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Rin Davenport

"truth hurts, but secrets kill."

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a character in “villains”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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full name: trinity augusta davenport
nicknames: rin, trin, nitty
age: 22
sexuality: pansexual
occupation: assistant to lead editor in a prominent fashion magazine, model
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truth hurts, but secrets kill.
hopeless - halsey
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appearance:

Rin is one of those people where her affluence seeps out of every pore. Her clear, scar free, blemish free, smooth, perfect skin speaks of the best skincare, the best treatments, the best diet. Her dark brown hair is shiny, healthy, strong, and there never seems to be as much as a split end. Even when she's coloured it, the hair is so healthy and the dye done so well that it looks entirely natural. Of course, money isn't everything. Trinity would be pretty no matter where she came from. Round, blue eyes, a diamond shaped face, and full lips make her pretty when she doesn't even try.

At 5'5", she's more or less average height, with a slim hourglass frame, meaning she can pull off anything she wants. Her clothes are often simple, always glamorous. She always seems to be well-dressed and often a tad overdressed, implying she's always coming from or going to somewhere better. She's always put together, even if she's in just a t-shirt and jeans. She's never seen without jewellery of some kind, and is always rocking at least a two inch heel, often more. Her ears are pierced twice on the lobes, while she's currently tattoo free.






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my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold.
bring me to life - evanescence
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personality:

Many expect Trinity to be your typical rich girl. And on first impressions, she can live up to that. Sbe seems to flaunt her affluence, always wearing designer clothes, driving an expensive car, carrying the newest iPhone, using the newest Macbook. It's all about appearances for Rin. She judges everyone around her by how they look, how they carry themselves. What people don't know is that she couldn't give two damns about what brand they're wearing, what phone they have, or how new their car is. You can learn a lot about people by watching them. She carries herself as a professional, and even if you took away her expensive toys and perfume, she's confident she'd still pull it off. She was raised to value the ambitious, the determined, the capable, and a lack of ambition can't be hidden by an expensive shirt. She's cutthroat, harsh, determined, and feared. Rin has power, and she knows how to use it.

At the same time, killing somebody when you're sixteen takes its toll. She doesn't regret doing it- she regrets being put into a situation where that was her only choice. And that's why she reeks of power. It's all an act to protect herself. Now, she knows that nobody would dare corner her in her bedroom. She keeps everyone at arm's length, choosing to appear as an ice queen, someone untouchable. She wants to love, wants to be loved, but she's aware that this person she's shaped herself into is not the type of people people really fall in love with. It's far from an ideal situation. But as badly as she wants to love, she wants to be hurt even less. Trinity Davenport is a powerful person, a powerful weapon, and a powerful tool. If somebody had her on their side, they'd have an awful lot of power. So she can never be sure that somebody loves her for all the right reasons. She's loyal, to her family, to her friends, to her coworkers. But it takes a lot for her to become truly loyal.


likes

✓ heels ✓ block colours ✓ coffee ✓ fresh smoothies ✓ expensive perfume

dislikes

✘ being called "nitty" ✘ overly sweet perfume ✘ people mocking her accent ✘ offensive humour ✘ peppers




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flying with me won't be easy.
i'm not an angel - halestorm
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The name Davenport is a pretty infamous name in Oakhedge. At the very least, everyone knows they're ridiculously rich. But there's also rumours about how they got that money. Some of them are true. Truth be told, the Davenport family themselves are not directly involved in anything questionable. But James Davenport, the patriarch and Trinity's father, has had a significant amount of money invested in a number of companies- and those companies may be funding some unsavoury business. Weapons dealing, mostly. This has been going on for Trinity's entire life. From the moment she was born, she was being shaped. The face of a family that could never be suspected of anything suspicious.

She was trained to be the perfect young lady- but also how to defend herself. Not just physically. As soon as she was old enough to understand, her mother taught her that her appearance was power. Trinity was never forced to be feminine, but she was taught how to carry herself, how to make people know she was not to be messed with, how to make herself heard in a room of people who didn't want to listen. As her brother was being trained in how to run the business, Trinity was being taught how to be the face of one. And frankly, that suited her just fine. She never had any interest in anything like that.

She was sixteen when it happened. A friend of her father had been unusually friendly to her. Then he'd become flirtatious, despite the fact he was three times her age. She'd rejected the advances, and this had angered him. He managed to get her by herself and groped her. When she escaped, he followed her to her bedroom, furious. Afraid for her life, Trinity grabbed his gun and shot him twice. Her parents paid off the police and local press to cover it up, but even still, Trinity was put into a finishing school in Switzerland, for her own safety and to avoid any suspicion.

She came back to the US for college, studying journalism and publishing. While in college, her mother got her a job with the lead editor of a famous worldwide fashion magazine. It was basic stuff at first- typing her letters, getting her coffee, doing the dirty work. But then she discovered that Rin was good. Really good. As soon as Rin graduated, she was asked to stay on in her position fulltime to act as the editor's assistant, but also to be mentored with the intention of ultimately taking over the position. Rin's also been modelling for them on occasion. Her life has finally started to come together- but now she has to go home, and she's not sure how to feel.

So begins...

Rin Davenport's Story

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Character Portrait: Harry Stone Character Portrait: Shailene Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Nas Amasio-Hansen Character Portrait: Jared Garcia Character Portrait: Jackson Park Character Portrait: Sutton Deveroux
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HARRY STONE
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xxxi spent all my years believing in you
xxxbut just can't get any relief, lord
xxxsomebody, somebody,
xxxcan anybody find me somebody to love?

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Harry tugged on the bottom of his blazer, staring at his outfit. As tempted as he'd been to go for something a little more... bold, he'd strayed on the side of more conservative. He told himself that if he'd gone too bold, nobody would recognise him. And that little bit of pride said that he wanted people to recognise him, wanted them to see how much he'd changed. But he would be lying if he said that there wasn't that element of fear as well, fear of how he would be received.

Trinity Davenport was hosting some sort of party, a get together of old schoolmates. As if things had never really changed. He felt like there wasn't much of a point in pretending that nothing had. Hell, his outfit, complete with eyeliner, was a constant reminder of exactly how much had. Rumours about Matthew Brokenborough had started flying. Harry had always had his suspicions that Matthew hadn't been an angel, but nothing concrete. Harry's own suspicions hadn't yet been confirmed, but part of him was glad for that. For Shay's sake.

He sighed, grabbing a scarf and slinging it around his neck for a final touch, before picking up his phone and texting Shay.

To: shay <3
you still picking me up like old times?


It felt so surreal to be back in Oakhedge. Everything still felt exactly the same, even though it had been four years. The strangest part of it all was not going home. He was staying in a hotel the other side of town from his parents. If they were even still living here. Part of him wanted to go back in all his dramatic, glam rock style just to rub it in, just to horrify them by seeing what he'd become. If they'd even care. Honestly, he felt like they'd just been glad to get him out from under their feet. Had they relished the control? Did they miss it at all? Or were they just glad that it wasn't them having to deal with him any more? Would they actually see the man who used to be their son, and decide to be happy that he was living his truth, who he really was? This was the constant battle. The anger that made him hope they were angry too, that all they'd ever wanted was a puppet to manipulate. And then the longing that they were just happy for him, that they hadn't really meant it. Most of the time, the anger won, but there was still just that little bit of longing there. But for tonight, he decided to ignore it. The anger made him bold, confident. And that was what he wanted.

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RIN DAVENPORT
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xxxyou know that truth hurts
xxxbut secrets kill
xxxcan't help thinking that i love it still
xxxstill here, there must be something real.

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Already dressed, Trinity was sweeping around the house making sure everything was ready. This had to be just right. It had to be perfect. Everyone was already stressed and confused and emotional. The news about Matthew had rattled Rin enough. The fact that he'd cheated on every girlfriend he'd ever had and had apparently sold Ritalin to freshmen while in Harvard had just made her wonder how many of her other friends had similar secrets. She'd invited as many people as she knew from their old school and told them to bring their friends. Her family were out of town and had let her use the whole house for this party.

