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Alissa Blackburn

"You have never lived until you have tried everything once."

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a character in “Fresh Poison”, as played by Sorella

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Alissa Blackburn
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"You have never lived until you have tried everything once."

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Name:
Alissa Cale Blackburn

Nicknames:
Ally or Lissa.

Age:
Eighteen years of age.

Gender:
Female.

Sexuality:
Bisexual.





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Secret:

Lissa is dating a teacher:
Ever since the summer after her junior year at high school, her and her gym teacher had hit off. Previous to her relationship with her teacher, she had been in so many horrible and emotionally abusive relationships to the fact that Alissa would be broken down a bit. In the summer she had gone to the bar and snuck in using her older sisters ID as they looked quite similar at the time, and there is where she caught up with her teacher a bit, and they were great friends for a majority of the summer. Eventually on August 19th sparks seemed to have flew and they just connected really well. Right now their relationship is very secretive but sometimes they seem to get a bit risky and have some intimate moments in his office.





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Likes
+ Music
+ V-neck tees
+ White Wine
+ Sex
+ Sushi

Dislikes
- Authority
- Ignorance
- Strawberry ice cream
- Smell of gasoline
- Horses

Talents
+ Drawing, anything related to it, in particular. (Comic style is her favourite)
+ Dancing. Lissa loves to dance and hip hop she knows the best.
+ Lissa can burp the alphabet and she's proud. She has no shame in her game.

Weaknesses
- Her first weakness is her inability to trust someone completely.
- Secondly, any other animal other than a horse, has her heart. She's an activist against animal cruelty.
- Any seeing of blood. It makes her nauseated.

Fears
- Lissa has a irrational fear of horses. She can't stand horses as they creep her out.
- Another fear of hers is, she may never be able to settle down despite wanting to be able to. She's also afraid to give herself up entirely to someone.






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Personality:

Alissa is a free spirit. From the time she was around the young age of four her family could just tell. She would roam around like it was her second nature, and she’d go wherever and do whatever pleased her. A lot of people had judged this to be more selfish when she got older. Lissa would end up doing things for herself and she would end up making herself a first priority before anyone else, because she loved making herself happy. You could almost say as if though she may have some problems with authority, and a lot of the time you’d be correct in that assumption. Lissa dislikes people holding things above her and make her feel like a caged animal. If she was a caged animal she’d have ripped their arm off by now.

Ally is a bit of a bad ass. She will try anything at least once and she is that daredevil child almost. She will be reckless, ruthless and everything else associated with that, her motto for her teen years is β€œyou have never lived until you tried something at least once.” or somewhere along those lines. That being said, Lissa does have a few piercings such as her helix, nose, and belly button pierced, and she takes great pride and having her body almost seems like a canvas. As for tattoos each of the ones that she has symbolizes a part of her. She has a Japanese crane on her back with the legs that run down her spine. The crane is a symbolism of her freedom and youthfulness, and just how she is in the phase of her life right now. As cliche as it may sound her second tattoo is a dragon that has it’s tail at her earlobe and goes all the way up to the other side of her ear. She connect a lot with the dragon and she just feels she can really under the dragon.


History:

Alissa was the third born to Adeline and Vincent Blackburn. Coming from quite a wealthy family it was difficult to make friends, sometimes you'd have them for all the wrong reasons and sometimes they just didn't care about you as much as you would hope they did. Being a youngest sibling to two older siblings has its perks and downfalls. Such as a great perk would be, being able to pit blame on her older siblings very easily for something she did, or get them in trouble with just a simple little whine (Yea she was that sibling.) It was also a perk when she could go into her two older sisters' closets and pick out any outfit she wanted to wear and just go. Needless to say, sometimes sisters aren't for life and they chase you around the house saying they want to kill you.

Typically throughout most of her high school career thus far, she has been a straight B student. She has the potential to be straight A student but she just doesn't have the time for that. As for her past in terms of usage of certain substances and activities, the first time Alissa drank was when she was the age of fourteen, with some older guys, when she was invited to a big party. She got so wasted she blacked out for most of that night. At age fifteen was when she had become more intimate with people, and her first time was actually with a girl and she can honestly say she didn't hate it. As for smoking cigarettes or marijuana that didn't happen until she was the age of sixteen, and she's not a avid smoker. If anything Lissa is more so into the alcohol and drinking.

