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Charles Wilkins

"Ever wake up and have the first thought to cross your mind be just how fucking badly you just done goofed?"

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

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"It feels like the world woke up one morning and was like, 'You know what? Fuck this guy.'"

I Miss the Misery | Halestorm || We Didn't Start the Fire | Billy Joel || Dancing With Myself | Billy Idol






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Name:
Charles Theodore Wilkins

Nicknames:
Charlie, Char-Lee (when people want to annoy him)

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual





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Secret:

Done Knocked a Girl Up

As it implies, thanks to a faulty condom, a lapse of birth control, divine providence, or whatever one desires to call it, a one night stand has had far more complications then Charlie was prepared for. He hasn't told anyone, and to his knowledge, neither has she. He isn't sure what he is going to do, how he is going to handle it, or when he is going to tell anyone, and that goes double for his knowledge on what she wants to do including if she is even willing to have the baby or not.





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Likes

▲ Family ▲ Conversations ▲ Swimming ▲ Meat ▲ Fishing ▲ Co-Piloting, "I don't care where we go as long as I got shotgun." ▲ Singing, "Which I am terrible at." ▲ Dancing, "Personally, I would call it 'flailing wildly' but, you know, licensing issues." ▲ Animals ▲ Hunting ▲ Barbecues ▲ Hats ▲ Beards, "You know what I am talking about, when you are walking through the store and see that guy with the king of all beards? It just stuns you with its magnificence." ▲ Laughing ▲ Talking ▲ The Cold ▲ Pajama Pants ▲ Music, "So long as I am not being screamed at, listening to what sounds like an old scratched up CD, or rapped at, we are good. Also, if it is Reggie, I may just break something. Hate that shit." ▲ Cartoons ▲ Rom Coms ▲ Reading ▲ Video Games ▲ Fruit, "Tomatoes don't count. Fuck those guys." ▲ Kids ▲ Cooking, "Because I like to eat." ▲ Football ▲ History/Literature ▲ Drinking/Jim and Coke/Dr.Kraken ▲ Beer Pong ▲ Bitching, "I love to bitch just to bitch sometimes." ▲ Newspapers ▲ Percolator Coffee ▲ Greek Cosine ▲ Arguing ▲ Flirting, "I have zero interesting in you, I flirt on reflex."

Dislikes

▼ Drugs, "That is a big negatory, Ghost Rider." ▼ Snapping Fingers ▼ High Pitched Noises ▼ Silence ▼ Human Anatomy ▼ Driving ▼ Ladders ▼ Horses, "You see a majestic stallion riding across the open field with a hot guy on the back, I see piles of shit that is going to need to be scooped up." ▼ Gorillas ▼ Being Volunteered ▼ Birthday Parties ▼ Decorating ▼ Cleaning, "So I just don't make messes. Genius, right?" ▼ Shaving ▼ Cheaters, "Hey, if you can't pass a test on your own, then you sure as fuck deserve to fail on your own. You can't stay loyal to your girl/guy? Fucking dump him/her and move on. Have some damn self-respect." ▼ Pity ▼ Crying ▼ Failure ▼ Gardening ▼ Noodles/Pasta ▼ Heat/Sudden Temperature Changes ▼ Starbucks ▼ Ice In His Drinks ▼ Coffee Sweetener ▼ Attempts to Force Him, "If I don't want to do something, I am not doing it. Period." ▼ Cowards ▼ Liars

Talents

Sharp Wit > Charlie has an incredibly sharp wit able to come up with insults, jokes and comebacks on reflex. Making him an extremely fun person to talk to, an extremely frustrating person when angry, and a bitch of a person to go up against in a verbal spar.

Intelligent > He is very quick, able to pick up subjects, ace test and pass classes with minimal effort, but this intelligence is also the main cause of his academic apathy. Because it is so easy for him to pass test while paying minimal attention, he doesn't bother with homework or studying making him a C student that passes purely on in-class assignments and test. Charlie has the frustrating ability, or, well, he claims it is, to remember every scrap of useless information passed before him, but expect him to remember someone's name? Not a chance. This is best shown in his ACT score which was a 29 despite never studying for the thing. The best way to sum up his intelligence quandary is by his own saying, "When you can do anything, you don't want to do anything."

Athletic > Raised in a large, and rather poor family, Charlie was an outdoors kid. He didn't get his hands on video games until he was already fifteen. Most of his life has been spent outside with his siblings playing in the dirt, going to the park and all the exercise that comes with it. While he is quite good at sports, he only plays football, not because he doesn't like other sports, but because his family can't afford to pay for any other sport. It is a challenge to afford football season much less another sport.

Chugging > No one can slam drinks like Charlie. Be it alcoholic or not, Charlie can down a bottle of the desired liquid in a second.

