Realistic or Modern lonely нearтѕ clυв — мaιn

[final girl.]

”lonely hearts club, do you want to be with somebody like me?” ||

marville heights. a town off the coast of the long island sound, and rumored to be the one place where all love goes to die. dreary and constantly raining, this city is just a hop and a skip away from the rehashing of the great depression. (well, excluding all the death and money issues. eh, i’ll just assume you get the point.) every day seems the same... a countless loop of dull and inhumanely boring sequences strung together on the clothesline of time.

the people living in marville aren’t much better than the town, either. yes, the usual hustle and bustle of all was adamant, and their lives whole, but they were awfully needy for having such low standards. not to mention, the town only had one high school, a high school that looked to be the oldest standing building of the entire town. it could have crumpled to the ground with a snap of the fingers. (thanos joke, no? ok) a majority of the money in the town was for the mayor to spend of his usual golfing trips in Europe, and left little change left for academic participation, besides the few sports and subjects they had. the after school curricular was diminishing as quickly as the mayor’s bank account.

without any doubt in mind, many expected that all clubs from marville heights high had been thrown out the window with a majority of other things that were supposedly unneeded. but alas, if you were desperate or curious enough to look into it, or had heard the rumors from over head, and listened closely to their directions (a left from Mr. Musi’s English, a right from the left hallway, and down toward the basement), you would find a small room just behind the janitors closet labeled with a rusting gold plaque...

the lonely hearts club.

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[final girl.]

JUKEBOX
INTERACTIONS: NONE
MENTIONS: NONE
OUTFIT: x

It was the morning of August the twentieth, and the warmth of the blazing sun reflecting onto the skyscrapers and buildings of Marville Heights was nothing compared to the undeniable bite of autumn. The temperature was enough to have you style yourself in a thick jacket and wool scarf. Brown, orange, and red leaves alike were scattered across the ground in a plethora of muted colors. As lovely as the town may have looked to the wandering eye, with its tall buildings and lively foliage, the city of Marville Heights was inevitably...

Boring. That was the only way to put it nicely.

And no one even seemed to care enough to change anything about it. Like over the course of the twenty years that Patterson Marville had been in office as mayor, the town was slowly falling to absolute nothing. After quite smugly renaming the town after him, destroying the rest of what had been an elderly carehome, and publicly announcing that he gave, quote, ‘zero fucks’ about what the people thought, he was somehow re-elected each coming year. Most people expected the system to be rigged, or he payed the government in his Ferrari money.

Needless to say, it was amazing how the people hadn’t overthrown their government two decades ago.

And being the adoptive niece of the man ruining the lives of thousands wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either.

“We come in peace. We come in peace. We co—“

With a flick of the wrist and the press of an index finger, the oddly specific alarm shut off with a adamant click! And as if on cue, there appeared a flash of bright blue from beneath a bundle of pastel blankets that appeared to be falling from the bedsheets. And if things weren’t completely off enough, the lump of fabric began to lurch, until it seemed level with the bed itself.

As the patch of blue revealed itself from its hiding, it appeared just to be the hair on the head of a girl who had half of her body to her bed, and the upper portion strewn across the floor like a rag doll. A girl by the name of none other than Jukebox.

“Not again,” she sighed, lifting herself from the ground as though it was routine. “That’s the third time this month.”

Jukebox sat there for just a moment longer, blinking away the confusion of her odd sleeping patterns and the dots of morning light from her vision. That was, before the cruel realization of what she was supposed to be preparing herself for struck her like a brick to the chin. High school. This wasn’t unlikely of her to forget after having only had about two hours of sleep each night. Bounding from the warmth and safety of her bed and landing half-hazardly to the wooden floor by her feet, she was on a race against time itself.

Skidding straight into her closet, Jukebox stood there for a moment, staring at her wide selection of clothes, before shrugging her shoulders and deciding on a set of fairly neutral colored clothing that she had found suitable for whatever her standards possibly were. Satisfied with what she had found, the girl gathered the item into her arms, and stepped into the hallway. Only to find the only bathroom in the entire house locked. Even jiggling the squeaky handle, as she usually would when these things were to happen, did nothing to evade.

“Hold your horses there, buster! I’m brushing my teeth!” The voice of Jukebox’s older sister, Stereo, resonated in response to her attempts in opening it.

