time for someone new to die

         She fears the reaper. {Indie Olivia Morris from Scre4m. I track the tag hasamind. M!A: None, accepting.}

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What is your opinion on my portrayal?

[gaiafleur-archive]

You can tell me on or off anon and I happily accept constructive criticism. 

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Olivia’s bitchy tone made Kirby feel even more guilty. The genre nut knew that she played a small role in Olivia leaving college. If she had just answered the goddamm phone, her former friend could have vented to her and Kirby would have comforted her. 

The blonde is a little surprised at Olivia’s next sentence. It wasn’t unusual that her mother and Olivia had bumped into each other at the grocery store, but it was kind of strange that they had talked beyond saying hi. 

"That’s cool." Kirby replies, not knowing what else to say.

The silence is becoming so awkward that Kirby decides to get the conversation going. “So, how’s Woodsboro?” She asks.

Olivia scoffed at the question. "Well it's just peachy." Everything in the town brought back memories, even the very fountain on which the two girls sat.

"Everyone looks at me weird," she wasn't expecting to confide in Kirby, "they're always . . . watching me when I'm in public. It's creepy." Maybe the other girl would offer some insight, as she was in almost the exact same situation as Olivia.

She had talked to Sidney once, about everything that had happened, and it was nothing short of awkward. Even before the massacre Olivia had been scared of Sidney, fearful of being hurt or even killed, and that translated in their conversation. She knew that Sidney could tell that she was uncomfortable around her, so the two of them rarely spoke.

"Guess that'll be the norm now, after everything that happened."

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i did this in like 20 minutes so obviously it needs more work bUT LOOK I MADE A ROBBIE

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genrenut replied to your post:*whispers* should i make a robbie or a stu maybe...

Omg you should make a robbie

i have a lot of muse for robbie and that's what other people are pushing me towards lmao so i'll probably end up making a blog for him

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*whispers* should i make a robbie or a stu maybe even a dewey idk man

[harushiki]

I actually really want to roleplay violent things. Even a forceful relationship. I don’t mind. I want to roleplay everything. Be it good things or bad things. Throw things at my character, slap them, hug them, kiss them, say mean things about them, anything, really. Make me cry, make me laugh. I really just want to roleplay all kinds of things.

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who do you ship olivia with?

To be completely honest it depends on the partner and their portrayal of the character. For instance OliviaxRobbie is absolutely unfathomable for me, but if Olivia interacts with a Robbie and they have good chemistry then it's possible that a relationship could develop there.

In terms of the canon, I can't really ship Olivia with anybody because she didn't get enough screen time, or a chance to interact with anyone enough for me to even think about shipping her with someone.

Also note that just because I ship Olivia with one portrayal of a character doesn't mean I ship her with EVERY portrayal of that character. Ex. just because I ship Olivia with one Adrian Ivashkov doesn't mean that she'll immediately have feelings for every other version of Adrian she interacts with. And just because two characters have a romantic relationship in one verse doesn't mean they have a relationship in every verse. They could hate each other in one thread and then be jumping each other's bones in the other. That's the beauty of being multiverse.

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Kirby could sense that the sandy haired girl was angry, and she didn’t blame her. If she was in Olivia’s place, she would be beyond pissed. Ignoring your best friend when they really needed you wasn’t something that could easily be forgiven. 

The genre nut focuses her gaze on the marble top of the fountain. She runs her manicured nail across it, biting her lip harshly. “Uh, I’m visiting my parents. I haven’t seen them in a long time.” Because she’s been avoiding this place and the memories it surfaced.

Her tone is awkward. She’s never been good at apologies.

"What about you? Aren’t you attending that college in Oregon?" Kirby inquiries.

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"Was." Olivia practically snapped at the blonde. "I dropped out." sure, she couldn't have excepted Kirby to know something like that. After all the two hadn't spoken in a long time. She was seething beneath the surface just thinking about how Kirby had abandoned her. Whether or not that was a coverup for what she was really feeling, Olivia wasn't entirely certain.

"I was so stressed and overwhelmed all the time that I left." she paused, to let Kirby react to her statement. "You know with the work load and all."

