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Junpei Kubo

The Pretty Boy

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a character in “Stockbridge”, as played by AbsoluteWhisper

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"My mom used to tell me she misses her pretty daughter, but she never once said she loves her pretty son." -Jun
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xxxxx|| Legal Name || Fumiko Junpei Kubo
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xxxxx|| Nickname(s) || Jun (preferred), Junjun
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xxxxx|| Pronouns || He (preferred)/They
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xxxxx|| Age || 23
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xxxxx|| Role || The Pretty Boyxx
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xxxxx|| Birth-place || Stockbridgexx
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xxxxx|| Hex || #3D1763xx
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xxxxx|| Height || 5’10’’
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xxxxx|| Build || Thin with lean musculature
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xxxxx|| Description || Jun was naturally gifted with soft, smooth facial features except for his eyes. A button nose, high cheekbones, and full lips compliment his sharp, intense eye shape, sometimes accentuated with subtle make up. His irises are a deep auburn color, an even mixture of maroon and red, but it's not too uncommon for him to play with colored contacts. Although Jun was blessed with some height, his figure has always been slight in size, with narrow shoulders and hips. But after years of taking testosterone and going to the gym, he’s filled out where he can with well-defined muscles. He’s not bulky, per say, but nothing other than his face is soft, and there isn’t much fat on his body to be found. The hormones also helped alter his facial structure somewhat, causing his jaw to be more prominent. Jun’s voice was already on the lower spectrum for someone who is assigned female at birth, and the testosterone helped deepen it further. In terms of his dark chestnut colored hair, it’s kept on the shorter side, flipping between a messy mullet style and a shorter undercut. Right now, it's longer on the top and reaches his eyes, with the sides and back freshly shaven. In terms of medically transitioning, other than hormones, which he started as soon as he turned 18, Jun had double incision top surgery about a year ago. His skin is relatively unmarred, with only small marks from foolish adventures from his youth, save for a long slash mark across his left palm and the scars from his surgery.

Although Jun’s style tends to fluctuate, he never leaves this house looking messy or unkempt. His clothing is fashionable and high quality, often with many designer brands, and his outfits are cohesive and interesting to look at. He’s enjoyed fashion since he was young, and with a degree in it, Jun feels the need to make sure he always looks stylish. He tends to stay away from overtly “feminine” clothing, but he does employ both andogrynous and masculine styles. Overall, he enjoys streetwear and chic, with a little bit of grunge, and prefers darker clothing with splashes of color. Since he’s had top surgery, he no longer has to bind, but will still pack in his underwear most days. It's rare for his clothing to be tight or form fitting, as he usually sticks to baggy garments to hide his smaller frame. But due to this, if anyone sees him without clothing, most are shocked to see the lean and visible musculature he sports.
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xxxxx|| Likes || Experimenting with fashion, Colder weather, Photography, Drawing, Most energetic music, Kindness and patience, Sweets, Quiet moments, Anime and Manga, Outcasts, Being clean and orderly, Meeting other queer people, Video games, Romance movies, Collecting traditional Japanese swords, Exploring nature, Animals of all kinds, Kendo practice, Family, Having people he can rely on, Cooking
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || Messes and dirt, Smoking (especially the smell), Brussel sprouts, Being overly drunk, People who judge his appearance, Bigots and those who are close minded, Bullies and abusers, Overt aggression, Authority figures, Small town ideals and gossip, Historical fiction, His father, Hot Weather
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xxxxx|| Quirks || Rarely raises his voice, Grows nervous in the spotlight, Has trouble meeting people’s eyes, An intense neutral impression that can intimidate people, His smile can light up a room, but it is hard to earn
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xxxxx|| Fears || Not being accepted by his father before he passes, Never been free of his family and responsibilities, Being alone forever or never having a family of his own
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xxxxxEven since he was little, Junpei was more on the shy and reserved side of things. It was uncommon for him to initiate conversation, or even speak unless he was spoken to, often hiding behind his parents’ legs when meeting new people. He relied on his elder brothers for protection and support, which they gave to him when they could, but Jun was his own person. They couldn’t be around him forever. Which resulted in Jun being picked on and bullied, even before he found out he was different from most. This only caused him to withdraw more and more, and it instilled a deep-rooted lack of self-worth.

