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Beatrice Candor

"Charlie, Molly, Mary Jane- I've danced with them all in the past,"

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a character in “More Sinned Against Than Sinning”, as played by LivyGrey

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Name:
Beatrice Amity Candor

Nicknames:
B | Ami

Age:
18

Gender:
Female {She/Her}

Sexuality:
Bisexual | Biromantic





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Secret:
B has been dabbling in drugs to try and help herself find a place in society. The infatuation began when she started late into the winter at a new school in Mountain Brook, she didn't really get in with the wrong crowd as such but she made a couple of questionable friends and fell into the trap of smoking pot- a getaway drug within weeks of relocating. She never found her way into any kind of social circle, so she began to up it a notch in order to try and gets people attention so she began using pills at party and taking hard drugs like heroin but it began to be a very secretive things when she recognised herself as to be growing an addiction she couldn't kick. People gradually forgot she'd ever had any involvement in drugs but her addiction to one specific type of drug became prominent- she'd established a dependency on Benzodiazepines. Which were an extremely addictive form of relaxant hypnotic drug but the body quickly develops tolerance meaning she keeps having to up her dosage to maintain the same effect making the addiction incredibly dangerous and threatening for not only her present but her future because the longer this goes on the harder it'll be to kick. She has recently managed to begin reducing how often she takes the drug but has been known to relapse back into her habits when put under pressure or stress.





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Likes
- Obscure Rock Bands
- Dungarees
- Being an individual
- Protests
- Animals
- Music Boxes
- Vintage Band Shirts
- Dr Martens
- Swearing
- Dancing
- Classical Music
- English Literature & Debating

Dislikes
- Make-Up
- Dresses
- Generic Pop Music // Pop Culture
- Comics / Movies / TV / Social Media
- Apple Technology Products
- Feminists/Masculinists
- Homophobia
- Maths
- People who eat with their mouths open

Talents
- Sketching
- Piano
- Academic

Weaknesses
- Sport
- Social Conformity & Behaviours
- Handling Emotions

Fears
- Loneliness
- Dying Alone
- Being Bullied






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Personality:

No two people would ever say the same thing about B. She's the kind of person that just adapts to suit the people she's around but the core of her personality which everyone could agree on is her recklessness, bravery and grungy aura. Leather, denim, ripped tights and combat boots- she's all over that kind of thing and she has the attitude to match it. She walks around listening to rock music but also a lot of funk music and everything that comes in between. She has an undying passion for the Red Hot Chili Peppers which the whole town probably knows by now. She's supposed to have seen them more times than years she's lived having followed them on tour a couple of years back, going to each gig on the Western European side of their tour. Through music she developed her core social circle at her last school which is what led to her first experience in taking illegal substances. She was offered 'pot' at a concert she attended with friends and accepted it due to the peer pressure of not wanting to stand out as being boring or a loser but upon smoking for the first time she took a quick liking to it and within the month became known as a full blown stoner and from there, her popularity quickly rose but everything went downhill for B when she came to terms with her bisexuality. Feeling confident enough in herself to confide in people she came out to her close group of friends but as word spread she began to fall victim to serious bullying from abuse on her social media pages to physical bullying in school it suddenly became a problem she had shorter hair than most girls and didn't wear dresses. This led to her sudden decline in confidence, self esteem and self value and is why she's know because someone who is incredibly moody and sombre.

Now attending college in Mountain Brook, she's known to be very quiet and rather miserable. Few people are aware of her history for bullying at her old school and the majority don't even know her name but B insists she likes it this way because then nobody notices her obscure behaviour and all the clues about her addiction. Being shy and subdue has led to her finding pleasure in lonely hobbies like art and she's pursuing an education (and hopefully a career) in art, planning on being a oil painter if she can make enough money from it in the future or if all else fails, a teacher however art became a burning passion for B and it carried the emotions she kept to herself so many of her pieces appear very dark and depressing but no one could ever question their quality since her report card for her GCSE's confirms she got all A* in aspects of her Art GCSE. The same result went for all her chosen subjects including English Literature, English Language, French, Triple Science and Religious Education.

This goes on to explain her intellectual capacity. Disregarding her unpunctuality, bad attitude, in confidence and her 'Junkie' qualities she's a teacher's dream student because she's incredibly bright, hard working, creative and original but her life style choices make it hard for her to keep up and not fall behind. She's still working at A grades for all her subjects but her AS grades were better and she's capable of achieving best which is why it's coming out she's a bit of disappointment and lost cause. B's the kind of girl people try to bully into doing their homework but she's become so defensive and protective of herself that she's prone to aggression and firing foul mouthed insults whenever she's approached negatively or threateningly. Underneath all the angst and pain- there's a really genuine, excitable, talented and mysterious girl but it's a struggle to get through to a girl so withdrawn.


History:

Born in Las Vegas but raised in London, Beatrice's upbringing was relatively normal. She was the product of a one night stand and failed abortion but she was always been bizarrely understanding at peace with that. Her Mother raised her single handed whilst living with B's aunt which is why even now B holds an incredibly close bond with both her Mother (Claudia) and Aunt Jane. B stood out as a troubled and peculiar character from the very beginning because even just at pre-school it was often highlighted that she was unsociable and only ever seemed to contribute in Art classes- everything else she seemed to let go straight over her head even though her personal work would prove she was actually of a high intellect. For a long time she was considered to be autistic but a reassessment revealed that had to be a misdiagnosis because many of the symptoms didn't fit with her behaviour she was simply slightly isolated and hyper intelligent. The problem for B with being so clever and mature was that many took to her as being a threat and from early on in primary school to the whole way through secondary school B kept falling a victim to bullying absolutely anywhere she went, she just never seemed to fit in or belong much to her family's dismay. Consequently B struggled with some aspects of her self esteem and confidence which is what encouraged her acting out and fall into the dangerous trap of getaway drugs.

A romantic interest at her previous school gave her benzodiazepines drugs for the same convincing her it'd help her relax and give her a better feeling than weed or anything else she'd taken regularly whilst indulging herself in a party life style. The addiction was practically instant but the bullying didn't relent- it didn't matter what she did to try and fit in and be cool, she was simply hated by everyone she ever came across. Turned out the boy was only trying to spite somebody else and sell his gear- he didn't care who he gave it to and he wouldn't have been impressed by her if she'd taken every last bit of it.

So then B started at her third secondary school in Mountain Brook but still hasn't yet got clean of the drugs and is still battling to try and go cold turkey but that's easier said than done.






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Other:


Face Claim:
Dakota Blue Richards

Hexcode:
73203A.

So begins...

Beatrice Candor's Story

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Isabella Monroe Character Portrait: Alby Johnson Character Portrait: Scarlet Richardson Character Portrait: Tyler Kingsley Character Portrait: Ellie Holland

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Outfit ~

The light from the window beamed blindingly into the cold lilac colored bathroom. It had been another long night. Ellie rubbed her eyes open, she had slept on the cold floor with her face pressed against the toilet seat...again. She felt faint and woozy, she had eaten so much the previous night that it took her hours to throw it all up. She examined her body which was basically fully exposed, she wore her baby blue bra and underwear from Victoria Secret. Her body was red with a slight tinge of purple, she hadn't realized how cold it was until now. She scrambled to her feet and glanced into the full length mirror that hung on the back of her white bathroom door and sucked in her stomach. She had abs, half from being athletic and half from being so skinny, she smiled, pleased with her appearance. She locked eyes with her reflection for a moment, a feeling of disgust overcame her. The vision grew blurry and she teetered forward having to catch herself on the door. She shook her head and took a deep breath “Come on Elle” she encouraged and pushed herself off the door regaining balance.

