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AshleyTheNarwhal
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The RP will take place a few days after Grayson's funeral, July 19th. Feel free to add stuff from the funeral into your first posts.
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@ Camp Flog Gnaw
Grayson Hart
Grayson's phone buzzed in his pocket while he was pumping gas. He pulled his Galaxy s5 out of his pocket. It was Skylar inquiring about what time he would be over for the party. He smiled and typed 'When my car pulls in' knowing full well he was five minutes away. It was a really nice day outside, Grayson took in a big breath of air, also enjoying the fresh smell of gasoline. Once his car was filled up he got in. He pulled a small baggie out of his pocket and did a bump of coke, rubbing the remains from his key on his gums. He sat there for a moment feeling his high come on. After a few moments of doing nothing he figured he'd run inside and grab something for Skylar. As he was walking in he got another text from her 'Dick.' It read, he chuckled. He bought a small stuffed shark and left the store.
He got in his '02 Volkswagen Golf and started driving to Skylar's house, she lived in Westminster not too far from their old high school and not far from the college. Her house was decent. It was a half above round half below ground house. Her Mom was gone for some nursing convention for the weekend ad she decided to throw a party.
Grayson pulled into the driveway parking in "his spot" as designated by Skylar's mother. It was about seven at night, it was still kind of light out. Grayson did another quick bump before going inside. He opened the front only to be tackle hugged by Skylar. He handed her the shark, she seemed really excited about it which made him happy. he liked odd ball stuff like that. He kissed her on the top of the head."I love you baby." he said to her. "I love you to Gray." she said back. He greeted all the rest of the group including some stragglers that trickled in as well.
The party was in full swing, everyone was there except for Keith...which made him a little sad..but he was also happy for him that he was going to a good school. He watched Skylar from a distance, trying to remember every mannerism and quirk. The way she bit her lib absentmindedly when she talked to you or the fast she talked with her hands really aggressively....it was probably the Irish in her. He stood there smiling like an idiot before being snapped out of it by one of his friends starting to talk to him.
He and his friend that he had met briefly in college went into the bathroom. His name was Alex. Alex pulled out his small bag that contained some syringes and heroin Grason handed his fourty dollars and Alex tied off Grayson's arm. Alex started melting the heroin and took quite a bit into a syringe. "That looks like a lot, man..." Grayson said. They guy looked at him. "Dude I've been doing this shit for years, trust me." Alex stuck the needle into Grayson vein and injected the drug. A strange familiar taste filled Grayson's mouth. He was really high. He blacked out for a moment..when he came to(sort of) he was still sitting in the bathroom, someone was knocking on the door. "I gotta piss man!" a female voice said. He didn't recognize the voice. He clumsily stood up and stumbled a bit before coming out of the bathroom. He blacked out again and when he came to he was laying on his stomach on Skylar's couch. He looked around. The song "The Wall" by Pink Floyd was playing. He hummed to it softly, Grayson felt really tired. "Maybe I'll just sleep this off..." he thought to himself. He closed his eyes. The last thing he thought about was his friends. He died in his sleep around 2am.
Grayson's phone buzzed in his pocket while he was pumping gas. He pulled his Galaxy s5 out of his pocket. It was Skylar inquiring about what time he would be over for the party. He smiled and typed 'When my car pulls in' knowing full well he was five minutes away. It was a really nice day outside, Grayson took in a big breath of air, also enjoying the fresh smell of gasoline. Once his car was filled up he got in. He pulled a small baggie out of his pocket and did a bump of coke, rubbing the remains from his key on his gums. He sat there for a moment feeling his high come on. After a few moments of doing nothing he figured he'd run inside and grab something for Skylar. As he was walking in he got another text from her 'Dick.' It read, he chuckled. He bought a small stuffed shark and left the store.
He got in his '02 Volkswagen Golf and started driving to Skylar's house, she lived in Westminster not too far from their old high school and not far from the college. Her house was decent. It was a half above round half below ground house. Her Mom was gone for some nursing convention for the weekend ad she decided to throw a party.
Grayson pulled into the driveway parking in "his spot" as designated by Skylar's mother. It was about seven at night, it was still kind of light out. Grayson did another quick bump before going inside. He opened the front only to be tackle hugged by Skylar. He handed her the shark, she seemed really excited about it which made him happy. he liked odd ball stuff like that. He kissed her on the top of the head."I love you baby." he said to her. "I love you to Gray." she said back. He greeted all the rest of the group including some stragglers that trickled in as well.
The party was in full swing, everyone was there except for Keith...which made him a little sad..but he was also happy for him that he was going to a good school. He watched Skylar from a distance, trying to remember every mannerism and quirk. The way she bit her lib absentmindedly when she talked to you or the fast she talked with her hands really aggressively....it was probably the Irish in her. He stood there smiling like an idiot before being snapped out of it by one of his friends starting to talk to him.
He and his friend that he had met briefly in college went into the bathroom. His name was Alex. Alex pulled out his small bag that contained some syringes and heroin Grason handed his fourty dollars and Alex tied off Grayson's arm. Alex started melting the heroin and took quite a bit into a syringe. "That looks like a lot, man..." Grayson said. They guy looked at him. "Dude I've been doing this shit for years, trust me." Alex stuck the needle into Grayson vein and injected the drug. A strange familiar taste filled Grayson's mouth. He was really high. He blacked out for a moment..when he came to(sort of) he was still sitting in the bathroom, someone was knocking on the door. "I gotta piss man!" a female voice said. He didn't recognize the voice. He clumsily stood up and stumbled a bit before coming out of the bathroom. He blacked out again and when he came to he was laying on his stomach on Skylar's couch. He looked around. The song "The Wall" by Pink Floyd was playing. He hummed to it softly, Grayson felt really tired. "Maybe I'll just sleep this off..." he thought to himself. He closed his eyes. The last thing he thought about was his friends. He died in his sleep around 2am.
