Realistic or Modern [good old days.]

[christy]

good old days.

the story so far.

in high school, you were the best of friends. all seven of you, though different, came together because of one person. and his name is joshua wellington.

well, his name was joshua wellington.

your group of friends was well known by everyone in school and out of it. you may not have been the popular socialiser but everyone knew who you were anyway. you all had your own niche, but you all had your wild sides too. you shared a lot together. tears, romance, and of course, lots of in house drama.

after high school, you all went your separate ways. some of you kept in touch. others may not have. some of you may have even ended things on a bad note. but now, five years later, you find yourself all coming together again due to the mysterious death of the very successful joshua wellington.

in his memory, all six of you remaining decide to head up to a beach house you used to hang out in as teenagers. it belonged to joshua. you decide to spend a week there to catch up, though the main aim is to disperse his ashes into the ocean, as he had declared he had always wanted.

now that you're all back together, will secrets you've kept hidden come out? will pent up feelings bubble to the surface? the possibilities are endless...

the roles.

GENEVIEVE BEAUMONT is THE CHEERLEADER | taken by ShadyAce
the golden girl. the one that's got everything figured out. or so it seems. she's gorgeous, she's popular, and she can make people run circles around her, but it all just hides the fact that she comes from a broken home. her dad died a long time ago and she's been left with her sister, the nice girl, and perfectionist mother who constantly verbally abuses her if she doesn't do well in school or cheerleading. she's been forced her whole life to put on a perfect front, and it's turned her into a bit of a bitch. she and the rebel don't get along because she can't stand the idea that there's someone else who stands up to her -- and there may or may not be a long running grudge because of some incident or the other.

LUCA MENDES is THE JOCK | taken by nymphadora.
the boy next door. the athlete. another popular one in the group, and a major flirt. he comes from a rich household, run by only a father, since his mother died a long time ago. his younger sister is the rebel, and they grew close because their father was constantly on them, pressuring them into being the best. as a result, they both ended up choosing different paths than what their father intended. he worked hard to try and get a football scholarship, but he also kept secrets, like the fact that he stole money after his dad cut him and his sister off. he and the cheerleader used to date once upon a time and there may still be feelings left around to sort through.

CHARLENE MENDES is THE REBEL | taken by @spidey
she is the younger sister of the jock. like him, she grew under the pressure of her father who wanted them to join the family business and become lawyers. he's entirely money minded and a total crook who won't stop at anything to get what he wants. she is sure he's been up to some shady business as well, which led her further away from him. she rebelled in every possible way, staying out late, going to parties, drinking. she has her secrets too though -- like how she was dealing drugs for a short period of time in order to earn money when she got cut off from her father. she and the bad boy are best friends.

OPHELIA BEAUMONT is THE NICE GIRL | taken by nymphadora.
she's the quiet one. the one that prefers to just observe instead of passing commentary or bluntly giving her opinion and the only one she truly opened up to was the hacker. she's intelligent, always first in class, but she's been dealing with some demons of her own, like an eating disorder that stemmed from when she was in middle school and was bullied by some of the popular kids. she too, was pressured by her mother to become something great, but she was always more polite and more conservative than her older sister, the cheerleader. she loves to help people but holding her feelings in can only last so long and soon enough, she may just snap.

ZACHARY DRESCHNER is THE HACKER | taken by @spidey
he's the total nerd. he can always be seen with his computer, and he does jobs for people, tracking things down or getting info for them -- all at a price of course. he started this out in order to help his mother. his dad was a deadbeat who never stuck around and his mother soon was diagnosed with cancer. they were struggling to make ends meet from the start and it got worse with medical bills, so he put his talent with computers to good use to make some money. he's the guy that knows pretty much everything about anyone, but keeps to himself most of the time. he usually responds with quips and sarcasm. he has harboured a major crush on the nice girl for a long time and oddly enough, his closest friend is the jock.

OLIVER ANDERSON is THE BAD BOY | taken by ShadyAce
he's the guy from the wrong side of the tracks. trouble seems to find him wherever he goes. he's bounced around various different foster homes and has never truly known who his parents were. his current foster parents couldn't give a shit about him either, but he couldn't care less because he has a bed to sleep in at the end of the day. he hung around with some bad company for a short while and as a result, he has a secret that he's been struggling with. he has harboured feelings for the rebel for a while now but he and the jock don't get along.

code by spidey

 

[christy]

Charlene Mendes | the rebel

location: the cabin || interactions: nobody

Eleven days.