She knew that she was overdressed. But right now, she just needed to feel powerful. Being back in this house, sleeping in her old bedroom... It was bringing back memories she would have rather not remembered. It was making her feel like that weak, terrified teenage girl again. It wasn't something that an expensive dress and heels would fix. But it was helping at least.

"Marie! Etes-nous pret?" She demanded. "Oui, mademoiselle." was the answer, but it did nothing to relax her. She poured herself a glass of champagne and paced the hall, waiting for the doorbell to ring. She wondered if this had been a mistake, if she should have just gone out to a bar instead. There was so much that could go wrong here. Would she put people off with the scale of the whole event? Had they just been expecting... red cups, cheap beer, and shitty music? Would the champagne, the food, the multiple rooms set up as dancefloors, each with a different style of music, put them off? Or would she just impress them?

She sipped her champagne as she carefully sat down on the stairs, picking at a jewel on her dress. She didn't even know if any of her own high school friends were coming. And they hadn't even been that close. This was all just another big show, and she didn't know who she was throwing it for. She resisted the temptation to run her hands through her immaculately curled hair, instead staring at the door, waiting for it for the doorbell to ring, for somebody to just... talk to.

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Character Portrait: Jackson Park Character Portrait: Sutton Deveroux Character Portrait: Rin Davenport
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Being back in town, Sutton definitely didn't enjoy very much. The last thing she wanted to do was be seen back in Oakhedge. She had an entirely new life that didn't involve anything from her hometown and she wanted to keep it that way. Sutton knew that somehow her parents were going to find out she was back and they would never miss out on an opportunity to put Sutton down for her life choices or embarrass her in front of her friends and anyone else who could've possibly been around at that point. It was already bad enough Sutton always seemed to do a terrific job at embarrassing herself as it was, last thing she needed was her parents' help in the matter.

The only reason Sutton was even slightly excited to be back in Oakhedge was so that she would be able to see Jackson again. Over the years, Jackson had been the only one out of the group of friends she had kept in contact with from her high school years. Even though they had still talked, she hadn't seen him in person since her sudden departure. The blonde smiled down at her phone as she began to send a message to Jackson.

To: Jax
Hey Jax. Just letting you know I'm back in town and reluctantly deciding to attend Rin's party. Hope to see you there! c:

Sutton sent the message and slid the phone back into her purse before climbing into her vehicle and headed to Rin's place. Sutton couldn't believe she thought it would be a good idea to attend this party she was throwing, mainly because every interaction they have with each other is anything other than pleasant. The last time she spoke with Rin, she wasn't okay with the reason she denied her request to join the company she was working for. Now Sutton stood at the girl's doorstep, practically setting herself up for nothing more than drama.

I guess it's time to unleash myself to the belly of the beast, Sutton thought to herself as she let out a sigh. She tucked her blonde strands behind her ear and reached up to ring the doorbell of the Davenport residence. Even when Sutton was in high school she was never caught dead at one of Rin's parties. Sutton couldn't believe she was attending one now. She stood there, preparing herself for anything that could fly her way upon the door opening and hoped beyond hope that someone else would've been at this party before her because she definitely wasn't wanting to be the first one to show up. That would mean Sutton would be left alone with Rin for an unpredictable amount of time. This was certainly not okay with her.

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      Jared was currently faced with two difficult decisions that pondered throughout his thoughts as he had just stepped out of the shower. He walked over to the sink and lowered his head with his hands grasped along the sides of the porcelain white sink just mere inches away from him. Jared sighed softly then slowly lifted his head to stare at his reflection and saw someone that he wasn't really happy with. That someone was himself, and the two decisions that he had to deal with in his thoughts were going to Rin's gathering and hearing everyone ask him why he did not attend the funeral or getting back on his motorcycle to the airport to get on a jet.

      He chose the latter and just decided to face the music and just be honest with everyone. Hopefully without making an asshole comment or being too sarcastic with them. Jared continued to think and think as he was getting ready and finally placed the final piece, his left shoe, onto his left foot then sat it down with another sigh. He rested his elbows onto his upper thighs and leaned down a little as he could not believe that he came back to Oakhedge after leaving so abruptly the last time. Jared kind of felt like that was also going to be brought up tonight and started thinking that maybe this was a mistake altogether.

      Jared stood up and started to pack his luggage back up as he did not think he could do this. Shortly after, he had plopped back down on the bed and shoved his face into the palm of his hands, sniffling as he sobbed silently. Why did something such as this had to happen to Matthew, out of all people, why him? He had heard the rumors about Matthew but thought that they were just that, rumors but turns out that they weren't. He mustered up the strength to not cry again as he walked over to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before going back to where the bed was and gave himself one more look over. He was going to this party, no matter what and no matter who was going to confront him, he was going.

      Jared walked out of his room and made sure the door was locked before going down the side flight of stairs toward his motorcycle and strapped on his helmet then straddled himself over his bike. The engine roared as soon as he turned the key that he stuck in the ignition and he slowly backed out of the parking space then got onto the road, heading toward Rin Davenport's residence. He just hoped that he could remember where she stayed. Luckily for him, he stayed at a hotel near her so her home wasn't too far away.

      After he turned around two or maybe three corners and went on some back roads before popping up into a neighborhood, Jared had finally reached his destination. His engine roared but softened to a low hum as he turned the key and then silence fell as he shut off the engine. Jared's eyes flashed upon Rin's doorstep and squinted his eyes as someone was already standing there. From a far distance, he did not know who it was but he removed himself from his bike and kicked the kickstand out so that the bike could lean over but not fall over. His eyes then looked around the premises as he stuffed his hands inside of his jacket pocket with a slow trek up toward the front porch and stood beside the female there. It was Sutton and he just flashed her a half smile before he leaned over and rung the doorbell. This was it and there was certainly no turning back now.

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Character Portrait: Harry Stone Character Portrait: Shailene Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Jared Garcia Character Portrait: Sutton Deveroux Character Portrait: Rin Davenport
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HARRY STONE
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xxxi spent all my years believing in you
xxxbut just can't get any relief, lord
xxxsomebody, somebody,
xxxcan anybody find me somebody to love?

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As he waited for Shay to come pick him up, Harry played around with his camera, headphones in, trying to distract himself. Saying he was looking forward to seeing Shay again just might have been the understatement of the year, but he'd had a moment where he felt like he was a teenager again. Waiting for Shailene to pick him up and praying that his parents didn't find out about the lies she'd spun with that angelic smile. His parents hadn't liked Shailene at first- but she'd been dating Matthew, and they hugely approved of him. Any connection to that name, that power, they wanted. They hadn't needed to know that Harry and Matthew were barely even friends.

As he flicked through the pictures, he landed on one self-portrait that sent a shiver down his spine and made bile rise in his throat. Despite the eyeliner, despite the outfit, he could see his father in that photo. He swallowed and deleted the photo without a second thought, suppressing the temptation to change his outfit into something so much bigger, something his father would never be seen dead in. It was only now that he was out the far side, now that he was actually happy, that he could appreciate how truly miserable he'd been all the way back when. The time spent with his friends- his real ones, not just the ones his parents approved of- were just bright spots in a dark night.

He vaguely heard the horn outside, but it was the text that made him realise who it was. He grinned, quickly patting his pockets to check he had everything, and ran outside to Shay's car. This was perhaps the only thing he had missed about home, these drives where they could talk about anything and everything. He climbed into the car, still grinning. "Hey! Oh my god, you look great!" He gushed. "So, you need to update me on everything that's been going on in your life. It's been way too long." It hadn't been, not really- they'd seen each other at the funeral. Even if Harry hadn't been that close to Matthew, he had still felt a weird obligation to go. But he and Shay hadn't been able to talk, not properly, not like they used to.

