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𖤐⋆.˚ 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻𝚂 … a dependent roleplay blog affliated with 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗵𝗾 tolerated by 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘯. twenty7. she + her. featuring thematic elements and studies in ... finding immense beauty in the morbid and the macabre ; picking up the jagged pieces of a buried past ; skeletons slipping through the cracks of a barricaded closet ; 'i'm not a violent dog — i don't know why i bite' .ᐟ
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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?"
that entire evening jodie had been contemplating why she even decided to show up. she’d convinced herself that accepting the invitation would be a form of absolution, that confronting the past would somehow detox her from the feelings that she so skillfully repressed for years. if anything, it’d done the opposite. it has been said that grief is a complex feeling, that sadness is a complex feeling, but no one truly ever talked about the complexities of guilt. how quickly the tides could turn and seeing the wilders that evening felt like getting hit by an unruly wave. she just hoped she wouldn’t drown. ironic considering ... a flood warning. the incessant buzz of the alarms sounded, but they fell on deaf ears, a prolonged ring overpowering her senses instead. she’d been standing, idle, eyes focused on the men in uniform that filed in. why were they there ? what was going on ? she’d been expecting something, but not this. uneasiness lingered for a moment though river’s voice drew her out of her trance. “ at the rate this night is going, most likely. ” spoken without missing a beat. despite her internal struggle, she wore no sign of it — a playful lilt in her tone. “ you bring your camera ? might need to start taking portraits for our obituaries. ”
what was that saying ? it's better the devil you know . when st marys had opened its doors , it probably hadn't expected the fleshy hot mess of the class of two thousand and fourteen . nicholas might have been among those who most likely shouldn't have ever knelt to say prayers or taken confession but he wasn't alone . embedded within their cursed class , something that no amount of holy communion could have erased from them ... their ability to ensure that they made all the wrong choices , buried themselves alive . chris was just one small casualty in the grand scheme of things , it was those left behind that were meant to be tortured , tormented . nick however , was quite the opposite , his return something that he was enjoying ever second of rather than being pulled into the negative energy of his peers . " politics ? if i never make it back to the nfl then i'll definitely try that next , " he was already a politician in his own right , able to infiltrate any circle he wanted and usually create absolute carnage from the inside . all he cared about was a cheap thrill , his addictions of the past all leading back to his need to get his blood pumping and no real substantial void that he was trying to fill . the grin that tears across his face , eyes alive with electric as he rubs his hands together , " i could tell on you ... but what would be the fun in that ? it's only interesting to hold something over someone's head , not rat them out , " not that it would make a very interesting tattle at their age but the thought still amused him . he was riding the high of all the love and adoration he was being shown by middle aged strangers he didn't care about at all , a real treat for his ego alongside upsetting all of his previous classmates with his raw truths . " aren't you having the time of your life reliving your glory days ? " a pause , " actually , understandable ... you weren't that glorious . luckily , i was and i might let you stand in my shadow to taste some of it as a treat . i'm in a good mood . "
jodie expected nothing less from nicholas lehoy, what one saw was what one got. she couldn’t say she was close to him, but she did know him. perhaps a bit more than most despite scarce time spent, the power of an observant eye. she'd liked to think he’d grow, diverge in his adulthood because, for some strange reason, she was silently rooting for him. it didn’t come as a shock to her that he hadn't though ( maybe he couldn't ). he still appeared to be that same teenage boy lighting fires in people for fun — but she still happened to be one of the few flames that never did ignite. she didn’t interject right away, opted for silence and watched as he mulled over what was only meant to be a quip of a greeting on her behalf. if he could find amusement in her words, she could find amusement in his — and she did. mainly because his glorious dig held no weight, amounted to nothing but noise. “ think you might've forgotten who your audience is right now, ” there was an air of calmness in her. sure, she could’ve bit back and told him to fuck off for the hell of it; but she was smart enough to know that a line was a line and to swim right past the bait. not many did. “ but i have to say, your innate ability to still revel in your own wickedness is remarkable. ” spoken without malice, though it wasn't meant to be a token of praise either. an overfed ego did more harm than good, the proof was standing right in front of her. she let her statement linger, her eyes meeting his. “ can i ask you something ? ” she was going to regardless. “ does it ever get exhausting for you ? ” curious, as she extended a hand and offered the burning vice nestled between her fingers.
𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : event starter. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 : open , @classcursestarters .
zeppelin was struggling throughout this whole thing evening . counting down the seconds for it to be 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 with . although , on the outside it looked like he was a full supporter of the whole thing . or , that's what he was trying to give off . there were times the male was far too easy to read when it came to the pure 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 behind his eyes . . . ( but that was neither here nor there . ) zoned out for a moment , it wasn't until zeppelin noticed someone come over in his general area . more than likely minding their own business but zeppelin took that as his cue to turn on the facade . ❛ kinda surreal , don't you think ? ❜ the male questioned as he glanced over at the other . ❛ us all being here ten years later . ❜
“ pinched myself a few times tonight, actually. ” if it hadn’t been for the slight curve of her lip then one could’ve assumed her words were spoken with severity. tone flat, void of any emotion really, but it was a smile that gave her away. zeppelin was right, it was surreal — a bit too surreal it bordered unsettling. faces jodie never would’ve thought to appear again came out of the woodwork, joined a flock that churned out effortless pleasantries. it was almost as if that night never happened. that this event was just old home week. some of them should've considered going into acting, would really knock meryl streep down a few pegs. however, her classmates weren't the ones that held her attention the most, but the duo donning sashes and working the room with an ease that could’ve earned them the academy award that did. knowing what she knew about the wilders — at least, what chris had shared with her — she found the laughter, the smiles, all a bit … interesting. artificial. then again, maybe it wasn’t an act. maybe death really did bring people together for the better. in a way, the same could be said for the class of 2014, only for them it was probably for worse. “ do you think this is … ” melancholic ? jarring ? odd ? weird ? hard ? “ uncomfortable for them ? ” the 'them' in question could've been up for interpretation — their classmates, perhaps even the parents, but her lingering gaze on the couple of honor hinted otherwise.
open thread. // @classcursestarters
god, that was weird. malcolm can't get over the fact that he was somehow made to do that speech. he also can't get over the fact that someone, somehow, slipped a clip of himself and helena into a wilder home video. what the hell was that? the video was innocent enough, but he's paranoid now. does someone know something? he knows of only one person other than helena herself, and it's got him a bit on edge. that on top of seeing chris' parents and kai of all fucking people... well, he's in need of a drink in his hand to accompany his bloodshot eyes.
he sighs to himself, trying to subtly release a puff of smoke from his lips before he crosses over to the refreshment table. "please tell me someone spiked the punch in true st. mary's - i mean, new horizons - fashion. i'm clearly dying for that old 2014 feel to life," the words drip from his tongue, coated in sarcasm. always making the jokes.
as curious as she was, jodie held her tongue. she wouldn’t dare ask the question that no doubt lingered in the back of everyone’s mind. not yet, anyway. what was that video ? but better yet, why show it ? there had to have been a reason. was it a humiliation tactic ? sabotage ? a warning ? not only for malcolm, not only for helena, but for the rest of them too. a 'you'll all get yours — just wait' message, the beginning of some psychological mind game. she could’ve spent all night speculating, had the time to anyway, parents bypassing her altogether to favor her former classmates that had much more traditional success stories. that and maybe their inviting demeanor might’ve had something to do with it — enticing smiles rather than the lack of one she wore. couldn’t be bothered to. “ what, you really want a repeat of semi-formal ? ” an evening that was just as much fun as it was a catastrophe. breakups, makeups, fights, few hookups, dancing ( a lot of it ) — and all because of a sneaky slip of someone’s hand. had someone done so now, she could only imagine what would ensue. however, from the looks of it, it seemed as though a good amount of them grew to hold their liquor. might've just been boring, probably even a bit emotional, certainly no dancing. “ could introduce you to my friend mary jane; but something tells me you two might’ve already met tonight. ” corner of her lip matched the quirk of her brow, “ unless magically producing smoke is some new party trick of yours you’re testing out. ”
@classcursestarters / open
she had been convinced that it would be a disaster from the beginning but it seemed that it was just another classic front ... a way to make things feel and look better than they were . she had no idea why they chose the class of 2014 as their new poster children , half of them semi - successful and some just burn outs like her , irrelevant to whatever the hell was going on at new horizons . parents were the last people she wanted to talk to although she had noted her step father taking the opportunity to poke around at what was on offer . the drinks and food were the only thing that had her staying after everyone had rounded up on their bullshit speeches and questions . " thank god that's over for another ten years , " as she knocks back her drink , cringing . although , she was joking ... there was no way they'd ever be summoned back together again .
