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Willow Greyson

"Oh, you had it, but oh no you lost it."

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a character in “More Sinned Against”, as played by PutAnotherX

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age: 18
sexuality: heterosexual
birthday: October 17th
occupation: student, movie theater attendant
hexcode: #865c70xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhorchataxx||xx soberxx ||xx gold




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secrets:
She uses her skill in photography and her insatiable curiosity to collect blackmail material on pretty much everyone she knows. She compiles it all on an external hard drive she keeps in her room, though she hasn't actually used any of it... yet.
likes
movies
cameras
dogs
lipstick
graphic design/photo editing
walking
nature
boywatching
bubble tea
art
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dislikes
jazz
being the center of attention
rigidity
needing people
asking for help
restrictive clothing
seafood
long fingernails
math






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quirks
keeps her nails short and unpainted
takes pictures of eveything
obsessed with vintage
hums to herself often
fears
commitment
not living up to her parents' examples
disappointing people
ending up alone











'cause we're the masters of our own fate
we're the captains of our own
souls





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appearance:

Willow has the youthful, gorgeous appearance that so many teenagers long for. She's tall and model-thin, with green eyes and dirty blonde hair. She has the tan skin and long legs of a surfer, and she usually backs it up with natural, beach-y makeup and styling, especially in warmer weather. In fall and winter, however, her style leans more toward a cute, girlish vintage aesthetic. Her soft, rounded features give her a sweet, charming look.


personality:

Willow has always been a free spirit. She has the soul of an artist, always moving on to bigger, better, more beautiful and truthful things. She is torn between filling the world with beautiful things and reflecting its shortcomings for everyone to see. She hates to be put in a box, and she constantly strives to make herself a more interesting person.

Despite this, she is an introvert. She can't handle being the center of attention for too long without time to recharge her social battery. She doesn't take criticism well unless it is formed very kindly, which can make it difficult for her to share her art with the world. She is very sensitive to other people's feelings. She hates arguing, but she loves healthy competition.

She prides herself on her flexibility, but it isn't always a good thing. When her goals are noble, she can be incredibly selfless and charitable. However, when she's found a less-than-worthy cause, she can be overcome with selfishness and manipulation.


when all that you have's turnin' stale and its cold,
oh you'll no longer feel when your heart's turned to gold




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Willow Briar Greyson grew up comfortable and loved in Mountain Brook. Her father was a cop, and her mother was a social worker. The two always encouraged Willow's love of art and creating. Her family often had foster children in the home on emergency basis, temporarily taking in babies, children, and teens of Mountain Brook before they moved on to more permanent foster or group homes. Despite her tendency toward alone time, Willow always welcomed these temporary siblings with open arms.

As she progressed in school, she was beloved by teachers for being quiet, intelligent, and creative. She first took an interest in photography in fifth grade, and her parents bought her her first camera. She hasn't been without one since. She can't really remember the first time she caught someone's vulnerable moments, but eventually she became fascinated with watching people and collecting the most private, intimate times of their lives.

Her life wasn't terribly interesting in her eyes, so she sought adventure through secret intrusions into the lives of others. She absolutely knew it was wrong to save the pictures she did, but she also knew it could become useful one day. Although she still has not admitted to herself the only use those pictures have.

Her freshman year of high school, her father became the chief of police in Mountain Brook.

Someday she hopes to move on from Mountain Brook and become an investigative journalist or a professional photographer.

So begins...

Willow Greyson's Story

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Character Portrait: Karin Matsuo Character Portrait: Alex Roberts Character Portrait: Lyn Montgomery Character Portrait: Blu Jameson Character Portrait: Riley O'Hara Character Portrait: Elijah Blythe Character Portrait: Willow Greyson Character Portrait: olive paloma Character Portrait: Derrick Matsuo Character Portrait: marley east Character Portrait: Dan Hanson
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A week had passed since the party. An intense week. Cops had been conducting interviews and asking questions, questions that not everyone could answer. "Who were you with?" "What were you doing?" Some people had alibis. Some had alibis that they didn't want to give. There was too many secrets that went unspoken, that even the cops couldn't be trusted with. Everyone had a secret, something they were hiding.

And the secrets weren't going anywhere either. They didn't disappear when they weren't an active problem. They were always there. Lurking in the background. Even if they weren't active problems, sometimes they still needed to be dealt with or covered up... or ignored.