xxxxxBut it’s been many, many years since Jun was a child. Although he no longer runs and hides from strangers, he is still rather stand-offish, soft-spoken, and reserved when meeting new people, usually preferring to be alone to the side, staring into space listfully. After years of being told he is innately wrong and undeserving of life, just because of who he is, Jun assumes most people are enemies rather than allies for his own safety. This can lead to many people assuming he’s a little odd, cold, and awkward. However, even if Jun doesn’t trust people, he will always treat those around him with nothing but kindness. Most people are often surprised by this because of his commonly emotionless demeanour, but Jun only wants the best for those around him. He will go out of his way to help everyone, no matter his relationship with them, no matter how it may impact him negatively, because he wants those around him to have what he was never given. This does not change the fact that he trusts very few people fully, and as a result, he himself will not ask for help, preferring to suffer in silence rather than burden someone else. His low self-esteem rears its ugly head when he’s put into the spotlight or has large amounts of attention put on him, often resulting in him shutting down and running away.

xxxxxPast the surface level, Jun, like many others, is quite a different person when around people who he is comfortable with. His tender heart is even stronger, and he’s thoughtful and attentive to an extreme degree, often remembering the tiniest details people have told him in passing. He can go from being stone-cold silent to rambling excitedly for hours about his passions when with the correct people. He has been touch starved all of his life, so when someone allows him to get close physically, he melts. Compliments, especially about his physical appearance, often fluster him to a humorous degree, causing his generally eloquent manner of speech to break down into stutters coupled with a flushed face. Even when with his friends, it's difficult for him to express his feelings and emotions, and he hasn’t cried in years. If he keeps everything bottled up and hidden, life is just easier. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxx|| Sword-Fighting and Mixed Martial Arts || From a young age, Junpei was forced into many extra-curricular activities, with Japanese Kendo and Kenpo being two of them. Although he didn’t enjoy them at first, mostly because he was being told to do them, Jun came to appreciate both practices in time. Even after he left Stockbridge, he continued to practice both, along with new, separate forms of martial arts. In Kendo, he has earned the title of Godan, the highest possible for his age, and he has black belts in Kenpo, Karate, and Aikido, leaving him a very capable close combat fighter, armed with a sword or not. It also brought a lot of discipline and control to his life, which he appreciated in times when he had so little of it.
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xxxxx|| Bi-Lingual || Jun’s first language is actually Japanese. He learned English after entering kindergarten, but until then, the only language spoken at home was Japanese. As a result, he is fluent in both languages.
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xxxxx|| Modeling and Fashion || Since leaving Stockbridge, Jun attended college in California. It took him quite a while to figure out what major to choose, having spent most of his life being told he had to be a doctor or engineer like his father. But eventually, he went into fashion, and soon after, modeling. It fit well, given his soft yet masculine beauty, and he’s been moderately successful. He now works for a company where he not only assists in designing clothes, but also models much of what he makes.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || Jun is measured and slow to anger. After vocal training, he created the perfect voice he’s always wanted, and learned to sing to compliment it. Most call him a great listener, often followed by even greater advice. He is mature and well-spoken. He has intense bodily control and discipline, meaning he’s been successful in almost all physical pursuits, from sports to dancing to yoga.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || Jun can seem stand-offish and guarded to those he would call strangers. It's difficult for him to trust people fully. He does not do well in the spotlight, and he can even shut down when he’s the center of attention. After having to be self-sustaining at such a young age, he has trouble asking for help even when he really needs it.
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Katashi Kubo and Aiko Chiba married rather young in Japan, and not long after doing so, they immigrated to the United States. Both of them had degrees, Katashi in engineering, and Aiko in education. They found jobs quickly, bouncing around New England to find where they wanted to settle. Eventually, they bought a nice house in Stockbridge, and just never left. It was a decent enough area, and the house was a great size to start a family, so the two of them did just that. By age 30, they had two sons, Haruki and Kenta, only three years apart. But Aiko very desperately wanted a daughter, and they had the means to care for another child, so they tried again. Three years later, little Junpei was born, given the birth name Fumiko by his mother.