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RIN DAVENPORT
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xxxyou know that truth hurts
xxxbut secrets kill
xxxcan't help thinking that i love it still
xxxstill here, there must be something real.

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The doorbell rang, startling Rin out of her reverie. She carefully got to her feet and brushed her dress down with her free hand. As she got to the door, there was a sudden surge of fear, a fear that it mightn't be one of her schoolmates at all, but someone come for her, for revenge. The doorbell rang a second time, and she swallowed that fear, fixed a perfect smile on her face, and opened the door.

Anyone else's smile might have slipped upon seeing who stood there, but not Rin's. Neither Jared or Sutton were her biggest fan, and the feeling was mutual. She just didn't understand them, not really. Rin's boss had asked her to get in contact with Sutton about offering her a job. Apparently Sutton was good, really good. So Rin had called her. And for some reason, Sutton had just turned her down. Not even pretending to think about it. Sure, company loyalty was important, but ambition was moreso. Rin had passed on Sutton's refusal to her boss, and her name hadn't even come up since. But here she was now.

"Sutton! Jared! It's so wonderful to see you both, how have you been?" She asked, her beaming smile still in place. "Please, grab yourselves a drink, there should be food ready once we get a few more people. Three may be a crowd but it's not exactly a party, is it?" She added with a laugh, sipping her own champagne. She'd made sure to get a wide variety of drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. She couldn't remember what everyone liked, but did know at least that champagne wasn't everyone's taste. Even one as expensive and as light and crisp as this.

Having Jared here was doing nothing to ease her worry. She didn't know the exact details, but he'd been involved with something her family had also been involved in, and not in a good way. She didn't particularly have any real desire to hold much of a conversation with him, but she also knew she didn't have a choice. "So, what are you guys up to these days?" She asked, sipping delicately on her champagne.

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Jared continued to stand there alongside Sutton while his hands traveled and rested inside of his jacket's pockets now. His ears heard footsteps approaching the front door and it was Rin that had answered the door. That smiled placed on her face made him scoff a little and her saying that it was wonderful to see them made him scoff even more. Is it really though? Jared thought to himself as he shrugged his shoulders at her question but did not answer her.

With his hands still placed inside of his jacket's pockets, he walked past Rin and entered into her residence. His eyes glanced around the premises while listening to Rin and stifled a chuckle, along with her laugh, at her question. He had immediately gone over toward the beverage area and picked up the bottle of champagne along with a wine glass. Champagne wasn't really his favorite but it'd do, for now. Jared saw the other drinks there but haven't tasted champagne in a long time so he had decided on that.

Jared went over to where Sutton and Rin were and took a seat, where he poured the champagne into the glass then sat the bottle and glass down in front of him. He had taken off his jacket then leaned back in his seat after he had picked his glass back up and took a small sip from it. Her attempt at trying to make conversation amused him a little as he eyed her once she asked her question. He had no desire to respond but took one more sip from his glass, smacked his lips together and leaned up just a little.

His eyes focused on her while he parted his lips to respond. "Well, since you asked, I've been up to much better things after leaving this place." Jared responded bluntly then clasped his glass in between his hands. "What about you, Rin?" He had taken another sip from the glass then chugged the rest down and proceeded to set the glass down in front of him again except with a little more force this time. Jared then leaned back into his seat again and clasped his hands together and rested them in his lap.

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Moments after Sutton's arrival, she heard a bike roaring behind her. With a bit of curiosity she took a peek behind her, only to find Jared. She returned her gaze back to the front door. Sutton never really knew Jared all that well so she had no reason to like him or hate him, she just never really knew him. Sometimes that worried her more than having people around who knew who she was.

A few footsteps were heard close behind her as she heard him make his way up the stairs before he paused beside her. Sutton glanced over at him, only to be met with a half smile. The female gave him a soft smile in return just as she heard her phone going off. It was a message from Jackson. She smirked at the message and shook her head before she started her response.

To: Jax
I'm surprised I'm going as well. I'm actually already here. I guess I'll see you when you get here then.

Sutton sent the message and slid her phone back into her small handbag that hung across her chest. When the door finally opened, her attention went straight towards a face she had been dreading to see the entire time she was back in Oakhedge. Though it was her own fault for even accepting the invite to her party to begin with, but Sutton just needed to get out of that musky old hotel room and try to have some sort of fun. Sutton was taken by even more surprise when she heard Rin's voice. She seemed happy to see her...Had the alcohol already kicked in? Sutton swallowed her thoughts and gave a fake smile as she stepped into the home.

Rin's offer for drinks immediately made her feel that was exactly what she was going to need to get through the night. Sutton walked over to the drink table and poured herself a glass of wine before taking a couple sips from it. Her attention was brought back to Rin as she spoke up again. "So what are you guys up to these days?" At that question, Sutton looked over at Rin and returned her attention back at the glass in her hand. There was no way she was going to answer Rin's question. The woman already knew where Sutton worked, she didn't need to give her any more information about her life. At least not directly from her own lips.

Thankfully the silence was cleared when Jared decided to answer her question, "Well, since you asked, I've been up to much better things after leaving this place." Jared responded bluntly then clasped his glass in between his hands. "What about you, Rin?"

Upon hearing Jared's answer to his question, she gave a slight nod, agreeing with his words. Sutton had been doing a lot better since she left Oakhedge. But there is a fear inside of her she won't even admit to herself. She is scared that being back here will reopen old wounds, turn her into the person she worked so hard to stay away from. That was definitely not the road she wanted to go back down.

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I can never ever hate, don't know about them,
Got my haters asking, "God please, why him?"
Put in too much work to worry about them.


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Sure, he had missed Mathew' funeral and he really didn't particularly care either as they had never been close. These two used to butt heads constantly, perhaps more intensely than it had been with Nas, while with Nas it had always been playful on Zeke's part. They just happened to be so similar... Aside all of that, Zeke had been planning to go to the cemetery and meet the dude eye on eye... or whatever there was left of him behind. The monster was dead and this was the only respect he would offer - one should respect the dead, right? Sure... he wasn't thrilled by this idea, and although he was often stubborn, Zeke wasn't a real bastard, at least not deep within. Deep within which was covered by all the bling and flashiness that he engulfed himself into for the past years.

Rin had been probably one of the few at the becoming party, who had frequented the circles he had back at school, so she was going to be the most familiar aside Jax. That woman was probably the same as ever - proud and snarky, but it didn't matter. He had returned for his own goals and if playing private investigator was one of them, then he was going to go for it. Nothing was going to stop him from going after the truth that was most likely hidden behind Uncle Andy's sudden death. Nothing.

Waiting for his bestie, Zeke' fingers were playing on the wheel of the car along with the beat echoing out from his vehicle and gaining quite curious stares. He didn't care. He wasn't doing this to gain attention, but he did enjoy pissing people off with his presence. Having picked it up after all that had gone down, he did everything to get out of this noose around his throat. Leaning back, he practically grinned to himself, as he saw Jackson coming down and sat into the car beside him. "Nope," he simply stated and offered a playful wink at his friend, taking off from the spot with a loud and low roar of the car, heading towards Davenport Residence. "But you never know, I can still surprise you," he added, then partially ignored what Jax had just told him.

He didn't want to admit to it, but he had to say it: "Look, dude," the bad boy started, "I wanna say that I am super thankful for you coming in. Even if it just for my sake and... maybe, if you can bring your invisible pet over or... just....," he paused, feeling like his usual self was out of it and rambling, "...stay, okay. I need you." Biting down on his lower lip, Zeke felt like he was heating up. Why was he so nervous to ask of this favor from his best friend? They were family... hopefully. Finding a spare pair of keys to his house, Zeke tossed them over to that handsome fellow beside him and simply said, nearing to their location: "Here. Stop wasting your money and come stay with me. I have one more extra room now." Another request, hoping that he wasn't going over the board. The kind of effect Jax had on him was strange, specially seeing each other in person after such a long time. The usual, overflowing confidence that Zeke generally had was now replaced with soft, purring lion cub.

