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peoplepleaser‌:

Bonnie had to consider that for a moment. Did she believe that all of these people really cared about Chelsea? Maybe on some level. She tried to be positive about the state of humanity, but college had proven her gut instinct to believe that some people were incredibly stupid and heartless many times. “I think… some people care about her. I think other people just care about attending the first party of the semester.” She concluded, pursing her lips and looking down for a moment.

Although she’d worried about her comment being harsh, Charity seemed to run with it. She could imagine it, if this party wasn’t about her, she’d be in the centre of it, having the most fun. Bonnie had always envied her ability to enjoy herself almost no matter what or who it hurt. That being said, she’d also heavily judged it. “God, yeah… probably. Insisting we do shots or something like that.” She scrunched up her face at the thought.

Blinking, she peered at Charity, considering her words before she shrugged. “I’m not sure. Everything I know about.. well… you know, death is from TV. If I’m honest with you I’ve imagined her showing up as some ghost insisting that we figure out who did this to her.” She explained, eyes widening for a second. “I don’t know if that changes how she feels about all of this, that she was…” Bonnie hated to say the word, so she murmured it. “Murdered.”

Charity nodded at that slightly solemn conclusion. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I mean, it’s not like I expected to see someone call for a full room drink for her or anything but I don’t know, I guess I just thought there’d be something more for people to see that this is for Chelsea.” She shrugged, unsure why she had thought so highly of the situation that something like that might be the case. That might be asking a bit too much of the student body...

As it was, they were hosting a rowdy party in an abandoned building of sorts mere hours after a candle light vigil. “And, I don’t know, if it was anyone else, she’d definitely be participating. So it’s not like there’s some moral high ground.” If it were anyone else, maybe she’d be more careful about her choice of words but she couldn’t bring herself to be very bothered. Besides, from what she’d heard, Bonnie was a saint. The fact that she was saying this stuff made her just feel... better about it.

“Do you think it was someone from here? Like she was some target or do you think she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time?” Did it matter? Probably not, she knew she wouldn’t see anything different between the two circumstances. “We don’t really believe in ghosts, Catholics. I was always taught about souls and spirits and things, but not really ghosts.”

#( the nerd & the caregiver )#( the nerd talks )#event 1: post vigil rager

sickienickie‌:

date: saturday, january 25th time: just before midnight. location: post vigil party. tag: @charityscholar

well, now he definitely has to get out of here. actually – maybe one more drink, and then get out of here. after that surprise kiss from his favorite french class nemesis, he thinks the best move is probably to get so blasted tonight that he can’t remember it even happening. better to forget about it than to accidentally tell olivia about it. nickie is lucky enough to snag a bottle of vodka that happens to be within arms reach, and he’s still holding onto his empty plastic cup, so he finds himself making a very delicious cocktail of vodka alla vodka – pouring maybe a little more than necessary. he discards the bottle right where he’d found it, and begins to disappear back into the crowd again, headed in the direction of the main entrance to leave as quickly as he can, while simultaneously drinking his terribly thought out cocktail.

he’s trying to be sensible as he’s pushing his way through sweating bodies, but he’s bound to slip up at some point, especially as he’s trying to drink – and with a rough thud !! nicolas has found that his drink is now dripping off of brown hair that’s attached to the girl he’s just collided with. he blinks, looking around like he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do other than obviously, apologize – but the words are stuck in his throat for a second as she’s turning around to face him. “shit, i am uh… so uh…” he stammers. after everything that’s gone down tonight, nicolas doesn’t know if he can take another person yelling at him, and he almost bolts off in the other direction. his feet don’t move, however, and he just keeps stammering as he looks at her. “i’m uh.. fuck, seriously i’m so sorry.”

