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Zeke Mason Moore

"November rain just made me feel so lonely."

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a character in “villains”, as played by SofiUnnie

Description

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Zeke Moore
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full name: Zeke Mason Moore
nicknames: Zee, Messy, Mas, Izzy
age: Twenty-two
sexuality: No preferences
occupation: Ex-pro swimmer; small time drug-dealer behing the scenes
hex: #9316BC
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Got tried with the law, they gon’ drop all the charges,
Ho*s nowadays on the cautious,
Got called from my dog who supply all my sauces.

Juice - Kris Wu
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appearance:

Zeke stands for 189 cm and is rather slim in figure, having toned muscles hidden underneath his clothes. He is rather tan, or at least he used to be in the past. His younger self always had rather proper haircut, and was wearing not much of rebellious clothes much against his true nature. He always had contradicting nature to himself, indeed. He preferred leather shoes to sneakers and tailored jackets to simple t-shirts and leather. He was always clean, and he valued that a lot, often looking like the good son like he pretended to be.

During the college life and after this, he changed quite a lot - he didn't care for the cleanliness much anymore and turned to comfort - ripped jeans, sneakers or military styled boots, t-shirts and leather jackets or long coats. He got himself not just a car licence, but also a motorcycle, which matched with his newly born bad boy look like a cherry on top of a milkshake. His hair was nothing like it used to be, and with the extra piercings came along several tattoos here and there. His style had changed, and Zeke didn't care what people thought of him - he dressed to pissed people off and to keep people off of himself, making a statement of sorts. Bright yellow furcoat was only one of those moments.
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"Lord I'm on fire they think that I'm Satan,
Callin' me crazy on different occasions."

Antidote - Travis Scott
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personality:

The boy used to be very temperamental, when younger and he for sure didn't tolerate anyone opposing him nor harming his friends. Having so much anger deep within, he often shoved everyone else around him away and lived more into himself rather than being an extrovert. People didn't like him, yet they wanted to be his friend due to the wealthy background that he had and he hated it nearly as much as he hated his parents. People didn't like him, and thus kept fair distance from him most of the time. Zeke wasn't stupid and it was easy for him to understand the situations that were being played out, specially if someone was out there trying to ger ahold of something that he had thanks for the rich parents.

He has calmed down quite some, after being on the streets and having suffered a devastating trauma during his college life, causing him quite severe PTSD, he is still trying to do his best to live as normal life as possible. Although he indeed has calmed down quite a lot, but even then there are some parts of him that have gained volume. Nowdays he simply ignores if someone is trying to bullshit with him, but when the chances are that his mood is down in the hell due to not having any normal sleep again or waking up, covered in sweat and from burning nightmares, he won't hesitate to punch back.

The guy is often in denial that he is sad, specially when he is sober and denies that anything happened to him, and thus can look rather cheerful during most of the days. He is good at hiding his feelings from others having to learn it to keep himself distant from his family and friends that remained around him despite the death of this best friend that he gained at the college. Plus he has tendencies to push people away and make himself to be a loner in the fear of bringing unfortunate fate upon others, making them suffer in some way or fearing them leaving him alltogether - it used to be like that in his past, younger self, but is even more severe nowdays. The only person to get through that shell so far has always been Jackson Park.

During the best of his moods, he is rather friendly, goofy and sometimes sulking, often looked down as being cool and cold, though; capable of being a good company and friend if he has any desire for it; but it is well noticed that he has rather nasty mood-swings from time to time.

Overall, he just feels that people in general disregard his value for whom he is, and feels of how people take him after his family, which is something he hates to be associated with. His uncle, whom has died mysteriously, has been the only family ever that Zeke has acknowledged.


likes
✓pretending like everything is okay
✓being high, which helps him forget about his trauma
✓dogs and wolves
✓venturing into ruins or abandoned places
✓good music and underground concerts


dislikes
✘swimming
✘water
✘ his family
✘jax' mother
✘nosey, clingy and overly curious people
✘being made into someone he isn't
✘Being locked up somewhere and small spaces.


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"Gimmie all your kisses baby,
Cause this is bliss,
Gimmie all your kisses baby."

PCH - Jaden Smith ft. Willow Smith
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history:

Born to the rich businessman, they lived in Oakhedge the high life. His father was abusive, pure evil and monstrous person, who didn't care about his kids nor about his wife much, and was overall a very greedy pig. Zeke, at first was nice and genuine kid, gaining fame with his talent for swimming since early age. Whichever school he was in, or whichever thing he took upon him - the kid mastered it in rather short period of time. Aside swimming, he was rather fond for dancing, and did that from aside of it, until he had no time and was solely focused on swimming - through which he managed to gain many fans, specially strange female ones that often managed to creep the boy out, but his personality changed quickly as he grew up.

He was kind of feared and seen as a troublemaker in school, nor giving a real damn about others and doing what he liked. Although, surprisingly, his grades were quite good despire him being absent a lot, he still did his best to get the scholarship into the college and become a professional swimmer. He became to live with his uncle, when he was just fifteen of age, and although he was summoned to the family mansion from time to time, he still did his best to be there. His father, fearing of the family' secret life indoors to be revealed, let Zeke move away from home. For the public, they simply stated that Zeke was going to offer a company to his uncle, whom had been living alone for a long time and was becoming to turn senile a bit, or any other believable reasons.

