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sloane morrison. 20. film major. penned by peyton for ogdencollegerp.

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— 'cause i don’t need a savior

{ milly alcock, 20, cis woman, she/her } Is that SLOANE MORRISON? A SOPHOMORE originally from MANHATTAN, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study FILM. They’re THE UNFAVORITE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

howdy gaymers! i’m peyton and i’m here to play everyone’s least favorite morrison child. i’ve been rping for [REDACTED] number of years and writing for as long as i can remember. i’m a libra, a lesbian, and a roman roy apologist. sloane is my daughter but also kind of the worst so have fun with that i guess <3. 

CHARACTER STATS.

FULL NAME: sloane georgina morrison GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS: cis woman & she/her BIRTHDATE: janurary 7, 2002 (capricorn sun, scorpio moon, scorpio rising) BIRTHPLACE: manhattan, new york NATIONALITY: american RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: athiest LANGUAGES: english (fluent), french (fluent), german (conversational)

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral MYERS-BRIGGS: isfj TEMPERAMENT: choleric VICES: reactive, insecure, distrustful, self destructive, harsh VIRTUES: curious, earnest, headstrong, strategic, outspoken SKILLS: gymnastics, lying, digital editing CHARACTER INSPIRATION: harper mclean (heartbreak high), kady orloff-diaz (the magicians), jade west (victorious), theodora crain (the haunting of hill house), catra (she ra and the princesses of power)

PERSONALITY.

it’s been a long time since anybody has seen the bright, sunshine-y girl from sloane’s childhood. if anything, that person feels like a stranger now. in her young adulthood she’s chosen a much more bitter personality. sloane is harsh and icy and won’t fight for anybody except herself. nobody has ever fought for her, after all. she knows how people see her— spoiled and rotten, a bad seed amongst a perfect family —and maybe the one defining thing that separates sloane from her family is how little she cares about what people think. far from approachable you can’t really be sure if she’ll just stare at you or rip your head off when you go up to her and most don’t try to test that. she’s quick to react and grows irritable when she feels like her time is being wasted. the select few that are in her corner (and she won’t hesitate to cut anyone off without warning) she’s fiercely loyal to. sloane loves as hard as she hates no matter how much she denies it. when she’s comfortable around you she likes to tease, but she is prone to taking things too far. her words can cut like a knife and it’s even worse when her intention is to hurt you. her emotions are intense, and years of trauma and unhealthy coping mechanisms means that she still doesn’t quite have a hold on them.

THE PAST.

sloane had always been different from her siblings and in the morrison household, different did not usually bode well. she struggled to fit into the family dynamic the way that her twin and greer would. it’s easy, you just have to keep on smiling, she remembers her older sister telling her one night. for a long time, the girls were close, and sloane even looked up to the other. she wanted to be just like greer— pretty and loved and never reprimanded for saying the “wrong thing”. sloane was tough though, tougher than the two of her other siblings put together. she was fearless, often going into situations without thinking, and had a penchant for pulling pranks. there was nothing better than hiding in the hallway closet and scaring the poor unsuspecting maids or putting bugs on greer’s pillow or hiding things from her father in the most ridiculous places. it was all in good fun and as a child many had no choice but to put up with sloane’s antics. The only person she never dared to mess with was, of course, her mother.

mrs. morrison ridiculed sloane on multiple occasions, rarely hiding her disdain for her younger daughter’s nonconformity. whenever sloane laughed a little too loud or said an unsavory word or tore her new dress, her mother appeared out of thin air to berate her. nobody stood up for her, not in public anyway. the unspoken rule was what their mother said was law and sloane continued to challenge that. it became harder for her to connect with her siblings as greer would be supportive in private. her twin? forget about it. the two were as different as night and day and she knew he would never understand her the way that she wanted to be understood. no one in the family did. the older she got, the worse her mother became with the snide and judgmental comments. whenever she tried to fight back her mother knew the exact thing to say to shut her up, to make her back into a corner like a wounded animal before giving up. she would always pretend to act innocent, and sloane would always pretend not to care. too sensitive, her mother would call her whenever she eventually lashed out.

