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Reagan Venandi

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a character in “calamity”, as played by mombie

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xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ a g e || 17.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ g e n d e r || Female.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p l a c exxo fxxo r i g i n || Beaumont Hills, California

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ s e x u a l i t y || Heterosexual

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r e l a t i o n s h i pxxs t a t u s || Single, uninterested.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r a c e || Human.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ c l a s s || Hunter.


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Image§ e y e s || Hazel.

§ h a i r || Dark Brown.

§ h e i g h t || 5 ft 7 in.

§ w e i g h t || 125 lbs.

§ s k i n || Lightly Tanned.

§ s c a r s || None of note.

§ o t h e r || Nothing as of yet.

§ d e s c r i p t i o n || So much time has passed by since the death of her father at the supernatural hands, when she was once this timid feeble girl that hid herself in gawdy clothing. Her Senior year, however, would see a new change - she would be noticed this year. She has more confidence, which displays itself in the way she chooses to adorn her body in more revealing clothing with a touch of make-up. Reagan has foregone her pale and thin physique, now reasonably muscled for one that battled supernatural creatures as an afterschool elective.

She has several striking features; lush lips smeared with red lipstick and large almond eyes. She was never popular before, but now she could give the captain of the Lacrosse team a testosterone rush. She wears her hair straight and long, keeps her make-up on fleek, and makes sure she's giving the cool kids a run for their money. They say that her father's death has changed her, but no one is sure what really lies behind the facade of beauty and newfound radiance. She has tucked the old Reagan somewhere in the recess of her past, and maybe all of this superficial indulgence is overcompensating for the fact that she isn't sure what to make of her new life, or how to handle her paternal loss.




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§ Reagan, throughout her whole life in Beaumont, was that quiet cute girl that always sat in the back of all her classes and had a rather overbearing father. She was book smart, curbed the grades in class, and was actually forced to tutor the idiots of the Lacrosse team just so that they could maybe get a C in whatever class. She was just that girl - you knew she was there, she was smart, but that was pretty much it.

Then the unexplained begin to happen - the town falling to pieces with things that had no answers. Her father was always gone, her mother was a bit of an uptight figure that was in place to ensure that their daughter would be kept well out of the supernatural fight. At the beginning of her Junior year, her father was found mauled to death by some mysterious animal. She dropped out of school for the first half of that year but spent the summer making up for it. Besides, she was a straight-A student - it wasn't fair to hold her back due to a death in the family. She entered the realm of the Supernatural and was prepped for that latter half of the year in which she was out of school, and over the course of the summer, to take the place of her father. When she returned to high school for her Senior year, she was still the same smart girl that sat in the back of the class, but now she's a confident smart girl. And guess what? She's not doing homework for the Lacrosse team morons anymore.

Mostly because she doesn't have time. She always seems rushed, and very much unwilling to talk to people. She has secrets - ones that she keeps close to her heart. Sometimes, though, when the going is getting the better of her, she looks like she could break down and cry at any moment. They say that vengeance is the most unfulfilling kind of peace one can get from death, and she sometimes wonders if it was the right thing to do. She's caught between the code that protects the humans from the supernatural, and that which puts the lives of people at her school in her hands - leaving her with very mixed feelings of loyalty. She's not sure where the line is, or if there is one.




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Image§ If one looks at Reagan, they will not typically see a woman that is capable of handling her own against the Supernatural. However, being that she is required to undergo intensive physical training, she has honed the abilities that come with being a fighter. Truth be told, her father taught her how to fight from the time she was little, but she thought it was just for self-defense against things like bullying or boys. Archery and marksmanship in all manner of weapons is also her family's hallmark, and she's been trained to use them, too. It wasn't until the start of her Junior year when she was really trained to combat the forces of darkness that are drawn to Beaumont Hills. She's taken a hard look at the bestiaries and the long history of her family, and she is not easy to pick off - even for a werewolf.

Yet, she is not invincible. While she can hold her own, she is still very much human, and nothing about being a hunter will ever change that. She is emotionally unstable, hard to trust and warm up to, and lacks the charisma to fit into school. The life of a hunter is a long one without the advantage of friends. She is a slave to all of the unresolved conflict going on from within, and sometimes she is incapable of making decisions that could mean the difference between life or death - her own or someone else's.




