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    || DARBY BUCKLEY || interacting with: jenny


    ❀❀ darby didn’t go to parties. throughout her four years of high school, darby had yet to attend a single party, and hardly even hung out with friends. darby spent her friday nights with her brother, or picking up extra shifts at the arcade, or even just trying to catch up on all the sleep she missed during the week. thats probably why it was so surprising when she showed up to jennifer’s house that night, probably why people stared and gawked and murmured when they saw her there. in hindsight, it was probably really stupid to go. she knew she wouldn’t have any fun, knew that the most exciting thing she’d get to do was sip on some cheap spiked punch all night. still, even knowing this darby couldn’t stop herself from going. her brother was having a nasty fight with his girlfriend, the arcade was closed this late at night, and there was no way in hell she could sleep with all that shouting. jennifer’s house was really her only option, unless she wanted to sit outside her house until some strange man came and kidnapped her. which, evidently, she didn’t.


    darby wasn’t stupid- she knew to expect some trouble doing a stupid thing like this, so none of their stares or petty gossips really got to her. she knew the kind of people that would be at this party, including the devil of a hostess herself, and knew they’d be tearing her apart the minute they heard word of her attendance. it was just the price she had to pay for free booze, she guessed. that didn’t mean darby came unprepared though, if the little switchblade hidden deep in her pocket meant anything. these dicks had never gotten physical with her, nor was darby intending to actually use it on anyone, but dumb teenagers did dumb shit after drinking. if they tried anything, all darby had to do was wave the knife around until they backed off. it was a simple plan, one darby could only hope wouldn’t blow up in her face.


    and so, semi-confident in her safety, darby poured herself a glass and sat down, waiting patiently for whatever hell was about to come her way. she took slow, gentle sips, seemingly savoring each drop. her brother had taught her how to drink without getting absolutely trashed, and though darby wouldn’t mind being a little shitfaced right now, she knew it was dangerous at a scene like this. as she took her last sip, her eyes locked with a certain platinum-blonde bitch she’d been hoping to avoid. as soon as she realized where she was looking, she averted her gaze, but it was too late. the damage was done. they’d made eye contact; darby noticed jennifer, and jennifer must have noticed her back. teeth catching her bottom lip, her fingers tensed around the plastic cup, gaze glued on her drink as she tried to pretend like it never happened. she was keenly aware of the knife at this point, the way it felt pressed against her through the cloth of her shorts, its position, how quickly she could reach for it.


    ❀❀ I THINK I LEFT MY CONSCIENCE ON YOUR FRONT DOORSTEP



    || HEATHER CLARKE || interacting with: the kiddo squad


    ❀❀ “i’m rolling to seduce.” heather was finally starting to feel comfortable around her friends again. two years deep into her treatment, and finally, fucking finally, could she look liam in the eye again, or reply to what nicole was saying, or laugh whenever alex overreacted to something. hell, she could even laugh at one of oliver’s jokes again! it was such a gratifying feeling, like she’d finally done something with her life. of course, other thoughts would soon creep in, thoughts of self-loathing and disappointment for feeling so proud of something so simple, but she shoved those nasties to the back of her mind for now. she could cry about it later, but right now? heather was too busy trying to save her party from a nasty (but pretty) witch, threatening to turn the lot of them into frogs. “we... we, um, don't need to fight right now. we should save up our strength for whatever o - overpowered boss liam expects us to beat next.” a good excuse, considering otherwise, her party might have thought she wanted to seduce the witch for other, more lesbianistic reasons... which, y’know, would have been completely wrong obviously.


    fingers scrambling for the dice, she was quick to scoop them up into her shaky little palms and give them a few shakes. twenty times exactly, with an extra for good luck, before she threw them out and onto the table and- “a twenty! that’s gotta be a success, right?” heather almost felt guilty. whenever she joined a campaign, she was either the party’s saving grace or their painful downfall. the poor kid could only roll a twenty or a one, nothing in between. either she failed horribly (and probably died along the way), or she was just as overpowered as the monsters liam thought up. either way, it seemed to frustrate the hell out of liam, not that heather really blamed him. “ooo, can she go turn the boss monster into a frog? c - can she give us all a temporary plus three in s - strength?” heather grinned, before she realized just how wide her smile was, face falling in turn.


