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Blake Langston

"Got no anger, got no malice Just a little bit of regret"

0 · 187 views · located in Scarmouth

a character in “Blinding Lights”, as played by Caille





NAMEXX Blake LangstonGENDERXX Non-Binary.
AGEXX Twenty-sevenHEX XX #603670
SEXUALITYXXPansexual, Demiromantic




H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5'7" and toned/sturdy.

Blake is slightly above the average height. They have short brown hair that is either nicely styled or they will do an undercut, depending on how they feel at that particular time. Blake doesn't have a certain style or particular look that they wear as they dress in anything they feel comfortable in. They have been known to enjoy variously named brand sneakers, especially from a certain point in their lives before they joined the army. Blake loves their Jordan, Balenciaga, and Gucci sneakers. They have put a lot of work into upkeeping the sneakers and have brought those shoes with them everywhere they go or move to. Otherwise, Blake gets a lot of their clothes from thrift stores and Wal-Mart because they believe you do not have to spend a lot of money on good fashion, but more what you make of the pieces and although Blake loves to dress with fashion in mind there are days where they just wear a pair of grey joggers and a white tank top or hooded sweater.

As far as piercings go, Blake only has their ears pierced and nose pierced. As for tattoos, Blake has both sleeves done as well as tattoos on their back and hands. Blake has been getting tattooed since they were 21 years old and has never intended to cover them up or stop. Currently, they are planning leg tattoo placements and they have various ideas for that.


P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Blake is a bit of a crackhead or at least has crackhead energy. They are used to just responding first and thinking later in their day to day life, which is a bit chaotic at times. This has been how Blake has hurt numerous feelings with the worst part being that they probably will not apologize for it either.

There is a bit of calculated nature behind Blake though. Being in the army really molded them to be ‘responsible and respectful people. They are good at listening to orders and just doing them without being asked, it is very militaristic of them to behave this way. It can almost make Blake seem cold and aloof altogether.

Deep down, the part that Blake has suppressed for years is the side that cares a little more than they would like to admit. They want to be wanted, cared for, and have someone to care for in return. They are just convinced that it isn’t going to happen in this lifetime and they’re meant to try and drown their sorrows in any way that they possibly could.

Blake is incredibly resilient though and has made it through life to this point. They have night terrors constantly and have basically become a shell wandering around Scarmouth, luckily Blake has found a stray dog and has taken to wanting to look after him.

F E A R S:
The only fears that Blake has left are seeing their father again or dying despite wishing otherwise at times.



Life was never an easy thing for Blake. They were born to a deceased mother, half-brother, and a non-existent father. Their father was hardly at their studio apartment for the moments that Blake has held onto. Blake and their brother Riley would end up talking to each other to pass time in hopes that their father was coming back with food, but instead, he was always coming back with 12 packs of blue ribbon. This solidified some of their early scents such as cigarettes, burning fabric, and a yeasty scent from the beer.

The laundry would be piled up in various corners and the sinks were piled with dishes that needed to soak for probably ten years. The two would go to school but soon social workers would be involved due to their lack of lunch and clean clothing. After some time of social workers looking into their lives and trying to get a hold of their dad, it was at age 6 that Blake and Riley were taken from their dad’s house and put into their first group home. The deal was that they had to be adopted together, but no one wanted a 6 and a 10-year-old together. This led to the two of them moving around to different group homes until Riley was offered to be adopted and he took the deal leaving Blake all alone.

Not only did Blake struggle with the older kids picking on them, but now they lost their only friend and had to make up for the loss in chores that had to be done. Blake was used to being unwanted from a young age and within them, it only began to become more and more aware that it didn’t matter what they did and their life had no impact on the world.

At the age of 9, they finally had someone interested in fostering them. This was fine and their parents helped navigate them on who they wanted to be, but eventually due to some rules being broken Blake was moved to yet another foster home and this one wasn’t as nice or welcoming.

In their early teens, they began to get involved at parties, drinking alcohol and dancing. Their grades were a result of the fact they hardly showed up and eventually they stopped going altogether. They found a new way to make money and to get the drugs or alcohol that they wanted. They started by stealing items from the homes of the rich, which was a fairly good idea in Scarmouth considering the wealthy had winter and summer homes that meant the houses would be vacant from time to time.

It was the selling of luxury items that created revenue for Blake and that would, later on, buy them food, designer sneakers, weed, and vodka. Blake knew they never wanted to be involved in working for a gang, but they did hang around them quite a bit.