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AshleyTheNarwhal
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Skylar Renee' Patterson
They said things would get easier as the days went by, but it didn't. It's been a few day since Grayson's funeral, Skylar laid in her bed in nothing but Grayson's Odd Future shirt and underwear. The stuffed he had gotten her on her chest. She just stared at the ceiling for hours, wondering what the point of living anymore was? Why should she try anymore. The person who kept her sane and focused was gone. She now spent her days sleeping most of the time, if not sleeping then crying. Her Mother begged her to have something to eat that morning but she couldn't bring herself to.
She thought about the day that Grayson died, about the party. She saw Grayson lying there on the couch at 3am, who she thought was fast asleep. She put a blanket on him and kissed his head before kicking everyone out and going to bed herself. She didn't even notice that he was dead until that morning. Her mother already got rid of that couch, to try and take the bad memories out, but it still didn't help, she missed him so much. Skylar looked at her phone and read through some of their text messages, she cried for about an hour until she passed out.
Skylar woke up to her phone ringing, hr eyes still heavy from crying. She groggily answered. It was her boss wondering when she was going to come back to the shop. Since her boss found out what happened he was really coo about giving her some time. After talking to her boss for awhile she decided to try to go into work that day, at least for a little bit. It was about 1pm. She sighed and got herself slowly, weak from not eating. She clumsily made her way to her bathroom and got in the shower The arm water actually felt good, she hadn't showered in a couple days.
Once she got out and put on some black jean shorts and one of Grayson's button up shirts and a beanie. She rubbed her eyes but the dark circles wouldn't go away. She didn't bother putting on any make-up. When she went downstairs she saw her mother wasn't home, as per usual. She saw a note on the kitchen counter saying there was some food in the microwave if she was hungry. She looked in the microwave and it was a short stack of blueberry pancakes. She nuked them for a few minutes and ate them. Once she was done she grabbed her keys and her purse and got into her 52' Oldsmobile Hearse. Her work wasn't too far away. It was a rad little tattoo shop in Westminster called Little Vinny's Tattoo Shop.
After a short drive she got to work. She sat for a moment clutching her steering wheel, trying not to have a mental breakdown already.Her hands were shaky. Skylar reached in her purse and pulled out a blunt. She lit it up and smoked about half of it. She felt a little better but not really. She put what was left of her blunt into her cigarette back and pulled out a cigarette and sat on the little bench out in front of the shop and started smoking it. A tear ran down her cheek. She wanted to walk into traffic.
Kurokat
I miss the black eyed pea’s
Asher
Asher slammed on the breaks as the light in front of him turned from yellow to red. Ran his hand through his messy hair and pulled down the mirror. He looked like shit. Bruised cheekbone and dark circles stood out against his sickly pale skin.
He had just found out about Grayson's death.
One of his best friends all his life was dead.
One of the only people he could go to if he needed help.
He had always thought of Grayson as wild, but smart. Why would he do something so stupid! He knew better! The boy had a whole life ahead of him and just like that it was taken away by one milligram too much. Herion was dangerous, something that personally he vowed to never try. Asher didn't have a lot of standards by any means, however he had seen what it did to people, and he was disappointed that he couldn't have stoped him. He was there at the party! He could have easily interveined! But he was way too high to catch on to what was going on.
Impulsively Asher reached into his pocket for his pain killers. He already felt the start of a migraine coming on, and he definitely needed something to numb the emotional pain he was dealing with. He dry swallowed a few before turning his attention back to driving.
Metalica blasted out of his black suv. He was never going to get any resale value out of that thing so about a year ago he had gotten spray pained flames on the side. Inside the back of the car was decked out with guitar racks and equipment. Tacky yes; but Asher loved it.
He turned down the music as he pulled into a small music store, and quickly parked before running in. Hopefully his boss would understand that he was late because he just found out that Grayson died. The older man was pretty cool but being late was his pet peve. Luckily for Asher Garry completely understood.
For the rest of the day Asher floated through unconcious of any real feelings. He continued to pop more pills throughout the day. He would probably need a refill by the end of the night, but this was the way Asher dealt with things. He just became numb inside and out. It worked pretty well for him.
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ailurophile
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As she stared at her reflection in the mirror and admired her meticulously applied makeup, Cassie felt a pang of guilt. She was vain, selfish, needy, so many things and she hadn't been there when Grayson had taken the drugs, she hadn't been there to step in, hadn't been there to stop him. She had been feeling particularly low that night and, needing the reassurance that she was pretty and that she was worth something to somebody, she'd let one of the party guests take her upstairs into one of the bedrooms of Skylar's house, and well, you know what happened.
When she returned downstairs feeling even emptier than before, Grayson had been sleeping on the couch. Well, she had though he was asleep, but none of them knew he was dead until the tearful phone call from Skylar the next day. It had all been a flurry of questions, enquiries, cards, flowers, tears, and then the funeral.
Cassie pulled herself away from her dressing table and hurried to the window, pushing it open as wide as it'd go and leaning out. The cold, fresh air hit her and brought her back to her senses. Moving away from the window only momentarily to grab a little box from her handbag, she fumbled with a lighter and stuck a cigarette between her freshly painted lips. It was her addiction, nicotine, and following the death she'd only gotten worse. She inhaled deeply, eyes closed, holding the smoke for a moment before blowing it out between parted lips. Somewhere else in the flat there was a crashing sound-- her father was home for lunch. Cursing followed-- he had probably dropped something. The cigarette was burnt up too quickly and somehow, Cassie stopped herself from reaching for another; if she started there was no telling whether she'd be able to stop before she'd smoked the whole packet.
Rather than go to greet her father, the little brunette perched on the edge of her bed and pulled out her phone. Nothing. Her friends hadn't texted her since the funeral and she hadn't texted them. She felt more alone than she had before.
When she returned downstairs feeling even emptier than before, Grayson had been sleeping on the couch. Well, she had though he was asleep, but none of them knew he was dead until the tearful phone call from Skylar the next day. It had all been a flurry of questions, enquiries, cards, flowers, tears, and then the funeral.
