close his eyes and realized where he was. He then also realized that some time has passed and to make it clear he said “I was talking about you getting pulled over. Thanks for driving. I won’t forgive you for that.” He meant to say forget that, as in that he’ll be thankful, but considering his state, it’s doubtful he’ll remeber his own name in the morning, let alone what happened after the third or fourth drink.

Neither of them realized that Blaire was there to witness Elena taking off his pants and him saying all that. It was also unfortunate that she had left before Booker made it clear he was talking about being pulled over, and take out of context and coming from the lips of a drunk man, completely different than what it seemed.

What Booker meant to say was far longer, but he butchered the words. This is what he thought he had said. "Thank you for driving me home, but it was wrong to drive me while drunk. Thank god by the point we were stopped by the female police officer you only just blew below the limit and she bought that we started driving from the next town over. It seems you like putting yourself in danger, thank you for letting me be in danger and adventurous a little bit to know it’s taste because Blaire probably wouldn’t let me after she learned about my Li Fraumentis.

@Kate - Elena

@Kbail - Blaire mentioned

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The doll I thought I lost, I left it at the dance - Quannnic

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Featuring Fleur, Allie & Tatum @Kate
@SotaForgotten James Mentioned

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Fleur saw James hanging out with some chick who was new to West Nottingham. The girl also happened to be on the cheer squad. She should have known that their relationship was just a joke to him, but when she saw Scottie go up to them as well, all her fears of being replaceable came back. What was so much better? What was so much prettier about her? What did she have that she didn’t? Fleur didn’t want to see it anymore. She felt like throwing up and leaned over the trash can. She left the alleyway and did what she did best. Distract herself. Club Vortex was just a walk away. It was the club that she worked and stripped at while lying about her age using a fake ID. Her parents didn’t even know she was doing this and she wanted to keep it that way. After all, she didn’t want to be seen as more of a failure than she already was.

Fleur made sure that they couldn’t see her as she walked under the streetlights. It was pretty dark and cold. Her nose was red from crying and she kept rubbing it but it only made it worse. It only made her more miserable. She opened the door after showing the bouncer her ID. He knew that she was a regular. As she walked in the door, the strobe lights beamed in her eyes. The club was partly organized and partly run down in certain areas and they didn’t really care who came in or went for the most part.

She could already smell weed and could hear the sound of people laughing all around her. As she walked through the hallways, the pink strobe lights illuminated everything around like a smoke bomb. Some of the girls talking in front of her looked at her up and down. She continued walking and took off her leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor as if it never existed. Now she was left with just her black tank top that showed the Phoenix tattoo she just got on her back two days ago.

She stopped in front of a guy standing against the wall who regularly supplied her drugs and he gave her some ecstasy and a bottle of alcohol.

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Fleur started dancing in the middle of the crowd, grinding on whoever was nearby and kissing some people. She continued drinking and it was causing her vision to slightly blur but the ecstasy kept her energetic. Then a girl started dancing in front of her. Fleur grabbed on to her hips and moved in rhythm with her body. Then she grabbed her head. She noticed that the girl had beautiful eyes, especially under the strobe lights. She pressed her lips onto hers and made out with her. Then a guy behind her started dancing behind her, and grabbed onto her hips. Fleur moved her body against his and wrapped her arm behind his neck so that she was sandwiched between them as she made out with him.

All three of them ended up going to one of the private rooms in the club that was usually reserved for lap dances. Fleur locked the door behind them ans started kissing the guy first, then she kissed the girl until all of their clothes were strewn out on the floor.

In the morning, Fleur woke up with her head throbbing intensely. She looked and saw that she was laying on a cot next to two people and she was half - way on the floor. That was definitely the most wild night of her life. She ended up talking to the two people she slept with and both of them went the schools nearby.

Fleur was internally freaking out, realizing that she didn’t use protection or birth control. She knew that she had to take a pregnancy test soon.

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The End

[Kbail]

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After The Hotel Parties

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Fleur walked up to her parents house. They stayed only a few blocks from West Nottingham. She stood in the driveway and looked up at her parent’s picture perfect home, when they were anything but. Still, Fleur was there to grovel at their feet and beg for forgiveness. Forgiveness for being a bad daughter.

