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Callum Watson

"Some secrets need to be told. And these are often the hardest to tell."

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

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"Some secrets need to be told. And these are often the hardest to tell."

The Kill | 30 Seconds To Mars || Take Me To Church | Hozier || Breathe Easy | There For Tomorrow





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Name:
Callum Watson

Nicknames:
Cal

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Closeted homosexual




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Secret:

Callum is gay. However, having been raised in quite a religious family that is notoriously homophobic, coming out isn't an option for him. He's scared of what his father will do and doesn't want to upset his mother, but at the same time, not being able to be who he is is starting to tear him apart.





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Likes
  • Rock music
  • Listening to his music loudly
  • Freedom
  • Tea
  • Mints
  • Driving
  • Salty things
  • Sour things
  • Coffee

Dislikes
  • Sour things
  • Cheap coffee
  • Feeling trapped
  • People crying in front of him
  • Church
  • People using religion to defend their ignorance
  • Homophobia
  • Hip-hop
  • Keeping secrets

Talents
  • Lying: God knows, he's told enough.
  • Intelligent: His good grades are part of the reason he remains in good favour with his parents.
  • Athletic: Being forced into sports as a kid worked out in his favour, really.


Weaknesses
  • Emotions: Callum sometimes struggles to express his own emotions and often cannot deal with other people expressing theirs.
  • Easily Stressed: Callum gets overwhelmed easily and ends up getting stressed.
  • Secretive: He doesn't particularly like sharing things about himself.

Fears
He's terrified of being outed without his permission- as bad as it would be coming out to his parents in person, he knows it would be much, much worse if they found out from anyone else.
He's also quite claustrophobic.






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Personality:

If you were to ask his peers which one of their classmates they most want to be like, more than a few would say Callum. He's intelligent without being nerdy, athletic without being a jerk, friendly without being sickening and, of course, attractive. It takes a lot to get Callum worked up- at least, visibly. He can be panicking on the inside and make it to the bathroom without anyone noticing how he was feeling, have a mini breakdown in the bathroom, then go back without anyone able to guess what happened. He keeps up this cool facade, knowing that people think he can't possibly have any problems. He's invited to just about every party that happens and attends most of them, relishing in the freedom it brings. He'd rather do that than face and possibly have to deal with his problems.

However, beneath this, he's not as cool as he seems. The constant anxiety of having his parents find out about his sexuality has left him anxious about just about everything. A test that he should be able to ace without any study has him panicking and pouring over his books for hours, terrified of failure. He has been known to have panic attacks before big baseball games or races. He can't handle these emotions and they just make him feel worse about himself, trapping him in a vicious loop. He knows that he needs to tell someone, but the thought of that makes him panicky again and he can't. He knows that his friends would support him but he just can't.


History:

Growing up, the Watson family was a good, Catholic family. They went to church every Sunday and said grace over their meals. Arthur Watson, Callum's father, had a nasty temper, and while he never laid a finger on his wife or son, he often got into bar fights or just fights. Mary, his wife, had to patch him up in case the hospital suspected anything. In a steadily increasingly liberal world, discussions about LGBT rights often came up in conversation. His father, rather angrily, would express exactly what he thought, while his mother would give her views as well. When Callum had his first crush on a boy at the age of eleven, it felt like his world was crashing around his shoulders. He thought that he was imagining it, but as he grew older and only ever had crushes on guys, he became terrified.

When Arthur found out that one of Callum's friends was bisexual, he went on a rant and told Mary what he'd do if his son was gay. He didn't know, but Callum overheard this. It confirmed to Callum that he couldn't come out while he was still living with his parents. It was after that that Callum's problems with anxiety started. They were mild at first, but steadily got worse the less he spoke about his various problems.






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Other:
He's currently crushing on one of his friends, which is complicating the whole matter even further.

Face Claim:
Aaron Johnson

Hexcode:
#064700

So begins...

Callum Watson'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: Terrian Mandalay Character Portrait: Callum Watson 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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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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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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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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Reagan sat outside the party house with her U.S. Marshal aunt and wishing more than anything that she could be inside having a good time. Nights like these were the ones she cherished because it meant that even for a couple hours she could be a normal teenager again. Usually she wouldn't need to be dropped off by her warden family, but with the recent murder and all of the press drawn to it, the Marshals Hughes family was on high alert. God forbid her picture be in the newspaper and the copycat killer hunt her down again. In all honesty, Reagan thought it was stupid. She was in the middle of nowhere without any contact to her friends or remaining family members. No one could find her.

"Listen to me, Alarra," her warden, Sarah, said. At the sound of her real name Reagan's head snapped over to her. She hadn't been called that in months. It was part of her conditioning to have the Marshals family call her Reagan, so as to get her better accustomed to being that person. Obviously, whatever Sarah was about to say was pretty important. "If there is any sign of trouble, I need you to call me. Under no circumstances can you risk your safety. Make sure you stay out of all pictures, and..." as Sarah drifted into the usual cautions, Reagan drifted off. She'd heard it all before and didn't understand why they felt the need to tell her every time she left the house. "Did you hear me?" Sarah asked, and Reagan nodded, giving her a pleasant smile. "Good," she unlocked the door and Reagan got out, "call me when you're ready to leave. Don't get a ride, one of us will pick you up," she said, speaking of her other two jailers uncles, William and Cole. Reagan nodded, turning away and finally entering in to the screaming blockade of teenagers.

Looking around, she spotted the usual party-goers, whether it be people she hated or had no problem with, and also her good friend, Charlie. "Charlie!" She tried to call out over the noise, but it was no use. Sighing, she made her way over, pushing past various people who either were grinding or doing some form of illegal substance. "There you are," she said, nodding at Callum who was with him. Turning to Charlie, she sighed, "you wouldn't believe how badly I need alcohol right now."

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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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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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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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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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30 minutes earlier than the present moment Rosalyn had sat in the luscious guest bathroom of the Blackburn family. She was pressing her hair into curls, silently wishing to curl up with a book on the bed or draw herself a bath with one of the colorful bath bombs that's had been left out for her. However, she had a party to attend, one that sounded very similar than the last, 2 weeks ago. It might not have been such a big deal to go out tonight but last time it had happened someone had died. And though she had pictured American parties many ways, death had never been a thought. What kind of people throw a party after a serious tragedy? Plain idiots... Rosalyn had finished her hair, makeup, and shimmied herself into a tight black dress before heading out the door.

Now, Rosalyn steps threw the open door of the party. Her heels elevate her an inch of the ground and she clutches a silver purse close to her body. Scanning the many faces she searches for Reagan, who had been the one to mention the party earlier that week. She slips through the crowd, leaving a trail of pardon mes, and excuse mes as she goes. Music blasting, the smell of alcohol lingering through the air. Rosalyn steps into the kitchen, finding Reagan, along with her friends standing around drinking. The kitchen, Rosalyn had learned from last time, was the least busy area of the party, apart from the upstairs bedrooms. As she walks in Rose spots Alissa Blackburn, one of the 3 girls from the host family she currently resides with. Alissa is out of the room though just as she steps in, and Rose doubts the girl noticed her presents.

"Reagan, Hi!" She begins stepping into the room a bit more. "Sorry, I'm late. I couldn't catch a ride." Her accent is thick, perhaps thicker than normal as it tends to do when she is nervous. She smiles to the other guys in the room. Been here two weeks and still can't remember names properly, shame on you Rose...

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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.