In the midst of everything that was going on, he found out that his father had been cheating on his mother with someone close to home - businesspartner' wife. Zeke knew the kids of that family, and he knew Jackson. Although they weren't particularly close friends at that time, Zeke hoped that perhaps one day they would. Right before Jackson was about to leave for London, Zeke ran to the airport right after finding out and this is where their friendship and strange union had bloomed. They have been in close contact ever since.

Zeke left home town and headed towards his dream and bright future, only for it all to collapse once again.

During his college years, he wasn't at first interested in this girl nor was she in him; until they somehow found mutual levels of communicating and mutual circle to go out with. They ended up in a relationship, and although she was wanted by many men, Zeke was the one to win her heart in one way or the other. The happiness didn't last for long, until something rather drastic changed his life throughoutly.

Zeke was kidnapped by some fellow students, whom had not just been jealous but also feuding against him for managing to get the girl that was in their gang and chased after with no effort. He was badly injured and after finding himself in the middle of nowhere - a desert of sorts - he understood that he had not been the only one to be kidnapped. His best friend, whom he befriended at college, had gone with him, as they had been hanging out for some time; and he woke up in a trunk which was opened up. Jax looked for his 'brother', but saw him nowhere, only to hear loud shriek of pain from the distance, behind the car. He quickly stood up and followed the sound, hands still tied; and stopped on the edge of the small lake, his best friend in the middle of it, drowning. He was about to launch himself into the lake, as some hands grabbed him and he then understood - it was all planned by some nasty fangrils of his due to the jealousy and not being able to get Zeke. He was being held back, while he watched his best friend to drown and die.

After this, the boy wasn't able to enter the water anymore and he had to resign himself onto another course, because his swimming-days were over. He was constantly suffering in his mind and ended up finding party, drugs and alcohol for himself, due to the pain he felt for losing not just his best friend, but the other two things he loved - his girlfriend, with whom he broke up with after it and swimming.

He took on the habbit of drugs and alcohol, hanging out with strange crowd and picked up dancing again, causing problems and other possible crimes. He was finally plucked out of the streets by his family and older brother, whom had made him go through therapy. Although they dried to bring him back home, he had refused, but after the death of his classmate and after the mysterious death of his uncle, he had returned.

So begins...

Zeke Mason Moore's Story

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Character Portrait: Sutton Deveroux Character Portrait: Jackson Park Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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Oakhedge...oh, how Jackson had sworn he would never come back here again. He'd made a promise to himself to leave this all behind. Everything and everyone that once made him feel worthless. The last time he was here he was several inches shorter, with glasses and a bowl cut, hiding behind every textbook he could find. And he was miserable. This town held every bad memory and every insecure, terrified and terrorized part of him he never wanted to remember. When he learned about Mathew's death, the thought of coming for his funeral was something that never even remotely crossed Jax's mind. For whom and for what? Wasting his time and money to return to a town that oppressed him for a guy who's group of friends made it a point to make his life a living nightmare? The fact that Mathew died didn't make him any less of an asshole, and Jackson isn't willing to pretend that he wasn't. Not to mention, he'd run the risk of running into his parents, if they even lived here still. And Mathew's best buddy, Adrian. The name alone made Jackson's skin crawl.

And yet, if Jax said someone had forced him to come back, he'd be lying. He had his reasons for coming back despite every part of himself screaming that he shouldn't have. All of these reasons included people very dear to him. The moment he found out Zeke's uncle had also passed away, Jackson knew he would have to suck it up, put his big boy pants on, and come back if only to be there for his best friend even if Zeke never asked for it. His stubborn ass never would, but Jax knew he couldn't be left alone at a time like this. And then there were people like Sutton, Parker, and Nas. People that reminded Jackson that there was still a lot of good left in the world. If anything was keeping him here, aside from Zeke's situation, it was them. Jackson had to find them again. Find them and thank them for everything they'd done for him, even if they hadn't realized they did anything.

However, as he stood in front of the mirror, examining his party attire, a major part of him wanted to call the whole thing off. He could just search for them elsewhere, there was no need to sacrifice his sanity so early on in the trip. Zeke would understand, right? Running a hand through his wavy, dark locks, Jackson let out a cinematic sigh and let his body fall back onto the plush hotel bed. There wasn't much time left until the party was meant to start. Jackson just hoped he could catch Zeke before he left his house.

To: Izzy
MSG: So...I think I'm going to skip out on this whole party thing. Have fun without me, I'm sure you'll figure it out :D


Did Jackon feel guilty after hitting send? Maybe a little. But his best friend had always been much better at the party scenes than he was. Someone like Zeke didn't need him around, much less at a party. If he had to be honest, he was lucky to have him in his life at all. With another sigh, he set his phone down, only for it to ding again. It wasn't Zeke's response, as he imagined it to be, but rather someone he hadn't expected to message him today. Jax stared at Sutton's message for a moment, gently biting his lower lip. Should he tell her he wasn't going? Or should he just suck it up and go? Now the guilt in the pit of his stomach doubled, so before he could change his mind, he quickly types out a response.

To: Soo
MSG:I didn't think you'd go. But I guess if you're going to be there, I have no choice.

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Character Portrait: Jackson Park Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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I can never ever hate, don't know about them,
Got my haters asking, "God please, why him?"
Put in too much work to worry about them.