He noticed the crowd that had already arrived at the location, and he didn't care to turn the music down, but actually turned it up a notch - popular, underground hip-hop blasting out, nor did he care if the recognized him at this day of age. He had matured, yet he had become something else - perhaps better version of himself, perhaps the illusion of what he wished to be. He apologized to Jax: "You are free to punish me later. Sorry." Zeke's demeanor changed quite a bit, but he knew that Jackson would understand in the end. Circling around, he was able to find empty spot near to the household with ease, and went for it, stopping. He knew he had attention seeking entrance and he felt satisfied enough.

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Even if Harry spent most of his time playing with cameras, taking more than the odd self-portrait, something in him still hesitated at Shailene's demand for a selfie. If it was just something that would be between the two of them, maybe framed somewhere, he wouldn't have. But he hadn't been living under a rock- he'd seen Shailene's instagram take off, and he knew exactly how big she was. A lot of people would more than likely see this. The desire to slink back into the shadows felt familiar- and that was what made him lean in for the photo, starting with a deliberately overdramatic expression and then breaking into a laugh. And embracing it felt kinda good.

The reminder that he'd just... left made him feel a little guilty. But things had moved so quickly, and he'd just been so glad to get out of there. It wasn't like he'd ghosted anyone, but he'd been deliberately vague about why he was leaving. But Shay's compliment snapped him out of it, making him grin a little bashfully. "Thank Freddie Mercury, honey. My aunt Maria got me started onto Queen, and now I'm an eighties junkie. Honestly, the androgyny of that era? Iconic. The drama? There's nothing like it these days. This," he said, gesturing to the eyeliner smudged around his eyes, "all started when Maria was throwing a costume party. I was completely stuck for ideas, so we went generic glam rock. Makeup, backcombed hair, eyeliner, blush, eyeshadow, leather, I was looking like I had just walked off Top of the Pops and I loved it. The blush and backcombing did not stay, but the leather jackets and eyeliner sure as hell did. Maria's been great, she's just... supported it without a second thought. I think I could walk downstairs wearing a pair of heels at this point and she'd just make sure I had blister plasters before going out."

It was still so foreign to him, having someone who helped shape and mould him, but without controlling, and with complete unconditional support. He could go back to the oversized jumpers, the plain shirts, the shapeless t-shirts tomorrow, and she wouldn't bat an eyelid. She might check in with him to make sure he was okay, but if that was what he wanted, it was what she wanted.

"However, I don't have the vocal range required to actually do the whole glam rock thing, so I'm studying to become a social worker and playing around with my camera the whole time," he added with a grin and a shrug. "So, are you going to tell me how you're doing now?"

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Rin was having to resist the temptation to scowl at Jared, his behaviour reeking of cockiness, and his reply just adding to that. Instead she just smiled and shrugged. "I'm actually working with Sophia McLemore, the editor of Belle magazine. It's amazing, I've been to some huge events, met some amazing people," she said with an elegant smile, deciding that mentioning the facts she'd been to fashion weeks all over the world and had even modeled for Dior in Paris was unnecessary. Upon the doorbell ringing again, she elegantly excused herself from the situation.

The distraction of people coming in gave her an excuse to avoid going back to talk to either Jared or Sutton. Instead, she could effortlessly circulate, chatting to those she knew and welcoming those she was less familiar with. Her glass eventually emptied itself, and she made her way back to the bar to refill her glass. She knew by the lingering stares that followed her around the room that most people weren't even really here to reunite or catch up. They were here to finally get a look in on the infamous Davenport house, see how they really lived. She was just another part of the glamour, another part of the furniture they wanted to sneak a look at. She played along, smiling and laughing and playing the part of the perfect host. There was one or two people she knew from her old friend group, the rich kids who always seemed to float over everyone else. But it was only now that Rin realised she knew nothing about them and that they knew nothing about her.

It was stupid, and she was starting to realise that Matthew was not the type of person that she should miss. But he'd always been so good about making you feel like he was your best friend, like he was so glad to see you. He was good at lying, it seemed. The steady influx of people at least gave her a distraction as she greeted them, stepping outside into the fresh air for a few minutes. It was there she heard the thumping bass from a short distance away and raised an eyebrow, inquisitive as to see who exactly it was.

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Character Portrait: Zeke Mason Moore Character Portrait: Harry Stone Character Portrait: Shailene Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Nas Amasio-Hansen Character Portrait: Jared Garcia Character Portrait: Rin Davenport
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There were still so many questions lingering on the edges of Shailene's mind - where were his parents? did he still talk to them? has he seen them since coming home? why did you leave me? - but the degree of warmth in his explanation stopped her mouth, made her smile even as she drove and listened. Even the way Harry expressed himself through speech was different; not different to the extent that she felt like she was interacting with a completely brand new person, but there was an openness about it she couldn't recall seeing too often when they were younger.

Chuckling at his redirection, Shailene drummed her fingertips on the top of the steering wheel, making a turn past the library that would lead along a long road with nothing but greenery and cable poles with strings high up in the air to connect them. "What's there to say? After graduation, I left, decided that my favorite color oughta be in my hair on a really, really drunken whim that just so happened to go right, and decided to give into the societal vanity derived from social media and even started capitalizing off of it to help pay for school," she explained, though she followed her last point with a playful wink. "Where I still am, by the way. Five year computer science program that's kicking my ass. Don't ask me what comes next 'cause I honestly have not thought that far ahead." She didn't include Matthew, figured it all went without saying. She wasn't shedding no tears at his grave; there was no small memorial in her room or heart anywhere.

Besides, despite how dismissive or overwhelmed by her program she sounded, Shailene loved it. She had always been fascinated with computers, with how they worked and how they could be torn apart and put back together again, how they can be remade. IT work seemed imminent in her future, but she was also pretty sure she could find work anywhere, so she wasn't particularly set on anything just yet. It felt good to study something she genuinely loved in an environment that genuinely loved her and which she can love without hesitation. She wasn't sure what she was going to do when graduation came. "Still, though," she exclaimed, wrapping slender fingers around the steering wheel and flashing Harry a smile. "It's so crazy to see everyone come out after all this time. Can you believe how long it's been since the last time any of us have been to a Rin Davenport party? I remember feeling like shit when I saw those invites go out only to never get one in eighth grade.


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In another life, had it been anyone else, Nas would have stopped to appreciate the music. It was more of his style than any of the dubstep foolishness topped with a dollop of that pop craze that made him need five different joints before he could take them, the norm for the parties his former classmates attended. Sure, they might have added a few of the mainstream hip hop tracks, to which he had to admit taking the time to enjoy from time to time, but underground hip hop was actually a bit more of Nas' taste. Yet and still, despite his initial nodding along to the music whose volume had randomly increased just as Nas was crossing the lush lawn, the stop he made to investigate only resulted in a disbelieving, "Son of a bitch..." And Nas continuing on his pursuit of the interior of Rin Davenport's home and the bar that would hopefully supply him with a glass of a really, really strong whiskey.

If he were being honest, Nas knew there was no real reason for the animosity found in his former relationship with Zeke Moore, whom with narrowed eyes he had been able to recognize outside from the small distance between them. At least, there was no real reason other than being two surprisingly similar people, almost too similar. To the point that all they could do in that scenario was clash. They were older now, he supposed. Perhaps it would be different. Nas had to snort derisively at that. Yeah, right, he thought. The only way that would happen was if Zeke didn't actively seek out attention and considering the blast of music that was unnecessary, but definitely announced his arrival, that was asking for the impossible. So, with hands shoved into his pockets, Nas navigated through the foyer, noting Rin as she interacted with guests but doing well to not bring any of her attention to himself. It was probably good manners to greet the host, but they had never been close. Never interacted much save for passing tests back down their row so that everyone received one, or a passing apology when one brushed against the other in a crowded hallway.