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§ Reagan is a Beaumont native, and the Venandi family has lived there since its birth. However, their family ancestry spans more than just their lives here. Over time, by some means unknown, they have accumulated significant wealth. Rumors have it that her father inherited the financial wealth of his parents, and so on. They live in a lovely home and come from money, inherited or not. Reagan never held the demeanor of a spoiled rich girl, and very few people at school knew where she lived as she grew up.

Reagan has a little brother, Jeff, and they are the children of a mother and father. Her father became the town's resident deputy, but he was on the trail to campaigning for sheriff. Her mother was a stay-at-home wife, and she dedicated her time to running the home and family and ensuring that her children were doing well in school. She is in intense woman, often keeping Reagan and Jeff from making friends and practically banning anyone from being invited to the home.

There was a good reason for that, too, for the family had more weapons that the local Sheriff station. Her father would say that he was an avid hunter, and it ran deep in all of the family members. Reagan and Jeff also knew how to use all the weapons in the house, but they were by no means the experts that their parents were. Little did the children know that they were being groomed to become hunters, but for a different type of animal altogether.

By High School, Reagan was renown for being smart but sort of a loner. She was a straight-A student, and the Lacrosse team captain sent all of his jocks to her for tutoring. When she wasn't spending time training with her parents or studying, she was tutoring the Lacrosse team so that they could maybe strive for a C in their classes.

However, during the first half of her Junior year, her father was murdered. She did not come back to school for a month or so. She was able to complete summer school to proceed to her senior year since she had such outstanding academics. She spent the entire summer training intensely and learning about the Supernatural world. Her mother decided that it was time to bring her into the family secret, and her world was turned upside down.

Now it is her senior year, and though things are still confusing, she has had a lot of help in figuring things out. She hopes that soon, we will avenge her father's death and kill the Alpha responsible for it.



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Reagan Venandi's Story

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The night had gone by, perhaps more slowly than it had come. Reagan could not remember if she had successfully closed her eyes or not, or if she was maybe sleeping wide awake in some crazy nightmare scene. A lot of things have been brought to a new and uncomfortable light - she may have seen the Alpha for who he was as a human, and she now had undeniable proof that Riley was something else entirely. The greatest confusion comes, not for seeing them for what they were when the moon rises and the night takes them over, but in knowing that they weren't bad people. Her mother always said that these monsters were so because they were also monsters in their mortal lives.

But that seemed untrue.

She's also pissed at Brook - so pissed that she can't fathom seeing his face without also watching as her palm uncontrollably connects with his overly handsome face. She doesn't know what happened to him or where he went, either, and he let her worry like that. It almost made her sick to her stomach. He's such an asshole.

What was she supposed to do, though? Armed with all of this information, does she just go out into the light of day and roam the school like nothing ever happened? Was Riley going to be scared of her now? Most of all - was there something for her to be scared of? Maybe there was. Maybe there wasn't. She didn't quite know right now.

The first rays of a Saturday morning sunrise peek through the curtains, and Reagan finally rolls herself out of bed. After a very slow shower, if one could call it a shower and not contemplating in a sauna, she tugged on a pair of bright pink leggings, a sports bra, and some running shoes. There are a lot of things to do right now - errands to run. She had to go to the store, maybe get through a workout at the gym, go for a run, take a look over the armory, avoid people if that was possible. Her mother was far too busy with hunter stuff to deal with her today, and Reagan was fine with that.

She spent most of the morning to the early afternoon by herself, but that was just her life.

By the time the late afternoon rolled about, around three pm or so (she wasn't keeping track), she had accomplished all of her tasks and slipped into a t-shirt sans bra, jeans, and some white flats. She didn't look her best - a face without much makeup save for brows and a spot of mascara, a light dusting of pink for her lips. Her hair was obviously towel-dried and laid a bit messily, and the dark circles under her eyes accented her just rolled out of bed look.

She dipped out of the house and strolled down the streets of the town, which are always busy at this time of day. Children were with their parents at the park, families roamed hand-in-hand to this shop or that. It was just small-town America doing what it does best. The only thing that separated it from the rest was that the residents seem to always be a little more alert, but not for all the reasons you might think.