At age 17 they were at a career fair which led to them being recruited for the army. It was a moment of processing, but Blake figured that this would be the best chance they would gain a real career and later the benefits of getting an education after they wanted to pull out after their service. They became part of the army at 18 and were sent to multiple places over the years.

It was within the last couple of years that Blake noticed people were slowly being drawn from where they were to go back to America. This led to some suspicions and eventually Blake was brought back to Scarmouth at 26. It was then that they were able to put the pieces together, but waited until their placement offer was being redrafted to say they were withdrawing from the army.

After withdrawing from the army, Blake didn’t really have anywhere to stay but crashed on a friend’s couch, but not too long after Blake came to recruit revolutionaries that wanted to fight for their freedom and they began to teach them how to fight and what to watch for when fighting with the army.

Blake would then be working on the front lines in the battle against old comrades and new. The war was bad and one of the worst Blake had seen. They are now homeless, struggling with PTSD and survivors guilt, post revolution

So begins...

Blake Langston's Story


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noah lawson
the medic - #879788 - outfit

i hear the voices when I'm dreaming
i can hear them say
carry on my wayward son
there'll be peace when you are done


The last thing Noah wanted to do after yet another long shift was go to some awards ceremony for “significant figures in the revolution.” He’d seen enough of the revolution in person and he didn’t particularly want to be reminded of it. But Gabriel had said that they’d invited representatives from the Emergency Department after their role in things, and so Noah had agreed to go. Apparently there was going to be free alcohol and free canapes, which was at least something.

It had been six months since the revolution ended, and things were being rebuilt. They had a new government that was already implementing sweeping changes. It wasn’t official yet, but word around the hospital was that in the next few weeks, the healthcare system was going to move over to publicly funded. Public housing had already been implemented and the number of homeless people on the streets was dropping rapidly by the day. The damage caused in the rioting and fighting was long gone, just a memory.

But it was a memory that was sticking in Noah’s head. The nightmares weren’t as intense as they had been in the initial aftermath, but they were still very much there. The scar on his stomach was healed, but there were mornings he awoke and for a few seconds, the pain was still there. When he walked down the street, he was waiting for an ambush, for an explosion, for anything. The entire group of emergency med residents had stopped going to bars after work because every time a glass shattered, they all flinched and almost launched back into action.

Thankfully, the awards ceremony didn’t seem to dwell on the actual fighting too much. It seemed to be more government focused, awarding and recognising those who had protected their communities throughout the fighting. Someone who had helped smuggle people out of the fighting, someone who had created safe spaces for their community... They were in what appeared to be the last few awards when they began describing a scenario that was uncomfortably familiar.

“The next award we’d like to present is to someone who was selfless and brave on the front lines. We are deeply grateful to all of the staff of Scarmouth’s Emergency Departments who put themselves in harm’s way to save lives and minimise loss of life. But this man drew attention for his actions after he was photographed treating the wounded, even as a government soldier had a gun pointed at his head. Stories from those who served on the front lines tell us this was not the first or only such of these incidents, and that this doctor fearlessly and selflessly treated the wounded indiscriminately. Tonight, we would like to recognise Dr. Noah Lawson of SUH for his bravery and thank him for his service with the Medic’s Hero award.”

Noah glanced over at Gabriel, and the man’s small smile gave away where all this had come from. All around him, people were applauding, some even getting to their feet. Noah just wanted to climb under the table and wait until the moment passed, but he couldn’t. He managed a smile as he stood up and made his way up to the stage, taking the statuette and shaking the presenter’s hand. And then one of them smiled and said, “Would you like to say a few words, Doctor?”

Noah could feel the blood drain from his face. He instinctively looked back towards Gabriel, whose smile had slipped slightly but who nodded, somewhat encouragingly. Noah swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he felt what had to be hundreds of eyes on him. He wanted to shake his head and run back to his seat or possibly just straight out of the room, but everyone was watching, waiting, waiting to see if he lived up to what they expected. He knew he wouldn’t, but he cleared his throat.

“Thank you all for this aw- w- w- for this recognition.” He started. He tried remembering every single bit of advice he’d been given on how to minimise it, but his head was blank. And anyway, the rising discomfort and anxiety in his chest as he saw people glance at each other at his stammering was going to completely counteract anything he tried. He kept it as brief, knowing it was probably too short, but he couldn’t get off the stage quickly enough. And then they moved on to some other award, and eyes were finally off him.