One face did, however, give him pause. Out of muscle memory, he had been on his way to where Rin usually had the bar and the drink set-up, exchanging quick pleasantries with a few people he might have called something akin to friends when his eyes fell on a familiar set of shoulders and dark eyes...except he was different. Not too different that Nas didn't recognize him, but enough for something in him to feel as thrown as he sounded as he inquired, "Yoooo...Jared, is that you?"

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Despite Jackson’s best efforts to be upset with Zeke, he never could. Whether it was now or several occasions before this, he somehow always managed to charm his way out of things and though Jax should have been irritated by it, he simply admired him for that skill. Though, in all honesty, Jackson had never been one to get angry or hold grudges, no matter what monstrosity was done to him. And believe me, there were several. Zeke using flashy cars and unnecessarily loud music were barely something for Jax to bat an eyelash at, and considering the current events, the guy was convinced it was simply his friend’s way of coping with it all. While Jackson had become the kind of person that blurted out every little emotion that came to mind, Zeke was quite the opposite. And perhaps that’s what caught him off guard the most.

”just…stay, okay. I need you” Jackson’s dark eyes settled on Zeke’s face, the request setting in as he attempted to catch the keys being thrown in his direction. In all their years of friendship, he’d never seen the guy be this…sincere. Both with Jackson and with himself. Admitting that he needed help and company wasn’t something Zeke did often, or ever for that matter, leaving Jax at a loss for words. After the initial shock settled and gave way to relief, Jackson’s lips curled into somewhat of a satisfied smile, one hand slipping the keys into his jacket pocket. ”Thought you’d never ask.” he teased, having never expected anything remotely close to this. In fact, a lot of things that happened after Jackson decided to leave Oakhedge had been unexpected, one of them being his and Zeke’s friendship. A flashy troublemaker and an honor roll’s wallflower didn’t exactly scream “the perfect match”.

Several turns and underground hip-hop songs later, the two made it to the Davenport estate, officially marking Jackson’s first time being here. He and Rin weren’t exactly friends during high school, in fact, Jackson wasn’t even sure she knew of his existence. Glamorous and powerful Trinity Davenport had no time for people like him, and he’d never had the courage to talk to her. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to change that. ”Actually, I really needed a flashy entrance.” Jackson stated as the car came to a complete stop. It was the small push he needed to keep him here, if only for a little longer than he originally planned. By the time they made it to the front door, the place was already filling up. Some people he recognized, others he’d never seen before. His first mission, however, was to find Sutton. The moment they walked inside, his eyes searched the crowd for a small, blonde cutie, finding several familiar faces amid his quest. One of them being Rin herself. Deciding to make his search a bit easier, Jax pulled out his phone, sending Sutton a quick message.

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MSG: I'm here, and I reuqest a very long and well overdue hug. Where r u?

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Jared had already made quite the impression, even though he had been inside of the residence for only a few minutes. He was happy with himself outwardly but internally, he was unhappy with the person that he have become after being away for so long. His gaze bounced over toward Sutton, who sat there rather quietly, not that he wanted her to talk or anything because he did not really know her all that well but still, wonders why she was so silent. His eyes flashed back over toward Trinity, who had answered his question in typical Trinity fashion. Jared rolled his eyes, still leaned back in his seat with his hands clasped over his lap.

Rin had gotten up to leave once the doorbell rang again and he just scoffed and shrugged his shoulders while leaning up and grasped the champagne bottle around its neck then leaned back again. ”Whatever.” He’d mutter under his breath and took a big swig from the bottle of champagne then dropped it from his lips and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. People were coming in and going out repeatedly and some he recognized and others he didn’t. Jared just continued to stay in his seat and drink directly from the bottle until someone he knew would enter the premises. Of course, as the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for because Jared got it.

It was his brother from another mother that had greeted him upon his entry and his question made Jared raise a slight brow. He stood up so that he didn’t feel so towered over by Nas and walked over toward him, still with the champagne bottle in his hand. ”Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?” He’d ask whenever he went over to stand beside the person that he was the closest with, well besides Shailene, and the person that almost damaged him by continuously giving him drugs. Though, Jared had to share the blame because he did keep going to Nas to feel some type of way besides the way that he was feeling at the time.

”You sounded surprise to see me here. Didn’t think that I’d come or something?” He’d ask, recalling his greeting from a few moments ago as he had a brow raised up slightly toward him. An assortment of emotions swept through Nas all at once: elation that he was seeing a face he had honestly not anticipated though wanted to see, a rush of anger he had never known he had felt until the second Jared spoke, and hurt that he knew for a fact he’d buried damn near four years ago. Still, though Nas was Nas, and though he felt such torrent feelings, he ultimately stuck to the first: elation.

”Um, yeah,” he exhaled on a chuckle, taking the last step that separated them to give his old friend - no, his brother - a side hug, followed by a sharp clap on the back as he took in this new...really new version of Jared. ”Last I checked, you were - shit, where the hell have you been, man? Didn’t even think you’d know about what happened to Matthew, let alone actually come all the way out.” There was that hurt again, this irrational surge of it because after all these years, Jared just finally showed up. The one person he’d been missing - the second person to just abandon him after he was supposed to have been family - and the guy shows up, and it’s not even really to see him. Not to explain why he ran away, not to see Nas. It was for a dead guy neither of them liked. How the hell else did one feel when they came to such a conclusion?

Jared made a small facial expression at the side hug, which he did not return. All that mushy-gushy stuff did not sit right with him anymore. He lost those feelings long ago. He nearly took a small step forward with the clap on his back then looked up toward Nas, composing himself once they broke apart from each other. ”I’ve been here. I’ve been there. Never really stayed anywhere for too long.” He lied through his teeth before he’d shrug at his last statement. Of course, he heard, it posted on everyone’s social media, which he occasionally took sneak peeks of because of nostalgia feels. ”Yeah. Heard it through the grapevines. Why wouldn’t I have come, Nas? I am not that terrible of a person.”

Jared fully responded then just thought about how close him and Nas really could’ve been before he had disappeared without a trace a few years back. He did not really like Matthew after Shailene was taken from him right underneath his nose. That might’ve been Matthew’s plan all along, or so he thought. Speaking of Shailene, he had wondered where she was and if she was going to make an appearance. Jared cannot imagine what she must be going through right about now but felt for her a little bit. Only a little bit, not much.

Here and there? That’s what Jared decided to stick with. Nas wasn’t the most emotive guy on the block; he knew that about himself. On most days, people assumed that he only had one emotion and that was growly. He didn’t think that was the case, but it was whatever. You can’t change people’s minds. But Jared’s blase attitude about literally being probably everywhere but where Nas would have wanted him had him shoot the other guy an incredulous look. Nas didn’t bother mentioning how empty the hug they shared had felt. ”No...nah, man, I wouldn’t say you are,” he said slowly, carefully, unsure about how to navigate this new territory he found himself in with someone he thought would feel a bit more familiar. This didn’t feel familiar; he might as well have been talking to a complete stranger.

”So, what have you been up to? Still in the drug dealing biz?” Jared asked almost a little too loud for anyone that was around them to hear. He had chugged back a few gulps from the champagne bottle again after he had asked. Jared partaking in alcohol reminded Nas of the shots he swore he was having while stuck in this house, but the question made him long for the burn even more. ”No, actually,” he replied, shifting on his feet, composing himself better at the dark cloud that seemed to descend over his thoughts.

