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Noah Oliver

I can't see the forest for the trees.

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

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Heavy as a feather when you hit the dirt.xxxxFirst - Cold War Kids



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N A M E
Noah Grant Oliver

N I C K N A M E (S)
No|Occaisional shortening by friends|likes
Olivia|Insult by enemies|detests

B I R T H D A Y
September 18, 2000| Seventeen

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
English 50%, Irish 25%, Manx 25%

S E C R E T
Noah was blackmailed into sleeping with Autumn. She took pictures and videos of it and continued to blackmail him whenever she wanted something from him.

H E X
#d69b0c



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S T Y L E
Noah's style is straight-laced and All-American. Button-ups layered under sweaters and ironed dark-wash jeans are his go to, although he does have some trendier pieces like flannels and an anorak jacket. He almost always wears the watch he got for his fifteenth birthday: a Shinola watch with a black face and a dark brown leather strap.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
Noah is 5'8" and weighs 141 pounds. He is the captain of the soccer team, and thus he's built like an athlete.

A P P E A R A N C E
While he may not be devastatingly handsome, Noah is often described by the girls as "cute." He has curly, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. His skin is light with a bit of a tan, and his face is angular. His eyebrows fall in a way that always makes him look concerned if he's not actively smiling. His left brow sprays up in the middle no matter how much he tries to get it to lay flat. He has thin lips that make a sweet, unassuming smile.



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L I K E S
Noah's true passion is soccer. He has a scholarship deal with his dream school, the University of Pennsylvania, so as long as he keeps his grades up and his nose out of trouble, he will get a full athletic/academic combination scholarship to attend. He absolutely loves the rain and playing on a muddy field. He treasures his moments being home alone.

D I S L I K E S
Noah just wants to get out of Norwood
. The way he sees it, his life begins as soon as he turns graduates and leaves town for good. He never got along with Autumn. His parents made him take piano lessons as a kid, and he hates classical music as a result. One of his pet peeves is being late


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Everyone knows Noah as a sweet, good-natured guy, but he is also reserved and closed-off. He has a competitive streak when it comes to soccer and academics. He is responsible and hard-working, and he chases his goals tirelessly. He can be irritable at times. He has a low self esteem, but he hides it behind an easy-going attitude at school.

He has very neurotic tendencies. He's constantly in his own head, berating himself for not being good enough, despite straight A's and incredible athletic skill. He is well-liked among teachers and his peers because of his kindness and organizational skills.

Noah also displays some of the classic signs of child abuse. He constantly seeks the approval of others and wishes to please everyone. He believes he can rescue people from harm. He often gets distracted. He has a nearly obsessive need to control his surroundings, and he tends to react to things in extreme, often excessive ways. The lack of privacy in his home leads him to be secretive and withholding. He has an addictive personality, and he slides easily into habits.


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Odette Oliver (nee. Mueller)|Mother|43|Housewife
Noah's relationship with his mother has always been complicated. In her effort to have the perfect family, she became controlling and manipulative with her son. The older he got, the harder she was on him. Her emotional abuse has left deep scars on Noah, and her devout Catholicism has led him to fear her more than almost anyone. She is now eight months pregnant with Noah's little sister.

Grant Oliver|Father|46|CEO and owner of Oliver Data Co.
The only person Noah fears more than his mother is his father. A strict disciplinarian, Grant used his fists and whatever object was nearest to deliver brutal punishments for the tiniest of his son's infractions. Like his wife, he sought to project the image of a perfect, loving family. Thus, he knew how to inflict the most pain where no one would see the marks. He is also a devout Catholic. He and his wife are truly partners in their son's abuse, although they would call it "good discipline."


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H I S T O R Y
When Noah was born, Odette and Grant saw it as the beginning of their perfect little family. What they didn't expect was an imperfect child. Noah, through no fault of his own, was unable to live up to their very specific expectations as he grew, but that didn't mean that they couldn't "help" him be better. The two always made their displeasure known to their son, albeit in different ways. Odette preferred the cold shoulder, a disapproving glare, and a sharp word or two. Grant preferred his belt. At every transgression, Noah was met with verbal, emotional, and/or physical abuse. Outside the house, the Olivers were the picture perfect Catholic family. Their child was well-dressed, polite, and well-behaved.

