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[abstractguilt]

open starter: @classcursestarters !! location: carnival

sanem frowned at the ring toss game, looking almost desperately at the man running it ( who kept sliding her free rings to get a few extra tosses in ) jutting her lower lip out. ❛ c'mmmoooonn, can't you just give it to me ?? even with the extra rings, i suck, ❜ she frowned. shaking his head, shrugging his shoulders, the man laughed as he reminded her, once again , that she had to win the game to get the prize. huffing, sanem tried again, throwing another fist-full of rings towards the bottles and watching as they all clattered against the glass necks before descending into the catch bellow. spotting a familiar person across the way, ceruleans sparkled with opportunity, gesturing to the game with a defeated sigh; ❛ are you any good at this ?? i just wanted that stupid stuffed shark and . . . i am clearly incapable of landing a damn ring on one of these bottles. i'll pay for you to play for me.❜

[zahra-burch]

setting: the carnival, across from the popcorn stand @classcursestarters

in retrospect, she really should have just decided against running the face painting table this year. the fact that they'd moved it to right across from the popcorn stand, across from where he used to be, should have been the final blow, but the truth was that it was easy money and zahra had bills to pay. adjusting her skirt as she shifts on her stool, butterfly wings painted on her face, zahra spots someone familiar. "did you see that they got rid of the chair-o-planes?" it's not one of the many questions that she'd really like to ask (why his shoes? who's sending the messages?), but it'll do for now.

[brcknhcxrts]

setting: event 3: the carnival tagged: @classcursestarters

Iris had already been here for a lot longer than she had planned and there was nothing that she hated more than her plans going awry. Why didn't the universe realize she was right? What she wanted to happen was the thing that should happen? It was exhausting. The last thing she wanted right now was to be at some carnival thrown by this fucking town but she had her part to play and if she played nicely, she could go...or at least that's what she was telling herself. Enough Xanax was currently flowing through her veins that she could almost be nice, almost. But that almost meant she was not paying attention at all to what was being said to her right now. "Sorry, sorry, what were you saying? Were you talking to me?"

[scottst]

maybe its the drinks that she had prior to arriving to the carnival , but vivian couldn't help but feel distracted from the messages as soon as she laid eyes on the ferris wheel . vivian's fear of heights was forever at odds with the memory of her jumping off the roof of her house as a teenager . . . although the smaller things got the higher she went made her nervous , it was the encouragement of her missing neighbor who gave her the bravery she needed to just . . . leap . he always was there to break her fall and that's what vivian suspects made her fear tolerable . except , he wasn't here anymore and the fear remained the same . " i'm going to get on that ride by the end of the night . " vivian announced nervously as she dug into the box of popcorn in her possession , cheese dust lingering on her fingers as she popped one right into her mouth as if keeping her mind distracted from the spiraling reason why she was at the carnival in the first place . she was in the carnival because she wanted to , not because of the dare . . . heather's voice echoed in her mind , but it still flickered in the face of the supposed joy that failed to register in her heart . " just . . . not right now . i kinda need to prepare for it . " typical of her to backtrack , vivian cleared her throat as she glanced over at her companion , a smile blossoming on her lips . " what about you ? is there something you want to do next ? "

@classcursestarters

[heisthoudini]

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[dionnova]

where: the bar who: @classcursestarters

dion had tried to forget the past, to put everything behind her so that she doesn't feel trapped but really, she doesn't want to feel guilty. it's not like she's pretending she didn't play a part in the game but they were kids, they were having fun and something tragic happened. why were they getting dragged into this again? the interview made her relive everything throughout the week so dion stop by the bar and found that someone else was already there. next thing she knew, they were several shots in. "god, even in death, chris is still the center of attention."

[maudestia]

tagging: @classcursestarters. location: outdoor, public bench.

       "did you ..."  pink ballerina tipped  fingernails tap against the plastic of her to-go cup of  strawberry-lavendar matcha,  stella's current hyperfixtation of the season,  doe eyes widening as she leans towards the other,  her southern drawl dropping into a  whisper  drifting in the wind.    "did you, by any chance, have an odd interaction with law enforcement recently?" 

[simply-mira]

setting: one week later tagged: open @classcursestarters

Mira seemed to be one of the few that hadn't been in attendance at the alumni event the week prior. She had a 14 hour night shift and couldn't even think about calling out considering how short staffed the hospital was right now. But she had heard about what happened through the grapevine, and honestly, she was kind of sad she had missed out. Everyone in her graduating class comes back home and suddenly there is drama in Lincoln City again, and she wasn't there to watch it all unfold.