For the most part, you'd think Lissa's background isn't so bad, and really it wasn't. Although, Lissa has a difficult time at home because her parents are so pleased with Lissa's older sisters that they forget Lissa is there or they're disappointed that she will not go too far and it saddens her a lot to know how highly her parents think of her. They still love her and adore her, but you can see that they wish Lisa would amount to more, and unfortunately, Lissa is just doing all she can to be herself and be who she wants to be.






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Other:
Lissa knows how to play the piano, and she knows how to do three different forms of dance. Ballet, hip hop, and tap dancing. She can however do a fourth style of dance but she wouldn't consider it to count in the ranks with the other ones but she knows how to Celtic thunder dance

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Luanna Perez

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So begins...

Alissa Blackburn's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Abbie Stone Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Jason Reide Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins Character Portrait: Aidan Fletcher Character Portrait: Rosalyn NarvΓ‘ez Character Portrait: Wyatt Quinn Character Portrait: Tyler Brent Character Portrait: Terrian Mandalay

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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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Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn

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This was the last place Alex wanted to be right now, especially because the music was too loud for her to even hear her thoughts. But then again she tended to like loud music for that reason only. She was currently at the backyard of those house, surrounded by some high strangers. Sitting there it wasn't a surprised that she herself was smoking something as well, although only her best friend cigarette to keep her company because weed seemed like a boring option. With a sigh she pushed herself onto her feet, her ears ringing from the music and went of to find something to drink. She walked inside from the back entrance, the cigarette still in her hand. As she took a long puff, Alex wondered if she'd see a familiar face hanging about otherwise skipping out on the party seemed like a good idea.

A soft tap on her shoulder brought her back out of her thoughts and she looked around to see a worker of hers, or rather Geo's smirking at her. She raised an eyebrow, scanning him and realized he was a newbie. Of course no one knew who the drug dealer was only a small amount of privileged and trusted workers she had accumulated from the past few years. He yelled something inaudible at her, probably either a pick up line or an insult and proceeded to come closer to her. Alex could tell by his diluted eyes that he had been smoking something and with the smell of alcohol coming from him, he obviously was drunk as well.

Alex rolled her eyes and walked away. She had to check out the newbies herself it seemed and test them out. Without realizing she had already made her way into the main area of the party where the music was louder than ever and people were dancing away their inhibitions. "Where is Ally I wonder... She muttered under her breath. The girl was probably the only reason why she even came, although rebelling against her parents seemed like a good enough reason in itself. Alex slipped out her phone from her back pocket and sent a quick text to her friend, Ally where are you, I'm ditching if I don't see you.






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Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins

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The music sucked, the company? Sub-par at best. What was one to do when stuck in such a position? They drank until the music started to sound better and people were suddenly more interesting to be around. That was exactly what Charlie was doing as he stared at the kitchen table, the true heart of any part, at the various bottles that had accumulated as people trickled in. He picked up each bottle, turning them around, reading the label and adding useful commentary to their choices such as, 'Gross. Seriously? Someone paid for this shit? The fuck is wrong with people?'

Of course, he would have brought his own, but shit happened when one was 'broke as shit'. It was far more convenient to 'share' other people's drinks. Going by what was on the table, Charlie was utterly terrified to look in the garage or the fridge, he could already picture the large stacks of shitty macro brews. Great for beer pong as when someone made it, it was a great feeling to know they had to drink that shitty... shit. Still, unless he suddenly developed a taste for vodka, or the other crappy liquor on the table, he was in trouble. Not quite ready to admit defeat, he pulled out his found and found Ally's number, 'Oui, you bringing something good to drink? They have jack shit here. Well... not really as there is a distinct lack of shitty Jack Daniels, but you get what I mean.'

Utterly defeated, Charlie left the kitchen for the living room damned determine to find something to occupy his mind until someone brought something worth getting wrecked on. From the corner of his eye, he spotted some, obviously, drunk guy walk in the back door, Charlie raised his hand and flagged him down, "Hey, Molly!" He yelled over the music, "Oui! Molly, don't you ignore me!... Oui!"

Molly was not his name, but last party, where that one guy done got murdered, Charlie had talked to his girlfriend while said guy was sitting on the stairs in his edgy silence. Seems he was on a new drug called 'Molly', as Charlie gave zero shits to his feelings, situation, or what his real name was, he started to call him 'Molly' every time he saw him. Apparently, only one of them found it funny.

Lowing his arm after muttering something about an 'asshat', his sharp green eyes roamed the crowd of 'dancers' when, really, it was just numerous people grinding on each other. The people that were dancing haphazardly, though, they were awesome, and he loved them as he was a proud member of the, 'Fuck It, We Can't Dance, But We Are Going To Anyways So Move That Table Before I Fall And Break Something,' group. Name was pending, of course, hard to fit that on a business card and the acronym? Forget about it.

