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Abbie Stone

"Even the longest nights must end."

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a character in “Fresh Poison”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description






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Name:
Abigail Stone

Nicknames:
Abbie

Age:
18

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual




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Secret:

Abbie has struggled with depression since she was 14. However, that is far from her biggest secret. Last year, she reached her lowest point and attempted suicide. Her parents found her and brought her to the emergency room, where they managed to patch her up. Her parents, who had had an inkling that something was wrong, were shocked by exactly how bad things were and forced her to see a counsellor. Everyone thinks that she was in hospital for a bad infection and don't know that she's on anti-depressants. She's still having to go to her counsellor due to a few close calls. The only person who knows is Jason, her boyfriend.




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Likes
  • Feeling secure
  • Her friends
  • Long walks in forests
  • Coffee
  • Indie music
  • Floral scents
  • Candles
  • Chocolate
  • Perfume
  • Bright colours
  • Painting

Dislikes
  • Having to rely on pills
  • Bitter foods
  • Sickeningly sweet scents
  • The smell of a doctor's office
  • Dentists
  • Maths
  • Being constantly watched
  • Being alone
  • Liquorice
  • Bananas
  • All cheese except cheddar

Talents
  • She's a very talented artist, having an eye for colour and shading.
  • She's the most loyal friend you could hope to have.
  • She's incredibly understanding about everything, from being late to cancelling long-standing plans.

Weaknesses
  • She's incredibly dependent and needs to constantly be around people.
  • She struggles to talk about her feelings and usually internalises it until she explodes.
  • She's not very academic, unable to do math or science or anything along those lines.

Fears
She fears abandonment and is terrified of being alone for the rest of her life.
She can't swim and so fears large bodies of water.






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Personality:

Abbie is an incredibly friendly person. She's the person who will go and speak to the person who's sitting by themselves and will manage to strike up a conversation with her. While she's friendly, she's not loud. She's quiet and almost timid, and the fact that she isn't loud or brash means that it's hard to dislike her. She's never alone, even if she isn't speaking. She's usually laughing or smiling though. She has a great sense of humour, and while she can't tell jokes, she loves to laugh at them. She's usually surrounded by a waft of floral perfume, and despite her timidness, when most people smell that perfume, she's the first thing they think of. Despite her quietness, she is a presence you would miss. She radiates warmth and all of her friends, close or not, know that they can talk to her about whatever problem they have. She's incredibly loyal, and you know that once she's your friend, you have a friend for life. When she's feeling good or okay, she'll always make an effort to stay in touch.

The problem is, however, that when she'd feeling down or is going through a rough patch, she can't hold a conversation that isn't face to face to save her life. She's very dependent on other people, but she also has a nagging voice at the back of her head telling her that nobody likes her and that she's wasting her time trying to talk to people or make friends. She can't get out of bed, and even getting her to take the pills that deals with that very problem is a chore. It's okay during school term, because she has to get out of bed and she has to get dressed and she has to socialise, all of which helps a little bit. But when she's not in school, she's been known to stay in bed for twenty four hours, only getting up to go to the bathroom. She gets irritable and snaps a lot when she's in a bad mood, often isolating herself from her friends until she comes back in her usual mood.

Besides her depression, she's a very proud person. On her good days, she's verging on ashamed of her mental illness. It's part of the reason that she refuses to talk about it. She hates to appear weak, which often clashes with how she actually feels. While she's quiet, she's also not afraid to stand up for herself if necessary. When she gets angry, she gets quite angry and will lash out if necessary.


History:

Knowing Abbie as a child, you never would have guessed how her teenage years would go. She was a happy child who was always laughing or smiling. She had a huge social group and was forever making more and more friends. She was always surrounded by people. Everyone loved her and she loved everyone. She had a happy home life and there was truly never any reason for her to be unhappy for any period of time. It was only when she reached her teens that it started to change.

She couldn't explain it. Most of the time, she was fine. But every so often, there would be a phase where just getting out of bed was next to impossible, and where she felt like she was numb or incredibly down. As she got older and didn't talk about it, it just got worse and worse, until she was sixteen and her good days were few and far between. This lasted for a year before she reached her lowest point. She'd been thinking about it for far too long, and on a particularly bad night, she did it. When she didn't come down for dinner or for her favourite TV show, her parents suspected something was up and went up to check on her.

