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Caleb Goodson

"I'll let my guard done when people stop giving me reasons to keep it up."

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a character in “Mist and Bone”, as played by TheNewb08

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Caleb Goodson
The Kanima



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N A M E
Caleb James Goodson

N I C K N A M E (S)
Caleb usually prefers people to use his name. His name is simple enough so he feels he doesn't need a nickname. He allows simple nicknames like Cale or Cal, but only to those he's close friends with.

B I R T H D A Y/ A G E
October 30, 2000 (17)

Z O D I A C

Scorpio

G E N D E R
Cisgender Male

S E X U A L I T Y
Heteroflexible | Biromantic

E T H N I C I T Y
African American

S P E C I E S
Kanima

H O M E T O W N
Beacon Hills

Y E A R
Junior

O C C U P A T I O N
Student/Photographer

H E X
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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HUMOROUS✦ PERFECTIONIST ✧ SELF-OBSESSED ✦ MAGNETIC ✧ BOLD
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{ L I K E S }
β—† Lacrosse β—† β—† Photography β—† β—† Jokes β—† β—† Steak β—† β—† Friends β—† β—† Parties β—† β—† Being the center of attention β—† β—† Motorcycles β—† β—† Cloudy weather β—† β—† Family β—† β—† Energy Drinks β—† β—† Puzzles β—† β—† Full Moon β—†

{ D I S L I K E S }
β—† Pretending β—† β—† Fast Food β—† β—† Failure β—† β—† Losing β—† β—† Apples β—† β—† Keeping Secrets β—† β—† Rejection β—† β—† Cheap Beer β—† β—† Rain β—† β—† Lying β—† β—† Dogs β—†



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Joshua Daniel Goodson {Adoptive Father}
Caleb, along with his brother, were adopted by Joshua and his wife for most of their lives. He works as a doctor at the Beacon Hills Hospital. He works primarily as a coroner, but does work for the hospital doing heart surgery. Caleb and his adopted father have a positive relationship. His father was on the lacrosse team as well so the two will sometimes spend their weekends playing a friendly game. His father doesn't know that Caleb is a kanima or anything about the supernatural. He worries when Caleb disappears on late nights and there seems to be some tension over Caleb's secret.
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Holly Miranda Goodson{Adoptive Mother}
Holly Goodson is Caleb's adopted mother. She is currently in the air force as pilot. Caleb and his mother are quite close, but not as close as Caleb and his father. Like his father, she is not aware of his supernatural status. His mother is currently stationed overseas and it is unknown when she will be back. Caleb misses her terribly.
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Cole Samson Goodson {Brother}

Cole is Caleb's older brother. The two have been close ever since birth especially after being separated in foster care. Many people say the two brothers could pass as twins. Cole is a deputy for the Beacon Hills Police. He usually stays in the office, but the recent murders have let him do more field work. Cole does not know about Caleb being a kanima, but he has noticed his brother's peculiar new abilities. Cole stills lives at home with his brother and parents.

So begins...

Caleb Goodson's Story

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xxxx "And now if we turn our attention to the third stage of Mitosis, we can see that-" Sixty-Five year old Robert Henry, or as he was known Mr. Henry, stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence giving a side glance to the fiery red head waving her hand in the third desk. Clearly disgruntled he nodded in her direction, "Yes, Ms. Waters?". With a broad and understanding smile she gestured to the clock. "Its 2:00. The assembly? You told me to remind you...". The old man was consistently forgetting things and had enlisted Anne to help him remember. Before her, he had a system of sticky notes and alarms, but that method was quite unsuccessful. "Oh! That's right, thank you Anne. Alright, please file in an orderly fashion to the auditorium, from there you are dismissed from school" It didn't take much to get Anne's biology class moving, especially at the sound of 'dismissed'. She grabbed her things slowly, wanting to avoid the rush of bodies as she slung her bag over her shoulder giving Mr. Henry a friendly wave, "See you tomorrow" before walking out of the class and towards the auditorium.