    it was no secret that heather was self-conscious. not just about her body or her personality, but about her life in general. i mean, with how many times she’d nearly died, she often wondered if the universe had wanted her to exist at all. why else would they make someone so unlucky? why else would they give one kid so much baggage? it just didn’t make sense. her therapist told her time and time again that thoughts like these were normal, that it made sense to feel so astray after going through something like that. heather’s pretty sure she was just telling her that to make her feel better. after all, how normal could a girl like her be? she couldn’t even talk to her best friends for two goddamn years because of it! that couldn’t be normal- that had to be a new, pathetic kind of unusual. “how powerful i - is this witch, anyways?” her voice quivered slightly, a quirk her friends had grown used to over the years.


    ❀❀ I GO TO BED WITH ALL MY LIGHTS TURNED ON SO I DON’T SLIP AWAY

    Lisa Day

    Stressed • 39 • Liam's mom



    • *To enter later*



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    Nicole Clark

    Nic • 16 • Skater



    • Nicole Clark, a simple sixteen year girl with a passion for skating. She had good grades in school, her parents were good to her. Her life was perfect, course there were the occasional bumps and curves, but Nic would gladly do it all over again. That was what she thought in the beginning any way. Now, it seemed fate had decided to play a cruel joke on her, everything she cared about was gone. Her sister was gone. It wasn't fair Jeanne was only ten years old, she had so much life a head of her. 'If I only hadn't been so dumb.' She couldn't help but think now a days. She had brought her sister to an end.


    Nic and Jeanne's parents had a particularly nasty fight that night. She had only wanted her to stop frowning, to stop feeling like their fight as there fault. So she had suggested that her and Jeanne go skating to help get their minds off things. Jeanne had been so against it. Nic could still hear her voice. "Nic I don't think it's such a good idea." Jeanne looked up at her with big ,innocent, blue eyes. Just thinking about them only made the anger buddle in her chest. "Come on it will be fine, I promise." She had smiled at her sister, encouraging the younger girl to softly nod her head. Why wouldn't it be safe, her big sister was always there to protect her, Nic should have listened to Jeanne that night.


    It was just the two of them, Nic had led them down the back road that would eventually make it's way to Liam's house. Nic knew that one of his mom's baked goods was bound to make Jeanne smile. Nic softly smiled at that thought, she had skated only a few feet in front of Jeanne. She could hear the wheels of her sister's skates behind her, reassuring the teen Jeanne was still behind her. Admittedly this area of Hawkins was a bit unsettling. The woods surrounded the woods and the shadows stretched out into the road giving off the appearance of arms. "Nic where-" Before Jeanne could finish they were suddenly surrounded by noise, tree limbs breaking like crazy and there was yelling. It was coming from Jeanne.


    Nic turned around just in time to see something drag Jeanne into the woods. It was so fast that Nic would have missed it if she hadn't turned around, or was her mind playing tricks on her. "Jeanne!" Her sister's name ripped from her throat, she knew she couldn't follow into the foods on her skates. As fast as she could she bent down and began to rip the laces of her skates to try and get them off faster. She could hear her sister's cryies, screaming for her come save her. Nic threw her skates off not even bothering the put her shoes on which were tied to the belt loop of her shorts. "Jeanne!" She ran into the woods, her socks not providing much protection for her feet, she didn't care all that mattered was reaching her sister before it was too late.


    Even if Nic could have made it in time, it wouldn't have been of use any way. She was panting heavily by the time she reached a small clearing with in the trees. The tears in her eyes and the surrounding darkness made it impossible to see beyound two feet in front of her. "Jeanne, where are you!" She yelled into the darkness. What happened next couldn't be erased from her mind, landing in front of her with a sicking thud, was the mangled body of Jeanne. Once so full of life, Nic couldn't even find words to describe the state she was in. The only way she knew it was her, was because of the once pastel pink skates, which were now stained with blood. Nic didn't have the time to feel anything, everyhing else happened like a bad dream. She could see it, not clearly but she could tell the thing was at least twelve feet tall. It let out a roar before swiping at her with its powerful tail. She didn't know how she made it out of there alive, the only evidence of her encountering the thing was the three giant cuts on her left leg.