Filing Cabinet > Something an ex-girlfriend once said he was. Charlie has the unique gift of being able to process his emotions incredibly quickly. "You open the file, read the emotion, accept it, and file it away never to be looked at again," which has led people to believe, quite correctly, that he is self-centered and uncaring with other people's feelings. Most things don't phase him, but sometimes, the file cabinet shatters, often caused by a single action skipping his fuse and going straight for the powder keg. When this happens, his emotions are extraordinarily raw and powerful, and he never understands how to really deal with them making him lash out at nearby people on these rare occasions, and he will be 'sour' about it for months on end, but such events are extraordinarily rare.

Weaknesses

Oblivious > Charlie is a fairly oblivious person when it comes to the feelings of others. A large portion of it comes from the simple fact that he doesn't care, and on the occasions that he does care about the person, he is so used to not paying attention that he will miss them. He will constantly trample over the emotional and physical boundaries of others, 'falcon punch' their sore spots and cripple their feelings or self-confidence without ever noticing. If they lash out at him, or grow angry at him, he will almost always assume something is wrong with them and not something he said.

Self-Centered > Incredibly self-centered, he cares more about himself and his own desires then he does about others. There are, of course, rare exceptions to this such as the members of his family he loves most, but even then, there is still a level of selfish in that as well. Charlie is concerned with his own interest, amusement, feelings and desires before he is of others. He is not purposely cruel, nor does he go out of the way to smash people in his way, but he tends to never give a second thought to their personal desires or feelings. Which gives him a very strong sense of shallowness as while he is fun to be around, he never desires for anything deeper as he is there for his own amusement and nothing else. Their own happiness is their problem after all, right?

Emotionally Awkward > Due to having little experience with his own emotions and being as self-centered as he is, Charlie is extremely awkward with the feelings of others. He is one of the worst people to run crying to as most of the time he won't care enough to help and so will hang up, walk away, or try to change the subject to something he wants to talk about, if they persist, he will offer a brunt, harsh comment on how they need to, "Reach into their big boy pants, find their balls and deal with their own shit." If he does care enough to try, he has no idea what to do, and when confronted with something he doesn't know how to deal with he either gets angry, makes jokes or retreats. The fact he couldn't help them will eat away and frustrate him making more problems.

Proud > Raised in a family with strong traditional ties, Charlie is a very proud guy. This is not to say he is sensitive to insults or slights because he doesn't mind those in the least and a part of him even enjoys a good 'verbal spar' tat said, if someone were to insult him by talking behind his back, or as one guy did, texting him thinking he didn't know their number; he will fly into a rage at their cowardice for not having the balls to say it to his face which is a slight to his pride and dignity. Extremely stubborn, he is unable to admit his own mistakes out loud or apologize for them and this has destroyed relationships and friendships in the past. This intense stubborn nature is also internal as he will never ask for help from anyone, content to sit down even as his own life crumbles around him as that is preferable then reaching out to lean on someone because if he were to ever do that, he isn't sure he could ever stand up on his own again.

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Fears

Gorillas/Clowns: Simple childish fears that stretches to the rest of the ape and orangutan family as well. These arose from watching movies that he should not have been watching as a kid (Congo, IT, Poltergeist, etc).

Not Being Wanted: A feeling that grew from being in such a large family as well as watching his mother's numerous marriages collapse. He fears he wouldn't be wanted once the initial rush of feelings and lust dies out, past his jokes and smiles, to what little is left inside of him. More then not being wanted is the idea that someone will want someone else even more then him and it drives secret insecurities and fuels an intense jealous streak in him. The idea of being cheated on, of someone else being better then him... at not being good enough is the core reason he sabotages his own relationships after a few months. Better to destroy it before it gets serious, then get serious and then be cast aside later.

Lack of Empathy: When he stops to think about it, which is rare, his own lack of empathy and sympathy scare him. Is he a monster? Some kind of sociopath? He never noticed it or cared about it before, not until his great grandfather passed away to suicide a year back. At his funeral, he was numb and void to feeling, and his brother looked at him and said, "I don't know how you aren't crying," as he dabbed at his eyes with a damp tissue, and in truth, Charlie didn't know either. He thought he loved him, he was sure of it, but he felt nothing at his passing. To this day, he hasn't cried... hasn't felt that soul crushing sadness that is described in literature, just a numbing cold.

Being a Bad Father: Charlie always used to joke that he would make a crappy father but an awesome grandfather and wished he could just skip that step and go straight to his golden years. But now, he is faced with the very real odds that he could be just as bad a father as his own step-dads, or just as violent as he was to his own siblings when he was younger. A part of him doesn't even know if he wants the child to be born, a small, dark part of his soul whispers about abortion, of making the problem disappear like it never happened, but he wouldn't, couldn't, support that. He isn't ready to be a dad, he doesn't know how he can do it, doesn't want to end up a failure like the rest of his family who all had kids before graduating... Charlie doesn't know what to do, but he does know that he doesn't want to be his father.