xxxxBiology wasn't her least favorite class, but she always felt a tad bit lonely. None of her friends had taken the course so she was stuck with a bunch of kids who really didn't care much about her presence. The hallways were quite flooded from the dismissal for the assembly and her eyes drifted through the crowds looking for anyone to talk too. She found Caleb, but he seemed quite engaged in an obvious 'lacrosse talk' with one of the other players on the team, and she knew better than to intrude. However, she did listen in on the various gossip that drifted through the sea of high school students, 'what do you think this is about' ... 'I heard they couldn't even find the other half of him' ... 'you don't think they'll implement another curfew'. Anne couldn't help be curious as well. The entire town of Beacon Hills couldn't stop talking about the recent string of murders. It had started out with Georgie Hendricks, a junior and cheerleader at the high school, then Marie Vincent, the quiet owner of the floral shop downtown. Supposedly, last night the Sherriff's department had uncovered the body of Adam Tate, a senior and one of the best lacrosse players Beacon Hills had. JoAnne hadn't known any of the victims too well, but the conclusion of 'animal attack' just didn't settle with her. She didn't have, 'Druid senses' like Spider-Man but any 'animal attack' in Beacon Hills was never really just an 'animal attack'.

xxxxAs she shuffled her way into the auditorium she found a seat in the middle of the bleachers setting her backpack next to her, saving a spot for Wim. She was surprised she hadn't seen her best friend yet, he was quite easy to pick out from a crowd. His height, and blonde hair made him stick out like a sore thumb. She pulled out her phone anyway to shoot some of the others a text.

To Isaac:

I saved you a seat dork, you better hurry or I'm giving it up. :,) Middle Left Section.

To Joanie & Christa:

I'm in the middle left section if you can find me !


xxxxShe contemplated texting Caleb, but decided against it. She knew he'd have the easiest time finding where they set. As she slipped her phone back into her backpack the last of the students began to file in and she could see their principal standing off to the side of the podium, looking rather uncomfortable.

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Character Portrait: JoAnne Waters Character Portrait: Caleb Goodson Character Portrait: Christabelle K. Kinley
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"I hope you understand the concept, since I've already gone over it seven times," Ms. Anita Mihov was clearly starting to lose her patience. The Bulgarian math teacher had actually gone over this particularly difficult part of the lesson seven times. At least, it was difficult according to Christabelle's classmates. When you hear your teacher repeat the same thing seven times, you catch on.
You couldn't exactly blame Ms. Mihov, or anyone for that matter, for being impatient at this point in class. But Ms. Mihov was notorious for being an unbearable math teacher. The only people who actually liked her were the people she was nice to. And unfortunately, Christabelle was not Ms. Mihov's favorite student. For some unknown reason.
As Ms. Mihov eased into her chair, a loud farting sound could be heard throughout the entire classroom. For a moment, there was complete silence, a mortified look on Ms. Mihov's face. Then everyone burst into laughter.
Christabelle snickered quietly. Ah, the old whoopee cushion. A classic. If you were wondering, yes, that was her prank. Christabelle was a decent enough not to embarrass a perfectly nice teacher - in fact, she usually made it a point not to prank them - but this was Ms. Mihov. There are exceptions to every rule - well, except the rule about every rule having exceptions. If that even made sense.
Ms. Mihov had gathered her composure rather quickly, and smacked a ruler against the edge of her desk. Everybody quieted down. Their math teacher had a look of rage on her face.
"You do not want to be alone once I've found out if you've done it," Ms. Mihov hissed out threateningly, referring to the whoopee cushion prank. Christabelle saw a few students edge backwards into their seats, irked out. She couldn't blame them. "For I will make your life miserable."
Ms. Mihov smacked the ruler against her desk once again, making everybody, including Christabelle, jump back in their seats. Sure, Ms. Mihov may be an old kook who practically everybody disliked, but you couldn't deny that she had the ability to scare the wits out of anybody if she wanted to. If Ms. Mihov knew it was Christabelle pranking her, then it would be understandable to why she didn't like the kitsune. But Ms. Mihov didn't know. Clearly.
Ms. Mihov smoothed her skirt, a look of calm back on her face. She quickly glanced at her watch, letting out a relieved sigh. "Ah," she adjusted her glasses. "It's two o'clock. Come along, children, we have an assembly to get to." As soon as she said the words, everybody scrambled out of their seats, gathering their things. They all wanted to leave as soon as humanly possible. Or in Christabelle's case, as soon as kitsunely possible. Which was pretty damn fast.
There was a recent string of murders - or supposed "animal attacks" - in the quaint town of Beacon Hills. First, it was Georgie Hendricks, a junior and cheerleader at the high school. Christabelle knew her. Georgie was a decent person. Next was Marie Vincent, the owner of a floral shop downtown. Christabelle knew her as well. Miss Vincent's death had stung a bit. And last night, the Sheriff's department had supposedly uncovered the body of Adam Tate, a senior and highly skilled lacrosse player. Christabelle noted this as she passed Caleb, who was talking to the others on his team. Ironically, Christabelle knew Adam as well. He was a good guy. None of them could ever deserve to be killed. Sadly, they were definitely murdered. These crazy phenomenons were never animal attacks. At least, in Beacon Hills they weren't.
As Christabelle was about to enter the auditorium, she received a text. The brunette pulled out her phone.