    She had been running on pure adrenaline when she had limped her way to Liam's house, Lisa opening the door for her. The woman's smile fell like pebble into a pound. "Help me." After her broken voice slipped out she passed out on the Day's porch. She almost died of blood loss, and honestly sometimes she wished she had. She woke up in the hospital two days later, doctor's said a combination of shock and blood loss had kept her under. She could remember her parents crying ,mainly her mom, when she awoke. She faintly remembered Tempest Harlow, the town sheriff asking her questions about what had happened to her sister. She could only stare at the wall, Nic was never the same after that.


    Now Nic was inside of some dusty ass basement, surrounded by a bunch kids playing some stupid board game. She didn't even know why she was here in the first place, oh that's right a boy who had recently gained interest in her named Alex ,though he had requested Xander, had dragged here. It was painful looking at the younger kids, all she could see was her little sister Jeanne, she would have loved playing with them. Nic didn't know Liam very well, but she knew of him and she felt Jeanne and him wouald have been good friends. That's when her thoughts went bitter again. 'This is so dumb, Heather is trying to seduce a witch.' She thought with a subtle roll of her eyes, but her glare quickly softened. She cared about them so much and there was no way in hell she was going to let that thing take her friends. 'You don't belong, you aren't even playing.' She scolded within her head as she watched them play their game. She wished she could be blissfully unaware like them, her sister safe, but she knew it couldn't be like that.


    Nic just went back to intensely watching the group play their game, kind of smiling at Heather. She liked the younger girl. She could understand her. After the incident with her sister, she had been sent into therapy to make sure she mentally recovered from the whole thing. The cuts on her leg now big eye-catching scars, she hadn't even tried to hide them either. She didn't see the point in hiding them. "Don't worry Heather, I'm sure you did great." She said softly with a hesitant smile. She was still nervous when it came to comforting people, it was like she had forgtten how to. She still tried though.



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    ((Lisa will enter next post, it is getting late and I really wanted to post for Nic))

    ⚄ - LIAM DAY // interacting with: his friends!

    Liam blinked- the action to seduce whatever bad guy he threw at them wasn’t new, he was just bewildered by how fast they had given up on making a fresh plan. Instead, they went for their classic- seduce whatever was in front of them. Liam wasn’t actually sure what seducing involved. As far as he knew, it was like… trying to get someone to kiss you? He had explained this hunch to Alex, and Alex had just laughed. So... he’s gotta be at least a little close to being on the right track. He was just glad that nobody expected him to roleplay it or something. Liam only ominously nodded at the mention of an overpowered boss. It was always fun to see them guessing about what he was going to do next- it let him know that he was doing a good job at keeping everybody entertained.


    Even though Heather’s rolls usually wrecked whatever cool thing he had been planning for the session, he was glad that she was finally coming over to play again. Liam hadn’t known what had happened to her- all he ever heard was his mom and Heather’s talking in hushed voices over the phone just so the kids wouldn’t hear. He was even more confused when she didn’t come to the session he had planned, or spoken to him, or looked at him, like... at all. Liam had vigorously tried to fix whatever he had done wrong to get Heather to stop interacting with him. Apparently, it had worked, because now she was back after a pretty long character hiatus. He didn’t wanna kill her character off or anything, so he had just… let them go off and party for a while. A really long while. As for Nic... Alex had dragged her here, and she didn't look too happy about it.