There was police activity at the school; an active crime scene since the Chimera Amanda chomped a boy to death. The Sheriff was there along with other authority figures; many of which operated under the long lineage of hunters and or other Supernaturals since the town's conception. While the Sheriff was not in the know of all the Supernatural stuff, his concern for a death in a town like this was not at all surprising - he was very much on the alert. This place hasn't seen a ton of murders for a long time, just the every now and again tragic accident; like the one that had awoken the Nemeton. That was ruled as an accident, and it was case closed.

This, though, was different. Reagan stood back behind one of the buses; a palm placed on the yellow surface as she peeked around its back corner. They even called in animal control. Everyone who was anyone was here, and that included friends of her mother that operated as a deputy or two and even the principal. The crime scene tape was stretched across the doors of the Beaumont High, and parents were going to get the call that school would be canceled for Monday.

She turned around and placed her back against the bus, looking up at the clear blue skies. She pushed herself away and started to walk in the other direction, making a mental note to grab a friend and come by the school later. Maybe Brook, after she's done giving him a piece of her mind.

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The night was young, and student after student - anyone who was anyone - poured into the home of Kenneth Myers, one of Beaumont Hills' most popular kids from an extremely influencial family. That family, of whom most were out of town. Hence, tonight - a reckless party with music that thumped so loudly it drowned the cacophony of teenage fun for blocks. Not that they lived near anyone, anyhow. The mansion, complete with all the luxuries of a more than well-off family, sat atop the gentle green peak of the only hill in this small town. It was a private place, and it required driving to get to. Students carpooled with friends and hitched rides if they did not have one themselves.

Kenneth wasn't there to greet everyone that came in. He wasn't exactly the host of the year, much less even good human of the year. The senior was a huge asshole, but he felt entitled to it. He has been the Captain of the Lacrosse team for a long time, and this was the year that they will finally make it to compete at the state level. Everyone would be leaving for San Diego on Monday, followed by their little fan club. His parents didn't care, though, as they are a largely absent part of his life. Rather than help celebrate his success, they took their trip to Europe and left him to his own devices.

Reagan hadn't been to a party in quite a while. She has been carefully avoiding conversations with others, immersed in trying to pass high school. It was lucky for her that the principal allowed her to continue to her Senior year despite missing almost four months at the beginning of last year. She had her GPA and great work ethic to thank for the mercy of being able to graduate on time with her friends. Still, it felt weird to her to... celebrate anything. Yes, she was more than happy for their team. They have a chance to take the state and even go to nationals. They would make it there. Why wouldn't she be eager to applaud them? Tommy was part of that, and she's good friends with him. He had been a huge part of it, too.

On the outside, Reagan had changed dramatically. The young hunter's introduction into her dark family legacy and the supernatural world of Beaumont Hills had instilled more confidence and a better sense of self. However, it left a lot of things unanswered - the Alpha that had killed her father. He was dead, of course. Was he the last one? She was being plagued by nightmares that led to doubt. This new life opened her eyes, and it was hard to see the ugly truth of the world that she was now part of. Beneath the veil of normalcy, there is wicked darkness lurking among them. Acting like them. Even worse, looking like them. Monsters. Fiends. Things that preyed upon humans and soaked the history of this town richly in blood. She didn't know who to trust anymore, but... monsters couldn't be high schoolers, so she felt fine with her friends.

The mansion was utter chaos, as one would suspect. It almost seemed like the whole high school student body was fit into the space. It smelled like booze, sweaty teenage bodies, and weed. There was a whole lot of alcohol and weed. She put her best confident face on, brushed her hands over her dress to smooth it out, and click-clacked her way to the open entrance in her very uncomfortable red heels. She had left most of her things in the car, leaving her only with a small purse that clung to her shoulder and held mostly just a set of keys. Nothing bad would happen here. Nothing supernatural anyway.

Kenneth approached her quickly, and boy - he was a handsy guy. Reagan tried her best not to be rude about having to pry one of his hands off of her waist, but she didn't like him. At all. "Oh, Kenneth. Hi. Um, have you seen Tommy around? Is he here yet?" As she worked to get his roaming, drunk fingers away she snatched a peek over his shoulder to scan the room.