She wandered into her light blue luxurious bedroom that had windows taller than Ellie covered in silver drapes. The room had a large kingsize bed with a silver duvet and canopy, a sitting area with a couple chairs on top of a multi-patterned rug facing a tv and a fireplace, a workspace with her dual screen computer and finally a walk in closet the size of a regular childhood bedroom. She walked into the closet and ran her fingers between her clothes thinking about the investigation and the party from a couple weeks back. The night was blurry, she hadn’t drank but the drugs she took were something else, Tyler always dealt the best. All she remembered was waking up next to the toilet as per usual and hearing cop cars rolling in. A boy had been killed. About time something interesting happened in this town.

She slipped into her leather leggings with a burgundy sweatshirt. She put on her usual gold hoops and a chain with a camera pendant, just then her phone buzzed. She walked into her room and belly flopped onto her bed to answer it “Hello?”

“Elle, what the hell did you tell the cops?”

Ellie pulled the phone from her ear and glanced at the screen Tyler. She sighed and replied “Nothing Ty, I just said I remember seeing you before the party and that’s it. It’s the truth”

“Why?! Why use me as your alibi…for fucksakes Elle I’m already undergoing so many questions…you had to say my name didn’t you?”

“Don’t be so dramatic Ty, anywho I’m hungry. Kisses!”

Ellie hung up and made her way to the kitchen when her phone dinged for an income text message it was from Beatrice Fuck…what does this girl want?

It was in regards to the party, Ellie wanted a recap of that night too…did she spend the night with B?

To: Beatrice
Message: Okay, I’ll be at the café if you want to talk…


Ellie grabbed her car keys and jumped into her glossy red BMW convertible and zoomed off to the café. She walked in and saw Alby talking with Scarlet, seemed serious I’ll have to have Scar update me later. She ordered a vanilla latte and sat near a window admiring the gorgeous day.




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Outfit ~

Tyler groaned as Ellie hung up the phone, she always avoided these situations. The cops had just stopped by his house for the fourth time this week, asking numerous questions in which most were irrelevant and redundant. Tyler walked into his kitchen that looked like it belonged in a hotel rather than a home. It was massive with two stoves, a large fridge two people could easily hide in, an island with a dozen stools and a pantry the size of a closet. He grabbed an apple off the fruit tray on the counter and took a bite. He was exhausted, the festivities of last night had taken a toll. He was hungover and feeling grungy. His parent’s had hosted a gala downtown which as per usual called for an after party. At least half the town had attended but the fun was cut short when the cops rolled in. Regardless, he managed to escape the chaos and hit up a strip joint downtown. He had gotten a private room with a few friends and drank the night away.
Tyler scrolled through his phone, he needed fresh air and a friend. He tapped on Isabella’s name.

To: Bells
Message: Hey can we meet up? Park date? If you’re not to hungover lol


As he hit send another message rolled in, it was from Beatrice. Another order I presume? He frowned when he read the message, he could use some money right now but the text was not for business purposes.

To: B
Message: Yea I guess, where you at?


Just recently had people started talking to Tyler again. Everyone avoided him and his family like the plague. The investigation that lasted two years had nearly come to close until a boy was found dead. Of course the cops blamed the Kingsley’s right away but evidence had not surfaced, regardless they remained under questioning and showed up “out of the blue” numerous times a week.

Tyler grabbed his wallet and keys and made his way out. Fresh air felt nice as he began wandering the town.

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Isabella Monroe Character Portrait: Alby Johnson Character Portrait: Scarlet Richardson Character Portrait: Tyler Kingsley Character Portrait: Ellie Holland

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B walked down the street with a certain amount of attitude and aggression in her step. Although B was a bit of a head case and walked like a punk out of an 'Emo' music video. She was an incredibly genuine person and her friends were held in high regard but when she tried to think about it, she didn't have many. Tyler only bothered with her for the drug money, she was pretty sure of that, the only trust and loyalty within their friendship was that he wouldn't cut her drugs with anything or rip her off- other than that there was nothing. Sure there were a couple of kids around the town she messed around with and hung out with, she was quite aware nobody really trusted her or liked her- they all thought she was nothing more than the substances she kept putting in her blood but still, it was so much worse than anyone of them knew. Scars on her arms from needles, organ damage from pills and all kinds of crazy things but the benzodiazepines mixed with all the alcohol she drank and her antidepressants, she figured it'd probably be the death of her one day if she didn't cut it out but she was an addict- it just wasn't that simple and it never would be.

To: Ellie
Thanks. I'll meet you there.


She turned around and headed down the high street towards the local coffee house, looking up at everything around her for a moment. The café wasn't far from her home and within a couple of moments she was opening the door and gritting her teeth about the annoying bell that went off upon her entry. She saw Ellie sat by the window and taking a deep breath so she'd be calm enough to avoid an argument with this girl because she really didn't ever know where she stood with her and walked over.

Her and Ellie had been at each other's throats since they'd met but there was something about Ellie that Beatrice kind of admired and was drawn to- probably the fact she had the guts to piss Beatrice off all the time. She sat down with her and leant back in her seat once she had.

"How are you doing then?" She asked a little casually but also quite awkwardly- she felt like she was testing the water before she dived into the ocean, she just never knew what she was going to get with this girl. She quickly text Tyler back.

To: Tyler
I'm at the café with E, feel free to join us or I can meet you after. Just let me know ASAP.

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Alby Johnson Character Portrait: Sam Hawkins

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He heard his phone buzz while he was in the shower, but ignored it, expecting it to be a reply from Alby. As long as it wasn't him saying that he had chosen to elope with Scarlet or anything, it could wait until he was finished. He spent a little longer than usual in the shower as he had to check each bottle as he looked for the shower gel- but eventually, he found it.

Wrapped in a towel, he sat on the toilet to check his phone. The text, rather surprisingly, wasn't from Alby, but from Beatrice. She wanted to chat- but Sam had waited long enough to hang out with Alby. He wasn't cutting that time any shorter than was strictly necessary.

To: Beatrice
"sorry, b, little busy right now. i can talk over the phone if that's any good? if not i can always meet you later :)"

The next text went to Alby,

"hurry up, dickhead. also what's your wifi password again? my phone's being a dick and won't connect automatically."

He really wanted to get into clean clothes, but doing so would more or less proclaim his relationship to his family, so he got back into his old ones and flung himself onto Alby's couch, turning on the TV and flicking through the channels. It was better than being at home with his family, who had only stopped rolling their eyes at gay people on the TV once he'd come out- but he didn't miss their muttered comments when they thought he couldn't hear. But still, he wished that Alby was there.

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Ellie Holland

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A waiter came by and placed a large artsy mug filled with Ellie's favorite latte on the table in front of her. Ellie smiled politely, thanked him and handed a five dollar bill as tip. Her parent's had always taught her three things about "the help", she could hear it now in her mother’s voice Be polite, tip and never yell at them because they just might poison you, like what happened to your aunt May" . Ellie chuckled at the thought and took a sip of her coffee.

Her mind began to wander on tomorrows activities. She had a volleyball competition and the team was given a day of rest prior to the meet. Ellie had trained hard on her own for the last month on top of team practice. She was exhausted, she had taken several pills to boost her energy and followed a strict diet that was shot to hell after last night’s gala, good thing she threw it all up after though, who wants love handles anyways?

Her thoughts were suddenly intruded by a very awkward Beatrice. Ellie lifted her eyebrow as the outcast took a seat before her. She was about to reply to her question but was cut off when Beatrice began texting. Ellie cleared her throat and furrowing her brows, she said ”It’s rude to text when trying to converse.” Screens were Ellie’s biggest pet peeves when talking to people. When technology became the norm her parents taught her and her sister to acknowledge and converse rather than escape and hear half of what the other is saying. She always tucked her phone away and gave her absolute attention to the other party. She could hear her mom’s voice again Only exceptions to looking at your phone when on a coffee date are emergency and booty calls. That second one is a joke Elle…

Ellie cupped her hands around her mug and took a deep breath. She locked eyes with Beatrice for a moment but quickly shifted them. She always felt awkward and nervous around Beatrice which is why it was so easy to torment her. Something about the rebel outcast made Ellie admire the girl, such freedom and no expectations must be nice, Ellie’s life under pressure was rough. “So…” she said finally. “I am well. Now. If this is some kind of act to make me your friend you can forget, I do not associate myself with the tortured. We are here to converse in a business fashion and that’s all. Two weeks ago we encountered an unfortunate situation. You wanted to clarify a few details, the floor is yours.”