plagued by puberty and hormones, her teenage years were when her rebellion began with a bang. sloane cut and dyed her hair, she got piercings, she even led a crew of girls in her high school who were all as cutthroat and vicious as she was. she proudly commanded them with an iron fist. a morrison trait she did seem to inherit was that she knew how to take control of a group. they would party and drink and disregard all rules their parents had for them. sloane would occasionally end up on tabloids, mostly for petty crimes such as breaking and entering or driving under the influence. she would be left out of family plans, holidays, and vacations. it was a punishment for acting out as her parents would tell her. sloane took a bat and smashed the windows to two of the family cars that day. rather than submitting sloane would crash events, usually bringing her rowdy friends along, and doing everything she could to ruin it. the world that she strived so hard to be a part of suddenly became a joke to her. it was all bullshit. all of it.

THE PRESENT.

she didn’t want to go to ogden. sloane didn’t even want to go to college. her grades were subpar and if her family wasn’t filthy rich, she probably wouldn’t have graduated high school. when her mother threatened to take away essentially all the girl’s resources and press charges for sloane’s damages on family property, she begrudgingly agreed to attend the university. she had abandoned a large majority of her relationships from high school seemingly at random. people she considered her closest friends she dropped without a second thought. it was still impossible to come into ogden as a loner. her last name followed sloane wherever she went and in spite of her attempts to keep her distance, everyone already knew her as greer’s little sister before she stepped foot onto campus. soon enough, the comparisons came trickling in and sloane worked hard to shut them down. she’s calmed down since her time at high school and rather than being power hungry was now much more interested in keeping her head down. so much for that now.

HEADCANONS.

parent to a three legged, seven-year-old russian blue named beelzebub (bee for short) and a hog nose snake named agnes (after agnès varda)

she is so annoying and pretentious when it comes to film not in the "you just don’t understand pulp fiction" way, in the if you can’t talk about french new wave cinema then she isn’t interested way. her favorite film makers are julia ducournau and yasujirō ozu. she hates marvel movies and anything else in the mainstream. she says “midsummer” like “midsommar”. she thinks disney is cheesy and studio ghibli is amazing. it’s the one thing she’s truly passionate about so she takes it very seriously

sloane is very agile. she did ballet when she was younger as well as gymnastics up until her last year of high school. she was never meant for team sports, and it was the only hobby from her childhood that she stuck with

little miss potty mouth. truly she says some vile things sometimes i’m sorry

snark queen, no prisoners taken

has a large scar on her back going from her right shoulder to the middle of her back. a childhood injury after falling from a particularly large tree. the doctor said she got lucky

sloane has diagnosed depression and ADHD. she takes meds and should be in therapy but isn’t so

bisexual so she can ruin the lives of all genders. she didn’t “come out” per say. she brought over a girl she was seeing (dating would be too generous of a term) to a christmas party and told everyone to deal with it. they got high and destroyed a painting in one of the hallways before being promptly kicked out

EXTRA.

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LOCATION: Sloane’s room STATUS: Closed for @ironlvngs​

"Well don’t just fucking stand there. Someone could see you.” Sloane says the moment she opens the door and pulls Link. With Nat gone for a few hours, she did the worst thing she could have thought of and texted the worst person she could think of. She liked her roommate, she didn’t have to see this. They hadn’t seen each other for quite some time and that bothered Sloane. Not because she actually liked being around them or they missed them or anything along those lines. God, no. Link was consistent and as much as seeing him made her feel awful she couldn’t stay away. He was like a fungus who just kept growing. Silence settles over the both of them. Exchanging any kind of pleasantry with him nearly always turned sour. “I need a favor. I forgot I needed to take some portraits for my photography class. Can you stand still while I boss you around? I know you have the time otherwise you wouldn’t have come.” Sloane eyes him. “We can do stuff after. ‘Kay?”