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Outfit: Click here
Car: Mustang GT 5.0
Location: Uncle Andrew Home x Hotel
Dialogue: #9316BC
Thoughts: italic

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Standing on the porch of his childhood home, Zeke wasn't sure what he was going to do now. Uncle Andrew was gone, and it made him feel as if another hole had been shot into his heart, the very same heart that kept bleeding for two whole years now. The terror seemed to get only worse, and this poor boy didn't know what he would end up doing - would he be drowning into the pool of desperation or would he survive, just barely breathing in this bitter demolition that kept happening inside of his mind. Zeke knew for sure that he wasn't going to get any sleep for couple of months coming - hell, he wasn't able to sleep after that disaster anyhow. They kept telling him to take the medications, but he knew that it was a thin line to walk on - afraid to fall into the frantic, infinite circle of addictions, Zeke wasn't going to fall back. He couldn't, simply because of having made that ridiculous promise to Jax.

Sure, they all had secrets, some more than others and he knew that all of them were keen of keeping them. None the less, the tall boy kept his breath for a minute or two, he finally let the air fill his lungs again. It burnt... It burnt like living fire. Just like the fire he had felt when... No! He wasn't going to think about this. Not there, not in this city. No one was going to find it out. Not even Jax. "Get a grip, bruh," Zeke scolded himself in his mind. After he had abandoned swimming, diving and water all together, he still kept his breath while standing on land. It was as if a remainder, that maybe... maybe there was a chance to become cured of this demon inside of his heart and pick up his dream once more, but this 'maybe' seemed only to be a hallucination. Crouching over to the row of dried plants in several pots, he stuck fingers into one of them and found what he was looking for - the key in small, plastic bag! "Ahhaa! Gotcha'!"

It didn't take him long to get into the house, and as he did, Zeke noticed how everything had been covered with white cloth and he just smirked at this sight. Uncle Andrew had been dead only about a week or less, and they had already given up on this place and forgotten about him, although the funeral had not been held as of yet. After his father had called him, and announced Andy's death, Zeke had bluntly threatened his own father not to sell the house, but give it to him. It was small place, but cozy enough for the two guys in the past. It was perhaps the only place he had ever called 'home'.

He didn't know of why he was going to take part of this damned party, but he was still curious. One of his former classmates had died. His uncle had died. What was really going on? Walking into the kitchen, he lit a cigarette and just stared into the spacious backyard, letting his gaze slide over all those artistic sculptures in there, made out of trash, clay and metal. Andy had been a true artist, Zeke had always valued his talent, and his uncle had pushed him into swimming among many other things. A good, kind man who was complete opposite to his older brother, Zeke's father. "Ah, whatever. It's better if I got ready for this damn event," Zeke mumbled sharply, annoyed by the whole situation. From one slump back into the original one, he wasn't happy, but he was more curious than anything. He was going to find out what had happened to uncle Andy in one way or the other, that was something he had promised to himself. Getting changed into rather dandy outfit, he looked different and more fashionable than he had ever shown himself to all these people, rebellious even.

As he had gotten into his nice mustang, that had been waiting for him in the garage, and driven over to the hotel, where he knew Jax was staying at, he got the message at the right moment. Parking in front, music blasting from open windows, he had forgotten that he was listening to his own song, that Zeke had recorded couple of nights before taking the flight back to this dreadful town. He wasn't singing, he was rapping - something he had been experimenting with and well... something that Jax didn't know of yet.

To: Jaxy
"Yo! Get yo pretty ass down here, I am waiting!

This was sure going to be interesting, and he was half-excited to see how everyone reacted at his arrival.

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Character Portrait: Sutton Deveroux Character Portrait: Jackson Park Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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As he stared at the white hotel room ceiling, Jackson contemplated all the options for his next move. Options one through three all involved some half-assed excuse about why he couldn't make it to the party followed by a last minute flight change and a one-way ticket back to London. Option four was a bit more complicated, but it also involved his ditching the party in some unnoticed fashion. He used to be rather skilled at being invisible, surely he could do it again. He was rather pleased with all of them, as none of the options required him to actually stay or participate in this gathering. If he was slick enough, he could steal Zeke's car keys and take Sutton out for a drink. She didn't need to say anything for Jax to know she wanted to be there about as much as he did.

In the midst of his scheming, a subtle thumping of car speakers made their way into Jackson's hotel room. For a moment, he simply ignored it, thinking nothing of it aside from the occasional flashy hotel guest. However, moments after, his phone buzzed right beside his ear and Jax immediately connected the sound to the message and a name. Seriously Zeke?. Surely enough, there was a message demanding his presence downstairs. After taking in a large amount of oxygen, the boy pushed himself up off the comfort of the mattress and slipped on his shoes. There were so many reasons why he shouldn't even go. Aside from the fact, Jax had never liked parties, this place would be full of two types of people. Those he didn't know or barely knew, and those that used him as both an emotional and physical punching bag during his entire high school career and made him a social outcast. Neither of those options sounded very inviting. And yet, a small part of him wanted to go, if only to show up in Zeke's expensive car and make the loudest entrance possible. To show off his new look, his new hair, his new attitude, his perfected social skills, and newly acquired beer pong tricks. To confidently shove it in their faces that Jackson Park is taking no one's bullshit.