“Noah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise there would be a speech-” Gabriel said as Noah made it back to the table.
“It’s f-fine,” Noah said, sitting back down. The statuette was clutched so tightly in his hand it was starting to dig in, and he released it, stretching his hand a few times. He could feel Gabriel watching him for a few seconds, but his attention eventually turned back to the stage. As they announced the final few awards, Noah was restless, unable to concentrate or focus on anything around them. As the awards wrapped up, the hosts invited everyone to mingle and have a few drinks and canapes in the adjoining bar. As everyone moved, rushing to the bar at the promise of free food and alcohol, Noah slipped away, saying something about the bathroom to Gabriel. The bathroom was quiet and calm, exactly what Noah wanted and needed. He wet his hands and ran them down his face. For the half a moment his eyes were closed, he saw the barrel of the gun pointed at his face, saw his hands coated in blood- was it his own or someone else’s? He shook himself out of it, almost physically. He dug in his pockets, fishing out the pills he knew he had. There was one almost heart-stopping moment where he couldn’t feel them- and then his hand closed around the bottle. He tipped two out and swallowed them dry, taking a deep breath. And then he stashed them back in his pocket and headed back out towards the bar.



hatch williams
the mechanic- #400026 - outfit

i wasn't born yesterday
a bloodsport but I'm a saint
it's time to consider
there are no winners


Hatch hadn’t specifically received an invite to the awards ceremony, but an open invitation had been publicly issued for people to celebrate those who had been nominated and recognised. And the promise of free booze had been enough to lure Hatch into attending. And besides, she was curious to see the types of people who were getting recognised.

Choosing an outfit had taken her a while. She didn’t tend to get dressed up all that much and finding something she could actually stand wearing for a while was difficult. She’d contemplated a dress for a while, but nothing seemed right. And then she found the suit and everything fell into place. Roger looked confused for just a second as she stepped out of her room in heels and makeup. And then he jumped off the couch and ran towards the door.

“Not this evening, buddy.” He whined a little. “Trust me, buddy, I’d love to bring you, but don’t want to draw attention to myself. Not this evening. You look after the house for me, okay?”

By the time Hatch reached the hotel, she was fashionably late. She thought that she might have been out of luck with regards to getting a seat, but apparently the organisers had anticipated the demand as she was shown to a seat at the very back of the room. Her view of the stage was somewhat obscured, but that didn’t overly trouble her. She sat, her legs crossed, and watched the awards with some level of scepticism and interest.

They had an interesting range of awards for sure, and one thing that she noted was that the range of people that were being recognised was significantly broader than the old government would have recognised. There were people of all ages, all areas of the revolution, from all areas of the city. The focus seemed to be on bravery and loyalty, and things took a turn into the overly patriotic for Hatch. The speeches were at least kept brief and non-preachy. There were a few figures that she had heard mention of somewhere along the way, but none of them seemed to match what she imagined. One thing that struck her was the fact that none of them stood out. She'd walk past half of them in the street.

Eventually, the awards wrapped up, and Hatch followed the surge of people towards the bar. Her first priority was to get her hands on a glass of champagne, and then she turned to scan the room, seeing if there was anyone of interest to talk to. She new there had to be plenty, but scanning the room, nobody particularly stood out to her. She took a long sip of her champagne and stayed watching the room.


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ImageBlake had absolutely zero care for social events and even more so when they were getting something. The revolution had been bad enough, but now they wanted to remind everyone of it by having a big party where people could get a piece of paper or metal to boast around in their house, but all it would be would be the sad reminder that people had lost their lives, people were suffering mentally and yet people like them still had no home.

Despite Blake’s obvious hostility towards the event they figured they would go. It was best to present yourself in a social situation and at least play nice, but that wasn’t a skill set that they had, Blake was incredibly blunt and to a point.

Yet they had still managed to get a dress that was just above the knees. It was black and sleek while it hugged their body a little, but also left a comfortable room. Buttons went down the entire thing, similar buttons to what you’d find on a suit jacket. Blake would dress up, but they were not changing out their black Balenciaga sneakers for any other kind of shoe.

They had been seated with a glass of champagne in hand as the awards were being handed out. There were a lot of them and various people were getting them. Blake couldn’t help, but notice that Magnolia was among the people here tonight, which was a bit of a piss off.

ImageDanika sat next to Blake Langston and noticed they seemed mildly perturbed. “Penny for your thoughts?" She inquired as Blake Langston had been quite intriguing and a big name in the revolution.

“I am over it. Don’t want to be here.” Blake said as they began to swish around the liquid in their tall glass as the stem sat nestled between their fingers.