It had been eleven days since Charlie had found out about the death of Joshua Wellington.

It had been nine days since she attended his funeral.

It had been five days since Charlie had proposed the idea to head to Joshua's cabin by the beach in order to disperse his ashes into the sea, like he had always wanted.

It had been only one day since Charlie began to drive herself crazy with theories as to what could have happened to her late friend.

Charlie didn't get much sleep on a daily basis as it was, and needless to say, after hearing about Joshua's death, her insomnia didn't get any better. So, she had put her sleeplessness to use by driving all night to get to the beach house. Fortunately, it was her semester break, or she would have been missing two weeks worth of college classes just to return to her hometown. The main reason she left was to leave everything behind. Although she made that promise to herself the moment she got accepted into college, she found herself crawling back a few months ago, and to the person she wanted to interact with least.

Ever since returning for the funeral, Charlie had done everything possible to avoid her father, and in turn, her brother, because meeting the former would mean receiving some dirty task that her father would want her to do in exchange for having her ass saved in college, while meeting the latter would only result in a mound of guilt and even shame because of her hypocritical actions. Charlie swore to never ask her father for anything, and yet, in the face of trouble, she took the easy way out.

Charlie supposed that in many ways, she actually was like her father, since he would never let her live this down, and Charlie didn't exactly let go of things that easily either. Which was probably why this whole 'week at the beach house' reunion was a recipe for disaster.

Nevertheless, Charlie tried to look at the bright side of things as she pulled up outside the beach house in her beat up car, just as the sun was beginning to rise. The brunette felt a bit of nostalgia settling in, as she hoisted her lone duffel bag with her across the porch and into the house, using the spare key Joshua's parents had given her. The place looked the same as the last time she was there -- and that had easily been around three or four years ago.

Not expecting anyone else to arrive just yet, Charlie took her time, trying to set the place up a bit. She dusted here and there, set out sheets and blankets in each of the four spare rooms. It wouldn't be enough if they all wanted a room to themselves, but she was confident they could all adjust for a week. Charlie would easily fit on the couch.

In fact, that was where she collapsed when she was done tidying up. She figured she had a bit more time left so she decided to give sleeping another shot.

 

[christy]

Zachary Dreschner | the hacker

location: in a bus || interactions: nobody

"Zach?"

"Yeah, ma?" The dark haired boy quickly abandoned the clothes he had been holding to head into his mother's room next door. She'd been discharged from the hospital a while ago, but that had only made Zach more attentive and determined to stick around the house. After high school, he hadn't opted to go to a fancy college out of state, even if he could have easily gotten a scholarship with his grades and 'other skills'. Instead, he opted to use said skills to just make a lot of money. He was doing pretty well for himself, and he'd managed to get his mother all the treatment she deserved. Things had been moving along relatively slow in his life, till he heard about Joshua's death.

Zach came to a standstill outside his mother's bedroom door, and he noticed that his brother Brayden had beat him to it. The guy was supposed to be off at college. That was the agreement. Zach had been more than happy to stay back and look after their mother so his brother could try and lead a more normal life and pursue what he wanted to, but unbeknownst to him, a few days ago, after the news about Joshua got around, Zach's mother called her youngest son into town, all so Zach could go for that reunion to disperse Joshua's ashes.

Zach had been insistent not to go. Nobody would miss him if he didn't show up, and his mother needed him more. He had made up his mind until his mother forced him to change it.

"It's alright, I just needed my pillows fluffed," his mother explained with a small smile as Brayden attempted to do just that.

"Maybe I shouldn't go," Zach tried once again, leaning against the door frame.

"Zachary Joel Dreschner, if you make an excuse one more time, I will get out of this bed just to clobber you."

Zach chuckled softly but still felt a little uneasy. Brayden was perfectly capable of taking care of their mother on his own, but Zach would never be able to forgive himself if anything happened while he wasn't around to help.