“ wouldn’t be shocked if my next invitation got lost in the mail, ” a greeting spared to entertain the girl’s quip instead. perhaps things would’ve gone differently that evening if jodie had sought out that doctoral title. questions of ‘what do you deal with’ met with some inspirational shit that only added hopeful fuel to such ambitious parents rather than the one word answer she so sparsely gave them instead. so her approach was a bit morbid — what other answer could she have given ? death pretty much summed it up. a concise approach clearly misconstrued for a curt one, word traveling from one parent to the next, because ever since her last encounter, not a single one came up to her again. guess it paid to be off-putting at times, didn’t have to deal with forced small talk with strangers — but when she looked at cherry, she realized that she could’ve been considered one of those strangers too. wasn’t always though. interesting how time could be such a weapon of change — of course, there were other factors at play too. “ had a mother ask me if i enjoyed my job and i told her i never had to worry about being unemployed ... she didn't really find it amusing. ” lips sealed around the rim of her glass in an attempt to suppress a smile, polishing off what little remained before, “ could probably go for another, you ? ”
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she studied it — the mosaic glass stained and marred by cracks depicting the devastation. the son of god nailed to the cross, anguish bestowed upon his features, and a slew of figures crowded before him. ten years ago jodie would’ve paid no mind to it, she hadn’t, often saw it as just another gaudy display. for a place that prided itself in being the best they fell short on upkeep. maybe the evening was just a ploy to rack up enough to replace the window ... with an inviting sunrise, no doubt. clear tape still sealed a shard of the pane in place — one peeled back time and time again by the deviant to funnel her smoke. after word got out of an ‘aroma’ lingering from the restrooms, jodie had to get creative. apparently creative enough that even after all this time no one seemed to notice. cigarette sat idle between ringed fingers, attention fixed on a woman knelt before the cross, head in her hands and draped in crimson red. her own hand dropped to smooth over the silk slip dress of the same color. a bit darker, jodie never one for flashiness, and clinging to her frame like a second skin. yet it wasn’t the dress that felt constricting, no, but a crashing wave of realization that rendered her still. for a moment, she saw herself in that woman, she saw her classmates in that crowd. it wasn't a cross, it was a flowing current. like that very scene, they all watched chris die … disappear. only he didn't do it for their sins, they'd pay for those. technically they already started to. movement eventually pulled her from her own head ( thank god ), quick drag from her cig before, “ you going to sell me out to the headmistress ? ” deadpanned as if she hadn’t just grappled with an internal revelation, jodie finally turned only to be met with a familiar face. “ nick, ” should’ve known it'd be him, always was one to catch her in a moments of seclusion. “ enjoying yourself this evening ? ” a beat, “ seem to be. you know if i hadn't known, i would've thought you tried your hand at a career in politics. ”
sliding his tongue along his lower lip, vincent's brows lifted at the banter, an amused smile gracing his features as he complimented the expression with short laughter and a shake of his head. ❛ shit, i just might, ❜ vince quipped in playful reply, stepping closer, cocking his head as he took a moment to really take in her features; pretty, kissed with age, though her features still aglow with a youthfulness that further displayed itself in the way her lips wrapped around the playful words she spoke. vincent's gaze wandered to where she nodded, sipping on his beer, his other hand slipping into his front pocket; ❛ wall of fame, ❜ he scoffed. the only wall he made it onto in this bar was the BANNED list for a solid three months for beating up a bouncer. mommy and daddy's money coulda gotten him out of that one, but they wanted their baby boy to learn a VALUABLE lesson about respect. something that didn't fair over well with the only atwood child, to everyone's dismay. ❛ i don't need to be associated with this shithole town or the people who live here. ❜ the sole reason he was even here for this reunion was to make sure the lessons he had taught all those years ago stuck; that lips stayed sealed, secrets remained unspoken, and to go on a grown-up power trip.