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Ellie Holland

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Beatrice looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes when she gobbed off at her about her texting. "Well it doesn't matter what I'd been smoking I'd never have been intoxicated enough to spend a whole evening with you. So unless you've been stalking me, I need to talk to a lot of people to work out what happened that night. So fucking leave it Ellie," Beatrice groaned pinching the bridge of her nose before putting her phone away and turning her gaze back at Ellie who was staring slightly and trying to catch her eye, B held her look grudgingly but without wavering or backing down.

"Ellie, don't be a bitch. I don't want to be friends with you, so save yourself the embarrassment. Look you know me, the night of the party I was off my head- I don't know what I took, I think it was mostly marijuana and alcohol but I don't remember anything at all. All I think I know for sure is that I hooked up with a girl- don't judge me, I'm Bi. Deal with it. Did you see me at all the party? With anyone? Honestly anything would help, I just need to get my story straight before I head down to my interview this afternoon," B hands down told Ellie all the truth. She didn't lie to her or exaggerate, to her memory she couldn't remember taking any drugs harder than pot and she was almost certain she'd slept with a girl, she just had no idea who, when or where.

In a way, B was kind of attracted Ellie- she had attitude, intelligence and unique qualities but she was just such an annoying cow sometimes Beatrice genuinely struggled to be around her and behave civilly. She didn't hate her at all, Ellie just seemed to know exactly which buttons to press to get a reaction out of her. Her arrogance too, that got old pretty quickly as far as Beatrice was concerned. All she really needed was to find out who she'd been with and what time she'd gone home, then she'd have a solid alibi and her name could be cleared and she could go back to resuming her life as normal. She could go back up to her loft, get stoned and write an essay of a surprisingly high quality, go to bed, get up and repeat. She wouldn't have any more of this investigation bullshit to deal with, she felt bad for the poor kid who died and his family but when she knew nothing but was still being investigated and threatened, it was very hard to focus on her sympathies over clearing her own name. She really didn't want to be getting caught up in the investigation though, she had studies, her family and a life to get back to but no body could really rest or relax anymore with some murderer on the loose around their town and that was why she was talking to Ellie.

So she could get her old life back and have some closure about what happened that night.

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Isabella Monroe Character Portrait: Scarlet Richardson Character Portrait: Tyler Kingsley Character Portrait: Ellie Holland

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In that moment a flashback of the rendezvous kicked in. Although she barely remembered that night she did remember Beatrice, in fact she remembered four exact moments. Arriving at the party, Tyler giving her ecstasy, a woman (was it Beatrice?) and waking up in the bathroom. The time in between was a blur but she could easily guess what happened. Ellie began to focus deeply on her mug as she listened to Beatrice ramble on and ask questions. Her vision began to fade as thoughts of what happened swam around.The foam in her latte began to dissipate, this frustrated her as the foam was the best part.

Silence lingered between the two, the sounds of the cafe seemed louder, she could hear her heart pounding. Finally Ellie glanced up, it had been a couple minutes since either of them had spoken. Her head swarmed with lies, she could see the honesty in Beatrice’s eyes but honesty was not her angle. “I didn’t see you. For one I don’t linger in the shadows among you weirdos and your face is not one I care to admire.”

She could hear the harshness in her voice and she immediately questioned it, she never understood her snappy attitude towards Beatrice. Her attraction towards the girl was highly resisted, she’d hooked up with girls in the past but at least she had class. Her vision began to narrow on Beatrice's specific features, her beautiful eyes, her lips, the smoothness of her skin. She wanted to give in but discomfort kicked in. She glanced over at Scarlet who had just gotten up to pay for her order. “Look, I know as much as you okay? I had one too many martinis and the rest is a blur. Sorry I couldn’t be more helpful...if I’m being honest the only people I saw you converse with is Ty and Sam”

Ellie chugged the rest of her coffee and got to her feet. As she tucked her chair under the table she said “Tyler is your best bet but avoid saying his name in the interview. The guy has enough problems already.” She smiled weakly and let out a small sigh.

She walked over to Scarlet and gave her a hug with a small hello. She glanced back at Beatrice, she felt bad for lying but it was for the best...well not really but it was for the good of her reputation. “How are you?” she asked Scarlet.




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As Tyler wandered the town he entered his usual alley and pulled out a joint. In the alley he had a clear view of the road but was well hidden in the shadows, this was his only safe zone in the town due to being constantly watched by the cops. He leaned against the cold stone wall of the bakery and took a puff of his blunt feeling the effects immediately. In that moment his phone buzzed announcing incoming messages from B and Bells.

To: B
Hey! I'll meet with you later, text me time and place


He finished his joint, tossed the butt onto the ground and made his way to his favourite spot, the park bench he and Bells always met at. The day radiated pure bliss, the sun shone brightly and the clouds were puffy and white. Tyler loved walking around and admiring the scenery, he loved how the trees danced in the cold breeze and how the infrastructure complimented the town. His eyes were slighted glazed, he felt good and at peace despite his morning.

From afar he could see Isabella sitting on their bench jamming out to some tunes. He snuck behind her and tugged her head phone out of her left ear "Hey tinker bells" he greeted and swung his leg over plopping down next to his bestie. "So rude awakening, cops showed up 'up of the blue' for a 'surprise' inspection. You'd think they'd give it up at this point...anyways how's you?

OOC: Sorry my post is so short , busy day"

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Scarlet Richardson Character Portrait: Ellie Holland

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Ellie examined Scarlet, her friend seemed nervous. “Due to your sickness? I mean you said it was the flu right? Never mind. If you want me to know I’m sure you’ll just tell me...you know how much I hate secrets. Her voice was slightly threatening, secrets annoyed her which was ironic since she had so many herself. Ellie twirled her hair and narrowed her eyes looking for a tell but Scarlet didn’t even flinch. She was ready to pry some more but she knew the truth wouldn’t arise that easily. Over the last couple weeks the duo had been distant and a stream of lies is all Scarlet spoke lately. Ellie decided to drop the topic she knew prying was useless and where was the fun in finding out the truth up front? Plans filtered through her head as to how she could get the information and smile devilish smile appeared on her face.

Ellie shrugged finally and said “Anyways I’m good, ish, I’m hungover, Ty’s gala was rowdy as per usual, the cops interfered halfway. I got together with a few peeps afterwards and partied, didn’t get to bed until like 5am.” Her tale came out flawlessly considering half her story was true, she did attend the gala but she had a different reasoning behind her late night.

She felt slight tension and an awkward atmosphere so she pulled out her phone and gasped at the time. In truth Ellie had an event to attend in less than an hour and she was nowhere ready. “Urg I gotta run, I have a family dinner to attend” another lie, Ellie never had dinner with her family unless it was in town hall for a gala with the rest of the town. She smiled, gave Scarlet another hug and made her way out, glancing over at Beatrice before she did so.

Ellie hopped into her car and blasted Neutron Star Collision by Muse. She began to daydream about the night ahead as she drove home, such as what she was going to wear, who she would be seen talking to and the types of conversations she would initiate. She was so consumed by her thoughts she hadn't realized she missed her turn and kept cruising mindlessly.

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Alby Johnson Character Portrait: Sam Hawkins

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Alby let himself get lost for a little while. It wasn't hard to do. Sam was all warm weight pressed into him, all muscle that he could run his hands over, and he dropped his head back again at the feeling of lips on his skin and it was so, so good. He could stay there forever.