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Alex had a rare free afternoon to himself. His shifts had aligned in such a way that he finished after the lunch rush, and wasn't starting at the bar until 8. Part of him knew that he should go home, check on his parents, make sure they didn't have any more bills to pay. Or maybe he should answer some of his clients, arrange to meet them, earn the money to pay those bills. But after the week he'd just had, he just wanted to have some time to himself. And, well, to meet up with his friends. He was constantly on edge, waiting for that knock on the door, for him to be called aside at work, for somebody to stop him in the street. He'd thought about walking away from it all, changing his number, refusing to answer any calls from clients. Lie low. But he couldn't afford that. He didn't want to go back to taking every shift he could, running on four hours sleep every single night.

He sighed and sipped his iced coffee, running a hand through his still-damp hair. He'd gone to the pool for the first time in what felt like an age. It had felt so good to stretch those muscles again. And surprisingly, his many, many shifts at the coffee shop hadn't put him off coffee. Especially not iced coffee. Things weren't as good as they could be, but he was going to enjoy a rare afternoon off no matter what.

He picked up his phone and sent a few texts.

To: Derrick
Yo, man, I actually have an afternoon off work! Crazy, right? You around?

To: Elijah
Hey, dude, I'm off this afternoon if you want to come grab a coffee!

His thumb hovered over one contact name in particular, hesitating. He knew he shouldn't. He knew that their relationship wasn't healthy, that it messed with his head too much. But that didn't stop him from wanting to. Goddamn, having two sets of genes that increased his potential for addiction really messed him up. Honestly, it was surprising he wasn't more of a mess. He figured that not having time to breathe or think probably helped. He put down his phone and sighed, leaning back and looking around. It was then he spotted the cop across the street. His heart stopped for a moment as he swore the cop was looking at him. But then the cop moved on. He couldn't keep going like this. He wanted to scream, wanted to tell someone so they could help him. But how? How could he trust them, know they wouldn't go tell the police?

He picked up his phone again and had the text half written before he knew what he was doing. But when he realised, he didn't exactly try and stop himself.

To: Blu
You around?

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There was always one way that Lyn dealt with frustration. But no matter how much her body and brain wanted it, she sure as hell wasn't giving in to it. Instead, she went to the gym, trying to sweat it out as much as she could. After the night of the party, she'd been on edge. Everyone had. But now she felt like she couldn't ever relax, like she always had to glance over her shoulder. And more than ever, she just wanted to stop thinking, stop... worrying. It was getting harder than ever to stay sober.

She could see the guy on the treadmill beside her was trying to show off, so she ramped up the speed and turned up the sound on her headphones. She didn't want to have to think about anything besides the pounding of her feet, the beat of her favourite workout playlist. And when her lungs were screaming at her to stop, she slowed to a walk and got off the treadmill. She retrieved her bag and pulled on her hoodie. When she got out, she pulled out her phone and sent a few texts.

To: Riley
Hey, you around, babes?

She wanted to text Karin as well, but remembering exactly what had happened at the party, she hesitated. She wasn't entirely sure she could face her. She sighed and shoved her phone back in her bag, pulling her hair out of her pony tail and downing most of her water bottle. This was all too much for her to handle.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Karin Matsuo Character Portrait: Alex Roberts Character Portrait: Lyn Montgomery Character Portrait: Elijah Blythe Character Portrait: Willow Greyson Character Portrait: olive paloma Character Portrait: Derrick Matsuo Character Portrait: marley east
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The day started off as any other for Karin. She was up by 6am even though she'd fallen asleep at 3, rolled up a geourgeous blunt, smoked it, made some breakfast for her and Derrick despite cutting her finger, and went off to her only class for the day. The morning seem to go by in a fog as her mind was in a different place. It has been since the party.

After class, Karin made a couple of sales then stuck her headphones in and walked herself over to her favorite record store. She browsed for a little, more lost in her thoughts than actually reading titles. It got so bad that she ended up just staring at a queens album for like 3 minutes, spacing out. What eventually snapped her out of it was the absence of music in one ear when someone passed by and accidentally knocked one of her earbuds out.

On the walk home, Karin couldn't help but keep her eyes glued to the floor. Everytime someone looked at her it felt as if they knew what she knew. Needless to say, she was tense all the way home and felt a little gross.