Fleur knocked on the door and her mom answered right away. “Mom?” Before Fleur could say anything else her mom Latrisse pulled her in for a tight hug and stroked her hair like she always did. “It is okay sweetheart, come in.”

They sat on the white living room couch while Fleur cried. She leaned on her lap while Latrisse held her closely. Latrisse was wearing a white dress and her hair was pinned up into a bun like usual. Fleur noticed that nothing seemed to have changed. It was like her parents were stuck in time yet it was comforting - an anchor to her calm self. Like a time capsule.

Her father Evan walked into the living room from wherever he came from. He looked a bit disheveled but was wearing a black suit per usual. “Oh, Fleur. What are you doing here?” His question made Fleur fall apart again, as if she had been gone for centuries because that is what it felt like.

“Evan.” Latrisse looked up at him, as if to say please don’t say anything before I do. “- Fleur, we know that you were at that club. The blog from your school just came out with that gossip headline. You are NOT going to be doing what you have been doing anymore. We are NOT going to have it.” Latrisse said, stroking her hair more firmly. She sniffed as tears started forming in her eyes.

Fleur’s heart dropped. She moved herself away from her arms and looked up at her. “How did you? - but.” Fleur felt so embarrassed. Like a naked, broken bird. In the back of her mind, she figured that her parents could possibly know she was stripping at the club but it was a silent knowledge so that they could protect their shame and image. Now everything was out on the table.

“I regret doing it. I don’t know why I did.”

“That club is also going to be investigated for not checking the ages of their… their strippers…” She cleared her throat at the last word and looked up at Evan, as if to scream help

Before Evan could say anything Fleur interrupted. "But neither of you are perfect. My Aunt Claudia also strips and she is fine. She -"

“WE DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT FLEUR!” He slammed down the glass he was holding in his hand onto the glass table. It was most likely whisky as usual, Fleur noticed. He walked over to her and pointed his finger. “Okay? We don’t want to hear it. Fleur, we let you do whatever you wanted but now it’s time for you listen to us. You are ruining your life and being reckless.” His voice shook from tears. “You are going to end up dead if you keep at this. And what about our image? Don’t you care about your parents images?”

Your scams, Fleur thought to herself but she kept her mouth shut.

“- And your Aunt Claudia has nothing to do with this. She has her own life however misguided it is.”

“I’m pregnant.”

Evan stopped talking and he just stared at her. Latrisse let out an audible gasp.

“What do you mean you’re pregnant? Fleur WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”

“I might be pregnant, I just haven’t gotten the test yet, I -”

“Jesus Fuck.” Evan walked around, clearly in stress.

"It was after I went to the club that night. It’s the same club they are talking about in the blogs!"Fleurs voice was frantic as she began crying. She wanted them to understand. She wasn’t dirty, she was still their little girl.

Latrisse got up and walked to the kitchen. “Fleur, I want you to go to your room and think about what you’ve done. Really THINK, because there will probably not be a next time. You will probably end up in a ditch somewhere with no chance for us to say much anything.”

Fleur ran off to her room. She ran upstairs and then shut the door. She started crying even more. She ran to her bed and jumped on it. She laid on her stomach and cried into her pillow. She wondered how she could ruin her life this bad. What was wrong with her? Right in the middle of her misery, she heard her phone ring on the dresser.

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To Be Continued

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@SotaForgotten - Fleur pregnancy lore

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[SotaForgotten]

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It had been a week after the party since Jamie’s last saw Fleur. He was sure it was just their schedule not lining up.

He sat behind his desk, a number 2 pencil in hand as he boredly tapped the eraser part against the desktop. “. . .”

The sunrays seeped through the window and laid across his desktop. Leaving little warm spots as the rays slowly moved on to the next spot on his desk. He let out a sigh while he turned his head towards the window. Not really looking out the window but more at his reflection. His mind racing with possible ideas to get Fleur’s attention, yet nothing sounded like things she’d like. “I could send her some new perfume… or maybe a puppy? Girls like puppies… No. I don’t think the school would allow pets to stay in the dorms… Maybe a game? Does she even play games? Ugh… Maybe flowers? But that would require me knowing where to find her… OH!”

