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located in Mountain Brook, a part of Fresh Poison, one of the many universes on RPG.

Mountain Brook



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Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins
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Reagan sat outside the party house with her U.S. Marshal aunt and wishing more than anything that she could be inside having a good time. Nights like these were the ones she cherished because it meant that even for a couple hours she could be a normal teenager again. Usually she wouldn't need to be dropped off by her warden family, but with the recent murder and all of the press drawn to it, the Marshals Hughes family was on high alert. God forbid her picture be in the newspaper and the copycat killer hunt her down again. In all honesty, Reagan thought it was stupid. She was in the middle of nowhere without any contact to her friends or remaining family members. No one could find her.

"Listen to me, Alarra," her warden, Sarah, said. At the sound of her real name Reagan's head snapped over to her. She hadn't been called that in months. It was part of her conditioning to have the Marshals family call her Reagan, so as to get her better accustomed to being that person. Obviously, whatever Sarah was about to say was pretty important. "If there is any sign of trouble, I need you to call me. Under no circumstances can you risk your safety. Make sure you stay out of all pictures, and..." as Sarah drifted into the usual cautions, Reagan drifted off. She'd heard it all before and didn't understand why they felt the need to tell her every time she left the house. "Did you hear me?" Sarah asked, and Reagan nodded, giving her a pleasant smile. "Good," she unlocked the door and Reagan got out, "call me when you're ready to leave. Don't get a ride, one of us will pick you up," she said, speaking of her other two jailers uncles, William and Cole. Reagan nodded, turning away and finally entering in to the screaming blockade of teenagers.

Looking around, she spotted the usual party-goers, whether it be people she hated or had no problem with, and also her good friend, Charlie. "Charlie!" She tried to call out over the noise, but it was no use. Sighing, she made her way over, pushing past various people who either were grinding or doing some form of illegal substance. "There you are," she said, nodding at Callum who was with him. Turning to Charlie, she sighed, "you wouldn't believe how badly I need alcohol right now."