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Personality:

Egocentric | Stubborn | Abrasive | Witty | Independent | Ethical

Charlie is a very egocentric person, his own interest always come first in his mind. When he does do things for others, it is generally because he wants something or without thought. He does what amuses him, when it amuses him, and if it doesn't amuse whoever he is with they can simply leave. It is not that he purposely ignores the feelings and desires of others, it is simply that he doesn't think of them at all. He may dwell on their reactions or words later, but on the heat of the moment, all his attention is concentrated inwards. The reason he speaks to people? Because he is bored and wants to do something. If he and friends go to the movies, and they all want to see one movie while he wants to see another? He will ditch the group and go see the movie he wants, fully expecting them to wait for his movie should it be longer then theirs. Self-centered, self-absorbed, whatever one wishes to call it, Charlie tends to be out for himself, not out of malice but instinct.

Which is egocentric nature comes the necessary bull-headed stubbornness that follows. Like a dog with a bone, he is not one that is easily dissuaded from something he wants to do or from a chosen course of action which can be an extreme annoyance for his fellows. If he finds someone 'amusing' or 'interesting', he will hound them whether they like him or not. When he gets into arguments, he will not back down from it and even enjoys butting heads with people over menial and inconsequential matters. When one gets him into such stubborn moods, the best course of action is to leave or try and compromise, and Charlie will never be the first to offer a compromise as he enjoys a good 'spat' too much to end it 'reasonably'.

One can imagine that, under the wrong light or situation, Charlie could be incredibly frustrating, and they would be correct. He can have a very abrasive attitude because he never hides his opinion on things or people, will be upfront on most subjects and can be annoyingly direct and blunt at times. The feelings others have on what he says never crosses his mind, and he tends not to notice when his words bite or hurt someone's feelings, even more then that, should he notice or they say something, there is a very good chance that he simply won't care. Writing it off as them being oversensitive and needing to 'grow a pair'. Being raised in such a large family, he has very.. colorful language, but should it not hurt their feelings, he can be quite funny. Charlie is incredibly witty able to pull jokes from thin air based on their surroundings, people, himself, or whatever is at hand. His wit is, easily, the only reason people talk to him. He is able to pull laughs, keep conversations burning far longer then others and is a master at 'breaking the ice' with people and has no qualms with talking to people he has never seen or spoken to before.

Despite his love of conversations, Charlie is an incredibly independent person. Just because he likes to be by people certainly doesn't mean he needs them. To him, sitting down and talking to someone is just as fun as taking a long nap or reading a book on the couch. This is also what helps him ignore the pain of others and 'do his own thing', because fundamentally, he doesn't believe he needs any 'close' friends, and if they don't want to be his friends 'Fuck 'em'. He does love his family and is close to them, but the independent spirit burns strong in his soul, and he tends to panic and sabotage any relationships that threaten that independence.

Despite his blunt and, seemingly, harsh nature, Charlie is an incredibly ethical person with a very strong moral compass. Having had a very ethical grandfather.. father figure, he has a developed a strong sense of what is 'right' and what is 'wrong'. He has no qualms with telling people when they are wrong, and does not compromise on his own personal beliefs for things like 'peer pressure'. Stealing, is wrong. Dealing drugs, is wrong. Hitting women, is wrong (while he does support the spirit of feminism, he isn't going to compromise his own beliefs because of it). This strong ethical nature is what is pushing him towards a career as a cop, specifically, a detective, something his grandfather always tells him he will excel at due to his sharp mind.


History:

Born to a teenage mother, Charlie was born into the world of poverty. For most of his life, he lived in rundown apartments, town homes, and the like due to his mother being a highschool dropout and having destroyed her ankle and having numerous metal rods inserted making her, essentially, impossible for anyone to want to hire. Most of his mother's income comes from child-support from her numerous children from different men. For the majority of his life, they got by on 17k a year, and Charlie knows what it is like to live off Ramen, Mac n' Cheese and hotdogs. His extended family, while close, are no better. His family history is littered with teenage pregnancy, early marriages, college/highschool dropouts, and what not. It is telling that the richest person in their family is a construction foreman.