    Liam squinted and furrowed his brow after Heather had announced her roll. Her character had gone above and beyond, so… they could succeed. For now. Liam smirked at the thought of coming up with a brilliant plan to somehow turn this around on them. “Oh, yeah, that works.” He confirmed. He pursed his lips in thought at the next question. “Well, she’ll help you out in the next fight.” Liam smiled. Curse his nice demeanor, he should’ve made this harder! “You don’t know how powerful she is. She hasn't cast any spells yet, so you can't tell.” Challenge 8, and I had built her custom stats and everything!


    🗡- 09 // interacting with: her own thoughts?

    There was far less snow here compared to the last time she had been in the forest. Of course, she barely remembered what it looked like- it was nothing like the pictures Cain had let her see. What she had seen was bare ground covered in brown, dead leaves. Trunks of thin, weak-looking trees sticking out of the ground like needles.

    ...She hated needles.

    This is what the world looks like, he had said. This is what humans cause. Do you really want to go out into a wasteland? Well, if it was between the lab or the ‘wasteland,’ she’d pick the wasteland in a heartbeat. Even if she had been murdered the second she stepped outside. Bein’ dead in the wastes of the world was preferable to the laboratory. But she was outside, painfully alive, and Cain was a liar. Nothing new.


    Luckily, it wasn’t too dark- but it seemed late. The sky was an orange hue, and the trees cast hard shadows from the setting sun. Nine had some time, but it would be dark soon enough. And if she was out in the dark on her own, she’d be fucked. God knows Cain was probably on her trail. It wouldn’t be hard, the blood splattered across the front of her shirt and dripping from her hand would be an easy scent for a couple of dogs to catch. The blood wasn’t hers. Most of it, wasn’t, anyway- and the wound from the bullet that had grazed her forearm kept her painfully aware of that. Nine was thankful that she wasn’t gushing blood, or she would’ve been dead an hour ago.


    All Nine had been able to accomplish was aimless wandering. She had seen nobody, and heard nothing but the sounds of chirping and buzzing. Shadows began to stretch across the ground like arms- grabbing at her, pulling her back-

    There were way too fuckin’ many things in this forest that could mess with her head. The sounds and noises and colours and movements- the forest barely whispered, but it was still too fuckin’ loud for her.

    Speaking of loud- there was a new sound that broke its way into the peaceful forest backdrop. Something deep and booming and… rhythmic? Either way, it was welcome. Anything that meant she wouldn’t have to stick around here. Exhaustion was settling in her bones.

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    Jenny's parents were out of town, which wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Her father was a lawyer who worked locally in the town, though on occasion, he would have to travel for his job when requested. Her mother, who was usually a stay at home mom, often went with him. They didn't take vacations often, so this sort of served as their vacation time. Jenny didn't have a problem with it whatsoever. It meant she got the house to herself, which was a blessing at times. This was most definitely one of those times. Right when parents left, she had called up everyone she knew, announcing that there was going to be a party at her house. So now, her large house was filled with rowdy high school teens who were currently getting drunk off their asses on pretty shittily made jungle juice. Jenny wouldn't have it any other way.


    Jenny was on her third red solo cup and at this point, she was swaying and her vision was a bit blurry. The loud noise of people talking mixed with the booming of the music. Everything sounded the same to her at this point, but in her buzzed state, she didn't really mind. She was having the time of her life. People were coming up to her, telling her how great the part was, but she couldn't even bother to really notice them. Though, she did take note when someone came up to her, whispering to her that a girl named Darby had shown up. It's not like she had restrictions on who could come to her party. After all, the more the merrier. But, she had to say she was shocked that someone so.... quiet would show up. She let a sigh escape her lips and she chugged whatever was left in her red cup, handing it off to someone as she stumbled around her house. She didn't quite believe that Darby was at her party and she wanted to make sure. As she went from room to room, she felt her self get angrier for some reason that she couldn't quite explain. Why was she at her party in the first place? Was she going to try and crash it? Did she come just for the free booze? She grit her teeth slightly as she made her way towards her destination. When she finally got into the living room she glanced around, finally locking eyes with her target. Her eyes narrowed and she marched on over to the girl who was casually sitting on her couch, sipping her alcohol.


