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Winston Parks

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a character in “Autumn Leaves”, as played by purpletorment

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N A M E
Winston Samuel Parks

N I C K N A M E (S)
Winn | likes, used by most
Winny | neutral, used by closest friends
Sammy | hates, used by family

B I R T H D A Y
january 8th | seventeen

S E X U A L I T Y
bisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
50% English 50% American

H E X
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S T Y L E
Winston always tries to dress his best, it's merely a personal preference. Button downs, jeans, anything classy that permits to the weather. He's never liked standing out, but if others notice him he always tries to look nice. He also has clear, eye glasses that he only wears on occasion.

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H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'1' & 184lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Winston has never really spent much time commenting on his appearance, and most of the time he's so quiet that no one notices either. His appearance is very striking, almost intimidating with his straight, dark hair and bright blue eyes. His features are very angular and structured however they soften up lightly when they reach his eyes. He gives off an aura of a sophisticated brain, which is not entirely wrong.

His tall and thin stature lead most to think that he's never had much of an athletic background, however he played soccer for nearly 8 years and has acquired a lean figure for it.



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L I K E S
Winston has always loved reading classic literature, such as Jane Austen and George Orwell. At a very young age his mother had him take piano which he enjoyed but he stopped when he reached middle school. Winston loves a visiting the park often situating himself on a bench covered by a large oak tree. He loves the smell of mint, and always keeps a piece of mint flavored gum in his pocket to distract him when he's feeling anxious.

D I S L I K E S
Winston hates being in the spotlight. Ever since he was a child he was always good at navigating things from behind the scenes and was adamant about staying out of the spotlight. He also has a distaste for obnoxious people he can find them very overwhelming and overbearing to his rather quiet persona. Winston hates snakes and blood, something a lot of people don't know about him. He once fainted in 5th grade because a kid had a bloody nose.


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Winston has what most would call a quiet personality, quiet, calm and quite passive. He's is not shy, or afraid to speak his mind, he just finds comfort in not having to speak, all the time. He likes to think that this makes him very observant, and unfortunately a tad bit judgmental to others. When dealing with people Winn normally tends to focus his attention on just a few people, a single worthy cause, he likes the company of others but doesn't like people who talk too much for him to chew. It's why he found so much comfort in having a controlled friend circle. Winston always has good intentions when it comes to making 'friends' or even starting small talk, but sometimes to stranger he can come off as cruel or even rude.

Winn is a remarkably bright individual, considered by many to be something of a genius, though he would never use the term himself. As a child he was separated a lot from his peers because Winston never truly related to his classmates. However, Winn is thankful his parents never let him skip a grade, he'd probably be even more detached from them. His brain still leads him more than his heart ever has making him a very calculated individual. The only time Winston ever let him heart take the wheel is when he started to have feelings for Autumn. When it was revealed she was using him however, he completely tried to shut that part of him out. He never wanted to be embarrassed like that again.

When someone has the chance to get close to Winn however, they will find a very interesting individual. He's very funny, something that not a lot of people know. He's witty, and bashful which almost seem strange coming from his tall stature. In the same way he is also a very artistic person, literally and figuratively. Winston sees the world in a different way, which makes him difficult to understand, but once you can get him to open up you'll find a poetic and intuitive young man.



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F A M I L Y

Amelia Parks nee Clifford : A bright and charming woman who grew up in Wales. She attended college to become a writer and fell in love with an American foreign exchange student. She followed him to the United States and settled, continuing to write. Amelia has a fairly positive relationship with her son, they both share quirky artistic ideals.

Jason Parks: A quiet yet exciting man who grew up in the bustling city of San Fransisco. His family was quite poor growing up and his intelligence gained him a full ride to Swansea in Wales for pre-med. Jason and Winston have a quiet and understanding relationship, it's almost like they're business partners.

Darby Parks: Winston's younger sister is very much like him. Quiet and introverted, and quite the mind. Winston gets along with her fairly well although their quiet minds make them both adamant to not speak to each other very often.

Wolfgang Parks: The black sheep of the family. Loud, crazy, average. Wolfgang sticks out like a sore thumb among the Parks family, he could talk for each of them if they let him. However, he may get a little obnoxious sometimes Winston adores his little brother's bubbly attitude.


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H I S T O R Y
Winston was born to a rather fortunate family, with his mother being a successful writer and his father being a doctor. He was the oldest of the Parks children, his sister Darby just two years younger than him. From a young age his parents began to notice the raw talent that the boy possessed, but they wanted to keep him as humble and normal as possible. Winston wasn't Albert Einstein but he had a bright future ahead of him, but his mom's artistic side wanted her son to be thoughtful as well. Although this side of him made him a little introverted growing up, Winston still had the ability to make friends.

