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"The Calm after the Storm."

Iskolde

Lord Szatan

















The Kids Aren't Alright



It was cold and rainy the morning after the storm ravaged the coast of Parish Point. Clouds still rolled over the sky above the town like a blanket layed over it to cover them from the burning sun. Every shop and home in town looked to be closed up for the day, the rain water still flooding the streets at almost ankle high keeping them from opening up for now. It seemed like a giant shadow was cast over the town, a dark and gloomy morning much more fit for a funeral than a normal morning. Only a few people ambled around the streets and those that did came into their destinations with shoes wet and and a deep frown marred onto their faces. On the corner of Farry Way and Hallow Street, a police officer stapled a very crudely made flyer to a telephone pole. The flyer was an all too bright and cheery contrast to the gloomy mist of the morning and advertised a beach clean to be held that morning. The cartoon whale plastered on the flyer smiled back against the dark sky and the officer hanging up the posters was getting tired of his perpetual optimism. Somewhere a teenager stopped his bike at the edge of the beach and balked at the sight laid out before him. A beached whale laid dying on the sand and the boy was quick to turn his bike around, rushing past smiling whale posters until he came to a stop in front of the police station. The sky rumbled and a light drizzle began again just as he barged into the place with news of the whale on his tongue. Far away from the police station, a man hefted a tree branch onto his shoulder as he tried to move away the pieces of a tree that had fallen on his workshed. The man wiped his brow and sighed as he gazed over the damage, it would take days to get the whole tree moved away and days more to salvage what he could of his shed. His wife emerged from the house and handed him a water bottle before they both went back to picking up pieces of the downed tree. Back in town, the officer who had been hanging up the flyers was now standing on the edge of the beach, staring at the whale just as the boy on the bike had been only a few minutes before. The whale was barely moving, it’s fins flopping about helplessly on the wet sand. It would take a while for them to get the thing back into the ocean and the officer was concerned about their decision to get a bunch of teenagers to do this job. He shook his head and we’re brought to another scene. A woman shakes her head as she looks over her poor garden, completely upheaved by the torrential downpour and months of hard work ruined. Again, we see the destroyed workshop and the beached whale in a quick flash. The devastation is immense.

The students of both Parish Bay and Hartfield were being commissioned, or rather forced, to help clean up the devastated beach in the aftermath of the storm. Tensions between the townsfolk had been boiling over to an almost dangerous point and Mayor Flint had thought it a good idea to bring the students of the town together to do something important. Although the mayor had her heart in the right place, this idea also held potential to escalate tensions beyond what they already were. After all, it’s never a good idea to put a lion and a hyena alone together, one of them will always come out worse for wear, or dead. While it wasn’t likely that someone was going to die, fights were very likely, if not guaranteed, to happen. But Mayor flint was dead set on her resolution to get the kids to do it and no one was changing the woman’s mind. The rain picked up slightly outside, now a hard sprinkle with the potential for another downpour building up behind it. The time was coming up at nine in the morning and various students were beginning to make their way out of their homes with rain boots and jackets to keep the rain away from their skin. Several students had already made it down to the beach and were picking up debris from the sand and shoving it into trash bags or helping police officers and some few adults in their attempt to roll their beached whale back into the ocean. The sun was just barely visible beyond the thick coating of clouds in the sky and the visibility on the beach was low. Adult advisors walked the line of the beach with large flashlights in their hands, trying to make it a little easier to see for their teenage workers but it didn’t do much. The rain was only getting stronger, now more than a drizzle, it sprinkled down onto the beach with a renewed vigor and the sky appeared to get even darker. This was not a good setting for two groups of teenagers who seemed to tolerate each other at best and despise each other at worst. Perhaps this was a foreshadowing for things to come, but for right now it was just dreadfully dreary.



code by ditto (head empty go bonk)



It was cold and rainy the morning after the storm ravaged the coast of Parish Point. Clouds still rolled over the sky above the town like a blanket layed over it to cover them from the burning sun. Every shop and home in town looked to be closed up for the day, the rain water still flooding the streets at almost ankle high keeping them from opening up for now. It seemed like a giant shadow was cast over the town, a dark and gloomy morning much more fit for a funeral than a normal morning. Only a few people ambled around the streets and those that did came into their destinations with shoes wet and and a deep frown marred onto their faces. On the corner of Farry Way and Hallow Street, a police officer stapled a very crudely made flyer to a telephone pole. The flyer was an all too bright and cheery contrast to the gloomy mist of the morning and advertised a beach clean to be held that morning. The cartoon whale plastered on the flyer smiled back against the dark sky and the officer hanging up the posters was getting tired of his perpetual optimism. Somewhere a teenager stopped his bike at the edge of the beach and balked at the sight laid out before him. A beached whale laid dying on the sand and the boy was quick to turn his bike around, rushing past smiling whale posters until he came to a stop in front of the police station. The sky rumbled and a light drizzle began again just as he barged into the place with news of the whale on his tongue. Far away from the police station, a man hefted a tree branch onto his shoulder as he tried to move away the pieces of a tree that had fallen on his workshed. The man wiped his brow and sighed as he gazed over the damage, it would take days to get the whole tree moved away and days more to salvage what he could of his shed. His wife emerged from the house and handed him a water bottle before they both went back to picking up pieces of the downed tree. Back in town, the officer who had been hanging up the flyers was now standing on the edge of the beach, staring at the whale just as the boy on the bike had been only a few minutes before. The whale was barely moving, it’s fins flopping about helplessly on the wet sand. It would take a while for them to get the thing back into the ocean and the officer was concerned about their decision to get a bunch of teenagers to do this job. He shook his head and we’re brought to another scene. A woman shakes her head as she looks over her poor garden, completely upheaved by the torrential downpour and months of hard work ruined. Again, we see the destroyed workshop and the beached whale in a quick flash. The devastation is immense.



The students of both Parish Bay and Hartfield were being commissioned, or rather forced, to help clean up the devastated beach in the aftermath of the storm. Tensions between the townsfolk had been boiling over to an almost dangerous point and Mayor Flint had thought it a good idea to bring the students of the town together to do something important. Although the mayor had her heart in the right place, this idea also held potential to escalate tensions beyond what they already were. After all, it’s never a good idea to put a lion and a hyena alone together, one of them will always come out worse for wear, or dead. While it wasn’t likely that someone was going to die, fights were very likely, if not guaranteed, to happen. But Mayor flint was dead set on her resolution to get the kids to do it and no one was changing the woman’s mind. The rain picked up slightly outside, now a hard sprinkle with the potential for another downpour building up behind it. The time was coming up at nine in the morning and various students were beginning to make their way out of their homes with rain boots and jackets to keep the rain away from their skin. Several students had already made it down to the beach and were picking up debris from the sand and shoving it into trash bags or helping police officers and some few adults in their attempt to roll their beached whale back into the ocean. The sun was just barely visible beyond the thick coating of clouds in the sky and the visibility on the beach was low. Adult advisors walked the line of the beach with large flashlights in their hands, trying to make it a little easier to see for their teenage workers but it didn’t do much. The rain was only getting stronger, now more than a drizzle, it sprinkled down onto the beach with a renewed vigor and the sky appeared to get even darker. This was not a good setting for two groups of teenagers who seemed to tolerate each other at best and despise each other at worst. Perhaps this was a foreshadowing for things to come, but for right now it was just dreadfully dreary.
 
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Iskolde

Lord Szatan


The morning looked almost as distressed as Sawyer felt. This thing on her foot was beginning to become quite the nuisance and she was tempted to just see if she could go without it. Though, after much convincing from her father, Sawyer decided it wasn’t worth the risk of perpetually jacking up her ankle. Basketball would be starting next month and the last thing Sawyer needed was a fucked ankle during the season. So here she was, struggling with the straps of this godforsaken contraption and failing miserably. Was that right? Sawyer stood up off her bed and took a single step before deciding that definitely wasn’t right. Pain laced it’s way up her ankle and Sawyer sat back down on the bed with a hiss. Maybe she could just use this as an excuse not to go to this stupid beach clean up? No. She had said she’d go with Hyacinth and she wasn’t about to back out on that. Sawyer took a deep breath before leaning down and trying again to wrestle with the boot until it looked right. Test trail number two was a lot more successful and sawyer was able to finally walk out of her room and into the living room. Sawyer hobbled over in front of her father, who was lazing about in his stupid recliner as per usual, and pointed to the boot with raised eyebrows.

“Did I do that right?” She questioned her father. He sat up in his chair and looked down at the boot with a cocked head. The recliner's footrest was suddenly down and her father was bent over adjusting the boot even further.

“There. That’s good I think.” Oliver straightened back up and gave his daughter a smile. Sawyer nodded her head resolutely and made her way over to the coat rack next to the door. Her fingers brushed past entirely too many coats for two people until they singled out a familiar feel. The black military jacket was removed from it’s hook and placed around Sawyer’s shoulders in the blink of an eye. Oliver was up from his chair and was throwing Sawyer’s beanie across the room, pretending to be shooting a basketball as he did so. “Andrews for three!” Sawyer caught the beanie and slid the thing over her hair, grinning at her dad.

“And he scores! The Pirates for the win!” Sawyer drummed her hands against the door in an imitation of clapping and whooped loudly. Oliver plopped back down in his chair and waved his daughter off.

“Be careful going to Hyacinth’s, those roads out there are probably bad.” He informed her just as Sawyer was stepping foot out of the door. She simply nodded her response and was gone. The weather was cold and it bit into Sawyer’s exposed face like a knife, she pulled her beanie down low over her ears and shivered. Outside in the driveway was she and her fathers pride and joy, a pet project that had gone a lot better than expected in the end. The 1969 Santorini Blue mustang convertible was quite literally the love of Sawyer’s life. She smiled as she opened the door and climbed inside. The leather seats felt a whole lot like a hug from a loved one as Sawyer pulled out of the driveway on her way to Hyacinth’s home. The place was outside of town and down the possibly the longest road in the whole town. The way was muddy from last night's storm but Sawyer traversed it with little worry, she’d done this a few times before, the car could handle it just fine. She was blasting music a little too loud as the house finally came into view, but she was hardly paying attention to how loud it was. The second she was in close enough range, Sawyer honked her car horn in announcement of her arrival. When she was finally parked, she shot Hyacinth a text as well.