But it sounds like the cops wanted to keep everyone around. Apparently they had found something that had belonged to Chris? She wasn't sure but it sounded like this cold case might not be so cold anymore.

Entering the local farmers market, Mira headed over to the fresh produce booth to shop around. As she was inspecting the peppers, she was surprised to meet the gaze of someone she hadn't seen since high school. "Oh, hey." The raven haired girl greeted, trying not to revert to the awkward teenager she was the last time they saw each other. "Heard about the alumni event, sounded crazy."

[noelsovain]

location: unspecified participants: noel crawford & open ( @classcursestarters )

"fuck." noel evidently didn't care if anyone over heard him as he made zero attempt to lower his voice, if anything one could assume he had raised his voice when releasing the expletive. clearly, he was unhappy with the current predicament but then, so was everybody. and while he definitely didn't want to be stuck there - he did find some comfort in the fact that he wasn't alone. in fact, that comfort is what enabled him to allow a smile across his face as he turned to the nearest person. "how about we try to make the most of this situation?" he arched an eyebrow, "i'm sure there's plenty of mischief to be found."

[tulleclipse]

tagging:  @classcursestarters setting:  post plot drop 2,  a corner of the school's library.

        there's a pause from the  brunette,  brows furrow as she looks up from her phone.  hestia knows how she looks these days;  small,  religiously raised girl transformed by the city.  gone are the days of colors and pastels and lampshading skirts,  gone are the wide smiles meaning  nothing genuine  when before she runs to complete a task requested of her,  the perk in her step surely gone with age and the way she carries herself  -  hestia surely hopes her parents still don't live her.   "i hope she doesn't expect us to take any action during this lockdown."  hestia's somber gaze,  once described to have sparkling stars against their mahogany shade,  flickers up to  [ your muse ].  she is the headmaster,  of course;  but hestia will avoid feeling like a helpless teenager through such words to the best of her ability.  

      manicured fingertips tick against the glass of her iphone screen;  the library is a safe place even now,  and she's clearly claimed the space  -  dark tweed jacket splayed against the wooden floor,  and the only bright color on her is  perhaps  the shade of  ruby glazed  against her lips.  a far cry from who she was the last time she in this room,  absolutely.  woman pushes sweat gathering hair away from her neck,  the initial first panic induced reaction's symptoms still yet to disappear from her body,  wonders if there's a pencil around to do  something  with the bothersome tendrils.  "i'll admit, though; the data in this corner of the school isn't great - i've been people watching for the most part."   a subtle way of saying  fuck off,  unless they want her to sink her question filled nails into them  ( and she will be recording ).  

[maribyrne]

open starter, after 9pm - @classcursestarters

by that point in the night mari didn't even know what she was supposed to be talking to others about. it felt like every possible topic, even the weather, led to a hidden landmine.

her book? absolutely not. she'd already discovered the hard way that her classmates could and did read and that they'd taken things a step further and read between the lines. the police? an obvious no. the lockdown? the mysterious messages the st mary's alumni had received that had pushed them all into the same room that night? chris? all of the most obvious conversation starters were nonstarters, so what was a safe topic for her peers in the class of 2014?

"do you think any of our speeches actually convinced the parents to send their kids here?" she decided on, asking the question of the person nearest her with a healthy amount of skepticism in her tone.

[smalltownpsychic]

setting: locked in who: open to anyone @classcursestarters

This whole event, it felt weird. Fucked. Like River was waiting for the next shoe to drop. And maybe that was more of a him thing. Maybe he was projecting. He hadn't been back in this godforsaken town since high school and it was making him uncomfortable. He kept wondering what people were doing, because right now it all felt like a farce. Everyone was pretending like this shit didn't feel like the start of some horror film, and it was causing his anxiety to sky rocket.

Also, what the fuck were Chris Wilder's parents doing here? Yeah sure, their foundation had something to do with the school's rebrand, but did they really have to be here? His foot was tapping out any nervous energy that was building in his body, and River decided in that minute, he needed a cigarette. He was almost towards the doors of freedom when the sound of numerous phone notifications went off, and then the slamming of the doors in front of him followed. Great, they were locked in. "You have to be fucking kidding me." He grumbled, turning to the person next to him he continued. "Think the windows locked too?"