“You are welcome here, but if you really hate it return home?" She suggested to the short haired individual.

“Perhaps, but not much to return home to. Might as well dress up like Barbie and accept my stupid award.” With that the contents of champagne went down their throat smoothly.

“You do not have to accept it. It is your choice on what you do.” With that Danika got up from her seat as they began bringing out the other awards.

Danika did not particularly care to sit and watch people be tormented with awards. That poor doctor that ended up stuttering. Instead she sipped on her scotch as she made it out to the balcony for fresh air. She could hear more awards being announced, but the end did not seem in sight for some time.

She did keep the door open so she could continue listening at the least. She heard a few people give actual speeches, but she wasn’t prepared for the one she heard from Blake.

“I would like to say thank you for this award tonight, but to be perfectly honest I don’t even want this stupid thing. Is this supposed to mend things after everything that happened? Is this an ‘I’m sorry I spent money that should have gone to you on these flashy awards instead.’ It is utter bullshit. This will not magically make my night terrors go away, this will not make those lives lost be found again. Maybe instead of a fancy awards show you guys should be doing more work to better this shit hole. “ With that Blake chucked the award into the audience somewhere, not really caring for much else as they walked off the stage and headed towards the bar.

As Blake was ordering an Irish coffee, they noticed Damien makin his way over to the balcony where Danika was

“And here you are.” Danika said to Damien as he stepped next to her. Her entire life was filled with events like these and it sucked, but it taught her to be social with people. “These things are not usually so outrageous and dramatic, but the aftermath of a revolution I would presume.”

Danika was comfortable in Damien’s presence. She knew any opinions she had she didn’t have to keep them so under lock and key.

“Your speech? It was simply divine.” She said with a bit of a chuckle as she pressed her lips to the rim of her glass and tilted it back so the contents could hit her taste buds. “It would appear that many people were not a fan of the awards this evening, but I am not surprised.” She said, shaking her head slightly.

“What are your plans for the rest of the night? I cannot imagine you would actually want to stay.” Danika said with a bit of a laugh.


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Seeing her across the room, Camilla made her way over to Hatch. The two interacted much since the revolution, when Cam needed her car looked at, and have become a bit close ever since. As she walked past one of the waiters, she placed her glass down and picked up a glass of red wine and whiskey meant for someone else, but Cam didn’t really care about whoevers drink that it was going to, now it was going to Hatch. “If I knew you would be here, I’d let you look at my car. I need some tuning done.” She said as she bumped her hip into Hatch to draw her attention away from the bar and placed her glass on the counter.

She visibly looked Hatch up and down, to let her know she was checking her out. Camilla already looked her over as she approached, but Hatch was always a good look on the eyes. “Nice suit, pretty sure you missed a button though…” She said with a smirk as she took a sip of her wine. “And I don’t mean one higher up.” Camilla genuinely enjoyed her time with Hatch, not worrying about much else of the revolution and it was always fun to flirt with someone like Hatch.

The feeling of someone bumping against her hip made Hatch turn around, ready to make some sort of sharp comment. But when she heard the familiar voice, she smiled instead, taking the glass that had just been put down on the bar. “You need to get a better car, then,” she remarked, raising an eyebrow and taking a sip of her whiskey. She could feel Camilla’s eyes on her but didn’t react.

“Funny, I know I have... exactly the right amount of buttons done up,” she remarked, turning to face Camilla fully and scanning Cam for a second or two. “That dress is… more subtle than I would have expected from the great Camilla Rhodes. You should ditch the jacket, though. Lots of… spilled drinks tonight it seems,” she said with a raised eyebrow, draining her whiskey and signalling to the bartender for another. “So. Did you enjoy the show? Enjoyed honouring our great heroes?” She asked, leaning back against the bar.

Camilla smiled and let out a small chuckle as Hatch made her own comment about her outfit. “I’m not here to impress, just for good PR. And the council ‘recommended’ it to us.” She said with air quotes, sipping on her wine afterwards. “And if you insist darling.” Cam said as she slowly took off her jacket and hung it around a chair. “Is this better?” She rhetorically asked with a small wink, laughing a bit to herself as she watched the woman down her drink quickly, the mechanic was always one to get drinking done and down to business quickly.