From Anne:

I'm in the middle left section if you can find me !

Christabelle easily found the redhead and approached her area, taking a seat next to her backpack. Anne probably saved the spot for Wim. "Hey, Red," Christabelle greeted, waiting for the others.

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Two days ago, he wouldn't have thought much about Adam Tate's uncharacteristic disappearance. It seemed the star athlete was always on time, and always with at least one other member of the lacrosse team. He'd seen him plenty of times with Caleb. He'd put it down as him coming down with a bug or some incapacitating physical injury. It was following the announcement of the assembly earlier today, however, doubt suddenly sank low in his chest. Hushed whispers about his absence seemed to grow even louder with each minute. He didn't know the guy long, but some of what was said was enough to instil a great amount of worry for his well-being. He just hoped, contrary to rumours saying otherwise, that he was in one piece.

Ever since the move three years ago, he discovered that not all was what it seemed in Beacon Hills. He quickly learnt through JoAnne Waters, his first friend in town and best friend, that the name was just what it said on the label. It was as if a beacon were attracting these strange occurrences, and nothing else could be done but to learn enough to defend oneself from any more dangerous ones. Unfortunately, Adam Tate wasn't as aware, and neither was he prepared.
All that was brewing around in his mind as he sat in AP English Language and Composition, fiddling with the end of his pen. It wasn't until Mr. Brzezinski called his attentionβ€”and a not-so-helpful Ben Mack nudging the elbow he was using as a head support off-balanceβ€”that he was brought back to the land of the living.

'Thoughts, Mr. Coates?' Mr. Brzezinski cut in, raising an eyebrow as he watched his student get his bearings. Quickly, Wim flicked his attention to the board, where they had earlier been discussing and dissecting prominent African-American writers' writing styles and contexts.
'Well, uh... it looks like all the writers' particular styles try to captureβ€”'
'No, kid, your mind's elsewhere.' He waggled his bushy eyebrows up and down at him. 'Best indulge in wool-gathering outside of this class, hm?'
Thinking the better of defending himself this time, he left his teacher to his hypotheses and nodded, turning his attention back to the class discussion.

'You know, you're slipping, Wim,' Ben sighed, gathering his stuff after they'd been dismissed to attend the assembly. 'Go on and tell her already.
'Tell who what?' Wim frowned in disbelief at his seatmate and shook his head. 'Jesus, I wasn't thinking about that. It's about the assembly.'
'Sure, it was.'
'Look, this could be a third body.' He sighed and shook his head when it seemed like his defence was falling on deaf ears, getting back to stuffing his things in his messenger bag. Hearing a subtle vibration coming from inside his bag, he reached in to check for any new messages, and couldn't resist a smile at the more recent one.

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I saved you a seat dork, you better hurry or I'm giving it up. :,) Middle Left Section.
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You don't have the guts. You like me too much. :P
I'll see you there.


Even the din of students chatting with one another couldn't cut through the tension he saw in the school administration's faces. More bad news, he thought, and he let out a deep sigh. With his attention on finding the first shock of bright red hair in the bleachers, he eventually spotted Anne and, when she wasn't looking, quickly snatched the backpack away and plopped right next to her.

'Hey, Belly. Goodboy.' He turned to grin at Anne. 'See? I told you you don't have the guts. You really do have a heart, Tin Man.'
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"Did you guys hear about Adam?"
"Oh, my god. It's just so terrible."
"First Georgie, now Adam..."

