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Darcy Jones

Forever looking at the stars

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a character in “ad infinitum”, as played by phoenixheart

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NAMEXX Darcy Genevieve Jones

NICKNAMESXX None that she's aware of

AGEXX 20

SEXUALITYXXBisexual
xxxxxxGENDERXX Female

NATIONALITYXX American

ROLEX Human

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Darcy stands at 5'6" tall and has a slender build. More often than not, she has her hair tied back in a ponytail or a braid, for practicality's sake. When she takes her hair down, it falls just past her shoulder blades and is longer still on the rare occasion she straightens her hair. Skyler is a pretty girl, not sultry or striking, she's pretty, wholesome even, and is well aware that some people dismiss her because of it. She has light blue-grey eyes that seem to shift along the spectrum depending on her mood and the light. But mostly, they're a pale blue colour.

Her style is very feminine. She often wears floaty blouses, skirts and dresses. She has a very boho, cottage-core style and prefers to wear pastel shades rather than the deeper colour scheme so many of her classmates seem to favour. Darcy doesn't have any tattoos yet, she's not overly fond of needles, and only has her ears pierced. Piercings and tattoos look great on other people, but she's not super sure if they're for her.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Ask most people about Darcy and they'll say she's sweet, kind, softly spoken, and while all these things are true, they don't quite tell the full picture. Darcy lives by the mantra 'Do no harm, take no hell'. She's good to people because that's the best way to get through most things, and if you're good to people, they're more likely to let you call in a favour or two when you need it. She's studious and keeps her head down in class. She does like her classmates, for the most part, Darcy can get along with most people, but she doesn't have the energy for drama. She's laidback about most things, save her classwork, so it takes a lot to get a rise out of her. Not that any of this means she's a pushover. Darcy Jones might be a lot of things, but a pushover is not one of them.

Underneath the sweet face and soft voice is a spine made of steel. Very few people have found her final nerve to get on, but they found out when they had pretty quickly. Darcy has a sharp temper that she mostly keeps in check but it's quite spectacular when it's unleashed. She's more than capable of standing up for herself, despite what her brother thinks. Darcy is a naturally curious person, who has to know the ins and outs of everything. When she finds something that really takes his interest, she can be almost childishly enthusiastic about it, often becoming an avid collector of anything related to the subject and speaking about it at a mile a minute. Darcy is a fantastically loyal friend, and will always have her friends' backs in a fight even if they don't always have hers in return.

Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
All her books have scribbles on the pages and dog eared corners
All her stationary is star and planet themed
She collects dice
Has to have the TV on while she falls asleep

F E A R S:
Needles
Loneliness



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T H EXXP A S T

Darcy Jones is the youngest of three children and the only girl. Having two very protective older brothers, Darcy was most definitely the princess of the family. She loved her brothers, but she chafed against the constant watching. The three, Darcy, Nathaniel and Jesse, were close as children. There are countless pictures of the three of them on family vacations, and at the beach, the park. Three normal kids enjoying themselves. Darcy did well at school, particularly in science. She'd always loved science, forgoing barbie dolls for science kits. She particularly enjoyed making her own gemstones when she was a kid. There were a lot of homemade amythests around the house.

Darcy was twelve when Jesse left for college. A few months later, her parents filed for divorce. In hindsight, the signs were there that the Jones's were on the rocks, but 12 year old Darcy was rocked by the news. The divorce was less than amicable and Darcy ended up living with her dad and Nathaniel. For a while, her mom would come around every weekend to see her kids. Sometimes they'd go out for the day. Darcy loved those days, but as time went on they became rarer and rarer. And then they stopped altogether. Texts and calls went unanswered and eventually Darcy stopped trying to contact her mom altogether. She had her friends and she had her brothers. Jesse had always taken his role as Big Brother very seriously but he eased off as Darcy got older. She was still his baby sister, but she was growing up and had grown into her own person who didn't need her brother standing over her shoulder.

As she made her way through high school, it was obvious that Darcy had a mind for college. She was smart, and she knew it. Most of her subjects came easy to her, Math and Science at the forefront. She took to new concepts with ease and was always asking for more information. She was less good at the artsy subjects, but not dire. She just had to work harder at them. She had a few close friends and larger circle of acquaintances through school, especially when exams came closer. She didn't mind helping out with revision, she actually enjoyed it. It helped her out as well. When it came to choosing a college, Ivy League seemed like the obvious choice and Darcy spent her evenings drafting her applications. And then she researched Cascadia. One visit to the campus and she was smitten. Her application was sent off and she waited and waited until she finally got her acceptance letter.