Cassie pulled herself away from her dressing table and hurried to the window, pushing it open as wide as it'd go and leaning out. The cold, fresh air hit her and brought her back to her senses. Moving away from the window only momentarily to grab a little box from her handbag, she fumbled with a lighter and stuck a cigarette between her freshly painted lips. It was her addiction, nicotine, and following the death she'd only gotten worse. She inhaled deeply, eyes closed, holding the smoke for a moment before blowing it out between parted lips. Somewhere else in the flat there was a crashing sound-- her father was home for lunch. Cursing followed-- he had probably dropped something. The cigarette was burnt up too quickly and somehow, Cassie stopped herself from reaching for another; if she started there was no telling whether she'd be able to stop before she'd smoked the whole packet.
Rather than go to greet her father, the little brunette perched on the edge of her bed and pulled out her phone. Nothing. Her friends hadn't texted her since the funeral and she hadn't texted them. She felt more alone than she had before.
JujuBee
Pettiest Bitch Out There
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A small groan and a shift in the bed would bring the young woman sharing the bed out of her slumber. She’d groggily lay there for a few moment, trying to recollect what exactly had happened in the past 24 hours. Where she’d gone. Who she’d been with. If she had sex. The feel of skin beside at least answered one or two of the questions. With a yawn, Rosalind would force herself to sit up, rubbing her eyes of the sleep as she looked beside her to see herself sharing the bed with about two other people. A small smirk came to her lips at the thought of what could have gone down as the number of bottles littered across the bed and the floor came into view. It certainly was a number. What the hell had she done?
Rosalind didn’t think too much else into it, forcing herself to crawl slowly out of the bed, doing her best to not wake the other two sleeping beauties in it. She managed the small task before going to the next one of trying to find her clothes. It took a tad bit longer, every roll of a bottle causing her to wince and lance back to see if she’d awoken her most recent partners. But alas, that wouldn’t come to be and she’d manage to grab most of her things. Slipping them on, she hummed a small tune of her most favorite song of the time, wondering what exactly her friends were doing. She grabbed her phone, checking it to see that she had a few texts from family members but that was it, replying to them all she’d hit the home button and look at her background wallpaper, featuring the only people who accepted her as she was and were usually able to deal with her bitchy attitude.
A small grin came to her face at the sight of them all looking crazy. That had been one funny day. Everyone seemed to actually be enjoying themselves despite the fact it had been a ‘sober’ day. Hell, it had been a day where Rosa had considered going clean but it hadn’t happened. A certain couple caused a small giggle to escape her lips. Skylark had looked so happy. That was when Grayson-
Grayson.
Just like that, all the events of the past few days would come rushing back to her and a choked gasp would escape her as she dropped to the floor beneath her. Tears prickled at her eyes at the thought of one of her friends now being six feet under and not up on the surface where he should have been. She had been there the night he died doing what she did best. Smoking marijuana, drinking, and sleeping with the people she thought were cute. She had just talked to him, joking around and something that wasn’t important now before she’d been pulled away for a night of black outs. Rosa would be one to get the call of his death the next morning, her hangover keeping her out of it until it truly hit her. She’d cried her eyes out, her stomach clenching. She’d called his phone multiple times that day just wishing he’d pick up and say he was with Skylar. But that didn’t happen and it wouldn’t happen any time soon. So after the funeral she’d disappeared for a while and went to parties to drink herself into a stupor like she’d done the night before.
But that wouldn’t help her forget that the glue of the group was gone. She wondered if this would ruin her friendship with the others or if it’d make it even stronger. But only time would tell and interaction would have to happen to set the answer into motion.
“You okay?”
The voice intruding her thoughts would catch her by surprise and she’d quickly wipe at her eyes before turning to look at the young man, looking at her sluggishly with a hint of worry. She took a breath before forcing a smile to her face and a small nod. “I’m fine.”
She’d go back to putting her clothes on and looking for her bag as he sat up. “You should stay. We could get some breakfast together. I’ll pay.”
“It’s fine.”
“You sure? I know a good place-“
“I don’t want to do anything else with you. We fucked. Now you’re useless.”
He went silent for a bit. “… Harsh. Lighten up. It’s early! We can do whatever you want to do… What do you say?”
The young man would simply be answered with by the slamming of the door as Rosalind left. She had to go find her friends. Find someone who she could grieve with. Someone she actually felt comfortable around.
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Skylar Renee' Patterson
Skylar was doing okay at work. Every once in awhile her lip would start quivering as she worked on some tattoo designed and talked to customers. All in all, she kept herself together for the most part. Every ten minutes or so her boss would come see if she was doing okay. The day grew longer and she didn't really have many customers. A girl and her mother came in and she did matching tattoos on them. She thought that was nice. The daughter would talk about her boyfriend and it made her think of Grayson which made her want to throw up and cry..but she kept her cool. They gave her a $20 tip on top of their cost.
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awhile this guy came in, he wanted a traditional shark on his calf which Skylar had no problem doing. She had the guy fill out his paperwork while she worked on the design. Once it was all together she put the stencil on him and she began working on it. He was a talker, almost like he couldn't shut up. She didn't really feel like talking so she would reply with one word answer most of the time, followed by a sigh.
After about an hour and a half the tattoo was done, she cleaned him p and wrapped his fresh tattoo. She went up to te counter and got his pricing together and he came up to the counter. "That will be $120." she said. He opened up his wallet and gave her the money. He looked like he wanted to say something, she raised her eyebrow. "Can I have your number?" he asked. Se just looked at him and frowned. "Uh...o..I uh..have a boyfriend.." When she thought about what she just said..it dawned on her...Grayson wasn't hers anymore..he was six feet under rotting. Her thinking about this made her tear up, she quickly put the money in the register and ran to the back bathroom where she cried for awhile.
