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Robin Thomson

"Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me."

0 · 451 views · located in Grover Park, Maryland, 1981

a character in “Diplomat's Son”, as played by partially-stars

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shatter me || impossible year || low


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Name: Robin Michelle Thomson


Nickname: N/A


Age: 18


Sexuality: Questioning


ImageAppearance
There's something striking about Robin. And sure, at first, it could just be put down to her large, distinctive blue-grey eyes that mark her as her father's daughter. The contrast with her naturally dark hair and lashes definitely only adds to that. Her skin colour is always changing, depending on the amount of time she happens to be spending in the sun. She tans easily and yet her tan fades relatively quickly. She's generally darker in summer than in winter, for obvious reasons. Her hair is the same, always changing colours depending on the light and season. It's naturally quite a dark brown, almost black in some lights. But when she spends a lot of time in the sun, it lightens, almost becoming blonde if she's spending a lot of time outside. With an oval shaped face, and a bottom lip that's a little fuller than her top lip, she's rather striking. She's always very well dressed, keeping her makeup tame and natural, and well suited to her colouring. Her dress sense is similar, always erring on the side of being understated, yet stylish.



Face Claim: Alexandra Daddario

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Robin is popular for a reason. In a number of AP classes, and managing to stay at the top of those classes as well as her others, she's academically brilliant. But her talents range beyond the classroom. She's a talented swimmer and runner and has represented the school on a number of occasions for both. She's on the debating team and was a member of the team they became national champions. And despite all of this, she still has time to maintain a healthy social life. She's undoubtedly brilliant- but she's also exceedingly nice. She could probably be a total bitch to those of lower social standing than her and get away with it, but that's never been Robin's style. That said, if somebody dares to try and attack her or any of her friends, she's got a wicked sharp tongue and isn't afraid to hold back. But people know that about her and know not to try that to her face. She's respected among her peers for having a decent sense of humour and never being afraid to laugh at herself.

But beneath the surface, something's simmering. Robin's got secrets, secrets she isn't proud of. She knows experimenting with her sexuality isn't a bad thing, she comes from a liberal family, but something just feels... wrong. And then there was the incident last summer. The incident that shortened her temper and made her keep secrets from people she promised she'd never keep secrets from. She hates herself for letting that happen, even though it was beyond her control. The manner in which it happened, behind closed doors and treated as if it was something hideous, as if she was dirty... she still feels it on her skin sometimes. If anyone pushes her, she's inclined to snap, more harshly than she would have done before.

Strengths: physically fit, intelligent, excellent public speaker, loyal, reliable

Weaknesses: short tempered, sarcastic, defensive, sharp-tongued, overly harsh


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Family

Mary Jane Thomson||Mother||On the whole, rather positive. Her mom was her rock during her crisis pregnancy, but they've had their rocky moments

Jack Michael Thomson||Father||She's always been a daddy's girl, but lately their relationship has been a tad strained.

Jamie William Thomson||Older brother||They grew apart after he moved away, but he was the first person she told about everything she was going through, and they've been closer than ever since.

Thomson family relations haven't been the best in recent years. Jamie moved away and hardly calls any more. Robin has been pushing them away with the weight of her secrets. Both siblings know that there's been tension between their parents. But there's still love there. When Robin needed help, they rallied around in their different ways, helping her through the tough time. She know she shouldn't push them away but can't help it.


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History:
Robin's childhood was rather unremarkable. Her family was working-class, their feet planted firmly on the ground. They always made ends meet, but there was no luxuries in their household. Robin's intelligence and charisma were both evident from a young age, but she still inherited her parent's work ethic. Work hard, play hard, and hold the people you love close. As she reached her teens, she realised that the hard work was less necessary for her, so she spent more time doing the thing she loved.

Robin was always among the more popular kids in her class. She was nice, she was friendly, and she'd always help people out with their homework. But people thought that would make her a pushover. Twelve-year-old Robin nearly got suspended after she nearly got in a fight with some boys who thought they'd be able to intimidate her into doing their work for them. People learned to respect her, and she liked that. Her popularity was based off of respect. It also meant she didn't have to work too hard to maintain it. She could put time into swimming and running, and still maintain her grades and friends. For a while, it seemed like Robin's life was perfect.