Whatever he said, she didn't catch it. Honestly, it sounded like incoherent mumbling or something slurred. In fact, he wasn't paying attention to her anymore because one of the cheerleaders walked past him. He unabashedly checked her out and immediately forgot that Reagan was even a person he was just talking to.

"Ugh, pig," she grumbled before squeezing her way past people in the foyer, then the living room, and ultimately outside where the air was freshest. During her walk outside, someone handed her a plastic red cup filled with an unknown clear substance. She drank it anyway, because like all teenagers - she thought she was immune and that date drugs were not real life. Nothing like that could happen to her. Then she disappeared into the crowd dancing near the pool and thought that she might as well as dance her night away. Being one of the school's popular girls, she melted seamlessly into the crowd.

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A car honked its horn outside Jasper Godfrey's house, and he startled awake, almost falling off his bed where he had been sitting, dozing over his laptop. He leaned out of his bedroom window, spotting a car idling on the curb while one of the boys in the car waved at him. Jacob Something-or-Other, Jasper couldn't be bothered to remember everyone's names some days. "Be right down!" Jasper called at the group. He waved back, then ducked back into his room, looking down at himself—his current shirt and jeans looked presentable enough. He grabbed a jacket from where it was lying at the foot of his bed, ran his hands through his hair, and hurried downstairs.

"Whoa, whoa, hey. Where are you going?" Serena Godfrey stood at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"Um. A party. My friends are outside. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you. Can I go? Please?" The words came tumbling out of Jasper's mouth as he remembered that he'd neglected to tell his parents. This was it, she'd definitely say no and he'd have to go outside and shamefully tell his friends that he couldn't go after all.

Serena surveyed him carefully, and then she gave a reply that he hadn't expected, "Yeah, okay. Don't be back too late." Jasper stayed where he was, gawking as his mother turned away and headed into the kitchen. "Before I change my mind!"

That got him moving. Checking his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and phone, Jasper hurried to put his sneakers on, yelling back, "Thanks, Mom!" before opening the door and scrambling outside. The car's horn sounded again just as Jasper yanked the front door open, laughing as he piled into the car with the other three boys who were already inside. "Hey, thanks for picking me up," he said gratefully, knowing that it would have been pretty hard to get up to Kenneth Myers's place otherwise.

Soon enough the car was pulling up near the Myers house, and Jasper squeezed through the front door to find himself in a house already packed with partying teenagers. Kenneth Myers himself was lingering in the general area near the door, and caught Jasper's eyes immediately. He was perhaps more than just a little drunk, but that was understandable. "Oh, hey—Godfrey! Good to see you, dude. Make yourself comfortable." He swept an arm out, pointing in the direction of the kitchen where the alcohol was no doubt pouring freely. "Good to be here!" Jasper managed to call back, before the movement of the crowd forced him along, thankfully in the direction of the kitchen.

The nice thing about being moderately popular was that most people knew Jasper, but not enough to commit him too much to their personal lives. In the kitchen, someone handed him a solo cup of spiked punch, and someone else tried to start a conversation with Jasper about that last lacrosse match. He laughed and drank and chatted, letting himself be caught up in the flow of the party.

At some point while his cup was being refilled for the second time, a side door he hadn't even noticed opened and a gang of girls poured into the room from outside. Between the sudden barrage of voices and the two drinks he'd had, the outside air suddenly seemed really appealing. Grabbing his cup back with a grateful smile, Jasper ducked out of the door before he got sucked back into the crowd inside the house.

Outside wasn't much better; people were still mingling in large groups and there seemed to be an impromptu dance floor by the pool. Still, the night air made it that much cooler than inside, and Jasper lingered near the gaggle of dancing people, taking a moment to soak up the atmosphere.

Someone bumped into him from behind, and he lurched forward, in turn bumping into one of the girls dancing near him. He managed to keep his drink staying relatively upright, but a few drops leaped out of the cup and onto the girl's dress. "I'm so sorry, I swear that was an accident, can I go inside and get you some napkins for that?" he offered, horrified. He looked up, making eye contact with her for the first time, and realised he was talking to Reagan Venandi. "Reagan! I didn't expect to see you here," he blurted, surprised. He'd never really known her to be the social type, even after her reported personality change when she returned from her long absence. "I'm really sorry about the drink, is your dress okay?"