“It takes you five minutes to brush your teeth?” Jukebox asked, in a tone to indicate she was believing nothing that was spouting out of her mouth. She had heard the door open while turning and shifting out of her sleep.

With a shuffling from the other side of the door, along with a few muffled curses, the door swung open, and stepped out was nothing more than a zombie of what had been Stereo the day before. Her dark chocolate eyes were heavy with sleep, and she appeared to be wearing what she had the day before. If it wasn’t anymore obvious, there was a dance club business card stuffed in the front pocket of her button-up t-shirt.

Stereo raised a finger to her lips, whispering in a semi-hushed tone. “Not a word to Teresa, okay? If she asks, I was at the library studying all last night.”

Raising her eyebrow nearly above her hairline, Jukebox questioned, “You were studying without your backpack and in fishnet leggings?”

Stereo’s eyes narrowed, the older sibling glaring bullets to disguise her growing smile at her sister’s sarcastic curiosity . “Not a word. Be downstairs for school in fifteen. Got it?”

Not waiting for an answer, the dark skinned girl turned in the direction of her room and sauntered off towards the ivory door. Jukebox stood there for a moment, watching as Stereo walked off, biting at her bottom limp as she kept herself from bursting out into laughter at her sister’s per usual antics so early in the morning. Closing the bathroom door behind her, she stifiled a giggle at what else this Monday might bring her. After all, it was just another day in Marville Heights to the townspeople, to Jukebox... or so expected...

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RYUJI SHITSUREN

ryuji shitsuren | 17 | 5'0 | bisexual | weapon addict

Marville Heights.. or as Ryuji heard it, 'Satan's Dwelling Place'. He hated Marville Heights so much, and if he had the chance to move he would. He wouldn't ever give up on an oppurtunity like that. Anything to get away from this hellhole, Ryuji would be thankful. It was just another weekday, and he had to get ready for school. As much as he didn't want to go, he had to. He had people there that he actually thought he had developed a friendship with. Or so he thought.

He had woke up to the sound of nothing more than his alarm clock going off. The noise was annoying enough, so he had just decided to get up. He was a couple hours early, waking up at 4AM instead of at 7AM. He always thought that getting up early was better because he found time to do things that he wouldn't be able to do if he got up at 7. He yawned and he turned off the alarm clock, taking a deep breath and looking around his room. Boring. Bland. The walls were white, there were lights here and there, there were plants on his windowsill, that were wilted. He didn't know why he got them if he knew he wasn't going to take care of them. He threw his legs over the bed, taking the blankets and covers off and he hummed from deep in his chest. It was quite dark outside, a perfect time to go downstairs to the negative floor, which was what Ryuji called it, and clean his weapons.

Some people thought that Ryuji actually commit crimes like murder. He never really fatally hurt someone. As soon as he heard that stab wounds don't kill someone, he started using the statement to his advantage. He knew which places were fatal and which places weren't, and if he was angry with someone, enough to the point that he would actually consider doing something like that. Which was almost never. He only kept knives and guns because he liked them. He found some type of fascination in them when he was young. So after one knife, he had to buy another. And after one switchblade, he bought more. After one gun, he bought a couple more. It was just an addiction he couldn't seem to stop. As he was walking down the stairs in his pajamas, he almost slipped and fell, but he caught himself on the rail. He turned on the light and he sighed softly, looking at the categorized tables by color and type of weapon. He was proud of himself actually. He found time to clean them every other week. Because he didn't use them quite often, so they didn't need cleaning every day. He hummed under his breath and he grabbed the washcloth, and some cleaning product in a spray bottle and he started cleaning. He planned to make it quick.

After he was finished, he set everything in their correct place, and he went back upstairs, turning off the light and closing the door behind him. He flattened out his blonde hair, which was a mess at the moment, and his blue eyes darted across the room, paying attention to every little noise he heard, making his way back upstairs to put on some clothes for the day. School was going to be terrible. Just like it would be every other day. He groaned, slumping over a little bit as he went to his closet, putting on a white collared shirt and black pants, followed by white Puma sneakers. He didn't even know how he got the money to-

Well yes he did. And that was another secret, to be kept to Ryo only. He grabbed his backpack and he set it outside the bathroom so he could brush his teeth and spruce himself up a little bit. He was used to taking showers after he got out from school, because during gym, he would sweat, and there would be no use in him taking a shower, and then "sweating all the smell off". He brushed his teeth quickly, for longer than he should, and then he smiled afterwards, his pearly whites just adding on to his innocent demeanor and appearance. He then brushed his hair and then he put on some deodorant. Because who leaves the house without deodorant? He then left the bathroom and turned off the light, and he grabbed his backpack, leaving the house quickly, an emotionless face spreading over his features as he walked to school.