And that was his plan, at least until that damned buzzing interrupted everything. He arched an annoyed eyebrow as Sam went for his phone, but there was nothing he could say about it. Sam had to keep an eye on his phone, least someone demand to know why he didn't answer it. He sighed as he got an apologetic kiss but nodded, throwing his arms up behind his own head so Sam could sit up, trying not to think. About the word 'mom', which now associated to 'Scarlet', which then associated to how fucked his life was steadily getting.

He was thrown out of his slowly spiraling thoughts when Sam sighed, a frown covering his face at the explanation. He sat up just in time for Sam's head to land on his shoulder, and pushed his fingers through that soft brown hair as comfortingly as he could manage. "I'm sorry," he muttered. The two of them rarely got serious, but Sam's home life wasn't something Alby would let himself joke about. It sucked, and Alby hated that he had to deal with it. "You can text me, alright? All night if you need to...if you can."

He shifted a little bit and got two fingers under Sam's chin, tilting his head back to get a kiss. This one was slow and deep and meaningful. The kind of kiss Alby hoped displayed the feelings he couldn't ever say out loud. The kind of kiss he hoped would give his boyfriend the strength to deal with his shitty family.

"You're perfect," he murmured when he pulled back a little. "I mean, you're a dickwad and you're jaw's a little uneven, but still." It definitely wasn't true. Sam's jawline could have been sculpted by gods.

He stole one more quick kiss and then stood up to grab the shirt he'd thrown across the room earlier, tossing it back to his boyfriend and taking a moment to check his own phone.

From - Bea <3: Hey A, I can't remember shit about this party the other week. Could we meet up later to talk about it? I think I'm actually losing my shit over this. he sighed a little out of frustration and ran a hand trough his hair. All the freaking girls wanting his attention...well, at least he couldn't have gotten this one pregnant. He swallowed back the sudden nausea and texted her back: Sure babe. I'm about to head home. My place in 30?

He sent it and dropped his phone to the coffee table before he stepped back into Sam's arms and kissed him again. "Tell your homophobic asshole of an uncle to shove it. Preferably in something sharp and uncomfortable."

He winked, then took Sam's hand and lead him to the door. This was always the hard part, saying goodbye. Alby hated it. If possible, he'd just keep Sam all the time. But that was a pretty big move for people who couldn't even last an hour without arguing. He sighed a little and opened the door for Sam...and then at the last minute anxiety shot through his chest so powerful it almost took him off his feet.

What was going to happen when Scarlet's pregnancy came out? Would his decision effect his relationship? Would Sam find out? Would he leave? The thought had skimmed his mind of course, but now it was straight up real.

He stepped out on the landing, slid his fingers into Sam's waist band, and hauled him in for a kiss. It was another one of those possessive kisses, this one desperate and needy. And maybe the last one. Which he couldn't handle. At all.

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Alby Johnson Character Portrait: Ellie Holland

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Beatrice didn't look around herself much as she was walking, she was preoccupied with her thoughts. Why was Ellie lying about the party? She kicked a stone aggressively with her shoe and sighed. "Why am I like this? Why am I as tragic as she says I am?" The party had brought up too many things Beatrice hated about herself, the things she worked so desperately to bury and forget, her attitude, her 'bad habits', her history, her future- she didn't want to know any of it but then something like this had to happen and drag it all back up. She always put on the brave face to everyone- even Alby to some degree she still tried to deceive with her smirks and bold attire but there were so many things she'd always been desperate to change, like getting clean but that was so much easier to say then it was to do.

Her parents still didn't realise- they knew she was junkie but not this bad. God, everybody thought the worst of Beatrice by now with everything she'd taken.

She was distracted from her self loathing by a text and she opened it with a sigh.

It was Alby and she felt a certain amount of relief for reading it. At least he was still around.

To: Alby <3
Thanks Alby, I'll be round soon.


It'd probably take her ten minutes to walk to Alby's so she figured she had at least fifteen to waste around the town centre. So she found a cigarette in her pocket and propped it between her nude lips before sparking it up. She inhaled with a sigh of relief then let the smoke fill her lungs with uncomfortable burn that she loved regardless of it's damaging effects. She ran a hand through her cropped brown curls and continued her way, deciding she'd show her face in the local Artist's Shop and collect some new materials.

Inside the store, she was instantly recognised- of course. Some of her art they even sold on her behalf in here and Beatrice checked the wall for the latest piece she'd given them and noticed it missing, had it sold? She hoped so because it'd pay well if it had.

The owner- Simon greeted her with a wide smile and brief hug. "Bea! My darling, how are you?" He gushed and Beatrice chuckled returning the man's bright greetings with a calm smile.

"Just dandy Si, just dandy. Looking for some charcoal- you got anything?" She asked and Simon nodded before busying himself with locating the product from the store cupboard behind him, still calling out to her as he worked.

"Bea- you're piece, the Kalediscope one, it sold by the way. £110. I've already transferred the money for you, but not long ago. It should have gone through by now though. Lovely gent the one who took it, he was a collector. Keen to see if we had anymore of your pieces but I had to explain he got the last, you workin' on anything?" He hollered back and leaning against the work top, Beatrice sighed. She'd been working on many things but nothing she was eager to sell.

"Yeah of course I am Si. Gotta couple things, I'll drop something off next Thursday, give that guy a call about if you fancy," She suggested sighing softly. Simon returned and passed Beatrice a pack of charcoals, which she gave the nod approval before passing him the appropriate cash. She thanked him and then as ever being an antisocialist, she then quickly embarked on leaving and smoking her cigarette as she made her way to Alby's. She risked being early but she figured she could take the 'scenic route' and enjoy the walk.

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The brief seriousness was unusual- but only because Alby was Sam's escape from his home life. Alby knew all the messy details and never joked about it, and for that, Sam was grateful. As annoying as Alby could be, he knew his boundaries. The next kiss was slow- only meant to comfort him, only meant to say the things that neither of them could really put into words. These kisses were rare, but their value increased accordingly. The only thing rarer were compliments from Alby- so when Alby spoke again, Sam was for a moment stunned. And then Alby added the rest, and Sam laughed. "I knew the first half of that was too good to be true," he remarked. He returned the kiss, still grinning.

He caught his shirt as Alby threw it to him and stood up, pulling it on again, followed by his jacket. He really, really didn't want to go- but he knew that it wasn't worth risking it. Not when it was somewhat important. He hated it more than he could say, though, so Alby's next kiss was appreciated. He wished that it could be like this all the time.

"Don't tempt me," he replied, grinning. He let himself be pulled towards the door, still wishing he didn't have to leave. Or even better, that Alby could come with him. But it couldn't happen. As he turned to say goodbye, a sarcastic comment already on his lips, his boyfriend's fingers curled around his waistband and pulled him in for one last kiss. Usually, Sam would pull away, afraid of being seen- but there was something almost desperate about Alby now, and besides, he'd need the extra kiss to get him through the rest of the day. His hands went to Alby's hair, before he gently yet firmly pulled away. "I'll text you later, okay?" He promised, before his customary grin snuck over his face. "Don't miss me too much."

He left again, taking into running again once he got to the street. That way, he'd be sufficiently sweaty once he got home, and his parents wouldn't notice he'd had a shower. He already missed Alby like crazy, more than he would ever admit. It just seemed so fucking unfair that his brother could bring home a different girl every time he came home, yet Sam couldn't bring home one boy. Just one.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he ran head-on into somebody. Instinctively, he grabbed them to stop them from hitting the ground. "Fuck, sorry!" he yelled, before realising who it was. "Oh, hi, B. Sorry, I just... I was just lost in my thoughts," he admitted.