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LOCATION: Kep’s room STATUS: Closed for @coolkep​

Sloane couldn’t think of a worse assignment than watching a professor’s film. There were plenty at Ogden who had done noteworthy things in the industry, but as it turns out being a film theory teacher does not mean you will be necessarily good at filmmaking. She idly pets Kep’s dog with one hand and the other inching closer to her phone. The girl hated to be the kind of person who couldn’t focus on a movie but sometimes, regrettably, she couldn’t sit through. Also when someone couldn’t write women it always showed. Sloane lets out a sigh of relief as the credits begin to roll. “You know, I feel a lot better about my thesis film now. They really just let people make anything.” She pauses for a beat. “Does our teacher have a foot fetish? Because that was like Tarantino level weird with how many I saw.”

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LOCATION: The quad STATUS: Closed for @gianninnaa​

Sloane was already not in the mood as she’s leaving class. She loved her major but it was hard to enjoy at times when there was always some film bro who wouldn’t know good cinematography if it hit him in the face. If it was up to her good cinematography would be her fists. As she weaves through the crowd of students she notices the traffic comes to a halt. It was the middle of the day and it wasn’t uncommon for most people to be getting out at this time. She should’ve taken more night classes. “Move.” Sloane says to the brunette. It’s not posed as a question but as an order. Nobody moves though and her irritation only grows. “I said fucking move.” Shoving the person closest to her, she cringes as she hears to unmistakable smack of a phone hitting the pavement, screen side down. Great. The blonde looks down at the ground and then back to Gianna. “Whoops.” 

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LOCATION: Social science building STATUS: Closed for @reinaazarolla​

Sloane was never particularly good at keeping friends. She was stubborn and reactive and never gave anyone a second chance. if she knew half of the people she met in her childhood were going to be at Ogden then she probably would have let her mother cut her off. It was a better alternative to seeing another person she lashed out in her French class or at the dining hall. Not that she would take any of what she said back she was still herself. That didn’t make runs ins any less awkward as she tried to play it cool. Reina was almost a distant memory. Sloane should have known better than to think she would be so lucky. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She said to herself although it was certainly loud enough for the other to hear. “Do you believe in karma, Reina? I'm just asking. Until recently I thought it was a load of bullshit.”

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LOCATION: Frank’s STATUS: Closed for @mrsscn​

Tensions had been high since the beginning of break for the Morrisons. After the ski trip and that god awful surprise party with everyone’s parents, no one seemed to be having a good time. Sloane had made herself scarce when she was home. She was going to stay on campus for break but her mother still insisted she came back to Manhattan for reasons unknown. Probably to torture her. Things with Harding are awkward, what else was knew, and for the most part she stayed out of his way. For the most part. She went to Frank’s because Summer would always give her free alcohol but when her friend was nowhere to be found, she was surprised to see her brother. “Hey fuckface.” She said casually, like nothing had happened. If anyone could expect anything from Sloane it was that no matter what she was going to be antagonistic. “Did you steal my airpods during break? I can’t find them. Weird way to get back at me but if you can return them I’ll be gracious about it.”

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LOCATION: Illicit House Party STATUS: Closed for @aletheapierce​

Ollie’s birthday was always fun. Even when Greer was still around the two were able to stay out of each other’s way and create a sort of truce for their mutual friend. As much as it made Sloane’s skin crawl to share with her siblings, she knew it was childish and selfish to ask anyone to choose. How anyone could still think so highly of her sister though after what’s been going on was beyond her though. Still, she keeps Greer’s name out of her mouth because she wanted to enjoy herself. Instead it had seem she had drank herself into a mood. It happened occasionally but never when she was surrounded by people she actually liked. When she spots Alethea she saunters over to them. “Move.” The girl commands the person sitting next to her. “I’m only going to say it once.” The other partygoer scowls but does at their told. Plopping down next to her— well, whatever they were right now, she sighs. “Don’t you hate it when you’re trying to find a good bathroom to cry in and you walk in on people fucking? Like the weather is nice go outside in the bushes.” 