Junpei spent most of his childhood small, frail, and scared of everyone around him. It was odd, considering both of his brothers were boisterous and energetic, taking to sports while Jun would rather stay inside and read. But his father wouldn’t have it, and forced him to take part in sports all the same. Growing up with two older brothers meant Jun spent much of his time wrestling and playing outside, but it also meant he had two fierce protectors who would stand by him always. Jun’s reserved and frightened nature left him susceptible to bullying, but it would have been much worse if not for his elder brothers. Even then, there was only so much the two could do. Especially when much of the bullying came from their own father. Katashi was a strict, stuffy man, who had high expectations of all of his children, and harsh consequences for not meeting them. Although he would never raise a hand to his wife, he was a traditional man, and physical punishment was common for his children along with constant mental and verbal abuse. The Kubo household was tense the moment Katashi would come home from work, and it would remain that way until he left the next morning.

By the time Jun was 10, he knew something wasn’t right. The sight of himself in the mirror would make his stomach churn, with long straight hair falling to the small of his back, and flowery dresses being the most customary clothing he was given to wear. He had no clue what to call these feelings until he was given access to the internet. Then, he found a word to explain everything, transgender, and it all made sense. Junpei did his best to keep all of this hidden, to force all of those negative feelings down, but his brothers were his confidants. Eventually, he spoke to them about it. They were supportive right out of the gate, doing their best to adapt to something so new to them. With Katashi and Aiko none the wiser, everything would be fine.

TW for this paragraph: Physical and verbal abuse, transphobia
One day, Junpei and his brothers flew too close to the sun. After begging for years, Jun’s mother allowed him to cut his hair short for his 15th birthday. Well, “short” is relative; they allowed him to get a pixie cut. Neither parents approved of it, but they assumed he would grow it back out eventually. Then, Jun’s older brother, Kenta forgot to clear his search history. Aiko had gone snooping through the family computer and saw that he had been looking up resources and information on LGBTQ+ topics. Assuming the worst, she took this to her husband. It didn’t take long for Kenta to crack under the pressure and rage from his father; he explained he had been looking these things up to help his younger brother, not sister. Jun was called down from his room and subjected to the most vile beratement he had ever heard from his father. Slurs and hateful words were thrown, along with threats of sending him away to be “fixed” or disowning him entirely. An absolute mess of tears and fear, Jun assumed the worst of the fury was over when Katashi stormed off. But Katashi returned seconds later, a pair of electric clippers in hand. “If you want to be a boy, I’ll turn you into one!” He had roared, holding Jun down by the neck as he sloppily started buzzing through the rest of his remaining hair. Jun sobbed and screamed, begging him to stop as he gasped for breath, and both Aiko and Kenta could only sit there and watch in abject terror. Haruki, now 21 and on summer break from his senior year in college, heard the commotion coming from downstairs. Upon seeing what his father was doing, he promptly smashed a vase over his head and tore him off his little brother long enough for Jun to get away.

After that night, the very real threat from Haruki to call the police about the abuse kept Katashi in line. Haruki took Jun to the barber the next day, but the damage had been done. So for almost a year at school, Jun sported a short buzz cut. That was when the real bullying started. That was when Jun broke. He left the house for school and for practice, and that was all. He stopped trying to resist the bullying and let it happen. He stopped talking to most of his friends. He stayed in his room, and only held conversations with his brothers. While his mother tried to extend a hand to him, she never made efforts to accept him for who he was, and she just ended up hurting him further. His father, on the other hand, mostly pretended Junpei simply didn’t exist. When he acknowledged his presence, it was to practically spit insults at him before removing himself from Jun’s presence to keep from getting too angry.