They rushed her to the emergency room, where the doctors managed to save her. They admitted that had it been any later, chances were it would have been too late. Abbie stayed in hospital for two weeks, having been transferred to the psychiatric ward once she was in the clear. She was then referred to a counsellor and put on anti-depressants. She's had to stay on them up to now, mostly because she's had a few low points again. Fortunately, she was able to recognise them and either got herself through them by painting or colouring or by calling her counsellor. It's been hard, but she feels herself that she's gradually starting to improve. Not by much, but she feels that her dosage of pills is finally right and that she can spot her bad points, which is a start.






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Other:
She sees her therapist twice a week.

Face Claim:
Hayley Williams

Hexcode:
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So begins...

Abbie Stone's Story

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Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Rosalyn NarvΓ‘ez Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Aidan Fletcher Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins Character Portrait: Abbie Stone Character Portrait: Wyatt Quinn Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Jason Reide Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Terrian Mandalay Character Portrait: Tyler Brent
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The music was loud enough for Abbie to feel the bass in her chest. There was already a small crowd on the dancefloor, some grinding, some doing the dorkiest dance moves known to humanity, and some trying to work up the courage to dance. In one corner, a group was playing some kind of drinking game. Every so often, there was a cheer as somebody chugged a beer. Abbie was not engaging in any of these. She was sitting on a couch, holding a red solo cup and occasionally taking sips out of it. After saying that she wasn't drinking, somebody had found her a soda. She appreciated that- then again, in reply to her saying she wasn't drinking, the guy offering her a beer and simply said, "MORE FOR ME THEN!" and gone to find her a non-alcoholic drink. She'd been too nervous to ask her therapist if she could drink with her medication, and so wasn't going to take any chances.

Right now, she was waiting for Jason to show up. They'd agreed to meet at the party- Abbie had had a therapist's appointment, so not having to arrange to meet him gave her time to get changed,put her makeup on and get something to eat. She'd expected him to be here by now, but hadn't seen him yet. He must have gotten held up for whatever reason. She'd dressed up for the party. Instead of her usual t-shirt and jeans, she was in a sapphire blue cocktail dress, wearing silver heels. She would have been lying if she had said that she hadn't enjoyed dressing up. It felt good after having not done it in a while.


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Callum could hear the party from several blocks away. He'd been forced to walk after his father had gone on a rant about "those goddamn faggots" and had left Callum far too anxious to ask for the keys. The conversation had driven Callum to his room, where he had to try and not have a panic attack. He'd failed, and had then had to calm himself down and pretend like nothing had ever happened. The walk had calmed him down again, and he was looking forward to knowing that he could actually relax for once. Not entirely- relaxing to much could lead to... things happening, and if that got out... That wasn't worth thinking about.

He reached the house, not surprised to see the door wide open. You didn't get invited to these parties, you just heard what time they were on at and where they were, and you turned up. That was why the cops were having such a hard time finding the killer- everyone at the party was a suspect, and there had been a lot of people. He'd had an interview with the police himself earlier that day. One of the officers had been incredibly attractive, and trying not to stare and give himself away had probably made him sound a little suspicious.

He entered the room where everything seemed to be happening and scanned the room, looking for a familiar face.

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He was late. Probably. Maybe? No, definitely. Jason was walking kind of slowly down the street toward the party Abbie had wanted to meet him at. He was walking slowly because, well, really he was just giving himself a plausible lie as to why he was just showing up. Which now that he thought about it was counter intuitive, since the longer he took the more out of character he seemed. He always tended to be one of the first people to show up at a party, but he had been... held up. To say the least. Abbie had to go see her therapist so he had decided to stop and grab dinner. He was just going to ask for something to go and eat at his place, but no. Of course he had been there, and had insisted on sitting down to eat with him.

"What am I doing?" Jason muttered to himself, looking over at the house he assumed the party was at. If the blasting music and random teenagers stumbling about was any indication. I need a drink. The thought had come from no where but to say it wasn't true would be a lie. Normally feeling upbeat, if not energetic, this whole 'nervous' thing was new to him. Jason stood outside for a moment, only deciding to go in after spotting Callum walk inside.

The music was deafening. Who ever picked the playlist should be shot, but at least it had a beat to it. Jason looked around and spotted Callum with Charlie. Jason suddenly grinned, any worrying thoughts vanishing from his mind as he snuck up behind Callum, merely putting a finger to his lips in a 'shhh' motion to signal to Charlie to not give him away. Without warning he jumped up and bear hugged his friend, nearly causing them both to fall over. "Callum! Charlie! You guys weren't having too much fun without me, right?" he half-yelled over the music, his wide grin still in place. He knew Callum had just showed up, but he couldn't tell with Charlie. The guy didn't seem all that sober. A cursory glance around the room didn't give him much hope in the area of friends- he didn't recognize most people here. Alex was standing by herself, which wasn't a shock. She seemed to be waiting for someone though, so he decided against calling her over. He suddenly remembered something. "You guys haven't seen Abbie, have you? I was supposed to meet her here."