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Steam rose while she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. The warmth felt nice on her bare skin but that nasty blemish of black and blue on the side of her neck was a horrid reminder in her eyes. Her fingers barely brushed over it as if it'll burn her if she did touch that part of skin. She wanted it gone already.

Suddenly there was a lump in her throat that she couldn't swallow. Everything was slowly crashing down on her after telling herself she was fine for a whole week. Memories from the accident had resurfaced after the party. Small hands gripped the sides of the sink, while her eyes pinched tightly closed. She didn't want to cry anymore. She was tired of it but her body refused to give her control over it. All she could do was cry and it frustrated her so much so that she ended up throwing a bottle and sitting under the shower.

It wasn't until she heard what sounded like Derrick call out to her that she then decided to get out. He startled her, enough to get a little jump outta her. Karin quickly composed herself, wrapping the towel around her. She splashed some cold water on her face before exiting to hide the puffiness under her eyes. Not wanting to worry him, Karin quickly went into her room. "Sorry, I was in the shower!" she called out, sparking up the other half of the blunt from this morning. A little pick-me-up and smokey courage to deal with everything right now.

Karin began applying her makeup when her eyes went wide, realizing she had left her clothes in the bathroom. In a hurry, she made another run for it before Derrick went in but almost smacked right into him instead. "Hey, there guy!" Recovery had been a success so Karin played it off and gave him her happiest smile and a peck on the cheek, trying to make it as quick as possible. She disappeared into the bathroom for a moment then disappeared back into her room.

Once dressed she chilled in her room with the window open, blowing smoke out into perfect O's while Derrick showered. A sigh escaped her lips. She wondered how her friends were or what they were getting themselves into. She saw E and Olive the other day, even Alex but for some reason, not Lyn. Was she avoiding her over what happened? Karin probably wouldn't know what to say to herself either. She stared at her name in the contacts, wanting to text her but if Lyn didn't reach out to her after all this, what makes her think she wanted to hang now?

"Hell no," she stated under her breath, pulling up a contact stored under the name of Darling dearest.

To: Darling dearest
Mars! You beautiful person you. What are you up to?

"Hey Rin, wanna watch some buffy?" Derrick poked his head into her room after knocking, making a little face at her. "Sure." She smirked, pushing herself off the bed and tossing out the roach, what was left of her blunt, out the window.





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Wiping the small collection of sweat from his eyebrows with the back of his hand, Derrick relished in the warmth of the afternoon sun. His clothes were a bit dirty, mostly his sweats with a mixture of sand, clay, and dirt from the baseball field. He finished teaching his small T-ball class of eight a half hour ago and until now, has been practicing with his boss, Tony. Tony is five years older than Derrick and took over for his father a couple of months ago. They didn't get along at first, having a bit of a disagreement in the way each of them taught but eventually, they peaced it out and learned how to get along.

Ricky also needed something to keep his mind off of the party. It was too much for him every time he came to the realization of what happened. It unnerved him to the core that his hands wouldn't stop shaking when it was his turn to bat. Eventually, he just focused on the ball so much that those feelings were pushed to the back of his mind for the time being.

"Damn, I didn't think you had it in you." Derrick laughed, stretching out his hand to a sitting, sweating and panting Tony. He laughed in between breaths and took Derrick's hand, getting to his feet. "You know me, I can't turn down a good challenge. Plus, you owe me a weeks worth of lunch now."

Derrick gave out a low chuckle and shook his head. "I still can't believe you ran the field seven times in under 3 minutes. You look like you popped a lung."

"Feels like I did." he laughed once more, slicking his sweaty blonde hair back and out of his face. "Speaking of food, you up for a burger?"

Derrick had already begun gathering his things and so was Tony. "Nah, not today. I'm feeling a little beat." he lied. "Alright then, take it easy. I'll see you Tuesdayday, you owe me food!" and with that Tony and Derrick went their separate ways. Truth was, Derrick didn't feel like going out at the moment. He just wanted to go home, see his sister and collect himself because now that he wasn't focusing on anything, everything was playing over in his mind and he found himself clenching and unclenching his fists on the walk home. He even froze at the sound of sirens blaring down the street, only when it passed did he breath again.