Charity didn’t think the night could get much worse. If she hadn’t come with Roman she’d be planning her escape by now, but as it stood, she had to wait for him to be ready to leave. And Luke, she was sure. However, the both of them just seemed to be better in the party atmosphere than she was. The sheer number of people who had voiced their surprise at seeing her there made her want to get out but she also knew the Charity everyone thought they knew was a better image for her to keep. She might enjoy parties, but being caught at one in a bad scenario like this could put her scholarship in jeopardy. Besides, there were many reasons not to want to go to parties. Her current situation has just made it’s way onto her top three.

From the back of her head and all down her back, Charity can feel the cold liquid, the smell almost making her gag from how strong it is, like someone just dumped a bottle on her. A few people in the vicinity tried to hide their laughter while others jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit with the drink themselves. Not only did the hit nearly knock her off the feet, but she couldn’t even be pissed because as she turned, the guy clearly looked apologetic. Didn’t really stop her though. “Are you kidding me?” she asked, swearing under her breath in Japanese, trying to peel her wet shirt away from her skin. “I cannot fucking believe... that better have been an accident.”

#( the nerd & the loner )#( the nerd talks )#event 1: post vigil rager

heartofhearst‌:

luke didn’t think he needed to reassess. even the most hard-ass people in the world would still tap their feet to the right music, and he didn’t assume charity was that far gone just yet. maybe he should feel bad for bugging her, but it just didn’t sit well with him that she appeared to be so against even breathing the same air as him. maybe if there was a solid reason of something he’d done to her, but to his knowledge he’d been nothing worthy of this level of aversion, and so the only way he could accept it was to try and fix it. “sure, if that’s what you’re into. i’m down if you are.” he took a slight step back and held him arms up proudly in what he remembered to be the leading waltz position, leaving a gap for her to jump in.

rubbing the back of his neck a little, luke shrugged, “i don’t know, he’s like…” he gestured vaguely in a direction, “some people grabbed me to dance with them and i kinda lost him. he’s around here somewhere.” he wasn’t planning on leaving roman for too long if he could help it, although with every sip of his drink he could feel his attention span slipping slightly. he comment about prefering a keg stand to being caught caused him chuckle. “if you’re going to make a comment like that, you’ve got to put your money where your mouth is and actually do a keg stand. you know that, right?”

Charity looked at him like he had two heads when he raised his arms as if she was going to join him in waltzing. It took a bit of effort on her part not to roll her eyes as she stayed put. “Well, like I said, I’m not really the dancing type, so you’ll just have to go off on your own.” She highly doubted her was actually going to but she didn’t doubt he’d eventually get swallowed up in the crowd and party. Waiting for that to happen was another thing entirely but she didn’t want to be cruel and push him away, she just wanted it to kind of happen naturally.

When he tried to explain where Roman had gone, she shook her head, taking another long sip of her drink to keep herself from responding and saying anything mean. Roman was fine, she was sure of that, and while he might be bombarded by people who wanted to talk about Chelsea, he could more than handle himself and Charity wasn’t actually worried about him. More so she just wished he would finish mingling and come save her from the personal hell she’d found herself in. “It was more a figure of speech than anything. I’m not going to do a keg stand. I’ll leave that to the people who probably wish they could major in partying.” She had done one once, her own freshman year, and that was enough. “Why don’t you do one, if you’re so excited by the idea?”

#( the nerd & the sweetheart )#( the nerd talks )#event 1: post vigil rager

struckmynerve‌:

date: january 25th, saturday

time: 11:30 pm-ish

location: post-vigil party

tag: @charityscholar

as promised, roman found her way back to charity, even though it was a little later than he intended. “you dying yet?” he asked, coming up from behind her with two bottles of mule with him, the necks of the bottles tucked between his fingers. it was an apology for leaving her alone, but if they were honest, roman didn’t have to tell her she was the only person he actually wanted to spend his time with, anyway. touring the warehouse was nothing more than a courtesy, and to let people know he was still a participating member of society. he wasn’t exactly enjoying the tribute to his late ex-girlfriend, but it had to do.

