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Episode 1: The Anniversary
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• GM
• Olivia Valentines
• Selene Platt

• February 14.
  
  The actions of Michael Etchells had forever marked the date as a solemn day for the entire town of Blackhaven with the loss of eight lives and the hospitalization of many more. But the town had moved on and so did everyone else. The students had graduated with the pictures of those who had fallen to take the seats they would have occupied. The speech of the their valedictorian had contained a plea for their administration to be more open to those who have something wrong in their minds. What the valedictorian had said weighed heavily on everyone - and one spot in their graduation ceremony contained neither picture nor body.
  
  Olivia Valentines had disappeared mere days after the shooting happened. Everyone knew what Michael Etchells wanted - it was her, and her only. It was no secret that Olivia Valentines and Aurora Etchells had begun dating which triggered something within Michael. Many speculated that the heavy guilt that came along with the shooting weighed heavily upon her, which led to her escaping. No one could contact her after that and no one wanted to bother the Valentines family to ask them questions. Journalists were quickly pulled away from their general area by a certain group of students who felt just as hurt by the sudden disappearance of their friend. But it would do no one good to bother the elderly Valentines couple who also had to cope with this horrible event.
  
  As one would imagine, Michael Etchells had been let off easily. With his father being the mayor and his entire family being one of the most influential families in the entirety of Blackhaven whose influence went above and beyond, no one expected Michael to serve time for more than a few months. Of course, there are those who made a statement about it but with the Etchells family having sent Michael away, that issue had died down as well.
  
  Now, it was ten years later. Every Valentine's Day was spent with a small offering to those who have passed on that day, but it's been ten years. Understandably, the homage wasn't as big as it was on the first year. Especially when those who were affected had begun to graduate by the year until they had either moved out to move to college or to simply stay away from the horrible memories that they had with Blackhaven High.
  
  But now that a decade had passed, a group of students wished to pay homage in a bigger scale. It would also act as a pseudo-reunion for the batch. They've sent personal letters and emails to every student that they could reach.
  
  It is being held at the gymnasium.
  
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  Dear Ms. Olivia Valentines,
  
  I understand that you do not want to dredge up the memories of ten years ago, when you still lived and studied in Blackhaven. However, we would like to invite you to the homage that we are holding on February 14, in the gymnasium of Blackhaven High. To pay respects for those who have fallen.
  
  Your presence would be appreciated, but I know that it will be hard for you to face this. Please do not be pressured to come if you truly do not want to.
  
  But please, think about it.
  
  
  Yours truly,
  Wynona Gavin​
  
  
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  . D O V E
  
• Selene wished - oh she wished - that her old, closed wound would stop making itself known every month of February. Yet the mere memory of it seemed to open it and send phantom pains throughout her entire body. And then she was back at school, sitting down with her back on the wall and her hand clutching her side with Tiara muttering encouraging nonsense as the pain continued to pulsate through her entire body. The voices started to get harder and harder to differentiate, harder and harder to hear and it was so hard to stay awake like Tiara was telling her and-
  
  She was facing the ground, all four limbs keeping her body and face from connecting with the floor. She was taking heavy and labored breaths as her mind started to connect with reality again. She had fallen from the bed. The shock brought her instincts and soon her consciousness back to the present.
  
  "You're okay..." She muttered to herself as she forced herself to sit up and lean back onto the side of the bed. Selene looked down at herself and there was no blood spreading through white cloth, the pain fading away as quickly as it had come. She took a few more breaths to calm herself down. "It's been ten years. You're okay. You're fine." She continued to tell herself in between breaths.
  
  It took her another few minutes to fully calm herself down. But once she did, Selene made her way around the room to prepare for the day. It was the big day after all! Wynona had the brightest idea to invite everyone to this large-stage homage and while none of them were sure if half the people were going to show up - bad memories, Selene could understand - it gave an opportunity for old friends to see each other again, or old enemies.
  
  "Good morning you guys!" Selene greeted her two housemates with a wide grin, as if brushing off what had happened earlier. Hopefully, they didn't get to hear any of that.
  
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Aurora Jane "Rorie" Etchells

Creak was a noise made by the faucet as it opened to let the water flow down to the sink. The woman heaved in front of the mirror, the bags around her eyes were evidence of the lack of sleep the prior week before this day, add the fact that it was quite early. She closed her eyes in concentration, trying to take away the images and words that haunted her every time this day comes around. The day her life began to change drastically, her brother became a killer, her parents letting his sins slide, and the first person she loved left town leaving behind a letter.

"Micheal, please don't do this." She remembered herself pleading to her brother as streams of tears fell from her eyes. She never felt so helpless all her life while her murderous brother held onto her girlfriend, Olivia, as he spoke with grandiosity about his love for her. If the situation wasn't so dire she would have told him how disgusting he is. "Can't we talk this out?"

His eyes were like an angry animal, teeth bared whenever she talked to him. He pointed the gun at her and the intent to shoot, she could see it in his eyes. "You wouldn't shoot me, right? Mike we might not get along well but we're sib-

Bang!

The soap container slipped from the counter which made her flinch. With a sigh she bent over to pick it up and put it back into place. She shouldn't be thinking about this anymore, but the fact that he's her brother gives her shivers.

"No. No no no!" She frantically said, each word was increasingly worried than the last as she watched Selene fall to the ground in front of her. Calling out to her she hadn't realized the warmth that was spreading beneath her palm. Blood covered her hands and it's stains were slowly increasing on her cousin's top. The younger Etchells shakily took out her phone as she heard Mike being tackled to the ground, the gun sliding to the floor.

"Stay with me." She cried as she called someone for help.

She let out a shaky breath as the water from the shower stopped running. Quickly drying herself and wrapping a towel to her body as she got out of the bathroom and into her closet. She quickly picked out an outfit for the event today, a dark blue blazer over a white t-shirt and black fitting pants. She sat herself in front of her vanity mirror and proceeded to hide her eye bags with make up after drying her hair with a blower.

This was one of the few days that Aurora takes a week off from her commissions. "Will you be coming?" She texted to both Jared, one of her best friends which she shares a sibling-ish relationship, and Isaac, her bud, former college mates and partner in business, owner of the boutique clothing line she works. Putting the phone in her pocket, she swept her fringes to the back which then resulted in giving her a slightly parted bangs. She gently pulled her hair into a low ponytail with her favorite lilac scrunchy.

She gently went down to the first floor heading straight to the kitchen and prepped for breakfast for three. And by that it means making a stack of peanut butter and jellies because she's not that adept at cooking and she doesn't know what to cook since they ran out of eggs, hot dogs and nuggets. Mostly because she kept eating those as midnight snacks while she worked all night for commissions.

She took a sandwich and gently chewing it when she heard Selene shout from the living room. "Good morning, Sel." She greeted after walking to the living room. "You guys want some pb and j?" She motioned the plate of sandwiches to her roommates.

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Jared Parker
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"Good morning." A British accent calmly resounded through a clean, spacious bedroom. Most would call the setting luxurious, but the owner simply appreciated his quarter's modern theme. "It's 7 AM, the weather in Blackhaven is 72 degrees with scattered clouds . . ." Jared slowly opened his eyes and slightly sat himself up from bed, while his lamps dimly lit up before achieving their full brightness. The electric glass panel windows along his exterior walls then lit up one by one, exposing the natural light from the morning view. Just another morning for the corporate prince. He smoothly rolled out of bed, and stretched from his refreshing night's sleep. "The surf conditions are fair with waist to shoulder by lines. High tide will be. ." The system continued to speak, meanwhile Jared approached his windows and overlooked the city view. Today was the day.

It didn't take long for him to complete his morning routine soon after. Click. Zip. He combed his hair, slid on a belt, then wore his shoes. Just the final clips in his process. The entrance into Jared's next scene consisted of him walking off the stairs, while adjusting his cuff sleeve, "Carson, what do we have today?" Any viewer would notice a massive change in the guy's lifestyle over the past ten years. It probably started with the fact that he was no longer rushing to pack a jersey. Or it could've even been that he no longer shared a bedroom with his younger brother. "Your top three action items are: Virtual meeting with the local hospital administration. Event at Blackhaven High. Contractual negotiation with the M. C. K.." Jared pressed a few buttons, heating some water on the electric stove, "How's my stock?" "Dow Jones is currently down 3.04%-." "For breakfast," Jared massaged his sinuses at the stressful reminder. "Oh . . .," The enhanced system recalculated its program, while he poured hot water into a mug and tossed a tea bag in, "Your cereal is low, but you are fully stocked with eggs and bacon." That being said, Jared blindly grabbed a couple of eggs and cracked them into a bowl. "Put in an order for the cereal," He comfortably leaned against the counter, drinking his mug of tea. "Will do. Happy Valentine's Day, sir." The businessman suddenly paused and pulled away from the mug. His gaze shifted downward in silence for a bit before looking out the window, ". . Happy Valentine's Day."