He pulled out his phone and open up social media to make a post. Knowing that where ever Fleur was at, that she would see his post. It was only a matter of time. He would just have to wait.

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Fleur - @Kbail

[Kbail]

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Fleur picked up her phone from the dresser and saw that it was her Aunt Claudia. She was going to answer it but then she saw a notification from twitter. It was from James. She looked at the post and started tearing up.

I promise to love you, for every moment of forever, and when everything else crumbles, I will never.

Fleur started crying again. She wondered if James saw the blog post about her.

Fleur’s inner monologue:

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…What if he saw the blog post but still cares about me? No, that can’t be true. He has to be clueless about everything. About who I really am. I just want to avoid him for now…

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Her Aunt Claudia called her again and this time she answered. “Hello?”

“Fleur, I heard about everything that happened. Are you okay?”

Fleur always felt like she could talk to her Aunt Claudia about anything. She was more like a friend, especially when her parents didn’t understand her. “I’m not okay. I cheated on my boyfriend just because I thought he liked a girl more than me. Now I’m pregnant.”

She started crying again.

“Oh sweetie. It’s going to be okay. You know, I had a pregnancy scare when I was younger too but I managed to get through it. I decided not to keep the baby in the end. That depends on what you want to do in a situation like this.”

Fleur paused at the end of the line.

“Fleur, honey, you have your whole life ahead of you. You’re young. You don’t have to keep the baby if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know what I want to do. I haven’t even taken the test yet (Sniffs)”

“Well when you take the test, and find out you are pregnant, you can always talk to me and I will listen.”

Fleur nodded her head. Then she thought about James again. “I have to go Claudia.”

“Okay, and please if you need anything I’m always here.”

Fleur hung up the phone and decided to text James. She kept blocking him and unblocking him throughout the week but now she was ready to face him.

James, can you meet me at my parents house? It’s (address)

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@SotaForgotten - James

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[Kbail]

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Last Year

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Emma walked toward her mom and dad’s house with Darlene Sylvester by her side. She sort of disliked Darlene even though she wanted to give her a chance. She just seemed a bit nosy and as if she wanted her mom Natalie to be her actual mom. Emma was glad that Darlene was going to Lakeview High instead of St Andrews, because it would be even more annoying otherwise. Still, Emma wanted to give her another chance and hadn’t confronted her about it… yet

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Emma’s inner monologue:

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I guess we will just go up to my room since she wants to see my vintage collections, although I’m not sure if she will even appreciate them or only cares because she is materialistic.

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Emma went upstairs first. She was wearing her usual cheerleading uniform and so was Darlene. Darlene would often compare her Lakeview High cheerleading uniform to Emma’s and it was pretty annoying.

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“I love Audrey Hepburn and own a lot of her movies. Well, almost all of them.” She ran her fingers over the movie collection on the large shelf. Then she grabbed her vinyl collections and they both sat in front of the window where Emma’s bigger record player was on her desk.“I have so many vintage music artists here. I don’t even think I can name them all.” She said with a laugh.

“Wow, that’s pretty cool. I think you have a few scratches on your record disks though - And some of the vinyl covers look worn out.” She grabbed one of the records from Emma and looked at it closer.

Emma was pissed.

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Emma’s inner monologue:

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She barely even cared about Vinyls before I showed her mines, yet she thinks she can tell me that they’re worn out? How dare she!

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Emma grabbed her Goo Goo Dolls Vinyl back and folded her arms.

You know what? Maybe you should just leave."

Darlene gasped. “What did I do?”

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Darlene’s inner monologue:

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She’s such a control freak, what did I do now?

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“You are always making subtle digs at me and acting as if you know more.”

“I so do not! Name one time I did that.”

“Yes you do, and I just don’t want you here right now.” She wanted to put her foot down"Besides, I think the only person you care about is my mother who coddles you."

"Excuse me? Is that what this is about?You’re just upset because of how close I am to her?

“No, I’m upset at how spoiled and entitled you are. There’s a difference.”

There was a part of Emma that didn’t like the rumors that came out about her mom Natalie liking Darlene’s dad when she was just talking to him innocently.