Almost on cue, Jason spotted a red head sitting by herself on the couch. "Nevermind. I'll talk to you guys later," he said offhandedly before walking over to Abbie. She looked kind of bored, if he was honest. And painfully sober. At that thought, he realized he was too. Why didn't he have a drink yet?

"Hey," Jason said, ungracefully dropping himself on the couch next to Abbie. "You haven't been here long, have you?" he asked, his way of saying 'sorry it took me so long' without actually apologizing.

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Even though it was no where near morning, Tyler had a coffee clutched in his hand. As far as he was concerned coffee was good at any time of the day. Though, his sleeping schedule was seriously confusing, and no where near consistent enough to even really be considered a 'schedule'. But it was worth it. Taking another sip from the drink, he nodded to himself. Very worth it.

He was currently heading home. A few blocks away he could faintly hear music, and knew for a fact that there was a huge party going on. Considering the panic that had happened not to long ago with the murder and everything, he was surprised they still wanted to have parties. Okay, maybe not surprised they wanted parties, more surprised they were allowed to have them. As far as he knew every one of those kids were under suspicion, and he would think the police would find it kind of dangerous to let a murderer just hang out in a crowd like that.

Better a crowd than alone with them in an alley, he thought to himself, feeling slightly disturbed after at how dark the thought was. Shaking off the feeling of 'I'm a terrible person' for having the thought, Tyler threw out his now empty coffee cup. He hadn't even remembered finishing it, and now he wished he had more. "I need a coffee intervention," he mumbled, laughing under his breath.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Abbie Stone Character Portrait: Jason Reide Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Tyler Brent
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Terrian was exactly where you would expect him to be in a situation like this, hiding in plain sight. He was so paranoid about what could be lurking in the shadows seeking him out that he took any opportunity to be around an abundance of people. As long as he was around people, noone was going to come and collect debts. Of course they would come seeking money, but when he didn't have the money, they decided to take other forms of collateral. "Just a friendly reminder" they called it.

Though he didn't have any money, you would never know it. He was dressed in a charcoal grey suit, with a black pearlsnap silk shirt peeking through. He had always dressed like a businessman. In the NBA, you wore a suit and tie when you were in public and weren't in uniform. His dream was to play in the NBA, so he carried himself the same way that he would have if he were in the NBA, though he usually opted for a tieless look.

He had perched himself up against a wall in the main room, directly on the other side of the room from where Abbie and Jason were sitting. Seeing Abbie in her beautiful blue dress made him smile a bit, at least he wasn't the only one over-dressed for the occasion. He'd given Callum a two-finger salute when he had seen him. They werent super friendly with each other, but he'd been in varsity athletics as Callum was transitioning from JV, so he had helped with the transition, and they had become somewhat friendly with each other.

Come to think of it, Terrian wasn't super friendly with anyone. He had always been so focused on chasing his dreams during school that he hadn't spent any time working on human interaction, or ingratiating himself with anyone for that matter. He was quite an enigmatic persona, really. He had all the tools to be one of the most popular, attractive guys in school, but he just never gave it the time of day. Now that his dreams had been shattered, he honestly found himself a little lost as to how to handle these kinds of situations. At least he had the whole mysterious appeal going on about him, right? He played on that for all he could.

He gazed about the room, sometimes watching the crowd as they danced...ish and sometimes watching an individual, like Alexandria or Tyler, and wondering idly what their story was. He had a red solo cup in his hand, holding some form of alcohol in it, but he was definitely slow-drinking it. He had no desire to be drunk in public. Whether it be the police that were watching them, or someone else that might have been watching him, he was going to need his faculties about him if he wanted to make it home in one piece.

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Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins Character Portrait: Abbie Stone Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Jason Reide Character Portrait: Callum Watson
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Abbie beamed as she saw Jason come in. His friends were hanging around by the door, so it made sense that he'd greet them first. He attacked one of them- Callum, wasn't it?- in a bear hug from behind, before talking to them briefly. She was about to wave to catch his attention, but then he spotted her and made his way over. In response to him asking if she'd been here long, she shook her head. "No, I've only been here about fifteen minutes," she said, leaning into him. That was a lie- it was probably closer to half an hour, if not more. But he didn't need to know that.

