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Sam Schroeder

"We are deaf, we are numb, free and young and we can feel none of it."

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a character in “Astoria”, as played by partially-stars

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SAM SCHROEDER

"We are deaf, we are numb, free and young and we can feel none of it."
- Hozier






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NAME Samantha Ruby Schroeder

NICKNAMESXX Sam, Schroe

AGEXX 19

SEXUALITYXX Pansexual
xxxxxNATIONALITYXX American

YEARXX Senior

D.O.B.XX September 1, 1999

HEXXX #F6AE99






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HEIGHTXX 5'8"

HAIR COLORxdark brown with blonde ends
xxxxxWEIGHTXX 140lb

EYE COLORXX Brown




Upon meeting Sam, most have a moment where they lose track of the conversation because they're too busy trying to figure out where she's from. Her features don't seem to match her name or her accent. There's some days where she looks more like her mother, with her hooded, dark brown eyes, and round cheeks, and then others where she looks like her father with her long, slender nose, full lips, and skin that seems to be constantly shifting in colour from pale to golden brown. Her style is a little punky- the moment summer starts, she dyes her hair the brightest colours, only to return to a somewhat normal colour when it comes to returning to school. At nineteen, she already has some tattoos- "to the stars and beyond" in japanese, using her mother's handwriting, as well as a small owl on her arm. She covers them up for school but loves showing them off when she can.

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STRENGTHSXX
XX➥ Fearless: It takes a lot to intimidate Sam. She'll dive in regardless and give it a try anyway.
XX➥ Dedicated: When Sam puts her mind to it, she'll work as hard as she can to get what she wants.
XX➥ Assertive: Despite her temper, she never loses it when it comes to negotiating, but she won't back down either.

WEAKNESSES
XX ➥ Reckless: Sam has no regard for her own safety a lot of the time and prioritises her wants over her safety.
XX ➥ Angry: Sam has a lot of built-up anger that occasionally erupts out and explodes, giving her a bad reputation.
XX ➥ Distant: She doesn't let herself get close to people. Period.

FEARSXX
XX➥ Losing her father: She's already lost her mother, she can't lose anyone else.
XX➥ Elevators: Her mother died in one, and as a result they make her feel claustrophobic and panicky.

SECRETS
XX ➥ Her family's financial situation: They're in a lot of debt, and she's afraid to ask her father about the men that bang on their doors in the latest hours of night.
XX ➥ Her "job": She isn't proud of working as a drug runner, but it's money.


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PERSONALITYXXX Not many people know Sam that well at all. Even the people she founded the softball team with know her only on the surface, know her only as the sarcastic, brave, ambitious girl who will do what it takes to get things done. Many just know her as the intelligent, aloof girl who seems to drift between friend groups, never staying put. She likes it that way. Letting people in only opens the door to get hurt. People respect her for the most part, and that's all she really wants in the end. She has a natural talent for dodging real, deep friendships without people realising she's sidestepping them. It just seems to be her way, the way she moves from person to person, never sticking around for long. She won't let herself get hurt. She won't let other people get hurt because they got tangled up that is the mess that is her life. She'll admit that yeah, the way she lives her life is lonely. Maybe when she gets her life ironed out and functional again, she'll let herself make friends. But not now. She tries to keep her life and her... work separate. None of the people she works for knows her real name, her number, or even what she looks like. Nobody in her life knows that she does this. Not even her father. Especially her father. He's the only family she has, and she won't let herself break his heart. He's under such stress already. She's fortunate in that because he has to work so much, she has the freedom to do what she needs to.

And she'll do that. She'll push herself to do what it takes, she'll push herself to get what she wants and she needs. Rules become a mere suggestion, perhaps an idea to follow. She knows her job could get her into legal trouble, she knows that if that was to happen she could ruin everything. But she does it anyway. Because she needs the money, and she's good at it. She cycles everywhere anyway, and she knows the streets that help her avoid detection, but that won't raise eyebrows. A black hoodie slung on over her favourite band shirt and a bandana holding her hair back turns into her disguise. She's smart in more ways than one. Street smart, but also book smart. None of her teachers suspect anything is up with her, because she gets such good grades. Sure, she's a little withdrawn, a little sharp-tongued, but she isn't a "problem kid" either. She knows how to cover her tracks, knows how to keep people away. She wants to let someone in- but knows she can't.