Robin's family was unusually liberal. They honestly didn't care who a person was or who they loved, they just cared if they were good people. They had marched in civil rights protests and still did on occasion. So when Robin, at the age of 16, met a girl who was... different, she let herself be drawn in. They kissed, and Robin liked it. She liked it a lot. But something still felt wrong. She'd heard the talk at school, she'd seen what had happened. So she buried these feelings deep down inside and swore to herself she'd never act on them. She met a guy, who she also liked a lot. They were in love. Her mother had gotten her some birth control pills, which she was taking religiously. When they had sex for the first time, they were careful and used a condom. They used a condom every time they had sex. But accidents happen, and Robin found herself pregnant. It was the summer before her junior year. She was in line to get scholarships, in line to go on and lead a debating team to victory again. The father had cheated on her, and they'd broken up on bad terms. There was no way in hell she could continue with it. She was terrified. But her mother had saw the signs. She'd known. And she brought Robin to get an abortion. Even if it was legal, there was still a huge amount of shame. Nobody knew about it but Robin and her family. She's been keeping it a secret since.

Secret: Had an abortion and is questioning her sexuality.

So begins...

Robin Thomson's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Michael Doyle Character Portrait: Jack Jacobs Character Portrait: Robin Thomson Character Portrait: Leon Louis Character Portrait: Melanie Hayes Character Portrait: Leanna Louis

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July 21, 1981
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Following the discovery of Manolo "Manny" Restrepo's body on the banks of Nestor Creek, a federal investigation has been launched, with help from local law enforcement. Working in tangent with Detective David Feely of Grover Park Police Department, the green Agent Daisy Rew has begun the questioning with six of Restrepo's closest friends.

Restrepo's last confirmed location was at a pool party held at the home of a classmate at Grover Park Preparatory Academy, Lori Johnston. The events following his departure from the party are currently unknown, and his parents deny seeing himImage at all since 1400 hours that day, when he left the residence to meet his friends at Clover Diner.

Restrepo was badly beaten, with a broken zygomatic bone, a fractured wrist, and multiple lacerations and contusions. His shoes were found bloody and dirty on Angel Bridge, a high bridge on an out-of-the-way footpath above the deepest part of Nestor Creek. As it is not a widely known area, knowledge of the bridge may lead toward the killer, although all of Restrepo's friends were aware of it.

Motive is unclear at this point in the investigation.

It has only been hours since Restrepo's body was discovered, and much of the evidence has yet to unfold.



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Jack sat in the orange plastic chair, his head in his hands and his mom sitting beside him silently, waiting for the investigators to call him in the room. His head pulsed with a hangover from the party, and the fluorescent lights drilled their way into his skull. The receptionist hammered the keys of the typewriter as hard as she could, popping the bubblegum she'd been chewing the whole time. The sounds felt like arrows. His stomach lurched at the though of any kind of food.

The door of the interrogation room groaned as it opened to a brown-haired woman in a black pantsuit, the sleeves of her blazer cuffed just below her elbows and a gun in a holster on her hip. An FBI badge hung against her crisp white dress shirt on a chain around her neck.

"Jack Jacobs," she called. Her voice turned up at the end with a hint of question. "Why don't you come in here so we can talk."

Jack stood. Walking toward the room felt like facing a firing squad. He couldn't tell if everyone was actually watching him or it was just his imagination. His mom stood to follow him, but the agent stopped her.

"Mrs. Jacobs," she said, "we'd like to speak to him alone first, if that's alright with you." It was the absolute last thing Jack wanted, but he couldn't find a way to ask his mom to come with. The words wouldn't come out.

The agent shut the door behind them. There was a man, thin, pale, and dark-haired, already sitting at the metal table poring over what was almost certainly Manny's case file in a manila folder. The agent's hand on Jack's shoulder lead him to a chair opposite the man. The clock on the wall ticked far too loudly, and the chair was too cold.

"Jack, right?" the man asked, and Jack nodded. "I'm Detective Feely. This is Agent Rew." He gestured to the agent, who leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "We just want to ask you a few questions about your friend Manolo Restrepo."

"Manny," Jack corrected.

"How long have you known each other?" Feely asked.