“I have arrived. It’s cold, put a jacket on.” And with that, we wait.


Sawyer
"I'm always such a drag."
location? Outside Hya's hosue
outfit? That goddamn jacket and beanie
interactions? Hyacinth ( le reveur le reveur
any last words?
It's cold as fuck.
coded by incandescent



The morning looked almost as distressed as Sawyer felt. This thing on her foot was beginning to become quite the nuisance and she was tempted to just see if she could go without it. Though, after much convincing from her father, Sawyer decided it wasn’t worth the risk of perpetually jacking up her ankle. Basketball would be starting next month and the last thing Sawyer needed was a fucked ankle during the season. So here she was, struggling with the straps of this godforsaken contraption and failing miserably. Was that right? Sawyer stood up off her bed and took a single step before deciding that definitely wasn’t right. Pain laced it’s way up her ankle and Sawyer sat back down on the bed with a hiss. Maybe she could just use this as an excuse not to go to this stupid beach clean up? No. She had said she’d go with Hyacinth and she wasn’t about to back out on that. Sawyer took a deep breath before leaning down and trying again to wrestle with the boot until it looked right. Test trail number two was a lot more successful and sawyer was able to finally walk out of her room and into the living room. Sawyer hobbled over in front of her father, who was lazing about in his stupid recliner as per usual, and pointed to the boot with raised eyebrows.

“Did I do that right?” She questioned her father. He sat up in his chair and looked down at the boot with a cocked head. The recliner's footrest was suddenly down and her father was bent over adjusting the boot even further.

“There. That’s good I think.” Oliver straightened back up and gave his daughter a smile. Sawyer nodded her head resolutely and made her way over to the coat rack next to the door. Her fingers brushed past entirely too many coats for two people until they singled out a familiar feel. The black military jacket was removed from it’s hook and placed around Sawyer’s shoulders in the blink of an eye. Oliver was up from his chair and was throwing Sawyer’s beanie across the room, pretending to be shooting a basketball as he did so. “Andrews for three!” Sawyer caught the beanie and slid the thing over her hair, grinning at her dad.

“And he scores! The Pirates for the win!” Sawyer drummed her hands against the door in an imitation of clapping and whooped loudly. Oliver plopped back down in his chair and waved his daughter off.

“Be careful going to Hyacinth’s, those roads out there are probably bad.” He informed her just as Sawyer was stepping foot out of the door. She simply nodded her response and was gone. The weather was cold and it bit into Sawyer’s exposed face like a knife, she pulled her beanie down low over her ears and shivered. Outside in the driveway was she and her fathers pride and joy, a pet project that had gone a lot better than expected in the end. The 1969 Santorini Blue mustang convertible was quite literally the love of Sawyer’s life. She smiled as she opened the door and climbed inside. The leather seats felt a whole lot like a hug from a loved one as Sawyer pulled out of the driveway on her way to Hyacinth’s home. The place was outside of town and down the possibly the longest road in the whole town. The way was muddy from last night's storm but Sawyer traversed it with little worry, she’d done this a few times before, the car could handle it just fine. She was blasting music a little too loud as the house finally came into view, but she was hardly paying attention to how loud it was. The second she was in close enough range, Sawyer honked her car horn in announcement of her arrival. When she was finally parked, she shot Hyacinth a text as well.

“I have arrived. It’s cold, put a jacket on.” And with that, we wait.
 
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Chimney Swift

Allergic to Charisma
MOOD: Apprehensive
location: The French Residence --> Beach
interaction Stu French, Martin French Dede Dede


OLIVER DREYFUSS

The howling winds, cracking of branches and the sheets of rain pounding at the sides of the Frenches' house kept their anxious young guest wide awake, silently curled up on the couch and flinching at every flash of lighting, shielding his ears for the claps of thunder that followed. Around midnight, a deafening bang shook the whole house as a tall street tree broke down and crushed the house across the street, sending glass and debris spraying into the road. Oliver cried out sharply, only to stifle himself with his hand, taking in shallow rapid breaths as he dug his nails into the sides of his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

Perhaps it was a bit juvenile of Oliver, who had just turned fifteen in August, to still be frightened and pained by loud noises. He always had been, though, and certainly always would be. He couldn't help it. His senses were razor sharp and the wiring in his brain tangled and misconnected them, so these kinds of things: loud sounds, bright lights, strange textures... they hurt him.

The storm wasn't the only reason he was awake, either. He didn't know this house-- or anyone in it, really. Oliver didn't really know anyone. He'd been living in Parish Point for the better part of the last 4 years, but he spent most of that time just trying to survive his mother's brutal rages, living one hiding place to the next. He'd gotten quite good at this: slipping away to school early in the morning, stowing away in the library until it closed, and sneaking back home after his mother and sisters left to drink themselves into a stupor, repeating the process in the morning. But through this, he'd had little opportunity to make friends.

By the morning, Oliver was leaning listlessly against the arm of the couch, with a pounding headache and a dry burn in his shadowed brown eyes.

The news broke in the morning that school had been canceled. Oliver read the blithely-worded message over and over, mouthing the words to himself in disbelief as his breath caught in his chest. Oh, no. Oh, no no no no no. There went his pre-calculus test, the one meal he could expect to have on any given day, and the fragile peace of a familiar environment. He swallowed back on the knot of panic forming in his throat.

He dragged himself off the couch, slinking off into the bathroom. He was a mess. Dark locks plastered to his forehead, a sallow ashen tone over his face, deep dark circles under his eyes. Under his dark blue hoodie he looked small and feeble, as though the dwindling winds outside could snap him in half. Under his sleeves and collar, a smattering of bruises were just barely visible on his neck and wrists. He winced at the sight of them, adjusting his clothes to mask them more effectively. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if Stu would mind if he used the shower.

A few minutes after, Stu and his father were up and dressed. Apparently school for the day had been replaced with a beach cleanup expedition. Oliver settled down a bit at this news... at least he didn't have to go home. In that, he was safe. Mr. French handed Oliver a pair of gloves for the task. Though Oliver recoiled at the leathery texture, he slid them on anyways.

As the two boys buckled into the car, Oliver remained silent. He hadn't said a word this whole time, actually: he frequently lost his ability to speak when kept in a state of overwhelm like this. He'd been talking to Stu using his phone, though... a bit odd, perhaps, but he still needed to communicate somehow. As Mr. French started the car and pulled away from the house, Oliver shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wringing his hands and watching the brown-tainted water splash up from under the car and run down the window. The windshield wiper made a very unsettling scraping sound, which Oliver felt dig into his spine like needles. He furtively covered his ears and slumped back in his seat, curling his legs up as much as he could.

At the end of the road, Mr. French slowed the car down in front of the church. The greenery in front was torn up, the gravel pathway mostly washed away, and worst of all a branch stuck through one of the windows. The sight of the damage sent a wave of unease through the atmosphere, though Oliver oddly seemed oblivious to this. A lot of buildings were damaged. He didn't understand that this one was more significant to the Frenches. He broke the silence with a dry cough, feeling a dull pain in his throat. Probably just mild dehydration. If he was getting sick from being stuck in the rain last night he'd just have to suck it up anyhow. No way was he going to stay at his family's apartment and rest. Just the thought chilled him to the bone.








code by valen t.
 

Dede

McNugget
Stu

It felt wrong to admit it, but the storm was the most excitement Stu had had in a long while. He kind of wished it didn't stop, granted nobody got hurt and all that. . .

Last night he had mounted a daring rescue mission to save the life of one Private Oliver Dreyfuss, who found himself trapped behind enemy lines and needed urgent extraction. It was a difficult operation, with bad visibility all round and inclement weather. For a moment, he even lost radio contact with the Private Dreyfuss. But by the heroics of all personnel involved, the Private was saved and brought back to the base camp.

Then on the way back, as they had so meticulously planned, Stu told his dad that Oliver was his friend, so that Oliver didn’t have to go home and see his mum. Why didn’t Oliver want to go home to his mother? It didn’t make a whole lot of sense, since Stu would do just about anything to be able to see his own mother again.

It wasn’t often Stu brought a “friend” home, and Martin was just as excited and nervous at the prospect of his son having a friend, that he made sure that Oliver felt welcomed enough to ever come back again. It had been rough since they moved from England. Stu wasn’t really settling in at school, and Martin felt a little guilty that he’d made him wear that silly necktie to school. Last he heard all the kids were still teasing him about it. But Stu said it wasn’t a big deal, that he liked the name Neck Tie and it was all harmless fun. Stu liked to pretend he was well-liked and that he was getting along with everybody at school, but Martin wasn’t born yesterday. (He was born many yesterdays ago in fact which would explain his Twitter feed).

Martin brought out all the snacks in the world and lay them out on the coffee table. ‘What would you like to drink, Oliver?’ he said. ‘Do we have coke?’ Stu answered for his quiet friend, and then invited Oliver to a film night. He was about to put Star Wars in or something, but then the power went, and you could see the sadness wash over his small eyes.

Losing power brought its own thrills and excitements. Stu patrolled the house with a flashlight, a childishness about him, inspecting for leaks, and peered out the window, scanning the streets for survivors. Maybe there was another stranger he could rescue. Eventually he got tired and said good night to Oliver and went to bed.

The next morning he was up early, dashing through a freezing shower because the boiler didn’t work all night. With any luck, if there had been some hot water left over from last night, Oliver hadn't had to suffer the same fate.

Stu stuffed his backpack with a day’s supply of chocolates, as well as with those Kit Kats and M&Ms he owed Brandon. There was never a shortage of chocolates in the French household. Martin was quite aware of his son’s charitable habits, and kept their cupboards well-stocked, but he now watched helplessly as his son depleted the supply all in one swipe of the arm.

‘Go easy, will you please, Stu?’

‘There’ll be lots of people at the beach,’ the boy replied.

‘I know, but you can’t feed everybody.’

‘I’m the mascot. It’s my job to feed people.’

‘It’s your job to wear a dollar eye-patch and a fake beard. Stu, we can’t afford all these Kit Kats.’