"Shouldn't you get going?" Brayden asked, sitting down on the nearby armrest and looking at Zach. "You'll miss the bus."

Zach nodded. He had finished packing -- well, he had dumped some clothes in a bag and declared it as a job well done. All he really needed was his laptop because at least that way, work didn't have to stop even if he was going to the beach house.

"Remember, no matter what, if something seems wrong, you call me, okay?" He looked to both his mother and Brayden for a nod of approval and understanding on this and only then was Zach's mind eased, at least slightly. He had been so preoccupied with his mother and this whole situation that he hardly got time to properly digest the fact that Joshua was dead. It hadn't hit him at the funeral, nor had it hit him when Charlie suggested they all head to the beach house for a week.

No, it hit Zach once he was packed and ready to go and had taken his seat on the more or less empty bus. And he was glad it was empty because at least he could get his feelings out in silence.

 

[nymphadora.]

; ❛ luca oscar mendes // the jock. ❜

Luca was still in shock by the sudden news.

He never expected for his best friend to pass so suddenly; everyone said that Luca would be the first one to go, despite how morbid it sounded, it made sense by how reckless he could be. And now with Joshua gone, it felt wrong, like a terrible contest and Luca came second place, and his prize was a load of grief and a missing best friend. Sleep was already hard enough to come by; Luca was constantly in a state of mild dread as he ignored his problems of a revoked scholarship and the possibly inevitable meeting his with father, with the death and funeral of his high school best friend piling on top, it was just easier to not sleep entirely. There were moments where Luca was able to nap for a few hours when his body begged for it, but his mind was moving faster than his body, and if he was still for just a moment, Luca was going to implode on the spot.

Luca tried to blast the radio as loudly as he could, anxiously trying to distract his directionless train of thought onto to something more relaxing. The male couldn't care less if others thought of him as arrogant or loud. He struggled to care lately; everything felt like it was going down the drain. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he followed the directions on his phone, his focus flickering between the illuminated screen of his phone and the road ahead of him. Perhaps having that one shot of wasn't the best idea. Luca wasn't intoxicated, but it definitely didn't help with the swarm of unwanted butterflies that fluttered in his stomach. As he parked in front of the cabin, Luca plucked a piece of gum from a packet and began to chew anxiously. God, this was going to be a mess.

With one foot in front of the other, Luca made his way up the staircase and entered the cabin, placing his duffle bag full of clothes next to the door with a casual throw.

"Hell-- oh." Luca's voice trailed off into nothingness as his dark eyes noticed his sister asleep -- hopefully asleep -- on the couch. Cautiously, Luca tip-toed past her and headed straight to the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water and throwing away the flavourless gum away. The view that surrounded the cabin relaxed the male for a bit, but with the week ahead of them and old faces from the past showing up once more, Luca didn't have much hope.

with: charlie (mentioned).
tags: @spidey.
location: on a bus > front porch.
outfit: outfit.

 

[nymphadora.]

; ❛ ophelia may beaumont // the nice girl. ❜

Ophelia had never learned how to drive and, as she sat in the back of the bus with her earbuds in and her gaze outside the window, she wished she did.

No one in her family encouraged her to drive; not her older sister or her mother, no one particularly cared for Ophelia to travel via bus or to try work for a cheap car. When she needed to leave, Ophelia would simply borrow a few dollars from her mother's purse without her noticing and return it when she could. Did she feel terrible about stealing? Absolutely, but it was safer than asking her sister for a lift. Yet, with the memories of high-school flooding her focus, it felt strange to be sitting on the bus. Ophelia's boss -- Mr Hardy -- had been more than generous to lend her a few extra dollars for a ticket, even offering to call an Uber if she really wanted to (She didn't, it already felt like she was asking too much with asking for a week off work).

Still, it felt unusual to be on the bus. The feeling of sickly dread churned in Ophelia's stomach, with each sharp turn and abrupt stop it made her feel like gagging. Her fingers rattled with nervousness; she'd wish she was meet her old high school peers under better circumstances, death was quite a morbid way to reunite with an old pal, but Ophelia could hardly call any of them a friend. Besides one or two, and the exclusion of her sister, Ophelia had only met the rest at least once or twice. She wasn't even that close with Joshua thinking about it; Sure, she helped with homework when he asked politely, but that was really it. The blonde couldn't deny a dead man's wish, though; that was just rude.