Zzt. Zzt. Jared glanced at his phone to see the most predictable text yet. "Will you be coming?" Rorie asked. "..is that today?" He smirked while typing back, just to mess around with her. "Macky, sweetie!" "Mom?" His head whipped around to look for the speaker. "Hehe," Jared's younger sister snickered in the background. The counter screen soon flicked on, revealing his mother and sister waving from their family home. "How'd you bypass the firewall?" He seriously questioned, taking note of their system's hole. His mother smiled, "I didn't, Jackie did." "You daft imbecile!" A lower voice called out from their side of the line. "Honey!" "What?!" The disturbed mom gestured at the camera. "Hi," Their father walked into a different room continuing his business call. Jared simply widened his eyes at his sister and mother, who in turn did the same as well, "Anyway, we just called to say Happy Valentine's Day!" "Happy Valentine's Day-," He paused, noticing his sister squint deep into the camera as if she was looking for something on his side, "Jackie, what're you doing?" "I'm trying to find your girlfriend," She peskily responded with a cheeky laugh following after. Jared squinted his eyes at her, "Okay, I have to go. Make sure she stays away Marcus." The innocent mother dawned a confused expression, " . . Who's Marcus?" On the other hand, Jackie's face immediately reddened at the mention of his name, "M-Marcus?" "Bye," Jared gladly dipped out of that conversation knowing that his parents would keep a close eye on his younger sister that night.

After cooking up an omelette and doing the usual breakfast moves, he slid on his coat then drove off to Blackhaven High. Jared hadn't been there in a while. In fact, when he walked down the hallways . . everything felt smaller. If he stared long enough, it felt like they were in high school all over again.

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Frankie Mackenzie Jamerson
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Frankie's alarm clock went off playing Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves, which is one of his favorite song ever. After his alarm went off to wake him up, he got up, and turned it off. Then, he went into the bathroom, and took a long hot, steamy shower, while washing his hair too. Next, he goes back into his room to find something to wear, and Frankie puts on his outfit that he choose to wear on that special day. After that, he checked his phone, and saw it was Valentine's day. Also, he check his email, and saw that a event was being held at Blackhaven high,which was calling for all of the former students to go there.. Lastly, Frankie went into the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast, before he got ready to leave, and go to Blackhaven high.

When he went into the kitchen, he made himself an omelet in his skillet, a piece of toast in the toaster, and Butter Toffee coffee in his Keurig coffee maker. Then, he put the omelet on a plate with the piece of toast, and Frankie ate them, while drinking his cup of Butter Toffee coffee in his coffee mug with hearts on it. After he finshed his dishes, and put them all away, he went into the bathroom. Next, while he was in the bathroom, he brushed his teeth, he put on his deodorant, and he did his hair too. After that, he finished doing all of that, he got the keys to his blue Chevy Camaro, and his purse. Also, he got into his car,he put on his seatbelt, and started his car. After he did that, he played Maraih Carey through his car radio from the Mariah Carey Radio station on Pandora, which is on his phone. Lastly, he drove to Blackhaven high, and said to himself, "I hope I don't run into my old bully, Aurora Jane "Rorie" Etchells, aka the Queen Bee."

 

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Olivia Valentines

February 14, 20XX
Happy Valentines day!​

They said time heals all wounds.

It has been ten years since that fateful day. The day that completely changed her life; flipped it down a hundred and eighty degrees just when she thought she finally found her place. She could remember every single details like it was yesterday. The loud gunshots, the helpless screams, the desperate pleas, and the damning confession- she could still hear them. The cold metal against her temple, the tight grip on her arm, the painful tears on her cheeks, and the crimson blood all over her hands- she could still feel them. Everything still haunts her even to this day. Try as she may, she could never get rid of them. No matter what she does, what she thinks; they never leave her!

They are everywhere.

When she closes her eyes, they are there. When she opens her eyes, they are there. In her sleep, they are there. When she wakes up, they are there! Skittering on her skin, ringing in her ears, plaguing her mind- they are fucking everywhere!

Forever, she's damned. Forever, she'll be carrying the weight of her sins- her selfishness and foolishness.

Hundreds of lives, it changed. Three, it took. How could anyone forgive her for it? How could she forgive herself for it? There is no redemption for her. There is no redemption for a sinful coward like her. She wished she could just leave; just like what she did after the storm she catalyzed. It was the only thing she's good at, after all. Leaving.

Olivia choked on her sobs, her trembling hands holding onto a letter wrinkled by her indecisiveness. If it weren't for her taint, then today would have been a day of joyful celebration; Valentines day. It was her day- a gag that used to run in her old group of friends. Olivia Valentines, how fitting. When she was still a child, she used to dream about being confessed to on Valentines day. She has always been a sucker for romance, you see. She wished that someone would love her so much that they would shout it to the whole world.

Look where that got her.

Ten years of living miserably. Guilt wringing her neck, suffocating her, denying her of death- of peace. A tormented slave of memories, an impotent victim of obsession, a pathetic excuse of a life; Olivia Valentines! How fitting.

She... has always wanted to be a marine biologist. Aside from being loved, that was her greatest dream. The ocean, the lives underneath it, over it, just its mere existence alone; they are one of her consoles. Even when she was still young and naive, when her only problem was that she couldn't fit in. She has always thought that she'd be a marine biologist by the time she's 26. She'd be somewhere, maybe in the coast of the Philippines, swimming with whale sharks and studying reefs upon reefs of beautiful corals.

But that wasn't the future she deserved, no. What she deserved is the one she's in now. A freelance artist who can only paint either depressing pictures or a bunch of fishes- a woman too traumatized for college. Olivia heaved, her knuckles turning white from gripping onto the wheel too tightly. She knew that she should get out of her car. Yet, her legs felt heavy. She gazed over towards the large establishment ahead of her, her eyes wandering to the large sign on top of it.

Blackhaven High.

The very place where it happened. The very place where her life got ruined, shattered into pieces beyond repair. She reached a hand through her hood, gripping onto her brown locks with a force of regret. She shouldn't have come. She should have just ripped the letter to shreds and tossed it into the fire. In fact, she shouldn't have read the damn thing at all. She should've just... left it there, in her mailbox to rot, as soon as she read who it was from.

"...C-Come on, Olivia... you can get through this... just... breathe... one step at a time...," she said as she fixed herself. She adjusted her hood, pulled it down so that she was sure it would cover enough of her features to be unrecognizable. She hoped nobody would recognize her. She won't know what to do if somebody did. She could already imagine their faces- the words that will pour out of their mouths. They'll probably blame her, too... again. She knows she deserves it, but it still hurts.

She slipped out of her car, locking it before heading inside her former school. With her long-sleeved hoodie and head hung low, nobody should be able to recognize her. She'll be able to pay homage to her victims. She'll make it through... so long as she keeps her head hung low. As she walked through the familiar hallways, memories played in her head. The Friendship, love, and tragedy... all of it. Over and over, eternally.

They said time heals all wounds.
'It clearly does not.'

 

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TIARA NICHOLSSON
Location: Home with the Girls

She always woke up early.

Taking care of animals was, honestly, a twenty-four hour job, as far as Tiara was concerned. But as many people, including the rebel Sel herself had to tell her to take a break. Now that had been a surprise, but the two had been together for....

Tia checked her watch while she waited for her laundry to finish, in the house she shares with Sel and Rorie. Ten years. Had it really been that long? It felt longer, actually. Like a lifetime.

It always felt like that, especially this week.

Especially today.

It was kinda unfortunate, that two lovers could only think of disaster on Valentine's Day, instead of cherishing their relationship. But in the mornings before, Tiara could literally feel what had happened. She could feel her hand on the side of Sel, Rorie on the other side, them both trying to call for the ambulance. It didn't seem like it ever came fast enough, especially in her nightmares. And then Sel, as she'd done back then, rested her head on Tia's shoulder, telling her that all she needed was a quick nap.

In her nightmares, Sel never woke up.

Thankfully, that was different than the truth. Tiara had stayed in the hospital, sleeping in the chair beside the hospital bed. She never left Sel's side. She couldn't. And to think, she wanted to give Sel a gift that day.

One of the biggest disasters, ever.

Tiara snapped out of her daze as she heard a loud thunk! come from her bedroom. She opened her mouth, about to call out to Sel, but she decided to let it be. Sel never really had it easy today, and hell, who could blame her? But Tiara knew hovering around her wouldn't help, either. So she was glad, when the chime from the drying machine finally signaled the laundry was done. She filled a basket with the warm clothes, and headed downstairs, quietly, to not alert Sel she'd heard her.

She'd been downstairs, humming as she folded some laundry in the living room, when Rorie joined her but in the kitchen, making them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Tiara looked back at her and smiled. It was amazing how much ten years could change a person. She was happy to see Aurora become her own person and not be influenced by her parents. But seeing the sandwiches reminded Tia that she'd have to go grocery shopping on her way home from today's...event. At least she wasn't working for a few days; she could finish up the rest of the laundry and get the food sorted out. All three of them worked so hard, sometimes it was hard to keep track.