Nas had been doing well, he supposed. Being back in Oakhedge had not been exactly pleasant in terms of where his mind had gone, but it was nothing like Jared bringing it up and to the forefront of his mind. He could still picture pale skin in the moonlight, ghostly pale with lips tinged blue and eyes rolled to the back of her head so far that he mostly saw white. Nas blinked back the shudder that threatened to overtake him, gritted his teeth before continuing, ”No, I gave that up a long time ago. Actually, I stopped some time after you left, to be honest. Wasn’t making as much as I was before.” The last part was a bold-faced lie. Seeing Jared giving in to his own needs for the drugs Nas provided had made him take a second look at what he was doing; seeing the way Michelle died scarred him for life. ”Well, that’s a shame. I could really use a buzz right about now.” Jared responded because he wanted to, no he needed to, feel a little bit numb within this moment. He honestly felt some type of way with the way the atmosphere was surrounding him. ”Trust me, no it’s not,” Nas said immediately, hands back in his pockets again. He refused to go back to drugs, at least the hard ones. Never again. With that thought in mind, from his left pocket, he pulled out a pre-wrapped joint, his supply having come in just before he returned to Oakhedge. He liked it better from outside their small town; more possibilities - more healthier, and less you-could-probably-die-cuz-you-don’t-know-what’s-mixed-in-your-weed-like-I-do possibilities. ”There ain’t nothing I sold you back then that this can’t get you just as numb over. I can promise you that.” He told the other guy, extending the stick to him. Nas had a pretty big stash; he had prepared for the trip and knew that some part of him was going to need more than his usual. It was probably a splurge he was going to feel when it was time to go back home, a loss of a random sandwich craving near his job, but it was worth it for this shit town and its shit memories.

Jared’s eyes flashed down toward the pre-wrapped joint and nearly went ballistic. He knew that he could always count on Nas to distribute the good stuff and he hung on to his words before he replied. ”We should go ahead and light it up then, Nas.” He would’ve said bro there normally but right now, things weren’t so normal between them or anybody else for that matter. Too bad that it seems like he was officially done with the drugs. Jared could’ve used it while he was in town. ”You see anything stronger than champagne over there, man?” Nas asked, nodding over to where the rest of the drinks were. ”Never saw you as much of a champagne guy before.” Jared eyes fell upon the bottle of champagne in his hands at his statement then eyed the beverage area to respond toward Nas. ”Uh.. I don’t know, man. I just grabbed the largest thing I saw.” He said then commented on his previous statement. Nas was already chuckling over his words. That sounded about right, about Jared enough for his shoulders to lose a bit of the tension it developed. ”Well, gotta change it up every now and then. Plus, I do not think little Miss Trinity over there would appreciate me getting drunk at her…” His eyes scanned the room before they fell upon Nas again. ”Whatever this is because it damn sure isn’t a party or else, someone would have a lamp shade over their head and dancing on top of the coffee table.”

Jared had managed to get a laugh out over his lips, shaking his head as it felt good to be around Nas. Even though, he wasn’t showing it right now, he did miss Nas but not for just the drugs but for the brotherhood that they had established together. ”Maaaaannn...I don’t - I don’t know what this is either, to be honest,” he admitted and glanced about the room. ”Just looks like a bunch of bored people wanting to see what’ll happen next. Pretty sure they’ve all got a running bet over which one of us gonna keel over and die next.” Even before, when Nas did attend a Davenport party, things had been livelier, worth the awe and admiration that Rin managed to derive from their peers. This...this was a completely different thing entirely. And though he felt a little bit more at ease at the moment, there was still something nigging him at the back of his neck, as if something could happen at any minute.

Jared laughed a bit too hard at his comment about the people that was around them. Rin was usually a good hostess but today, it seemed like she wasn’t up for the task, given the circumstances. Jared looked around before he had leaned over and rested his face on Nas’ shoulder before he tapped him on the shoulder in the process. ”You know, I don’t think there’s anyone in the back. We could go ahead and smoke that joint that was mentioned earlier.” His words were almost teasing like but he really did mean it. This place was dead, for sure, along with some of the people that were there too. If it had been a few years earlier, the party and house would be lit but now, crickets would have a parade in this place. It sucked. He lifted his head up just a little then rested the palm of his hand on Nas’ shoulder and looked at him. ”Come on, it’d be like old times.” Jared was practically begging and pleading at this point. It was his usual act way back whenever he used to do the hard drugs, which he received from Nas.

Nas chuckled again, tucking the joint between a few of his fingers to hide it from unwanted eyes. He probably should have recognized better Jared’s need to be supplied for what it is, but it was that familiarity he had been looking for that Nas ultimately succumbed to. He’d never go back to anything harder, anything stronger and more liable to kill. He didn’t have the heart. But this right here - and with an old friend, at that? Sign him the fuck up. ”Yeah, sure,” he exclaimed. ”Lead the way, man.” It did not take Jared a second to lift his foot up off of the ground and head towards the back, his free hand waving for Nas to follow him.

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"Your wish is my command," Zeke laughed over Jax' comment on the flashy entrance they just pulled. Before he let his friend separate from him, he just simply stated: "If you are in trouble, find me. And as for our promise," he had gotten closer to Jax, having almost no distance between them, "I will be sober for you." He turned around, and nodded to someone he noticed and recognized, but that was all the care he had for his former friend.

So, this was it. The party, which Zeke wasn't too fond of at that moment. Sure, he had been to a lot different ones, and this kind was no stranger to the Moore' offspring. His family bathed in money, and although uncle Andy was always seemingly a lot more poor, Zeke knew that the man had money... not that he really cared, since his deals in drug industry brought him just enough and although his mother kind of hated the kid, she still spilled quite the big allowance on him. Stopping the car, he stepped out and noticed people staring down at him - some surprised, some not quite recognizing that face of his. Instead of the pretense bad boy, there was no a real one. Wearing the designer outfit, he absolutely shone out of everyone and it made him smirk to himself.

Trailing after Jackson like a lost puppy, Zeke found himself staring Jax' back. That kid had grown up quite a lot, and he had witnessed it all as the time had passed. Although there had been a distance between them, he still had felt closer than ever. All these long calls during nights, when Zeke wasn't able to sleep. All those long calls during rehab. All those long calls just for being there for him. Was Zeke really this blessed to have Jax in his life? Izzy felt like Jax had become his guardian angel, like his...

His attention was caught by small group of people that he used to hang out frequently in the past, and he lost his friend' into the crowd that had taken over the manor. Turning to them, he greeted them with not much of enthusiasm, but instead it was something cold, remaining in the lines of politeness. His former companions were surprised by his actions, but Zeke didn't give a damn, really. Waving at them, he turned to walk away and noticed Rin right in front of him. Giving a simple nod, he finally spoke. His voice was lower than during the high school, it had rather cool and sexy, charming tone to it: "By the look on your face, I can assume that you really didn't think through while planning all this, did you?" Standing beside her, he looked over the people around them.

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There was still a question lingering on Harry's mind, even as Shailene spoke. He'd gathered that her and Matthew weren't together when he died, and they hadn't been for a while before that. Harry couldn't say he was surprised. He'd been one of the few people to see the tension underneath the surface, to see that it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. But he still wanted to ask. What happened? He'd heard the rumours, how much had she known? And was she okay? She sure as hell seemed it, but she'd seemed happy all the way back then too.

The change of topic as they moved on to the infamous Rin Davenport party was appreciated. He rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, I know. People looked at me like I was insane when I said I wasn't going in our sophomore year. Nobody said no to one of those golden invitations. And then you brought me along anyway," he said. He'd gotten away with it by downplaying what kind of party it really was and by saying he was going with Matthew. Shailene had actually told most of them, his parents had just believed him. He'd lived on his nerves all evening, but had still managed to enjoy himself somehow. He still hadn't seen anything quite like it since. She knew how to throw a party, and a classy party as well.

As they approached the house, Harry pointed out a parking spot for Shay, his heart starting to pound at the thought of the party, partially due to anxiety, but also to excitement. He wanted people to see who he had become, to see how he had grown. But would they like him? Would they even care? Would they remember him? That one part of his brain that wanted to seek out comfort told him go back, retreat to safety, hide where it was comfortable. But the bold, angry part of his brain was what made him climb out of the car and hold out his arm for Shay to take. "Shall we?" he said with a grin.