She pulled out her phone, she needed to talk to someone, anyone. She started texting her friends one by one. Skylar texted Rosalind first "Hey, are you busy today? I kinda need some company, have your heard from anyone lately?" AFter that she scrolled through her phone and texted Asher. "Hey Asher, how's work going, have any plans later?" Then she sent the next one to Cassie "Hey Cas, how are you doing? Do you wanna hang out?" After she sent those messages she went back out into the shop. No one was there besides her boss, who came over and gave her a hug. She hugged him back. She had to close the shop, her boss left not too long after that. She sat one the big red fluffy couch in the main part of the shop and listened to the radio that was playing. "Take a Walk On the Wild Side" was playing by Lou Reed. She hoped she'd be able to hag out with her friends today. She needed it bad.
@Kurokat
@ailurophile
@JujuBee
iMeisaki
mighty lil goon
Owen Changyul Park
It was going to be a lonely ride home.
Owen had found out about the news as he checked his phone later that night. This whole day, he thought that one of his best friends had fallen asleep on the couch yesterday. When really, he had fallen asleep into an eternal slumber. He was driving back from work and headed towards his dorm. He already had too much to drink, his eyes were starting to get swollen. He had been crying ever since he got off his shift and read that text. A part of him wishes he never read it, a part of him wishes he was ignorant. Owen had smashed his fist into the dashboard of the car as he kept thinking of Grayson's lifeless body. It was so quick, so quick for him to say hey to, talk to for a little bit at the party, and see him take some drugs. Everything happened so quickly, it happened too soon to his best friend.
He finally got to his dorm, closed the door behind him, and slid down till he fell to the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest and let his emotions out. Sobbing and yelling, cursing and funded his fist to the ground. He was so upset, he didn't know how to comprehend the death of Grayson. Or any one of his friends really. Owen felt lonely, he wanted to be around his friends. His hands shook as he slowly took out his phone. He looked down at it and debated on texting any of his friends. He then tossed his phone aside on the bed and got up to head towards the fridge.
More alcohol to try and forget. To try and bind up the forever lasting wound.
He got himself whiskey and sat on his bed, drinking more. He would probably drink enough to make himself pass out. He didn't care, he needed to be distracted from this horrible incident.
Owen kept thinking to himself, talking aloud in mutters and korean gibberish. "Why didn't I stop him..? I was there, I saw him.. Why couldn't I just tell him that was going too far.. Huh?! He doesn't deserve to be dead.. I'd trade my life for him!" He cried out. He took another swig of the drink, his head and heart pounding. He stopped there and placed the bottle aside, only being by himself in his dorm. This quiet, lonely dorm.
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Rosalind wouldn’t get a grand greeting when she got home. Her sister wouldn’t even be home. Only two of her kids and the annoying older man who just so happened to be her sister’s boyfriend. He was an okay guy, not someone Rosa would have wanted for her sibling but hey, if he made her happy then so be it. She had things that made her happy that weren’t exactly the best- they were mostly frowned upon. So with him- She really had no room to talk.
“Hey Rose-“
“Rosalind.”
“How are you holding up? You alright? Need anything?… You want to talk about it?”
Rosalind felt her breath hitch at the sudden assault of comforting words and the clear try he was doing to make her feel better. He’d heard abut the death of her close friend and despite the way she treated him, he still was caring enough to see if she was okay. If that didn’t mean she was a piece of shit, she didn’t know what would.
“N-No thank you.” She managed to utter, quickly walking past him to her room. “I’m fine. I’ll be in my room. Thank you though.”
Her door would close with a soft click afterwards as she didn’t have the nerve to slam it rudely as she usually did when he chose to try and interact with her. Her bed would meet her body seconds after and it would take sheer willpower and a lot of curses to keep herself from crying again. Fuck, she needed a drink. That or some marijuana. That would mellow her out pretty well.
The buzzing of her phone would bring her out of her haunting thoughts and she fished it from her pocket, a small smile coming to her face at the sight of Skylar’s name being there. She unlocked her phone and read it, giving a small smile a she teared up. Leave it to Skylar to reach out. Rosa was sure that Skylar was taking this pretty bad and understood the need for her friends. So Rosa would be there for her.
Skylar
Hey, are you busy today? I kinda need some company, have your heard from anyone lately?
Not at all. Wherever you are, just let me know and I’ll be there soon. I haven’t either, those fuckers. I think a group hang out would be splendid right now. I’ll help make it happen.
She would send it after that and quickly get changed into something else (which of course was provocative like usual) before leaving her room.
“I’m going out. Let my sister know I’ll either be late or sleeping over at Skylar’s.” She told the boyfriend. He nodded in response, giving her a two-finger salute as she exited their home. Her walk would be a quiet one as she took a moment to enjoy the fresh air around her as she hadn’t done in so many years. She never truly appreciated it. Not until now. Grayson made her realize that she wasn’t exactly immortal as much as she didn’t want to admit. So a few deep breaths wouldn’t hurt.
As she began walking, waiting for her friends response, she decided to send a message to the rest.
...
Meet up tonight? It’s needed.
It certainly would be different from her usual texts that always involved her cursing them out or some sort of insult but she figured if she kept it Rosalind-free, they’d understand the seriousness and come.But then again, someone they were all close to had died. People to grieve with had to be the best solution… Right?
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ailurophile
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Just as Cassie had been about to set her phone down, it buzzed, and she dropped it on the end as if it'd burnt her. She had always been a little jumpy, a little nervous, and following the shock of the death those were just little problems that had gotten worse. Tentatively, she opened the texts, hoping that they were not from her father or someone she knew looking for a quick hookup.
Much to her relief, the texts came from Skylar and then a group message from Rosalind, both asking to meet. First came her response to Skyalr, a simple yes with an army of kisses after it-- the girl would know that she was replying to the group chat, and the kisses were just sympathy. After all, nobody had been closer to Grayson than Skylar. Next, she typed out a message to the group chat.
Sure, could do w/ seeing you guys. Where? xo
Once she'd hit send Cassie flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for a reply, hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Rosalind's text had been a stark contrast from her usual ones, the sort that made Cassie laugh and shake her head-- this one was serious, quiet, matter of fact, a reminder that none of them were quite the same. Her own text seemed similar to the ones she usually sent (to the group chat at least).