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The loud screeching of his alarm clock rang hollowly in Sean's room, drawing him from a dreamless sleep. A blind hand shot out from under the covers and came crashing down onto the infernal device, silencing it. His left eye opened slowly, then the right, staring up at the ceiling motionless. He had a pounding headache from the night before and knowing the day ahead of him held didn't help matters. With a groan he sat up in bed and stared out the window. With a crack of his neck he finally found enough motivation to stand up and begin getting ready for the day. He put on a plain black sleeveless shirt with a red flannel and jeans, then grabbed his backpack. He walked out of his room towards the living room to find his father asleep on the couch, tv still on. He sighed at the sight before speaking up. "Pops." No response. Sean walked over and gently prodded his dad's leg with his foot. "Pops, at least go to your bed rather than the couch. You're going to get back problems sleeping there." Sean's voice only held minimal concern, remaining mostly flat. His dad only continued to snore, so with a shrug he moved to the tv and turned it off. He went to the entryway to the kitchen and looked back. "Whatever." he muttered before going out into the garage, slipping on his converse, grabbing his skateboard and leaving the house.

Sean skated to a nearby gas station where some other kids like him where already gathered. There was still about a half hour until school would start, but those kids would be there for at least another hour. Or until the clerk shooed them away, whichever came first. Sean gave them a silent wave, headed inside and bought an energy drink and returned to the group. "Still reeling from last night man? " one of them asked with a smirk. Sean's only response was to give the guy the finger as he took a long swig of his drink.

Last night had been yet another example of Sean picking a fight he probably shouldn't have. He had been at a park with a run down playground with the same group of individuals he was currently hanging out with. Most of them were smoking and drinking, but he was only there to skate and hang out. One of the punks, who was fairly new to the group and didn't know Sean well offered him some, which he declined. Then they persisted and Sean warned the guy he wouldn't repeat himself. Some harsh words were exchanged and they ended up fighting. Sean walked away with a cut lip, a sore jaw and a bump on the back of his head, the other guy walked away with a black eye. Today they were hanging around each other like it didn't happen. There was a sort of unspoken code in this group of kids, where after a good fair fight, things were settled and you couldn't hold a grudge. That was one of the few things Sean liked about this crowd; honor among thieves, so to speak.

"You all going to be late for the first day?" Sean asked rubbing the back of his head slightly. They collectively nodded and shrugged, which was enough an answer for him. He grabbed his board and started walking away. "Then I guess I'll catch you later." he said riding off towards the run-down high school of Marville Heights

 

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Poppy Whitaker

Mood: Chipper Dipper! | Location: High School | With: N/A
Mentions: N/A | Tags: N/A | Outfit: Pop​

Poppy had known painting a collection of constellations on her ceiling was a great idea.

As always, she woke up smiling. This time, however, it was definitely inspired by the constellations she’d painted on the ceiling. For a few minutes, she laid there, pointing to each constellation and naming them without a hitch. Cassiopeia.. the Pleiades… Orion… Big Dipper… Little Dipper… All there. Sitting up, she stretched her arms above her head. Today was going to be another great day.

Even though Marville Heights was completely and utterly boring, there was something charming about this little town. Maybe it was that it needed some color in it, and she was happy to provide it. Or maybe it was that here, people tended to find her interesting rather than crazy. Or maybe they still found her crazy, but at least she was interesting? Either way.

Leaping out of bed, Poppy dressed herself in a whirlwind of tossed clothes and thrown-on accessories. She chose a darker pink color lipstick for the day, feeling a bit adventurous. There had been a phase in which she’d obsessed completely over makeup and its application, which came in handy now. And her mother said her “hobbies” were useless.

Floating downstairs, Poppy greeted her father with a kiss on the cheek and mock-curtsied toward her mother, who rolled her eyes and continued straightening out Lilac’s skirt. Poppy’s younger sister was once again dressed as a carbon copy of their mother, a disgusting display that she had gotten used to.