"How was your day?" She asked, looking up at him. Maybe he'd explain why he was late. Not that she minded, but she wanted to curious to know why he'd been so late. It was happening more and more lately, and she was just hoping that everything was okay at home. Then again, maybe he'd always been turning up this late and she was only picking up on it now. That was a possibility too.


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Callum could hear Charlie yelling his name from across the room, even over the blaring music. His friend ploughed through the crowd, accumulating more than a few glares. Then again, Charlie never did really care. "Tell me you brought something to drink," Charlie said by way of greeting. It was only then that he remembered that he had planned on bringing something, but after everything that had happened, he'd had other things on his mind. "Shit, man, sorry. I had an argument with the old man before coming out so it completely slipped my mind," he said. It wasn't exactly a lie.

Without any warning, something attacked him from behind. He's found out he's found out he'd going to kill me he's going to- He only snapped out of it as Jason yelled his and Charlie's names joyfully. Callum straightened up. "Jesus Christ, man, don't do that again. You nearly gave me a heart attack," he said. Maybe that was exaggerating, but a panic attack hadn't been too far off. Jason disappeared again in search of his girlfriend, and Callum snuck in a deep breath as Reagan appeared, followed by Alissa with a bottle in a paper bag. He was fine. His father hadn't found out. He was fine.

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Jason felt kind of bad about sneaking up on Callum from the sheer look of panic the boy had, but he seemed alright now. Jason kind of kept an eye on him until Reagan decided to pop up, at which he gave up looking over. He made a point of avoided that girl.

Abbie said she hadn't been there long, which was good. He felt a little bit less like an ass then. There was the possibility she was lying, but that only meant she didn't want him to feel bad. Jason grinned at the thought, wrapping his arm around her as she leaned closer. "How was your day?" Jason blinked, not because he couldn't remember or anything, but because he suddenly remembered that a few key parts of what he did that day wasn't exactly good. Well, maybe it was good, but it was still a shitty thing to do. He suddenly felt guilty, having his arm around her like that. What was he doing? But instead of showing any hint of guilt Jason just let an easy smile appear on his face, shrugging at the question.

"Not much. Went to grab some dinner earlier and lost track of time." Well, it wasn't technically a lie. "How about you, anything interesting?" he asked, trying not to seem tense. He had to tell the guy to fuck off next time he saw him, he couldn't keep this lying thing up. Actually, he could keep the lying thing up if he wanted to, and that was part of the problem. The longer it went on the more used to lying to Abbie he was getting. And the less rushed he felt to fix things.

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Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins Character Portrait: Abbie Stone Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Jason Reide Character Portrait: Callum Watson
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As Charlie closed in on Callum, Jason popped up, and who was he to deny him the fun of scaring the royal shit out of Callum? So, he nodded to the, rather sad conformation, that Callum hadn't brought anything to drink to not give anything away as Jason pounced on Callum. His pocket viberated as his outdated, cracked 'smart' phone vibrated in his pocket. Flipping it out, he read Ally's newest text, 'Oh, Oh, Oh! You wish love. If I was addicted you would actually be able to see a naked guy that wasn't a total creeper. :P'

Snapping his head up to Jason who asked them about fun, Charlie gave a thumbs up with a large smile, "Got drinkage on the way," of course, he wasn't paying for it. He was what they called, 'broke as shit'. He didn't even sleep on a bed, instead, he slept on a reclining chair in the living room with a blanket and a pillow because his bed, which was incredibly old, almost older then he was, had broke a year and a half ago, roughly speaking, and getting a new mattress was out of the question on their budget.

Abby? Who was Abby? Charlie blinked a few times trying to recall that name, he was sure he had heard that name before, but it wasn't ringing any bells. Before he could ask who that was, Jason took off and headed over to a red-head on the couch. Charlie tilted his head watching her until it clicked, Jason's girlyfriend! Right, right, he could swear he went through this song and dance every time he heard her name. He really needed a way to remember the red head. Charlie rubbed his chin with his thumb, felling the short hairs trickling across his thumb before shooting back into position. Oh well, he would figure it out later, blue suited her though. She looked good.

His attention was snapped up by a new arrival, "Rea!" Happy to see a friend that he can do some serious drinking with. What point was there in going to a party if someone wasn't planning on getting absolutely wrecked? Well, getting laid was always there, but that was a subject he was going to avoid for the time... being. But ouch did Rea cut to the bone. He did not...