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montyrichler·:

“You think?” Monty’s gaze zeroed in on the chicken in question, pushing his sunglasses up onto his head to instead squint against the sun for a more clear look. “I dunno… He’s kinda got a thousand-yard stare goin’ on there. He could be determined.” It was a fundraising event, too, so it seemed like a shitty choice to back out at the last minute. Monty was still considering the odds, watching as everyone congregating around the shoreline stripped to their various swim trunks and bathing suits. It took him not even a half-second of thought before answering Sloane automatically, “A grand.” He paused to reconsider, chin briefly jutting out before lowering the price point with a shrug, “Eh, more like a hundred bucks.” He’d always been cheap. How bad could it be, anyway, if so many people were willing to dive in yearly? A shriek rang out, cutting through the chilly air, and Monty looked over to spot a cluster of teens roughhousing, water unexpectedly lapping at a girl’s foot as she stumbled too close. He huffed and sniffled lightly, hands burying deeper within the warmth of his jacket pockets. “You enjoy human suffering, don’t you?” he asked Sloane, turning towards the other with a slowly growing smile. “I bet you woulda thrived in ancient Rome.”

“I know.” She replies confidently. “I’m like a truffle pig but for fear. Look at him wringing his hands. If he doesn’t chicken out he’s definitely thinking about it.” It would be a little funny, admittedly, for someone to be so bold during a fundraising event. Her attention is all on Monty after his reply which came quicker than expected. “You fucked up. I would’ve paid you the grand.” And it would have been worth it despite the inevitable scolding she would get from her parents. They can spend their money how they want but god forbid she wanted to have some fun. “I can do a hundred though.” Sloane eyed him, lips forming into a smirk at the obvious challenge she was setting up. “I mean people do this shit every year. The water probably isn’t even that cold.” As if a body of water in mid winter in the north east would be anything other than freezing. “It would be for a good cause too.” She nodded sincerely even if her intentions were more about her own entertainment. There wasn’t that much time until everyone would get the announcement to run so she hoped she was being convincing enough. “You’re just figuring that out?” The blonde laughed and took his comment as a compliment. Why wouldn’t she? “I always thought I could kick Julius Caesar’s ass. Emperor has a nice ring to it.”

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summills·:

     when seeing the swerving golf cart in the distance, summer didn’t think too much of it. the way that she drives ? this is normal behaviour. the next assumption would have been that a student hijacked it again ( you’d think they’d put better security measures on these things by now ). when the cart pulled up and slowed next to summer, she took her headphones off, and saw sloane sitting and wagging her brows at her — she should have fucking known. still, summer grins wide. 

   “ i should have just guessed it was you when i saw that sorry excuse for driving. ” she starts as she hops into the passenger seat, bystanders giving them looks — some of amusement, some of disapproving looks. not that she was one to talk about driving. “ did you run over anyone yet before picking me up ? be honest. i won’t judge. ”

Summer just got it. She was just as impulsive and reckless as Sloane was and that was probably why they got along so well. Summer was the kind of person she strived to be more like. She took bigger risks when they were together and it usually paid off. “I’m doing pretty good for someone who’s most experience behind the wheel is Mario Kart.” The blonde snickered. “So piss off or you can’t ride.” She didn’t move the cart though as she waited expectantly for the other to join her. “Not yet.” As if it was a goal of hers to do so. There were definitely a few she wouldn’t mind hitting. With everything going on she knew it wouldn’t be the best move though. “I mean, even if I do I won’t kill them or anything. Ogden students have fast reflexes. You should’ve seen how many jumped out of my way getting over here.” Sloane had only laughed at the dirty looks she got. “Now, where to?”

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icypippa​:

          Pippa was one of those people that didn’t necessarily do a lot of activities that other people did to destress. She wasn’t like the other students that really wanted or needed to be around a bunch of other people, dancing, getting drunk, doing drugs, or hooking up at various parties. She didn’t judge other people for having that as an outlet though she would rather not be around those types of environments and people, especially since her major required her to have decent grades if she wanted to get into a good medical school after graduating. Pippa also figured that people were “dealing” with the death of a fellow student in various ways. She figured everyone had their own to cope. Hers had been avoiding family, the exception being Sloane and Harding since they could literally seek her out if they wanted to. Finding places to study though, was becoming a problem, as a lot of people seemed to be using the same hiding spots Pippa always used. She wasn’t necessarily upset at being found by Sloane, but she did fake the smile on her face—not really a rarity for her these days. “Well, considering I never went home for break, myself.” She felt guilty for everything that happened over winter break. Pippa chooses not to look too closely at the bag that fell from her cousin’s pocket onto the floor. “Of course it was,” she replies with narrowed eyes. “I wouldn’t blame you if it wasn’t though.” The words barely above a whisper. She closes the book in front of her, pushing it to the side. Concentrating will be impossible. Unlike with most people, Pippa wouldn’t judge her cousin—exceptions were always made for Sloane. 