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She hated it here.

The mess of cars, the booming music, the smell of weed and alcohol wafting out of the doorway. The Myers' mansion was hardly impressive either. Its large windows were marred with rainbow lights. The would-be immaculate lawn had bits of vomit. The five hundred bulb chandelier screamed excess and opulence.

The funniest part was that it wasn't even the largest mansion she'd ever seen. The Lo Po Bia family had the largest house among the wealthy Asian elites of southern California as well as the smartest offspring, a fact that her mom would never let Sherry forget. Lo Po Bia Elaine in particular had a reputation among the first generation as the golden child aspire to and she just so happened to be attending the party. That wasn't why Sherry was here however.

The ghost of (one) Werewolf's past yanked her from a pleasant shower after tennis practice and the subsequent screech did nothing to deter him from barking orders at her to protect his granddaughter. The Asian girl slammed the door in his face but that did nothing to prevent him from sticking his head through the door and rambling on about the "chill in his bones." It wasn't enough that she had to dress herself up to party standard (per her self-imposed wishes), she had to throw around Elaine's name in order to convince her parents that she wouldn't end up drinking, smoking, having sex, or getting kidnapped. Because kidnapping was something that definitely happened at parties.

An icy "I'm already headed inside. Leave." left her lips before she walked up the steps and into the cesspool of hedonism.

Lucky for her, everyone was too self-absorbed to notice her crashing the party or perhaps, her "touch me and die" vibe kept most of the partygoers. Their minds contained nothing more than drugs and horniness, both of which Kenneth had in spades. Though his thoughts were muddled, Sherry could practically trace the trail of his groping, stumbling from girl to the next under the guise of a friendly greeting. She was no exception given that as soon as Kenneth finished greeting one of his friends, he swerved towards her.

"Sherry! Sher-ry! You should've told me you were coming. I would have bought a bottle o' sake for youuuuuuuu," he slurred.

"Where's AJ?" she asked.

"Her? I dunno but I'm sure she'll show up soon. In the meantime why don't you and me-"

Despite his previous sleaziness, her glare seemed to slap the alcohol right out of him, his hand freezing short of her waist. Though she wasn't the face of fear, it was clear that her expression was enough to give him pause. His jumbled thoughts materialized as feelings of awkwardness, unsure whether the right choice was to apologize or leave.

"Forget it," she sighed, dodging past him.

Sherry walked with purpose, her mind darting from one person to the next. She couldn't calm the pounding in her ears. The toll of the dead weighed on her shoulders and the fact that she didn't know who was going to die meant that she was liable to start wandering towards the corpse, whoever they might be. She prided herself on how well she reined in her banshee side and she would be damned if she lost control in front of all her peers.

"God I hate it here,"
she muttered to herself before descending into the crowd.

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The dance floor was just a giant throng of hair whipping, bodies doing overtly sexual things under the guise of 'dancing', and wisps of smoke rising in the crisp night air. Everything was good and everyone was relaxed. It almost seemed that the entire school had gathered in this one spot - from the nobodies to the school VIPs. Everyone had a little school spirit. If not, then they definitely were here for the surly activities or peer pressured. The party was alive, even if some of the students were content to be by themselves. Even if some of the people here, for whatever reason, were simply drawn here by some force unknown.

Reagan was enjoying herself; or at the very least, attempting to. Though her dance moves left much to be desired, her newfound popularity seemed to overshadow it. She was just trying her best to live it up, even though her mother insisted that she stay home for the night. The Venandi household had been nothing but stressful as of late, and her mother was the absolute worst. There were always strangers coming in and out of the home, strange dealings, secrets that she supposedly wasn't ready for yet. Quite frankly, after the death of her father she hardly had any chance for fun. Fun was not in a hunter's DNA, which would explain why mother-dearest was a stick in the mud.

There was a certain point where the brunette had lost track of time, and by her bad twerking skills, also any concept of shame and dignity. Her phone was going off over and over. She'd look at it, but then then ignore it as the word "Mom" was displayed on the caller ID. After the tenth ignored call, she decided that she'd never enjoy her night until she switched the damn device off. So, she does.