In elementary school, Noah joined a soccer team and fell in love. He became Norwood's team captain and star player in his sophomore year, and he was offered a scholarship deal by the University of Pennsylvania, depending on his continuing to get good grades and keep himself out of trouble. His future was looking bright, and he was set up to escape Norwood as soon as he turned 18. Until Autumn Pierce got dirt on him. She offered him an ultimatum: sleep with her to make her boyfriend jealous, or she would tell his ultra-religious parents and the whole school his dirty little secret. At first he resisted, but when he gave in he thought it would be over. Instead, Autumn had secretly taped the whole act from multiple angles. She used the footage to get Noah even farther under her heel. By the time she died, she had him doing almost everything she wanted him to. The night she died, they argued. She wanted him to do something that crossed his line and washed it away, and when he refused, he was sure that she was going to send out the video. He never told anyone about what she did. To do so would not only cast suspicion on him in the case of her death, but also reveal what he tried so hard to keep hidden.


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T A L E N T S
Soccer || Noah is the star of Norwood's soccer team. He's been playing since he was a kid.

School || A straight-A student, he never misses an extra credit opportunity.

Tinkering || Noah likes to mess around with little mechanisms and machines. He can fix all kinds of things, and he can even build some from raw materials.

W E A K N E S S E S
Low self-esteem || Noah does not think very highly of himself. As such, he is easily manipulated.

Obsessive need to control || The lack of control in his life has led to a compulsion to control as much as he can around him, with predictably terrible results.

Addictive personality || Noah is the type of person that latches onto something and doesn't let go. It can lead him down a rabbit hole.


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So begins...

Noah Oliver's Story

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Character Portrait: Felix Davenport Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Winston Parks Character Portrait: Veronika Mikhailov Character Portrait: Angelina B. Croce Character Portrait: Noah Oliver Character Portrait: Alice Jung Character Portrait: Carissa Seong Character Portrait: Dashiel Borrows Character Portrait: Kara McDougall
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Image1st October 2017

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

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

I know what you did.
Autumn.


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

If only it were that simple.




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Character Portrait: Felix Davenport Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Winston Parks Character Portrait: Veronika Mikhailov Character Portrait: Angelina B. Croce Character Portrait: Noah Oliver Character Portrait: Alice Jung Character Portrait: Carissa Seong Character Portrait: Dashiel Borrows Character Portrait: Kara McDougall
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Veronika stretched her leg out across the bench and reached forward to her toes. She could feel the slight pull in her thigh before she eased back up and rolled down again. It had been a long morning, she mused as she pulled off her second boot. Triple salchow after triple salchow. She landed the last one awkwardly, skidding along the ice. Her fingers were red from the surface water and she could feel a bruise beginning to bloom on her thigh.

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

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

Uknown
I know what you did.
Autumn


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

To:Unknown
Is this supposed to be a joke?


To: All
Finished practice. Anyone need a ride?


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

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Character Portrait: Felix Davenport Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Winston Parks Character Portrait: Veronika Mikhailov Character Portrait: Angelina B. Croce Character Portrait: Noah Oliver Character Portrait: Alice Jung Character Portrait: Carissa Seong Character Portrait: Dashiel Borrows Character Portrait: Kara McDougall
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Even though it was October, Noah wouldn't miss a morning run. It was the only approved way to get out of the house before anyone else was awake. Normally his mother was up by 6:30 making breakfast, so he always tried to leave by 6:15. But the pregnancy had been difficult for her so far, and the doctor had ordered bed rest for most of the day. She couldn't stand it, but she didn't dare risk disobeying.

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

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

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

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

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I know what you did.
Autumn.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Noah Oliver Character Portrait: Dashiel Borrows
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Dash awoke to the cathartic noise of his alarm playing β€œThe Imperial March” in such a grand fashion he wouldn't be surprised if he'd awoken the whole damn neighborhood. He let out groan and turned in his sheets slamming his hand against the alarm which sputtered one last note and promptly shut up.