    She stood right in front of the girl, towering over her with her hands on her hips. "So, did you come here to hit on all my friends or are you actually trying to act like a normal human for once?" she spat, venom lacing her voice. She wasn't normally so mean, but the alcohol was making her irritable. Everyone knew that Darby liked girls. After all, it wasn't something that she really tried to hide. What everyone didn't know was that Jenny was the same way. That's why she had to keep it secret and that's why she had to pick on Darby. If people found out that she liked girls, she would be ruined. Say goodbye to her popularity, friends, and reputation. She had to make sure nobody found out, which explained why she did what she did. She pointed her finger at Darby, a glare making it's way onto her face. "After all, you're just sitting alone here. Why did you even come?"


    [ Jenny Morris | Interacting with: Darby]


    Alex had his elbows resting on the table, hiding his smirk behind his hands. This is why he loved his friends. This is why he loved playing Dnd so much. Of course Heather would choose to seduce the witch. That sounded like something he would do, but he was glad that Heather was the one acting out something so ridiculous that it just might work. When he saw that she rolled a natural 20, his eyebrows flew up and he almost jumped out of his seat. "Holy shit, nice one Heather!" he exclaimed, flashing a wild grin in her direction. He almost felt bad for Liam.... almost. He knew that the boy had probably spent hours trying to build these enemies that Heather just seemed to destroy in the least heroic ways possible. It was extremely amusing to the boy and he was wholly enjoying himself.


    He glanced over at Nic, who was sitting beside him. She was one of the few people (besides the rest of their little gang) that knew just how nerdy he could be. That was why he decided he was going to drag her with him tonight. He absolutely wasn't about to take "no" for an answer, which is how she ended up sitting beside him playing their game. He was rather pleased with himself about this, and that much was evident on his face. He had worn a goofy grin all night and was in a much better mood that usual. After all, he loved being with his friends, since most of the time they got into some pretty fun shenanigans. This was indeed one of those nights. His face shifted into one that was slightly more serious. He could tell that they were going to get close to fighting some intense battle pretty soon. After all, he had to be prepared, right? His character was a fierce warrior who wasn't scared of anything, much like himself (at least that's what he told himself). He held his D20 in his hands, running his fingers over the smooth sides with anticipation. He got way into these games, especially since the roleplay aspect was his favorite part. He loved playing the flamboyant characters with way too much charisma than he knew what to do with. But, now wasn't his shining moment. No, he was going to wait to see what everyone else did before acting. Though, it was getting late and he knew they might have to end up putting it on hold soon enough. If he had his way, he would play all night, but parents could really put their foots down sometimes. Either way, he was enjoying himself for the time being, just happy that everyone was together at the moment. It felt like they hadn't been all together in a while.

    [ Alex Reeves | Interacting with: The Dnd gang ]


    Oliver was watching closly too, though didn't partake in the current event going on. In fact he found it more entertaining just watching from the sidelines. It wasn't like he knew how to play anyways though he has seen it many times before it never peeked his interest to join in, insted observing. So far it looked like Heather was winning. Liam...not so much. In fact he was secretly rooting for Liam to some how win the game as it is something he loves playing. Oliver was so focused on the game, who would win, what would happen next, that when Alex suddenly exclaimed it made him jump a little. "You'll find a way to win this Liam!" He said in words of encouragement as the game continued, getting so absorbed in what was going on almost forgetting who was here. However soon it was in fact obvious who was winning which was also good. Either way at least Heather was even here especially after what felt like forever and hopefully now fully recovered. He never really heared much from what happend only bits here and there so just left it but that doesn't mean he wasn't worried. He was. A lot. But didn't want her so feel pressured or awkward so never brought it up. Nobody did. Just acted like any other day. And it was. Everyone was happy doing what they loved which is something he wanted anyway. Oliver could see the eagerness in Alex as he waited to be next. In fact it made it more interesting. Time seemed endless and this game felt like it could go on forever and that is something he loved. It was better being somewhere else, even at his own house. Now he felt relaxed. But when at home it was more tense and depressing thats why it was better here than there and he could stay for ages but time was ticking which made the game more anticipating to watch. What would happen now? He yet again observed glancing at each player and could just see how much everyone was into the game was the slightest noise wouldn't even bother them. this should be fun. he thought waiting for the next move.