Darcy settled in to her classes despite noticing some of the more condescending attitudes of her fellow students. So what if she didn't come from an old family? Darcy had already decided on her major before she joined. Astrophysics. She loved looking up at the sky night after night and wondering what was going on up there and now she had the chance to unlock all those secrets.

So begins...

Darcy Jones's Story

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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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Honestly, Hatch was surprised it had taken her housemates a full two weeks to throw a party. She’d been in desperate need of a release, and she’d been around for a week longer than most of them. But then again, she reminded herself, her housemates seemed to have a slightly better relationship with their families than Hatch did. Classes had only been back a week, and that was probably the most stressful thing most of them wanted to escape.

Hatch had left it until the last minute to leave to go home, and she’d come back as soon as possible. And even then, the few weeks she’d been home had been insufferable. Her oldest brother had announced his engagement, which had just resulted in more boring parties with her parents, where she was expected to drink wine and make polite conversation and wear a dress that made her look like every other businessman’s trophy daughter. Her father’s latest attempt at setting her up with some nice businessman’s son had backfired, even if the conversation had lasted a full ten minutes longer than usual. Her parents had spent the time they weren’t gushing about her brother and how wonderful this was for the family making strained conversation with Hatch about college. Her mother had brought her shopping, which had been an ill-fated attempt at converting Hatch to a more “appropriate” style of dressing. Hatch had, at least, gotten some new shirts out of it.

So when her housemates had suggested a party, Hatch had nearly fainted with relief. She’d gotten the word out among her friends and had even helped decorate a bit. They’d told everyone to bring their own drinks, but still had a ready stash of spirits and mixers, just in case, and had plenty of food to go around. They knew nobody was coming for the food, but also knew that it would be appreciated. Especially by whatever dumb freshmen would probably show up on an empty stomach. It always happened.

But It almost seemed like everybody had forgotten the events that had gone down shortly before Christmas. It seemed to just be another one of those events that was hot on everybody’s lips for a few weeks before fading into legend. Of course, a student being found dead on campus seemed to deserve a slightly more prominent place in everyone’s mind. Especially when it was clear they were murdered. The police were still around, asking questions, and there was a much tighter security presence on campus after dark. But if they hadn’t gotten the answers they needed before Christmas, they more than likely weren’t going to get the answers they wanted now, and the event had turned into a source of gossip.

“I heard he was in trouble with a gang,” one of Hatch’s roommates declared from where she lay on Hatch’s bed. Hatch raised an eyebrow, glancing at Lotta. “Drugs, guns, the whole thing.”
“I heard it was a cult.” Francis appeared from nowhere at Hatch’s door.
“A cult, Francie? Really?” Hatch laughed, leaning in to finish applying her lipstick.
“Yeah. Satanists.”
“Pretty sure his death wasn’t ritualistic enough for it to be a cult,” Lottie remarked.
“He pissed them off and they snapped. James says a senior approached him and tried to talk him into going to some service and then when he refused, the guy got really pissed off. He definitely seemed capable of murder.”
“Or, you know, it was just a mugging,Hatch remarked, raising an eyebrow and turning around to face them and taking a sip from her Jack and Coke. “Sometimes things are just painfully ordinary and boring.”

Ordinary and boring. Two things Hatch was determined to never be. Her dress was another present from her mother. It had been pointedly laid out for her before one of the many parties she’d been forced to attend, and was one of very few outfits that her mother picked out for her that Hatch actually liked. However, Hatch took comfort in the fact that she was pretty sure her mother wouldn’t have liked her shoes or her makeup, and relished that.

Even though the party was in her own apartment, Hatch waited until it sounded like there were plenty of people there before making her appearance. Looking like she’d been waiting for everyone else would just make her look desperate, so she waltzed out of her bedroom and scanned the party with a raised eyebrow. It seemed that everyone else had been as excited for the party as they had been. She made her way over to the kitchen to pour herself another Jack and Coke (heavy on the whiskey, of course), where she positioned herself to continue scanning the room and either find a familiar face or someone who at least looked interesting.

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Christmas had been interesting. The last few weeks had been interesting in fact. It was a lot to mull over on the drive back to Cascadia. Darcy banged her head against the wall. She never thought she would be grateful for the distraction of classwork. Still, it had been nice to see her brothers again. Their gentle teasing was her strange little safety blanket.