Darlene was really hurt because Emma’s mom Natalie was the only stable mom figure she had in her life.

“You know what? I don’t want to deal with a pretentious prick who thinks she has everything but really doesn’t. Also, maybe you should moisturize your hair more. It looks dry.”

She grabbed her bag from the chair and stomped out of the room. Emma was just glad that she was finally gone. Emma walked downstairs with her arms folded and saw her mom coming back from work right as Natalie was leaving.

“What happened?” Emma shrugged.

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During the rest of the week, drama continued to happen.

A scandal sort came out where Darlene’s mom Angela started flirting with Emma’s dad. When Emma’s mom confronted her, she made the excuse that it was because she felt that Darlene’s dad Jameson liked the Emma’s mom, even though she shouldn’t care since they weren’t together. Both of the moms ended up not talking for a while and that was the last time the Jane Family interacted with the Sylvester’s.

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The End

[Kbail]

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Last Year

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Sylvia stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the blue waves as they slowly moved across the french coast. The wind blew her blonde hair wildly as she continued to stand deep in her thoughts, thinking about a decision she wanted to make.

Her mind wandered to her cousin Elisé who’s life tragically ended and finally, her sister Cecilia. Ever since Elise died, Sylvia noticed how everything changed. She noticed how Cecilia changed too. It was a change that she didn’t know how to approach. She tried to focus on her love for animals, getting good grades and being level - headed and mature. Deep down however, she felt lost. It became even more apparent when their parents Claudia and Étienne sent her all the way to Maryland so that she could study - to be away from the memories of Elisé and how their lives changed.

Sylvia made up her mind. She ran up the cliff to her parents mansion and opened the backdoor. She saw both of her parents sitting at the kitchen table. Her mom Claudia was on the phone and typing on the computer at the same time. Her father Étienne was writing down notes and looking at his computer.

Sylvia grabbed a croissant from the pastry bowl on the counter and bit into it. Then she walked up to her parents and said.“I want to go to St Andrews where Cecilia is.”

Both of them stopped what they were doing and looked up at her. “I’ll call you back later.” Claudia said, then she hung up the phone. Étienne closed his computer.

“Is this something that you really want to do? Or is it just on a whim?”

“I want to. I don’t think I can be here without helping Cecilia. I want her to know the accident wasn’t her fault.” Claudia visibly grimaced.

“Do you really want to leave France and go all the way to Maryland, V? We only did this for Cecilia because of the…special circumstances.”

“This is the only way I can be closer to her!” Her eyes darted between them. “Please?”

They both looked at each other. “Okay. We will book a flight for you tomorrow.” Sylvia smiled and ran to her room.

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@ChayChay05 - Cecilia Mentioned

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[Kbail]

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A week after the shooting

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Blaire woke up with a gasp. She was facing a ceiling that wasn’t the hospital. She struggled to sit up and felt like there was a brick sitting underneath her ribs. It was a bit hard to breathe. She managed to sit on the side of the bed. Her fingers trailed down her long shirt and she slightly lifted it up. She felt the stitches across her side where she got shot. Then she remembered that she got discharged from the hospital and was supposed to finish healing in the Lockhart mansion now. At this realization, Blaire started crying again. Flashbacks of the shooting filled her mind. The last person she talked to was her cousin Elena, who she accused of sleeping with Booker. Blaire regretted all of it. Why did that have to be her last conversation?

As she looked around the room, she realized how alone she was. Then a nurse opened the door and wheeled in a plate that had a sandwich and juice on the side.

“Oh! You’re awake my darling! Here eat. It’s supposed to get your strength back up.” The nurse’s smile was warm, making the mole on her upper lip crinkle. Blaire nodded and the nurse left the room.

Blaire looked down at her clothes. She was wearing a white shirt and pants. It still felt like she was at the hospital wearing this. She got up and walked to the closet and decided to change into a long, dark pink dress. It was plain but she didn’t care about that right now. Blaire wondered if her parents called Booker yet but then she remembered that they weren’t even together anymore. Flashbacks of the night he blocked her because of a misunderstanding filled her mind. She walked to the the mirror and looked at herself. A single tear fell down her cheek.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond - (Booker can visit her if you want)

@Kate - Elena Mentioned

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