Affordable or not, the chocolates were in his backpack, and they were in the car. And then silence. Oliver wasn’t much of a talker, which wasn’t a problem since Stu was perfectly capable of sustaining a conversation all by himself. After all, he’d done most of the talking since last night. And all along the way he narrated the sights they saw, of trees leaning on houses, and branches strewn across the road.

They could now put an image to the crashing noise they heard last night, that woke Stu up from his dream of flying his helicopter back to rescue a dozen other Olivers. A tree had fallen on their neighbours.

They got to the beach and Martin told the boys to be sensible and not be cajoled into doing dangerous things. Stu was hardly listening to his father as his eyes were scanning the shore below. It seemed like many of the students had gotten there before them, but Stu was looking in particular for Vered. Except he had no idea what Vered looked like in person, so he had to get his phone out to look up that boy’s profile. Eventually he spotted a potential Vered across the street. ‘Is that him?’ A kid awkwardly standing alone, check. Carrying frog boots, check. ‘Yeah that’s him alright,’ he said.


Location: Home -> Beach Chimney Swift Chimney Swift Twin Fantasy Twin Fantasy mentions: ArcherVarenne ArcherVarenne
 
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It was the storm of the century. At least, it was for Vered. Michigan was a flood state, but Vered had never really laid witness to it. Most of the inclement weather they got was in the form of pounding blizzards that snowed in schools and set a thick layer of ice onto cars. Surely he'd never seen a flood this bad -- either that, or he just never went outside to see. This was the first time he'd been recruited -- or forced -- to clean up the beaches he now lived near. He was a little bit sad. He'd been studying for days to pass a math quiz (not even a test, but still important) and was prepared to take it on that very day. No school meant he'd just wasted half of a week. That and the possibility of getting his skull punched in by musclebound freakazoid Ryan Gustavo had Vered feeling less than thrilled about how his day might go.

It wasn't all bad, of course. The water levels in the road weren't as bad as Vered had anticipated, so he didn't have to worry too much about any waterborne illnesses. When the power went out, him and his family played some fun games -- mostly Mille Bornes, a car-based card game that could take forever to explain. And, most importantly, he was meeting friends. Friends weren't really a Vered thing. He had more bullies than he did friends. His father said that, in a way, he should be proud, because people who bully him will most likely amount to nothing. But that didn't really make it less painful, or humiliating for that matter. Sure he might get his skull punched in by Ryan Gustavo, but at least he wouldn't die alone on a beach with a handprint embedded in his cranium.

He'd hardly slept the night before, because it was noisy, and he was defending Stu's honor on Twitter. His father gave him some coffee, which tasted like liquid dirt, and then Vered was on his way. He threw on a yellow rain slicker (a number that his father liked to call "The Georgie Denbrough") and a pair of galoshes, which didn't match the coat and were instead a bright, fire-engine red. He stuffed a pair of gardening gloves in his pocket and nearly left before remembering he also had to bring a spare set. The Frogboots. They were rainboots, they looked like frogs. Vered had gotten them as a gift for his bubbe, but they were a little juvenile, especially now that he was in high school. He didn't want to throw them out, but he also rarely wore them, so they were great for lending to a friend -- hopefully they'd fit.

His father offered to drive him, but Vered turned it down. He was fine with walking. The streets had become a near-wasteland, with boats trapped in roads and dead fish on sidewalks. As he approached the beach, he saw it.

The behemoth.

A juvenile pilot whale, beached on the shore.

As he went to bring it up on Twitter, he looked behind him and realized that his friends had arrived. He grinned at them, if only briefly.

"Are you seeing this?" He pointed. "That's a whale. And I think it's breathing."




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le reveur

𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟘𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕤

















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hyacinth



she’s made of sweet tea & poetry






Forked lightning, brilliant and white-hot, had flashed through the blackening sky last night. She could still remember seeing it from the windows of her home, seeing the wind ripping through the air and hearing its high-pitched screams. The rain, which had began with a slow pitter-pattering of rain, soon transformed into stones that crashed into the town, splattered off the sidewalks, and formed instant rivers that raced along the gutters and overwhelmed the drains. Throughout the night her mind lingered on their animals, knowing that they were safely put away but still fearing the worst. There was no doubt that they were probably scared, shaken by the terrible weather just as any human would be.

But while she was surrounded by a raging storm whose goal seemed to be to cause as much noise and damage as possible, she was also surrounded by family. Her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousin had all shown up when the storm was announced. It was something that they did often when the weather was bad, despite the fact that they all lived on the same land. They all agreed that being surrounded by loved ones at times like these was soothing to the soul. So even as the storm raged on her home was filled with all the warmth that came with having a close family.

Come morning Hyacinth’s father had left with her uncles and grandfather in order to see the amount of damage done, while her mother, aunts, and grandma had stayed behind to cook breakfast for her and her cousins while they got ready to help clean up the beach. While her cousin groaned and complained about being forced to help out, Hyacinth was more than happy to do do because it meant that she was helping to keep their town nice and clean.

Hyacinth had just finished tying her bandana when Sawyer texted her. With a smile she grabbed a jacket and headed downstairs, waving her family goodbye as she walked out of the door. Upon getting into the car Hyacinth smiled at Sawyer in her usual serene way and hugged her. “Good morning Sawyer.”









nine lives

 

Dazzle

just thriving...
Harper Anderson


Only a few days ago Harper had been out on that same ocean. The storm had been rolling in, the sky dark and grey, the waves crashed like thunder. A warm breeze had blown through from the southern waters, there was no need for her winter wet suit. She loved the feeling of her board below her, the way the waves rocked it back and forth. It was more than relaxing for her, she felt at peace out on the ocean, completely grounded for the moments she sat there. Harper felt as the ocean started to pull out from beneath her and a smile crept across her face.

Paddling against the water, the board pressed against her chest. Quick steps brought herself to her feet and caught one last great wave beneath her as the board sliced through the water. Harper looked up and saw that a tunnel started to form behind her, the way the ocean acted before a storm could never compare to anything else. Harper felt at peace and it was a nice way for her to spend time outside of the house before she was stuck in it for twenty-four hours. The salt water splashed at her face as the wave came to an end, the last spurts before the liveliness gave up below her.

Harper dismounted from her board, tucking it up under her arm before leaving the water, she stuck it up right in the sand, plopping herself down onto the dunes. She wrapped her towel around her shoulders, trying to ring the ocean water out of her hair. Her eyes watching the horizon, the clouds were rolling in now it wouldn't be long before the thunder began and the rain starting pouring.

Even so, she saw someone out on that same water she had just left, someone just as crazy as her to be out before that storm, someone that looked just as home as she had out on that same ocean.

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The Aftermath
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Harper's night didn't go as badly as she had expected, Hayden had spent the night over at Liz's to avoid another night home with their father. However, to Harper's advantage, Luca had spent the night locked away in his room, only wandering out to get another six-pack from the fridge. Even so, she spent most of her time over at the Andrews', just in case her fathers tune changed as quick as the storm.

Waking up to the rather still after storm air, she rolled over in her bed to plenty of twitter notifications of the news that school had been canceled for the day. Being the most shocking news of the day to her, as the school rarely closed for bad weather. There had been times she had to walk through three feet of snow with Hayden, just to make it to school because the committee had decided it wasn't safe for buses to travel, but they couldn't just cancel school for that small inconvenience. Harper had to listen to Sawyer complain about her wet jeans throughout the rest of the day after that one.

Harper rolled out of bed, realizing that despite the school's cancellation of classes, there was still the expectation of both schools helping to cleanup the beach after the fateful night. Many had lost power with the fallen trees hitting the power lines, she could only imagine what the beach looked like.

Harper didn't mind, she would happily take any chance she could get to go to the beach, especially in place of school. And Harper, as ridiculous as she thought she sounded, felt like she owed the beach and ocean something, after it gave her the feeling of peace and its grounding nature.

Harper put her hair up in a high ponytail, before throwing on her favorite thick sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. This was one of the first real cold days that they had experienced this year. For Harper, anything below fifty was just too cold. She picked up her keys from the hook beside her bedroom door before heading to her car.

Harper drove by Liz's, picking up Hayden on the way. She had politely offered to give Liz a ride, but was happy when she declined. Harper wasn't the biggest fan of most of Hayden's friends, but Liz wasn't the worst friend he could of made at the end of the day. Still, that didn't mean Harper wanted to make time for Liz, she had her own friends that she was much more inclined to spend time with.

The ride to the beach wasn't long, but the flooded roads didn't make it quick or easy, but they made it all the same.

Harper and Hayden hopped out of the car, each heading their own separate directions. Harper, took a moment to breath in the sea air before closing the door of her car. Her lips curved into a smile as she saw Max standing out by the water, till she caught sight of what he was looking at. A beached Pilot whale, Harper sighed, one of the downsides to the rough water from the storm. The poor whale was stuck, barely able to move, and they had been separated from its pod, its family. She couldn't have imagined being separated from her brother.

Harper closed the door of her civic, hurrying down the beach to Max, waving to get his attention. She signed quickly, but rather rough. 'How long?' As she gestured towards the whale on the ground. This was not what she had expected from a beach clean up day, she figured they would be picking up drift wood, and plastic that had washed ashore, not a whole washed up whale. Even in all her years at Parish Point, she had never seen anything like that.

"What should we do??" She quickly spoke looking at the whale, barely anyone had shown up yet. Anyone who was there, wouldn't have been much help to the cause... She quickly turned around signing sorry to Max. 'More people get here.' Harper spoke over the words she signed to Max. "We need more help. We can't do this even with Hayden's help." She stopped signing, as the only word she could remember was help in that moment.

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Chimney Swift

Allergic to Charisma
MOOD: Anxious
location: The beach
interaction ❜ Harper Dazzle Dazzle

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MAX BERKOWITZ

Max whiled away the storm with his books and his phone, the dim light of his bedroom occasionally lit by flashes of lightning. He could feel the thunder shake the windowpane in front of him, watching the rain pummel the glass. Storms had always intrigued him. in a way. They were so dramatic. The kind of setting that would be brilliant for the start of a book if he were ever to write one. He worried a bit about his herb garden, though. That rosemary shrub was fragile.