Tiara had just finished folding the last bit of clothing when Sel made her way downstairs, saying good morning. She smiled at her, blowing her a kiss as she headed into the kitchen, placing the basket on the couch to bring upstairs later.

"Morning, you two~. We should get going soon, as much as I love," Tiara took half of a sandwich and winked at Rorie, "home cooked meals. I'll put on some coffee for the ride."

And with that, she went to the coffee machine, filling it with the ground goodness and waiting for the pot to follow suit. Tiara thought it was incredibly amusing that they were out of so many of the essentials, but had a brand new bag of coffee grounds. Priorities.

"We can think up a list for food shopping too, later, or. During. Just to get our mind off of things."

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Did someone manage to find out he had returned home? Maybe it was just a coincidence that he was back in his home town for the first time the same time he received an email invite to a reunion of sorts. One to pay respects to the horrible event he had missed by mere days when it happened. At that point he had already packed his bags under his parents nose and left his old life in the dust, Already hours gone and on a plane by the time his parents had found out and from that point until just a few days ago he had never returned back to this place. He did remember the event well however, Only being able to watch the news reports about it unfolding in horror, hearing about friends he had made at Blackhaven high meeting terrible fates.

Sitting on an uncomfortable waiting room seat outside his fathers hospital room, he looked over the email he had been sent once again, his third time this morning. He still wasn't sure how anyone got a hold of his personal email in the first place. Perhaps his manager had a bit of a slack jaw after hearing Wynona was someone from his highschool and passed on the information.

He sighed as his slid down the plastic chair a little. His leg bouncing up and down as he remained undecided about his attendance at the event. He hadn't seen these people in years, was he even welcome there...?

"You should go..." a voice spoke softly from the doorway to his father's room. His older sister the source."Pricilla..." he trailed off as he lowered his phone "I'm going even though I had already left the year before. You should come along. They were all your friends after all..."

His gaze softened a little as his hands trailed over his phone phone to lock the device. Pricilla was only a year older than him but probably about 10 years wiser and she was probably right. He left and never came back, at the other side of the country and unable to return when smaller memorials were held at the time. Besides. He had been seeing this hospital and nothing else since returning home, his father was in a stable condition for now...He could pop by. It was the least he could do for his old classmates. "Right." He said simply as he offered his sister a half smile before standing up...

...He had said a quick goodbye to his parents before leaving the hospital, albeit awkward. 3 days would not fix the rocky rift Cody and his parents had between them but for the sake of the rest of his family he was here and polite. Despite the laboured feelings, Cody still felt a tug in his heart about his father being so ill, even if he chose to ignore it for now.

Now though he had showered and changed and was on his way to his old highschool. Honestly somewhere he thought he wouldn't be again, but here he was. While he was remembering the road there like the back of his hand, his sister was full force talking in the passenger seat next to him, trying to fill him in on all the happenings in Blackhaven while he was off touring and releasing albums but it was a bit of information overload as most of it was going over his head. Not that Cody was well known for his attention span as it was, but for manners sake he nodded his head.

Upon finally arriving his sister already left him at the front of the gymnasium to catch up with her old cheerleading friends. With a sigh he pushed his driving sunglasses off his face and looked around as he began to trace his way back to the gymnasium...Was he feeling...nervous? A little, he had to admit. He wasn't sure what kind of situation this memorial was going to hold after all. This place would have held horrible memories for most. He wouldn't be sure how to conduct himself, he probably was best to keep a low profile instead. Pay his respects and go...

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[div class=in]A flash of silver from the left. He tried to dodge and — he tumbled off the bed, sheets tangled around his limbs. Blinking blearily, Isaac groaned. A dream, of course it was. With all the effort of pushing up a half-dead elephant, he clambered to a sitting position. Reaching for his phone by the bedside table, he managed to smack it off the surface with his sleep-addled fingers. Another groan. Looking at the date on his blindingly bright screen, it was no wonder why. Valentines. Love and hearts to most, but for him, death and guns to host.

Checking his notifications, they reminded him of Rorie, and Rorie reminded him of the event, with an eye-stabbing “Will you be coming?” glowing in his texts. “couse I will” He typed back, then rapidly tapped the screen in frustration when he realized his error. It didn’t fix it, but the unnecessary tapping did bring up a menu where he could. “course I will” Perfect.

While he had all the confidence in his cooking skills, there were no ingredients and he didn’t feel like making anything this morning, so he settled with bread. Plain, sliced, boring white bread. It wasn't even toasted because he was too lazy for even that.

In between bites, he wondered if it would be blasphemous for him to walk into basically a funeral anniversary in pyjamas. It would be quite the statement, and he was sure to remember the idea, but he wasn’t going to test that out today. Today was a solemn affair, and while he hated those with a passion, it didn’t mean he had to dress terribly to make some political statement on the institution that was a funeral to spice it up. No, today was going to be as interesting and as eventful as his breakfast. He’d make sure of it. As for how he would, that was a plan for future Isaac, who had hopefully found coffee somewhere and therefore had a working brain.

Suit on, he checked the maps for the nearest bus to Blackhaven and realized he just missed the closest line. Another bad thing in a line of bad things on a bad day, which actually shouldn’t be so surprising, but was. The next one was coming in half an hour, so he grabbed an overpriced latte from the cafe downstairs and settled down to wait.

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The school building seemed like it had changed and then again, not at all. There was a weird dissonance between the school in his memories and the school in front of him, but he couldn’t see any actual differences in the make. Maybe it was the change in him that made it feel inconsistent; he wasn’t sure.

Either way, Isaac reminisced on his time at Blackhaven as he passed lockers on the way to the gymnasium, only stopping when he noticed a certain classmate of his. He wasn’t all that familiar with him, but he greeted him anyway, wracking his mind for something to say. “Morning. How’s life been to you so far?”[/div]

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[Songstress]

Stella Journal
Location: Blackhaven​

A loud gunshot is heard, the sound spreading along the hall as the echo fades away slowly. As Mike was being pinned down, the gun that was used in action slides straight towards Stella, hitting her foot.

Panic occurred along with the rumbling of footsteps made by the students.

Shouting. Crying. Hatred. Fear.


Stella stood still, frozen by the shock of seeing Selene, clinging for life. "Selene?" She said, her lips shaking as it closes. The nerd rapidly gasps for breath as blood drips down to the floor.

RING RING RING...

"Selene!" she shouted, waking up from a nightmare. A dream?

Stella reaches out for her glasses wearing it afterwards. She lets out a big sigh tapping on her phone to turn off the alarm. A sudden message then pops up from Wynona Gavin, the high-school valedictorian of Blackhaven High. "Hm? Wynona?" she repeatedly pronounced it trying to remember a familiar name. "Ah! Wynona the Valedictorian!" She opens the message and read it word by word.

The Anniversary. It's been a decade.

Every anniversary, she always took a day off to visit and pay respects but, drowned by her guilt, she decided to not participate since she doesn't have the courage to. After everything that happened, how could she face them again? Blackhaven. Simply hearing it pains her soul. Although none have known the true root behind the incident, it is a lot harder for her to keep in. Lives were taken away, families were broken and the so called haven was never the same again. All because of her.

It is a lot harder not being punished when what you have done caused an uproar but was pointed out at someone else. Because your own guilt kills you.

There were times where Stella wanted to take her own life but she was too scared to do so. Yes, a coward she is. Being able to wake up everyday with a new life pains her more, rather than just being...

Gone.

The woman leaves out of her bed, starting yet another lifeless day. She headed towards the curtain, sliding the cloth sideways, emitting a warm ray of light. A studio type of room that consists of a bed, kitchen and a bathroom. Stella lives with her cat that she saw in the streets long ago. It was still a kitten back then. Besides, Snow helped her soothe the thought of being alone.

Stella then took her time making her own breakfast with some toast and eggs. The smell of freshly toasted bread with a spread of butter wafted around the room, boosting her appetite. After working on her breakfast, she pulls a cat food box from the cabinet and poured it on Snow's little bowl. With their stomach full and ready for the day, she takes a quick shower and puts on a white collared long sleeves, tucking it in with a fitted skirt. She finishes her look with a ponytail hairdo and began to open her shop.

The woman started tending the shop and worked on some flower pots, vases, and bouquets.

However, after taking some time to think, Stella didn't seem to like the thought of not taking a visit on a special day. She then arranged some pink carnations and wrapped it with a white wrapper. Since she wanted to arrive in an earlier time to avoid her batch mates, she hurriedly took her coat, closed the shop, and rushed out. Bringing along the flowers.

"Arriving, Blackhaven." Announced by the driver.

An arched sign was seen as the bus passed through it. Welcome to Blackhaven!