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Unlocking the front door, Derrick entered his house, took off his shoes at the door and went straight into the kitchen, grabbing a glass half filled with Arizona sweet tea. He rounded the corner out into the living room where he found the t.v on but no Karin. His brows furrowed a little in confusion but it wasn't totally uncommon for Karin to leave the t.v on while she did other things. "Karin, I'm home!" he shouted, hoping to hear a response from wherever she was in the house but it didn't come. Events of that night played in his head again, only for him to begin worrying and getting sweaty palms.

He let out a sigh and shook his head. She's fine, she's probably in the shower. And to pull him out of his thoughts on cue was his sister's voice, coming from upstairs. There was a sort of relief that came over him and his shoulder slumped a little, relaxing. "Sorry, I was in the shower!"

Finishing the juice in his cup, Derrick gave it a quick wash in the sink before jogging up all 27 steps. The first thing to hit him was the familiar sweet and pungent smell of weed mixed with soft perfume. Karin was buzzing about in her towel, in and out of the bathroom and her room with her little makeup bag and half a blunt hanging off her lips. "Hey there guy!" she exclaimed happily, quickly stopping in front of him and pushing up on her tippy-toes to peck him on the cheek and continue her running around. Derrick noticed the pink around her eyes and nose though but didn't say anything. She hasn't been feeling 100 since the party and he's sensed it.

"Going out?"
Derrick pushed the door to his door open, he never has it fully closed. "Not that I know of. I just wanted to dress up nice today." Karin shrugged, passing by his room and into hers. "Oh, and bathrooms yours."

Settling his things down, Derrick began stripping himself of anything that resided in his pockets including his watch and whistle. He picked out some clothes, and off he went into the bathroom to wash off the dirt and sweat. After that 20 minute shower give or take, he found himself lounging on the couch next to Karin. They were watching old re-runs of Buffy the vampire slayer, arguing over which was the better couple. "Really? Giles and Jenny were way cuter than Xander and Anya, no offense," she added, exaggerating an eye roll with a grin pulling at the ends of her lips.

"What? No. I-I just think they're cuter than four-eyes and snapped neck, no disrespect. " Karin faked a gasp and pulled her hand to her chest feigning offense. "You did not!" The both of them laughed it off and settled back into the show when Derrick's phone let out a ping. He pulled it out of his pocket and swiped his finger across the screen to unlock it. There was a text that he had half written out, earlier that day to Willow that he never sent and a new one from Alex. He instinctively tried to hide a small smile creeping across his lips, a friendly face was something he needed right now. That and getting out of the house.

To: Alex
How'd you pull that off? And yeah, coffee? Well... in my case, tea and coffee?

To: Sleeping Beauty
Hey there you! :p doing anything later on today?



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The heat was oppressive, and the humidity even more so. Even the breeze was stale and stifling. Elijah had lived his whole life in hot, humid weather it seemed. He laid on the porch of his family's house, melting into the perfect gray wood slats with his bare feet on the steps. His eyes closed as he dreamed of a thunderstorm, thick and cool and angry, to chill the wind even just a little.

His father was at work still, and his mother was on bed rest for the week. Elijah'd spent most of the day taking care of her, bringing her whatever she asked for, but she'd finally fallen asleep, allowing him his own chance at rest. His phone buzzed. He groaned, but he checked it anyway.

From: Alex
Hey, dude, I'm off this afternoon if you want to come grab a coffee!

His heart rose up into his throat, but his hands were already typing up a reply without permission.

To: Alex
I can be there in 10

His steps were soft in the house. The air conditioning felt heaven-sent, but not good enough to keep him inside. The note he left for his mother on her bedside table, careful not to wake her from her sleep, was simple:

Out with friends
Text if you need anything


He pulled on his shoes, hopped on his bike and took off toward the coffee shop.


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Willow tapped her fingers on the faux-marble counter top of the box office. The tiny fan and the AC box cranked noisily as the last couple minutes of her shift wound down. The thick cotton polo was too heavy and dark to be wearing in the summer, as were the black slacks and thick-soled shoes. If she had known she would be working in the box office that day instead of behind the concession stand, she would have worn shorts and flip-flops instead. The customers could never see lower than her torso from behind the glass.