The next morning, he woke up to Twitter blowing up about school being cancelled and the beach cleanup that had been assigned in its stead .Max perked up a bit-- a beach cleanup? This is exactly the kind of environmental good deed he loved to do. And he was going to get the chance to meet some of the kids from the public school. Well, kind of. He wouldn't have his interpreter so he imagined most of them wouldn't understand him. Frustrating, but Max was more than used to it.

Grabbing his good pair of boots, his gardening gloves and zipping up his favorite waterproof jacket, Max trotted out the front door of his house, down the long front staircase to the garage where he climbed into his car and drove carefully down the hill towards the beach. The roads were still slick with rainwater, and started to flood as he dipped down through the downtown area. Yikes, the damage was worse than he'd anticipated. Several of the trees had been felled by the winds. and even a telephone pole had collapsed across the main road, forcing Max to awkwardly wind through the side streets to cut around it.

He arrived at the beach a bit later than he'd hoped, seeing a thick crowd of students starting to congregate on the shoreline, around...

Max felt his heart drop into his chest.

The whale. You couldn't possibly miss it. Long, steel-colored and collapsed over the shore, the ebbing waves lapping over its fins. A living, breathing, hurting creature . Max had always thought whales were so majestic; giant and powerful and shockingly graceful as they breached over the deep Atlantic ocean. But here... here it looked so fragile. The quiet sixteen year old felt like he was sinking into the sand, frozen in place.

A wave in his peripheral vision brought him crashing back down to the present. Harper, one of his classmates and someone he considered a friend, ran along the beach until she landed in front of him, her long brown ponytail dripping slightly from the persistent rain. "How long?" She asked, indicating the whale. Max pondered, biting into his lip before he lowered his eyebrows and signed back single-handedly

"I don't know."

He paused, eyes flicking to the side as he tried to recall what he'd read on the Twitter. "It can't have been too long."

The whole time she kept talking, but Max wasn't catching any of her words. He was too caught up in the gripping anxiety of the moment to process her rapid lip movements. Her sign was a little clumsy, and because she was speaking she was lacking the facial grammar that was actually quite essential to understanding, so even as she kept signing for him he had to step back and concentrate to grasp her. "Help" she kept repeating, The whale, she meant clearly. More people were needed to push the whale.

Max gritted his teeth and was unable to help rolling his eyes a bit, taking in a breath to collect himself before forcing himself to speak verbally. "Be careful. We don't know if it's hurt, even if it looks..." Max had a strong, distinctive accent and a cadence to his voice that was a bit hard to follow if you weren't used to hearing him speak. He had to make himself understood, though, and he knew that he wasn't going to get enough attention just trying to have Harper interpret, who wasn't fluent anyhow. This was urgent business.

Why on earth did the school think a ragtag bunch of teenagers were fit for rescuing marine megafauna? Max couldn't get the image of something bad happening to the whale out of his head. The crowd was surely alarming it as it lay stranded and immobilized in the shallows. They needed professionals.

In a flash, Max grabbed his phone out of his pocket, searched up the number of the local whale rescue hotline, and dialed up the number. As the phone rang in his hand, he switched on speaker mode and thrust it into Harper's hands. "Whale rescue. Answer please." He signed back rapidly, his sharp movements clearly voicing his desperation.

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MissThuy

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juliet everett
The reason why the Everetts chose a little town of Parish Point was because of how "dreamy and fairytale sounding" the town has. During a business trip, Mr. Everett drove through the town and could not help but film the supposed magical flair that it had. After three days of being in this magical town of Parish Point, a storm blew through and knocked all the electricity and trees in the area. Juliet shuddered remembering how frightening the storm was while her parents were amazed at how "spooky" the storm was. While lightning was striking, Mrs. Everett gave a grand smile and concluded that this town is indeed a magical place and she was glad that the family chose to move here for Juliet's senior year. Juliet chuckled remembering how overexcited her parents were about how they continued to see flashes of lightning here and there. Her parents decided to stay up to drink wine next to the window and Juliet remembered going to bed a little after they did that.

The next day, Juliet woke up to her parents announcing that there is no school today due to the mess that the storm created. Her father exclaimed, "Wow! That storm last night was wild! It was a shame that you had missed it, Juliet."

Mrs. Everett gasped and lightly slapped her husband on the shoulder, "Bradley! Stop giving Juli such a hard time, she thought she was having school today. Also, you need to go to the beach to help clean. The mayor is making the students from both high schools here in town to help out."

After her parents left, Juliet got ready for the beach clean-up. She hasn't checked her Twitter or her Instagram in a while because she began to feel anxious about how everybody that she followed recently were clicking with each other. She took a deep breath and opened her Instragram to see a couple posts about the storm and how some of the other teenagers were already heading out to saving the whales in groups. Juliet realized she didn't have a group and opened her Twitter to see people had already formed groups. The senior felt awkward trying to intrude into close-knit friend groups like that. So, she decided to tweet and ask if anyone is willing to go with her. Her phone pinged and she immediately got a response from a Jack Hamilton. Juliet tweeted back that she would be on her way, but she was running late because she was shopping, which she wasn't. She just wanted to find a good outfit for saving the whales. Juliet got ready and grabbed a leather jacket, graphic tee, and mom jeans with black leather rainboots.

After an hour of doing her makeup, Juliet was ready to go to pick up Jack at the intersection he told her about. She hopped in her Camry and zoomed towards the location since she felt kind of bad for making the poor kid wait a long time. She remembered that he was wandering around aimlessly and that made her feel more guilty. Finally, Juliet arrived at the location and scanned the area for the guy. Is that the guy..?

Juliet rolled down her window and cried, "Hey Jack, it's Juliet!"
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Ashley wiggled in the back of Tatum’s car. At least she thought it was Tatum’s car. Honestly with all the fighting and backseat driving, she had lost track of who was actually driving. She was pretty sure it was Liz, but maybe she was just hearing things.

Though she did care for them, she had to admit she would’ve flown solo if it weren’t for the storm. Her father’s car got hit by it, and he was unable to take her himself. And it’s not like they were bad people. They were just.....older. Save for a few, she was rarely comfortable around upperclassmen.

As they talked, she opened her backpack, and began searching. Snacks? Check. Games? Check. Cheer Uniform? Check. She wasn’t sure if she needed it, but maybe an impromptu pep rally would happen!

This was going to be one of the best days ever! She could hang out witht her cheerleaders, and other freshmen! Maybe she’d even meet some Hartfield friends too! There was just something about it that gave her so much energy.

Honestly it was strange how she had gathered that energy. She had stayed up all night making breakfast for herself, and a few others. Not to mention lunch she could share with friends too! If someone forgot their food then she’d feel awful if they didn’t get to eat.

There was a tiny fear in the back of her head though. ‘What if no one hangs out with me?’ It’s not like she was unpopular. She knew that she was liked. She just wasn’t sure that she would be liked over anyone else.

She wasn’t nerdy enough to interest the nerds. She was too nice for the rebels. She was too young for the upperclassmen/flirts. She’d probably be too poor for the Hartfield kids too.

As the car stopped, she tried to compose herself. ‘Calm Cheerleader. Calm Cheerleader. You don’t care if no one wants to hangout with you. This is about the whales.’ She repeated to herself, as she brought her ginormous backpack down, and headed off towards the beach.





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Iskolde

Lord Szatan


Almost as quickly as Sawyer had sent the text, Hyacinth was sliding into the car next to her. It was odd, the way she moved, Sawyer didn’t think she’d ever seen anyone manage to gracefully sit in a low riding car like this one. But Hyacinth was like magic or something anyway, so she supposed it was only natural. Hyacinth reached over the console to hug her and Sawyer was surrounded by such an intensely powerful flowery smell that it made her head spin. It didn’t leave when Hya sat back in her seat either, and Sawyer was kind of just sitting there for a moment before her smile returned and she was putting the car back in drive. That was weird. She shook her head and suddenly felt the need to sneeze. Jesus. Sawyer chuckled as she put the car into motion.

“Good morning and excuse me. Your fairy flower aura made me sneeze.” Sawyer laughed again, hiding the slightly embarrassed tone in her voice. Her entire car smelled like a flower field from heaven and Sawyer couldn’t escape the almost intoxicating scent. Again, magic. She needed fresh air before she started giggling or something dumb like that. She couldn’t exactly pull down the top because it was still slightly raining, but what she could do was roll down the window. That’s exactly what Sawyer did, sticking her free hand out the now open window and letting the slow drizzle of the rain hit her open palm. The smell of rain mingled with whatever heaven perfume Hyacinth had put on that morning and Sawyer’s head finally quit it’s spinning and she was able to regain her composure. Her phone lit up with a DM from Twitter on her knee and Sawyer only briefly glanced at it to see that it was from Zach. She rolled her eyes and responded quickly before returning her hand to the outside.

“I like this kind of drizzly weather.” Sawyer spoke softly, “It’s calming.” The car moved off the road to Hyacinth’s house and Sawyer took a turn back into town. Her hand stayed outside of the car as they cruised through the center of town down toward the beach. The sight looked just about as pleasant as Sawyer had thought it would. There was trash everywhere, chairs and tables overturned in the sand and there was the whole damn whale that she had seen people talking about on Twitter. It was a mess that could potentially take all day to even make a dent in. Sawyer wondered if the Mayor expected a bunch of teenagers to finish all of this in one day or if she actually had some brains in her head. While Hyacinth was definitely one of the good ones, there were quite a few people from Hartfield that she couldn’t stand and she knew a few Parish Bay kids that felt the exact same way. Of course there was also that demon of a child, Ivy. Sawyer shivered at the very thought of the Russian hell spawn and decided she would try to avoid her at all cost. She didn’t think Hyacinth would like it very much if she beat up a fourteen year old on the beach. Sawyer’s own thoughts startled her. Why was she concerned about that? Evie came to her mind, mocking her about her wanting Hyacinth to be her girlfriend on Twitter and she simply shook the thought away. Nope. Not happening right now, Andrews. We’re here to clean, not make moves.

“This place is a mess.” Sawyer pulled the car to a stop, but made no motion to leave. She turned to Hyacinth, “We’re gonna be here all damn day. I was hoping you could show me that place you found the other day, but I guess that is now out of the question.” Sawyer was almost pouting. She had been looking forward to that.

“Damnit. How bout saving those whales, huh?” This was actually about to suck a lot.