The majority of Winston's live was rather average. He had a loving family, a dog and two cats, they had family brunch every Sunday, and his parent's and grandparents attended all of his piano recitals and soccer games. It was a little repetitive and boring, but Winston didn't mind at all, it was a comfortable life and that's all that really mattered to him. That is, until he met Autumn.

The girl was an auburn fire admits a white canvas and Wintson was starstruck. He had never really taken interest in girls, or boys since he was always so involved in his work. Autumn's personality however could not be ignored, she was so bright and Winston clung to her like a firefly. At first, Autumn had no true interest in Winston other than the quiet friend that she had come to know. However, she began to appreciate him a bit more and one night when he was helping her with trig she leaned over and kissed him. Autumn had a boyfriend. But Winston tried to ignore that thought. This was the first person who truly took an 'interest' in him and he really couldn't resist. He was a puppy in love, so much so that he was completely blindsided to the fact that she was using him. Their relationship was only ever physical and it took Wintson a long time to see that. Finally, when autumn cut ties with him, it shattered his heart and left him empty. He was detached from his friends for a while, but he wouldn't tell a soul. He couldn't bare the thought of judgement from the others, he was quite frankly ashamed of what he'd done. He never hated autumn after that, hell, he was still kind of in love with her. Her death came as a shock to him, a cold one. However, he knew that if anyone ever found out about their relationship he'd be put in the spotlight, and he didn't want that so, he kept his mouth shut.


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So begins...

Winston Parks's Story

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Image1st October 2017

The investigation is underway and today is the day each of the six friends will be questioned. School is commencing as usual, therefore the six will be individually interviewed starting from 4pm. The police and school want to provide a sense of normalcy for the students, and so thought it crucial not to interrupt their school day. Little do they know that another, mysterious, figure has other plans for the six. In a small room, with curtains drawn and lit only by the light of a singular desk lamp that has begun flickering, showing it's age, a person sits, phone in hand as they write out a series of texts.

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To: Felix, Willow, Winston, Veronika, Angelina, Noah, Alice, Carissa, Dashiel, Kara

I know what you did.
Autumn.


The number is blocked and the teens have no way of tracing it, all they can do now is hope and pray that they don't get any more of these cryptic messages from a dead girl.

If only it were that simple.




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Veronika stretched her leg out across the bench and reached forward to her toes. She could feel the slight pull in her thigh before she eased back up and rolled down again. It had been a long morning, she mused as she pulled off her second boot. Triple salchow after triple salchow. She landed the last one awkwardly, skidding along the ice. Her fingers were red from the surface water and she could feel a bruise beginning to bloom on her thigh.

She threw her boots into her bag and slid the band from her hair. She shook her head trying to get the damp kink out of it. Veronika was halfway through finger brushing her hair when she heard her phone buzz. Weird, she thought. Who was texting her this early in the morning? She put the thought out of her head and headed out to the parking lot. Veronika pulled her coat around herself as the cold morning air bit through her. She threw her bag onto the passanger seat and sighed.

The last fall. The last frigging fall. She had almost had it and she fell. Veronika slammed her hand against the steering wheel. The horn echoed across the lot as she sank lower into her seat as a few heads turned her way. She slid her phone from the front pocket of her bag and tapped on the unknown number.

Uknown
I know what you did.
Autumn


Her hands shook. This had to be a sick joke. It had to be. She dropped her phone onto her lap and started her engine. What kind of sick prank was this? Who pretended to be a dead girl to text people? Her father had always said that this had been a nice town with nice people. Clearly. Veronika picked her phone back up.

To:Unknown
Is this supposed to be a joke?


To: All
Finished practice. Anyone need a ride?


A second later her phone buzzed. 'Failed to send' flashed up. Veronika cursed in Russian and dropped her phone onto the seat next to her. She rested her head against her hands and took a deep breath. This was fine. She hadn't done anything wrong. Veronika set her car in gear and pulled out of the lot, driving slowly as she waited for a response from her friends.

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Even though it was October, Noah wouldn't miss a morning run. It was the only approved way to get out of the house before anyone else was awake. Normally his mother was up by 6:30 making breakfast, so he always tried to leave by 6:15. But the pregnancy had been difficult for her so far, and the doctor had ordered bed rest for most of the day. She couldn't stand it, but she didn't dare risk disobeying.