With a sudden impulse, Jax grabbed his phone and wallet, complete with hotel room key, and took the elevator to the lobby. The moment he stepped outside and spotted the flashy Mustang, he knew this was it. "You couldn't have picked something less...I don't know...loud?" he teased, a smirk gracing his lips as he made himself comfortable in the passenger seat. "Listen, I need you to drive me to the airport asap! I just got word that my cat is very ill. I need to be there for my fur baby." Jax spoke with genuine urgency in hopes that Zeke wouldn't realize that he didn't even have a cat to begin with. He brought his right thumb to his lips, nervously biting its tip, as the car took off and away from the safety of the Ramada. Whatever happened to come next, Jackson was almost certain he was not prepared for it.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Harry Stone Character Portrait: Shailene Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Rin Davenport Character Portrait: Nas Amasio-Hansen Character Portrait: Jared Garcia Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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Location: En route
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Thought Color ✧ #785278



There were still so many questions lingering on the edges of Shailene's mind - where were his parents? did he still talk to them? has he seen them since coming home? why did you leave me? - but the degree of warmth in his explanation stopped her mouth, made her smile even as she drove and listened. Even the way Harry expressed himself through speech was different; not different to the extent that she felt like she was interacting with a completely brand new person, but there was an openness about it she couldn't recall seeing too often when they were younger.

Chuckling at his redirection, Shailene drummed her fingertips on the top of the steering wheel, making a turn past the library that would lead along a long road with nothing but greenery and cable poles with strings high up in the air to connect them. "What's there to say? After graduation, I left, decided that my favorite color oughta be in my hair on a really, really drunken whim that just so happened to go right, and decided to give into the societal vanity derived from social media and even started capitalizing off of it to help pay for school," she explained, though she followed her last point with a playful wink. "Where I still am, by the way. Five year computer science program that's kicking my ass. Don't ask me what comes next 'cause I honestly have not thought that far ahead." She didn't include Matthew, figured it all went without saying. She wasn't shedding no tears at his grave; there was no small memorial in her room or heart anywhere.

Besides, despite how dismissive or overwhelmed by her program she sounded, Shailene loved it. She had always been fascinated with computers, with how they worked and how they could be torn apart and put back together again, how they can be remade. IT work seemed imminent in her future, but she was also pretty sure she could find work anywhere, so she wasn't particularly set on anything just yet. It felt good to study something she genuinely loved in an environment that genuinely loved her and which she can love without hesitation. She wasn't sure what she was going to do when graduation came. "Still, though," she exclaimed, wrapping slender fingers around the steering wheel and flashing Harry a smile. "It's so crazy to see everyone come out after all this time. Can you believe how long it's been since the last time any of us have been to a Rin Davenport party? I remember feeling like shit when I saw those invites go out only to never get one in eighth grade.


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Location: Davenport Residence
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In another life, had it been anyone else, Nas would have stopped to appreciate the music. It was more of his style than any of the dubstep foolishness topped with a dollop of that pop craze that made him need five different joints before he could take them, the norm for the parties his former classmates attended. Sure, they might have added a few of the mainstream hip hop tracks, to which he had to admit taking the time to enjoy from time to time, but underground hip hop was actually a bit more of Nas' taste. Yet and still, despite his initial nodding along to the music whose volume had randomly increased just as Nas was crossing the lush lawn, the stop he made to investigate only resulted in a disbelieving, "Son of a bitch..." And Nas continuing on his pursuit of the interior of Rin Davenport's home and the bar that would hopefully supply him with a glass of a really, really strong whiskey.

If he were being honest, Nas knew there was no real reason for the animosity found in his former relationship with Zeke Moore, whom with narrowed eyes he had been able to recognize outside from the small distance between them. At least, there was no real reason other than being two surprisingly similar people, almost too similar. To the point that all they could do in that scenario was clash. They were older now, he supposed. Perhaps it would be different. Nas had to snort derisively at that. Yeah, right, he thought. The only way that would happen was if Zeke didn't actively seek out attention and considering the blast of music that was unnecessary, but definitely announced his arrival, that was asking for the impossible. So, with hands shoved into his pockets, Nas navigated through the foyer, noting Rin as she interacted with guests but doing well to not bring any of her attention to himself. It was probably good manners to greet the host, but they had never been close. Never interacted much save for passing tests back down their row so that everyone received one, or a passing apology when one brushed against the other in a crowded hallway.

One face did, however, give him pause. Out of muscle memory, he had been on his way to where Rin usually had the bar and the drink set-up, exchanging quick pleasantries with a few people he might have called something akin to friends when his eyes fell on a familiar set of shoulders and dark eyes...except he was different. Not too different that Nas didn't recognize him, but enough for something in him to feel as thrown as he sounded as he inquired, "Yoooo...Jared, is that you?"

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Character Portrait: Sutton Deveroux Character Portrait: Rin Davenport Character Portrait: Jackson Park Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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Despite Jackson’s best efforts to be upset with Zeke, he never could. Whether it was now or several occasions before this, he somehow always managed to charm his way out of things and though Jax should have been irritated by it, he simply admired him for that skill. Though, in all honesty, Jackson had never been one to get angry or hold grudges, no matter what monstrosity was done to him. And believe me, there were several. Zeke using flashy cars and unnecessarily loud music were barely something for Jax to bat an eyelash at, and considering the current events, the guy was convinced it was simply his friend’s way of coping with it all. While Jackson had become the kind of person that blurted out every little emotion that came to mind, Zeke was quite the opposite. And perhaps that’s what caught him off guard the most.