Sawyer
"Well alrighty, Aphrodite."
location? The beach my dudes
outfit? That goddamn jacket and beanie
interactions? Hyacinth ( le reveur le reveur
any last words?
Magic fairy smell makes heart go boom
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Almost as quickly as Sawyer had sent the text, Hyacinth was sliding into the car next to her. It was odd, the way she moved, Sawyer didn’t think she’d ever seen anyone manage to gracefully sit in a low riding car like this one. But Hyacinth was like magic or something anyway, so she supposed it was only natural. Hyacinth reached over the console to hug her and Sawyer was surrounded by such an intensely powerful flowery smell that it made her head spin. It didn’t leave when Hya sat back in her seat either, and Sawyer was kind of just sitting there for a moment before her smile returned and she was putting the car back in drive. That was weird. She shook her head and suddenly felt the need to sneeze. Jesus. Sawyer chuckled as she put the car into motion.

“Good morning and excuse me. Your fairy flower aura made me sneeze.” Sawyer laughed again, hiding the slightly embarrassed tone in her voice. Her entire car smelled like a flower field from heaven and Sawyer couldn’t escape the almost intoxicating scent. Again, magic. She needed fresh air before she started giggling or something dumb like that. She couldn’t exactly pull down the top because it was still slightly raining, but what she could do was roll down the window. That’s exactly what Sawyer did, sticking her free hand out the now open window and letting the slow drizzle of the rain hit her open palm. The smell of rain mingled with whatever heaven perfume Hyacinth had put on that morning and Sawyer’s head finally quit it’s spinning and she was able to regain her composure. Her phone lit up with a DM from Twitter on her knee and Sawyer only briefly glanced at it to see that it was from Zach. She rolled her eyes and responded quickly before returning her hand to the outside.

“I like this kind of drizzly weather.” Sawyer spoke softly, “It’s calming.” The car moved off the road to Hyacinth’s house and Sawyer took a turn back into town. Her hand stayed outside of the car as they cruised through the center of town down toward the beach. The sight looked just about as pleasant as Sawyer had thought it would. There was trash everywhere, chairs and tables overturned in the sand and there was the whole damn whale that she had seen people talking about on Twitter. It was a mess that could potentially take all day to even make a dent in. Sawyer wondered if the Mayor expected a bunch of teenagers to finish all of this in one day or if she actually had some brains in her head. While Hyacinth was definitely one of the good ones, there were quite a few people from Hartfield that she couldn’t stand and she knew a few Parish Bay kids that felt the exact same way. Of course there was also that demon of a child, Ivy. Sawyer shivered at the very thought of the Russian hell spawn and decided she would try to avoid her at all cost. She didn’t think Hyacinth would like it very much if she beat up a fourteen year old on the beach. Sawyer’s own thoughts startled her. Why was she concerned about that? Evie came to her mind, mocking her about her wanting Hyacinth to be her girlfriend on Twitter and she simply shook the thought away. Nope. Not happening right now, Andrews. We’re here to clean, not make moves.

“This place is a mess.” Sawyer pulled the car to a stop, but made no motion to leave. She turned to Hyacinth, “We’re gonna be here all damn day. I was hoping you could show me that place you found the other day, but I guess that is now out of the question.” Sawyer was almost pouting. She had been looking forward to that.

“Damnit. How bout saving those whales, huh?” This was actually about to suck a lot.
 

Dak

Dakiest Dak their is
Jack Hamilton


They say that rain falling on a metal roof is suppose to help you fall asleep, along with the sound of rainfall. Jack have pulled all-nighters. The lightning didn't help with the fact that Jack couldn't sleep. Lightning to illuminate the room he was sleeping, and thunder that crackled so loud it was like an explosion going off right in front of his window. He stared at the celling. Flashes of light and the crackle of thunder had kept Jack up all night. It was only by some chance that jack had passed out around 2am.

The next morning he had opened his eyes to an alert that said that school was cancelled. Jack laid his head back down and tried to fall back asleep. The rain kept him awake. After a few minutes he had opened up his phone and checked twitter. He checked it before he went to bed and had some fun talking to the new people. He saw that people were talking about going to the beach to help clean it up. This would be a perfect chance to meet the locals. Hell maybe he could find some people to actually enjoy spending time with. It was just his brother and him living there. He loved his brother but he definitely was the annoying one.

Some chump charges had landed both him and his brother here in this remote town. Jack climbed out of his bed and crawled over to his closet. He grabbed a light grey hoodie, a pair of jeans and walked out of the door to the living room. It was big, huge some would say. The couch was in the middle facing a fireplace with a 85 inch TV on the wall. The open kitchen was right next to it. Marble countertops and mahogany cabinets lined the walls, with a floating island in it. Jack opened up the fridge. No food. Forgot that both jack and his brother forgot to go grocery shopping. Looks like Jack and his brother weren't eating till they went shopping.

With that Jack was out the door. He opened up his google maps app and tried to navigate to the beach. It wouldn't open up. Looks like Jack is gonna have to do it the old fashion way. He trudge down the road. After about an hour of wondering he went to the one place he knew he could get some assistance. Good ol' twitter. It was by luck that someone was trying to find people and bring them down to the beach. He asked a couple times but was ignored. He shrugged it off and kept looking. It was when some girl named Juliet had asked if anyone needed a ride. Jack had answered. "Sweet. Got a ride."

He had stepped in a puddle and got some water in his boot. Jack ignored it. Some water wasn't going to kill him. His wandering around aimlessly was done. She was gonna come and pick him up. He stopped at an intersection with a drug store and convenience store. He found a dry place to sit and chilled on twitter. 30 minutes passed. Still no car. There was another person that had was on twitter. He waved. She asked if he needed a ride. Jack waved it off. He did promise to get a ride from Juliet.

After an hour of waiting, a camery pulled up. He looked and saw Juliet. When Jack saw her, his heart went Ba-dump, Ba-dump. Damn she was pretty. He took a step and the water slooshed in his boot. "Let me just dump the water out of my boot." He posted. He took off his boot and dumped out some water and put it back on. He slowly walked over to the car and opened the door. "First. Hi! I'm Jack! Second I'm so sorry. I literally moved here yesterday. So I didn't really have that much time to get to find my way around. So I really do appreciate it, and thank you." He said with a smile on his face. It was a kind smile, like he would give his mother when she was home. "I gotta say, your pretty gutsy for driving in all this weather." Jack said looking out the window.

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Chimney Swift

Allergic to Charisma
MOOD: Overwhelmed
location: The Beach
interaction Stu, Vered Twin Fantasy Twin Fantasy Dede Dede


OLIVER DREYFUSS

Once dropped off at the beach, the pair quickly ran into Vered, the other boy who'd stood up for Stu on Twitter last night. Oliver couldn't help but smile a little, fidgeting with his gloves. He still couldn't bring himself to speak up, but the youngest boy quickly gave them the run-down of the situation, pointing out the beached whale on the edge of the beach. Oliver's deep brown eyes widened and he startled back a few steps, turning his head to where the car had been only to see that Mr. French had driven off.

Oliver's veins went cold with panic. Even from this distance, he could hear the young whale groaning and the sound made him ill. Hugging his arms to his chest, Oliver shied to the back of the small group, ducking his head down and letting his hair fall over his eye. This was too much. The worried chattering of the mob of teens on the beach, the pained sighing of the whale, the cries of seagulls overhead, even the rhythmic sound of the waves hitting the sand... too much. Too much. His legs tensed as a sudden instinct to run coursed through him, though he fought off the urge to bolt. He needed to be here, for his new friends. for the whale, and to a lesser extent for his own safety.

He had started biting at his knuckles, and didn't seem to realize it, his other hand twisting the drawstring on his hoodie as the rain continued pelting the beach and its young helpers. Oliver hated being wet, he hated being crowded around and most of all he hated his careful routine being tampered with. He was supposed to be at school. Right at this moment, he was supposed to be settling down into his seat in the middle-left row of his pre-calculus classroom. taking out his books and scratch paper in time for the bell to ring in exactly two minutes.

Instead, he was cold, wet, and stuck outside listening to a whale suffer.

Despite his whole body screaming at him to bolt, Oliver stayed close by Stu and Vered, not watching, but listening, trying to take in piece by piece what was going on through the biting roar of sensory stimuli. He had taken on an entranced sort of look, his eyes glassy and fixed on an empty point in the sand, his hands curled up by his chest, fingers quickly flicking at his collarbone despite the bruises there aching at the contact. He didn't react to this at all, or to the rain or the cold wind or the sand already stuck inside his drenched socks. The sounds of the beach formed an indistinct wall of noise, not even the nearest and clearest voices being distinct to him. Sounds blurred onto his vision, sights bled into feelings and feelings dug into his nerves and turned his thoughts into a gnarled string of disconnected signals.

On the outside, through everything that was happening to him internally, he looked oddly sedate in his condition... features blank and withdrawn instead of visibly distraught, breathing quiet and subdued, only moving at the wrist as his fingers kept tapping at his collarbone, producing a faint hollow sound. Still... not quite tranquil, but spacey, as if he were half asleep.

But like the whale, he was stranded outside of his element, suffocating under the pressure.





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ArcherVarenne

Magic Eight Ball
Brandon Lightwood

Parish point. This town was pretty much everything Brandon had known all his life and called it his home since his birth. There was barely anything about the town’s geography that was unknown to him. Storms came and went often, leaving behind a trail of mess and sometimes, destruction. This time was not going to be much different, he thought to himself, as winds and lightning raged outside his window. He had been practicing his jump shots on the court when the first drops had started to fall. Within a few minutes, it was pouring in buckets. As much as he wanted to continue, the thrashing he would receive from his father in that scenario, made the tradeoff appear not very appealing. He quickly clicked a picture for his Instagram and made his way back to his house.

Twitter had been blowing up for the whole day and he had decided to mute his phone for better or worse. He recalled the principle his coach had made him memorize, “No distractions on the court. None.” His home’s power and WIFI were out. Well, there were certainly going to be no distractions, he sighed to himself. The showers had continued to grow more and more, making it seem like a flash flood at times. The wind screeching against his window caused an eerie effect and he decided it was not worth staying up and braving this downpour. The Town would be a gigantic mess the next morning regardless.