Charity started slightly at the voice behind her, but as soon as she realized who it was, a grin broke out on her face and she took one of the bottles from him happily. “I’m always dying,” she returned, taking a long pull from the bottle. “What about you? Are people surprised to see you?” she asked curiously. She would be, as an outsider. “This is so weird. I figured that maybe people would at least be like.... talking about her but it feels more like people are ignoring it on a large scale.” Sure, people would mention her if you started up a conversation, but that felt like that was about it.

#( the nerd & the hothead )#( the nerd talks )#event 1: post vigil rager

toosmcrt‌:

date: saturday, january 25 location: post-vigil party with: @charityscholar

there was something about seeing charity at a rager that was incredibly unsettling. sure, sophia didn’t know her life, but she was pretty sure partying wasn’t on her agenda. sophia hadn’t even seen charity with chelsea, so she wasn’t sure if talking to her would be of any use to her in her agenda to get justice for chelsea. making her way over to the other girl (who just so happened to be the only person on campus who matched her own intelligence) sophia caught her eye before making her way to the other side of the room.

“did you get dragged here by your hair?” she cracked with a small smile as she sat next to charity. she’d been working on her second beer for the past hour, and so far she was only slightly tipsy. she knew she was probably a lightweight, but timing drink consumption was truly important. sophia didn’t plan on getting drunk–there were too many people at the party to talk to. she couldn’t afford letting her guard down and getting wasted. “how are you holding up?” she asked, genuine sympathy in her voice.

Charity was lost in her own thoughts when Sophia came over to where she had tucked herself into a corner, sitting in some rusted fold up chair someone must’ve found in the warehouse. So, when the girl plopped down in the chair next to her, she was slightly startled before realizing who it was. Sophia was an interesting girl and Charity didn’t mind her much. They had an awful lot in common and if she could table her pride for two seconds, she might be impressed with her knowledge and intelligence.

“Ha. Practically,” she said, shaking her head. Charity knew it was no secret that she didn’t often attend parties and so seeing her at one was a surprise, however she was slightly annoyed at everyone’s attitude towards the idea. Was it so outlandish to assume she’d go out. Perhaps. “I’m fine. It’s not really me I’m worried about. I mean, it’s definitely a shock, but Chelsea and I weren’t exactly going to be named ride or die of the year. You? Were you friends with her?”

#( the nerd & the sleuth )#( the nerd talks )#event 1: post vigil rager

heartofhearst‌:

luke hadn’t expected charity to say anything but no to his proposal, but that didn’t stop him from putting on a sad pout. “everyone loves a good boogie, so that’s pretty hard to believe.” it was hard for him to not want to give her a friendly tease, even if only to get some kind of reaction. although they had never been friends or even really run in the same circles, he had met her on occasions here and there, mostly at community events that his mom wanted him to attend. they were always times that luke had to resort to entertaining himself, even if that stepped into the realm of being annoying - not that he’d really notice because most people would just find it amusing and brush it off. “maybe this just isn’t your dance. you ever tried ballet? tap? we could do the waltz if you’re a ballroom kind of girl.”

when she mentioned that going back to having fun was ‘what she would have wanted’, he felt a small lump in his throat, but didn’t hinder him for long. it’s what he had been telling himself all day to convince him to come, so he couldn’t let it make him feel bad now. he took a quick sip of his drink and shook his head, “i can’t go back to having fun when i’m still having fun. i just saw you and wanted you to have fun with me. you look like you need some excitement.”

“Everyone? Well, I’m certainly not included in that, so I think you should reassess your broad assumption.” Her tone was flat and she gave him a slight smile, just enough so as not to appear socially constipated. Was he teasing her with the ballet comment? She doubted it, Charity had never known him to be the kind of person to make those digs and she doubted her even knew that about her. As far as she knew, his mother had never been present at any of her recitals and so there seemed to be no way he would know that about her. “You want me to waltz in the middle of a group that looks like they could impregnate one another even with their clothes on?”