Grabbing a bagel and slathering it with cream cheese, she jingled her keys to let her family know she was taking off. She climbed into her a car, a cute little station wagon that her father had called “rustic” and her mother called “common.” It took a while to start, like every morning, but that was no matter. Poppy had also once taken an interest in mechanics of cars, though she’d found her knowledge wasn’t as applicable as she’d thought. Unfortunate, really. She’d thought she’d fixed Mr. Mathers’s truck. That was a side effect of all of her hobbies—not all of them took. But she took to them!

It took a few moments to choose a radio station to listen to while she drove to school, but eventually Poppy chose the one that played country. Even though there was mostly trucks, and beer, and breakups, there was something charming about country music. She didn’t know what, but it was there.

Pulling up to the high school, Poppy checked her watch. She was early. Hm.

So, she whipped out her phone and decided to watch some YouTube videos of James Corden (whom she was very invested in right now).

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[Sook]

Bobbi was up before the sun. He often had bouts of insomnia, and spent them drawing in his room until he knew the school gates opened. It was a cold morning, so when he got dressed he put on a couple of layers. His usual denim jacket, a grey hoodie underneath and a pair of loose black trousers. Bobbi knew his dad would sleep in this morning anyway given he had a day off work, and his mother was in Beijing for work, so he didn't bother to stick around the house, or say hello to anyone. Being an only child was lonely sometimes. he checked his phone before he left, finding a message from chet which was just a picture of him drinking german beer and a few peace sign emojis. It still made him smile because it was very... "Him". Bobbi had to admit, he hated himself for how isolated he'd made himself.

He didn't reply just yet, just threw on his headphones, got on his bike and began the bracing ride through the cold morning. The school was still pretty empty, just a student or two waiting in their cars or loitering around the carpark. Bobbi parked the bike and headed for the library to return some books before class begun and borrow out a new one. He didn't really know what he wanted to read so he decided to go for anything with a nice cover. He selected a booked called "Ashes" and sat down in one of the comfy chairs to read it until the bell rang for class

 

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SORRY FOR SOME ABRUPT TIME CHANGES (maybe it's not but to me it feels like it)​

hi

ATLAS DENVER

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location: high school
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AUGUST THE 20TH

"I don't want this stupid bread, I want churros for breakfast!"

Frustrated, thoroughly expressing it with her arms crossed as Leilani's voice filled the kitchen of the household Denver. This was followed by a deep sigh of Atlas who was holding his youngest brother, Omar, on one of his arms and a few empty glasses in his free hand. "It ain't Sunday Lei and you know it, so come on just eat your breakfast or you'll be late.". With some grumpy muttering, Leilani eventually started to eat her breakfast. The glasses got filled with water and Atlas noticed Olivia rushing in with Ramiro behind her. Olivia was slightly late so she moved like a whirlwind through the kitchen, gathering all her stuff while filling her mouth with some bites of bread. "FUCK fuck, where is..."- "Your paper is in your bag." Atlas interrupted, throwing an apple for lunch at her. "Also swearing only outside the house! Mom would've pulled her slipper already." he added with a wide grin. The two both knew that swearing was a no go in the eyes of their mother, so the words would only come out when there was no sign of her around. Olivia got out of the house and Atlas quickly continued his morning journey of getting all the siblings ready for school.

"Cuídate abuela", which means take care grandma, were the last words before the house got back to a more peaceful vibe. The local elementary school was luckily not far away from where they lived, so Atlas only had to drop Leilani and Ramiro in the mornings. After school, the two would get walked back by one of the parents that had to walk the same route since he couldn't always make it on time. His grandma would take care of Omar during the day and Atlas took that over once he was back. In general he got used to this entire routine, but he did miss the freedom of just being a teen from time to time. But on the other hand, he appreciated the fact that his parents worked their butts off to get it all around so this was the least he could do. Atlas greeted a few of the parents that dropped their kids off at school as he walked in and hugged the two goodbye. "Don't wander off Rami, hold Lei's hand alright?" Atlas said, knowing that the little man often did his own thing. Every once in a while the whole house is chaos because they have no clue where he is, but then to find him completely calm somewhere under his bed or so. "Rock soccer practice today!" Atlas called after Leilani. A "Duh" and a grin was her response as she turned her head around. And with that done, was it time to get his own ass on time.