The morning came quicker than anticipated as usual, and getting out of his blankets into the damp morning chill was as hard as ever for the teenager. He did successfully manage to get up within 15 minutes of the alarm, which was a major victory. He finished up the usual morning chores and took a chilling shower, before starting to dress up for school. His daily routine was interrupted by a phone chime. ‘Another tweet? Ths early?’ He thought to himself as he picked up the device and unlocked it. As he suspected, it was not a new tweet, Snap, or Insta. Rather, it was a message from the school board. Classes were canceled for the day, and all students were requested to help out in the operation to clean the beach.

Well, his day was already planned out for him. He sighed and dumped the casual tee he had in hand for his cleanup attire. Everything was a check except boots, so he borrowed his father’s. It was gonna be such a pain to walk around in them, he sighed once more. With his gear and attire good to go, he embarked toward the beach. It was just a walking distance from the coast, which partially explained why their power and internet were always at risk. The roads were messy and wet, Trees bent and broken, and leaves scattered all around. On the plus side, the air was fresh and cool, probably the best AQI since last month. As he reached his destination, he saw that there was already a bit of a crowd present. He wondered if Stu was already there. The boy owed him a major payday after he copped his whole maths assignment. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but how could he let a motherlode of M&Ms and Kitkat just walk by him.

It took him a second to realize, but most people were gathered around something. He walked a bit closer, and his eyes grew wider, “Holy Sh*t….is that a?...” He jogged to the best of his ability in those clunky boots to get closer. It was a Whale beaching for sure. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Stu and two other boys near the writhing creature as well, but his attention was completely fixed on the Whale. His hand immediately went to his smartphone and he dialed up the Whale rescue hotline, being greeted by a generic voice on the other end, “Hello, I am calling from Parish point. I would like to report a Whale beaching…

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McNugget
Stu

Stu had committed the cardinal sin of forgetting he was in America, and looking right when he ought to have looked left before running across to Vered. The milk truck, tumbling down the hill at full speed, came a hair’s breadth from taking the boy under its wheels. It swerved a little to miss him, and the angry driver was shouting up a storm in a foreign language as he flew by.

To the great relief of the town at large, the boy yet lived--and Parish Point was not so abruptly deprived of its number 1 source of free Kit Kats. His dog Benny hadn’t been so lucky crossing the street, and he was swept up into puppy heaven by a milk-hauling vehicle of a similar order. Its eight-year-old human bestie became so traumatised that he didn’t see the sun again for a week, passing endless hours aching from a Vitamin D deficiency with his little blonde head sandwiched between two pillows, and crying Benny, Benny, please come back, Benny please.

Having himself narrowly escaped Benny’s fate, Stu greeted Vered with a half-baked attempt at a fist bump which instead dissipated into an incoherent flutter. His eyes were immediately drawn to those Frogboots that boy was carrying. They looked so silly as to put a grin on his face--in before he remembered that they were actually meant for his own feet. So the joke was actually on him.

Vered said: That’s a whale. Stu’s eyes sparked a fireworks display at the sound of those words. ‘What whale?’ he replied cocking his head, like an inquisitive puppy expressing its wonder at an unfamiliar command. For lack of an immediate answer he asked Vered again, this time more emphatically. ‘What whale?!’

As if he'd only just now gathered the meaning of ‘whale’, or as if he'd had subconsciously to repeat the word several times in his head to arrive at its significance, Stu dropped everything he was holding, his backpack among them, and hoisted himself over the railing separating them from the beach. He nearly tipped over the other side. His wild eyes scanned the beach where the other people were gathering. Behind them was the grey lifeform once hidden from him by the unfortunate happenstance of his height. He could hear it too, the bellow of the not so deep, and it made his thin bones tremble.

Caring little for his own safety, Stu fizzled off the ledge he was on, a drop steep enough to deter smarter boys, and landed with a painful thud on the sand. In his headlong dash he didn’t even think to grab those Frogboots, so now he was kicking through the beach in his good sneakers and feeling the sand rubbing between his toes.

The boy scrambled over to the crowd, taking it for granted that his new friends Oliver and Vered might still follow him. In all the proceedings, he paid neither attention to Oliver, who had turned cannibalistic and was feasting on his own hand, nor to the approach of Brandon, who had surely come to collect his chocolate debt. At the moment, though, Stu only cared about the whale and nothing and nobody else in the world.

Now he was among first responders on the edge of that frothy, storm-stirred sea, panting either from the run or from a surrealist realisation that he was standing an arm’s length away from that magnificent animal, the likes of which he’d never seen before in his life. Sure enough this boy found the courage to close the gap, so that he was touching the whale ever so lightly on its slithery side. ‘Where’d you come from?’ he asked the whale.

If the whale could talk, it might have said, ‘Where do you think, the sky? Of course I came from the sea, you blimmin’ idiot!’ But the whale could not talk. Instead it let out another breathless rumble which brought some blood seeping through its bruised underside, and a little tear to Stu’s eyes.

‘We’ve got to help him, please!’ he said with urgency. ‘We’ve got enough of us. . . and he’s not so big. . . Come on, we could push him!’

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“If only that were true. Though I think I’d prefer to be a nymph instead.” Hyacinth was pretty sure that she actually meant her perfume. But that couldn’t be it since she had used the same perfume that she always used, the soft fruity and floral scent of Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet. And she hadn’t put on too much either. As always she has applied a modest amount at each of her pulse points and her hair, to leave the gentle scent in her wake. So Hyacinth could only assume that it was something else that had caused Sawyer to sneeze and she was just being sweet about her having a fairy, flowery aura.


“Yes, it is. If I were home I would be in bed right now. Sound asleep.” The sound of light rain was one of Hyacinth’s favorites, especially compared to the heavy rain that she’d heard throughout the night. Even if the rain meant that she couldn’t go out, it was always soothing to the ear and it was also good for her family’s crops as well. Throughout the remainder of the ride Hyacinth made light conversation with Sawyer and watched the passing scenery from her car window. And before long they had arrived at the beach. It was just as damaged as she thought it would be, perhaps even more so.

“Well, with everyone here we should be able to clear this up. Maybe not as quick as we’d like but this will be a process.” Hyacinth thought to the whale that was currently beached as well as the debris littering the sand. Maybe some of the adults would come in to help, it would really make things faster. Hyacinth turned to look at Sawyer, smiling gently when she noticed the pour on her lips. Her friend could be very cute and childlike at times. “I can always show you another time. It’s not going anywhere after all and you know I enjoy spending time with you.” Hyacinth casually placed a kiss on Sawyer’s cheek. “Now don’t be sad. We have work to do.” With that she opened her door and got out.









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Vered hadn't woken up expecting this. Stu didn't even take his frog boots. Vered considered running after him with them, but figured there was no point. Another person had shown up -- not one Vered recognized at all, but he seemed intent on helping. He was calling up the whale hotline, but Vered wasn't sure if there was much time.

A large whale can die as soon as five minutes after being beached due to the immense weight of its organs no longer being supported by the water. This was a smaller whale, so it had much more time, but not a lot. Vered had to assume it was beached as early as this morning, right at the end of the storm. He looked at Oliver, who was clearly having some sort of hideous attack, because he was eating his own hand. Vered didn't wanna force him to help, but it might be necessary at some point. He put the boots down next to Oliver.

"Could you watch these for me?" He hoped the phrase registered in Oliver's brain, but didn't wait for an answer, instead dashing down the beach with his fists stuffed in his pockets. He briefly circled the body of the whale. No severe injuries, as far as he could tell. Tiger sharks were native to the area, and if the poor thing got chomped it could be in serious danger. Separated from its mother and all. Dead whales could explode, so they needed to get it back in the water while there was still time.

Its large eyes blinked at him. Pupils immense, blown out like it was on molly. The police stood at a distance, but they made no attempt to stop Vered from what he was about to do.

He pressed his back against the whale's body, pushing it towards the water with his shoulders. The sand gave out beneath the force, his feet constantly sliding away from him. It was clear that just the two of them wouldn't be able to move it. A redness had collected beneath the whale's body over minutes.

Such a gentle thing.

And if it died, well, orcas also lived in this range. They'd see it, sense it, and a dead whale is free food. So they'd throw themselves out onto the beach and there'd be five more beached whales on their hands. And more would come in, more and more until it became more whale than beach. The horror of that was more than Vered could withstand, and why wasn't anyone doing anything? Some took photographs on their phones, and for the first time Vered was overcome with a violent impulse to tell them how stupid they were being.

Maybe later.




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Allergic to Charisma
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OLIVER DREYFUSS

A minute passed. Two. Oliver stayed motionless on the edge of the beach, feeling the sounds and the smells of the torn-up shoreline keep dragging him under as though he were caught in a riptide. The world whipped by around him at a speed he couldn't possibly catch up to.

What finally brought him back to the surface was the pair of boots lying in the sand in front of him, their color contrasting the grey sand and burning his eyes. When did those get there? He glared at them for a moment, but then it hit him. Hadn't Vered been holding these?

Where was Vered?
For that matter, where was Stu?

He hadn't... he wasn't really with it enough to notice that they had left. With most of the students now swarming the whale like buzzards, he was off on his own on the north side.

Sensations slowly untangled themselves. The rain drenching his hair and clothes, the bitter New England wind hitting him in the back, the turbulent waves of the ocean lapping against the writhing, moaning, bleeding whale.

Speaking of bleeding, he suddenly tasted copper on his teeth.

At some point, he must have removed his gloves, because now they were in his pocket and his hand was in his mouth, blood trickling down the side of his lip. He winced, pulling it away and surveying the damage. His knuckles were raw and torn up... god, he gave himself just as many injuries as anyone else. With a groan of embarrassment, he slid the gloves back on. They still felt horrible, trapping his fingers in stiff, plasticky fabric.

Picking up the boots from the sand, he gathered up the splintered remains of his courage and slipped off towards the crowd, stumbling a bit in the loose and uneven sand. He didn't want to get too close to the whale. Just the sound of its labored breathing twisted his stomach. But he had to stick with Vered and Stu.
He promised them that. It was the least he could do to show a little bravery. Sensory overload never killed anyone, but getting beaten up by tyrants like Ryan Gustavo... that was a fate he'd spare Vered and Stu from even if it did kill him. Oliver was many things: panicky, hypersensitive and cripplingly awkward, but he was also loyal. Deeply, unfalteringly loyal.