Then it hit her. Meeting up meant they were going to see her! She flew to the dressing table immediately and, despite having only just completed her makeup, began to examine it critically and perform unnecessary touch ups.
Much to her relief, the texts came from Skylar and then a group message from Rosalind, both asking to meet. First came her response to Skyalr, a simple yes with an army of kisses after it-- the girl would know that she was replying to the group chat, and the kisses were just sympathy. After all, nobody had been closer to Grayson than Skylar. Next, she typed out a message to the group chat.
Sure, could do w/ seeing you guys. Where? xo
Once she'd hit send Cassie flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for a reply, hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Rosalind's text had been a stark contrast from her usual ones, the sort that made Cassie laugh and shake her head-- this one was serious, quiet, matter of fact, a reminder that none of them were quite the same. Her own text seemed similar to the ones she usually sent (to the group chat at least).
Then it hit her. Meeting up meant they were going to see her! She flew to the dressing table immediately and, despite having only just completed her makeup, began to examine it critically and perform unnecessary touch ups.
Lansis1991
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He hadn't been there. Why hadn't he taken the time to be there? An Amtrack from New York to Baltimore would have only taken a little over two hours. He could have went, got hammered, slept it off and still gotten back in time for his internship. But he hadn't been. And now Greyson was dead. He should have been there. Even when he had received the news he hadn't been on the first train home. No, he had stayed for his internship and showed up two hours before the viewing.
"You need to get dressed and out of the house," Joshua said firmly as Keith wandered out of the spare room. "Go for a walk. Go to the store. Call your internship supervisor. Damn it Keith, just go do something. I know you're upset, but please don't throw all this away." Keith looked up from the glass of orange juice he was pouring. He knew his brother had a point. Greyson would want him to finish out that internship and get his degree.
Keith pulled his phone out of his pocket. Nothing. He shook his head and threw it done on the counter, wiping a hand down over his face. "Yeah, you know what, I'm planning on heading back to school within the next couple of days. I'll start looking at trains. And look into getting a therapist or something."
Carroll County had changed. No, not physically. Westminster was still a dump and half the stores at the mall were still out of business. It was no longer his though. He was the only one of their group to not be around regularly. When had it stopped feeling like home? When he started going to Lycoming? After Greyson's death?
His brother gave him an encouraging smile and walked away. Keith headed into the bathroom. He needed to get his shit together. Get back out of this town and make something of himself. He glanced at his phone one more time, even going so far to pull up a text to Skylar. "I'm sorry for -" For what? Greyson's death? Not being there? He shook his head and deleted the words before getting into the shower.
"What a beautiful speech," said one of the older ladies at Greyson's funeral. That's the only thing he could remember about the funeral. Some lady declaring it beautiful.
His phone lit up just as Keith was pulling his shirt on. He hit the home button with his thumb to check the message, not bothering to pick his phone up. Rosalind. With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair before picking up and responding.
...
Meet up tonight? It’s needed.
Sure, could do w/ seeing you guys. Where? xo
Still in town for the next few days. Where's this party happening?
As soon as he sent the text, he threw his phone back down on the counter, rolling his eyes in frustration at his own stupidity of using the word party.
"Going out," he said as he exited the bathroom and entered the kitchen to snag his brother's car keys. "Thanks for letting me borrow your car." "Keith, I didn't say - where are you going?" "Just out. See you later."
AshleyTheNarwhal
@ Camp Flog Gnaw
Skylar Renee' Patterson
Skylar layed there listening to the music on the radio, trying to just not think about anything. Just focus on the music. Every day was still hard. It wasn't getting easier. Most mornings she'd wake up and forget that Grayson was dead and go to text him and then she'd remember and break down. When Skylar was brought out of her trnace by her phone buzing she realized a tear was running down her cheek. She wiped it away and looked at the phone. It was Rosalind. She replied "I'm at the shop, by myself..you want some ink?" she hit send and looked through her phone, another text came from Cas. She responded to that one as well. "Come to the shop, Rosalind is meeting me here." Skylar sat there for a moment just staring at her phone screen. She was happy her friends wanted to hang out, but she was also nervous to She didn't want them seeing her like this...or see them hurt either. Who knew so much pain could come from a loved one dying. She missed Grayson. Her heart was hurting.
Skylar went to her purse and pulled out a little coke bag and did a couple bumps for a pick-me-up. She sat at the counter and doodled small tribute pieces for Grayson. She was thinking of getting a tattoo for him. Skylar played with Grayson's flannel shirt that she was wearing, she thought about the last time he wore that shirt.They had went out to Texas Roadhouse and he made her laugh so hard Sangria came out of her nose. She laughed softly. Everyone else was there too, maybe she was hurting really bad because she didn't have her friends around. That would change soon. She wondered what Keith and Owen were up to.
She texted Keith "Hey dude, I miss you are you still in town?"
She texted Owen "Do you want to hang out tonight, I think we're all getting together?"
Skylar was still slightly bent out of shape about that guy asking for her number...not because he did....but because she didn't know what to do. She didn't feel right even thinking about dating anyone else, ever. But she also knew Grayson would want her to be happy. She shook her head, she shouldn't have even been thinking about that. It hadn't even been that long since he died. But Skylar's mind raced all the time. She thought of things that didn't need to be thought about. Which ultimately made her depression worse...but Grayson was always there to help her get through her bad days...but now he wouldn't be. What was she going to do?
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@ailurophile
@JujuBee
@Meisaki
@Lansis1991
iMeisaki
mighty lil goon
Owen Changyul Park
Drawers open, clothes sprawled out, it's like a tornado went through the room. Owen went a bit crazy whenever he was really upset or angry. All that could be heard now was sniffling and heavy pants. Owen was right back to where he started, his back against the door with his phone on the ground. He only stared at the huge mess he made, rubbing his eyes. Only a few seconds
Skylar
Do you want to hang out tonight, I think we're all getting together?