He spotted Alexandria 'Totally A Bitch'.... with some sort of last name that he couldn't remember, standing apart from the crowd looking just as anti-social and edgy as she normally did. His eyes traced her body, especially her shirt which drew a small 'ha' from his lips. It was almost enough to make him feel underdressed with his plain grey T-Shirt, which he got from a supermarket because he wasn't going to pay more then five dollars for a shirt, and his cheap carpenter jeans. Waving his head side to side in though, he almost made his way over to pick a 'fight', but out of the corner of his eye, he caught on to a new arrival.

"Callum!" Charlie yelled once again, successfully pretending not to notice the dirty looks he got from people who actually liked the crap blaring obnoxiously loud out of the speakers. They liked the shitty music, so their opinions were void already. Pushing his way through the crowd, he fought his way closer to his friend, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, his savior had come, "Tell me you brought something to drink." He asked over the heads of a few people as he drew close enough to no longer need to scream.

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Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins

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Alissa had been the sober one surprisingly for a majority of the party. She was always watching. As much as she was into parties just this time felt weird. Someone died last time they pulled one of these. Shaking the thought out of her head, she was a designated driver this time around as Charlie had been her designated driver last time. She was driving away from where she picked up the alcohol from her boot when she got a text from, Alex. She looked at it as she came to the stop sign and she chuckled. "Give me 5 min k?" She sent back to the girl. The four way stop was clear and she continued on.

Upon pulling up she got out of the car and got Charlie's text about needing better alcohol or something and she chuckled. "Someone's addicted ;)." She replied back to Charlie. Knowing him he was likely in the kitchen. Ally had walked around the house, weaving in between the grinding people and eventually she came up to the kitchen and found Charlie. He was surrounded by Callum and Reagan. Ugh, what a bitch. She thought to herself rolling her eyes. "Here ya go Char." She said tossing him the brown bag filled with just what he had been asking for. "Text me when you're shit faced and need a ride home, okay?" She said and without him responding she left. Fuck Reagan was a life sucker. Alissa couldn't explain her hatred for the girl it was just there.

Coming back, she spotted the girl, who she had gotten to know all to well; Well her body figure. Alissa got into the beat of the music and came up behind Alexandria. She grinded up on the girl a bit and wrapped her arms around to cover the girls eyes. "Oh darn you can't see me, you going home now?" Ally teased whispering into Alex's ear.


(excuse my crappy first post, I am lacking sleep but I promise they will get better haha)

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Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins

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Alex spotted a few people she had seen around town, even some individuals who were somewhat familiar to her. There was a group made up with people including Charlie, the guy she loved to hate, Callum who she honestly didn't know all that well, only that his parents were crazy religious and Reagan, the girl who she didn't mind at all although her best friend Alissa could argue against that. She took another drag of her cigarette and proceeded to blow it lazily at people who thought it would be a great idea to try and socialize her. Mostly drunk boys who thought they had a chance of getting laid.

Her phone buzzing indicated that she had received a text, already guessing it was from Ally, she chose not to reply only because she assumed the girl had given her some time she'd be arriving. Finishing of her cigarette, she tossed it in the bin and grabbed another cup of alcohol, chugging it down in one gulp. "This taste awful," she cursed under her breath at the bad bitter taste in her mouth. Walking away from the alcohol seemed like the better option here because Alex would rather not get drunk on some nasty mix of drinks. But then again it was a house party, although you'd think that rich kids could afford to buy the expensive alcohol.

Before she knew she felt the warmth of someone else's body heat and a pair of arms wrapped around her eyes which enveloped her in darkness. It would be a total lie if the girl didn't know who it was. Hell she'd be probably the only person who'd would get this close to Alex without having to think about the consequences of getting beat up. With a sigh Alex shrugged her shoulder, smirking at Ally's tease.

"It depends on what you have in mind to liven this party up?" Alex pushed away Ally's hands from her eyes and turned around so she was facing her friend. She tilted her head, "I'm so bored honestly, the drinks aren't even worth it."She was going to go 'bump heads' with Charles, but with Reagan there she didn't know if Ally would particularly like it.