And that was what gave him the chutzpah to run up and find them. Spotting Stu with his hand resting on the whale's side, and Vered valiantly trying to push it back out to sea, Oliver went to Stu first and quickly tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

He couldn't say it, at least not verbally, but he was here to help.




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For the second time that morning, Sawyer found herself unable to move. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, Hyacinth was a very affectionate person and always had been as long as Sawyer had known her. So why was she suddenly awestruck? Hyacinth was out of the car before Sawyer could blink and the second she was, Sawyer felt like just letting out the most frustrated groan she could muster. So she did, and she slammed her head against the steering wheel, staying in that position for a moment before she composed herself. It was fine. Everything was fine. Sawyer ran her hands down her face and shook her shoulders before stepping out of the car after Hya. She dealt with whatever problem Zach was having on Twitter while she was following Hyacinth. He wanted to come hide from his girlfriend and while this was slightly annoying, Sawyer wasn't going to turn him down. She should tell Hyacinth.

Sawyer looked up from her phone to her friend walking in front of her and she found her head spinning yet again. Jesus Christ. Sawyer shook her head vigorously and mumbled under her breath. "Get your head out of the gutter, dumbass." Someone glanced sideways at her and Sawyer shot them the meanest glare she could muster before hobbling to catch up with Hyacinth.

"Hya, Zach's gonna come hang out with us because he's afraid of his girlfriend." Sawyer laughed at her own joke, "I told him not to be annoying so let's hope he listens to me." Sawyer spotted one of those trash picker things in someone's hand and decided that she would much rather have that than pick up shit with her hands.

"Alex!" Sawyer called to the bespectacled boy, "Gimme that claw will you?" The dark haired boy looked up at her and only hesitated for a moment before handing her the tool and walking off to find something else to do. Sawyer grinned at her handiwork and looked over at her friend, holding the thing up triumphantly. But, they only had one. Awe, hell.

"Here. For you." Sawyer handed Hyacinth the tool with a smile. Now she just needed to find someone else to steal one from.



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For the second time that morning, Sawyer found herself unable to move. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, Hyacinth was a very affectionate person and always had been as long as Sawyer had known her. So why was she suddenly awestruck? Hyacinth was out of the car before Sawyer could blink and the second she was, Sawyer felt like just letting out the most frustrated groan she could muster. So she did, and she slammed her head against the steering wheel, staying in that position for a moment before she composed herself. It was fine. Everything was fine. Sawyer ran her hands down her face and shook her shoulders before stepping out of the car after Hya. She dealt with whatever problem Zach was having on Twitter while she was following Hyacinth. He wanted to come hide from his girlfriend and while this was slightly annoying, Sawyer wasn't going to turn him down. She should tell Hyacinth.

Sawyer looked up from her phone to her friend walking in front of her and she found her head spinning yet again. Jesus Christ. Sawyer shook her head vigorously and mumbled under her breath. "Get your head out of the gutter, dumbass." Someone glanced sideways at her and Sawyer shot them the meanest glare she could muster before hobbling to catch up with Hyacinth.

"Hya, Zach's gonna come hang out with us because he's afraid of his girlfriend." Sawyer laughed at her own joke, "I told him not to be annoying so let's hope he listens to me." Sawyer spotted one of those trash picker things in someone's hand and decided that she would much rather have that than pick up shit with her hands.

"Alex!" Sawyer called to the bespectacled boy, "Gimme that claw will you?" The dark haired boy looked up at her and only hesitated for a moment before handing her the tool and walking off to find something else to do. Sawyer grinned at her handiwork and looked over at her friend, holding the thing up triumphantly. But, they only had one. Awe, hell.

"Here. For you." Sawyer handed Hyacinth the tool with a smile. Now she just needed to find someone else to steal one from.
 

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Elizabeth Bishop was used to storms raging. She'd been around them all her life and had a tough skin. She had felt for a long time now that she could weather anything that came her way; but an actual storm was a little more to take on than she was used to. Her typical storms were groups of rowdy customers and sometimes even her dad, but now an actual hurricane was blowing outside and there really wasn't much she could to in defense. Her sisters Megan and Riley were at the brewery when it hit and got stuck there, mom was still in the hospital and Mr. Bishop...well that man didn't live there anymore.

It was beginning to look like she was going to be sitting alone in the dark when she got a message from Hayden. He came seeking asylum and even without the rain Liz couldn't turn him down. Not that she would ever admit it but it was nice to have some company. She had been really struggling lately in coping with her mom's illness and her breakup. Feelings of unworthiness and inadequacy were constantly creeping out from the darkest regions of her mind, strangling her. Hitting things could only distract her for so long, so having Hayden's company for the night was a welcome change of pace.

The next morning all the kids in town were somehow recruited to help clean up the beach and apparently push a whale back into the ocean? Well at least school was cancelled. Liz sent a message to Ian asking if he needed a ride. She knew all about his situation with cars and was happy to help him. While her dad was a flat soda of a human being the second family he formed were pretty cool. At least, Ian was. She didn't speak to Ian's mom much, in fact it felt like that woman didn't speak much period. She assuredly spoke to Liz's dad, but the youngest daughter tended to avoid that man as much as possible.

Ian responded that some others needed to be picked up as well, which was conflicting for Liz. She knew deep down that social interaction was probably important or something, but on the other hand...did she look like a personal chauffeur for all of Parish Point? At least it was just Tatum and her boyfriend. Tatum was cool. She didn't seem to much care what others thought about her nor did she seem to care who she fought. Tatum's boyfriend was...well honestly Liz couldn't really care less. He didn't seem like a bad dude she supposed but she had no direct connection to him. He was her stepbrother's friend's boyfriend. That many degrees of separation meant she was mostly ambivalent about his existence.

When Liz pulled up to where she was picking up the couple she saw another person there. Someone she didn't recognize. She most definitely did not sign up for that. Her eyebrow arched as she studied her. She seemed young, the youngest of the five in fact. That probably meant she couldn't cause too much trouble right? "Sorry about the mess. Hey kid, I'm Liz." Her car was an old hand-me-down beater that was surprisingly reliable. Her sister Riley had taken good care of it and so it was still in a decent condition to this day. Besides the interior that is. Liz had a tendency to never clean the inside of her car, mostly because she never really expected to have anyone else inside it so why bother.

Liz's gaze drifted between each passenger for a moment before she headed off to the beach. She tuned out everything and anything going on in the car, after all she had warned them about the raccoon. Without realizing it her hands were clutching the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles were turning white. Ian noticed this but said nothing; he didn't want anyone else in the car to worry about it. Liz didn't really like being asked personal questions like 'what's wrong' as he had come to learn.

Truth be told Elizabeth Bishop was anxious. There were definitely going to be people at the beach that she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to see, but it's not like she had a choice. She just had to put on an intimidating face like usual and get through the day. As she parked she smirked in the rearview at the backseat. "Alright kiddos, we're here. Thank you for flying Air Liz, I know you didn't have many options in transportation but your patronage is appreciated. Please feel free to leave your generous hostess a tip on your way out." Liz let everyone else get out before her and remained in the car for a few moments. Her heart raced. Hopefully she would be on the other side of the beach as her, an hopefully this day passed by quickly and uneventfully. She just wanted to get back to the brewery and relax already. lion. lion. Elf_Ruler Elf_Ruler tamarapasek tamarapasek Mentions: Dazzle Dazzle
 

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Hyacinth stopped walking in favor of turning around and listening to Sawyer as she spoke. She didn’t really mind that Zach was coming, but she was a little confused as to why he would be afraid of Tatum. She was such a nice girl after all. And from what Hyacinth knew she had grown up quite a bit from her troublemaking ways. Hyacinth didn’t know much about Zach except for the fact that he was Tatum’s boyfriend. But she always did enjoy meeting new people. “That’s fine with me, the more the merrier.”

As she watched Sawyer call someone over for their trash picker, Hyacinth noticed that the boy seemed to pause for a moment. “Sawyer, maybe you should have asked nicely. A please would have made your request less harsh. He seemed a little scared.” She took the trash picker nonetheless. While the thought of helping out was nice she didn’t want to pick up trash and debris with her bare hands. She definitely should have brought along gloves or something as well but she hadn’t even thought to put any in her bag. So she was definitely grateful for the trash picker. “Thank you, but are you sure that you want me to have it? What will you use?”

Hyacinth looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before smiling brightly. “We could take turns if you want? I can go first and then after a bit you can have a turn or you can hold the bag and I’ll pick up the trash” She grabbed her hand and squeezed. “I think someone called beached whale services so we don’t have to worry about that. Let’s get cleaning.” Hyacinth opened her own bag, pulling out a black garbage bag and handing it to Sawyer.









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Flirty Fighty Prince Boi
Jace Rose

Some welcome Parish Point had given him, huh? Turns out that, despite having tweeted the picture of a completely different storm, the head of the local church had actually called it. Jace almost couldn't believe it when the skies outside his dorm window had begun to darken, roiling with the telltale dark clouds of a thunderstorm. What followed was a maelstrom of almost biblical proportions. Sheets of rain pelted relentlessly against the side of the academy, sometimes seemingly blown sideways by tree felling winds. Thunder boomed throughout the town as lightning flashed menacingly overhead. The very streets ran with an impressive deluge of water, and the faithful cried out to The Lord for salvation. It was enough to open even the cynical heart of Jace Rose to the love of Christ.

Or so it may have seemed to the less perceptive observers of this mischievous outsider's Twitter feed. Within his dark dorm room Jace sat perched upon the windowsill, one of his long legs curled up to fit while the other hung idly down the side. From there he had a perfect view of the awesome display outside, the sweet smell of rain filling his senses as chilly air seeped in through the cracks. This was one boy who adored thunderstorms. Just rain by itself was already nice, painting the world with a lovely, overcast atmosphere. Throwing dark skies, rumbling thunder, and blinding lightning into the mix though? He'd have loved to spend the whole night outside if it wasn't so dangerous.