”Father, who is this woman at the dinner table?”
“No, no, I distinctly remember that my sister was much smaller.”
“Who’s Booker?”
“She’s blushing! Who is he?”


It had been a good Christmas. Jesse brought his family down, his fiance Sarah and his daughter Emma. Emma had spent most of Christmas Day on her uncle’s knee, the two of them utterly smitten with each other. Darcy and Sarah had browsed through wedding dresses. It had been a nice Christmas until her mom’s card arrived. Darcy had only read it twice, but she knew the details by heart.

She hid the card at the bottom of her sock drawer. Darcy wasn’t sure why she had bought it with her. Leaving it at home felt wrong and she couldn’t bring herself to destroy it. Cards and letters from her mom were few and far between. Each item toed that line between precious and damned. It had occurred to her that leaving at home might have meant she wouldn’t have been allowed to come back to Cascadia. Her mom getting in touch and what had happened to that kid before Christmas, no way would her dad have let her come back.

Darcy slid her dress on. Maybe a party was exactly what she needed to get her mind off things. It would be good to see everyone again at least. Even the ones she didn’t particularly like. She checked her hair in the mirror and left.

The party was in full swing when she arrived. Darcy danced around the crowd to the bar and poured herself a vodka and orange. She looked around the room, looking for a familiar face. She saw Hatch’s mane of hair moving across the room, stopping by Isabella. She couldn’t see Booker anywhere. The realisation sent a pang through her chest, which she ignored, because it was totally ridiculous to feel that way about someone not being at a party. Instead, she snuck through the crowd to Beau. She placed a hand on Beau’s shoulder. “Hey Beau.”

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Honestly, this was a good party. Good music, the atmosphere was great, everyone around seemed to be enjoying themselves, as far as Monet could tell. They were happy with it all, but they knew they’d likely grow tired of it if they didn’t eventually cross paths with someone they could really engage with. Monet supposed they could have been paying closer attention, because they very quickly found themself running into someone. Shit, they thought, but realized who it was before any sort of apology could slip past their lips. Monet laughed and squeezed Isaac as tightly as they could. Monet grinned when he complimented their hat, but very quickly adopted a more stern expression, “You, sir,” They pointed an accusatory finger in his direction, “Should have popped by when you got back. I missed you entirely too much.” They were just kidding, mostly. Monet had missed Isaac; they’d missed all their friends. A bright smile spread back across their face, “You look great! If you weren’t so much taller than me I might threaten to steal your jacket.”

Isaac said he was hungry, and Monet raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t eat before you came?” There was a gentle sort of concern in their voice: Isaac needed something to eat, or else he would be absolutely miserable when he started drinking. Of course, he probably just hadn’t had the time. The theatre program could be pretty demanding, so it wasn’t a shock. They grabbed onto Isaac’s hand so they wouldn’t get seperated, and set out to where they assumed some food could be found, “How was your break?” They were, of course, curious, but they also just wanted something to talk about. “It was boring as hell here with everyone gone for the holidays.” Monet looked over the food options, but they weren’t really all that hungry. Still, some chips or something never hurt anyone.

Then Monet heard a familiar voice say, “Hey!” And that, combined with the warm hug, brought a grin right to their face.

“Lucy!” Monet practically squealed as they hugged their friend, “Look at you! You look incredible! I love your top.” Then they turned to Carla, and gave an exaggerated gasp, “My god. You look fantastic, too. Very sexy.”

Now, with their friends around, Monet’s heart felt a little fuller. There was something about the certainty of being among the people you care about. Monet was such a social individual, and being here among their friends felt like exactly what they’d needed.





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Booker didn’t mind his family, but he preferred to see them in smaller doses. All he heard about was how well his sister was doing in med school, his cousin was getting married, his mother’s best friend’s sister’s kid just had a baby, and anything about him was an afterthought. He was happy for his sister, and his cousin, (and he guessed he was happy enough for his mother’s obscure acquaintance he’d never met), but if he were being honest it was grating. He didn’t need to hear about his sister’s gpa for a tenth time, he had it memorized after the third.

He didn’t talk about school much, though. Certainly not about the student that had been murdered. Booker was a little worried about it, obviously, but he had to hope that it was an isolated event. He didn’t need his parents insisting he try to transfer in the middle of the school year. Booker liked Cascadia; he had friends there, he liked the area, the professors. If things got worse, he’d consider it, but as it was he didn’t want to even really consider leaving.