As the bus pulled up at the edge of the driveway, Ophelia kindly thanked the driver with a weak smile and began to drag her feet, and suitcase up the winding pathway. Her heart felt like it was running at a hundred miles an hour, perhaps it was a better idea to turn around and go home, she could hide in her apartment for the week and pretend she went? The thought didn't seem terrible, but Ophelia also didn't want to hear her boss lecture her through a thick, Scottish accent. Her eyes fell on the sight of the cabin doors, and Ophelia's entire body felt heavy like lead. This is a mistake, Ophelia thought to herself as she rubbed her tired eyes behind her thick glasses. The blonde couldn't bring herself to open the door and pull herself through the door frame, her mind was rushing through a million thoughts, and it felt like too much.

Instead, Ophelia moved herself to the porch's railing and sighed, leaning her petite body against the wooden frame. Just a few minutes, then she'll go inside.

with: no one.
tags: no one.
location: on a bus > front porch.
outfit: dress, glasses + shoes.

 

[ShadyAce]

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[div class=block]interactions[/div] ophelia nymphadora. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=text] [div class=scroll] Joshua was gone, and even as Levi weaved through traffic, the feeling of wind on his skin and blood pumping through his veins, it didn't feel real. Joshua had been one of the reasons Levi didn't rot away in the dark corners of forgotten streets. And perhaps more importantly, one of the reasons he didn't want to.

Levi only knew Joshua outside of his friend group, and the only one he was certain wasn't afraid of him was Charlie. But apparently, he wasn't capable of holding onto the few friends he made in high school. Joshua moved onto bigger, most likely better things, and even with how close the pair was, unspoken feelings and unfortunate circumstances resulted in a lack of communication.

Nine days ago was the funeral; it'd been nine days since he'd agreed to this plan. And why? Guilt, mostly. And guilt was the singular dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach that was keeping Levi on the road, towards the house. After every sign he passed, plastered with large letters screaming about what could be best defined as his hometown, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him, causing a twitch in his fingers, begging to turn his bike around.

Levi parked his motorcycle away from the cabin, not wanting his arrival to be announced with the roar of an engine. He walked the remainder of the distance, dragging his feet and hanging his head. This reunion of perhaps the most unlikely group could only be a terrible idea, clashing personalities and old feuds drudged up from the bottom of the lake, creating murky waters. God, he was not going to enjoy this.

His dark brown eyes finally glanced up, the beach house looming with a eerie lifelessness. Though, there stood one lone girl on the porch, long blonde hair and a skinny frame, though lacking the glare and aura that followed Genevieve around. Ophelia Beaumont, a girl he'd simply observed and never really spoken to, with her bags strewn across the porch.

Levi re-shouldered his small bag - he packed scarily light - and ambled up the stairs to lean on the rail next to the girl. "So, Ophelia," the name felt foreign on his tongue, "I suppose we finally have some common trauma to bond over." Levi's dark brown eyes continued to stare straight ahead as he wait for her to respond. Was it took dark? Certainly. But Levi didn't know what else to say, and walking straight past her without acknowledgement seemed rude. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

 

[ShadyAce]

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[div class=block]location

kitchen
[div class=block]interactions[/div] luca nymphadora. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=text] [div class=scroll] The last thing Genevieve wanted to do was go back.

The funeral had been nine days ago, and begrudgingly, she went. Only for Joshua. Who somehow, saw who she was under all her thick skin and facades. But that also meant she had to see everyone else - one of the numerous reasons she'd packed up and moved across the country.

And yet somehow, here she was again, in her damned hometown, driving along streets she knew, and some she didn't. Gen had never visited Joshua's beach house, honestly, she didn't know it existed. Questions swirled in her mind, and a sickening sense of fluttering in her stomach; had she really known Joshua well?

She pulled up in her car to the beach house, her eyes shortly training in on the people on the porch. "Oh fuck no," Gen muttered under her breath, turning away and grabbing her bags from the bag - which for Gen, was a surprisingly small amount (but probably still more than everyone else). With a bag hoisted over her shoulder, and a suitcase trailing behind her, Genevieve stormed passed her eyes never once flickering away from the door.