The twenty-five-minute bus drive was one of the few moments on the day where the thoughts running through Atlas' mind could get organized for a bit. If you thought that your hometown was depressing, whew.., you haven't seen Marville heights yet. Over and over again is Atlas surprised by how empty a town can look and feel? Not only appearance wise, but also when you break it down a little more and look at the mentality of the people living there and how it's managed. Somehow was it stunning to capture on camera though? A bunch of analogue pictures were gathered in a box in Atlas' room with no specific purpose yet, but he had the feeling that that would come one day. Maybe he could make some money with it. And then I can finally buy a Vector robot Atlas thought by himself. From the day it got released he wanted to get his hands on one, but didn't have the time to earn the money for it. It's a combination of a home assistant, robot and friend. All voice controlled and even able to run on your own programmed software. Or well, a bunch of nerd stuff as his younger sister calls it. Most of the people Atlas meets don't expect him to be such a tech enthusiast, but technology is evolving at a rapid pace and so is Atlas' interest. Or I'll dye my hair green, maybe that'll be able to get something other than a dead reaction out of the people here.". That's what bothered him the most: the whole 'no real opinion or depth' vibe of the town. But the bus ride was already over before he could dive deeper into the topic, so that'll be a story for another time. Atlas followed the line of people making their way into the most brain killing places he could think of. Don't get him wrong though, most of it is interesting, yet they found one of the most boring ways to bring it.

 

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like clockwork, Tsukiko woke up at six-thirty in the morning, feeling as jaded as ever by the ever-present knowledge that she had to get up & resume her daily activities of school. her alarm clock, which was the morning radio & some over-played song humming quietly with slight murmurs of white noise fading throughout. "another day, huh?" she groaned quietly as she lifted herself off the bed & dragged her feet into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. her once clear eyes were now branched with violet veins because of the lack of sleep. her beige skin was now even paler, now with her veins sprawled across her jaw. she sighed as she looked at her drab appearance, looking as if she had crawled out of a grave. as the morning sun crawled out of its lush green blanket, tsukiko dragged herself across the house, opening every window & prtending her corpse-esque appearance would absorb the rays of life of the daybreak. "Get up, Ty. I don't wanna drive today." she yawned, hoping that the bus would take another 4 hours to arrive to the bus stop.
tsukiko sat at the island at the kitchen, nursing the fried egg & toast she made for breakfast with a cup of black coffee at her side, reminding her of another sullen day at marville heights. "man, the older you get, the deader you look." remarked a familiar voice from the hallway. the voice was none other than Taiyou with a mischevious smirk spread across his face. "ha-ha. very funny." replied Tsukiko, fumbling with a napkin at her hand. "you ready to go?" she asked, grabbing her backpack & preparing her leave from the house. "kiko, you didn't even touch your breakfast. plus, it's barely time to go." he answered, grabbing the plate for himself and pouring himself a bowl of soup. "not hungry. plus, you know I down at least one bar of chocolate before 1st block." she smirked, tapping him on the head before grabbing a pair of old white sneakers and her crimson colored backpack before heading out. "I'll meet you in the bus stop, 'kay?" she asserted before walking out the door.

the bus loomed across the grey streets of the town, carrying the same bus load of kids from before, with the same tired & strained faces from one or two years before. something about this bus made you tired & feel depraved of sleep. was it the straining bright yellow? was it the rolling tires that rocked sleep with every pothole & stop in the street? whatever it was, it made tsukiko feel even more tired than before. while her brother conversed with his friends in the back, tsukiko placed her head on the seat in front of her, using her backpack as a pillow. just before tsukiko could drift into sleep, she arrived at her destination: marville heights' high school. the old & ancient high school leered at the students below with a dissonant stare, reminding them of the hours being wasted at the school. tsukiko looked up at the school tower, reminiscing of the times as a underclassmen, when times where simpler. now, she had to compete with the rest of the student body for a grab a few thousand dollars for bragging rights. despite it's importance to others, tsukiko payed little mind to the daunting competition and wondered where she would end up after marville heights. after all, this drab little town wouldn't satisfy 'kiko's needs for space & freedom. however she need to go through the life she had here; she had to live her final years of adolescence here before she could drift away. during her flashback, she had bumped into a fellow student while almost fumbling at her steps. "whoops, sorry. no hard feelings, right?" she asked, pointing at him in a finger-gun style.

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