Stella took a deep breath with her hands nervously shaking. Although she arrived early, there was no certainty of her not running into them.

Stepping out of the bus, she already felt it. The very place that holds most of her memories. Haunting her.

 

[AI10100]

• Wynona Gavin
• Selene Platt

• Wynona had been nervous all morning as she helped set up since the crack of dawn. It... wasn't her best idea to send invites to those who never went to the previous events they had set up. It was an annual thing after all and the only thing that was special here was the fact that it was the tenth year anniversary of the shooting. And she thought that maybe they would have wanted to attend it. At least to pay respects after a decade had passed. Many people weren't able to recover from the event but at least she could say that she had tried.
  
  She was pleasantly surprised to see that there were more people than before. There were parents who decided to visit as well and most of the teachers who hadn't already passed had come as well. Everyone mingled in their own groups, not so different from when they were younger... and innocent. Some had already gone to pay respects to the small shrines they had put up for the kids who passed away. Three of them. They were good people, as far as Wynona had remembered, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. No one would forget what the mayor's son had done but no one could move against them when they found out that he was already out of prison. It was a real shame.
  
  Wynona checked her watch. Most people were already coming in. She wondered if Jason's sources were right and she managed to send the appropriate letters and emails to certain people who disappeared during the ten years. Those who didn't wish to be contacted again. As much as she loathed using any of Jason's connections, she was out of options. They weren't exactly easy people to find but that's what happens when they don't want to be contacted.
  
  Wynona slowly made her way out of the gymnasium and made her way out, giving the guests she knew a wave and a smile. Exchanged a few 'good to see you's and 'thank you for coming's. She made it outside and found a familiar face. Wynona took a deep breath and walked towards Stella. "Hey." She greeted with a small smile. "I'm glad you could make it." Wynona remembered how fun it was to compete against Stella for their academics.
  
  Songstress
  
• Selene hopped over next to Aurora, picking up one of the sandwiches as a response and biting into it. While thoughtfully chewing, she gave Tiara with a thumbs up. "Right, right! We can think of... shopping later." She swallowed what she had bitten into before grabbing her jacket and her keys. "I'm gonna get the ol girl running. Expect you guys in five." The mechanic quickly made her way towards the garage and started up the pick-up truck. She pressed the garage button and watched the metal door slide up.
  
  She... wasn't exactly looking forward to coming back to Blackhaven High. But she'd been back to that place many times before and not only when Wynona had called up all residents of Blackhaven for the annual homage. Though he appreciate Tiara and Aurora's help during all of this, she found herself looking towards her adoptive father for help. Richard had often driven her towards the school multiple times at her own behest. She learned how to cope with it and though she never did find true closure, Selene had at least found herself finally being able to breathe easy in it. That it never felt like she was being shot all over again and all that she could hear was the ambulance.
  
  Selene leaned back on the driver's seat, taking out her wallet to look at the photo with Richard. It was just another day at the shop. She missed that old guy. If it wasn't for him, she doubted she could have gotten this far. She just wished he could be here for the anniversary. Even he had been affected by it, considering how it was one of his part time workers who was killed during the shooting and herself getting hospitalized. Eddie had been a great guy and they talked a lot during his time at the shop. They didn't talk much during school hours but she liked to think of them as close. When she heard that he had died on the way to the hospital... well, Richard and herself had attended his funeral and proceeded to visit every year after.
  
  She shut her wallet when she saw the two enter the garage. Once they were all buckled up, Selene proceeded to drive to Blackhaven High - taking the occasional sip from the coffee Tiara had brought. It wasn't a very long drive to the school and she parked soon enough. She looked over the entrance to their school and looked back to them. "Moment of truth." She muttered before closing the vehicle and hopping out and leading the way inside the school. She wondered if she could have a few words with Wynona about the prospective alumni who would be arriving. She was kind of hoping to see the two people she practically spent her first years of high school with.
  
  The same two people who disappeared off the face of the earth with one only providing replies to prove that she was alive and the other disappearing entirely.
  
  Colorless Spectrum cinnabuns
  

 

[Xanto]

Jared Parker
​

A series. That's what it was. A series of high school memories reeled through the halls in faint images, while current campus students ignorantly paced through his nonexistent flashbacks. Imagine, ten years since they last gathered together. It was challenging to gauge how fast time really flew.

Thud. . . Thud. If anything, one thing that didn't change was the crowded hall. Students naturally bumped against each other left and right. In fact, one shove was strong enough to make another student run into Jared. The man in turn took a step back upon contact, bumping into yet another person in the process. What followed next was an instinctive turn around and effort to catch her in his arms before she fell to the ground.

"Sorry-," Jared swiftly wrapped an arm around the woman's waist, stabilizing her balance. The contact was quick, yet everything seemed to slow down once his gaze locked onto her's, " . . Olivia?"

The hood covering his ex-girlfriend's face slightly moved to reveal enough features for him to recognize. How could he forget anything from her head down to her shoes? Unfortunately, both of them hadn't been close for a while now. Especially after the threat and her disappearance. Annoyingly enough, the one who threatened their relationship was the same person who shot around the school. It wouldn't be much of a surprise to him if that was the final push to drive her away.

Jared carefully released Olivia before scanning around and adjusting his collar. "You okay?" He asked as his matured glance landed back on her. The features on his face had grown more stern, though his eyes currently showed a hint of concern. A bigger note though was how his varsity jacket, t-shirt pairing shifted into a clean-cut polo and coat match. Otherwise, Jared kept his usual cool demeanor over the years.

But what about her?

She left them all out of nowhere. Rorie was heartbroken, but that didn't matter now. Now, she was here. Olivia was back. The man finally smiled a little at the thought, "How've you been?"

. D O V E

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Aurora Jane "Rorie" Etchells

Rorie gave a playful eye-roll at Tiara at the mention of her "home-cooked meal" before giving out small laughter, then following her friend back to the kitchen at the mention of coffee. "Coffee sounds heavenly." A good way to fully wake up for the day in all honesty. She watched her cousin, Selene from the corner of her eye. Letting out a sigh as she got out of sight and headed to the car. "While everybody else in the world is celebrating we're... haunted by the past." She whispered to herself, hoping that her best friend didn't hear and noticing the text coming from both Jared and Isaac, cracking a smile at their reply knowing that both would be there puts her heart at slight ease. She took the pot and poured the coffee on her thermal tumbler and smiled. "Shall we?" Aurora said heading first to the garage and to the backseat, taking a dainty sip of her black coffee. "We should get more coffee, I need more caffeine in me."

The ride was quick and had little to no conversation. She opened the door and got out of the car, leaving her tumbler behind. A frown crossed her lips at the sight of their old school. Never fails to bring back memories everyone wants to forget but at the same time, it brings memories that are yearned for. She followed her two companions inside and quickly searching for Wynona, who happened to be talking to Stella. At the sight of her former victim, Aurora discarded all thoughts of approaching their valedictorian as she knows that the florist wouldn't react well to her presence. She bit her lip, one of the few people who hated her guts but she doesn't blame her. Wrecked her life in high school and all that, it's true.

She strode further inside and found Jared talking to a hooded figure. She bounced her way through, preferring to have an optimistic exterior even with all the trauma in hopes that it made her look strong and brave. "Jared," she called with a wave and wondering just who it was that he was talking to, she walked to his side and continued, "now who do we have her-" Her heart sunk. She felt like she was seeing a ghost that maybe she was hallucinating. "O- Olivia?" Disbelief filled her voice as she spoke with a quiver. Her hands started to shake and her mouth agape. I thought I'd never see you again. I missed you so much, how come you didn't tell us how you were? She wanted to say but instead...

"You left leaving behind only a letter, you didn't even think to tell us how you were!" It was a whisper but there was a hint of frustration in her voice, Aurora was starting to tear up. Something she couldn't hold back from. She took Olivia's hands, her grip was strong but never was there any roughness to it. "I was so worried about you... and now that you're here," a pause, looking at Olivia in the eyes and seeing how heartbreaking it was for her to look at it. "Look at you, you haven't been taking better care of yourself... I- I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't have lost my cool like this." She backed away slightly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and tried to her best to be less shaky. "W-were you invited by Wynona?"

location: Hallway || interactions: AI10100 cinnabuns . D O V E Xanto || mentions: Songstress Ambiloquous

 

[. D O V E]

Olivia Valentines​

Olivia felt her world stop when she found herself staring at familiar steel-colored orbs. There was a certain gleam in his eyes that herald hundreds of memories from the caverns of her mind. With those memories came a distinct warmth- one that she thought she had over the course of time, but actually never did. A warmth that was there... yet so far away.

Jared.

The man's question seemed to have snapped her out of her stupor. She quickly looked down, fingers clenching onto the side of her hood and pulling it down. She noticed he looked different than before; his features firmer and more mature. He changed, but he looked well. Bitter thoughts began festering her mind as she fought the urge to look up and gaze upon her ex-boyfriend once more, reminding herself that she should remain a specter of his past.