Sloane’s relationship with the rest of her family was pretty cut and dry. Her parents, Harding, and Greer could piss off (and in a way she supposed one of them did). She didn’t speak to any of the others with the exception of Pippa. Sure, if you asked Sloane she was kind of a stick in the mud but she had always been that way. Most importantly however she had come to trust her cousin. They had a mutual understanding of how the Morrisons were and had a complicated relationship with she who shall not be named. Misery loves company and all of that. “Wait really? You should’ve told me.” The blonde groaned. “I could have told my mom I was keeping you company or some bullshit. Instead I spent the rest of it being holed up in the city. Not to mention Harding and I had a fucking fight and— well what else is new, right?” Somehow talking about her dead classmate was easier than talking about anything else that happened during the ski trip. “So I’m assuming you’re staying at Ogden by choice then. That tracks.” Pippa could go anywhere she wanted and Sloane never got why she stayed, even before. “You can have some if you want. For a drink, of course. Since it’s sugar.” It was meant to be a tease. She knew her cousin wouldn’t go for something like that, especially in the middle of the day and during her study session. Her grades could wait though. Giving Sloane attention was more important. “Listen Pippa. The real reason I came over here...” Her face grows serious. “Is because I left my wallet and phone back in my room. Can you buy me a coffee? And maybe a sandwich?”

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aletheapierce·:

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“ha, ha. maybe you were.” alethea teased back, though they had already been on this path back before sloane. it was just easier away from school, away from their family, away from greer. it had been nice not to be alone all summer though, and through it. even if it was incredibly awkward now. she hadn’t intended for it to happen, or for it to end the way it had. and now no one knew, and the two went on acting like greer had been their only connection point. “yea, but you’re like…cool doing it.” they shrugged, hands now moving to tuck themselves under her armpits, to keep them warm and occupied. sloane maintained their gaze ahead, but she couldn’t help but look over at her. her eyes scan her, watching for any sort of reaction, and disappointed to see none. “yea, it was. and you didn’t.” not entirely, that had all been alethea. it always was her. but she turned to look across the ground as they walked, feet carrying them without thought. and then they were at the bar, honestly it was a relief. she reached to open the door and gesture for sloane to enter first. “first round is on me.” 

“I’m taking that as a yes and also as a compliment.” Sloane could barely hide the grin in her reply. A part of her told her to tread lightly, to not get too comfortable again, and another encouraged her to keep her guard down. When Alethea was right there though it was easy to bounce back to how things were between them. They invited her for a drink, after all. Sloane was always more than fine with never speaking to people from the past again but when she thinks about her and the other’s summer together it wasn’t all bad. It would be easier to walk away if it was. “You know what? You’re right, actually. I do make self destruction look good.” You didn’t, Alethea said. It nearly made the girl stop in her tracks as they approached the building. “You don’t—.” She sighed. “Don’t do that thing you do and take the blame. I guess the adult response would be something lame like well we still had fun together.” Her voice went up an octave to show she was being sarcastic. “How many shots do you think it’ll take for either of us to get closure?” Sloane asked as she walks into the bar. Slipping back to her carefree attitude was easier than actually confronting anything.

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LOCATION: Alcott #315 STATUS:Closed for @court-mills​

Admittedly, Sloane thought a night of board games was just like college kid code for a party. It was on the school bulletin so obviously they weren’t going to say what was really going on. To her surprise as her and Coco went in, there were a group of students playing what she could only guess to be charades. She walks in and immediately slumps on the open spot on the couch, cradling the bottle of whiskey she had brought. Within about an hour or so she had gotten through quite a bit of it and had no intentions of sharing. As she observes a painful game of charades, she groans loudly. “Oh my fucking god. It’s Titanic. The movie. Ever heard of it dipshit?” Her interruption resulted in a few angry stares from the other attendees and she looks over to him. “I thought you said this was going to be fun.”