Cam let out an audible laugh as she asked about the show honoring the great heroes. “Sure, heroes. The famous medic was smaller than I expected from all I heard. Others weren’t that memorable.” She paused for a second. “Except for Blake …” she trailed off and just took another sip of her drink. She saw Blake in the crowd, staring for a moment. Camilla hadn’t seen Blake since they last talked before going their own separate ways, Cam into the spotlight and Blake into the service. But they still looked as good as they did back then. She didn’t share much of her past, besides Sophie’s Valentine. with Hatch; so she probably didn’t know about the history between them.

Hatch’s smile widened slightly as Cam took off her jacket, raising an eyebrow slightly. She was surprised that Cam had been advised to come, seeing as she wasn’t exactly a particularly popular person around these parts. Hatch could feel plenty of dirty looks being sent their way, but a few of them were directed towards her. She really didn’t care.

Hatch was about to make a comment about the award recipients, but then Cam brought up Blake. There was something different in her tone and in her expression, something that made Hatch do a slight double take. She hadn’t seen that in Cam at any point they’d known each other, and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it.

“Can’t say I know much about this Blake, I don’t know if we’ve crossed paths at any point. How do you know them?” She asked lightly, keeping her tone curious and open.

Camilla was brought out of her staring when she heard Hatch’s voice and realized there was silence before them before she talked. “Oh. Just pre-revolution. Pre-stardom for me. We knew each other in high school a bit and Blake would come around to our rehearsals and our first couple gigs.” Cam said as she finished her glass of wine and pointed to it as the bartender saw her, asking for another. What she said was true, but she did purposely leave out them dating, one of the few people that the media didn’t know about and wasn’t on her or the bands wiki.

“Haven’t seen or interacted with Blake since I left high school with Sophie’s Valentine.” The bartender set the freshly refilled wine glass on the counter and Cam swiped her card on the slider on the edge of the counter, leaving a tip. She picked up the glass and swirled it a bit, she wouldn’t admit it, but was feeling the alcohol a bit and assumed that was what was causing her to spill a bit more to Hatch. “Surprised I haven’t heard of her-” Hatch started. Cam looked up as Hatch spoke, but quickly interrupted her. “Them.” She said sharply. “Their pronouns are they/them.” Camilla didn’t mean to come off sharply, and had a little hope Hatch wouldn’t take offense. “You know I had that Alphabet People album come out.” She said quickly to try to cover for herself.

The sharpness with which Cam corrected Hatch took her back for a moment, but she shook her head. “Sorry. I… shouldn’t have presumed,” Hatch said. “But, in my defence, I had nothing to work off of.” It was a side to Cam Hatch hadn’t seen before, and one that may have impressed her at any other time. But Hatch hadn’t seen Cam act like that towards anyone else before. Not that they tended to do much… conversing or gossiping on Cam’s visits to her workshop. Hatch took a long drink of the whiskey she’d been handed. “And I would have thought that you’d know I’m not enough of an asshole to do it deliberately,” she said dryly, not looking at Cam as she spoke.

Camilla rolled her eyes a bit, playfully. “I know that Hatch. My apologies.” Cam wasn’t one to say sorry to someone, rarely actually feeling sorry, but her harsh correction of Hatch was more impulsive than deliberate. “Anyways, enough of that. Neither of us want to be arguing about pronouns when both of us rather be drinking and enjoying ourselves.” She lightly tapped her wine against Hatch’s whiskey and gave a light smile before taking a sip. “Now, what’s your opinion on, as you said, the great heroes of the revolution?” Camilla asked, quickly changing the subject back to what it was before. “And how have you been lately?” She added at the end.

Cam enjoyed her time with Hatch, while rather being at her shop, it was nice to get something a little bit different than what they usually would be doing together. Not many people dealt with Camilla outside of Sophie’s Valentine, let alone treated her like an actual person rather than a piece of media. While she loved the spotlight and the flashing of cameras, it was nice to get away from it for a bit.

Cam’s apology was met with a half smile and a slight nod from Hatch, who just took another mouthful of her drink. Cam remarking that neither of them wanted to be arguing about pronouns seemed almost like Cam putting back on a mask, but Hatch let it slide. Their relationship wasn’t one where they really ever discussed their feelings or had conversations that were anything more than small talk, and Hatch was perfectly happy to keep it like that.

“Some of them are pretty decent people,” she said with a shrug as Cam asked what she thought of the heroes. “But also I’m mostly here for the free booze,” she said, indicating her glass. “I’ve been fine. Business has been booming, even if people aren’t convinced I wasn’t secretly spying for the government the whole time. As if I cared about the government that much,” she said with a wry smile. “How’s Sophie’s Valentine faring? Haven’t had to take down all those government promoting songs yet?” She asked.