”just…stay, okay. I need you” Jackson’s dark eyes settled on Zeke’s face, the request setting in as he attempted to catch the keys being thrown in his direction. In all their years of friendship, he’d never seen the guy be this…sincere. Both with Jackson and with himself. Admitting that he needed help and company wasn’t something Zeke did often, or ever for that matter, leaving Jax at a loss for words. After the initial shock settled and gave way to relief, Jackson’s lips curled into somewhat of a satisfied smile, one hand slipping the keys into his jacket pocket. ”Thought you’d never ask.” he teased, having never expected anything remotely close to this. In fact, a lot of things that happened after Jackson decided to leave Oakhedge had been unexpected, one of them being his and Zeke’s friendship. A flashy troublemaker and an honor roll’s wallflower didn’t exactly scream “the perfect match”.

Several turns and underground hip-hop songs later, the two made it to the Davenport estate, officially marking Jackson’s first time being here. He and Rin weren’t exactly friends during high school, in fact, Jackson wasn’t even sure she knew of his existence. Glamorous and powerful Trinity Davenport had no time for people like him, and he’d never had the courage to talk to her. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to change that. ”Actually, I really needed a flashy entrance.” Jackson stated as the car came to a complete stop. It was the small push he needed to keep him here, if only for a little longer than he originally planned. By the time they made it to the front door, the place was already filling up. Some people he recognized, others he’d never seen before. His first mission, however, was to find Sutton. The moment they walked inside, his eyes searched the crowd for a small, blonde cutie, finding several familiar faces amid his quest. One of them being Rin herself. Deciding to make his search a bit easier, Jax pulled out his phone, sending Sutton a quick message.

To: Soo
MSG: I'm here, and I reuqest a very long and well overdue hug. Where r u?

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Character Portrait: Harry Stone Character Portrait: Shailene Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Rin Davenport Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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xxxi spent all my years believing in you
xxxbut just can't get any relief, lord
xxxsomebody, somebody,
xxxcan anybody find me somebody to love?
There was still a question lingering on Harry's mind, even as Shailene spoke. He'd gathered that her and Matthew weren't together when he died, and they hadn't been for a while before that. Harry couldn't say he was surprised. He'd been one of the few people to see the tension underneath the surface, to see that it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. But he still wanted to ask. What happened? He'd heard the rumours, how much had she known? And was she okay? She sure as hell seemed it, but she'd seemed happy all the way back then too.

The change of topic as they moved on to the infamous Rin Davenport party was appreciated. He rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, I know. People looked at me like I was insane when I said I wasn't going in our sophomore year. Nobody said no to one of those golden invitations. And then you brought me along anyway," he said. He'd gotten away with it by downplaying what kind of party it really was and by saying he was going with Matthew. Shailene had actually told most of them, his parents had just believed him. He'd lived on his nerves all evening, but had still managed to enjoy himself somehow. He still hadn't seen anything quite like it since. She knew how to throw a party, and a classy party as well.

As they approached the house, Harry pointed out a parking spot for Shay, his heart starting to pound at the thought of the party, partially due to anxiety, but also to excitement. He wanted people to see who he had become, to see how he had grown. But would they like him? Would they even care? Would they remember him? That one part of his brain that wanted to seek out comfort told him go back, retreat to safety, hide where it was comfortable. But the bold, angry part of his brain was what made him climb out of the car and hold out his arm for Shay to take. "Shall we?" he said with a grin.

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Things weren't going well, and beneath the surface, that was driving her crazy. Everybody seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for something to happen, watching each other, watching her. Honestly, all they needed was a thunderstorm, an overdramatic detective, and a dead-

She caught herself mid thought, realising that it... well, wasn't exactly in good taste. Especially after it had been revealed that Matthew had been murdered. She had questioned the wisdom of her decision, throwing this party. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, a chance to let everybody let off steam. But as she poured herself another glass of champagne, it seemed like nobody actually wanted to let off steam, they just wanted to... sit and stare at each other, by the looks of things.

The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and she spun around to see who it was. She wasn't sure who she was expecting to see, but it sure as hell wasn't Zeke Moore. As far as Rin had been concerned, he'd just disappeared off the map altogether. So promising, and then just... nothing. She would have been lying if she said she wasn't curious to see what had happened to him. And now, here he was, standing in front of her.

"Seems I forgot we're not in high school any more and people have coping strategies that aren't just getting drunk," She remarked wryly. "Or else we're all just so damn suspicious of each other after all that shit that came out about Matthew," she added, rolling her eyes. Then she sighed, glancing around and leaning against the bookcase beside her. "So. How are you? Where've you been? You dropped off everyone's radar without warning," she remarked with a teasing grin.

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Character Portrait: Sutton Deveroux Character Portrait: Jackson Park Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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Jackson clearly remembered Zeke's promise from just a few days ago about staying sober, but he knew for a fact that it would be hard for the male to keep that promise in that state he was in. For that reason alone, Jackson decided he wouldn't be holding it against him. He'd made a joke about taking his car and driving him home should he get absolutely shitfaced, knowing full well that Zeke most likely would not like the idea of Jax driving his very expensive vehicle. Even if Jax was a much better driver than he.

The two moved further into the party as Jax studied his surroundings. Somehow, this was not what he'd imagined a Davenport party to be like. Granted, everyone present was much older now and matured. Well, the latter was debatable. Still, everyone was much less drunk than expected. The male couldn't decide if this was a good thing or not. On one hand, relatively sober partygoers meant fewer chances of random fights breaking out or of Jackson accidentally walking in on more than one hook-up. On the other hand, sober ex-classmates meant he'd be more easily recognized and a big part of him didn't feel prepared for that to happen. That's not to mention the undeniable tension that had now taken over the entire estate. Everyone was on edge, just waiting for something terrible to happen and Jackson wanted no part of it.