"N-No, you got the wrong person." She lied, her lips quivering as she hastily pulled away from him. His hands were on her, and it still felt strong and secure just like before. When was the last time they were this close? The two of them never touched each other again after she received those threats from...

Her heart started pounding at the thought, her eyes widening. The last thing she needed was a reminder of him...

She was more than ready to leave when all of a sudden, she heard another voice. It was one that, no matter how much she told herself not to, made her look up and meet gazes with its owner.

Rorie.

Oh, how much she adored those emerald eyes. Just like Jared's, it held warmth; raging flames. In tears, the other woman took her hands, making her flinch although she found no will to withdraw herself. She still looked beautiful- as Olivia expected. She could still remember how she'd remind her she was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. Of course, it was nothing but the truth. Olivia she'd end up dating her at some point, she thought she was way above her league.

Then Rorie got angry at her and her grip on her grew stronger. Still frozen in place, Olivia found herself staring at her glossy orbs, and soon, there were tears slipping through the blonde's lashes. At that moment, Olivia wanted to wipe those tears away, tell her that she never wanted to leave her, and apologize for everything. But she couldn't.

Why?

Because the more she stared at Rorie's eyes, the more she was turning into a monster.

Mike.

Olivia's breath hitched. "N-No!" She cried out in alarm, arms defensively covering herself. A few moments passed and Olivia realized her outburst, and she started hearing murmurs from around her.

"Did something happen?"

"What's wrong with her?"

"Who i̸̺͋͘s̸͍̣̀̚ ̸̞̇̏s̶̤͖̓h̴̩͛e̵̯̮͝?̴̬̟̆͛"