Yeah, I'm going by cab since I can't drive. Where to?
He brushed his hair back, getting up and taking worn out comfy clothes. An unusual act on Owen's part. Whenever he was with his friends, he always tried to be the best dressed. But this time, he would be showing up almost as if he was homeless or looked poor. All he wanted to do was just go to sleep and hope that this was all a nightmare. He hoped that he could just blink and never see any of those text messages, to never see Grayson under the ground. He grabbed his scotch bottle and put it under his sweatshirt, heading out to catch a cab and to wait for Skylar's text on where everyone would meet.
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The Goofy One You Love
Sebastian had been working on his uncle Duke's car when he had found out about Grayson's death and he remembered starring at his phone for ten minutes trying to process the fact that the man that held everything together was suddenly just gone just like that. He rubbed his hands over his face and released a shaky breath before tossing the covers off his body and dragging himself downstairs to get a drink. The house was quiet like it usually was these past few years, his mother always had work and she worked nights after Matthew's death and mama busied herself with either cleaning things that didn't need to be clean or staying out late drinking away with friends. Nobody was home anymore and no one wanted to.
After pouring himself a cold glass of water and moving around the house trying to get himself to fall asleep Sebastian was finally successful in passing out on the couch. He woke up to his mama placing a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him and he didn't even realize he was hungry until he heard his stomach growl. His mama gave him a weak smile before kissing his cheek and telling him she was going out to get some fresh air and that his mother would be home later on because she was at some event. Go figure. When he finished eating Sebastian took a long shower as his mind kept drifting back to the tragic news of his friends. He wanted to say it was scary how quickly you could loose someone in a blink of an eye but he knew that already, he witnessed it himself.
After getting dressed, scarfing down the food his mama had made and began his early morning drinking and then grabbed his phone off the counter to check if he got any messages, He did. Sebastian honestly wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by his close knit group of friends because he knew they were going through the works and especially Skylar. Sebastian adjusted his hat as he stepped outside the house and sudden relif washed over him, just being outside made him feel a little better as messed up as it was he hated being in that house, too many memories he had to relive that he didn't want. It took him about a half an hour before he reached the tattoo shop and taking in a small breath he pushed the door open hearing the small ring that happened every time someone entered and his eyes scanned the room before they fell on Skylar. A small smile played on his lips as he walked over and pulled her into a small hug, not too long because some people just didn't like to be touched in times like this. " Hey Ski, wanna tatt me up?" Sebastian held a small smile as he leaned on the counter and flipped through the book but he really wasn't adament on getting one
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AshleyTheNarwhal
@ Camp Flog Gnaw
Skylar Renee' Patterson
Skylar watched her phone intently waiting for a response from people. One popped up from Owen she read it and replied "I guess we're all meeting at the shop." The shop was completely empty which wasn't that uncommon. The shop wasn't know very well so it didn't attract the "First timers" too much. They usually got seasoned people wanting traditional work. Despite them not having a high traffic volume Skylar still made good money. Lasy year she got about $55k, not too shabby. She planned on getting a place with Grayson once he finished college...but now..she would be faced with home buying by herself. That thought made her stomach turn.
Skylar put on a new radio station on the Laptop that was hooked up to the speakers. She put on the Top 40 station which was unlike her...she didn't like most mainstream stuff. 'Cry Baby' b Melanie Martinez was playing. Skylar sighed and sat on the couch by the door drifting off into her own mind.
She almost didn't even notice the fact hat Sebastian was out, maybe because she was still high on coke. Before she knew it her and "Sabby" as she called him where locked in a small hug. He smelled good. She smiled up at him. "Hey Sabby......how are you holding up?" She asked. Skylar hoped he was holding up better than her. She rubbed her bloodshot eyes. Skylar had a whole slew of nick names for Sebastian. "Sabby, Seabass, Sebrony, etc." Pretty much whatever came out of her mouth. With her current emotional state she was surprised she could muster the slight smile and the nick name.
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Pettiest Bitch Out There
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It made Rosalind happy to see that the responses to her group message were being taken positively and she smiled, letting out a small sigh of content as she walked down the street. Rosalind did know how to drive and had her license but she usually shared her car with her sister which nine times out of ten meant he was walking everywhere she went. It was either that or someone picked her up. But Rosalind preferred the walking. It kept her in shape as she liked to think, plus it meant more people could look at her ‘Provocative Outfit of the Day’. It probably wasn’t the right way to think of it but fuck it, she was Rosalind Allen and she was going to do whatever the hell she wanted.
Skylar’s would be the first she’d reply to, letting her friend know she’d be there soon. Just about another five minutes and she could hold the girl in her arms.
Skylar
Hey, are you busy today? I kinda need some company, have your heard from anyone lately?
Not at all. Wherever you are, just let me know and I’ll be there soon. I haven’t either, those fuckers. I think a group hang out would be splendid right now. I’ll help make it happen.
I'm at the shop, by myself..you want some ink?
Now you know damn well I don't want ink... Not yet at least. Be there in five.
The next would be the group chat. Rosalind would type a response that definitely seemed more like her. Though she was sure Skylar had been sure to tell everyone to come over. But there was no harm in double the information.
Group Chat
Meet up tonight? It’s needed.
Sure, could do w/ seeing you guys. Where? xo
Still in town for the next few days. Where's this party happening?
The meet up- Skylar's job. Your asses better be there soon
Afterwards the walk would be spent listening to her phone’s music, humming along to the chill vibes as Skylar’s workplace finally came into view, getting closer and closer with each step. Before long, everyone would be there and it’d just be like before-
Except Grayson wouldn’t be there.
She could feel the lump in her throat coming once more and she immediately began to reprimand herself.