Right at that moment she'd pull off one of her extremely white-girl dance moves, someone collides with her! Drops of whatever was in his cup landed on her dress, and she sort of held her hands up in the air a little horrified. That's a bit over-dramatic, really. She's just a bit surprised and guilty for being such a klutz.

"I'm so sorry, I swear that was an accident, can I go inside and get you some napkins for that?" There was that slight stretch of time at which point two people recognize one another, but this one seems particularly lengthy for some reason. "Reagan! I didn't expect to see you here. I'm really sorry about the drink, is your dress okay?" It's just Jasper. Even if it hand't been him, Reagan knows that at least ten of her peers will ultimately spill their drinks o her, so she's not going to bite his head off. She didn't know a lot about him at all, but they've never had much of a reason to interact. He's cute, though. Had she not noticed that before? Where did her thoughts go all of the sudden.

She just beamed a bright friendly smile at him, "Don't worry about it, Jasper." She swept a small hand through the air as an aloof dismissive gesture, inadvertently smacking someone nearby. They didn't notice, and she bit her bottom lip and placed a couple fingers over her mouth to stifle a slight bout of giggling laughter. "I could say the same about you. Actually, I could say the same about a lot of people. I guess this is just the place to be tonight."

Her gaze slipped past his shoulders to find that AJ had sneaked her way into the dance crowd. Without much thought, she placed a hand on one of Jasper's shoulders and rose to the tips of her toes to wave to her friend. She always thought that AJ was one of the coolest girls in school, if not, one of the most stylish. Reagan has this weird feeling about her, though, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. They were both alike in so many ways; from loser to cool kid on the block.

Once AJ acknowledged her, she'd settle her attention back on Jasper with that same red-lipped smile, "You know AJ right? She's so great," she states with an admiring sigh before casually leading herself, and him if he chose to follow, out of the crowd. "How's your night going anyway?"



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Briceson Briggs

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the human | #AB7448 | outfit

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Briceson entered the party, late and poorly dressed as per usual. He's one of those guys whose catchphrase for a party is "single and ready to mingle" and still manages to leave without a girlfriend. He entered the home and was greeted by most of the Lacrosse team. Sure, he wasn't a pro, but he was a damn good team-player. Maybe they do talk about him behind his back, but to his face they were bros. He smiled, laughed, and acknowledged friends and peers with a fist pound or some other silly gesture.

There was only one woman in the entire school that slightly scared him, and that was Sherry. He knows her name, but that's just about all of what anyone knows about her. He'd hate to call her weird, but sometimes she gave him goosebumps. At the same time, she's super cute in one of those scary cute ways.

"Lookin' good, girl." He felt very awkward, like he was signing away his life at this very second. Any moment she can say or do any number of things; crush his soul with words, smack him, or just stare at him with disgust. But he persists! Goofy smile, charming eyes, and all. Who could hate this guy?

He walks backwards, having caught a few other familiar faces here and there, "Whatcha drinkin' Sherry, Sher?" He's just going to follow wherever she goes for now, just because he's likely going in the same direction.

They'd eventually slip past the alcohol table where Thomas and Hiroto ended up. He looked back at Sherry, "I bet that Tommy could mix ya somethin'." Like a dog suddenly spotting a squirrel when he was supposed to be fetching the mail, he jetted off in that direction with or without the strange girl.

Bryce ended up placing both of his arms over the shoulders of Hiroto and Tommy, "Yo, Tommy, mix me up somethin' bro. And that Sherry girl because she looks like she needs a little help enjoying the party." He bounced away from that pairing, going from one face to another like an over-energized puppy or something. "Yo, I'll be back!" He called out with his hands cupped around his mouth like a loudspeaker.

Last but not least, Riley. The loner sitting on a bench. He plopped his ass right down next to her, leaned over a bit to dig around a pocket in his shorts, and pulled out a tightly wrapped blunt. He wriggled his brows at her, "Need a pick-me-up?"

He knew that not everyone wanted to be here, but this was a small town. Sometimes there was nothing else to do other than be at the hottest spot fir the night, even if you hated it. That's small town life for teenagers. But there are always ways to make it all better.