    || DARBY BUCKLEY || interacting with: jenny


    ❀❀ oh god. before darby could even realize what was happening, she heard footsteps approaching. they were soft, almost drowned out by the rhythmic thumping of the music, but it was impossible not to hear them. not when darby knew who was causing them, not when she knew what was about to happen and how much it was going to suck. and of course, the minute the footsteps stopped, that shrill voice started. only now did darby shift her gaze upward, meeting the girl’s angry glare. adrenaline flooded through her veins as it finally dawned on her, as jenny’s words finally processed. sometimes she could get away with not saying anything, successfully using her ‘quiet kid’ persona to her benefit. but it was clear she’d have to say something in return, considering jenny actively sought her out just to make fun of her. jenny wouldn’t be satisfied with silence, and if she wasn’t satisfied, she’d probably gather her gaggle of drunk friends to help her out.


    “hello to you too, jennifer.” a sigh escaped her lips. taking another little sip of her drink, she tried desperately to think of any way to respond without making the situation worse. but her mind was going blank, and she could only stall with her drink for so long before it would prompt another attack. stressed out and panicking, her little sip turned into downing the damn thing as she tried to think of something, anything to say to get jenny off her back. eventually, she swallowed harshly, suddenly hating the way the watered down booze felt slithering down her throat. “you know your friends aren’t my type.” usually, darby would never say anything that actually confirmed the sapphic rumors floating around. maybe it was the now-finished glass of punch talking, maybe it was the fact she had never drank before and she was the world’s biggest lightweight, but she felt bolder than usual. felt angry. who was jenny to say darby couldn’t go to one of her ‘everyone’s invited’ parties? a quick glance around the room showed that even some of the nerdiest geeks were in attendance. and sure, they weren’t having a good time, and they were being picked on a little bit, but jenny wasn’t saying shit about them. so why her? why was darby supposed to feel guilty over this?


    “i didn’t have to work tonight.” darby answered, snuffing out any emotion in her words. it was mostly the truth, and even if it had been complete bullshit, it’s not like jennifer was entitled to an honest answer. “i figured it’d be fine if i stopped by, considering you’ve never thrown a fit over anyone else showing up.” in a very un-darby like fashion, a little bit of anger made it past her throat and into her words. she’d gone four years without breaking her facade, so why now? was it the little buzz? was it the feeling of shame? the fact jenny had singled her out in the sea of people she’d bullied? who knows. darby sure as hell didn’t. “why do you care so much about me coming? you invited the entire school.”



    ❀❀ I THINK I LEFT MY CONSCIENCE ON YOUR FRONT DOORSTEP



    || HEATHER CLARKE || interacting with: the kiddo squad


    ❀❀ the more her friends spoke, the more of heather’s grin was able to return. she’d missed this. it was so refreshing to have a group of people so welcoming, so able to just accept her back into their midst without asking too many hard questions, able to support her without knowing what was wrong. “don’t worry liam, i’ll p - probably end up rolling a one next turn.” a little laugh. when it came to her character (diane, a secretly-lesbian bard known for her peaceful demeanor), things either went unbelievably well or sickeningly bad. either she charmed the dragon liam had spent hours coming up with in the hopes of finally beating her (god, you should have seen his face when that happened), or dying to a single blow from a feral cat. there simply wasn’t any in-between. it was such a parallel to her own life it was kind of scary.


    “alright! well, what’s the n - next battle, then?” heather loved the idea of diane and this witch teaming up in battle together. bound by the sacred bond of love, they’d fight side by side, hand in hand, no matter what challenge they would come to face. protecting each other from the line of fire, making cute one-liners and flirtatious quips to one another in the middle of a fearsome battle... it was nice. nicer than heather would really like to admit. “is it your b - big bad for the night?” it was getting late, and though heather had enjoyed every minute of it, they had been playing for an awfully long time. it would make sense for liam to hit them with his overpowered final boss when they were all tired and ready to call it quits, just for the party to be reinvigorated at the thought of their final quest.