“Stop it Rose. You need to be strong for Skylar. Don’t be a bitch.” She hissed to herself, wiping away a stray tear angrily as she finally was at the shop. She took a shaky breath, pushing the door open and stepping inside. She’d see both Skylar and Sebastian and would take a moment to soak in the view of her friends, thanking the heavens that they were alive and not gone. The thought of even losing them was enough for her to break down slightly, tears immediately coming to her eyes as she waited for them to part. Silently she step forward,d opening her arms wide and hugging Skylar tightly as tears streamed down her cheeks. The young woman wouldn’t say too much for a small while, simply wanting to hold her friend to comfort her and be comforted. But the time would come to an end and Rosalind would have to say something before it became somewhat awkward.
“Hey there bitch.” Rosalind greeted her, her voice slightly wobbly despite the attitude in her tone as she finally pulled away though kept her hands on the girl’s shoulders. “How you holding up?” Her eyes would be full of concern, something that was rarely seen with her as Rosalind was usually very good at keeping a poker face. “You need anything? Want me to do something? Have you been eating? I’ll order a pizza or something."
Rosalind would quickly stop herself, giving an odd look to the air as she shuddered. Pause. Since when had she become the caring friend? The fuck? She could blame everything that was happening on her being so... Attention-giving. “I do not sound like myself at all…” She muttered, finally looking over at Sebastian.
She gave him a once over, a look of disgust on her face. “Sebastian,” She spoke, giving him an indifferent look. “Nice to see you’re here.” The tone she’d give him would hardly match her words making them sound fake but the teasing smile that would flicker onto her face afterwards would be enough to know she was genuine. She would reach out, giving his arm a small squeeze before turning back to Skylar.
There was so much she wanted to say to her. To apologize. To tell her it wasn’t fair. Wasn’t right. That he needed to come back. That she’d do anything for him to come back. That she didn’t know how this group was going to handle one another now that the glue was stripped away. More and more swirled in her head but a sigh would be the only thing to leave her lips as she went to plop down at a seat.
“… Any Gin? Henny? Fireball?”
Not even there for five minutes and she already wanted to drink. That or smoke.
Pathetic.
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Skylar @AshleyTheNarwhal
Cassie @ailurophile
Keith @Lansis1991
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farewell! i go to find the Sun!
Ramsey hates working at the bakery. She hates when the dough gets stuck under her fingernails. She hates having to wear her uniform (which is incredibly short) that looks like it belongs back on a waitress in the 60's. She hates not being able to pull her hair up because her "half hawk isn't appropriate." She hates the blisters and cuts that coat her hands an arms from the hot pans. She hates having to close the bakery up, because everyone is quick to leave her. She hates herself. She never thought her friends were going to die, but look where that thought of invincibility got Grayson.
Ramsey yelped in pain and staggered back from the sink, clutching at her left hand in an attempt to hold the cut together but the grip wasn't helping any. The faucet was still running and it had rinsed the small droplets of blood off the knife, and the dishrag was clogging up the drain. She made her way to the back of the bakery where there was a (mandatory-to-have) first aid-kit plastered against the wall.
Ramselle dug around in her car for a small plastic bag, smiling at herself when she found it. She had around 13 pills of LSD in the bag, and across the front she had written "15 minutes." Sadly, that's how long it takes for the drug to kick in, but it takes her 10 minutes to get home. She popped one in her mouth, and that's when she heard her phone vibrate. She quickly snatched at it, staring at the bandage on her hand before looking at the screen to see where she was involved in a group chat. Ramsey looked in the backseat to make sure that her bag of clothes was there, and she returned her attention to her phone screen. She laid her phone in the cup holder and drove to the shop, beginning to feel herself mellow down. The brunette had gotten so used to the drug that she didn't smile at the hallucinations or pay them any attention anymore.
Ramsey pulled into the driveway and grabbed her bag of clothes, opening the car door and pulling at her dress. She entered the shop and gazed around the place, feeling a faint (genuine) smile cross her face at the sight of her friends. Even thought it's been hell these past couple of days, they're still together, and she couldn't ask for more.
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AshleyTheNarwhal
@ Camp Flog Gnaw
Skylar Renee' Patterson
Skylar's eyes lit up a bit when she saw Rosalind walk through the door as well. She already felt a little better being surrounded by some of her friends. She hoped the rest would come as well. She ran up to Rosalind and met her hug burying her face in Rosalind's shoulder. Rosalind always smelled nice. For some reason being held by Rosalind made her tear up a bit and in a half crying voice she said. "Missed you slut." Skylar wiped her eyes. This was the happiest she had felt since Grayson died. "Where's everyone else?" Skylar asked Rosalind and Sabby.
Skylar heard the door chime again, it was Rams. Skylar smiled and walked over to rams and gave her a big hug. Poor thing was in that awful uniform her job made her wear. Skylar squeezed Rams. "Nice dress." She said poking fun at her. Skylar pointed to the door in the back that had a giant zombie Hello Kitty on the front. "Bathroom is back there if you wanna change." Skylar hated that damn Hello Kitty she wanted to paint over it so bad but her bosses girlfriend did it so she wasn't allowed to get rid of it. Her bosses girlfriend reminded her of a 2009 Myspace Scene Queen...she didn't even know those existed anymore. She looked at the other two. "So what do you guys want to do?" She asked.
When Rosalind inquired about alcohol Skylar went into the back office and pulled out a bottle of Sailor Jerry Rum her boss had gotten her before Grayson died for her one year anniversary at the shop. "I have rum." She said handing the bottle to Rosalind. "And weed." Skylar turned off the music so she could hear everyone better. " I only have to be here for another half hour then I can close up and leave...unless someone wants to get ink? didn't you guys wanna get something?" She said gesturing to Sabby and Rosalind. "It's on me."
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@TheUnspokenGodess
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mighty lil goon
Owen Changyul Park
Once he read the text about where he was going, he told the cab driver. He placed his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. His head hurting slightly. Every bump and hard turn hurt his head a bit more and the sound of his hidden alcohol swishing didn't help things either. It made him a little paranoid thinking he was doing something bad, he never liked getting in trouble for carrying items liked this. Especially drugs, he heard about people getting caught and put in jail. The thought of even going to jail made him shiver. His hands were wrapped underneath and around the covered bottle. He looked down at the bottle and laughed to himself, "I look pregnant." He spoke in Korean, not wanting the driver to understand him.