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Beatrice had been walking head down, in her foul mood she'd taken comfort in counting the pavestones she stepped over and was lifting her head to take a drag from her cigarette when she felt a sudden force hitting into her, she hadn't even managed to catch a sight of them before they'd cursed, tried to catch her and then continued speaking. B was squirming to catch the pack of charcoal she'd just brought but she grasped the tin by the corner just before she lost it entirely and she exhaled with relief. She looked up and finally realised who stood in front of her looking slightly flustered and distressed.

"Oh Sam- hey," She laughed a little awkwardly but it didn't cover up her sombre mood not even in the slightest. "Sorry, that was kind of my fault. Wasn't paying any kind of attention to where I was going really- you alright?" She asked to be polite. She liked Sam, he was one of the few people Beatrice knew that didn't seem to make an instant assumption about her simply because of her reputation for pill-popping and smoking, no body even knew the worst of it and they all hated her enough except for the odd few who gave her half a chance to be herself.

Honestly, she wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone- she had too much on her mind and too much going on, to sit around and small talk. She had maybe three hours till her interview? And she still didn't have a fucking clue about anything. She was such a head case and she was ashamed of herself but she was too stuck in her ways to see a way out, so she dwelled on it instead. She ran a stressed hand through her hair which slightly messed it in a manner that made it look far more unruly and chaotic than usual but it suited her mood and dark eye make up. She kept wandering to herself for any kind of small detail in her memory but all she had was a few things; an image of a dress on the floor (and she'd checked it wasn't her own) and pills. Those were the only things left in her memory anymore, she wasn't even sure where the party had been.

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He ruffled his hair a little awkwardly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I couldn't be of more help earlier- I had to run errands and stuff for my mom, and just couldn't talk," he said, before laughing a little. "Not that I think I'll be much help, to be honest- I only can only really remember seeing you once or twice, and I think I only spoke to you once, and that was about the shitty snacks they had before someone finally called for pizza. I'm pretty sure I saw you with Ellie at some point, though- have you spoken to her?" He asked. Speaking of which, he really needed to talk to Ellie. He'd noticed some of her... habits while checking something out, and he was a little worried about her.

"Listen, B, I have to- ah, run," he said, cringing a little at his phrasing. "But if you want to talk more, just give me a call, okay? Just keep calling me until I pick up," he said. "I'll talk to you soon, okay?" He called as he started into a jog again, this time a little quicker than normal. He'd wasted too much time already.

His uncle's car was already in the drive as he got home, and he mentally prepared himself. This was going to be a few hours of hell.

"Hi, Uncle Mark, Aunt Julie!" He called, sticking his head into the kitchen. "I just need to go have a quick shower and get changed, but I'll be back in a few, okay?" They nodded and called their greetings as he jogged up the stairs.

His second shower in as many hours- but this time, he was missing Alby instead of impatiently waiting for him. And it sucked. He changed into a clean grey t-shirt and jeans, before heading downstairs to face the music.

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A knock on the door let him know Beatrice had arrived, and Alby ran a hand through his always messy hair before walking back through his apartment. He shot a look around, but there was no sign Sam had been there, which was both a relief and a little sad at the same time. Sometimes he wished he had things...pictures laying out, a drawer full of Sam's stuff, clothes dropped in the corner showing they were much too involved with each other to care about the mess.

But that wasn't his life...the reminder in that came from Scarlet's name lighting up on his phone screen, but he didn't bother to answer it. He knew what she wanted, and he wasn't ready to give it to her yet, so instead he ignored it and went to open the door. Beatrice looked as lost as he felt, and he offered her a weak smile as he pulled the joint from between his lips. "Hey love."

He stepped aside to let her in, pulling the door closed behind him. "I've had one of the worst days in history," he muttered, in way of explaining the pot he was dabbling in. "Getcha anything? Beer? Water?" The last was added on as a wary afterthought. He remembered Bea's text from earlier, if she couldn't remember anything about the party, she probably wasn't in the best mood herself.

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"Darling, I'm not judging. I bloody started the day with the thickest blunt I could roll, but I'm okay drink wise, I've got my interview with the police later so I should probably stay sober..." She thought out loud with a small frown for a moment before she added; "-if I'm capable of such a thing," She followed him inside and looked at him gently when he explained he'd had the worse day and she thought he'd sounded slightly off in his text so now her concerns were confirmed and she turned to him with a relaxed and understanding expression.

"You look like you are in it deeper than I am deary, so go on then- what's happened?" She asked softly. The thing many people missed about Beatrice was that she was actually an incredibly sensitive, caring and loyal person. Even now when she was hours away from being interrogated about a night she didn't remember and had stumbled through every kind of illegal activity throughout the course of- she was still more concerned about what had happened to make Alby feel so low. He was her best (and maybe only real) friend, so regardless of her own circumstance he had to come first. She walked inside the apartment with him and smiled lightly, she'd always thought his place was kind of cool- it was a fair portrayal of his personality and self-expression had always gone miles with Beatrice, occupation and character considered baring in mind she's an artist. He looked equally as gloomy and stressed as she knew she did, so she didn't waste any time and got straight to the point of checking up on him and all the other duties of friendship. She ran a hand through her layered and curled short brown locks disrupting their natural fall and unknowingly leaving it slightly messier than could be considered casual but anybody who knew Beatrice would know she blatantly wouldn't give it a second thought and wouldn't care at all.



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Beatrice Candor was the only person in all of Mountain Brook that Alby actually felt like he could...be himself. Even with Sam, things were a little strained sometimes. Just because he was constantly thinking about the secrets he had to keep, for both of them. He couldn't be affectionate in public, couldn't hold his hand or kiss him on the cheek (and then promptly declare Sam tasted icky, even though it was far from the truth). Nothing.

But with Bea...they'd always just kind of understood each other. He didn't lie to her as much. There were the little things, sure, and the stories they both knew he was making up just because that was part of who he was. But she knew him. She knew things about him none of the others did. She even knew Alby was seeing someone - although he was vague about it. No physical descriptions besides 'hot like smoking', and his supposed name was 'Xavier' because Alby was pretty sure that was as far away from 'Sam' as he could get. Bea didn't care if he was lax on the details. Probably just assumed Alby was in it for the fun and not anything serious. Which was fair.

He sighed a little as her attention landed on him. He was used to that - she cared a lot, his best friend - but now wasn't really the time. So he shook his head, took another drag of his cigarette, then grabbed her hand and led her to the couch so they could sit. The moment they both were, Alby flopped over and rested his head on her lap. "I'm fine. I'll tell you later." He didn't know yet if he actually would...he felt like he needed to tell someone, which was new and a little odd, but at the same time...telling someone would make it real, and that was terrifying.

"Let's start with you. You're the one who has to face cops," he made a face at that, remembering how shaky his own interview had gone. "So baby girl, whatcha need? Got some blanks or what?" Also not unusual. The drugs Bea did - especially on party nights - could have that effect. Alby usually went pretty hard himself, but he hoped between the two of them they could work it out.

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The thing about Beatrice and Alby was they were both very talented and frequent liars but the reason their friendship worked was that they couldn't lie to each other- they saw through it and most of the time they were honest anyway, the only thing she kept from his was her addiction, hell- she'd told him about her bisexuality and everything which since what happened with Scarlet a few years ago had always been a very sensitive matter, she was quite relaxed about it now but at the time that'd been kind of a big deal to her admitting it to someone. However, that was why she knew that Alby was pulling the wool over her eyes about this guy he was seeing but she wasn't going to push him to tell her everything either- if he was keeping something from her, she respected he'd have his reasons which is why they'd never in all the years they'd known each other had a serious row or argument. She could read people and they were both as guilty as each other.

"Bullshit but we can talk about it later if you that's what you wanna do," She shrugged to him delicately and understandingly, carrying her pixie like figure with tired gestures as she moved to sit with him on the sofa. She chuckled a little as he laid his head in her lap and she rolled her eyes. "If I didn't know better, I'd genuinely think you were a child," She uttered teasingly but only out of slight desperation to avert talking about the truth.