[michaelgeary]

setting : locked in ! who : open to anybody @classcursestarters

unlike  others  ,  michael  didn't  feel  any  distress  over  the  school  being  locked  down  .  he  would  say  ,  if  asked  ,  this  was  because  it  was  gods  plan  but  really  ,  it  simply  made  no  difference  to  him  .  he  was  certain  that  he  would  be  having  just  a  good  time  here  as  anywhere  ,  feeding  off  the  energy  ,  concern  and  worry  of  others  .  he  was  rarely  affected  by  how  other  people  felt  ,  drenched  in  his  own  emotion  at  all  times  and  unable  to  see  anything  other  than  what  he  wanted  .  a  lot  had  changed  but  some  things  hadn't  and  as  he  skirted  around  the  great  hall  ,  loosening  the  tie  of  his  suit  as  a  signal  of  relaxation  rather  than  stress  ...  his  feet  led  him  to  the  old  grand  piano  .  he  was  sure  there  should  have  been  a  cloak  of  dust  as  if  they  were  the  last  to  play  it  (  or  the  grand  organ  )  .  there  had  been  a  time  when  the  instrumental  opportunities  had  been  an  honour  but  now  ,  they  were  all  grown  up  .  he  opened  the  lid  and  sat  down  ,  beginning  to  play  a  tune  that  he  was  sure  would  be  very  calming  in  the  current  climate  .  he  really  was  a  saint  ,  he  thought  ,  trying  his  best  to  make  everyone  feel  better  about  things  .  notes  played  ,  each  one  perfect  as  they  had  always  been  beneath  his  fingers  .  someone  standing  nearby  ,  "  care  to  play  a  note  ?  "  as  if  oblivious  to  the  situation  they  find  themselves  in  ,  space  created  beside  him  . 

[brcknhcxrts]

setting: plot drop 2 event tagged: @classcursestarters

This was not ideal. Not in any fucking sense of the word and Iris knew her stepmother was most likely behind the security system being triggered. Them being trapped in here was not because of the possible flood, she knew that escaping to higher ground was the smartest decision and yet...that was no longer an option. Fucking Yvonne. "This is not good," she mumbled to herself, trying to fight the urge to go into a panic at having all of her control stolen from her but she couldn't help but think about that video, a welcome distraction from the current chaos. "At least we have something to talk about."

[brcknhcxrts]

setting: plot drop 2 event tagged: @classcursestarters

Eyes. There were eyes on her from every spot in the Great Hall, but Helena was used to that. Usually, the intention behind the stare was one of wanting and not...whatever this was but there was nothing she could do about that. That video - how on earth was it taken? Nothing untoward was in it, nothing that would have ruined her but still, she had to imagine the point was to make people talk and that certainly was accomplished. Finally, she couldn't ignore it anymore, turning suddenly to the person closest to her that was obviously looking in her direction. "Do you need something?"

[devilondante]

Open ~ @classcursestarters

Dante had polished that speech front to back practicing it countless of hours in front of the mirror. Every word of it carefully picked to shine him and the school in the best of light, but leave a little intrigue behind it. He wanted to be approached, to be asked questions about it without having to actively ask others himself. Sure he'd go mingle with the big fish of the the bowl, but right now? Right now he needed something to drink because that had taken everything and a little bit more out of him.

[kaiwildcr]

𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : event starter. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 : open , @classcursestarters .

           walking  around  ,  kai  made  a  point  to  𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃  his  parents  .  his  mother  trying  her  hardest  to  get  his  attention  without  coming  off  desperate  to  everyone  around  them  .           (       keeping  up  appearances  ,      )         classic  kathy  wilder  .  especially  now  that  she  felt  like  she  had  some  social  standing  .  she  didn't  want  to  come  off  as  a  mother  with  an  estranged  son  and  a  missing  son  .  although  ,  villainizing  one  son  and  having  one  vanish  off  the  face  of  the  earth  may  have  been  the  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓  victim  fuel  .  but  of  course  ,  that  wouldn't  have  went  with  her  illusion  she  was  trying  to  give  off  to  the  world  .  his  father  on  the  other  hand  ,  made  it  much  easier  to  avoid  him  .  the  other  male  not  making  any  type  of  effort  .  if  anything  ,  it  seemed  both  kai  and  carter  wilder  were  just  drinking  their  way  through  this  event  .  like  father  ,  like  son  . . .  how  heartwarming  .         ⏤        downing  another  glass  ,  kai  wandered  over  and  picked  up  another  one  .  moving  through  the  crowd  of  people  before  stopping  as  he  spoke  .  not  really  pay  attention  to  who  was  near  .        ❛      wonder  if  there's  a  way  to  get  our  hands  on  that  video  .     ❜