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Reagan Hughes

"My name is Reagan. I lived in Chicago. My name is Reagan. I lived in Chicago. My name is Reagan..."

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a character in “Fresh Poison”, originally authored by AngelSpirit, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:
Original - Alarra Knox
Current - Reagan Hughes

Nicknames:
Rea

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual




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Secret:
In the Witness Protection Program


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Likes
Candy // "I have a MAJOR sweet tooth."
Life \\ "Lately I've realized just how short it is."
Adrenaline // "I sit on windowsills while driving, it just makes me feel so alive."
Jewelry \\ "The amount of rings and bracelets I own..."
Cats // "They are so cute and fun to play with."
Dogs \\ "I don't discriminate."
Books \\ "I always fall asleep during movies but gimme a good book and I'll be up for days!"

Dislikes
Spiders \\ "No thank you!"
Heart // "Yeah, trust issues."
Dark // "Childish, I know."
Cramps \\ "Thank you, Mother Nature."
Panties // "Doesn't that word just sound weird coming out of your mouth?"
Chickens \\ "Stupid little creatures."
Pain // "It's weird, 'cause I like getting piercings and everything but a little scrape? I freak out."

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Talents
// Disappearance \\ "I'm gone before you even know I was there."
\\ Singing // "I used to perform a lot, but the Marshals say that'll draw too much attention, now."
// Writing \\ "Yeah, I've got a lot of stories to tell."

Weaknesses
\\ Death // "Big sore spot for me. Not a fan."
// Power \\ "I mean, political power. We have cliques, any school does, and the strength these bitches have freaks me out. It's like hardcore Regina George."
\\ Trust // "I'll admit, I have a hard time with it."

Fears
// Reveal \\ "Not only will it be dark, it could endanger a lot of people's safety."
\\ Slip-up // "It's hard to keep straight my new story and the old one. If I say something wrong, it could get ugly."

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Personality
{ "I have to describe myself? Oh boy." }
Reagan is a very multi-faceted human being. She's sweet and kind when she wants to be, and she's tough when she needs to be. She doesn't let anybody push her around, but she can be very insecure at times. She has almost no faith in her friendships, so if you joke with her about not being her friend anymore she's most likely going to take it seriously and be very hurt. She puts up a good front, but her anxiety usually gets the best of her. She's constantly thinking about what the right thing is to do or say, and after a moment is passed she'll think about it for days and whether she could have done something differently or whether the person is still thinking about it. She knows this is irrational and that the little things she does probably doesn't mean anything to you, but she's up all night thinking about it anyway.

Reagan loves to love. If she lets you in to her heart, it's a great honor. She cares so ferociously and so purely that it often knocks you off your feet. She's always there for you when you need it and never says no if you ask something of her. She's often driven for hours on end just because a friend called her and said they were having a hard time. If you ask something of her, she'll do it no problem. This sometimes gets her into trouble in relationships because her boyfriend will either get freaked out by how much she cares about him or he won't reciprocate it. She tries to convince herself that he wasn't worth it but it's even harder for her to let go of emotional attachments. Something about her being a Scorpio? Regardless, she tends to be a little clingy and doesn't know what to do if she loses someone. However, you won't know this side of her unless you're really observant, because she keeps it way hidden. She thinks it's crazy and would never want to burden anyone with it, so she locks it down.

Reagan is very witty. She comes up with the best comebacks and she knows the funniest jokes. It's pretty hard not to laugh when she says something. She doesn't really have a filter when she talks, which definitely plays a hand in it, so you rarely have her hiding something little from you. She keeps a lot of big secrets, but never any little ones. It's kind of a side effect of claircognizance. She knows everything about you (if she chooses to) so she can't really keep anything in. She's great at keeping other people's secrets (she kind of has to) but her own? Screw that. You never really know if she's being serious though because she always finishes it with a joke or a funny line.

Reagan is such a hopeless romantic, tying in to her ferocious love trait. She's a sucker for romantic movie moments and wants a boyfriend that'll sweep her off her feet. She loves getting flowers and cards, and you can never say you love her enough, she'll always enjoy it. She loves when a guy holds her hand and kisses her in public, because it means he likes her enough to show her off. She never says no to a date and even though, for some reason, guys find this hard to believe, she's totally cool with just chilling and watching netflix if her boyfriend is super tired. She just loves to be around you, in your space. If you don't wanna talk, she's fine with it. People underestimate really how "go with flow" she is.




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History
{ "Don't you have anything better to do than delve into my personal life?" }
Reagan (or shall we say, Alarra) grew up in a pretty decent middle-class neighborhood, where people focused a lot more on family and community than they did on their jobs. Most parents worked a classic 9-5, and some left the kids with nannies after school. Alarra was on the same block as most of her friends, so she was able to play with them and walk home from school with them often. Nothing bad ever really happened there. If someone said "crime" people assumed the worst was ding dong ditching.

At least, until Alarra turned twelve.

Then the real crime started. Her father was a criminal prosecutor after all, and sometimes the people he put away found ways to haunt him even after they were behind bars. She didn't know much, he never really liked to share his work with the family, but as the hate mail and threat letters continued to arrive, Alarra couldn't help but wonder just what her father had gotten into. Turns out he had just finished prosecuting a serial killer that the people called, "The Red Scarf Killer." The Red Scarf Killer--as you can probably imagine--killed his victims and left them out in the open with a red scarf tied around their necks. He left them naked, exposed, but he didn't rape or otherwise sexually assault them. He didn't hunt only women, in fact he mixed it up quite liberally, which is why it made it so difficult to catch him in the first place. The FBI could never really identify a pattern, except in age.

Regardless, in spite of the sheer horror of the murders, The Red Scarf Killer had fans. These fans terrorized the Knox home relentlessly, so much that they moved four times in one year. However, this didn't stop anything. It only made the terrorism more violent. Dead animals were left with red scarves tied around their necks on the Knox porch, photos of them had been edited to display the family dead with red scarves tied around them. This went on for three years. By the time Alarra was fifteen, she had moved more times than she could count, and had witnessed her home and family being terribly harassed a million times. While all of this was going on, The Red Scarf Killer was training a copycat--someone who would go out into the world and finish where he left off, starting with the Knox family. It was only a matter of time before Alarra and her family faced the most gruesome of circumstances. The Red Scarf Killer copycat was out, and he was out for their blood.

It was a Saturday, she was sixteen, and she was at the Farmer's Market with the one friend she had managed to make in the month that they had been in Atlanta. She had no idea that back at home, the copycat had her family held hostage, and was killing them as she shopped around for produce and listened to music. While she laughed with her friend, her family was being murdered. When she went back home, all she saw was their naked bodies, wrapped from head to toe in a dozen red scarves.

It was that very day that she was ushered into Witness Protection. The FBI knew that she was the only left that the copycat needed to finish his master's work. She was the missing piece of the Red Scarf Killer's puzzle. She didn't say goodbye to anyone, she didn't go to her family's funeral, she went into hiding. She became Reagan Hughes of Mountain Brook, and the Marshal assigned to her case was posing as her aunt. Reagan was forced to shove everything down into a tiny black box inside her heart, and make it look to everyone that she hadn't lost anything. That she hadn't lost the most important part of her life.

Her family.



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So begins...

Reagan Hughes'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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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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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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