    ❀❀ I GO TO BED WITH ALL MY LIGHTS TURNED ON SO I DON’T SLIP AWAY

    Lisa Day

    Stressed • 39 • Liam's mom



    • In recent months the pleasant quietness that came with Hawkins, was suddenly not so pleasant any more. Lisa Day, a single mother who ran the surprisingly well off Day Bakery. She was thirty-nine years old, and already carried a lot of wisdom based on what she went through. She loved Hawkins, but something in the air made her uneasy. First it was Heather's shit-tastic parents, and then it was Nicole showing up at her front doorstep bloodied, half-dead and traumatized out of her mind. It was safe to say Lisa was worried about the kids safety. What if some crazed murder was out in the woods waiting for their next victum.


    They had yet to find out what really happened to Jeanne, and if it connected to what to Heather. There was no telling what was going on, especially since Nic wasn't telling anyone what happened that night. Lisa could still remember the teen passing out on her porch. She had tried her best to ensure that Liam didn't see Nicole, her leg was not a pleasant sight to look at. Lisa was home by now, but she was still worried about the kids. "It's fine Lisa, the kids are fine." She t8ld her self softly before rising up from her couch to heat up some leftovers.



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    Nicole Clark

    Nic • 16 • Skater



    • Nic didn't really mind all to much when Alex had dragged her to the Dnd session. He may have acted all tough, but he was probably one of the nerdest people she as ever met before, maybe that's why she liked him so much. Alex had managed to get past her defenses, and become an important part of her life. She was found of the slightly younger boy, and she really appreciated him bringing her today even if she didn't voice it. The little Dnd party was really helping her get her mind off things. Her parents were very worried about Nic, but when Alex came along they had new hope.


    Nic wasn't the only one who had gone through hard times recently. Heather had also gone through hell and back just to be with them today. After the events the young girl had gone through Nic's protective nature increased by ten fold. 'Maybe I should taking her skating some time.' She thought with a soft smile tugging at her lips, she knew that Heather would probably be a bit hesitant at first but Nic was more than willing to teach her. She would have been more akward if she had been the only kid who wasn't playing, but Oliver was also observing the group play which made her feel more relaxed.


    Nic found it hard to relax now, she always felt like that thing who took her sister was watching her. She would see it sometimes in the corner of her eye, and when would look it was gone. She knew it was only her head playing tricks on her, but it still didn't feel any less real. She looked over the little party, she hoped she could prevent them from ever encountering the thing she saw that night. She still hadn't told anyone what she saw, she wasn't an idiot if she was going to tell some one they would call her crazy. Nic made a vow to keep her mouth shut and keep everyone safe, so she pulled herself back to reality and watched them play.



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    ⚄ - LIAM DAY // interacting with: his friends!

    Liam would not confirm nor deny the existence of a much stronger monster in the next room, though there totally was one. Of course, he would’ve liked to keep going, but combat took a really long time and they had already been playing for a while. It would also be much easier to beat them since all the players seemed to be pretty worn out, but that would’ve been unfair. He liked everyone to be in a good mindset when they played so they could all do their best. It would also give him more time to figure out what the heck he was going to do with the witch.

    “We should probably quit here for now, actually. It’s a good stopping point.” Liam suggested, yawning. Not only did they look tired, he was tired. And he wouldn’t be a very good Dungeon Master if he wasn’t on his toes. Plus, all his players seemed to prefer the roleplay part over fighting anyway. They’d just get bored if Liam continued into another fight right away.


    🗡- 09 // interacting with: ?

    Nine was just thankful for the break in the background noise. It didn’t exactly sound close, but it didn’t seem too far of a distance either. Either way, it was the only lead she had to go on. And right now, literally anything was better than the forest or the lab. She just needed someone to patch up her arm, and then she’d be out of their hair. Hopefully forever.


    But the day was fading fast, and getting help would be near impossible for her in the pitch black of the forest.