It was a good thing she chose not to slam it, as when she walked in, her blue eyes shortly landed on Charlie's—Charlene's—figure slumped on the couch. Not so much because she didn't wake her up, more so that she didn't have deal with her yet. Their minimal, awkward communication at the funeral just over a week ago was too much for Gen.

And god forbid, she fall back into her habits developed in high school.

The female cautiously dragged her bags to the corner of the living room. It didn't look big enough on the outside to have six separate bedrooms, which was not what Gen signed up for.

Gen ambled around the house, a sigh escaping her lips as she rounded a corner to the kitchen, before her feet froze in place, her muscles becoming stiff. Her mouth felt dry, and still, out came "Luca." [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

 

[christy]

Charlene Mendes | the rebel

location: living room || interactions: luca nymphadora. , gen ShadyAce

Charlie hadn't always been a very light sleeper. But as of late, when sleep alone was hard to come by, she found herself waking at the smallest of sounds. This time took a little longer than usual, probably because she'd actually managed to fall asleep, even if for just a few minutes. Cleaning up the house had been a way to distract herself, but it had also left her exhausted, which pretty much explained it.

Charlie's eyes fluttered open and she knew she was no longer alone in the cabin. Groaning, she sat up and looked toward the door where she could hear faint voices. Some people had arrived but were hanging out outside the house, for whatever reason. Charlie also noticed that a bag was left on the floor by the door which meant that someone was already in the house. Furrowing her eyebrows, she got to her feet and glanced around before ultimately deciding to go into the kitchen. As much as Charlie believed that this trip was meant to 'bury the hatchet', so to speak, she didn't think she'd be able to deal with opening the front door and coming face to face with Genevieve Beaumont.

But Charlie did not notice the pile of bags in the corner of the living room that only Gen was capable of bringing, as she made her way into the kitchen. Only once she stepped inside did she realise what she had gotten herself into. One was a friendly face while the other... wasn't. Not so much. But both were people that Charlie had been trying to avoid, for different reasons. What luck.

"Hey," she forced herself to say, so she didn't stand there like an idiot, staring at the two of them. There was already enough tension in the air without her being there, considering Luca and Gen used to date -- something Charlie had not been particularly fond of, but something she chose not to think about right now. "Glad you could make it," she said, speaking to both of them, because, all differences aside, she was glad they came for Joshua.

Moving toward her brother, she lifted her arms for a hug. As guilty and ashamed as she felt deep inside, he was still her brother at the end of the day, and she had missed him.

 

[christy]

Zachary Dreschner | the hacker

location: front porch || interactions: levi ShadyAce , ophelia nymphadora.

The bus ride over had been quick enough, with Zach being distracted by his work the entire trip. Fortunately the bus made a stop on the road that was right in front of the beach house that belonged to Joshua which meant that he only needed to walk for about five minutes or so, to reach the house after getting off the bus. He knew this because it was how he came here last time too. It felt similar, yet it was also so different. Joshua was no longer around, for one, and everyone else... well, some things from high school stayed the same, while some changed. This trip was bound to be a bloodbath, at the very least, but Zach felt hopeful that there would be some kind of calm after the storm.

With that positive thought in mind, he'd gotten off the bus, shouldered his duffel bag, and walked to the house in the distance. He'd seen people crowding around the front door as he approached. One was a dark haired male and the other was a head of long, blonde hair, which admittedly gave Zach butterflies. Ophelia Beaumont was perhaps the only one he sort of kept in touch with even after high school. Both of them got busy too so they didn't talk as much as they might have in high school, but they continued to speak, on occasion, and to this day, his mother continued to nag him about asking her out.

The closer he got the house, the more sure he was about who was currently on the porch. Along with Ophelia was Levi, a guy that Zach hadn't really interacted with much during high school, but, well, maybe this could be some kind of fresh start.

Putting on a smile, Zach tightened his grip on the strap of his duffel bag as he climbed the porch steps. "Hey," he said, looking between the two individuals. "Are we the first ones here or are we late to the party?" Of course, Zach had to try and hide any negative feelings he may be having behind humour.