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Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Sherry Lin Character Portrait: Jasper Godfrey Character Portrait: Adeline Juneau Character Portrait: Briceson Briggs
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Sherry Lin | Myer's Residence | #6960EC | Outfit


As more people entered the party, the hairs on Sherry's neck seemed to stand. It was becoming harder discern people from one another and she was thanking the fact that she abstained from alcohol entirely. Aside from being lightweight, the Asian glow would be hard to hide even under her "natural" makeup. She could mildly make out Tommy, the King of the Keg and resident kamina, Hiroto following soon after, and finally...

"Lookin' good, girl."

She wanted to say AJ given that she'd come with her brother but her thoughts were so rudely interrupted by one of the few boys who didn't freeze beneath The Stare™, no matter how much she might have tried.

Briceson Briggs.

His arrogant demeanor, athletic body, and overall gregariousness made him the apple of most girls' eyes at Beaumont Hills. It seemed to give him the idea that he was everyone's friend but she couldn't relate. He was the stereotypical jock, a meathead who excelled at sports but barely passed his classes. She didn't have many classes with him but it didn't take much to discern the face of a man who failed yet another quiz and definitely-did-not-care. Sherry had a cursory knowledge of lacrosse (for the sake of being cultured) but had never actually attended any games, much less seen him play. For all intents and purposes they should have never crossed paths, but being that the school was small and she took classes beyond her year it only made sense that he would make his way to her.

He buzzed around her as they approached the alcohol table, silently begging for some other person to catch his attention. At the back of her mind, an ethereal voice whispered in her mind's ear.

Find k-k. Find him

She winced as they approached the alcohol table before stopping entirely. The Banshee Network had a way of randomly messaging her and though she normally ignored such trivial (read: things that do not affect her) matters but she deliberately left herself open for the sake of getting AJ's late grandfather off her back. The tingle in her fingertips and the shiver down her spine seemed to intensify as she and Brice walked further into the household and his comments didn't help.

"I'll drink anything to make you less annoying," she replied icily before grabbing one of the least pungent drinks on the table and eying Tommy with particular scrutiny before wandering away.

She threw the cup in a nearby trashcan, looking for any empty couch or room available. The banshee needed peace and quiet to actively participate in the Banshee Network and a party was perhaps the worst place for either of those things. The noises of the party-goers, the music, and the ghosts of the Myers' former workers were overwhelming her and wafting smell of alcohol would only agitate her further. The only two options appeared to be a long line to the bathroom or a narrow door beneath a small staircase.

Sherry opted for the creepy door (naturally), finding that it led to a dimly lit laundry room. She sat on the washer and took a breath, opening her mind's eye to the spirit realm where a flood of faces and voices filled her senses.

"One at a time...please. I need to know what's going to happen and where."

Broke out. Find him. Find K-

"Kamina?"

No.

"Then who?"

There were at least two possibilities: that someone with a "k" sound in their name was going to die or that Tommy was involved. Perhaps both. The other option was that there might have been someone else, something else that she couldn't think of. In a world with banshees, kamina, and werewolves it wouldn't be out of the question for other species to exist and the phrase "broke out" only highlighted the possibility of this scenario being the case.

So the next question became where this would happen.

The network's free floating faces morphed into a blueprint of the mansion dotted blue with spirits that still haunted the estate. Most seemed content to observe the party but some were congregating.

Surrender yourself and you will find him.

The girl bit her lip as the voices continued swirling in her head. She didn't know these people, not really. And if it truly was a "him" that would die then AJ would be in no danger. She certainly didn't care for most of the other people in this school either so why would it matter if she chose not to follow her natural inclinations? She had nothing to gain from preventing another death.

She sighed. It mattered because she was a good person, a divining youth, if she was so inclined to call herself something. And she was already here so she would be a hypocrite if she didn't at least follow through this time.

"Fine, just this once."

Sherry's eyes rolled back for a few seconds as she left the room. Her practiced, graceful step deteriorated into an erratic, labored stumble to the Myer's backyard. Anyone observing her might have thought she was drunkenly wandering but it couldn't be further from the truth. Each step forward brought upon visions of death and the scent of chlorine once she arrived released the scream she had been suppressing all night long.