He twirled on his heels to face Zeke, some statement about wanting to leave the party early on the tip of his tongue, but the guy was nowhere to be seen. He'd been lost in the crowd, and Jackson in all his thoughts hadn't even noticed. He sighed, running a hand through his unstyled hair, and headed towards the bar area while avidly avoiding everyone and anyone that he remotely recognized. It'd be a couple martinis in that he'd be able to properly face them. So he picked up a glass, reminding himself that between he and Zeke, he'd have to be the sober one at the end of the night, and distanced himself from the bar.

His next mission had been to find Sutton. He'd been prepared to start asking around until she was located. Luckily, that wasn't necessary. The device in his back pocket buzzed a couple of times before Jackson could pull it out and read his friend's name on the lock screen. He quickly read through the message first but gave it a slower second read to make sure he had understood correctly. Shoving the device back into its holding place, he ventured towards the back halls. Having never been in this house, he had to check several doors before finding the actual bathroom, or what he thought was the bathroom due to the fact that it was closed.

"Soo?" he knocked once and then knocked again on the chance that the first knock had been too low. "Sutton, you in there?" He pulled out his phone, readying to call her on the likely chance he'd gotten the wrong door and it wasn't her that was hiding behind it.

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Character Portrait: Rin Davenport Character Portrait: Jackson Park Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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He wasn't sure he was up to the bar to even be there, after all Zeke kind of ditched most of them and Jackson had been probably the only link to the rest of their former classmates and schoolmates. Jackson was truly the only person he actually gave damn about at that point, the only person to see through certain moods and acting patterns of this boy who once had big future ahead of himself.

Zeke had been thinking of indulging himself into the alcohol that was present, sure he could go into his most secret stash, hidden away at Andy's, but promise was a promise and thus, he wasn't going to get on that path again. Of course, there were many temptations in this house, presented for him on this golden plate, but Zeke was going to take the opposite course, unlike what people had been expecting of him. At this point, his pretense self had become a game of sorts, and the main player to trick had become himself.

The young Moore just ignored her remark about Matthew, he knew better not to touch the subject. There were a lot of rumors circling around and Zeke himself just happened to maybe know if some of those were true, but submitting into those he would danger his own secrets to be spilled. He wasn't going to risk on that. "I guess I was trying to find out who I am," he replied to her, grinning and flashing those healthy row of teeth. Zeke had been ready to be bombarded by all sorts of questions, some as directly as Rin in front of him. "Let's be honest. People here don't give a darn thing what one does. All they are trying to dig up is some hidden skeletons." Zeke looked around them, then turned at Rin and asked a question in return: "How about you? Are you one of the diggers or hiders?"

His addictions, his trauma, his preference to gender, his everything - it had to be kept a secret. Frankly, Zeke had even prepared himself in case someone asked anything about his and Jax' relationship. After all they were rather.... unpredictable pair of friends.

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Character Portrait: Harry Stone Character Portrait: Shailene Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Rin Davenport Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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"Well, you know what they say," Shailene sang merrily, "misery loves company." It hadn't been the most miserable situation to have been in; for Shailene to be as "skinny" as her grandmother accused her of having been in high school, Shailene had scarfed down a number of hors d'oeuvres during the event in question, an attempt to keep her brain-to-mouth-filter from acting up. Contrary to Harry's own belief that she "dragged him there anyway," Shay called the night a success in that Harry even showed up and she'd only had one mishap with Matthew, and that was because she'd spent the majority of the night under another boy's (Harry) arm. Shailene had figured the bruising of her wrists a win in comparison to the could-have-beens.

Shay followed his parking directions, recognizing who should or would be present based on the cars she remembered them driving in high school or at least their parents' vehicles. As much as a lot of her former classmates liked boasting about their wealth and all that jazz back in the day, an older Shay was more inclined to see them for what they are and not the envy-inspiring brats who made her roll her eyes behind mangas she covered with textbooks, and about whom she gagged behind their heads as they turned to get lauded for what they considered humor, i.e. picking on a classmate they considered lesser than them. It was those thoughts that made her smile now, a little giddy at the prospect of being among such a group again. Before, when she had graduated, Shailene had yearned to escape. She wanted to leave behind the pitying stares because Matthew cheated on her, leave the ghosts of his abuse in the dark corners, leave behind herself - and now she was back, and still a bit of herself. Still a touch of that girl from before, but better now - stronger. And it was that desire for them to see it, when she had once wanted to hide away and never return, that had her returning Harry's grin with an exuberant, "We shall!"

Taking his arm, Shailene closed her door and locked the vehicle, dropping her keys into her clutch as they walked towards the house. "Ooooh, remember that one time everyone talked about Donovan cuz he barfed all over the Davenport's mustang junior year. I'm pretty sure everyone was ready to shit their pants every day of that week that she was pissed with him," Shailene recalled, noting the lack of said classic car. She never did find out what happened to it then, opting not to bring it up whenever she had been in Rin's presence for fear of...honestly, Shailene didn't know what the hell she had really feared about Rin Davenport when they were younger. If it had been fear at all. She just knew that Rin had inspired this feeling of...of inferiority, and perhaps that was why Shailene both admired and cowered before the girl. She had never been able to tell if Rin liked her much, as she herself never had any real issues with the other girl, but amidst it all, Shailene had respected her. Wished she could stand as tall and as strong as Rin appeared, especially when she couldn't. She didn't think she feared the girl - err, woman - now, but perhaps the fates decided to test that theory because amidst all the familiar faces Shailene spotted upon entering the house with Harry, the one she recognized by name was Rin. "Oh shit, it's Rin," she hissed under her breath to Harry, tugging him closer imperceptibly. "I feel like I'm ten again and waiting for her to go off because Sammy Chastain scuffed her Salvatore Ferragamos."