The same conversations had spread to all corners of Beacon Hills the second the story had broken; that Adam Tate had fallen victim to the recent string of 'animal attacks' in the town. Already, his social media was plastered with sad condolences, tearful emojis and "R.I.P's".
Even Joanie had received some words of comfort: I'm so sorry about Adam. Hope you're okay. Stay strong, okay? Are you okay? You doing okay?... As she skimmed through the messages, she sent the same, bland reply, pressing her thumb lightly to the phone screen as she noted the vast swathe of "okay's" in the various texts.

"Good grief, it was freshman year. It's not like I'm his widow or something."

She mumbled to herself as she then cleared the messages, bored already with the monotonous, faux-sympathetic spiel. Next, she scanned the cheerleader group chat, and sighed in resigned irritation as she read what was written.

mom thinks I should have a few days off to recover...
sorry guys, i just can't today
I'm still coming to terms with... everything. I'm going to be off for a while.
I don't think I can face a school without Adam just yet... sorry guys

Joanie snorted at the last one, and resisted typing a sardonic reply: Natalie... you've never even spoken to Adam. Ever. Leave the grieving to the people that actually knew him, k?

Instead, she tucked her phone back into her pocket, and mentally prepared herself for what would undoubtedly be a dreary day.

Even by Beacon standards.

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FROM; Red
I'm in the middle left section if you can find me !

Joanie looked up from her phone and surveyed the bandstand. It took her only a moment to find the redhead in the crowd, and as she cut through the throng of people, they shifted slightly upon recognising her. She noted the lacrosse team with a touch of pleasant surprise, and as she took a seat beside the rather mismatched collection of individuals, she was comforted by their obnoxious presence behind her. The lonely cheerleader, the only one that had showed up to school, didn't stand out quite so clearly with the school meatheads behind her.

That said, Joanie was well aware that, for once, there was little attention on her, and as she crossed one leg over the other, she greeted the others in her typical, insouciant manner.

"Hey."



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Character Portrait: Joanie Lee Character Portrait: Wim Coates Character Portrait: JoAnne Waters Character Portrait: Caleb Goodson Character Portrait: Christabelle K. Kinley
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xxxx The auditorium quickly filled up with the bustling student of Beacon Hills, their chatter filling the walls. The scene was so entirely distracting that Anne jumped slightly as the Kistune, plopped herself down on the bleacher next to her. "Hey Red". Anne gave her a small, friendly smile, something she felt like she should give Christabelle more of. There wasn't any bad blood between the two but they both seemed very confused about the other, as if they were always trying to figure each other out. "Hey, Belle. You're going to give someone a heart attack someday, I swear". Comic relief was always a Segway into conversation, Anne learned this best from Wim.

xxxxBefore Christabelle had a chance to answer however, Caleb Goodson sat himself behind the two offering a small greeting, and she returned it with a smile. Anne was surprised he was sitting with them and in addition brought the 'equally-cocky' lacrosse players. Not that she minded, they were all still recovering from the loss of Adam. Her phone buzzed again at her lap drawing her from her thoughts and to the bright screen. Wim. She couldn't help but giggle slightly at the message, but he was ultimately right. Even if Anne didn't want to admit it.

xxxxShe was still, guiltily reading back over the message when her backpack was snatched and replaced with none other than the smiling form of her best friend. "See? I told you, you don't have the guts. You really do have a heart, Tin Man.". Anne bit her lip to hold back a grin and masked it with an eye roll. "I'll have you know, that I was seconds away from giving it up. You got lucky" She emphasized her statement with a curt poke in the middle of his chest.



xxxxAnne didn't even notice Joanie as she slipped in to the bleachers next to them, quietly. "Hey.". Anne was one of the only ones in the group that was unaffected by Joanie's, 'claws-out' tendencies. Anne gave her a warm smile, "Hey Joanie"
. Joanie completed their rag-tag mystery gang. They had formed near the end of sophomore year, by unlikely circumstances. Through all their oddities, and quirks however they... well worked.

xxxx"Alright everyone, settle down please" Principal Marshfield tapped the microphone sending an annoying shrill of feedback through the auditorium. "Thank you all for attending. I know this past couple of week has been hard for not only the high school, but for the community as well. We are deeply saddened by the recent events that have occurred, and after discussing with the board we have decided to place a curfew of 8:00 p.m." There was a common groan of disgust across the auditorium, it had been years since we were placed under a curfew. "Please understand that this is for the safety of all of you, and we are trying very hard to find a solution to this problem". Anne couldn't help the frown that crossed her face. They were being so blatantly vague and she didn't know why.