Jack swallowed around the lump in his throat. "About four years."

"When did you see him last?"

Jack hesitated. His heart was in his throat, but he could feel it thump in his whole body. "Is Manny okay?" he asked. "No one told us anything."

Detective Feely's mouth crumpled into a scowl, and he turned to look at Agent Rew behind him. She straightened away from the wall, her eyes narrowing at Jack as if he were a puzzle she was trying to put together. She nodded at Feely, who looked back at Jack.

"I'm sorry, Jack," he said softly. "Manny's body was found this morning."

Jack felt the color drain from his face. He shot up from the chair to find the metal trash can in the corner of the concrete room, and his stomach emptied itself of the dry toast he'd forced himself to eat earlier.




Jack couldn't look at his friends as his mom lead him by the arm out of the police station and to the car. He didn't complain when he felt her fingers dig into his bones. Agent Rew called in the next person.

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Character Portrait: Jack Jacobs Character Portrait: Robin Thomson Character Portrait: Melanie Hayes

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Melanie let out a sigh as she watched both Jack and Robin enter the private investigation room with one of the detectives. They both exited the room looking like shells of people and it made Mel all the more anxious. Not to mention the fact that her dad was sitting right next to her stone cold. On the way to the station he had been very blunt with her. If she ended up being in trouble, she would be in a deep amount of trouble at home as well. Who knows if she would ever see her classmates again. She started to pick at the dry skin around her thumbnail, a habit she developed after her cooldown from speed. The party had been rough last night and this day didn't seem like it was going to be any better.

Her heart sunk as she heard her name slip out of the mouth of the female detective she had seen before. They locked eyes as Melanie slowly stood up, her father remained seated with his eyes fixed on the clock that hung in the room. "Don't keep the detective waiting Mel." She swallowed and walked over to the room where the woman offered her a seat.

"We would like to speak to you privately for a moment if that is alright with you, we will bring in your Father shortly. I am detective Rew and this is my partner Feely." The man nodded, his eyes far less reassuring than detective Rew's. Melanie could only manage curt replies as the detectives asked her a serious of questions about the party the night before. All she could think about was if she had gotten busted for drug use for whatever reason. It didn't even register in her mind that detectives don't usually handle teenage drug use as that wasn't their first concern. It wasn't until they mentioned Manny that she realized something far worse had happened.

"W-Where is Manny? Is he missing?" Various thoughts began to rush through her head as she panicked about her friend's whereabouts. She grabbed her elbows with opposite hands as a way to cradle herself for comfort. Detective Rew looked slightly distraught as if telling children the news was beginning to take a toll on her. "Melanie, I'm sorry to inform you that Manolo has been found dead." Immediately a hand shot to cover her agape mouth. Her body instantly began shaking as tears filled her eyes. She shook her head as if to say it wasn't true. "Would you like us to bring in your father for a moment? We still have a few more questions we need to ask." Melanie did not respond, she sat there frozen as tears streamed down her face. Her body beginning to ache from the great emotional pain that swept over her.


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Thankfully the questions flew by fast as her dad did most of the talking for her. It seemed to be the first time since her mother's death that her dad was showing true affection and understanding. She rested her head into his chest as he responded to yes and no questions, knowing the answer through a hand squeeze from Melanie. The tears had been replaced with an overwhelming emptiness and shock inside her. Once they were finally allowed to leave, Melanie remained in the warm embrace of her father to the car. She finally understood Jack and Robin's dismay.

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Character Portrait: Michael Doyle Character Portrait: Jack Jacobs Character Portrait: Robin Thomson Character Portrait: Leon Louis Character Portrait: Leanna Louis

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The twins sat there in the police station exchanging the odd worried glance at one another. They sat in the police station and uncomfortable yet familiar weight stewing in the pit of their stomachs, the weight far heavier on Leon than his sister. This has happened before, they both realized. Nothing good has ever come of either of the twins being called to to places like this. The news was never good. But for Leon at least it wasn't the same as before, as he looked around the station he saw his friends and even the face of his father most of them looking rather worried themselves.