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Ḿ̸̝̙̖́ỉ̷̫ķ̸̖̠̻̇̑̓e̸̛̼̞͂̌̋́̓͜.̷͎̘͚́́̌̂ ̴̬̗̖̱̓M̷̖̯̆̄̋̄͝i̵̮̤̜̣͔͌̔̋k̶̼͓̅ẻ̶̙̯̣̱̼͊̑͒͘͝ͅ.̸̡͍͔̮̐̾͌̚ͅ ̵̗̠̯͗̍̇Ṃ̸͎̗̯͆̓̌͘ͅi̸̜̺̫̱̐͒k̸̭͐͌͝ĕ̸̻̰͐͋͆̔.̵̙̪͕̾͒͋͌̐ ̸̛̥̝͍̣̙̏͌͛̌͛͜M̷̗̲̮̲͓̮͛ḯ̶̠͒͝k̵͕̀͑͗̃̔͂e̵̜̓̅̿̏̍͜͝.̵̨͈̦͆̊͐ ̴͈͎̩̞͛͘M̷̨̞̱͕͈͑̓ì̶̺͈̖̈̔̇͘ḳ̶̝̙̤̓͐̿͝e̴̗̖̳̻̩̠̓.̵̹̞͒́̔̃͆ ̶̡͈̺̓͗M̷̡̛̰̹͎̈̌̕̕͜ĩ̶͎̗̳̐̃́k̷̨̜͗ͅe̸̦̠͂͒̾͝.̶̳̌͗͒̃͝ͅ ̸̝̱̪̍͐̎͝M̴͇̤͔͕͂̽͊̉͝į̶̱̭̳̿̍̒̑͘͜k̷͖̩̾̍̉̀ḙ̵̯̘̔̄́.̶̰̹̗̽̈̕ ̶̗̞͒́͊M̶̩̜̬͉̺̂͆̚͜i̵̠͛͒̔̽̊ķ̷̩͚͚͕̣̂̍͠e̵͙͖͚͕̎̎̋̄̋͝.̶̺̝̉ ̶̱̑Ḿ̴͓̗̻͕̽͛̄̍̓i̷͈̮̤̜̾k̶̰͖̝̫͔̭̃e̷͙̣͒̄̆̕͜.̴̢̢̭̭͒ ̶̛͉͚̯͉̬̍M̴͉̬̣̲̈́͐̄i̶̮͍̣͙̜͎͋̍́̈́͒̚k̴̢̛͙̯̤̈́̏̔̉͝è̶̢̨͇͙.̷͇̫̠͖̳̾̊̀ͅ ̴͈̦͓͎̍ͅM̶̨̡̛̤͓͎͛͗i̴̧͈̤͍̭̿̏̊k̶̡̺̥̥̾̈́͆̕ȩ̷̡͈̻̺̽͐.̵̬͚̥̪͌ ̸̰̅̾͒͝M̵̬̼̰͙͇̓͑̈͗̈́ǐ̷̥̉k̴̢̻͈̬̺̇͛e̷̿͜.̷͕̟͇͙̳͋̆͆͌̊͜ ̴̖̟̣͇̝͌̈M̷̛̗͓͍̑͒͂i̴̜̜͓̿̋ǩ̵̺̰͍̝̮̣̔̃̔͝ḙ̸͈̹̼͚̲̅̈́̄̍̉̃.̵̨̭̤̫̈́ ̸̖̼̉̑̈́̌͑͝M̷̡̹̘̋͐̿̀͝͝i̵̢̞̰͉͠ḱ̴͕͇̭͋́̎͝e̸̘̗̞̣̊͂̓͑͜.̵̡̲̳̝̓̔͘̚ ̴̙͇̝̹̈M̵̢̬̟̹̅̋̽͊̋͝ḯ̸̲̙̈́͒̾̐͆͜k̶̢̬͚̮̫̎̈́͊̈͆͛e̷̟͓̒̎̓̕.̵̢̯̞̜͔̗̀̐̓͝ ̸̥͑M̸̬͉͕̥̝̪͒̚͝ǐ̷̗̈́̚k̵̤̬̫͖͙̥̄̋͋̐̕e̴̩͙̠̯̭̽̉̇͋̈́̚.̷̺̮̖̜͚͊ ̴̜̮̹̯̏̓̈́̍M̶̝̄̈͋i̷̛̭̤̪͒͌̂̔̕k̸̜͖̜͙͚̖̍͐ȩ̵̳̱̥͛̇̑.̴̡͖̻͉͓̾̎͆̒͛̕ ̶̧̛̘̰͍̮̱̉̓͑͛͘M̴̭̩̤̝̄͆̊̀͛ȉ̷̛͚̥̯̰̿̚k̶̨̰̭͈̑̂̏̌è̷̳̈́͒.̷͈̺̟̜̀͐͆ ̸̤̎͜M̴̳̤̜͌̍i̴̟͍̺̯̘͈̾̅̾͠ḳ̶̤̘̜͖͂̃͋͊͌e̸͔̙̣͛̾̿.̶̱̤͈̣̪͚̀͛ ̵̨̨̲̝́̃M̴̻͕͇̙̓͝i̶̡̟̠̪̪̬͑̋̋̀͋ǩ̴̨̭̱̤͇̄̄̇ͅe̴̜̻̳̣͙͆̾͜.̸̛͕̻̠̜͒͊̐͋̕ ̷̗̑̎̄M̶̢̭̱͚̗̍̿͋͛į̵͖̻̟̍k̵̛̮̻̻̅̈͘͝͠e̴̘̭͕̽͐͐̑̿̊͜.̸̠͔̋ ̸̛̻̤̗̼͙̬̅͗M̸͈̲̄̋͋͜ȋ̵̢̢͎̐̚͝k̸͍̜̘̫̇̄͘e̸̺͎̟̺̻̎̏͂̓͜.̶̻̼̞̣̹͚͛͌́ ̶̮̞̈́̋̂̚̚M̷̦̰͎̘̪̖̑̀͗ȋ̶̬̀͋̀̄͗k̷͇̖̩̃̎̓̅̈͘ẹ̷̝͈͍̘̋̊͂̽̈́͝ͅ.̵̤̝͇̳͌̐̅̈͠ ̵̫̺͓̰͔͑̎M̷̛̛͖̮͎̠î̵̢̫̤͈̠̃̔k̶̹̞͋̃̋̕ė̸̡̨̡̲͓̩͝͝͝.̸̼͍̰̫̠̚ͅ ̸̤̲͓̟͔̊̃͜͝M̴̡̩̿͜i̵̥̱͈̊̽͜k̷̛̙̣̺̒̍́ę̵͖̗̣̣̟̓́̔̍͗.̵͕̝͌̌̈́͜͠ ̸̳̈͌̇̑̀͠M̶̘̺̹̘̂͋͐ĭ̵̥̭̖͔̫k̸̗̺̄̓̀͆͛̄ḛ̶̪̪̦̥̖̏̐͋́̅.̸̼̰͊̽͜ ̶͓̈́̀̉̂M̵͚̫͐͠ì̶̯͉͖̦͌̀̕k̷̠̦̄͑̎̀̓͘e̴͉̘̰̥͑̑.̴̧̧̓ͅ ̸̢͙͇̝̞̟̓M̵̢̬̤̜͜͠ĩ̴̡̧̨͖̭͘k̵͎̩͎̪̆͐̕e̵̢̦͓͒̏͆͛̏.̷͓̤̟̣̤̀̓ ̷̠̰͖̱̯̿̿͌̽M̶̛̪̱̉̓͝i̷̛̩͙̖͈͇̹͗k̷͖̆̏̓̕͝e̴̘̟̟̩̍̔͐̄̈́͝.̵̖̖̦̭̽͋͠ͅ ̷̨̺͐̓̀̾͊M̸̡̻̯̘̈́̓̾i̴͍̝̅̈̅̈͜k̵͍̤͝è̵̜̟̥̖̺̈́̊͠.̷͙̻͕͆̂̇ ̸̛̜͎̺͕̘̩͑̾͒̊M̸̝̣̞̹̪̓ǐ̴̧̟̹̖k̷͇̥̙̟̕ȩ̸͇͈̥͉̻̈́͑͐͝.̵̨̫́͐̂̆̚̚ ̴̧̨͇̳̤̺͐̀͛M̷̛͙͗̌̀i̵̛̖̔͗́̀k̶̦̻͉̉̏̅̏ě̶͇̀̿͠.̴̘̖͈̟̩̈́̐ ̷̞̿̃͆̂̕͘M̶̧͉̑̾̓̈i̷̞̓̾̓̒̆͛k̴̭̝̩̗̼̄̎̐̅̒̎ẽ̵̡̡̟͓̮̥͛̀.̴͔̺̳̰͍͍̃́̈́̇̅̃ ̴̝̫̮͈̜̦̓͗̈́͑͒̚Ṃ̷̜̭́̔̚͝ḭ̷͍̄͗͒̾k̴͖̘͈͖̼̲̈́͌͆e̴̦͋̋̈͝.̶͕͓̟͉̋͜͝ ̷̦̿̓͠M̶͇͊̔͂į̶̣͍̜̺̪̔ḱ̷̛̝͖͈͘e̷̪̱͍̭̾.̸͖̾͛̾̉ ̸̦͛̇́͗̇ͅM̵̛̻̲̈̿̕į̴͕̺͆k̶̘̗͉͇̯̉̂̀͝͝é̸͖̰̘̑̈́̍̈̂.̶̳̦̼̊͌̎͆̀͠ͅ ̸̡̯̳͖̩̔̊̓͐͝M̵̜͓̭̪͈̭͒ḯ̸̡̙̰͖̏ķ̷̪̈́̆͗͋̂̐ė̵̖̞̝̩̏̍̿͐͝.̷̰̹͚͆͊̌̌ ̷̯̲̺̬̀͊̾̾M̵̺͇̱̞̅́͠í̵̢k̷̝̳̈́̈́̌͂͝e̴̤͕̥̩͔̫̾̕͝.̶̝́̾̐͝H̷̺̫̭͚̘̤̖̙͓̤͚̊̈̃e̴̹̝̻͑̈́̓̈́̋̈́͛͝'̶̯̫̪̗̰͚̯̳͙̬̘̼͑̈́̐̽̓͑̉̈̄͒͆̕͝ṣ̶̨̢̨̧̢̛̘̗͈̮̞̗̦́̀̋̉ ̸̺̝̖͕̺͚̬͇͖͉̞̦͔̐́̐̀͑̇́̈́͐̆͋̀̑̕c̸̛̛͓̬̣̟͔̩͖̹̜̽͐̾̃̑͂͆̉͗͘͠o̵͔͓͎͙͂̍̾m̴͉͔̮̩̬̟̳̥̞̍͑̓͌̅i̴̡̢͕͈̱̝͖͖̞͉͓͋́͛̑̃̈̄̚̕ń̴̢̡̛̻̳̥͉͇̰͎̲͔̬͉̇͗͌̓̊̔̎͑̋̚͘̕͜ġ̴̢̧̨̡̳̥̼͚̼̻̥̲̩͕̅̀͋͑̓̀̓͒͝ ̴̢̛͕̬̭͔͎̮̼̞̭̏̈́͊̐͂̏̅̉̍͠͠͝f̶͈̖͕͑̾̀͝ǫ̶̧̨͙͇̦̝̰̳̭̜̝̖͙̏̀͋̈́͊̾ṙ̸̳͇͖͔͙̪̬̺̩̐̅͜ ̴̹͕͇̥̺͎̘̋̔́́ͅm̴̛͖͍̺͍͈̥̳̭̟̥͌̀̀͝e̴̢̯̭̳̱̳̹̙̱͗͛ͅ ̸̛͚̤͎͔͇̖̽M̵͖̈́͜ì̷̛̬̓̉͌͝ḱ̶̼̗̝͙̻̊͑͆̍̕ề̵̮̻͕̊͑͘.̸̗͕͖͖͙̋͜ ̷̦̮̝͓̳́͐M̷͎̞̏̌͘̚i̷̹͚͔̅ķ̵̥̖̝͎̱̍̃͠e̶͈͊̃̊.̷͚͎̟͇̄̔̆͂̕͜͠ ̸͙̭̗͎̘͙͘Ṃ̸͓̎̀̓͌̕͠ḯ̵̝̤̪͕̦̂̽̽k̵͚̦̼̎̀͝ẽ̸͍̀͛.̶͖́̽̅̎͌̈ ̴̮̋̀M̴̳̃̿̕͘͠i̵̯͍̯͍̯̖̅̑k̷̨͇̜̼̓̎͐ȅ̵̪̰̱̃́̽́.̶̤͝ ̷̬̠̭̮͐̈̄M̸̢̧̯̃̆̓i̴̢̧̪̫̠͖̇k̴̢͊̈́̊̕e̴̥̣̗͗̀͛͜͠͠.̵̙͉̞̘̾̓̀̑͗ ̸͕͍͍̩̈́̈́͜͠M̷͚͊i̶̼̣͌̉k̶̝͂ḙ̸̡̛̉̄.̶̛̥̘̦̺͙̠͋ ̷̖̳͇̰̫̘̋͗͋͗̌M̵̢̩̠͛̈̇̅ͅi̶̗̻̖͓̤͛͒͘ḳ̵̤̬̺̞͎̊ḝ̶̙̦̞̱̔̈̄̚.̴̦̐̊͗͐ ̵͖̒̌̔͂͘Ṃ̷̛͓͚̮͂̂į̸̖͉̀̏k̷̢̖̪̩̺͎̓̐͑̍ẻ̴̳̪̩̟̩̖.̸̤̳͔̌H̷̺̫̭͚̘̤̖̙͓̤͚̊̈̃e̴̹̝̻͑̈́̓̈́̋̈́͛͝'̶̯̫̪̗̰͚̯̳͙̬̘̼͑̈́̐̽̓͑̉̈̄͒͆̕͝ṣ̶̨̢̨̧̢̛̘̗͈̮̞̗̦́̀̋̉ ̸̺̝̖͕̺͚̬͇͖͉̞̦͔̐́̐̀͑̇́̈́͐̆͋̀̑̕c̸̛̛͓̬̣̟͔̩͖̹̜̽͐̾̃̑͂͆̉͗͘͠o̵͔͓͎͙͂̍̾m̴͉͔̮̩̬̟̳̥̞̍͑̓͌̅i̴̡̢͕͈̱̝͖͖̞͉͓͋́͛̑̃̈̄̚̕ń̴̢̡̛̻̳̥͉͇̰͎̲͔̬͉̇͗͌̓̊̔̎͑̋̚͘̕͜ġ̴̢̧̨̡̳̥̼͚̼̻̥̲̩͕̅̀͋͑̓̀̓͒͝ ̴̢̛͕̬̭͔͎̮̼̞̭̏̈́͊̐͂̏̅̉̍͠͠͝f̶͈̖͕͑̾̀͝ǫ̶̧̨͙͇̦̝̰̳̭̜̝̖͙̏̀͋̈́͊̾ṙ̸̳͇͖͔͙̪̬̺̩̐̅͜ ̴̹͕͇̥̺͎̘̋̔́́ͅm̴̛͖͍̺͍͈̥̳̭̟̥͌̀̀͝e̴̢̯̭̳̱̳̹̙̱͗͛ͅ ̷̥̳̜͕͒̾͋̄͜M̵̞̦̲͝i̵̧̳̦̟̼̾̔̈́̄̾͠k̷͎̗̳̈́̽̀̒̍e̸͔̿.̷̩̳͈̤̤̔̏̉̎́͜ ̵̱͇̲̺̈͝M̶̛̰̩̉͊́͛̚ï̷͔̖̝͖k̵̛̺̪̺̳̜͆̍e̴̲͇̤̞̯̒̉.̴̯̙̔̏̈ ̷̧̬̦̓̌̕M̷̟̆̾̆̏í̴̝̠̞̤̓͆̚͝ǩ̸̼̤͖̞e̴̡̻̙̹̤̾.̵͔̂̐̈̑͐ ̵͖̰͒̏̍̕M̸̧̭̥̱̝͗̎̍̽̚ĩ̵̛̼͗̀k̶̨̓̿͐̈́͘è̵̳.̶̛͓ ̸͚̲̍̈́͝Ṃ̸̘̥̂̆͋̚͝ḭ̶̜̰̅͝͠k̶̨̹̥̰̱̋͗̄́e̷͔̼͋͒͘͝͝.̵̩̝̻̳͓̮̇̒ ̶̱̊̑͐M̶̠̲̾́̇͛̇i̵̫̓̎͋͗̈́̅k̸͎̜̾ḙ̸͓̹̞̯̏.̴̟̗̥͖̊ ̵͎̟̹̀̽̃̉̏̕͜Ḿ̵̹̬̊̂̚ͅį̵̨̡̭͙͖̏̐̕k̸̢̰̹͋̑̋̀e̴̫̙̻͚̭̍̌͘͝.̸̜̙̞̝̎͒͂ͅ ̸̬̋̌M̵̠̖̘̙̺͛͜ì̴̜̖̞̼̤͝k̴̭̝̪͎̟̯̈́̊̋̋ē̴̛̜͂̒.̵̝̱̜̼̯͔̿̓͂͝ ̶̗͕͋H̷̺̫̭͚̘̤̖̙͓̤͚̊̈̃e̴̹̝̻͑̈́̓̈́̋̈́͛͝'̶̯̫̪̗̰͚̯̳͙̬̘̼͑̈́̐̽̓͑̉̈̄͒͆̕͝ṣ̶̨̢̨̧̢̛̘̗͈̮̞̗̦́̀̋̉ ̸̺̝̖͕̺͚̬͇͖͉̞̦͔̐́̐̀͑̇́̈́͐̆͋̀̑̕c̸̛̛͓̬̣̟͔̩͖̹̜̽͐̾̃̑͂͆̉͗͘͠o̵͔͓͎͙͂̍̾m̴͉͔̮̩̬̟̳̥̞̍͑̓͌̅i̴̡̢͕͈̱̝͖͖̞͉͓͋́͛̑̃̈̄̚̕ń̴̢̡̛̻̳̥͉͇̰͎̲͔̬͉̇͗͌̓̊̔̎͑̋̚͘̕͜ġ̴̢̧̨̡̳̥̼͚̼̻̥̲̩͕̅̀͋͑̓̀̓͒͝ ̴̢̛͕̬̭͔͎̮̼̞̭̏̈́͊̐͂̏̅̉̍͠͠͝f̶͈̖͕͑̾̀͝ǫ̶̧̨͙͇̦̝̰̳̭̜̝̖͙̏̀͋̈́͊̾ṙ̸̳͇͖͔͙̪̬̺̩̐̅͜ ̴̹͕͇̥̺͎̘̋̔́́ͅm̴̛͖͍̺͍͈̥̳̭̟̥͌̀̀͝e̴̢̯̭̳̱̳̹̙̱͗͛ͅM̴͓̗̣͚̠͊̓́̈́ͅi̸̟̩̣̮͒̇̃͝ͅk̴̖̜͘͘ͅe̵̢̓͂̃͐̍.̷̡̥̖̍̇ ̴̛̥̲͕̦͔̽͂͊̋ͅM̵̱͒̃̉̐͝ì̷̓̆̃͜͝k̸̺̫͙͎͍̃̉͌ę̵͖͙͇̪̹̅.̶̲̎̏͛͋ ̸̩͙̿̄͌̾̏̕M̷͎̦̽̕i̵̢̘̳̖̜̒̾̏ķ̸͎͔̲̎̆̓ͅẻ̴͇̞̞͓̞͘.̵̗̝͙͕͙̑̃̈́ ̵̜̋͐̋̀̀̍M̸̙͙͍̟̝͉̊͋̅i̷̪̠͔̪͎͌͒̑̋̇͠k̸̼̘̙͙̘̆̓́̀͐e̸̢̤̝͗̇̈̄̃.̶̡̩̫͍̅ ̸̧̛̖̪͙̈̿̽̚͠ͅM̷̧͈̯͓͗̓̈͒͘ͅͅȋ̶̫̙̻͙͆̆͐͘͠k̴̪̏̚͝e̸̻̤͚̯̫̒̌.̷̯̳̎̑̚ ̷̛̹M̵̺̒̍́͑͑̏î̸̧͓̺͚̫̺̾̓̇k̴̝̜̪͖̄̈́̚e̴̗̔.̸͕̠̟͈̾̔̌̋͝ ̴̨̨͇̹̻̠̾M̸̳̘͚̫̽͑́͜ì̸̯̿̂́k̷͉͒̃͘̕e̴̙͍̤͇͌̌͆̀̈.̸͓̜̗͂͂̕͜ ̷̨̹͙͉̘̉̅͋̀̐̕Ḿ̶͖̝̰̈́̂̌̄̉i̶̤̯̜̖̣̔k̶̘̙͔̱̈̐̉̈́ë̶̢̙̠́͊.̷̨͉̻̆̀͐̓̎̿ ̵̬̖̲̈M̴͔̥̞̼̃̿͂́î̷̧̠k̴̢̨̖̤̫̝̍͌̒͊͌̈́ḛ̸̠͍̠̆̈́̋̿͘.̸̡̦͖̆̋̍̍͑ ̵̳͂͐͂M̴̻̟̈́ͅi̵̡̨̪̣̦͉̾k̸͍̠̺̮̻̆́e̸̖̋̂̉̍̄.̶̞̻̦̤͍̈̏̎͛ ̶̺͗̒M̶̰̒̊͝ḯ̵̟̠̣́̂̿̆͝k̶͓̓ȇ̴̼.̵̰̝͙̼͓͠ ̵̝͍͊͗̑͝M̵̪̘̣̹͎͐͒̾̆̚i̴̡̛͇̮̞͍̺͛͗͌̋͘ķ̷̖̹̎̈́͜͠ẹ̵̞͓͐̉̎͆̉͜.̷̢̭̦̖̀̓͛̑̅͒ ̸͍̟̺̺͂M̵̢͎͖̰̞͓̒͒͐̒i̵̡̐k̸̞͛͊͌̔͌̕͜e̷̦͗͘-̵̢̗̱̠͋̎́͒̓