Jun graduated high school with an almost perfect GPA. Three months later, when summer break ended, he left Stockbridge without a word to his parents. Haruki and Kenta had already moved out, and with their aid and support, Jun was able to relocate to California to attend college. His contact with his parents was relegated to the occasional text from his mother, for birthdays and Christmas, sometimes asking how he was doing, and that was all. Haruki, now a successful engineer, kept Junpei afloat for those years in college, both by helping him afford school, along with paying for most of his medical transition treatments. And in those years, Jun was allowed to fix himself. He discovered who he was, along with his passions. Given the room to grow, Jun blossomed and excelled at college, graduating with a degree in fashion a semester early. In school, he made plenty of connections, so he was able to get a job quickly.

That was where Jun was, working the job of his dreams, just getting into modeling seriously, designing his own clothing, and thriving, physically, mentally, and monetarily, when the past came knocking at his door. His father, who had started smoking by the age of 13, was diagnosed with late stage lung cancer, and given two years to live without treatment. Kenta had moved back to Japan, and Haruki had a wife, a son, and another baby on the way. Jun was the only option, and his deeply instilled family values would not allow him to say no. Thankfully his job was understanding. Obviously the modeling had to remain on hold, but Jun could work remotely while in Stockbridge. He was able to afford to rent a small condo to himself, refusing to live under that roof ever again, and he spent countless hours of the day helping his mother take care of his father. Katashi did his best to resist, that same spitfire just as fierce as when he had been well, but his sickness was a hurdle he couldn’t get over himself. Jun did his best to ignore it all, all the insults still fresh on Katashi’s lips, but that pain, that lack of acceptance, still stung every day. Even though Katashi knew his time was limited, that did not soften his heart to his third son. And with his father’s clock ticking, Jun’s on the verge of all but begging for his love.

Jun has fallen into the same monotonous rhythm that he had been trapped in more than five years ago. At least now, he could reconnect with some old friends from highschool, but that was about all the excitement he would get. He would wake up in the morning, get some work done, then care for his father for hours, only to put him to bed, and then leave for the night without any goodbyes or thanks.

Then, his parents disappeared, along with almost everybody else in town.

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So begins...

Junpei Kubo's Story

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Rowan Woods
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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since everything seemed to not only go to hell in a handbasket, but nearly everyone in the small town of Stockbridge had all but disapeared without a trace. Leaving only a handful of survivors in the form of a ragtag group of long time friends, and strangers. No one knew what happened, how could they, they were all asleep as everything seemed to go routinely like they always did. But when they awoke, the few remaining individuals found themselves to be the only ones left. And since then, things had somehow only gotten worse. As if everyone else in your hometown disapearing in the dead of night wasn't bad enough.

Even more random and strange happenings started around town, which seemed to only add to the already horror movie esque feeling everyone found themself in. Strange voices and sounds were heard down alleyways or streets when one wasn't looking, only to look and just barely catch sight of something before it was gone. Shadows appearing and disapearing in the blink of an eye. As abnormal and questionable it all was on its own, the added notion of everyone else being gone hadn't help any stress that found itself forming over the weeks that followed.

None of this made sense, and why should it have? How could hundreds, no nearly two thousand people, cease to exist without anyone noticing at all? There just wasn't any reasonable or logical reason or explanation. Which is what led to where the remaining group find themselves today. Within the past two weeks sine they found themselves the only survivors, so to speak, everyone had been doing their part in trying to find out something, anything at all at this point to help point them in the right direction. Leaving town wasn't an option, they all learned that the hard way. Sawyer having been the first one to volunteer himself to walk through the eery mist that seemed to hang around the outskirts of town. Only to find himself walking back where he started. Appearing to be in some endless loop. No matter what way Sawyer or any of the others tested it out, they would always return back from where they came. No one was getting out that way. Any connection or communication to the outside world of Stockbridge wasn't possible. Whatever unsteady connection they already had with the internet was gone. Any calls or messages sent either weren't able to be sent, or went unanswered. Nevermind getting any signal.