“Hey, free booze is always good, though this is much better than that whiskey you keep under your tool box.” Camilla said jokingly. “You did what you had to do, who cares what these no names think.” Cam certainly didn’t, especially with most people wanting her jailed just as much as Clare Wrenley. “Hades and Persephone are fine, though she’s been taking more to Father Damien’s pamphlet lately.” She rolled her eyes. “And yeah, slowly but surely having to run our songs by the council to make sure they are what they want… Seems familiar to me…” She trailed off.

Cam wasn’t happy about being told what to do with her band and how to do it. When the revolution ended, she thought for a moment her band would be able to go back to how things use to be, but they just had new masters telling her orders now. Camilla scanned the crowd as the two of them continued to talk before another person caught her attention, and scowl came across her face. The effects of her drink weren’t helping her temper much, but she knew she had to say something to him. “Hey Hatch… Why don’t we go mingle with some others? I see the good doctor over there that accepted the award.”[./color] She asked, already starting her strut. She wasn’t entirely interested in the famous (or to her, infamous) Noah Lawson, but rather the man he was talking to. Ryan Joshi.

Hatch laughed as Cam brought up the bottle of whiskey she kept in the workshop. Cam had a point, but it was hard to beat a nice glass of booze in the workshop at the end of a long day, especially if the company was any way decent.

[color=#400026]“It’s just an occupational when you proved yourself to be such an effective propaganda machine for the other side. And hey, better than jail, right?” Hatch said, raising an eyebrow and smiling wryly at Cam. As they talked, Hatch could see Cam watching the crowd, presumably in search of trouble. So Hatch couldn’t have said she was surprised when Cam suggested they went and worked the crowd. When she mentioned the doctor, Hatch just shook her head. “I’ll leave you to it, Camilla darling. I have other people I want to see and talk to,” she said. “Do try not to make that poor doctor’s evening any worse, won’t you?” She added with a smile. As she straightened up, she leaned in to Cam. “And if that car gives you any trouble on your way home… you know where I am.” She whispered in Cam’s ear, before walking away.

Camilla shrugged when Hatch spoke about it being better than jail, she wasn’t wrong, but still wasn’t something she enjoyed. Camilla would be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit disappointed when Hatch said she wouldn’t join her, but understood. A small shiver went down her spine and made her feel a bit flushed when Hatch spoke into her ear, not replying before the two went their own ways, for now.

It didn’t take Cam long to get over to where Noah and Ryan was, not caring about who she bumped into. “Mr. Lawson, or is it Doctor Lawson? Pleasure to meet you. Camilla Rhodes, of Sophie’s Valentine. I heard much of your efforts over the months.” She said, holding out her hand. “Though I was imagining someone a little bit… bigger…” She continued, as she crossed her arms. When she crossed her arms she ‘accidentally’ spilled the rest of her red wine onto the man next to her, and the real reason she came over here.

“Oh my apologies,” Camilla said and acting as if she didn’t know he was, pretending to try to assist him in lessening the stain, but just bumping into the table and making his award fall to the ground. “Oh my, I’m so sorry to be so clumsy.” She quickly sarcastically apologized, taking a step back and staring at Ryan. She was a little proud of herself with the small amount of chaos she just caused. “It's a shame that happened to a fancy award like that… though, was a bit surprised to see you getting some sort of award…” She trailed off, setting her now empty glass down on the table.


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Character Portrait: Magnolia Wrenley Character Portrait: Noah Lawson Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Samar Chopra Character Portrait: Hatch Williams Character Portrait: Camilla Rhodes Character Portrait: Ryan Joshi Character Portrait: Blake Langston
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Blake Langston.
Surprisingly Blake had stayed out of most conversations, or maybe that wasn't as surprising as they thought. They were however good at being in the background without really being noticed, they had received their Irish coffee and were nursing it at the bar when Magnolia had a drink spilled on her and the one and only Cam had come up to her to give her assistance. That being said the conversation was barely audible to Blake at the time because all they could do was stare at Camilla Rhodes.

Blake had not seen Cam in a long time, but some of her features were just the same as they had been before. The way she held herself was one of them because Camilla Rhodes was not someone you could walk all over, she was determined, confident, passionate, and sometimes a trouble maker. That aside who wasn't a little bit of trouble maker from time to time? Blake sure wasn't above it and had been known for it their whole life.