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Things weren't going well, and beneath the surface, that was driving her crazy. Everybody seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for something to happen, watching each other, watching her. Honestly, all they needed was a thunderstorm, an overdramatic detective, and a dead-

She caught herself mid thought, realising that it... well, wasn't exactly in good taste. Especially after it had been revealed that Matthew had been murdered. She had questioned the wisdom of her decision, throwing this party. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, a chance to let everybody let off steam. But as she poured herself another glass of champagne, it seemed like nobody actually wanted to let off steam, they just wanted to... sit and stare at each other, by the looks of things.

The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and she spun around to see who it was. She wasn't sure who she was expecting to see, but it sure as hell wasn't Zeke Moore. As far as Rin had been concerned, he'd just disappeared off the map altogether. So promising, and then just... nothing. She would have been lying if she said she wasn't curious to see what had happened to him. And now, here he was, standing in front of her.

"Seems I forgot we're not in high school any more and people have coping strategies that aren't just getting drunk," She remarked wryly. "Or else we're all just so damn suspicious of each other after all that shit that came out about Matthew," she added, rolling her eyes. Then she sighed, glancing around and leaning against the bookcase beside her. "So. How are you? Where've you been? You dropped off everyone's radar without warning," she remarked with a teasing grin.

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Got my haters asking, "God please, why him?"
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He wasn't sure he was up to the bar to even be there, after all Zeke kind of ditched most of them and Jackson had been probably the only link to the rest of their former classmates and schoolmates. Jackson was truly the only person he actually gave damn about at that point, the only person to see through certain moods and acting patterns of this boy who once had big future ahead of himself.

Zeke had been thinking of indulging himself into the alcohol that was present, sure he could go into his most secret stash, hidden away at Andy's, but promise was a promise and thus, he wasn't going to get on that path again. Of course, there were many temptations in this house, presented for him on this golden plate, but Zeke was going to take the opposite course, unlike what people had been expecting of him. At this point, his pretense self had become a game of sorts, and the main player to trick had become himself.

The young Moore just ignored her remark about Matthew, he knew better not to touch the subject. There were a lot of rumors circling around and Zeke himself just happened to maybe know if some of those were true, but submitting into those he would danger his own secrets to be spilled. He wasn't going to risk on that. "I guess I was trying to find out who I am," he replied to her, grinning and flashing those healthy row of teeth. Zeke had been ready to be bombarded by all sorts of questions, some as directly as Rin in front of him. "Let's be honest. People here don't give a darn thing what one does. All they are trying to dig up is some hidden skeletons." Zeke looked around them, then turned at Rin and asked a question in return: "How about you? Are you one of the diggers or hiders?"

His addictions, his trauma, his preference to gender, his everything - it had to be kept a secret. Frankly, Zeke had even prepared himself in case someone asked anything about his and Jax' relationship. After all they were rather.... unpredictable pair of friends.

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"Well, you know what they say," Shailene sang merrily, "misery loves company." It hadn't been the most miserable situation to have been in; for Shailene to be as "skinny" as her grandmother accused her of having been in high school, Shailene had scarfed down a number of hors d'oeuvres during the event in question, an attempt to keep her brain-to-mouth-filter from acting up. Contrary to Harry's own belief that she "dragged him there anyway," Shay called the night a success in that Harry even showed up and she'd only had one mishap with Matthew, and that was because she'd spent the majority of the night under another boy's (Harry) arm. Shailene had figured the bruising of her wrists a win in comparison to the could-have-beens.

Shay followed his parking directions, recognizing who should or would be present based on the cars she remembered them driving in high school or at least their parents' vehicles. As much as a lot of her former classmates liked boasting about their wealth and all that jazz back in the day, an older Shay was more inclined to see them for what they are and not the envy-inspiring brats who made her roll her eyes behind mangas she covered with textbooks, and about whom she gagged behind their heads as they turned to get lauded for what they considered humor, i.e. picking on a classmate they considered lesser than them. It was those thoughts that made her smile now, a little giddy at the prospect of being among such a group again. Before, when she had graduated, Shailene had yearned to escape. She wanted to leave behind the pitying stares because Matthew cheated on her, leave the ghosts of his abuse in the dark corners, leave behind herself - and now she was back, and still a bit of herself. Still a touch of that girl from before, but better now - stronger. And it was that desire for them to see it, when she had once wanted to hide away and never return, that had her returning Harry's grin with an exuberant, "We shall!"

Taking his arm, Shailene closed her door and locked the vehicle, dropping her keys into her clutch as they walked towards the house. "Ooooh, remember that one time everyone talked about Donovan cuz he barfed all over the Davenport's mustang junior year. I'm pretty sure everyone was ready to shit their pants every day of that week that she was pissed with him," Shailene recalled, noting the lack of said classic car. She never did find out what happened to it then, opting not to bring it up whenever she had been in Rin's presence for fear of...honestly, Shailene didn't know what the hell she had really feared about Rin Davenport when they were younger. If it had been fear at all. She just knew that Rin had inspired this feeling of...of inferiority, and perhaps that was why Shailene both admired and cowered before the girl. She had never been able to tell if Rin liked her much, as she herself never had any real issues with the other girl, but amidst it all, Shailene had respected her. Wished she could stand as tall and as strong as Rin appeared, especially when she couldn't. She didn't think she feared the girl - err, woman - now, but perhaps the fates decided to test that theory because amidst all the familiar faces Shailene spotted upon entering the house with Harry, the one she recognized by name was Rin. "Oh shit, it's Rin," she hissed under her breath to Harry, tugging him closer imperceptibly. "I feel like I'm ten again and waiting for her to go off because Sammy Chastain scuffed her Salvatore Ferragamos."

A middle school Shailene would have scurried off behind a corner somewhere until Rin passed her by; high school Shay would have smiled too hard and ducked behind Matthew, even if it was the least safest place in the world. Adult Shailene felt the residual panic knot in her belly, even as she took those careful strides into Rin...and Zeke's spaces. And if she happened to be dragging - and yes, Harry could actually accuse her of dragging him this time - Harry along, then so be it. Misery really does love company...and what kind of guests didn't greet their hostess? "Rin!" Shailene exclaimed and was surprised her damn self when her smile was genuine, not frozen. As she reached the duo, Shailene released Harry and embraced Rin in a side-hug she immediately winced over, pulling back to ramble, "Oh crap - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hugged you - not that I'm sorry about hugging you because I'm a hugger now, but I'm all about consent and I didn't get that from you, which is my fault and shit - I'm doing the thing....Zeke!" Wincing again, this time because of the flurry of words that had escaped her mouth, Shailene stamped down on the age-old reflex to shrink away by turning her smile to Zeke, whom she also extended a quick hug to on a reflex that insisted that she not not embrace him too. "It's been a minute, how are you guys? You remember Harry, right?"

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It felt like Zeke was avoiding the question a little, something that frustrated Rin at the back of her mind. Then again, it had been years since they'd spoken. He couldn't be sure she was the same person, in the same way she knew he couldn't possibly be the same person. Maybe opening up their hearts to people that could very well be perfect strangers now wasn't the best idea. At his question, Rin just raised an eyebrow and smirked, shrugging a little. "Who says I can't be both?" She asked. Two could play at the game of mystery. She had enough skeletons to hide; between what her family did for a living and why she'd been whisked away so suddenly. She'd never fit in at the Swiss school- a little too rough around the edges, a little too many shadows behind the eyes. But she'd fooled everybody, and that was all they wanted to see.

She was momentarily distracted by the entrance of a pair of newcomers. Her eyes instinctively narrowed and her smile dropped a little as she didn't recognise them. Party crashers would not be well received. Unknown to most, she had security hidden around the grounds and the house, ready to intervene at a moment's notice. Only the truly brave or the truly idiotic would try and gatecrash a Davenport party. And then, as Shailene called her name, Rin realised exactly who they were, and her smile returned, surprisingly genuine. She was surprised when Shailene hugged her, but not in a bad way. The other girl had always been somewhat meek, hiding behind Matthew and constantly afraid of stepping a toe out of line. Rin saw a glimpse of that as Shailene gushed an apology for the hug, but there was no way in hell this was the Shailene that Rin had known in school. It was only as Shailene introduced him that Rin even recognised Harry Stone.