As it was, he was glad to be back. Having some space from his family, he felt like he could breathe again. He always forgot how smothering his mother could be until he was back in her presence. He’d arrived back on campus really last minute, just a few days before classes started back up, and adjusting back to classes was never the easiest thing to do. Booker wasn’t complaining, though, he really thrived at Cascadia, and he enjoyed most of his classes. Maybe he was a nerd, or maybe all the studying was something to focus on so he didn’t have to face his own issues.

Either way, when Booker heard about the party, he figured it could be good for him. The compounding stresses of everything that had been going on meant that even Booker could use a breather. He didn’t tend to go to parties, and everyone that had ever invited him to one knew that he was more likely to say he needed to study than agree to show up, so the times he did show up people acted like it was an act of God or something. “You came!” or “You made it!” or “Wow, I never thought I’d see you outside the library!” Comedic genius, really.

Booker had never really cared for punctuality at these types of parties- it didn’t matter much, and he wasn’t going at all if he didn’t finish everything he needed to do. But here he was, with an offering of some craft beer he’d brought back from Wisconsin. There were quite a few people at this party. He spotted some he’d rather avoid, others he didn’t mind. He figured he’d start with dropping his drinks off; he was willing to share.

He offered a smile to anyone he knew as he went, and he almost went right up to talk to Darcy when he spotted her (she looked really pretty. Well, she was always pretty, but her dress was very nice.), but she seemed to have made herself part of a small group, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to interrupt. Still, he tried to catch her attention by waving at her. He didn’t want to pull her away from her conversation, but if he were being completely honest, he’d missed her over the break. They hadn’t had an abundance of time to catch up since classes had started back up, and he hoped that they'd have a little time to talk, at least.

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Beauregard Taliesin
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xxxAnd I've always been a go-getter
Beau gave a small chuckle as Harmony gave a quick remark almost immediately after, bringing the glass to her lips as she sipped a bit of her shot. Arching her eyebrow up at Hatch as she mentioned Beau's distinct awkwardness that she brought. Almost caused her to spit up the alcohol as she had gone for another sip, "Holy shit, Hatch." she sputtered, wiping the alcohol from her lips with the back of her hand. Beau nodded her head as her friend continued to explain how her Christmas Break went, even though she had an idea of how it went. Their families were relatively similiar in a few ways, so she understood how certain things were. "Psh, trust me...I get that entirely. Mine were no better.." she muttered. Looking down at her own drink for a few seconds before she heard a familiar voice call out from the crowd, as the figure in question walked over to them. Ariza Jackson, one of Beau's best friends that she had actually pissed over the holiday break. "Hey dude, glad to see you finally make it." she said with a short lived smile, as her eyes managed to latch onto someone in the crowd. She only saw the person for a split second, but it was enough to know who it was. The tall, slim figure, long red hair, and overly priced attire. Isabella Vayne. Even the name made her want to vomit.

Quickly looking back at Ariza, the small smile returned as he asked how things had been over the winter break, simply giving a small shrug as Hatch explained how her's went. Beau's eyes dotted from Hatch, back to the crowd as she left to go do something for a moment, "Uh, yeah. Sure...You go, you go do whatever it is that you-ah forget it" her voice trailed off into an incoherent mutter by the end. Way to be smooth, Beauregard, she thought to herself. Rubbing her temple for a moment, she looked back up at Ariza, "Anyway! The break was...as you'd expect. Not even worth going into. As always." she said with a forced chuckle before downing her drink before she began to refill her drink again, "So, what did the glorious life of Mr. Ariza Jackson offer him while he was away from his dear friend?" she said with a small smirk, clinking her cup against Ariza's before taking a small sip again.

It was only a few moments later that she felt someone's hand rest on her shoulder, which caused her to jump a bit before she heard yet another familiar voice speak up behind her. Turning her head to look to her side, a small smile overturned her lips as she saw who it was, Darcy. Another one of her, friends. "Oh shit, Hey Darcy!" she greeted the woman as she gave a short and friendly hug. "I hope you had a good winter break. It's uh, always good to see you." Beau said with a small chuckle, before turning back to place her drink on the counter. "Can I help getting a drink for you? There's, well...Whatever the fuck it is that they have here." she said with another forced chuckle, the nerves were begining to set in full force, taking her own cup back and downing it in one quick go. She'd need as much alcohol as she could drink if she wanted to be able to stay here any longer than she already had been.