That her entire memory was a complete black hole.

"Okay and yeah- we say blanks, it's not so much blanks plural is like- the whole night is one big fucking blank. I guess I must have screwed somebody 'cause I can remember this dress but that's literally all I remember I thought I spoke to Ellie, I could remember seeing her but she denied it, I think she was lying though," She looked down at him and shrugged her shoulders in slight distress. "I really fucked up this time Alby, I really did," She sighed softly. She'd always felt really fortunate to have Alby because very few people seemed to understand that as messed up as she might be, there was a good honest person under it all- just a person with a lot of baggage and extreme emotional delicacy.

"I guess what I'm getting at is please tell me, we went to the party- got fucked up and then went to get chips or something and I threw up in a sunflower pot, just something that means I didn't screw up much," She uttered with a tone of voice that foreshadowed she knew that was far from what happened.


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Beatice watched him as he finished his blunt, sighing softly to herself as it dawned on her how much of a mess she'd truly got herself into this time. Bea was a resilient girl and she'd often bounced back from all kinds of crazy situations, so part of her knew she'd pull through her interview okay but she doubted it. In her current state she really doubted there was anyway this could turn out okay. In fact, she was almost kind of scared.

What would happen if she went into her interview with nothing to say? Would they think she'd done it? It'd be a bit convenient for her to have zero memory of the night she attended a party where a poor guy was murdered. She shuddered at the thought- Beatrice was tough but not jail bird tough- why was she even panicking about that? She hadn't done it, she was just so paranoid but she could only blame that on the drugs.

The drugs.

That was something she was genuinely guilty of and could get done for should they find out. She'd be screwed, all her dreams and plans would slip right through her fingers- which precisely why she wanted to stop but it just wasn't that simple.

She kind of zoned out for a minute or so, staring vacantly at the shadows between her eye lashes before she blinked and realised that Alby was laying across her lap again and talking.

"Don't worry about it, I probably passed out or something anyway," She sighed biting her tongue anxiously. If Alby didn't know, she didn't really know who she had left to turn to. She'd talk to Ty later on, meet him for a drink or whatever and try to get some details about where the hell she'd been that night but it sounded like she wasn't ever going to know her exact movements of the evening.

She really needed to get clean.

Desperately.

"Fuck," She breathed hollowly. "Why is Ellie lying about seeing me? It's not like I would have screwed her- she's hot but she's insufferable, I know your friends you can tell her I said that if you want- I'm not fussed, she hates me too- what doesn't she want me to remember though?" She was thinking out loud and she knew Alby wouldn't have any of the answers but she just needed to verbalize her thoughts somehow just to make sense of them. "Should I text her or something?" She asked, seeking his advice sincerely because she'd learnt long ago that he gave better advice than anyone- it's funny because as individuals, they usually do all the wrong things but they always gave each other the most wise advice even if it then went ignored sooner or later.

The more Beatrice's mind began to unravel with all her hypothesises, ideas, theories and concerns about what might have happened that night- the more she felt like she was going to lose it, she fidgeted with a ring on her finger spinning it in circles around her knuckles, her breath kind of short. She'd suffered with panic attacks in the past but it'd been a long while but with all these investigations, accusations and her internal conflict- it was all starting to pile up.

"Alby." She said in a serious tone, her voice wavering with anxiety. "Do you think...do you think they'll suspect me? Because I don't remember..." She asked nervously looking away, the weight of her shame darkening the colour of her eyes.


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Alby shrugged a little at the mention of Ellie. Lord knew he didn't understand girls or why they did what they did. He just kind of lived under the assumption that they all had an agenda, one way or another. "She's probably hiding something," he admitted. "Maybe you did bang her, who knows. Maybe she freaked out about it. Or maybe she was way fucked up on something and didn't want to tell anyone. Little Miss Perfect, can't have that. I'm not really that good of friends with her though..."

He really only knew Ellie because he was friends with Sam, and to a lesser degree through Scarlet. They didn't go to the same school or anything, so they didn't really hang out. But he was usually around her at social gatherings. They joked sometimes, and Alby often complimented her outfit choice or her hair, but that was about as far as it went. "Don't text her." He shook his head. "You'll just make it worse."

He sat up when her tone changed, took her chin in his fingers and lifted her gaze to meet his. "No," he answered, "As long as you stop suspecting yourself. You've got to chill out, B. Probably the worst thing you did that night was take a little too much and probably fuck someone of questionable desire. So stick to that. Don't be all fidgety and worried about it, it'll only make you look guilty." He was quiet for a moment, then shrugged. "Plus, the statistics of females murdering males are really, really low. Even accidentally. And I'm not guessing you'd have any kind of a motive anyway, right?"

He took a breath and let it out with a sigh. "And if worse comes to worse...just be honest. You were probably too fucked up to hurt anyone anyway, Bea. And a drug charge is a lot lighter than a murder charge..." But socially...the effects would be devastating.

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"Maybe," Beatrice grumbled, chewing her lip anxiously and rubbing her nail over the joint of her thumb looking for any kind of distraction. She listened to him with a gentle but concerned expression, it was rare Bea worried about anything even for a second- she took absolutely everything and anything in her strive but she always had the control and the power- even with her benzodiazepines she had herself convinced that she made the choice to take them actively and consciously and that it wasn't the drug choosing to consume her. She always had the power but she really didn't this time, her mistakes and carelessness had caught up with her. She wasn't unfamiliar with blank spots in her memories, making mistakes or run ins with the police but this was so much worse than anything else she'd ever done.

She listened to every word because she respected Alby's words and opinions more than anybody else's. He didn't patronise her, degrade her or disregard her simply because she had a few issues. If anything he respected Bea's intelligence because she didn't take drugs because she was stupid- she didn't know herself or understand but something was just missing in her and it had left her further and further astray the more she aged.

He caught her a little off guard when he sat up and moved her chin but only enough to widen her eyes as she looked at him with focus and respect.

Eventually she sighed and nodded softly. "No of course I didn't. I didn't even know the poor sod but you know me Alby's. You know I've been through a fair bit right- must of it my own fault but still, I cope with everything. I never let myself lose and I bounce back but this is bigger than me Alby. I don't know what I did that night, who I was with, what I took and fuck Alby- I know I wouldn't have hurt him but I think, I think I'm scared Alby..." Speaking such words made her feel nauseous with self-loathing her throat burn with acid like there was a sudden urge to throw up. Under less pressurising circumstances she might have laughed at herself- fear was for the lazy, that had always been her excuse for acting brave and fearless- she said; 'Fear was nothing but an excuse for the lazy," she'd said that to everyone she knew at least once, she said it again and again but here she was sitting in front of her best friend degrading herself to the likes of the fearful. She was terrified now that Alby would realise she wasn't telling the whole story simply because she'd mentioned being scared but she couldn't tell him. Marijuana, pills and legal highs were one thing but a full on addiction? She couldn't open up to him about that. He was her best friend in the world but she'd even lose him if that truth came out. He'd forgiven, tolerated and let many things go over the years but this would be the last straw surely?



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Beatrice should have gotten out of bed almost two hours ago. She was expected to be attending the school fundraisers for the extracurricular and the homeless charity but she'd spent most of the night tossing and turning, clawing her room apart with crippling anxiety. She'd injected twice because she couldn't find her Librium tablets and tracks in her inner arms were too obvious and slightly bruised, her skin was thin and pale- she looked sick, not even sick she looked dead and the following morning upon waking up on her bedroom floor with a needle still in her finger tips and opened whiskey on her drawers she realised with horror, the reality of what had happened. She'd mixed. Fuck, had she overdosed was that why she hadn't woken up? Her head pounded like a double bass drum and she felt kind of dizzy but she couldn't waste anymore time. She needed to get to the fundraiser and ASAP- she was supposed to have gotten their an hour early to help set up, she'd promised everyone she would- even if it meant putting up with Scarlet for a whole day and then stay late to pack up but at this rate, she wouldn't be there early at all. She might get there on time for when it began though or so she prayed.