Just as quick as she was there, she was gone, but their eyes followed her a little until they caught themself. There was a compelling aspect that made Blake drawn into going to see her, going to say something to her just like all those times before. This had quickly settled into Blake as they reminded themselves of the countless pages they sat in front of, staring and wanting to make the words produce on paper. They had tried numerous times to say anything at all to Cam over the years. They wanted to write her all the time, but only ever produced 5 letters at various points in their life. All five being unsent.

At this time Blake was downing the Irish coffee faster than before but avoided looking up to find Cam. Last they had seen, she was with another girl and they didn't want to seem creepy if she had ended up looking their way.

As Blake turned to order another drink, this time nothing with alcohol in it, Blake noticed that Cam had taken off her jacket and placed it on the back of one of the chairs. If Blake was going to talk to Cam at any point tonight, they didn't want to be drunk and they wanted to be somewhat stable.

Blake had also noticed by this point Magnolia was back from wherever she had went and some bulky dude was next to her as he grabbed bourbon and shots. This was not going to be good. "Bottoms up," Blake mumbled to themselves while shaking their head and taking a sip back of their coffee.

It seemed slowly one by one everyone was meeting up in the same place. That may not be the best idea, as much fun as Blake was having to watch their own personal TV show, they got up from the bar to use the restroom and by the time they came out a fight was breaking out. "For fucks sake Cam." They said with a small chuckle and zero animosity. Before they could step in to knock that gorilla off his feet, Miles was there and that girl from before. Instead, Blake knew what they could do and it would be their only shot of talking to Camilla at this point.

Blake quickly went to retrieve something and they had a rough idea where it was. It took some time, but finally, Blake found it and folded it over their arm before heading over towards the group.

They would be lying if they said they weren't nervous to see Cam face to face let alone talk to her. It had been years, but they always wanted to reach out again and see how she was doing. Blake would not back down now.

They approached the doctor, the girl, the reporter, and her. There was a mention of trying to find the rest of Camilla's stuff for her, which Blake put a hand out to pause the conversation.

"I believe all she had was this jacket." They said with a small smile and looking over to Cam. "It might be chilly outside, let me know if you need help with it," Blake said extending their arm out to give the jacket to her.


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Character Portrait: Magnolia Wrenley Character Portrait: Noah Lawson Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Samar Chopra Character Portrait: Hatch Williams Character Portrait: Camilla Rhodes Character Portrait: Ryan Joshi Character Portrait: Blake Langston
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Eyes were all on Camilla, but not in the way she would have preferred, plus the pain in her shoulder was taking most of her attention away from the usual glamour of the limelight. She had her eyes mostly shut and wincing in pain, but when she opened her eyes, she was met with a smirk from Samar before he turned away to Magnolia. And when she scanned the crowd she noticed Ryan Joshi with his camera out, presumably filming what was going on.But a familiar and gentle sound voice drew her attention from the report, seeing that the voice belonged to, a former friend, Miles. When he asked if she was okay she just nodded, letting his hand touch her chin and around her body, helping her up. His gentle touch just as she last remembered it. “Thanks.” She said in a soft quiet tone, before he turned his attention to Samar.

Camilla would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised that Miles was standing up for her. Reminded her of the time where he stepped between her and a guy that was obsessed with Cam was upset she wouldn’t reply to his DM’s. But Samar was much bigger than the obsessed fan, a bit worried for him. She watched as Samar told Miles not to defend her, shooting a look in her direction, Camilla tried keeping a straight face, but the pain of her arm was still on her mind. “Hey!” She tried to interject when Miles said she was a bitch, but the two men just continued.

Magnolia spoke up again, saying Samar didn’t do anything, and that Cam had tripped. “Bullshit, he shoved me.” Cam spoke again, but it was useless as the two left, and Camilla’s felt cold pressure on her arm, seeing the doctor from earlier tending to her, giving her directions. “Okay.” She just said, holding the towel and rag against her arm. He spoke about going to the hospital, which at this point she felt too tired to deal with, but before she could reply, Hatch was next to her again. Her recent partner suggested that she could drive her, and a comment about the party being boring. This would be a good excuse for her to leave the party, without the commotion of an ambulance and being forced to go to the hospital. Plus she could spend some time with Hatch away from all the commotion, and she did always love Hatch’s ride. She heard Ryan say something about how she should go, but she just ignored him. “I like the sound of that Hatch.” She replied, turning back to the doctor asking about if she had anything.