Just as he was about to grace himself with the extra five minutes his sister’s rambling came from the bathroom. β€œWhere is my highlighter?!” β€œHow am I supposed to know?” β€œYou steal everything Madison don't even try to pull shit over on me”. Dash threw back the sheets rather aggressively as he got out of bed and sleepily stumbled into the hallway and into the bathroom. β€œYa know, I don't even need an alarm clock anymore if I'm being honest. I can always count on your cat fighting to get me out of bed” He said in a sarcastic manner which earned him a simultaneous eyeroll from the twins. He grabbed his toothbrush and elbowed them out of the way to quickly do his morning routine that took a mere 5 minutes.

He threw on a warm but comfortable outfit, as the leaves began to turn colors it got cold in Norwood, but it wasn't much of a stretch from New York. He slung his bag over his shoulder and hopped down the stairs sauntering into the kitchen where his mother was reading an article in the paper and his father was cooking… omelettes? Something that no one really knew about Sheriff Borrows was that he was a secret Rachel Ray, the man loved to cook.

Dash maneuvered past his father and snagged a piece of toast, β€œMorning”
. His mother finally glanced up from her article and closed the paper pushing it to the side of the island in the kitchen. β€œMorning Honey, do you have anything going on after school?” Classic question. In which Dash always replied, β€œNot sure yet, I might hang out with Noah”. His mother's face lit up, as it always did when he mentioned Noah. The boy was definitely a major change from his last friends and his mother more than approved of the boy. β€œAlright, well if anything changes just let your father and I know”. Dash nodded and snagged his keys off the counter and went through the garage door to where his pride and joy, Martha, was parked in the driveway. His 2009 Forest Green Ford Escape was his most prized possession, he loved that car more than his sisters.

He hopped in the driver's seat and the warm air immediately blasted through the vents causing him to relax back into the seat. He reached for his phone in his back pocket and sent a quick text to Noah.

To: Noah

Morning sunshine. If you didn't get eaten by a bear on your morning run do you wanna hang out after school?


With that he tossed his phone in the console and turned on the ignition fully when his phone buzzed. Odd. It normally takes Noah a bit to respond in the morning, he's always on his run. Dash grabbed the phone and unlocked it, the message on his screen freezing him in place.

From: Unknown

I know what you did.
Autumn.


What could that mean? She's not, how could, she's dead. It has to be a joke, picking on the new kid it's classic. They couldn't possibly know. I destroyed everything.

He quickly deleted the message in a hurry and this time carefully set it back in the console. He gripped the steering wheel a bit harder this time as he turned out of his driveway. You're being ridiculous Dash, it's just a prank. It's just a prank.

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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Character Portrait: Noah Oliver Character Portrait: Dashiel Borrows
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Noah's text tone sounded again toward the end of the silent breakfast. His father looked up from his plate at him, his face carefully expressionless.

"Your friend again?" he asked. He hung each word deliberately in the air above the table. Noah pursed his lips and checked his phone.

Dash

"Yes, sir," Noah answered. His father's blank expression turned into a frown.

"You should tell your friends not to text you during meals anymore, Noah," he said. Noah looked at his mother, but she was just looking back at him with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah. Yes, I will, sir," he responded, looking back at his breakfast. Suddenly his stomach was filled with stones. He felt if he took another bite, he'd vomit. He ate it anyway, and he took all the dishes to the dishwasher after.


Noah waited until he was safe in his 2016 burgundy Mustang in the driveway before he checked Dash's text.

Dash
Morning sunshine. If you didn't get eaten by a bear on your morning run do you wanna hang out after school?


He smiled at his phone.

Noah
There hasn't been a bear in Norwood since the 80s. After practice?


He took a moment to collect himself against the steering wheel, hooking his phone up to the Bluetooth radio and hitting play on his morning playlist. He turned the volume up loud enough that he couldn't hear the engine anymore, but he could still feel the vibrations through his body. He resisted the urge to peel out as he took off toward the school. The school's doors opened about an hour before classes started. Noah was rarely there that early, but he was usually one of the first students walking through the halls. Instead of chatting in the hallways, he headed to the library with his AP textbooks. Before long he found himself immersed in calculus as the rest of the world dimmed around him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

To: Cari
I'll be there :-)


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