She staggered around her bedroom and took cocodomal for pain relief and she swallowed back the last tablet she had dry. She had to fight the urge to close her eyes and keep herself awake because she felt as though she'd never slept. She ought to call Alby or someone but she couldn't, he couldn't find out what she'd done.

She moved over to her large antique wardrobe and desperately went through her wardrobe seeking out something with long sleeves but she literally had nothing so she put on her high waisted black jeans with a small black crop top and pulled a chunky burgundy cardigan over it all to cover her arms. It was unsuspicious this way too, Beatrice always had some of her skin on show some how simply because she was so self-expressive and accepting of her figure and appearance, so for her to suddenly start covering up would probably go noticed anyway. She ran her hand through her hair and with a growled curse, realised it was too much of a state and she'd have to curl it.

With a slight stumble, she travelled around her room looking for her iron and she dug it out from under a pile of photographs in her bedside drawer and then clambered over her mattress and cushions to get to the large mirror draped on the far wall in order to curl her hair. It took them a moment to warm through and so she took the opportunity to text everybody;

To: Alby <3
Hi deary, sorry something came up- I'm running really behind schedule with the fundraiser. I'll be there ASAP.


She thought about texting Scarlet considering it was most of her doing the event but she really didn't want to talk her, not in the slightest- to say Beatrice hated the girl would be an understatement, it was her fault that Beatrice had spent her childhood years and adolescence being awfully bullied for anything from her skinniness and foul temper but mostly for her sexuality. She blamed her experience with bullying for where she was right now with a drug problem and flawed career as an artist- her hopelessness, the fact she was such a tragedy- she blamed it all on Scarlet which might be unreasonable but to Beatrice, it only made perfect sense. She debated it back and forth for a long moment but she soon realised she had no real choice in the matter, so she bit the bullet and wrote a blunt text.

To: Satanic Scarlet
Something came up. I'll be late.


She didn't explain anything else to her but to be fair, she hadn't said much more in her text to Alby so it wouldn't look too awful if they compared their texts from Beatrice together.

Scarlet's phone name from Beatrice's love for dramatics and irony but mostly from her resentment from Scarlet but it was a known fact she'd feel no shame if anybody were to ever see that phone name. In fact, she might even boast if they did.

The curling tongs on her desk made a sudden noise and it disrupted her from her thoughts and touching the edge to make sure it was hot enough was foolish but the scolding she received from touching it was almost a pleasant wake up call. She breathed softly but shakily and with weak arms, she began curling her short scruffy hair into some kind of half acceptable style. She brushed dark purple eyeshadow over her pale eye lids and used eyeliner to make them look more alive then used a small touch of her favourite nude lip stick so she looked less chapped and unprepared. Looking in the mirror she felt quite disgusted with herself because all she could see was the body and soul of a junkie and how her own skin seemed as though it was cracking and she fought the urge to punch the glass and dragged herself downstairs. Her parents called after her to try and have a conversation but she ignored them and stormed down the road to get to the event as quickly as possible.

Upon arrival, she realised she was debatably under dressed but she couldn't have cared less about that. She'd arrived and that was more than most would have expected from her. She'd nearly fallen over several times on the walk there and had even made sure to grab a cookie out of the bakery on her way so she had some kind of food in her stomach to try and keep her grounded for the day but she was starting to fell okay like she could get through this day and survive.

For a moment, she felt a certain amount of pride because upon turning into the main hall she noted a collection of her pieces of art on display, she'd done a project on the human form especially for the fundraiser and donated them so the funds could be donated to the charity and it was possible the one good thing she'd ever done in her life. The paintings themselves were some of her best work too. She could only hope, the outcome would be worth the effort in the end because her best work took the best of her time up too and all her best brushes and paints but she was glad she'd done it because standing there now looking at the work was by far one of the best feelings she'd felt in a long time. She noticed Sam further down the hall talking to a man about art and as the man walked away, she walked over to talk to Sam.

"Hey, I'm really sorry I was late. Something came up and I got dragged behind schedule. That conversation looked hopeful though- was he interested in the art? Wait shit, that doesn't matter. Is there anything I can do?" She asked speaking a little faster than normal but she soon fell quiet again as she tried to swallow back her weariness.

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Ever since Ellie stormed off on Sam life had been interesting. When she arrived home that night her parents were furious for her running out on the cops, calling it disrespectful and dishonoring her late sister. On top of that grades were sloping down and she had lost 5 pounds she desperately needed to keep. Needless to say she was looking like hell, little sleep and lack of food sure didn't help.

Ellie stepped through the doors of the gala, despite her mental insanity she appeared confident and to those who didn't know her, healthy. She wandered over to the buffet and stared at the chocolate covered strawberries, they looked tempting and her stomach longed for nutrition but her hips protested. Ellie sighed feeling as though she was deflating but quickly recomposed herself when a benefactor approached her "Miss Holland! Pleasure to see you again, I saw your volleyball game last week and must I say you are unstoppable." Ellie smiled and began to play with her loose curls, twirling them as she replied "Mr. Flander it is an honor to see you again this year. Have you donated? It’s for a good cause you know." The man chuckled "Why of course my dear! I'm always here to support the extracurricular especially of this towns star pupils. Have you heard? Rumors are spreading that you are in line for three scholarships from three separate Ivy Leagues! Keep up the good work." Ellie stared at him in a fake flattered fashion, of course she knew about the scholarships but she couldn’t care less, money was never an obstacle.

As the benefactor wandered off Ellie scanned her surroundings. She spotted Scarlet and Beatrice speaking with Sam, the sight of Sam made Ellie sick to her stomach. No good useless trader… she thought bitterly. She felt excluded from her usual world, Scarlet had been avoiding her or so it would seem and she hadn’t made contact with Beatrice since their talk at the café but that was normal. Seeing Scarlet and Sam converse made Ellie hate Scarlet and her thougths raged with fury Doesn’t she know Sam is a good for nothing asshole who will expose your secrets and make your life hell? What is this, is Sam going to tell Scarlet about my health and try to get Scarlet on his side…he would do that…that jerk. Fuck. Huh. Wait second, I should seek out Alby, tell him what I know and threaten exposure. Ooh yeah, that’s a good idea. You better watch your back Sam.

Daggers in her eyes, she felt determined. She stared at the entranceway of the gala awaiting Alby’s arrival.



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The last couple weeks had been increasingly more stressful for Tyler. Cops seemed to linger more often, question upon redundant question was asked and silent whispers filled the air. For some god awful reason the cops had been questioning him about events he didn’t even know about. Calling him a suspect and making his case even worse than it actually was. This made Tyler nervous, the cops clearly wanted him locked up but luck was on his side for his attorneys were the best in the country and were determined to clear his record.

No matter, Ty felt good today, well as good as he could. The gala had been something to look forward too and with the help of his parent’s money he hoped it would go by smoothly and people would drop the rumors.