Luckily Jace had plenty to entertain him on his windowsill perch. Namely, Twitter. Social media never failed to disappoint. Be it drama, interesting conversations, spontaneous shenanigans, or even the odd boomer stumbling around. In the course of only a single night Parish Bay's residents had provided him with all of those things. From a proselytizing Carol to crazy girls pushing everyone's buttons. From nerdy kids rattling off fun facts to some jock threatening to beat them all up. From a malibu doll getting pissy for no reason to an impromptu discussion on the D&D stats of fuckbois. Parish Bay had it all. It'd given Jace more than enough to keep him entertained until he finally got tired.

Although he did still make an attempt to brave the storm at one point. Some girl named Harper had brought brownies to another girl named Sawyer. All the while there was another girl in the storm, by the name of Lulu, who had made soup. Now if there was one thing that could get Jace to risk his life in a vicious thunderstorm, it was brownies. So on an impulse he'd thrown on an overcoat, a scarf, and a pair of gloves before heading out into the stormy night. It was an interesting experience. Fun, but very cold and a little scary. The rain seemed to swirl around him while thunder shook the very air, adding an intense drama to the otherwise mundane circumstances of his endeavor. Only the periodic flashes of lightning guided his way, briefly lighting up his surroundings before once more plunging him into darkness.

The streets were practically, in some cases it seemed literally, flooding with water. What would normally have been roads had become rivers and creeks, nigh impassable for the boy with his porous tennis shoes. For a little while he continued trying to brave the storm anyways, loosely following the road from the somewhat higher ground of the forest, but after a little while of this he eventually gave up. Jace's feet were getting a little too wet, and surviving the storm wasn't the only problem for him to contend with. He had zero clue where he was actually going. Enticing as the idea of abruptly showing up for soup and brownies was, he didn't really want to get lost in a storm. So Jace made his way back, shooting off a few more tweets once he was safely dripping all over the academy's floors.

A night well spent, by his reckoning.

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Jace never thought he'd see the day when a school actually closed due to a thunderstorm. He'd thought for sure that he was gonna have to show up for class in the morning, especially since he was living on campus. Luckily the mayor seemed to have other ideas. He couldn't miss the posters as he headed for the academy cafeteria that morning, its garish colors and bold font announcing the mass conscription of teenagers into government service. As if Jace was gonna show up to some boring community cleanup day. Already his mind was swirling with ideas for how he was going to dodge the draft. It was practically a day off, an opportunity to go exploring around town. What was left of it, at least.

It was when he had sat down with his french toast and orange juice, however, that all those plans changed. Naturally he opened up Twitter the moment he had a free hand to do so, taking a sip of his drink with one hand while checking his feed with the other. What he saw there caused him to almost choke on the sweet citrus as it went down his throat. As orange juice tried to burn its way into the wrong pipe, Jace did a double take, re-reading his feed with disbelief. There was a whale on the beach?!

As soon as he was done coughing up OJ, Jace wolfed down the rest of his breakfast, chugging the remainder of his drink on the way out the door. There was no way he was going to miss this. A brief visit to his dorm saw him throwing on an overcoat and scarf, in different colors this time, as well as stuffing a pair of gloves into his coat pocket. He didn't really expect he was going to use them, they were nice gloves, but he might as well bring them along. Just in case.

Unfortunately Google Maps didn't seem to be working that morning. At least not consistently. So as he stepped out into the chilly, rain scented air, the boy had to consign himself to the fact that he was going to be slightly lost. Again. Luckily the weather wasn't nearly as difficult this time around. In fact it was downright pleasant. The one thing Jace loved more than thunderstorms was drizzle. A nice, soft drizzle that sprinkled down from the sky and brought out all the color in his surroundings. It provided a lovely backdrop as the boy made his way into town, carefully navigating alongside streets still running with water and trying to figure out just where he was. A brief foray onto Twitter had gotten him a little bit of advice, that he might be able to find a map in a gift shop, but that was the trouble. He couldn't even find a gift shop.

Somewhere along the line Jace decided to change strategies. He'd somehow wound up in a residential area despite actively looking for shops, witnessing firsthand just how much destruction the storm had caused. It was while he was walking by one house in particular, watching with morbid curiosity how a tree branch had been driven through its window, that it occurred to him he ought to try something different. Google Maps may not have been working, but his phone also had a compass function. All he'd have to do was head East and he ought to hit the coast from there. So that's what Jace did, making his way East along whatever streets were suitable until he hit the beach.

Jace must've looked out of place as he stepped out onto that long stretch of sand. A tall, blonde boy, far overdressed for community service on the beach. He wore a beige overcoat and black shirt paired with dark blue jeans. A light gray scarf sat wrapped around his neck while dark brown gloves poked slightly out of his coat's right pocket. Not the type of gloves one would use for picking up trash either. Finally the boy was wearing black tennis shoes of an expensive looking kind. A kind that didn't look terribly resistant to water nor sand.

Jace didn't mind though. He didn't mind the slightly damp, slightly scratchy feeling of wet sand getting into his socks. He'd always liked walking on the beach. He didn't mind the chilly, sea spray laced wind tousling his hair. It smelled nice and felt refreshing against his face. Besides, there was something much more interesting occupying his attention. There it was, laying out on the beach as it bellowed at the bystanders around it. A whale. Smaller than he'd expected, but if Twitter was to be believed that was probably a good thing. A larger whale might've died before he could show up.

The boy, likely totally unfamiliar to everyone else on the beach, sidled in between the bystanders as he approached the beached leviathan. Possessed by a curious fascination, he slowly strode up to it, his path bringing him past a few others and right up alongside a couple kids who were trying to push it back towards the ocean. In that moment, however, he only had eyes for the whale. Stepping right up next to its head, Jace slowly knelt down, his own head tilting slightly as he stared back into one of its massive eyes.

It was thrilling. To be so close to such a creature, seeing it literally eye-to-eye. He'd never imagined he might have such an encounter. There was something equally somber about the circumstances, however. The dilated pupils, the labored breathing, and... was that blood? Jace didn't know very much about whales, but it didn't seem like this one was in a very good state. That guy on Twitter wasn't kidding. For at least a few moments, though, the boy's icy blue gaze remained fixed on the beast next to him. There was something about the atmosphere that made him want to linger there, trying to empathize with the magnificent creature next to him.

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As soon as Liz gave the ok, Ashley dashed out to the beach. She set her belongings on the sand, making sure that it was close enough to shore for her to keep an eye on it. Not that there were many bag stealers in Parish.

She quickly scanned the beach, hoping to find some familiar faces. No such luck. Well there was Stu, Oliver, and Vered who she didn’t hate. She just felt a bit weird intruding on their group. As far as she knew they were closer to each other than they were to her. Maybe they wouldn’t ignore her, but they would probably be much happier if she let them be.

She glanced at the ocean, pondering whether it would liven things up if she jumped in(Or dragged someone in). Fortunately for her, she never got to test that theory out.

Out of the corner of her eye, was a beached whale. She flinched, ever so slightly. What was she supposed to do? Push it into the ocean? That felt like a good idea. Unless it was already dead.

What were they supposed to do with a dead whale? Would they eat it? How would a dead whale taste? As she pondered on these deep mysteries, she heard a thud hit the sand. Stu was running towards the whale.

Oh crud. She dashed towards the whale, following suit. She hoped that she’d never have to figure out what they would do with a dead whale.

“Is it still alive?” She asked aloud, her voice, somewhat steady. Though panicked, she felt a certain responsibility to stay calm. If a cheerleader couldn’t keep up morale, then who could? Once she got an answer then she could spring into action!

“Let’s push it back guys!” She tied her hair up, ready to push the whale back into the water. “All together now!” She called out, hoping to attract stronger people than her.





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Tatum had known about the storm, had been prepared for the storm. It had raged on through the night, and Twitter had been blowing up, and for the most part she had in a good mood. It had been her and her mother for the night so Tatum had hoped that nothing would go wrong. The wind howled, her windows would shutter has the thunder rolled, her lights had flickered, but somehow, she had stayed with power. She didn’t have anyone to spend time with, Zach was too far away, and her mother wouldn’t have allowed it anyways. Instead she was dealing with the drama of her ex and his sister. How could there still be so much hate? She had left Hayden be for so long, left him to deal with his own problems. And yet he had tried to make her out to be the bad guy for ending things well over a year ago. It was as if he had never accepted having been the dumpee. So, she had gone to sleep in a lousy mood, full of hurt and anger.

The next morning Tatum had thought everything was going to go well. School had been cancelled and all that was expected of the students was to do beach clean-up. Through Twitter Tatum had discovered a whale had been beached, but that her boyfriend had decided to pick a fight with her friend. When she had confronted him all he could do was act like he had done nothing wrong even after she had asked him to be nice to Colby. Now, Zach was acting as if he had never done wrong all because Colby had mentioned her. The anger continued to grow and fester within her as she watched him constantly type away on Twitter and ignoring the problem that was right in front of him. How could he act like there was nothing wrong? How could he act like she was overreacting? At least she found out Liz was the one driving her and the group to the beach.

She had realized the girl Ashely that didn’t live far away from her needed a ride and had offered for the girl to join her. When Liz arrived, Tatum had made sure to pay no attention to Zach. She wasn’t giving in this time. Not without a real fight. She had been silent besides Twitter and the second that Zach’s dumb friend had called her a slur she had expected him to come to her defense and he hadn’t, and that had set off a whole new issue within her. As soon as Liz parked Tatum waited for Ashley to leave before she slammed the door and stormed off. She wanted to be as far from Zach as possible. He after all decided that defending her wasn’t important. What kind of person decided that they didn’t need to defend who they were dating? After all the defending she did of him? Tatum could feel the anger coursing through her veins and she was ready to fight not only Zach, but anyone who crossed her.

Her eyes glanced along the beach and she saw everyone was gathered around the whale, and none of the adults were helping. What was wrong with the town? Adults not willingly helping a dying animal, but instead poking it. The town was full of idiots and people who couldn’t tell the difference between right and left. She felt bad for the small group of kids that most would classify as nerds, they would need far more man-power than just them to get a whale back into the ocean. All she could do was wait for her friends to arrive so she could have another set of people possibly help with the whale, but also so she could avoid dealing with Zach. Overall, this day at the beach was turning out to be less than ideal.

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