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed, looking at Rorie with utter fear, before running past the two and to wherever her feet would take her.

Xanto Colorless Spectrum

 

[Xanto]

Jared Parker and Aurora Jane "Rorie" Etchells​

The wrong person. Jared furrowed his brows as his steel-colored gaze lowered onto Olivia’s quivering lips. At this point, he didn’t need a truthful response to know she was far from okay. But before he could utter concern, Rorie called out his name.

It didn’t take long for his close friend to recognize Olivia, and naturally start pouring her emotions out on the spot. The letter, her disappearance, the guy wasn’t left in the dark about any of this. Yet the two were getting closer by the minute. It was a sight Jared familiarized himself with ever since Rorie got together with his ex-girlfriend.

I should leave them alone- “N-no!” Olivia cried out, quickly snapping Jared back into their conversation. Rorie stared at Olivia, she wasn't stunned by the cry. No, not really. She reached out to her and wanted to say something to calm her down but...

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” She continued, giving Rorie a most fearful look. She darted off past her and Jared. Deep inside she knew that Olivia wouldn't react to her the way she wanted to, as if she was clinging to some fantasy she knew could never be true. She blinked back tears but it was no use. Taking deep breaths before it turned into a hitch, she gritted her teeth together and clenched her fist so hard her knuckles were whiter than it should have been.

She felt like a thousand needles were piercing her heart, there was a growing heaviness in her chest that she wanted to vomit out. "Go after her." She told Jared with a breaking voice while her head hung low. "Hurry."

“Me?” He asked, slightly raising a brow in confusion. If anyone calmed Olivia’s nerves it was Rorie . . right? It’s always been Rorie. Those two were inseparable from the start. Even if it started with some form of bullying.

A brief moment of silence passed between the duo until Jared warmly placed an arm around her, quietly comforting Rorie in the middle of a busy hallway. It was obvious that Olivia’s reaction tore her apart. However, their ex-girlfriend wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind either. “ . . Hey,” Jared muttered as his opposite hand then moved to gently lift her head back up. The motion revealed endless tears streaming down Rorie’s face, making it difficult for the man to leave, “I’ll be back for you.”

Aurora looked away, her entire being suddenly lethargic. "Just go. I'll be fine." She said weakly. Jared hesitantly released his tearful friend before rushing down the hallway after Olivia. He wasn’t used to leaving Rorie like that. Sad. Alone. The guy luckily made eye contact with Tiara along the way though, signaling her to get to Rorie as soon as possible.