Though Leon tried to appear calm, his nerves were fraying inward but the only sign of this was the rhythmic, impatient tapping of his foot, all while Leanna sat there beside him, worry visibly wracking her face. As the others were called in and slowly came back out, their faces a mixture of horror and pure grief, Leon's composure came close to cracking, forcing his sister to pace a steadying hand on his knee. It felt like an eternity before one of their names were called.

"Leanna Louis" Called the female detective. Leanna moved to approach with her brother right on the girls heels. The detective raised a hand, a dismissive gesture they both were sure. "Sorry but we would like to speak wi-"The words died on the woman's lips as Leon spoke up loud enough to disrupt her train of thought not even bothering to let her finish.

"Come on. She's my sister, just look at her. She's nervous and scared and honestly I don't think you can blame her." Instantly Leanna knew what her brother was doing and played up the act. Admittedly she was nervous and worried even if she'd never say that right now but she didn't have to look nervous unless she wanted to, and now she very much wanted to. Her knees went limp and she began to shake lightly, letting out a low sounding please was what finally completed the image. Leon leaned closer to the woman before speaking once more."We just saw three of our best friends walk out of of here like they saw a ghost and you need to question me anyway right? Please just let me sit in with you guys or something?" With a sigh the woman sighed a relenting sigh as she escorted the pair into the room. The two exchanged a small smile for the small single victory of the night.

When they were brought before the other detective, they quickly took a seat and glanced once more at one another. Leanna asked the only question she could before either detective could utter a word. The only question that made any sense, a perceptive sort of concern leaked off her lips as she spoke. "What happened? Is everything okay? Manny? What happened to Manny, he's the only one not here. Is he still missing or...?" She trailed off not really wanting the answer. But Leanna was the smart one, the others looked devastated, and Manny had been missing for some time. Putting two and two together resulted in a grim thought, one she didn't want to entertain but saw plainly on the male detective's face. "I'm sorry you two but Manolo's body was found earlier today, murdered it seems."

With those words two hearts sank at once, but one sank deeper and further. Leon was shaking now his fists curled tightly into a ball "That's impossible! Who would ever want to hurt Manny? Everyone loved him and it's not like he's ever hurt anyone! Why someone ever wanna do that?" Leon's voice was desperate, a departure from any mask's he had bothered to wear moments before, his eyes were vulnerable and it took Leanna's presence once more, as well as her own genuinely distraught face to snap the boy out of it. She stared at her brother the answer clearly sitting at the forefront of her mind.Someone hurt Manny for the same reason they would want to hurt her brother and most of her friends. She didn't have to fake worry with a thought like that resting in her skull.

The interview passed by almost in a blur, somehow the twins had managed to answer the questions honestly but neither were truly there in the moment. As they walked out of the room Leon couldn't bear to look at his friedns, he looked like tears were going to crawl down his face at any moment, stopped only by Leanna gripping his arm, and letting out faint sobs of her own. The tears weren't real, she was never very good at shedding real tears, but she could always cry on command. The sobs sent Leon reeling back as he caught himself. Not here. He couldn't cry here, instead he clenched his fists in anger the only emotion he knew he was really allowed to bear openly. Without a word the twins looked at their father than retreated out the station into he car.

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Character Portrait: Michael Doyle Character Portrait: Jack Jacobs Character Portrait: Robin Thomson Character Portrait: Leon Louis Character Portrait: Melanie Hayes Character Portrait: Leanna Louis

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Tap. Tap. Tap Tap. Michael's leg wouldn't stop bouncing nervously against the cool tile of the police station. He jerked up abruptly as his mother placed a hand on his leg, trying to stop him. "Mike honey, calm down. Some kids probably just had something illegal at the party and the police are just wanting to get to the bottom of it". He knew it was worse than that. He could tell the way each of his friends shifted uncomfortably in their chairs while waiting to be called into interrogation, and their tear-stained faces walking out.

Manny.

It had to be about Manny. He had been with all of them at the party but after a while Mike had lost track of him. He hadn't thought much about the fate of his friend until the phone had rang requesting him to come up to the police station.

"Michael Doyle" A woman, the same that had called the others in now called his name. He was the last one. He got up slowly, and shakily from the plastic seat and gave on last hesitant glance to his mother before following the woman inside the room. It was small and bright, making him feel even more trapped than he already was.