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Anne answered with a small, friendly smile, as if she was trying to be polite, even though the two were friends. "Hey, Belle," she replied, using Christabelle's well-known nickname. "You're going to give someone a heart attack someday, I swear." Christabelle chuckled at that, opening her mouth to respond. Before she could, Caleb Goodson, the lacrosse player of the group and one of Belle's good friends, entered the scene. Along with his entire lacrosse team.
"Hey, Short Stack," he acknowledged Belle, turning to Joanne before sitting behind the two girls, the lacrosse team in tow. "Red." Christabelle scowled good-naturedly at her nickname.
"To be fair," she told Caleb. "Joanie and Anne are both kind of tall for our age." The brunette looked down at Joanne's shoes before adding, "And Red's wearing heels right now. There is no way I can't seem short." Although everybody knew, even without the other girls in the group, Christabelle was short regardless.
When Anne wasn't looking, Belle noticed Wim snatching the redhead's backpack away and plopping down between the two girls. Of course she saved that seat for him. Those two kept flirting with each other, but neither bothered to make a move. Hmm. Christabelle had ought to do something about that.
"Hey, Belly. Goodboy," Wim greeted both Christabelle and Caleb before turning his grin towards the redhead of the group. "See? I told you you don't have the guts. You really do have a heart, Tin Man." Christabelle tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. Wim sucked at nicknames in her book.
"Wim, you're a great kid, but I don't want to be nicknamed after a stomach," Christabelle said that simple sentence before letting the two lovebirds flirt. The kitsune may be a notorious prankster among her friends, but contrary to popular belief, she actually preferred bringing her friends together. And this year, Christabelle was set on getting Anne and Wim together. If they kept up this "let's-keep-flirting-but-not-admit-our-crushes-on-each-other" business, soon enough, Belle was going to go crazy.
Christabelle spotted Joanie - was she the only cheerleader who actually came to school? - approach the ragtag group, taking a seat and crossing one leg over the other. "Hey," she greeted.
Joanne gave the dark-haired girl a warm smile. "Hey, Joanie," she acknowledged. Christabelle gave Joanie a cheerful smile, before furrowing a brow.
"Are you actually the only cheerleader who came to school today?" the kitsune questioned quizzically. Before Joanie could answer, Principal Marshfield interrupted the conversation by starting the assembly.
"Alright everyone, settle down please," Principal Marshfield tapped his microphone with his finger, attempting to get everybody's attention. It worked; everyone in the auditorium winced as a shrill squeal of feedback screeched throughout the room. "Thank you all for attending. I know this past couple of week has been hard for not only the high school, but for the community as well. We are deeply saddened by the recent events that have occurred, and after discussing with the board we have decided to place a curfew of 8:00 p.m." Christabelle inhaled sharply. She hated curfew. She slept pretty late, so 8:00 P.M was quite early for her. The kitsune was not happy about this, and apparently, the general populace in the auditorium agreed. Disappointed groans could be heard throughout the room. Principal Marshfield continued. "Please understand that this is for the safety of all of you, and we are trying very hard to find a solution to this problem." Christabelle frowned. First off, they could start embracing the fact that the deaths of those three people weren't results of recurring animal attacks. Since the deaths were recurring, Beacon Hills could start understanding that the deaths weren't the result of animal attacks. They could be murders, as much as the world didn't like it.