The only thing Camilla had was her jacket, which she left over by the bar. But as that came to mind, it seemed to appear as she thought of it, and being held by another familiar person from her past. Blake Langston. “Blake?” She mumbled out loud, before realizing Blake had asked her if she would need help with it. “Yeah actually.” She turned around and let them help her put on the jacket, getting a bit of goosebumps from Blake’s touch. Her tone was a bit softer than how it usually was, not sure how to exactly react to what to say to Blake since it’s been so long. “I was just leaving, but you can walk out with me, and Hatch.” She said to Blake, before turning back towards Hatch and flashed a smile as the three of them headed outside.

Hatch went off to get her car while Blake and Camilla stayed by the curb, Camilla couldn’t remember whose idea it was, but agreed as it made sense, and she was getting a bit tired of being in her heels. “It’s been awhile Blake, years. Good to see you survived all the conflict.” Cam said, turning her head to Blake, who had their arm around her. She didn’t need help standing up, but she still allowed Blake to have their arm around her. If she wasn’t already a bit cold from the weather and red from the alcohol, she might have blushed a bit when they spoke about her band. “Yeah, it’s been a bit wild. Especially with the… rioting and such…”

As Hatch pulled up and honked to show she was ready to leave, Blake looked away from Cam and opened the car door for her. Camilla gave Blake a hug before sliding into the passenger seat. “We need to talk again Blake. It was good seeing you.” She said, holding out her manager’s card. “Just mention the Alphabet People album if they don’t put you through to me.” She said with a smile as she closed the door and Hatch drove off.


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Character Portrait: Magnolia Wrenley Character Portrait: Danika Orlov Character Portrait: Noah Lawson Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Samar Chopra Character Portrait: Hatch Williams Character Portrait: Camilla Rhodes Character Portrait: Ryan Joshi Character Portrait: Scott Feltikk Character Portrait: Blake Langston Character Portrait: Damien Moore
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Hatch drove Cam home. Cam had insisted that she didn’t want to go to the hospital, that she didn’t need to go, and Hatch got the impression that it was probably best not to argue. Hatch left Cam be, but not before telling her to call her if she needed anything. She wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or relieved when her phone didn’t ring all night.

The following two weeks had been quiet. Boring, almost. Work was picking back up, but plenty still regarded her with suspicion, so it wasn’t what it once was. But it got her through. Cam brought her car in for a “service”, as she’d promised, but Hatch hadn’t seen as much of her as she usually did. She told herself she didn’t care, and she almost believed it.

Usually, she never would have bothered with these carnival type events. But she had nothing better to do with her evening, and besides, it seemed like everyone she knew was going. So she found herself wandering between obnoxiously coloured stalls and the smells of popcorn and cotton candy. It was more enjoyable than she expected, if she was being honest to herself. She heard chattering from a nearby square, and headed in that direction, cotton candy in hand. A screen had been set up, with a countdown ticking down. It was down to single digits as Hatch hovered by the edge of the square.




The screen flickered, and then a video feed came up. The audio was crackly and uneven, but you could make out what they were saying just fine. One of the council members was talking about ambushing unarmed citizens during the revolution. Then the feed cut out, and cut to another. And another. A woman shooting a man. “Heroes” of the new state working with those who had been declared criminals in the aftermath. The clips kept coming, getting worse and worse as they went on. The crowd got more and more restless.

Eventually, the screen went black, with white text appearing in a simple, but bold font. “THESE ARE YOUR HEROES. THESE IS YOUR GOVERNMENT. THEY WILL BETRAY YOU. MORE EVIDENCE TO FOLLOW.”

The screen went black. And then, everyone’s phone beeped in sync. Hatch pulled up her PCU, opening her email. Somebody had sent a folder, containing a video file, presumably the video evidence that they had just shown, and a document. Curiosity got the better of Hatch, and she opened the file. Around her, everyone was doing the same, and there was gasps of horror and disgust as they read the contents. Everything from government officials accepting bribes, details of experiments they had allowed, to reports about those they had honoured at the awards ceremony. Hatch shut her PCU down and decided that she needed to get out of town before things turned nasty. She wasn’t the only one with that idea, and she was jostled as she headed back into the city to head back home. People were already beginning to shout at each other, the party atmosphere of the carnival gone.

Hatch wasn’t sure what happened first; if she heard the explosion or if it flung her from her feet to land a few feet away. Her ears were ringing as she turned to look behind her. Everything seemed muffled, as if through water, but she could still make out the screaming. She staggered to her feet, picking glass from her hands, as she just stared at the blaze a few yards away from her.