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Character Portrait: Abbie Stone Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Jason Reide Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins

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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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Character Portrait: Abbie Stone Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Callum Watson Character Portrait: Jason Reide Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins

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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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Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins

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Reagan cheered with delight when Alissa--gag--handed Charlie the rum. Following him to the kitchen, which was a lot harder than it should be, she leaned on the counter and waited for him to pour the drinks to everyone. She allowed herself one night every once in awhile to indulge, and tonight was one of those nights. She generally hated anything that would make her unsteady, since she valued her life and she wanted to live it in her parents honor, but with the stress of the murder being so high and always having to be on lockdown she felt it was in her right to get completely wasted and not have to feel bad about it.

"I for sure am," Reagan said, grabbing a plastic cup from Charlie's hand. She waited for him to pour and while she did she checked her phone. As expected, Sarah had sent her a couple messages with more warnings about being safe. She rolled her eyes and deleted them all, not caring one bit. She had finally talked them into letting her get an actual phone--a flip phone, but still--instead of the disposables that she had to switch out every week. It had taken her a couple months, but at last they deemed it safe enough. Besides, it had been getting harder and harder to hide the excess of disposables that were in her possession and having to explain why her number was always changing. There were only so many times you could cry water damage before people started to get suspicious.

She knocked back her drink, downing the whole glass, and raised her hand for more. "Damn, that burns! Sorry, I wanted to start the night off strong," she smiled guiltily, letting out a little laugh. She welcomed the buzz into her head and sighed. She was in no means a lightweight, but she did admit to being buzzed very quickly. Of course, downing a cup of rum and coke tended to do that, but who was really judging? They were all there to let loose and have a little fun. What was the big deal?

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Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn

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Alissa listened to the familiar voice of Alex. She had a smile on her face as she spoke so highly of the part and chuckled at some parts. "Well, most of these parties do such some major ass, I will admit that much." Alissa replied with a mock pondering look on her face. "You know, I have a chariot awaiting out front m'lady. We don't have to stay, we can go hit the town and have a rockin' time. We could even recruit more people and just look for some mailboxes or something to hit down." Ally suggested. Sure it was reckless and she was likely already on the radar for the murder, but Ally knew what she knew, and that was one, she didn't own a gun. Yes, she knew how to shoot one but she didn't own one, nor would she use it against someone else.

Remembering the night was like hell for a majority of it. Ally remembered when she saw the body being taken out on a stretcher. It had been so lifeless and white. It was difficult to believe that he had been alive moments before. It was odd how, Ally now took more to being sober rather than drowning her memories with the poison that was alcohol. Mostly because she knew, when the alcohol wore off the pain would still be there, and the dreams never stopped anyways.

Shaking back into place, she looked at Alex. "What do you say? Unless you want to stay here, then I'm sure we could find some place more private." She said whispering the last part in the girl's ear to the point it was almost a tickle.

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Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn

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Listening to; Some loud party music



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Alex rolled her eyes at Alissa but gave her a playful nudge. The thought of creating some chaos seemed like a particularly good idea regardless of how bad the timing was. The whole murder had caused the town to become too suspicious of each other, you couldn't even let your guard down around your own friends...not like that was an issue to Alexandria. She still remembers her own interview with the police as like many of her fellow peers that had also attended the party. She hardly bothered to pretend to be innocent or good because let's face it, being overly good in front of the police wasn't always helpful. Alex wondered whether her description even helped, she wasn't even around the main area when it all came down. Not surprisingly she was on the roof of the house party, in the middle of her 3rd cigarette and listening to her own playlist from her phone. She only realized something was wrong because of the commotion, and not the good kind that was brought about and the sounds of sirens also helped her assume something bad had happen.

Releasing a small sigh she brought herself back to reality and smiled towards Ally. "A chariot huh? I do like the sound of that," she grinned at the idea although grabbing a few people to join them would be a hard task for Alexandria. "Ally you do know how to make a girl swoon huh?" she winked playfully.

Her friend was deep in thought for only a few moments before suggesting something teasingly. Ally's breath tickled her ear and with a smirk Alex leaned in close enough to the girl for a hug. "Jeez Alissa, were you reading my mind or something?" Alex murmured into her ear and before leaning back, she tucked a piece of Ally's hair which had fallen onto her eyes behind her ear.

"I'd like to cause some trouble and hit the town, and I suppose that saying is somewhat relevant here; the more the merrier."




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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Reagan Hughes Character Portrait: Alexandria "Geo" Allen Character Portrait: Alissa Blackburn Character Portrait: Jason Reide Character Portrait: Charles Wilkins Character Portrait: Aidan Fletcher Character Portrait: Rosalyn NarvΓ‘ez Character Portrait: Tyler Brent Character Portrait: Terrian Mandalay

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