she truly didn’t mind or care that his memory may have failed to place a name to her face, perhaps it was better that way. just further proof that leaving town could do more healing than staying could; but then again, was it healing ? or was it a form of destruction ? avoiding something long enough that it would magically go away ? she told herself that at first, an attempt to make herself feel better for staying — that those who left were merely looking for an immediate escape route rather than a ticket to their future simply because they couldn’t handle the aftermath. ( not that she handled it well either ). maybe vince was one of them. maybe not. maybe he cared. maybe he didn't at all. regardless, he seemed to carry himself well. “ are you just saying that because you didn’t make the cut ? ” small jab scorched by the the warmth of whiskey, not her preferred but it would make do. can never say no to a free drink, even if the generous gifter hunched at the far end of the bar looked like he was two breaths away from death. “ but if that’s really the case, then you probably shouldn’t be talking to me at all then. ” a sidelong glance as a beat passed, toying with the thought of asking the question that lingered in the back of her head; but deep down she knew what brought him here. it’s what lured them all back. “ jodie, by the way. ”
"Jesus." Iris mumbled under her breath, seeing the all too familiar landmarks of St. Mary's now cleverly wrapped up and presented as New Horizons. Yvonne had certainly done what she could to cover up the grisly past but not everything could be buried that easily. "Can't believe I left Portland for this." Right in the middle of a huge hearing as well but there were some things you had to come back for and a vague threat on a reunion invite was certainly one of them. / @classcursestarters
“ will say — i’m not the biggest fan of what your mother’s, stepmother's done with the place. ” a formal greeting bypassed to favor a satirical quip instead, strides coming to a halt as jodie brushed shoulders with her former classmate. despite her ‘extended stay’ in lincoln, despite countless mornings passing by the haunt like clockwork, this was the first time she actually found herself, well, back, so to speak. “ bloody mary not making the rebrand does sting a bit. ” the statue and beacon of pure christianity that once overlooked the now vacant quad, traces of red paint tarnishing the stone — a dare once dished to a 2011 alum. perhaps that was the breaking point for the school, the cause for the abrupt end to such childish games. if only they knew what was to come. if only they knew what skeletons were buried by their promising class of 2014. then again, maybe they already did. the invitation, the text, the dare. it wasn't a coincidence. and what a twist it would be if the mastermind was actually a member of staff; but, that wasn't something jodie wanted to think about. not yet. “ nice to see you again, iris. ”
thankfully, being back in the abysmal, boring, underwhelming state of OREGON wasn't enough to put a damper on vincent's mood as he traipsed around town like he owned it, the thrill of the unknown lying before him enough to have him high without the assistant of any uppers ( okay, maybe some assistance but, primarily the thrill ). having already found himself well acquainted with one of the local bars, one he hasn't scene since he was using his last name to get him through the door when he was eighteen, vincent was shaking hands and accepting drinks from many who recognized him — either from st. mary's or from his lucrative career. people were greeting him by name when he couldn't even remember their faces, though he felt no shame about that; in fact, it was amusing as fuck. vince felt like a celebrity, which was the exact fuel his inferno of an ego needed. feeling the weight of someone's eyes on him, vincent turned, offering the face a widespread grin as their gazes met; ❛ hey there.... you !! youuuuu, you you you... uh, do i know you ?? ❜
the hole-in-the-wall felt like an untouched relic of nostalgia — ornate '70s wallpaper ( probably put up then too ) clinging on by a hope and a dream, defaced dollar bills thumbtacked over tears, and frames housing newspaper clippings, sun-bleached prints, and portraits of famous faces haphazardly thrown up to crowd the remaining space. the low-lit light by the restrooms still had that annoying flicker despite many a bulb change; and if you looked close enough, you’d even find an influx of names and memorialized messages carved and scrawled into the weathered wood. some would argue it was trashy, others would defend it as character. she favored the latter — was even certain the place would look the exact same years from now. said it as a teenager, said it now in her twenties, and would probably be around to say it in her eighties ... because much like that very bar, jodie kinski seemed to be a permanent fixture in lincoln city. memories of her teen self bartering with the chain-smoking bouncer for admittance ( mainly for the occasional live music act ) crossed her mind as she mindlessly traced along her very own carving etched into the bar top. a bit worn and illegible now, but still there. wasn’t until a commotion roused her out of a trance had she turned her head; but rather than break the gaze that eventually met hers, she held it — seemingly unabashed by the detection. “ dunno, maybe. you wouldn’t happen to still have my copy of the great gatsby would you ? ” tone drier than a desert, though a playful lilt managed to slip through the cracks as she made the small callback to a class once shared. “ d’you come back to see if you made it on the wall of fame ? ” brow rose as she offered a nod at the wall in question — successful lincoln natives pictured in all their glory.
𖤐⋆.˚ INTRODUCING ... JODIE KINSKI .ᐟ
a twenty7 year old would've been doctor turned embalmer with a love of vintage aesthetics and penchant for macabre. portrayed by daisy edgar jones .ᐟ
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