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mrsscn·:

harding !!

          “  absolutely  not  my  point   ,   actually   ,   but  way  to  make  it  about  yourself   .   ”  he  tossed  back  idly   ,   voice  devoid  of  sentiment  one  way  or  the  other   .   giving  her  even  the  smallest  hint  of  emotion  was  akin  to  him  losing  their  little  back  and  forth   .   she  was  too  much  and  he  was  too  little   .   yin  and  yang   .   even  so   ,   his  blue  eyes  lifted  from  the  scattered  glass  beneath  his  feet  to  focus  on  the  tense  form  of  his  twin  sister   ,   his  head  tilted  to  the  side  in  a  contemplative  appraisal   .   “    judge  us  all  you’d  like   ,   but  at  the  end  of  the  day   ,   you’re  just  like  us   .   would  you  like  to  go  missing  too   ,   sloane   ?   then  you’d  have  all  the  attention   .   would  that  make  you  feel  better   ?   to  have  everyone  wonder  where  you  are   ?   make  bets  on  whether  you’re  dead  in  a  ditch  or  enjoying  margaritas  on  some  beach  ?   to  have  people  miss  you   ?   because  they  would   .   i  would   ,   same  as  i  miss  her   .   ”   he  paused  for  a  moment   ,   shoving  his  hands  in  the  pockets  of  his  trousers   .    “    and  you  could   ,   y’know   ?   disappear   .  ”

         he  remained  composed  throughout  the  entirety  of  their  conversation  .   he  was  the  picture  perfect  image  of  professionalism   ,   as  though  he  was  discussing  a  business  deal  and  not  the  utter  shit  show  that  was  their  relationship   .   he  tried   .  he  really  did   .   but  just  as  it  was  easy  for  sloane  to  slip  into  shouts  and  angry  rants    ,   it  was  easy  for  him  to  slip  into  indifference  and  practiced  speeches   .   maybe  she  was  right   .   maybe  they  didn’t  stand  a  chance   .    “   you  could  disappear  right  now   ;    but  you  won’t   ,    will  you   ?    ”   his  words  were  accusatory   ,  lilting  and  conversational   ,   and  they  matched  beautifully  with  the  curious  glare  that  fell  down  on  the  blonde  hurricane  before  him   .   it  was  a  challenge   ,   pure  and  simple   .   go  on  and  prove  him  wrong   .    “  you  bitch  and  moan  about  how  no  one  cares  about  you   ,   but  i  make  it  a  point  to  come  out  here  and  talk  to  you   .   it’s  too  late  though   .   fine  ,   i  get  it  .   but  then  you  also  bitch  and  moan  about  how  mom  berates  you   ,   dad  hates  you   ,   this  family  sucks   ,   blah   ,   blah   ,   blah           and  yet  here  you  remain   ,   coming  to  these  parties  and  taking  it  .   ” 

         “   throwing  tantrums  about  mommy  and  daddy  is  easy   ,   sloane   .   i  feel  no  sympathy  for  a  girl  who  complains  about  being  burned   ,   but  continues  to  play  with  fire  .   ”    with  a  nonchalant  shrug   ,   he  stepped  over  the  rest  of  the  broken  glass  and  walked  back  inside   .

If Sloane said she couldn’t remember the last time she blew up at somebody like this she’d be lying. That was the problem, wasn’t it? She knew she was a lot. She knew she was difficult. When she opened her mouth she would say whatever was on her mind and damn the consequences. She would dig herself into a hole and shovel to the center of the earth because she was just that stubborn. She hated herself for it. “I am nothing like you.” Her tone is cold as if she was genuinely offended by the idea that she would be like anyone in their family, especially him. “You know why? Because after graduation I’ll be free. A feeling you will never know.” That was essentially what Sloane and her parents had agreed on. She just had to get through four years at Ogden before fucking off forever and since then she’s been counting down the days. “Can’t disappear from this conversation unfortunately.” The blonde mutters. Then he said possibly the worst thing he could have during this entire interaction. I’d miss you. 