He blinked a couple times, his eyes adjusting to the light as he stared at the man across from him, a scary, stern looking man. "Mr. Doyle, where were you last night around the hours of 10pm to 3am?" Michael shifted in his seat, he wasn't nervous about the questions but there was something the officers weren't getting to. "I was at a party with my friends for most of the night, but I went home around 12. Why? Is something wrong?"
The officer completely ignored his question, yet continued with his. "You would consider yourself to be 'good' friends with Manolo Restrepo?" Michael nodded his head, "Yeah Manny and I have always been - " The officer cut him off abruptly with another question. "Have you and Manny ever gotten into any arguments?" "Well, yeah but - " "Has any of your fights ever escalated?" A disgusted look came over Michael's face as he shook his head in disdain. "What? No, I love Manny. What does this have to do with him?" The officer paused for a moment, taking the time to observe Michael before taking a deep breath, "Manolo was found dead in Angel Creek this morning".

It was like Michael had just fallen through the floor. He felt weightless, confused, angry, empty. "W-what?" His voice cracked slightly, as he clenched the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. "We are deeply sorry for your loss, but at this moment we need to figure out anything we can so we can help bring him justice". Michael just nodded, subconsciously, he fully wasn't there. He nodded his head yes or no to the proceeding questions, until the officers got the point and released him, telling him to call back if he thought of anything.

He walked calmly out of the room, his mother right there to grab his hand as he suddenly realized it was shaking uncontrollably. "Honey? ... Michael darling, is everything alright?" He just shook his head in response, and his mother lead him carefully out of the station. As soon as they walked out of the station he felt his breath start to hitch in his throat, and the stinging of tears at his eyes. It suddenly became harder to breath, as Michael frantically ripped open the door of his mom's car and grabbed his inhaler sitting in the cupholder with shaky hands. "Michael! What is wrong?" his mother exclaimed from the driver's seat as he took a large inhale from the inhaler.

And exhaled with a huge sob. "Oh god, Michael. Come here" And his mom wrapped him in her arms in the car, brushing his hair affectionately as he cried into her arms.

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Character Portrait: Michael Doyle Character Portrait: Jack Jacobs Character Portrait: Robin Thomson Character Portrait: Leon Louis Character Portrait: Melanie Hayes Character Portrait: Leanna Louis

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Jack Jacobs | seventeen

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The wind cooled and scraped at the scrubbed-raw skin under Jack's eyes as he peddled. The tears had barely come out, as if he didn't quite believe that Manny was gone. They hadn't shown him he body, just a couple of Polaroids of his shoes—the same red chucks he always wore—bloody and abandoned on Angel Bridge and scraps of fabric from the shirt he'd been wearing when Jack saw him last clinging to the chain link fence meant to keep people from falling off into Nestor Creek below.

A lot of good that did, Jack thought, pushing his bike harder up the little hill that separated North Grover from Main Street. He lived the closest to Clover Diner—it was just on the northernmost end of Main Street—but he was also the farthest removed from the rest of town. Grover Park was full of the upper middle class, with the exception of two neighborhoods. North Grover, where Jack lived, was the poorest neighborhood in town, populated mostly by the working class people that provided the town with its manual labor and service workers. Shady Grove, Manny's neighborhood, was on the exact opposite side of town, with manicured lawns and huge mansions where a regular family could live in the same house and not see each other for a week.

The distance never used to make a difference to Jack, even before Manny got his car for his sixteenth birthday. He'd been driving them to school since then, but before that his chauffeur had taken them. Grover Park wasn't that big anyway. It didn't even take an hour to ride across the town and back on his bike.

Jack chained his bike up to the rack in front of Clover and went in, the bell chiming above his head as he pushed the door open. He made a beeline for the biggest booth they had, waiting for him in the back as if it had a reserved sign on it. For how often they came there, it might as well have. Everyone there knew who the table belonged to. He slid into the middle seat—always his spot, since he always got there first.

Colette, the waitress and Jack's neighbor, smiled at him as she set out seven menus. She didn't say anything, and neither did he. He just watched the door, waiting for his friends to show up. His chest ached hollowly, as if everything had been scooped out and put in the freezer for later.

Keith Derringer and Lori Johnston glared openly at him as they left, but he ignored them. He checked his watch.