The cool air wrapped around his legs and arms as Deep Blue Scene's latest album streamed through his cordless earbuds. Their music had always been more appropriate for cold seasons. His sneakers struck the pavement to the even 4/4 rhythm of "Free Fire." His lungs burned from the chill of the air as he jogged up the driveway of the Oliver family home.

The music volume dropped as his text tone sounded, but he didn't bother to check it. Instead, he climbed the stairs, headed straight for the shower to wash away the layer of sweat on his skin. He turned the water as hot as he could stand and stepped in, letting the heat thaw the frost in his bones. He missed two-a-days. Soccer practice was the best excuse to leave early and come home late that anyone could ask for, but the off-season league only practiced after school. He supposed it could be worse, though. As soon as indoor started, he'd be down to three practices a week until the regular season.

Soon enough, he couldn't put off getting out anymore. He had to get dressed and face the smell of bacon and eggs from the kitchen. So he did.

Noah couldn't remember ever seeing his father cook before, but here he was for the third week in a row, preparing breakfast for the family. Noah finally checked his phone.

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I know what you did.
Autumn.


The text itself was disturbing enough. I know what you did. But the signature at the bottom was enough to make him want to smash his phone on the spot. Autumn. Impossible. Autumn. She died. Autumn. People don't just come back from the dead. Autumn Autumn Autumn.

"Who's texting you this early?" his father asked with a frown.

Noah locked his phone and gave an innocent smile. "Just Dash," he lied. "It's nothing important. Just jokes."

"You know we still need to meet Dash," his mother said from the kitchen table, surprising Noah. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but he managed to calm himself before either of his parents saw.

"Yes, ma'am, soon, maybe," he said dismissively, and he began to set the table. It wasn't that he was worried about what they would say about his best friend. On the contrary, he knew exactly what they would think about his tattoos, his piercing, his clothes. It was something he would avoid if he possibly could. His father piled bacon, eggs, and toast on to each plate. The three of them sat at the little round kitchen table, breakfasts steaming on their plates, but none of them made any moves to eat.

"Would you like to lead us in saying Grace, Noah," his father ordered, cloaking the demand in the trappings of an offer.

"Yes, sir." He knew the prayer by heart. He could recite it without an issue beside the dryness of his throat and the anxiety ripping at his chest. So he did.

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'Ah, forget it, I am up now.' Carissa thought to herself after hitting the snooze button on her phone for the fifth time this morning. She groaned as she rolled over to the other side of her bed and could not believe that school was still commencing after Autumn's death. With the thought being put in the back of her mind after her ears twitched at the door to her room opening and her mother waltzed in, sitting at the foot of Carissa's bed now. "You do not have to go to school if you do not want to." Her mother stated as Carissa sighed and rolled over to face her mother now, shrugging her shoulders with a response now. "I'm good to go to school." She mentioned as her mother nodded her head then stood up while letting Carissa know that her father was preparing breakfast. "I'll be down in a minute. Let me get ready." She said as her mother left her room and Carissa removed the covers from over the lower half of her body then officially got out of the bed. She stretched her arms up high towards the sky and let out a small but well deserved yawn this morning as she walked over towards her closet now, rummaging through it until she decided on a decent outfit to the day.

Once that was marked off the checklist within her mind, she continued on towards the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth, showered and curled her hair. From there, Carissa walked back into her room just in time to hear her phone chime as she was getting a message from someone. Carissa picked up her phone and saw the number was blocked, which made her raised up her left eyebrow as she went ahead and read the message anyway. As she was done reading it, she threw her phone on the bed and let out a gasp then covered her mouth, trying her best not to scream. The text sent shivers up her spine and she was literally breaking out in chill bumps from that message now. Even though the text message scared her a little bit, she still got ready for school and sat down at her vanity area as she put on small dabs of her makeup but jumped whenever her phone chimed again.

'Who could this be now?' Carissa asked herself as she put on lip gloss then stood up and walked back over to her bed, where she grabbed her phone and seen Veronika's name scroll across the screen. With a breath of relief passing over her parted lips, she read the message and started to type out a reply.

To: Veronika
If you do not mind swinging by the house and picking me up then I'd love a ride. :) Thanks in advance!