Charity sighed, taking a long drink from her cup. She was wondering absentmindedly if it would be horrifically rude to find someone else to drive her home. “Luke, I don’t need excitement. I didn’t exactly some here because I love raging parties! I came here for Roman, and that’s it. Where is he anyways?” she asked, surprised not to see them together. When they’d arrived in the first place, the two of them had disappeared rather quickly, leaving her to find her footing in an unfamiliar situation. She wanted to be annoyed but if it kept her out of a little huddle of her, Roman, and Luke, she would take it. “Anyways,” she added as the thought came to her, “if this party gets caught? I would rather do a keg stand that get seen by my father here. The minute the cops are called, I’m out.”

#( the nerd & the sweetheart )#( the nerd talks )#event 1: post vigil rager

peoplepleaser‌:

DATE: saturday, january 25 TIME: just after 10pm LOCATION: post-vigil party TAG: @charityscholar

Two drinks was really all it took to get Bonnie Olsen tipsy, scrunching up her face as she stared at nothing, the lyrics of the particularly awful song playing over the speakers washed over her. She wasn’t sure where Olivia had gone, though they’d shown up together. She’d never been much of a partier. Even on the nights where she tried to keep up with Liv (and, on occasion, Chelsea, before all of this), she’d found herself pretending she was drinking while sipping on cokes, desperate to not end up throwing up or blacking out. In all honesty, she had a bit of a fear of looking that ridiculous, that was why she often took up the role of designated driver.

Except tonight. Tonight she’d given herself some permission to have the slightest bit of fun, mostly at the insistence of her best friend.

Turning her head as she blinked, she pressed the tip of her red cup against her lip and turned her head, locking eyes with Charity across the room. They weren’t really friends, exactly, but the sight of her lit some sort of excitement in Bonnie. She didn’t think she’d seen the other girl at a party before. Crossing the floor to her, she shot her a sweet smile as she approached and moved in beside her. “This is kind of ridiculously insensitive, isn’t it?” She spoke aloud in lieu of a greeting. “I’d feel bad, but… can’t say I couldn’t see Chelsea attending one of these things, if it was someone else.” Oh. Was she allowed to say that?

Charity didn’t know why she hadn’t expected to see Bonnie at the party. It made sense, they had seemed like friends and Bonnie didn’t necessarily come off as the kind of person who wouldn’t come, but Charity was still surprised as the blonde approached her. Perhaps she was projecting.

“I mean, I think it’s only really insensitive if people were doing this because they didn’t care.” Clearly there were people here who cared about Chelsea and for the most part it seemed like the students were doing this to cope with the whole situation. “And you’re right. For all I knew her, she seemed like she’d be the kind of person to put one of these on. Or at least somehow end up in the middle of all of it,” she said, letting out a half laugh at the whole situation. Charity might not be a party person, but just from what she’d heard of Chelsea from Roman and in the times they’d gotten off topic in their tutoring sessions, she knew the gist of the kind of person she was.

Taking a long sip of her drink, she shrugged. “In all honesty, I don’t even think she’d be mad that we’re doing this for her. I mean, obviously she can’t be mad.... she can’t be anything, but you get what I mean? Like in Heaven, she’s looking down on this pleased because someone wrote her name on the beer pong ball.”

#( the nerd & the caregiver )#( the nerd talks )#event 1: post vigil rager

heartofhearst‌:

date: saturday, january 25th time: 10:30pm-ish location: post vigil party tag: @charityscholar

somewhere along the (rather wobbly) line of early shots and a spilt beer, luke found himself dancing with a group of people he didn’t really know, his head bobbing as he focused on the music. they hadn’t been there long, but somehow he was already more than just a little buzzed, and it was like all the stress of the previous week had slowly begun to dissipate. as he stepped slightly out of time to the beat, his body swayed and his arms flailed in a way that he would defend as dancing, even if the reality was that he looked like one of those wacky inflatable tube men. dancing on his own was great, but when his eye caught a certain someone, he knew what he needed - a real dance partner.

luke set his path towards the lovely charity, a giant grin on his face as he approached. she had never seemed to appreciate him or his quips, and even on their shared carpoool here with roman she hadn’t looked thrilled to see him. a few bad jokes and a future-dance request later, and he’d never seen someone get out of a car so fast. ever the optomist though, luke told himself that she was just playing a platonic hard-to-get, not that that was really a thing or had any reason to be, but there was no other logical explanation for why they didn’t get on much. he was so loveable, it just made no sense. as he placed himself in front of her, he held out his solo cup as if to clink his drink. “charity! are you gonna take me up on that dance now?”