However though, after some rooting around, Bea and others had managed to find some walkie talkies in the Sherrif's office, and well, no one would be missing them. And even if anyone managed to show up, they doubted they'd be in trouble for using some manner of communicating with each other at least. Thank god that at least worked. Outside of that, the group had also managed to find another odd thing, the power, water, heat, and electricity seemed to remain. Meaning they hadn't a reason to worry about going cold or not having constant light or heat sources. However odd that also seemed. But nothing ever made sense in this town, even before everything went to hell.

Since then though, the group had also made secured locations throughout town. Starting with the local diner being made their daily meeting spot, where they would all show up at a designated time to report whatever findings they had that day. Usually there wasn't much to report on. Other than the same old answers half the time. The library had also been more or less Rowan's second home, considering how much time she spent there every day, trying to read as many books as she could, or search for any information that was potentially helpful to them. Often times being escorted to and from the library by Theo, as she often requested. Which, Rowan had finally relented, allowing her friend to help walk her to and from the old building in question. Which is where Rowan found herself now. Stacks of opened books all around her as she was busily scanning over yet another page. Eyebrows furrowed neatly together as she took in as much information as she could.

Only almost jumping out of her skin when she heard a sudden sound, before taking a steady, deep breath as she realized it was only the alarm on her phone going off. Alerting her that it was time to pack up, and head over to the diner. They'd be having another meeting today, even though Rowan knew it would just end with her rambling to the others, who were always disinterested as always with whatever she found. Slipping a few books into the leather backpack, Rowan tossed over her shoulder, and with one more look around the room, she grabbed her phone and exited the library. Quickening her pace as she made it down the side-walk. A cold gust of wind caused a shiver down her spine. As if the cold and dreary weather wasn't helping the already ghost town feeling Stockbridge had now, as if it didn't always have that feeling.

Rowan knew that the others would arrive shortly after she got to the diner, seeing as she was usually always one of the first ones to get there. Seeing as how she was often too eager as the others said. Truth be told she was, even if what she had to share wasn't much of anything knew. Hopefully the others had something better to share than she had. Rowan dug her hand into the pocket of her jacket, slipping out a set of keys as she enclosed the building up ahead. Skip's Diner, the old building said in bright neon colors. Rowan gave a soft sigh, pushed the key in and turned it as she stepped into the small building. Her eyes darting around, she never liked being alone in the establishment. It just never felt right to her, and she didn't know why.

Setting down her backpack on one of the booth's tables, Rowan flipped the light-switch, and the dull white flurecant lights above flickered for a moment, before stabilizing. She slipped into the booth, taking the spot alongside the window, as she took out her phone. Quickly sending a text to Bea, weirdly enough they could communicate with each other still, but everyone else was impossible to ever get a response from. Just as Rowan had sent the text asking where Bea was, a bang sounded on the glass window right next to her head. Causing her to jump once again. A loud and all too familiar chuckle sounded, as a figure slipped in through the main door, "Well you're here early." Rowan heard her friend chime. Rowan's eyes darted over to the darker haired individual, "I suppose so. But...Good afternoon to you too, Dre." she greeted softly. Deirdre gave a small smile and nod, sliding into the spot across the booth from Rowan, Afternoon, Ro. Guessing your trip to the ol' library was a bust?" they questioned, leaning back in the booth. Rowan simply responded with a small shrug of her shoulders. Unsure whether to burst any hopes anyone had just yet, or wait until they were all together again once more. For now she'd wait, at least at that point she could disapoint them all at once. That thought was for sure a comforting out...

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Character Portrait: Rowan Woods Character Portrait: Logan Park Character Portrait: Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis Character Portrait: Deirdre Worthington Character Portrait: Bea Clarke Character Portrait: Conner Bailey Character Portrait: Maximus Sawyer Character Portrait: Veronica Finley Character Portrait: Ollie Hwan Character Portrait: Lincoln Parrish Character Portrait: Junpei Kubo Character Portrait: Kayla Mendoza Character Portrait: Emilia Wells Character Portrait: Letta Hardcastle Character Portrait: Tobias Green Character Portrait: Ben Daniels
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Letta Hardcastle.
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Two weeks later and Letta still couldn't believe that her family was still missing. The anxiety surrounding her grandfather had hit quickly, but she was beginning to miss even her grandparents, as overbearing as they could be. When she first found them gone, she had taken their expensive car out for a spin, she ate whatever she wanted, slept in often, and wore whatever she wanted. But a few days into things, it got old quickly and she began to worry.