About five minutes later, he was at the familiar tattoo shop he stopped by at every once and a while. He entered seeing his familiar pals, Seb, Rose, Ramsey, and Skylar. Looking up at the little chimes he then looked down at his outfit, not really caring
Owen hoped that no one would make a sarcastic comment about his outfit, he wouldn't know how he would respond. He would either respond sarcastically or would snap back at them. He stuck his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, crossing his legs afterwards, bringing his head up and eyes back on his friends again.
TheUnspokenGodess
The Goofy One You Love
The interaction between Skylar and Rose was heartwarming and half of his body wanted to give both of them a bear hug but he remained in his seat, that was their moment and he was going to let them have it. At the mention of liquor Sebastian's head shot up so quick and he watched Skylar dissapear for a moment before returning wit some rum. Earlier this morning before he left Bash made sure to down some Henny, pretty much like he did every morning once both his mothers were out the house. Sebastian removed his cap only to retrieve the small bag of pain meds, why they were in his hat was a good question but he figured it was easier to get to and the last place people checked. Popping open the bag he placed once of the pills on his tongue and then took the bottle out of Rose's hand giving her a smirk before downing a few decent sized gulps and placing the bottle back in her hands.
Before he could do or say anything else Ramsey made her grand entrance and Sebastian smiled at the sight of her, everyone was coming and he surely had missed their faces. Placing the small bag back in his cap he put the hat back on his head adjusting it slightly before drumming his fingers against the counter. He knew how much Ramsey hated wearing that uniform and the fact that it barley covered her goods. Sebastian waited until Skylar was finishing hugging her before wrapping an arm around her and giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, " Good to see you Ramsey". He did in fact want to get tatted and Bash hopped out the chair and moved towards the side of the counter showing Skylar the tattoo. " Well in that case I'm getting this" he still had every intention on giving her money regardless, doing ink took time and effort and that wasn't something he was going to let her do for free.
Right as he was showing Skylar the tattoo he wanted the sound of the door opening again made him turn his head to see none other than Owen himself. " Yo what's up man" He gave the guy a head nod before returning back to what he was doing. " What do you think about this one Sky?".
JujuBee
Pettiest Bitch Out There
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A bright smile would play at Rose’s lips when the door would chime as it was opened. She’d turn to look and see just who it was before grinning at the sight of Ramsey. She hadn’t seen the girl since the funeral and that hadn’t been the best of times. So seeing her here, in the shop was a welcoming sight.
“Hey Ramsey.” She greeted the girl, sending her a small wave from the couch as she leaned back against it. “You should have brought us some of those delicious treats from your bakery. Heaven knows I’m craving one of those chocolate cupcakes. Damn little fuckers go great with gin for me.” She watched Ramsey go back, hearing Skylar ask what it was they wanted to do before getting out something to drink.
“Babe, you are a beautiful I tell you. Beautiful.” She said, taking the bottle from Skylar with a grateful smile before popping it open and making a long swig. The sinful liquid burned her mouth and throat as it went down but Rose ignored it. The sting was welcoming. Let her know she wasn’t exactly dead yet and that she hadn’t fucked herself up too much. Warmth spread through her and she let out a small smile as she looked at Skylar. A tattoo? She didn’t have one yet and to be quite frank was deathly afraid of the pain.She would contemplate getting one though that would quickly be dropped when the familiar weight in her hands would be gone. Whipping her head around, she’d watch as Sebastian took some of the alcohol, only giving her a smirk in response to the glare she directed towards him.
“Asshole.” She hissed, giving him a small shove as he gave it back to her. “You owe me for every gulp you took. Better get me another bottle.” She stuck her tongue out at him when the chiming of the door caught her attention again. This time it was Owen gracing them with their presence.
A smirk would come to her lips, a snarky comment bubbling at her lips over his outfit. Out of the group, Owen was always the one dressed well. Dressed to impress. But today certainly hadn’t been the day. It would have been the perfect opportunity to speak out on it, send a nasty jab to his side (as she usually did with all of them) to see if he’d get flustered. However the pained smile he sent Skylar would be enough to let her know that no, it would not be a good idea. He looked do beaten down and tired, distressed.
‘It’s because of Grayson.’ She thought to herself, deflating just a bit over the thought that yes- Despite being here with her friends, there was still an important part of the group missing and that no- He would never be coming back. A sigh left her lips as she placed her lips on the mouth of the bottle, going bottoms up as she took a longer swig than her first one.
“He can go first.” She croaked after pulling the bottle away from her lips. “I’ll keep thinking about it."
Interacts with: Ramsey
@Serein
Skylar @AshleyTheNarwhal
Sebastian @TheUnspokenGodess
Owen @Meisaki
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Skylar Renee' Patterson
Everyone was starting show up, there were some of their group missing but she was still happy about who was here. She looked up at Sabby ad smiled, which she wasn't used to doing lately. When Owen walked in Skylar looked at him and was surprised at how he was dressed but she didn't get hung up on it. She hugged him back and ooked at the bottle he placed on the table. "Thank you Owen, it's the thought that counts." She smirked at him.
The banter between Sabby and Rosalind was entertaining. She sat behind the counter and just watched everyone interact with each other, which made her realize how high she was. She rubbed her eyes a little and got lost in thought. Of course she thought about Grayson and how he would be all up in the conversation and giving Owen shit about how he was dressed just cause.
Skylar was startled out of her thoughts when Sabby came and showed her the design he wanted. "That's rad." She took the picture and went over to her station. She used the stencil paper and redrew the design so she could transfer it onto Sabby's skin. She loved doing work for people she liked, it was different than just doing tribal on some douche bags arm. Once she was done she walked over to Sabby and held the stencil up. "This look good Seabass?" she asked. A swig of that rum sounded good...but she didn't really drink much.
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