“Just shut up already! Stop talking!” Sloane snapped at Harding. “I do all of this for attention, huh? That’s what you think? That I lay back and take all of mom and dad’s bullshit because I’m secretly a glutton for punishment? I do it to myself, right? I’m just a cliché whiny rich girl who’s parents didn’t love her and you are gracious enough to extend the olive branch. Wow, lucky me. How could I ever be so ungrateful?” She scoffed. “Is that it? And you wonder why I have no fucking interest in having a relationship with you!” A very small part of her, one that she often pushed away, told her to stop. Walk away, it whispered faintly. “Since we’re being so honest about how we feel— I pity you . At least I choose to be myself and make my own choices. You don’t even know who you are outside of this fucking family.”  

Sloane smiled wryly as she flicked her cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath her heel. “If it’s so easy then why don’t you do it? Oh right! You can’t even stand up for yourself so why the hell should I ever expect you to do anything for me? I guess we both let each other down. Shocker!” She watched as he began to walk away. “I mean this from the bottom of my heart, fuck you Harding.”

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“The small size is usually a selling point,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Then Diego sent Sloane a look, something between disapproving, and amused. Like he’d expected her to say something to this effect, but had to at least pretend like he hadn’t asked for it. “Unfortunately I don’t think a death, or a disappearance would ever be enough to get a college to close their doors,” he pointed out. There were likely bigger tragedies that colleges pushed through than what was going on here, as terrible as it was to think about. “I think the only reason one would close down would be running out of students, or money. While all this is all pretty fucked up, I think it’s going to be fine on both counts.” He tapped his fingers along the table absently, “did you consider not coming back?” Could that even have been an option for her? It would have certainly sent some sort of message…

“What?” Sloane innocently asked and shrugged to Diego’s look. “It isn’t like I knew her.” She paused for a beat, leaving the her to be ambiguous on purpose. “Penny, that is.” The blonde grinned at her own little joke. With everything else going on Greer’s disappearance felt like a lifetime ago and remained a sensitive subject at the same time. At least Sloane never claimed to be good at being sensitive. “I guess you’re right. I mean, if students don’t come to Ogden how else will Dean Zuko be able to build his golden statue from the tuition money?” It did feel nearly comical at this point. Things kept happening at Ogden, to students specifically, and the university didn’t bat an eye. She didn’t think there was any merit to all press is good press but maybe by next year she’d be proven wrong. The girl scoffed at his question. “It’d take less than someone dying to get me to not come back to this hell. My mother insisted me and Harding stay here after her fucking daughter went missing. She’s— well you know her. Psychotic. Already lost one kid so what’s two more?”

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LOCATION: The polar bear plunge STATUS: Closed for @montyrichler​

The only reason Sloane had even stopped by to witness the event was to laugh at those who would undoubtedly regret the decision to run into the freezing water. Sure, it was for a good cause, but there were definitely other things people could do. She liked the cold but not that much. The blonde watches as everyone appears to be mentally preparing for what was about to happen. “Ten bucks that guy with the dark hair is going to chicken out.” Sloane gestures to someone who looked very nervous and couldn’t have been much older than her or Monty. She sighs, a little bored and wished she had a drink to help with the wait. It was still better than being stuck in her three hour math lecture though. Her blue eyes shift over to the other. “Genuine question,” Sloane pursed her lips, “what would convince you go jump in? Asking for a friend.”

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LOCATION: Coffee shop in the commons STATUS: Closed for @icypippa​

It was the middle of the week and Sloane was hungover from the previous night. That wasn’t uncommon of her and with everything going on she was surprised more people weren’t acting out. She stares at her coffee cup intently and groans as she hears other students chatting. She thought this was supposed to be a quiet area for studying or whatever people who cared about Ogden did. People like her cousin who was coincidentally near by. Sloane moves, wincing as she moved a little too quickly, and helps herself to a chair at the other’s table. “Hey Pip.” Sloane greeted in a tone that said I’m ready to annoy you. “Who let you out of the house?” The girl leans over and is about to say more when she feels something fall out of her pocket onto the floor in front of the other Morrison. She realizes what was in the nondescript plastic dime bag with white powder and swoops down to grab it. “I was looking for that.” Of course Pippa was right there to watch the whole ordeal. “Don’t worry, it’s sugar.”