Of course, right after she said that, Ally came in and handed him the glorious paper bag containing the holy drinkage, "Will try," Charlie replied, really, he would. Odds are, he wouldn't be able to work his phone later on, so he may have to be carried out.. but that was a problem for later. Opening the brown bag, he glanced in at the large bottle filled with the dark liquid, "I love you Ally!" He called after her as she headed over to Alexandria.... Weird, he didn't think she would just hand him the drink and walk off... Well, they could hang out later.

Lifting the bottle of Kraken rum from the bag, he held it up to Rea, "Whelps, looks like I got your fix. To the kitchen!" Charlie said already excited for the night ahead as he lifted the bottle higher as if he was a knight preparing for the charge as he, once more, shoved and plowed his way through the crowd. He didn't check behind him to see if Callum would join them, or even if Rea was coming, but either way, he was going to get his drink.

Entering the kitchen, he moved to the fridge hoping, against hope, that they had decent mixers in there. Kraken wasn't really a rum that was shot, although, he supposed they could... but it was better as a mixer to cut down on some of the sweetness it had. Pulling it open, he crouched and scanned the shelves listing off the drinks as he saw them in his mind: Ginger Ale, Pepsi, gross.... Sierra Mist? Really?

"Balls," Charlie said with a defeated sigh, there was a distinct lack of Dr. Pepper or even Coke... if they had kool-aid, there were a few flavors that went well... Looking up to the counter, he spotted an unopened box of Coke, seems like someone brought it with them, and, well, Charlie was going to take some of their soda whether they liked it or not. If they whined, he would just offer to make them a drink. Everyone won.

Leaning over, bracing his free hand on the ground to keep his balance, he pulled the box off the counter and slid it into the fridge so the drinks would stay cold. Tearing open the box, he pulled out three cans and set them on the counter, "So, who is drinking?" Charlie asked as he grabbed a stack of red plastic cups and looked around the kitchen.

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She shook her head. "Not much- went to my appointment, talked for an hour, came home, got something to eat, got ready, came here. Just a quiet afternoon," she said, shrugging a little. Of course, the appointment hadn't been that simple- it was checking that her medication was working, talking about anything that was troubling her, talking about how she'd dealt with her bad days... The average appointment. She'd come home with more of those art therapy colouring books, her doctor recommending that she stuck with them. Sometimes, she felt a little ridiculous sitting and colouring in swirls and such, but when she didn't have the inspiration to paint, it did calm her down and made her feel better. And it wasn't like she was going to get frustrated with the quality of her work when she was just colouring.

She took a mouthful out of her drink, looking up at him. "Do you want to get a drink or anything? They've got soda if you don't want alcohol," she said, lifting her cup as if to demonstrate.


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After the shock he'd just got, he needed a drink. He followed Charlie and Reagan into the kitchen, swiping a drink as soon as Charlie had it poured. He took a gulp out of it and grimaced a little, before grinning. It burned, but that was exactly what he wanted. He caught Reagan glancing at her phone and raised his eyebrows, still smirking. "2007 called, Reagan, it wants its phone back," he teased, taking another sip from his cup. Seriously, a flip phone? In this day and age? He wasn't one to judge, but he was seriously surprised to see that. Were her parents just ridiculously strict about phones? Bloody hell, his own father had an iPhone. He didn't know how to use it, but he had one.

He took a sip from his cup again as he glanced at the party. People were hooking up left right and centre, making his stomach twist uncomfortably again. Damn, he really wanted to, but at these kinds of parties, rumours flew, and knowing his luck, the wrong person would find out. He drained his cup and held it out for a refill. Maybe if he got really, really drunk, he'd forget it, even just for the night.

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Jason nodded along to Abbie's brief on her day, watching random people "dance" to the music in the middle of the room. If you can call it dancing. He blinked, looking at the cup she was suddenly holding up for him to look at. What? Oh, drinks.

"Me? Not want alcohol?" Jason nodded at her drink. "I think I'll leave the non-alcoholic drinking to you." He didn't question why she was just drinking soda, just assuming it had something to do with medication. Or maybe she just didn't feel like getting drunk. That certainly wasn't the case for him.

For the first time since spotting her, Jason actually looked her over and couldn't help but smile. She was dressed up, and in comparison he probably looked like he had been living under a bridge. He hadn't changed before coming here, it wasn't like he had appearances to uphold. "You look nice in blue," he commented, almost absently, before glancing toward the kitchen. "Imma go grab a drink, want anything?" he asked, only pausing briefly for a reply.