Voices came through robotic and muffled as the last hipsters she would have to serve today requested tickets for some pretentious indie French snore-fest of which the theater had decided to give a limited showing due to the few but very constant and annoying requests. Willow handed over their tickets with a plastered-on smile, all but bolting out of the stuffy box as soon as they walked inside the golden double-doors. She made a beeline for the break room to punch out. The clock read two minutes past her shift's end. Her phone beeped softly. She never bothered to turn it on silent at work because of her bosses' lenience.

From: Ricky
Hey there you! :p doing anything later on today?

She smiled to herself and gathered her bag from her locker. She typed quickly as she practically skipped to her car.

To: Ricky
Just got off work. You got ideas?

Her car took almost no time at all to cool down, the air conditioning blessedly pumping out fresh air like its mechanical life depended on it. She was home in less than 10 minutes, and she changed into her sundress of the day and collapsed onto her bed, phone in hand.

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Character Portrait: Karin Matsuo Character Portrait: Alex Roberts Character Portrait: Lyn Montgomery Character Portrait: Willow Greyson Character Portrait: Derrick Matsuo Character Portrait: marley east
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Karin got up once the credit began to roll for some water. Forgetting her phone was on vibrate she nearly dropped her cup when it vibrated hard on the marble countertop. She glanced at it and read Marley's text with a mischievous grin before her screen went black and she'd have to unlock it.

To: Darling dearest
Awe, we have our charm. How about some coffee then I'll show you this neat little bar our band plays at some nights? I'll pick you up. :3

Once she sent it, her finger lingered over a certain name. She twiddled her thumbs softly. Karin wanted to at least know how Lyn was doing. She would be lying if she said she wasn't worried about her. All this party stuff was getting to her again but she pushed it down and typed out a new message. Karin wasn't about to chicken out again, in fact, she was feeling OK. The good mood she had going on and knowing she was about to go out with friends was bringing back out her regular self.

To: Emmi
Hey, Lyn. How've you been?

Locking her phone Karin finished off her water. She really needed some time out of the house. She feels as if all she's been doing for the past week is follow a boring routine that wasn't her. School, home and from home to a gig and back. She didn't hang out for drinks after shows like usual, she studied more which wasn't a bad thing and kept it quite clean and short with her sales too. She also kept a very pointy pocket knife on her at all times.

Karin grabbed her keys off the wall and poked her head into the archway of the living room. "Hey Derrick, I'm gonna go grab some coffee with a friend, I'll be back later." without hesitation Derrick shot up and called out for her to wait from the couch. He ran up to her, dropping down next to her to put on his sneakers. Karin slipped on her own black boots. "Alex invited me to grab some coffee with him but I'm taking Willow with. Mind picking her up?" Ricky looked up at his sister with puppy eyes which she responded by laughing at him a little. She didn't really care or minded giving him or any one of her friends a ride or picking up whoever. She would have thought by now that he'd wouldn't have to ask. Might be nice to see Alex though. After the party, Karin was coming to terms with certain things. Plus, with her sisterly intuition, Karin always knew Ricky had a crush on Willow and she wasn't gonna leave him hanging like that. "I don't care. I'm not driving anyway." Karin was already out the door when she tossed a puzzled Derrick the car keys. "C'mon, she's not gonna wait for you forever."



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Watching the credits roll, ending Derrick's little buffy craving, he picked up his phone that had lit up with a new messages.

From: Sleeping Beauty
Just got off work. You got ideas?

From: Alex
Idk. Witchcraft? Already here, see you soon :)

Derrick smiled happily as he began writing out his responses, but that's when he heard Karin's keys jingle. His ears perked and when she told him she was going to step out he instantly scrambled from the couch "Wait!"he called out, jumping over the headrest and towards Karin to put on his shoes. "Alex invited me to grab some coffee with him but I'm taking Willow with. Mind picking her up?"

He playfully rolled his eyes when his sister laughed at him and ruffled his hair. She was out the door and as he got up to follow after her, all he saw was keys being tossed his way. He still caught them, barely and in the midst of his small confusion Karin called out to get his attention. A bright smile took over his lips and so he locked up the house and got into the white suv.

To: Sleeping Beauty
Alex invited me for coffee so I was thinking we go there for a little and then we could go for a walk or something? I'm on my way to pick you up!

To: Alex
Lol. Alright, see you soon. :D