If anyone ever asked, Charity would assure them that she absolutely did not hate Luke. She knew it could come off like that and nearly everyone loved him, so she worked hard not to act unfriendly to him in public. However, it was impossible to deny that he frustrated her. What frustrated her even more was that somehow they’d ended up in the same college, as if dealing with his antics in high school wasn’t enough. That one year after she’d graduated was heaven until he popped up on the incoming Freshman list. Charity was bothered by the fact that, while Luke might’ve been content with Hearst, she deserved to be at Princeton. Did that make her a bitch? She chose to blame it on the one drink she’d had.

“Dance?” she asked incredulously, eyebrows shooting up. Her face quickly grew pinched as she tapped her drink against his, knowing damn well he wouldn’t pull it back unless she did so. “I’m not a dancing type.” Plus she hadn’t really thought this would be the mood of the night anyways. Although, monkey see, monkey do she supposed. “You should go back to having fun. I’m sure that’s what she would have wanted.” Charity hadn’t meant it in an insensitive way, but also didn’t see it as being taken that way. “Why are you trying to get me to dance anyways?”

#( the nerd & the sweetheart )#( the nerd talks )#event 1: post vigil rager

hello! my name is cat and i am here to bring this glorious nerd to the group! her info is under the cut c:

- Charity is the only child to Maria and Kenzo (Ken) Okada, and it definitely shows. She’s relatively used to getting what she wants and loves her alone time because she got a lot of it when she was younger. - From kindergarten to 8th grade, Charity went to the Catholic schools until she decided to tell her parents she wanted more out of her education. She had done the research and felt that a secular high school would lead to more academic opportunities. - In 4th grade, her parents brought her to a therapist regarding her inability to focus and ended up being diagnosed with ADHD. Her parents were hesitant to have her put on Adderall but relented as they wanted her to do well in school. - In high school, she began taking her Adderall more than necessary because it helped her to focus. When her therapist questioned the speed with which she was using her prescription, she feigned having more intense symptoms than she did so she could get more at a time. - Around the time that Charity was beginning to look at colleges, her mother fell ill. At first she was in the hospital, with Charity there most days after school but with her father being the police chief, they decided to have her put on hospice so she could be home. - Charity originally had dreams of going to an Ivy League college on the east coast, but when her father stressed to her the importance of getting a scholarship, she realized she may have to rethink her plans. - Despite being accepted to both Cornell and Princeton, the scholarships were not enough to combat the expensive tuition costs after her mother’s medical bills. Maria tried to encourage her daughter to apply for more merit scholarships but when she passed in Charity’s senior year, she decided to take the full ride she’d been offered at Hearst. - Her mother’s passing lead to Charity switching from an accounting major to a pre-med major. While she prefers math to hard science, she found the rigor of pre-med curriculum to be more intellectually stimulating. - Entering college only exacerbated her use of Adderall and with the money she saves commuting rather than living at the school, Charity has no qualms against buying stronger prescriptions from students willing to sell. She doesn’t use them as party drugs, but that doesn’t change how closely she guards the secret. - To further her gain of money, Charity began her own tutoring business, helping students in shared classes and classes she knows she could easily pass for a small fee. While she does genuinely enjoy helping others, she often raises prices for students she knows can pay a bit more. - When she heard about the death of one of her classmates and tutees, she was not surprised to hear her father was working on the case. She was bothered though, that he refused to tell her anything despite (or perhaps due to) her knowing the girl personally. Now Charity can’t help but peak at her father’s files when he brings them home, mostly curious....

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