A middle school Shailene would have scurried off behind a corner somewhere until Rin passed her by; high school Shay would have smiled too hard and ducked behind Matthew, even if it was the least safest place in the world. Adult Shailene felt the residual panic knot in her belly, even as she took those careful strides into Rin...and Zeke's spaces. And if she happened to be dragging - and yes, Harry could actually accuse her of dragging him this time - Harry along, then so be it. Misery really does love company...and what kind of guests didn't greet their hostess? "Rin!" Shailene exclaimed and was surprised her damn self when her smile was genuine, not frozen. As she reached the duo, Shailene released Harry and embraced Rin in a side-hug she immediately winced over, pulling back to ramble, "Oh crap - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hugged you - not that I'm sorry about hugging you because I'm a hugger now, but I'm all about consent and I didn't get that from you, which is my fault and shit - I'm doing the thing....Zeke!" Wincing again, this time because of the flurry of words that had escaped her mouth, Shailene stamped down on the age-old reflex to shrink away by turning her smile to Zeke, whom she also extended a quick hug to on a reflex that insisted that she not not embrace him too. "It's been a minute, how are you guys? You remember Harry, right?"

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Character Portrait: Harry Stone Character Portrait: Shailene Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Rin Davenport Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore

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It felt like Zeke was avoiding the question a little, something that frustrated Rin at the back of her mind. Then again, it had been years since they'd spoken. He couldn't be sure she was the same person, in the same way she knew he couldn't possibly be the same person. Maybe opening up their hearts to people that could very well be perfect strangers now wasn't the best idea. At his question, Rin just raised an eyebrow and smirked, shrugging a little. "Who says I can't be both?" She asked. Two could play at the game of mystery. She had enough skeletons to hide; between what her family did for a living and why she'd been whisked away so suddenly. She'd never fit in at the Swiss school- a little too rough around the edges, a little too many shadows behind the eyes. But she'd fooled everybody, and that was all they wanted to see.

She was momentarily distracted by the entrance of a pair of newcomers. Her eyes instinctively narrowed and her smile dropped a little as she didn't recognise them. Party crashers would not be well received. Unknown to most, she had security hidden around the grounds and the house, ready to intervene at a moment's notice. Only the truly brave or the truly idiotic would try and gatecrash a Davenport party. And then, as Shailene called her name, Rin realised exactly who they were, and her smile returned, surprisingly genuine. She was surprised when Shailene hugged her, but not in a bad way. The other girl had always been somewhat meek, hiding behind Matthew and constantly afraid of stepping a toe out of line. Rin saw a glimpse of that as Shailene gushed an apology for the hug, but there was no way in hell this was the Shailene that Rin had known in school. It was only as Shailene introduced him that Rin even recognised Harry Stone.

"It's great to see you, Shailene, Harry. I hardly even recognised the two of you at first! And don't worry about the hugging, I would have given my consent anyway," she said, raising an eyebrow a little teasingly. "I've been... good. Busy. But I'm sure nobody here wants to hear about the ins and outs of the fashion industry, how are you doing? Shailene, I was... so sorry to hear about Matthew, about... everything." She didn't want to gush or be invasive. She'd heard the stories about the cheating, just like everybody else. She didn't know about how it ended and frankly she didn't want to know, but she didn't want to waltz around the elephant in the room either.

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There was something about approaching the Davenport house that still gave Harry the chills. He could remember the exact incident that Shailene described. There had been a tangible tension among their class the whole week as they watched Rin with baited breath. Rumours flew about what her family had done to Donovan as a punishment. Apparently "send him the bill" hadn't been quite dramatic enough. Perhaps understandably so, however, as Rin herself had seemed notably on edge. Well, as on edge as the resident ice queen ever seemed. But the invitations had still gone out to the next party. Donovan, however, had been denied one, a grudge that Rin had never dropped. He wondered if he'd even been invited to this one.

Harry hadn't even noticed Rin until Shailene whispered about feeling ten again. Rin had hardly changed. As always, she seemed a tad overdressed, and as always, she pulled it off flawlessly. She was talking to Zeke, who had... changed a lot. Just as much as Harry, it seemed. Harry would have preferred to at least have a drink in his hand before talking to either of them, but instead, Shailene was dragging him over to them. He fixed a smile on his face as they reached them and Shailene embraced Rin. Even as Rin shrugged it off, Harry decided against trying the same thing, instead just nodding at both her and Zeke as Shailene mentioned him. Rin was as gracious as always, it seemed.

The comment about Matthew put Harry a little on edge. Him and Rin had been friends as far as he knew, and he wasn't entirely sure what to expect next. He knew for sure he didn't want to deal with that drama without some alcohol. He cleared his throat. "It's great to see you too, Rin, looking beautiful as always. I'm going to get a drink, can I get anyone anything?" He asked, noting Rin still had a glass mostly full of champagne in her hand.