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HISTORYXXX Sam's family wasn't the most ordinary. Her parents, her mother a medical researcher in a leading university, and her father a journalist, met in Germany. Her mother's family didn't think Nicolas was good enough for Kishi. Kishi spoke four languages fluently and dabbled in two more. Nicolas spoke only German and English at a basic level. But it didn't stop them. They fell head over heels, and were married within three years. Sam followed along two years later. Children had never really been in their plan, but they adored Sam with all their heart. They did everything they could for her to make her happy and successful. At the age of six, they moved to the US when Kishi got offered a better job in an American opportunity. Sam was speaking three languages at some level by the time she was ten, and was fluent in German and English by the time she was twelve, as well at a conversational level of Japanese.

Sam was always bright. But when combined with her strange accent and her tendency to forget a word in one language and be only able to remember it in another, she was the perfect target for bullies. Her mother did everything she could to build Sam up, to help her overcome and survive it. She encouraged her to get involved in something, and softball was her choice. She made friends, which when combined with her sharp tongue and apparently intangibility. meant that the bullies ultimately moved on and found another target. Sam was fourteen when her mother got sick. Sam became angry at the world, an anger that only grew after treatment after treatment failed. Her mother died, leaving them alone and in severe amounts of debt.

Things got bad from there. Her father sold the debt to the wrong kind of people, people who showed up in the middle of the night. Sam was getting into fights in school, staying out too late, drinking too much with people who were too old for her. It was one of these that offered her a lifeline. Pick up a package from one location. Drop it to another. Good pay as long as she didn't ask too many questions. She knew already it wasn't above board, but the money was too good for her to turn down. She quickly learned she needed to clean up her act to keep the suspicion away. She already found the work was good for clearing her head and helping her deal with her anger, so she managed to keep herself above board. As far as she knows, nobody knows or even suspects what she does. Everyone thinks she's clean, a former problem kid who worked through her problems. If only they knew.

So begins...

Sam Schroeder's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dakota Lynn Character Portrait: Sam Schroeder Character Portrait: Taís Carvalho Character Portrait: Jasmine Reyes Character Portrait: Adrien Lewis Character Portrait: Spencer Hawkins Character Portrait: Shane Black Character Portrait: Juniper Whelan Character Portrait: Haley Thomas Character Portrait: Benjamin Hill

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DAKOTA LYNN
the step-sister / Marilyn Lima / outfit / #D5CF88
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Friday, October 26th 5:00pm

"Alright! Good sweat today ladies, I'll see you all at practice tomorrow" Coach Hansen clapped her hands together in what would be considered an 'encouraging' gesture before dismissing the girls from softball practice. Dakota slung her ball bang over her shoulder, feeling particularly gross as a bead of sweat glided down her forehead. She wiped it away quickly, and followed the other girls into the locker room, the lot of them chatting about some Halloween Bash that Jasmine Reyes was throwing tonight. The thought of the last time she went to a Reyes' party flashed across her mind and her heart clenched rather painfully in her chest. Evan. Still missing. Or better yet, dead.

She sucked in a sharp breath, pinching the bridge of her nose to keep her thoughts away from her brother. Unfortunately, today the universe was well against her. She fumbled with the combination on her locker for a few moments before roughly tugging it open, a bit of undeniable frustration coming out of well. Dakota raised an eyebrow slightly as a small, folded piece of notebook paper fell out of her locker landing at her feet. Without even picking it up, a sense of dread filled every inch of her as she stared at the seemingly innocent paper. She reached down, and after what felt like ages, her hand finally brushed the notebook paper on the ground. She grabbed it, carefully unfolding it to read a scribbling of words in the middle.

"If you think it's over I've only just begun crossing off names on my list.
Hope to see you at the party tonight.
Trick or Treat Lynn?"

Her head whipped around the locker room, her eyes frantically searching for someone who didn't belong. But, it was just her teammates. Dakota's hands shook slightly as she read each word over and over again, before aggressively folding it back up and shoving it into her backpack. Who had sent it? And why? However, deep down, she already knew the answer to her question. Astoria's resident Grim Reaper, the one who had taken her brother and many others in the town. This wasn't the first time she had received a letter from the so-called killer, and she knew that this most certainly wouldn't be the last time.





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ADRIEN LEWIS
the reporter / Reece King / outfit / #88B0D5
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Adrien's feet were propped up on his desk in the small office room that he had been given for the paper. He always found himself in the room after school hours, either typing away or going over stories with the others. Today it was particularly quiet. Printers and a couple MacBooks lined the wall, along with a few desks and chairs scattered amongst. He had found a large, mahogany desk at one of the local thrift stores for $20 and with the help of Mr. Graham lugged it into the office as his very own 'desk'. The room was dark other than the sunlight shining through a window on the far wall, and the screen light coming form his small laptop that he carried with himself everywhere. He liked it rather dark in the room, it eased his mind and helped him concentrate more on his writing. Today, however it wasn't helping much.