"It's great to see you, Shailene, Harry. I hardly even recognised the two of you at first! And don't worry about the hugging, I would have given my consent anyway," she said, raising an eyebrow a little teasingly. "I've been... good. Busy. But I'm sure nobody here wants to hear about the ins and outs of the fashion industry, how are you doing? Shailene, I was... so sorry to hear about Matthew, about... everything." She didn't want to gush or be invasive. She'd heard the stories about the cheating, just like everybody else. She didn't know about how it ended and frankly she didn't want to know, but she didn't want to waltz around the elephant in the room either.

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There was something about approaching the Davenport house that still gave Harry the chills. He could remember the exact incident that Shailene described. There had been a tangible tension among their class the whole week as they watched Rin with baited breath. Rumours flew about what her family had done to Donovan as a punishment. Apparently "send him the bill" hadn't been quite dramatic enough. Perhaps understandably so, however, as Rin herself had seemed notably on edge. Well, as on edge as the resident ice queen ever seemed. But the invitations had still gone out to the next party. Donovan, however, had been denied one, a grudge that Rin had never dropped. He wondered if he'd even been invited to this one.

Harry hadn't even noticed Rin until Shailene whispered about feeling ten again. Rin had hardly changed. As always, she seemed a tad overdressed, and as always, she pulled it off flawlessly. She was talking to Zeke, who had... changed a lot. Just as much as Harry, it seemed. Harry would have preferred to at least have a drink in his hand before talking to either of them, but instead, Shailene was dragging him over to them. He fixed a smile on his face as they reached them and Shailene embraced Rin. Even as Rin shrugged it off, Harry decided against trying the same thing, instead just nodding at both her and Zeke as Shailene mentioned him. Rin was as gracious as always, it seemed.

The comment about Matthew put Harry a little on edge. Him and Rin had been friends as far as he knew, and he wasn't entirely sure what to expect next. He knew for sure he didn't want to deal with that drama without some alcohol. He cleared his throat. "It's great to see you too, Rin, looking beautiful as always. I'm going to get a drink, can I get anyone anything?" He asked, noting Rin still had a glass mostly full of champagne in her hand.

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"Yeah?" the tall man inquired at Rin's question, "Sounds like you could become my ally while staying around. There is something I wanted to ask from you, though..." Yet, both of them were interrupted by two figures from the past.

His face remained the same, and although Zeke had been craving some alcohol recently, he had a big issue - a dilemma - to drink or not, but the moment he suddenly saw Harry and Shailene in front of him, all the emotions he once had in the past flushed over him, and he just felt the need to drown all over again. If he was going to cause some problems later that evening and night, he would gladly take that role of an asshole upon himself. It wasn't far to reach, anyhow. Seeing Harry made him think of Toby all over again, and it made Zeke feel sick... had he really fallen in love with Toby back at college only because that one reminded him of Harry so much? Zeke didn't know, but all he knew was that he was alive and he was unable to save Toby from drowning.

A sudden skin ship from Shailene, but it had escaped as fast as it had appeared; Zeke was just nodding to the two, eyeing Harry with slight curiosity. "Yo," was the only greeting that came from him, from Zeke who was leaning against the bookshelf with a cool, smug aura coming from the Moore heir. But after the words from Rin about Matthew, Zeke drew his dark eyes at Shailene, a rush of sudden emotion of wanting to escape this place flowing over him. He could've easily just do that, but Jax was here and he... wasn't going to leave without at least seeing Nas face to face once.

"I've already got my own," Zeke finally spoke and reached into his fashionable coat' inner pocket and pulled out silver flask, and offering a smug grin, which was more on the side of being playful rather than cocky, "Blue Label at your service," he added, offering a sexy raise of his left eyebrow. Opening the flash, he took a big swing of it, letting tis expensive taste set on his tongue, then burning up all his insides for a moment. It was a bad thing for him to drink, having been sober with difficulty for couple of months then. "Ah, fuck it... Jax can drive later, or I'll just take a cab," he thought to himself, "besides I doubt anyone else but him knows about my demons."

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Overeager, her brain accused her, even as her smile widened at Rin's reply, You're still too fucking overeager. It didn't matter. It didn't matter anymore because although those jitters still existed, Shailene was not ten years old again and Rin Davenport was not some untouchable scion placed in their midst to remind them all of their inferiority. And Shay would continue to tell herself that for as long as she remained in this small town with its small people and the memories of a small, stupid girl she once remembered seeing in the mirror.

It seemed an even greater test then when Rin brought up Matthew, as she was wont to do. As she had the right to do, especially considering he had literally just died. Still, it reminded her of high school and people questioning her about his whereabouts because she'd always been his favorite accessory, hanging from his pocket and too rough hands like the broken ragdoll Shailene had been sure Rin - and everyone else - had managed to see her as. They had just been polite enough to never say it to her face. Her smile dimmed, though not for the reason Rin might think. "I wasn't," she heard her own voice state, distant and emotionless. Too honest, her mind screamed. Shailene blinked, shaking away at an unseen force. "I-I-I-I-I mean...I didn't - I'm numb, I think," she better supplied and hurriedly added to Harry at his escape for drinks, "Wine, please. Red, if any." Turning back to Rin and to Zeke, the latter of which pulled out a flask Shailene tried to not actively salivate over, she continued to explain, "I didn't know how to feel wh-when I got the call and I don't...I don't think I know how to now." Too much. Shailene cursed her brain and mouth once more, at their reluctance to be silent when even gently pressed. She shrugged for good measure then, trying not to let the rest spill - the vitriol, the rage, the...tears? Did she want to cry? "I guess I just thought I'd get the chance - " To hit back, to rant and rage, to scream, to curse " - I never got to say goodbye."

She hoped she had sounded sad enough, like the ex-girlfriend and once upon a time future possible wife of a dead classmate the preacher had stated was gone too soon. She hoped she added the right amount of tremor and though the stutter was actually genuine in an effort to conceal the most honest thing she'd said in the beginning, she hoped that her eyes reflected regret, grief. It was easier, however, when she brought a small smile back to her lips. Genuine. "Still, though, this is a party and I know it's been a somber few days, but this just won't do, don't you two think?"

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"No thank you, Harry," she said in response to him asking if they wanted any drinks, holding up her mostly full glass as an answer. Her eyebrow arched as Zeke pulled a flask from his pocket, declaring it to be blue label. A sharp but playful retort was on her tongue, but she held it back; a good decision as she saw Shay's reaction to the question. It seemed genuine enough, but Rin felt like there was something else there. Something she didn't dwell too hard on. It wasn't her place to pry. She felt like Shailene would afford her the same courtesy.

"I completely agree. However, despite my best efforts and the sheer amount of top quality alcohol on offer, people just don't seem to be in to it," she remarked, glancing around. God, her parties used to be legendary, and she'd be damned if this one went down as a failure. Had even more rumours about her family, hell, Rin herself gotten out? Had any of them even been true? She shrugged it away as Harry reappeared with a glass of red wine for Shay and a glass of what looked like Coke, presumably with something else. She held up her glass to them.

"Here's to fresh starts. Leaving the past behind and all that jazz," she declared. "Now, what do they say? The best leader leads by example? Well, then, gentlemen and lady, I think that's exactly what we need to do." She drained her glass and started for the nearest dance floor, hoping they would follow. She could feel the eyes following her, and that gave her a steely determination. She was Trinity Davenport, and she would give them something to talk about if it killed her. But this party would not be deemed a failure. Whatever else happened, it would not be a failure.

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