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"Yeah?" the tall man inquired at Rin's question, "Sounds like you could become my ally while staying around. There is something I wanted to ask from you, though..." Yet, both of them were interrupted by two figures from the past.

His face remained the same, and although Zeke had been craving some alcohol recently, he had a big issue - a dilemma - to drink or not, but the moment he suddenly saw Harry and Shailene in front of him, all the emotions he once had in the past flushed over him, and he just felt the need to drown all over again. If he was going to cause some problems later that evening and night, he would gladly take that role of an asshole upon himself. It wasn't far to reach, anyhow. Seeing Harry made him think of Toby all over again, and it made Zeke feel sick... had he really fallen in love with Toby back at college only because that one reminded him of Harry so much? Zeke didn't know, but all he knew was that he was alive and he was unable to save Toby from drowning.

A sudden skin ship from Shailene, but it had escaped as fast as it had appeared; Zeke was just nodding to the two, eyeing Harry with slight curiosity. "Yo," was the only greeting that came from him, from Zeke who was leaning against the bookshelf with a cool, smug aura coming from the Moore heir. But after the words from Rin about Matthew, Zeke drew his dark eyes at Shailene, a rush of sudden emotion of wanting to escape this place flowing over him. He could've easily just do that, but Jax was here and he... wasn't going to leave without at least seeing Nas face to face once.

"I've already got my own," Zeke finally spoke and reached into his fashionable coat' inner pocket and pulled out silver flask, and offering a smug grin, which was more on the side of being playful rather than cocky, "Blue Label at your service," he added, offering a sexy raise of his left eyebrow. Opening the flash, he took a big swing of it, letting tis expensive taste set on his tongue, then burning up all his insides for a moment. It was a bad thing for him to drink, having been sober with difficulty for couple of months then. "Ah, fuck it... Jax can drive later, or I'll just take a cab," he thought to himself, "besides I doubt anyone else but him knows about my demons."

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Overeager, her brain accused her, even as her smile widened at Rin's reply, You're still too fucking overeager. It didn't matter. It didn't matter anymore because although those jitters still existed, Shailene was not ten years old again and Rin Davenport was not some untouchable scion placed in their midst to remind them all of their inferiority. And Shay would continue to tell herself that for as long as she remained in this small town with its small people and the memories of a small, stupid girl she once remembered seeing in the mirror.

It seemed an even greater test then when Rin brought up Matthew, as she was wont to do. As she had the right to do, especially considering he had literally just died. Still, it reminded her of high school and people questioning her about his whereabouts because she'd always been his favorite accessory, hanging from his pocket and too rough hands like the broken ragdoll Shailene had been sure Rin - and everyone else - had managed to see her as. They had just been polite enough to never say it to her face. Her smile dimmed, though not for the reason Rin might think. "I wasn't," she heard her own voice state, distant and emotionless. Too honest, her mind screamed. Shailene blinked, shaking away at an unseen force. "I-I-I-I-I mean...I didn't - I'm numb, I think," she better supplied and hurriedly added to Harry at his escape for drinks, "Wine, please. Red, if any." Turning back to Rin and to Zeke, the latter of which pulled out a flask Shailene tried to not actively salivate over, she continued to explain, "I didn't know how to feel wh-when I got the call and I don't...I don't think I know how to now." Too much. Shailene cursed her brain and mouth once more, at their reluctance to be silent when even gently pressed. She shrugged for good measure then, trying not to let the rest spill - the vitriol, the rage, the...tears? Did she want to cry? "I guess I just thought I'd get the chance - " To hit back, to rant and rage, to scream, to curse " - I never got to say goodbye."

She hoped she had sounded sad enough, like the ex-girlfriend and once upon a time future possible wife of a dead classmate the preacher had stated was gone too soon. She hoped she added the right amount of tremor and though the stutter was actually genuine in an effort to conceal the most honest thing she'd said in the beginning, she hoped that her eyes reflected regret, grief. It was easier, however, when she brought a small smile back to her lips. Genuine. "Still, though, this is a party and I know it's been a somber few days, but this just won't do, don't you two think?"

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"No thank you, Harry," she said in response to him asking if they wanted any drinks, holding up her mostly full glass as an answer. Her eyebrow arched as Zeke pulled a flask from his pocket, declaring it to be blue label. A sharp but playful retort was on her tongue, but she held it back; a good decision as she saw Shay's reaction to the question. It seemed genuine enough, but Rin felt like there was something else there. Something she didn't dwell too hard on. It wasn't her place to pry. She felt like Shailene would afford her the same courtesy.

"I completely agree. However, despite my best efforts and the sheer amount of top quality alcohol on offer, people just don't seem to be in to it," she remarked, glancing around. God, her parties used to be legendary, and she'd be damned if this one went down as a failure. Had even more rumours about her family, hell, Rin herself gotten out? Had any of them even been true? She shrugged it away as Harry reappeared with a glass of red wine for Shay and a glass of what looked like Coke, presumably with something else. She held up her glass to them.

"Here's to fresh starts. Leaving the past behind and all that jazz," she declared. "Now, what do they say? The best leader leads by example? Well, then, gentlemen and lady, I think that's exactly what we need to do." She drained her glass and started for the nearest dance floor, hoping they would follow. She could feel the eyes following her, and that gave her a steely determination. She was Trinity Davenport, and she would give them something to talk about if it killed her. But this party would not be deemed a failure. Whatever else happened, it would not be a failure.