What helped to keep her from spiraling, were her friends and her writing. She was determined to figure out what happened to not only her family but her town as well. She wasn't the only one missing loved ones. Ben was missing his father, Bea was missing hers, and on and on. An evergrowing list of the missing.

That wasn't the only concerning thing about what was going on in Stockbridge. Those who were left, the survivors, reported seeing strange things around town. Things they couldn't explain. Their power would work, but they couldn't get any signals from outside of town. No radio. No tv. No cell signals. No internet. They were completely alone.

Letta stood in her room, shoving the things she needed into her satchel: her notebooks, her pens, a flashlight, and a few small "essentials" like chapstick, a small water bottle, and a granola bar. Tonight was another meeting of the survivors. Mostly to theorize just what might've happened to get them all into this mess, and how exactly they were going to get out of it. She looked forward to working with Rowan. She was an incredibly smart girl who always seemed to see things in ways the rest of the town didn't.

Before heading out of her bedroom, she grabbed her Canon Rebel DSLR camera, made her the cap was on tightly, before tossing the strap over her head and bounding down the stairs, shutting the door tightly behind her. She might be the only one living there, but if strange things were afoot in her town, she would like to know if they were cavorting in her bedroom. Plus, she made it clear that her home was open to those who needed it. The only way they were going to get through this thing is together.

She exited her home through the garage after checking every door leading to the outside was locked. She grabbed her rollerskates and shoved her socked feet into them, and rolled out, her boots held tight in one hand and her garage remote in the other. Just like that, she was off down her driveway and headed towards the diner.

She had stopped driving within the first week once they realized they couldn't reach the outside, or leave. If they weren't going to get any more gas, there was no point in wasting it when it could be used for other things in case of emergencies. Besides, this was a small enough town to get around in any way. Why not get some exercise in?

The air was chilly as she pushed her way through the empty streets. The sight still gave her the heebs. She was so used to the bustling of small-town life. Waving to the old man who owned the barbershop as he swept the hair from his floors. Or the produce woman who used to give her a free apple as she passed (if she was on foot or wearing skates). Both of them hadn't been seen since everyone else disappeared. The whole town was reduced to next to no one. She rubbed her arms, though she was warm enough under her jacket that she knew it wasn't from the cold. She could've sworn she was being watched.

Once the diner came into view, she sped towards it, hoping to chase whatever, or whoever was watching her. Or at the very least get enough distance that the feeling would leave her mind.

The ghosts of this town were going to get to her one day.

She reached for the door, pulling it open, swinging herself inside where she used her momentum to roll to a nearby table. Rowan and Dierdre were already there. The sight of the dark-haired, brooding... of Dierdre made her swallow the lump that formed in her throat. She quickly turned her attention to Rowan, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Hey, babe, sorry I'm late." She sat on the edge of the nearest vinyl seat and swapped her skates for her boots. Although I guess I'm early since it's just the three of us." She gave a nod to Deirdre by way of greeting.

She pulled out her phone and sent a request for an ETA to the rest of the group.






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Ben sat on his front porch, a lit cigarette between his fingers. He took a drag, holding it, and blowing out the smoke in a chemical cloud. He knew he needed to get going or he'd be late for the "meeting". Normally, he would assume that no one would even notice he was missing. But since he began working with Bea, Letta, and Rowan and investigating the town, recording his podcast episodes, if not for any other reason than to just document the goings-on of Stockbridge... he felt seen. He didn't realize how chafing that would feel until he was constantly being looked at and talked to. It had been a long time since he had that kind of attention on him and it was definitely an adjustment.

He took another drag, allowing himself a moment of stillness, to savor the silence. Their small rickety house just outside the neighborhood was usually quiet, especially since it was just he and his father, but there was just something about the stillness around him that he wanted to savor for another moment. It was also a moment of calm before he would be around Bea Clarke again.