She sent the message then turned towards her floor stand mirror and reviewed over herself then nodded her head with approval as she grabbed her purse on the way out of her room then went down the stairs to join her mother and father for breakfast. "Morning, dad." Carissa said as she delivered a kiss upon his cheek then smiled over towards her mother as she sat down at the table and looked at the steam wafting off of the breakfast. "No need to take me to school today, dad. Veronika's taking me, I think. I'll let you know otherwise." She mentioned as she started to eat her breakfast and her father smiled towards her with a small nod of his head. "Sounds good." Carissa smiled over towards him then snapped her fingers as she wondered who was going to school today and who wasn't so she decided to send out a mass text.

To: The Friends :)
Please tell me that you all are going to school today.


She did not want to be too alone at school today so that's why she decided to ask everyone to see if she needed to stay at home today or not. But it probably was a little bit too late for that now that she mentioned to Veronika and her parents that she was going. Once she sent the message, she sat her phone down and went back to eating breakfast and socializing with her parents while she waited for Veronika to swing by the house to pick her up this morning.

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Felix started out his morning as he did any other - being crushed by the weight of his sister, Zehra, jumping on him. Wincing slightly in pain, Felix pushes her off onto the bed and sits himself up. Zehra just stared at him, a grin plastered over her face. Felix knew she didn't realise that she wasn't eight any more, and he couldn't really take the weight of her whole body now. Alas, that was something he couldn't tell her though, not when she derived so much joy out of trying to make him mad by waking him up in this manner. "Morning Z," Felix says, the end of his sentence turning into a yawn as he stretches. "Mom says you gotta get up so," She picks up a pillow, "Get up you lazy bones!" Zehra shouts, continually hitting him with said pillow. "I'm up, I'm up." Felix laughs, getting out of bed and moving a strand of hair out of his face.

Ushering Zehra out of his bedroom so that he can get ready for the day, Felix leans back on the close door and sighs, the smile fading from his face. Another day without Autumn. He let that sink in for a moment before shaking his head and standing up. Knowing that she wasn't here gave Felix a cold feeling in his stomach and his eyes began watering, but he also knew that he couldn't let his family see him like this. It wasn't right to make them worry about him, he was fine really, some mornings were just harder than others. Walking over to his adjacent bathroom, Felix rests his palms on the corners of his sink, feeling the cool marble sooth his hot skin - something that often happened when Felix got worked up and sad - looking at his slightly puffy reflection for too long.

Not realising how long he had zoned out for, Felix hears his mother shout up the stairs. "Felix, breakfast is getting cold!" He ha to go. Shoving on a typical outfit of black skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt at least two sizes too big and an even larger red jumper, Felix makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning son." His dads says, peering over his opens newspaper to look at Felix, to which his son nods his good morning. Taking a seat at the dining table next to his little brother, Zachariah nudges Felix to look at something on his phone. Glancing at the screen, Felix sees a video of girls talking to the local news. Turning up the volume on his brother's phone, it becomes obvious that they're talking about Autumn. Felix didn't even recognise them, but they way they spoke about her was as if she'd been their best friend for years. It wasn't right. Feeling his throat start to tighten, Felix goes to stand up and rush out of the room but before he can his mother is upon them. Snatching Zachariah's phone out of his hand she gives him a quick glare, before turning her gaze back to Felix. "Sit, honey, you need to eat before school."

Placing a strained smile on his face, Felix nods. Grabbing a lukewarm piece of toast from the table (that's what he gets for being so late down), Felix tries his best to finish it but only manages half. Washing that down with a glass of orange juice, Felix finally stands up from his seat, "I have to go or I'll be late." Is all that comes out of Felix's mouth before he exits the kitchen.

Grabbing some busted old sneakers from beside the door, Felix pulls them on, grabs his bag and exits out into the cold morning. It's then that his phone vibrates. Expecting a text from one of his friends, Felix unlocks his phone, but what he reads is far from a friendly message. I know what you did. That is enough to stop Felix in his tracks, not even three steps out of his door and Felix already wants to go back inside. However what really chills his blood is the signage, Autumn.

No. This cannot be happening. It had barely been a month since her death and people were already trying to mess with him? What was happening. Felix's head started to spin as he headed back for home. Where it was safe. However just as Felix was about to pound on the door, another text comes through that grounds him. Veronika. A friend. Hastily texting her back, Felix can't help but notice the slight shaking in his fingers.

To: V
I could use a lift, just left my house.


Felix knew it shouldn't be too far out of Veronika's way as he didn't live that far from where she had practice. Taking a seat on the steps that led down from his front door, Felix focused on his breathing as another text came through. This time, It was from Carissa.

To: Cari
I'll be there :-)


Now, all he could do was wait for Veronika, and think about that awful text.