He nodded, grinning at her and kissing her cheek before dragging himself back to his feet. Then he was walking into the kitchen to find something to drink. He would of felt bad about leaving her on the couch if it weren't for the fact that she knew he didn't like to sit in one place long at parties, and he was just grabbing a drink. Besides, he could make it up to her later. Suddenly Jason paused, remembering there was more than one reason he had a lot to make up for. Shit.

He spotted Callum and Charlie in the kitchen, and started to grin, but the smile dropped when he spotted Reagan. Was she friends with Callum? The thought put a bitter taste in his mouth, but he wasn't going to tell Callum who to be friends with. Free will and all that. He really didn't even hate her all that much. She just hated him to the point he couldn't help but not get along with her. Putting his grudge aside, Jason walked over in time to watch Callum down the rest of whatever he was drinking and hold it back out to Charlie.

"Pour me a drink too, would ya, Charlie?" he asked with a smile, though he drew the name out almost like a tease. He glanced at Callum, sensing something off with his friend. But since he didn't actually look upset he couldn't really justify the feeling and just brushed it off. Instead he draped an arm over the guy's shoulders and grinned like he didn't have a care in the world. Liar.

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Aiden couldn't decide how she felt about this party. A kid had died... how long ago? He wasn't even cremated yet, and already all the teens of this shallow town were back to their usual routine of drinking without regret and acting without thought. It felt disrespectful to his memory, although Aidan had nothing personal to contribute to such, as she'd barely known the guy. A couple of brushes in the hallway, a brief query on Aidan's part about the due date for an assignment. She couldn't remember what his voice sounded like, or what colour his eyes were.
And neither could a whole lot of people. It was in that sense that Aidan wasn't completely opposed to the party. Yes, a kid had died. Yes, it was tragic. But what could they, strangers, do? How could they mourn over someone whose name owned no space in their memory? Whose past was a blank, untouched canvas as far as they knew? Weeping over the dead was not an enjoyable past time. So who had the right to tell them that they had to, whether they themselves were emotionally suffering or not?

Plus, for the people more shaken by the kid's death, there was alcohol, a magical beverage with the power to dull the senses and in turn the pain, to make one forget and forgive. Sigh. Aidan really missed alcohol, sometimes.

As she sauntered through the house, she shot smiles and brief greetings left and right. Little hey's and hiya's to indivuals that dappled various places on Aidan's mental scale of importance and relevance. There was Joey Dickson, the 'bad boy' on campus. Complete wank. He shot her a wink, and she pointedly ignored him. By the beer keg, Laura Williams, a so-called 'prude' with her face currently half-engulfed by sleazeball Mark Gage's own. Hm. Prude, indeed.

She continued searching the faces before her fair gaze fell upon one of the prime objects of her platonic affections.

What with her being the only one sitting on the couch -not to mention her fiery locks- it was easy to single out Abbie, and Aidan did so with delight, sneaking up on the redhead from behind before looping her arms over her shoulders.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

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Character Portrait: Rosalyn NarvΓ‘ez Character Portrait: Aidan Fletcher Character Portrait: Abbie Stone Character Portrait: Callum Watson
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She blushed at Jason's compliment, before shaking her head in response to his question. There was still plenty left in her cup, as she'd just been sipping at it. She stayed where she was on the couch as she waited for him to come back, still taking the occasional sip from her cup. She watched the room and the dancers. There were always the few who really didn't give a crap about what they looked like, and she had to admire that. She could never dance that dorkily and not be self conscious.

Without warning, somebody wrapped their arms around her from behind. She jumped, before Aidan's voice rang out. Abbie stood up, putting her cup down on the floor and wrapped her arms around the other girl. "Aidan!" She said joyfully, beckoning her to sit down. She picked her cup back up as she sat back down, patting the couch beside her. "C'mon, sit down!" Not having to sit alone as she waited for Jason to return was much more fun. "You look lovely!" She gushed, grinning.


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Callum got the impression that Reagan hadn't found his joke even the slightest bit funny, but he smirked at her anyway. He grinned at the new girl, raising his eyebrows. "Rosalyn, isn't it? I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I'm Callum," he said. He knew her from seeing her face around school and such, but wasn't entirely sure if he'd actually ever met her. He took a mouthful out of his drink, refilled courtesy of Charlie. It was strong, but that was what he really wanted tonight. "What would we do without you and your excellent bartending skills, Charlie?" He asked, grinning at his friend.