All those days alone in the night haunted with different scenarios of what would happen when she meets Olivia again. Truly one of the worst scenarios happened. Her ex-girlfriend screaming at her to get away because even she is reminded of Mike at the sight of herself, the same eyes, the same hair, fuck, they even had the same scowl.

She wondered if she should go after her but the idea of becoming her former lover's living nightmare… She can't. Biting her lip, she turned on her heel and headed to the nearest restroom. Upon entering she locked the door upon finding that there was no one else in the room. Looking at herself in the mirror she's disgusted at the sight of the same features as her older brother. Screaming her heart out, she punched the mirror. Bleeding her fist, breaking the glass. "Fuck."

Colorless Spectrum . D O V E cinnabuns

 

[cinnabuns]

TIARA NICHOLSSON

More coffee, much more coffee.

Tiara absolutely agreed with that, of course bringing the coffees to the car. She really wasn't looking forward to this. She loved coming back to see the others, but...here? Of all places? It gave her such a weird feeling. Couldn't they meet anywhere else? The feeling sank in her stomach as they drove off towards the school, and the closer they got, the worse the feeling got. She chugged down her drink, ignoring how it was still a bit too hot, letting the burning of her throat distract her from that weird feeling as best as it could.

Now that they were here, she really had no option. Tiara couldn't just disappear now, especially when Selene and Aurora both might need her. Just push down the feeling, she told herself. Just ignore how awful it makes you feel just being in the same spot where you almost lost Sel. God, that would be much harder than she thought. But for the two best people in her life, she would make that effort. They had dealt with much more than she had, and she had to remember--

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Fuck, fuckfuckfuck. Had she zoned out while following Ro? Tiara came back to Planet Earth to see--oh my god, was that Olivia? Back here?

Without a word?

Tiara watched as Jared ran off after Olivia, and before she could say anything to Aurora, she'd headed off to a bathroom. "Ro--" The door was locked, goddammit. She took one minute to focus herself and everything went to shit. Her eyes widened as she heard something break in there.

"Aurora, c'mon. Let me in."

—Fuck, and where was Sel? Tiara looked behind her to check...and of course, she was gone, too. God, fucking dammit. That would teach her to think about herself, to be selfish. She couldn’t even keep an eye on one of the cousins.

“Please.”

[ AI10100 , Colorless Spectrum ]

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Aurora Jane "Rorie" Etchells

It felt as if the crack of the mirror grew slowly as shattered bits fell to the counter. She took deep breaths, she needed to compose herself as always. But it just hurts... so much, even more than the pain of her bleeding knuckles. Spreading her fingers stung as she let her hand be soaked by the water. She heard Tiara by the door, telling her to let her best friend in but she didn't really want anyone to see the state that she was in right now.

"Please."

She let out a deep-seated sigh and opened the door. Her head down as she revealed herself and her bleeding hand. "Sorry." Tiara was always there to pick her up, she had always been such a mess. "I'll need to get to the infirmary for this." She showed her the stinging wounds, the dripping blood, and took a quick look at the smashed mirror. "And I'll have to pay for that." She was gonna need a drink after this. Correction, she's gonna need a lot of drinks. "Where is Sel?"

location: Bathroom|| interactions: cinnabuns || mentions: AI10100

 

[Nona]

So far on his walk down the halls that were quickly becoming familiar to him again he had yet to meet any familiar faces just yet. Maybe he had arrived really early? That would certainly be a change from his younger self, he definitely was a little less carefree than he had been in his teens. Though he felt that maybe wasn't a bad thing.

As he stopped near the gym he had pulled his phone from his pocket, still not recognising those around him fully. Had he really forgotten all these faces to easily? Maybe they had just changed a lot? He had been a social butterfly in his highschool years, floating to frind group to friend group so his list of acquaintances was alwasys long. So now, he felt a little guilty each time he would see a face but not be even close to remembering the name that matched it to the point that he was deliberately not paying attention to little waves or the odd whisper between people he was passing.

With that thought in mind he scrolled the conversation list in his phone. There was at least one old classmate he kept in touch fairly recently. Maybe they would be here? He didnt bother to check before now because until Priscilla had coaxed him, he wasn't actually going to go. Scrolling down the many conversations there his finger stopped on the namd Frankie and tapped it. While the two weren't very close when at school, they had both caught up after making it big in the entertainment industry, even working on some music together.

'Hey! Are you stopping by the school memorial? If Wynona nabbed my email I assume she got yours too'

He typed and sent out of curiosity. Obviously there would be a few others ge was confident he'd know if he saw them but most he hadn't seen in a long long time. Just as he had sent it he heard a voice not so far from him. He blinked before he looked up to spot a face he finally could match a name to. "Isaac!" He named with a friendly smile. Another classmate he was an acquaintance of at least, though again they had not really been close. That was no reason to not treat him with a friendly attitude even if he did have a sneaking suspicion Isaac didn't fully remember who Cody was. "Life's been...busy for sure. It's my first time back here since my teens..." he answered after a slight pause. He wasn't sure how to answer that question due to his current family issues that he wasn't going to share with a random old classmate so 'busy' would suffice... "What about yourself?" He then added though his attention was a bit pulled when he could hear a commotion echoing up from one of the hallways. His eyes narrowing a little, close enough to hear bits and pieces but not close enough to know what was going on.

Interaction | Isaac • Frankie (texting)

Tags | Ambiloquous Nick36545 ​

 

[Nick36545]

Frankie Mackenzie Jamerson
Mention: Nona Ambiloquous
Interaction: Nona Ambiloquous ​

Frankie heard his cellphone buzz as he pulled up into the Blackhaven high school parking lot. Then, he parked his car, and turned off the car. After that, Frankie read the text that he had received from Cody Lucero. Next, he texted Cody back saying, "Yes, I am coming to the school memorial, and I justed parked my car." Lastly, Frankie grabbed his purse, and put his phone and keys into it.

He got out of car, closed the door, and locked his car too. Next, Frankie walks into Blackhaven high school, and he sees Cody talking to Isaac. After that, he says, "Hello, Cody, and Issac how are you two doing today?" Then, Frankie waved at them, while he asked them that question. Lastly, he waited on them to answer his question.

 

[Songstress]

Stella Journal
Location: Blackhaven
Interactions: AI10100
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Stella's body felt heavier as each step brings her closer to Blackhaven High.

Maybe I should just go back to the shop. But I'm already here! Shit but what if I see them? No I probably won't since I came here early.


After fighting with her thoughts she quickly gained a little bit of confidence since she came hours earlier before the start of the event. Surely they won't be able to see her, not unless they arrive the same time she did.

"Soon as I place the flowers at the gym, I'll head straight home." she murmured to herself.

But somehow, there had been more and more people walking towards the school. At first she thought they were residents but then, they began entering the gymnasium. Finally it hits her. Stella quickly reached for her phone and released a shaky breath before pressing the power button.

Shit.

There was never a time where she got the time wrong but then she did..

at the worst time.

Thankfully, no one was able to recognize her yet so she took the chance to back out.. when suddenly, a voice calls out to her preventing her to walk away any further. Quivering with nervousness, Stella tried to act as normal as possible and mustered up the courage to turn around. Soon as she did, she recognized the person in an instant and sighed in relief knowing it wasn't the person she thought it could be.

"Oh.. Wynona good to see you. You've really changed a lot."

Stella greeted giving her a smile afterwards. Wynona Gavin was the second person who treated her kindly unlike most people. There was rivalry between them but in a friendly way. Ever since she met her, studying wasn't as boring as it was. Not wanting to stay any longer, she passed the flowers to the Valedictorian and made a request.

"Here uhh.. I'm sorry but I really have to go. Is it okay if you offer these flowers? But as much as possible don't tell anyone it was from me. Thank you Wynona."

The nerd then hurriedly dashed off leaving with a wave. She wouldn't be able to bear showing herself to Selene. She just can't. Even if Selene was to forgive her, she herself won't be able to do so.

 

[Ambiloquous]

ISAAC CAMPANA

Isaac slapped himself mentally. Here was someone who bothered to remember his name when he was at his worst, and he couldn’t do the same.

When he was thrown back the question he was asked, he didn’t think too hard before saying, “Oh, same. I haven’t been here in a while, and it’s been pretty hectic with my job as well.” He knew that his conversation partner’s attention had been divided to something happening down the hall in the middle of his talk, but it was polite to reply anyway. Probably.

When another old schoolmate he couldn’t name came up to them both and asked basically the same thing he did, he relaxed his shoulders in relief. He wasn’t the only one tripping on basic discussion starters today.

“Fine as can be on a day like this.” He waved a hand, gesturing at the immaterial concept of a day. “You?”

After he spoke, Isaac wondered if he should be worried about the racket a few steps away before he worried about unimaginative dialogue choices, and whether he was callous for wondering about worrying between the two.

Interactions | Nona Nick36545