This upbringing has had its downfalls, abusive stepfathers, to himself or his siblings, the social stigma that comes with having second hand clothing and supplies being some of them, but it has its strength such as his strong family bonds and traditions which have helped him become the person he is today, for better or ill. Charlie, of course, was determined to break the family stigma that was getting pregnant/knocking someone up in highschool then either dropping out or joining the military, he was going to become the first member of his family to graduate college and go from 'lower class' to just... 'mediocre', but it looks like he has already 'done fucked that up' by knocking someone up. The idea that he is going to become like just the rest of the family, which he still loves, terrifies him. He doesn't want that, he doesn't want to be like his mom struggling to survive just to supply the next generation of 'failures'. He is determined to be something more, he doesn't want to be rich, just content and proud of his life, but it looks more impossible with every passing day and with the murdered guy and police snooping around? It is looking hopeless.






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Other:
Massive Immediate Family

Intends to go to college for criminal justice and criminology.

Face Claim:
Darren Criss (To be honest, I have not the faintest of clues who this even is. I have never been good at remembering celebrities.)

Hexcode:
336600

So begins...

Charles Wilkins's Story

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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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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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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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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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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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Charlie started to feel like a glorified bartenders, only he wasn't getting paid. Every time he poured a drink, it seemed to vanish before his eyes, each time, the glass bottle in his hand got lighter and lighter. He was impressed with how fast Rea drank hers though, she was almost as good as him! Almost. Pouring a drink for Jason, the newest in the high demand for goold ol' fashioned Charlie Slave Labor, or the CSL, for short, he eyed a new arrival in a dress. First a blue dress now a black dress? Perhaps this party was meant to be more formal then he thought? Not that it mattered he didn't have anything besides t-shirts and jeans... well, no, he had that one pair of shorts he never wore.

Topping off Jason's drink, he pushed it over to the guy, "There you go," and went back to making, yet another, drink. Covering the liquid with cola, he stirred it with a butter knife and tapped it against the side of the cup to clear off any drops before pushing the new drink to the new arrival in the black dress, "Here you go girl number 2," he said as he started to work on yet another drink. He was sure she had a name, and he was betting it was a very lovely name, but for the life of him, he had no idea what it was.

Stirring it with the butter knife, he scooped up the cup and declared for the group in the kitchen, "This one is mine, so back you savages!" he declared eyeing them as if they were thieves and brigands trying to keep the cruel CSL going. Looking at the glass bottle he set on the counter, the dark liquid at barely a third brought a small sigh from his lips. Hopefully, there was enough to kill his taste buds, so he could drink the shitty shit the other people brought without wanting to tear out his tongue.

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Reagan grimaced when Jason entered the room and made it seem like he was staying awhile. Way to ruin a girls night... she thought as she continued to drink more of her rum and coke. Well, mostly rum. She knew Charlie never skimped on the alcohol, and tonight she was glad of it. Callum commented on her phone and she sneered at him, "Haha, very funny," she said. And she really didn't have an excuse. What was she gonna say? 'Oh, yeah, Callum, the reason I have a flip phone is because there's a psychotic serial killer--sort of--out to get me and this is the best I could get'? Yeah, right. That'd go over well, she thought. She took a very large sip, finishing off her second glass. She was well on her way to being shit-faced.

She pulled the rum away from Charlie and was about to pour more when Rosalyn stepped into the room. "Hey, don't you look fancy," she said a bit over-enthused as she did when she got more than a little buzzed. Maybe if she was in a better mind she would have put on a dress. Maybe. Thinking about it made Reagan laugh to herself because the only dress she owned had been meant for her parents funeral that she never attended. Whoops, sorry Mom, she thought.

Looking down, she realized that she had never finished pouring herself the drink. Sighing, she poured a lot of rum and added the tiniest bit of coke. "Perfect," she said with a grin.

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Jason grinned, picking up the drink poured for him and nodding at Charlie in what he supposed could be a 'thank you'. He took a sip and realized that it wasted horrible- so naturally he downed the whole thing in the next gulp. He noticed another girl arrive who he didn't know, but felt like she seemed familiar. She had a nice accent though. Charlie was already pouring a new glass, and Jason had every intention to take it, but before he could Charlie snatched it up and told everyone to back off. Jason's previous grin widened.

"Aw, but sharin' is carin', Charlie," he told him, but even as he said it he was reaching for the bottle and coke to pour his drink himself. He didn't need to be waited on, but Charlie as a bartender was more fun than pouring his own drinks. For him, anyways.

Jason vaguely noted that Reagan didn't look happy to have him there, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. She didn't own the world, and as long as that was true he could do whatever he wanted. He noticed that Reagan had called the new girl Rosalyn though. Jason made a mental note of the girls name before going back to his drink. He peeked outside the kitchen briefly to see Abbie talking to some girl, who again, he didn't know. How many people did he not know? Either way, Abbie seemed happy to see her, so Jason decided it was safe to stay near the alcohol a bit longer. At least until the music playing started to sound a little bit good. Turning back to the group gathered in the kitchen, Jason smiled at the new girl and gave a half wave as his way of saying, 'hi there'.

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