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Caleb wanted to gag at the sight in front of him. Wim, a good friend, and Joaanne, eh, were so obviously flirting. It wasn't too hard to figure out. Hell! Everyone, but them knew they liked each other. Wim isn't very forthcoming with his feelings so it would make sense he can't tell a girl as simple as JoAnne that he's into her. Said girl is too caring to say anything. Most likely using the excuse of 'I don't want to ruin our friendship!' nonsense. They both need to get a grip and man up, or woman up in JoAnne's case.
"Hey Shortie, can you feel that?..." He reaches out, moving his hand in a grabbing motion."The sexual tension is so strong. You could cut it with a knife."
A few of his teammates begin to laugh along with Caleb. It may have been a cheap joke at their expense, but it was funny nonetheless. Before the two lovebirds could respond, his favorite, said sarcastically, cheerleader arrived. Joanie is the only cheerleader, besides the deceased Georgie Hendricks, he can stand. She's very snarky and doesn't put up with his crap. She was popular like him too so it wouldn't kill him to hang with her.
"Look who finally decided to show up. You're the only cheerleader here? Let me guess... girls whined about Adam even though they didn't know him. Typical."
What pissed Caleb off most was all these people crying over Adam. He was a lacrosse player, one of the stars, but he was a quiet guy. Outside of the lacrosse team, he wasn't very popular. Joanie and Adam had a thing a while ago, but the guy wasn't a womanizer. Caleb didn't understand why all these people cried about him when they didn't know him. He actually knew Adam and you didn't see him crying about it. Caleb was too deep in thought, missing most of the principal's announcement.
"We are deeply saddened by the recent events that have occurred, and after discussing with the board we have decided to place a curfew of 8:00 p.m."
WHAT! A curfew! The groans from the group supported Caleb completely. A curfew hadn't happened in years! Of course, the school would find a way to screw with their students.
"Please understand that this is for the safety of all of you, and we are trying very hard to find a solution to this problem."
Caleb couldn't help hollering, "BULLSHIT!"
He knew the principal probably heard him, but Caleb didn't care. The police knew this was more than just animal attacks. The school was lying to them, making excuses. Something was going wrong in Beacon Hills. Caleb has to figure this out. Guess the snake is coming out tonight.

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It wasn't too hard to see that Anne was hiding her amusement. Wim chuckled, clutching her backpack.

'I'll have you know that I was seconds away from giving it up. You got lucky.'
'Sure, I was,' he said with a shake of the head. 'And who would you have given it up to? Jay Morgan?'

He gestured towards one of their schoolmates, only one of the resident horndogs who appeared to have little respect for many.

'Don't be silly. You need me here, Waters.'

He hadn't intended to, but he regretted hearing Caleb try and make his usual quip, this time to Belle and the lacrosse team. 'Hey Shortie, can you feel that? The sexual tension is so strong. You could cut it with a knife.' Not intending to satisfy him with a defensive responseβ€”at least, not here where he could make it plain not only to Anne but to every single other Beacon High student and faculty memberβ€”he ignored it to turn his attention to Principal Marshfield, who awkwardly prepared to give the announcement.

Thank you all for attending. I know this past couple of week has been hard for not only the high school, but for the community as well. We are deeply saddened by the recent events that have occurred, and after discussing with the board we have decided to place a curfew of 8:00 p.m. Please understand that this is for the safety of all of you, and we are trying very hard to find a solution to this problem.

There was an advantage in what appeared to be the majority of the student body caught off-guard by the perceived unfairness of the 8 PM curfew. Wim supposed that with it would come some level of distraction from finding out the truth about the disappearances themselves. Most of them would be put off by things like hangouts, varsity practices extended, parties stretching until the break of day, or late night study groups cut off. Hopefully, none of them would be as stupid to venture out into dangerous territory as he and his motley crew thought of doing as they sat listening to the reassurance that they were looking into this death.

And they still had no word on Georgie Hendricks.

He turned to Anne wondering if she, being a Druid, sensed anything out of the ordinary. Her comparatively calmer (as opposed to the rest of the student body), more concerned look on her face spoke volumes about her suspicions. He turned his gaze away from her as subtly as possible to avoid being caught staring at her too long.

'I have a feeling this is right up your alley,' he whispered to Anne. 'Curfew or not, do you think we should...' His gaze flickered over to Belle. 'And should we bring her along? I'm pretty sure she knows we know about this... animal attackβ€”whatever they're saying it wasβ€”being complete bullshit.'

The assembly ended not long after that. He picked up both their things and started for the auditorium doors, not waiting for the owner of the backpack he'd snatched.
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