She wasn't chaos by any means. She just... caused his body a little chaos. His heart races when he sees her. He talks a little too fast sometimes. His mind moving a mile a minute. He wants to impress her. He wants to be himself. He wants to make her laugh. He doesn't think he's very funny. He blew out another puff of smoke and ran a hand through his dark hair with a sigh. He needed to shake the feelings. Bea was too good for the likes of him. A Misfit. The boy without a mom and an unstable father, raised in the party scene and moved to small town, Massachusetts. He traded board shorts and cargo pants for jeans and leather jackets. Though, strangely enough... if he allowed himself to think about it, he actually prefers this life.

Camping under the stars with friends. Seeing Bea smile. Kayla's hugs and guidance. They liked Ben for who he was and not the money in his pocket or his father's career. Just... Ben.

He took one last drag as the lit end neared the butt of the cigarette before he flicked it into a muddy section of his front yard where it would be doused by the moisture. Last thing they needed was a forest fire when there weren't any firemen around. He released the smoke into the air, watching it dissipate before as it rose into the night sky. Time to go. He thought. He grabbed his flashlight, his phone, a walkie, and his old skateboard, and made his way into town.

He thought about taking it bike to the diner, but he tried to use it only for emergencies. Gas was all around him but he didn't feel like siphoning it until he had to. For now, he would just ride. He arrived at the diner just in time to see Letta Hardcastle barreling towards the door and swinging her way inside. Almost like she was running from something. Ben squinted into the night, only really seeing shadows. He prayed none of those shadows moved any more than a shadow should. He tried not to let it cause him any unease. Before he walked inside, he pulled out his phone, typed a quick text to Bea before heading in.

B
@ Skip's. cu soon. b safe

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In all her years of living in Stockbridge, Bea had never known the town to be as quiet. Even at the dead of night, there was always something or someone around. But now, it was far too quiet. Far, far too quiet. Ever since the moment she'd woken up to a too-quiet town, she'd been waiting for something to happen. Her parents were gone. Everyone was gone. Until the texts had started coming through from the selected handful who were still there. She could have cried a little in relief when Rowan had texted her, soon followed by Deirdre, Toby, and Theo. And, of course, Ben. The whole situation was hard and terrifying, but at least she had all of them by her side to make it a little easier. She got lucky, with some of her favourite people in the world left by her side.

She'd taken to carrying her father's shotgun with her every time she left the house. She didn't know why, but it at least made her feel a little bit closer to him. He'd know exactly what to do in this circumstance. Bea tried to make sure that every decision that she made would make her father proud. She'd commandeered the Sheriff's Office, and people at least seemed to be respecting that. She'd gotten everyone sorted with walkie-talkies to allow them to communicate if their phones went down. She'd also stockpiled what she could of medical supplies, and kept them there, somewhere they could be at least controlled somewhat. She hadn't been so lucky with getting her hands on anything other than basic meds; it seemed that they had been one of the first things to disappear. Bea had all but taken over the role of Sheriff, it seemed, as protector of the people; although not in the ways she would have expected.

She swore softly to herself as she glanced down at her phone and realised the time. She was due to be at the diner soon, and she was still at the sheriff's station. She slung the shotgun across her back and began the trek across town. It was a pleasant trek, but not enough to relax her. It was only when her phone buzzed with a very specific text that she relaxed even the slightest little bit. There was a text from Letta, asking where everyone was. But what made her smile was the text from Ben, specifically to her, saying that he was already at Skip's. She fired back a quick response.

To: Ben
omw, be there in five :)


She hadn't known Ben for long, but in the time they had known each other, he'd already become one of a handful of people who could make her truly smile without even really having to try. He could always make her laugh without even really having to try. Nothing felt right in their current predicament, but when he was nearby, things felt... a little more right. She was truly glad that he hadn't disappeared as well.

She reached the diner and pushed the door open, waving to everyone who was already inside. "Hello, everyone," she called, sliding into a seat across from Rowan.

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