Tyler wandered into the gala and sought out a waiter carrying filled champagne flutes on a tray. He grabbed a glass and pounded it back, he needed something to loosen him up. He cringed at the glass when he realized it was non-alcoholic ”Fuckers”he muttered. At that moment he felt curious eyes examining him, call it paranoia but for once it was in the right place. He glanced around and noticed a young woman, possibly in her early twenties, staring at him. Tyler lifted a brow and was ready to run off when she approached him ”Tyler Kingsley, correct?” Ty stared at her blankly unsure if he should respond honestly or at all. He gave a small awkward nod ”Ooh how delightful” she chimed and grabbed his hand to shake it ”Andrea Palmer, I’m a reporter and a little birdie informed me of your case, although only half of it is public I must say I think you’re innocent and the system is corrupt. May I ask you a few questions?” Tyler shrugged in response, he didn’t care for the media but if a reporter believed his innocence then he ought to give her some answers. “Is it true that you are the prime suspect for the killing of about a month ago?” Tyler rolled his eyes “Yes, because of my history they think I’d be capable of such an act. What they don’t believe is that I don’t even know the individual who was murdered. To be honest I have a prime suspect of my own.” The woman looked intrigued “Do tell.” Tyler glanced around and spotted Sam, something about Sam lately made him feel uneasy. He lingered too often and asked too many questions. He didn’t seem to have much or any knowledge of Tyler’s past but he sure was a curious one. Something about Sam seemed to say I had a motive, and after Tyler’s encounter with Ellie a couple days ago he believed it. Ellie had approached him about Sam saying he was not to be trusted and the guy had plenty of skeletons in his closet. Ellie had no reason to lie did she? “I’ve said more than enough already, but yes I’m innocent. I may have been involved in some reckless behaviours but my hands are clean in terms of murder.” As he spoke his eyes were locked on Sam and the reporter didn’t fail to notice so she gave Tyler a small nod and wandered off.

Tyler kept his focus on Sam as he leaned back against a wall and pondered the last month or so. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a flask filled with whiskey. He took a small swig and shoved it back into his pocket, he needed to get drunk as tonight would be like every other.

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Sam hadn't been alone for long when Scarlet appeared. He resisted the temptation to roll his eyes at her comment. He didn't know if she was joking or not. Knowing her, she probably wasn't. He was committing a mortal sin just by being attracted to guys- all the lying and so on just got him a place on the VIP list. "You know me, Scarlet, that's all I'm ever doing," he replied jokingly. His phone buzzed with a text, but he ignored it. He mightn't have been Scarlet's best friend, but he also wasn't going to be plain rude to her either. "You look nice," he said.

And then Beatrice appeared, already talking at him. He laughed and held up his hands. "Somebody's eager. Yeah, he was interested in some of the art- I think it could have been one of your pieces, actually." Behind the two girls, he spotted Ellie. They hadn't spoken since their fight, and he didn't want to. Not with how quickly she'd turned on him. He hadn't told Alby what had happened. Their time together was short enough, and he didn't want to spoil any of that. He turned his attention back to those in front of him.

"Anyway, how are you two lovely girls? Scarlet, excellent work on the decoration- I had training this afternoon, so couldn't make it to help out, I'm afraid," he said apologetically. For once, training wasn't a cover for being at Alby's. With the tournaments starting to loom, their coach wanted them training as much as possible. And while that did cut in on his time with Alby, it was better than being at home.

He didn't miss Ty's stare, even as he spoke to the woman. Sam got the impression that Ty knew something he wasn't supposed to, and that made Sam uneasy. Everything was making Sam uneasy these days. Every time a text came in, he was afraid that it was someone asking him about him and Alby. Every time he saw his parents, he was waiting for them to demand the truth from him. Every time a police officer walked past, he was waiting for them to stop him and either arrest him or start into the questioning. Things like this made him glad for the extra training, glad for the extra time spent running.

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2 Weeks Later


Declan was completely and utterly miserable at this event. If it wasn't a requirement for the team to be here, especially Declan, he wouldn't have bothered showing up. Of course Declan was forced to come thanks to being the star quarterback and his father showed up as well which would definitely make this night one to remember. Declan had to confiscate his flask but his father was still obviously tipsy from drinking before they came and an utter embarrassment for him as he bragged about his soon with a slurred speech and tripped around the room. His father didn't even need to show up considering the event was just an art fundraiser.

Declan eventually ditched his father and went on to do what was expected of him. He went around the room doing his best to sell some of the art. Most of them simply wanted to talk about his sports career and scholarships which Declan found a bit annoying. He rather hated having to talk about himself all the time like he was some perfect super star. Declan was anything but perfect.

Eventually he grew tired and left the parents he was speaking with. He scanned the room of students hoping there was at least someone here he could tolerate and make it through the night with before his father made a huge mess of things. Ellie was the first laid eyes on but she was already leaving. Next was Tyler. He locked eyes with him for only a moment before moving on. Declan hadn't seen him since that day at the coffee shop when he bought him a coffee after they confused their orders. Declan obviously found him attractive but he knew better when it came to crushing on straight men and keeping his sexuality a secret.

Declan found a small group of three clustered together and Declan instantly recognized each of them. Scarlet was among them and the only reason he even made his way over their after grabbing two glasses of champagne in order to uphold his reputation. He stepped into the group with his typical heart melting smile. "Good evening, ladies..." He handed a glass to Beatrice and Scarlet before acknowledging Sam Hawkins with a nod. "Sam." His attention went back to Scarlet as he glanced down at her. "You look breathe taking as always, Scarlet."

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2 Weeks Later


The last two weeks Alby had spent either drunk or high, which was rare for him outside of a party. He liked the occasional beer with dinner, or a smoke on the balcony, but it was nothing like this. He was unraveling. The pressure of his lies was dragging him down, and he felt like his secrets were written across his forehead.

His life was coming apart.

The cops were watching him out of the corners of their eyes, Scarlet seemed to be everywhere he looked, he was seriously beginning to worry about Bea, and things with him and Sam had been...off, lately. Not bad, just...different. He figured it was all in his head, his latest secret, sitting heavily in his gut. He needed to tell someone. He tried telling Bea, more than once, but then he'd remember how much she hated Scarlet and he'd whimp out.

Standing in front of the mirror in his apartment, he thought he looked sick. His eyes were a little sunken in, his skin was too pale, and he was pretty sure he was sweating. With a sigh he wiped his forehead and then pressed it against the cool glass. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd eaten.

A text from Bea came in claiming she was going to be late, and Alby tried not to laugh because so was he. Finally he picked himself up and finished dressing. Slacks, a lilac button down which he actually tucked in, a nice jacket to go on over it. He usually liked these galas - he could be anyone he wanted for the night. Prim and proper and the kind of kid his father would have actually claimed.

The thought made his stomach twist and Alby actually almost threw up. Which would have been interesting, since he was pretty sure there was nothing to throw up. He sighed, tried to fix his hair, and then finally left the apartment. By the time he reached his destination, most people were already there.

He ran his hands through his hair and glanced around the room as soon as he entered. Of course, he saw Sam first, surrounded by a group. If it had just been Bea, he would have happily made his way over. But it wasn't. Alby's throat closed as he realized Scarlet was over there, and for a moment he panicked, but then he realized that she had no idea he was dating Sam, there would be no reason for her to spill their secret, so he relaxed. Declan Cain was over there too, and Alby was not a fan of him, so instead of trying to steal a few moments small-talk with his boyfriend, he just avoided the area altogether. At least until he caught Ellie's gaze, which wasn't exactly friendly. Fantastic.

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She looked at Sam. He seemed to think her comment was rude but that was how she was she told people the truth because that is who she was. "Well Sam you know how God is always watching but I have been praying for you don't worry."

She looked at her cell phone the text quickly from Beatrice. She didn't really care she came when she does.

She looked as Declan came out. She found him very attractive but who knew what for sins he had and who he was sleeping or doing wrong and when he spoke about how lovely she looked she smiled, and a tiny blush appeared. It had been a while not that she ever really dated.

"Well thank you very much Declan you look handsome as well." I didn't want to wear this I had a dress but it already was getting to tight thanks a lot Alby. She thought to herself for a moment when she saw other people make their way over.

She noticed Alby and Ellie for a second she wanted to speak to both but she didn't want to interrupt. She looked towards Alby he was very well good looking he looked plain awful and even though she was the one pregnant and having way more issues then him. She wasn't going to hound him on it.

"Not a problem Sam, I had fun doing it the homeless is one of my favourite projects."

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