He held down the backspace watching the words disappear from the screen for the fourth time. Adrien had been at this article for a solid three hours and still hadn't managed to muster up a single word. He let out a small sigh of frustration and closed the laptop, the room darkening a little. The Astoria Murders seemed like candy to a baby when it came to writing, but for some reason Adrien was having the hardest time writing the latest update. Maybe it was too close to home? Or maybe it just didn't feel right.

He leaned back in the chair closing his eyes, trying to relax and put himself in the right mindset when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He would've ignored it, if it hadn't buzzed six more times in a row. He groaned slightly swinging his feet off of the desk and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. The light of his screen was a little harsh and he had to squint to read the message.

From Markus:
Party tonight at Reyes.
Don't skip again.
Take a second to stop writing and have fun !


Adrien rolled his eyes slightly at the message, Markus was one of the newest writers on the paper, a sophomore, still finding his place in the social chain. Without replying Adrien slid the phone back into his pocket, leaning back into the chair. Astoria had been quiet for the past couple of weeks. Too quiet. He knew nothing good would come from Jasmine's party, nothing ever did. But to him, it was almost perfect. As morbid as it sounded, if something did happen, maybe he'd be able to write.

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Character Portrait: Dakota Lynn Character Portrait: Sam Schroeder Character Portrait: Adrien Lewis Character Portrait: Spencer Hawkins

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SAM SCHROEDER
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Usually, Sam couldn't have cared less about Jasmine Reyes' party. They weren't typically her scene, but tonight, something was intriguing her, something drawing her to go. Maybe it was just the drama of the last few weeks, what had happened at some of the last ones, that was engaging her sense of morbid curiosity. And besides, it was Halloween. If anything weird was going to happen tonight, it was going to be tonight. The trick-or-treaters never appreciated her costume anyway. She pulled her bags out of the locker and balanced her backpack on her knee as she dug out her phone from the bottom of the bag. Something- or, rather, someone caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Dakota, looking a little shaken. Sam raised an eyebrow as she slammed the locker shut.

"Hey, Sam, you finally coming to a party?" One of the girls asked, half sarcastically. Having finally retrieved her phone, Sam slung the bag onto her shoulder. "Yeah. Figured it's about time I find out what all this fuss is about," she remarked, folding her arms. Brianna's eyebrows raised so high Sam thought they were about to disappear into her hairline, just for a moment before she regained her composure. "Oh, awesome, see you there!" She called. Sam rolled her eyes, glancing back over at Dakota. Sam wasn't sure that anyone else had noticed her behaviour, and she also wasn't sure whether or not she should ask. But she sighed, folded her arms tighter, and made her way over to Dakota. Dakota was nice. Wasn't put off by Sam, but not pushy either. She'd check in on Sam, so Sam figured she should reciprocate.

"Hey, Dakota. You okay?" She asked quietly as she leaned against the locker beside Dakota. She caught sight of a note and raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Secret admirer?" She asked with a wink, taking a mouthful of water out of her bottle. Her own phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. A job had come up last minute. Good money too, and would give her an excuse to show up late to the party. Everything she wanted. She quickly shoved her phone into her hoodie pocket.




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SPENCER HAWKINS
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There was very seldom peace in Spencer's life. But out here, in the woods, just him and his camera, it was the closest he felt like he'd ever achieve. Here, he could forget about his parents, about school, about... everything. He intended on using the photos both for halloween and for the story on the murders that Adrien was running.

And like that, reality hit him all over again. Faith. He still couldn't believe she was dead. Every time he thought about it, he felt like he was going to be sick, a hollow feeling in his chest. And the disgust at himself for being just the smallest bit relieved. The fear of her tying him to this town forever had nearly driven him to his self-destructive ways, but her death had very nearly pushed him over the edge. It wasn't right to be feeling this conflicted, this... wrong.

He snapped the picture and looked at it, the tiny screen on the camera not doing it justice. With the anxiety again twisting his stomach and making his hands unsteady, he knew it wasn't worth his while trying to take any more. He'd need to touch them up, edit them a little.

He started the walk back to the school, trying and failing not to dwell on the past few weeks. He would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified. How could he know who was next? How could he know it wouldn't be him or someone he cared about? What if he tried and failed to stop it?

He was back at the school before he even realised, making his way to the office. He preferred to use the Macbooks for editing anyway, and he wanted to show Adrien the photos. He knocked gently before entering, smiling slightly at Adrien. "I got some photos out in the woods. Wanna have a look at them before I touch them up?" He asked, holding out the camera. "I'm also gonna take one of the Macs to edit them if that's okay, I'll have it back by tomorrow," he added, his stomach twisting at the irrational thought of Adrien refusing.