Olivia was trying her hardest not to be a complete and absolute bitch. Her fear of yet another abandonment overshadowed her anger and left her feeling insecure, and unsure of what to say next. She wanted to deal with all of her pent up anger and emotion, but was afraid that Kirby wouldn't react well to it.

It was getting darker and darker as the two girls sat at the fountain, equally avoidant and hesitant of the other. "Yeah I uh, saw your mom at the grocery store the other day," she began timidly, "she said hi. We talked for a while." Olivia was uncertain of how to continue the conversation.

[inboxideas]

Send me "Librarian!" + a number and I'll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!

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please DO NOT assume that just because my character is doing something that i as the writer

approve of it

am romanticizing it

have a kink with regard to it

think it is okay for anyone to ever do ever

because sometimes my character does things that I absolutely cringe at and which are almost painful to write.

but my writing a villain does not make me a villian

understand that it is fiction and I do not condone the wrong actions that sometimes are written out on my blog for in-character purposes.

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"I just figured it because I know that you, and Kirby like to run your mouths to Jill sometimes. But, you’re the only one I can talk to about this. You have to promise to keep quiet on this— I cheated on Jill with Jenny Randall last weekend.”

Trevor wasn’t proud of what he did to Jill, he also wasn’t too proud of telling Olivia about it. But who else did he have to tell? Out of the group of friends Trevor hungout with, Olivia was the only one he could fully let out what he did to. Plus, Trevor was tired of fighting and fighting with his girlfriend, he cheated on her in rage.

It’s not what he had intended.

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Olivia's mind was racing as soon as the words left his mouth. Cheating? Jill had told Olivia about an argument she'd had with Trevor, but she was positive that Jill didn't have a clue about the cheating. Sure the couple had their ups and downs, but she was in love with Trevor.

Guilt was the only thing that Olivia felt in that moment. Trevor didn't exactly seem proud of what he did but there was no way that she wasn't going to tell Jill about what he'd done. But did Jill really need to know? The news might hurt her more than it would help. Still, Olivia knew that she deserved to know the truth.

"You did what?" she demanded frantically. "I can't wait for you to justify this one."

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Kirby’s hazel colored eyes met Olivia’s and she went pale. The genre nut was shocked. Hadn’t Olivia gone to a university in Oregon? What was she doing back here? Seeing her former close friend made her guilty. Her mind flashed back to all those missed calls and the texts that she had ignored. If she could go back in time, she would tell herself to stop being such an idiot and to text her friend back. But, that was in the past. Now all she could do was try to repair her friendship with the other blonde. 

"Hey." She says, breaking the awkward silence. Kirby had always prided herself on being a talkative social butterfly, but right now she has no idea what to say. Sorry I ditched you? Sorry I ignored you even though you were the only remaining close friend I had? At that moment, she had no idea what to say.

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Olivia wanted nothing more than to have a friendship with Kirby. She wanted to hold on to something from her old life, and Woodsboro just didn't cut it. As much as the girl would've loved to scream at Kirby or break down and cry she couldn't. "Hi.”

The possibility of hallucination hadn't entirely been ruled out by Olivia. After all, Kirby was supposed to be in New York, wasn't she? She hadn't thought that Kirby would've wanted to come back at all. In the few times that Olivia had seen her friend after the massacre, she always seemed uncomfortable. Now she realized that that might've been because she was there.

"What are you doing here?” Olivia probably could've worded her question a bit better, as the words sounded almost threatening when they came out of her mouth. "I thought you were away?”

If the tense and awkward silence wasn't filled soon Olivia was going to explode. There were so many things she wanted to say but she knew that if she started talking she wouldn't shut her mouth. She was afraid of scaring Kirby away, yet again.

[ohjareau]

❀ about the muse. ❀

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BASICS:

name: Olivia Morris age: 18 birthday: August 13th zodiac: Leo single or taken: Single height: 5’7” eye color: Hazel middle name: Jean favorite color: Lilac  lucky number: 47

SPECIFICS/DETAILS:

hogwarts house: Slytherin favorite fictional character: Veronica Sawyer favorite television show: Freaks and Geeks favorite season: Summer describe them in 3 words: adaptable, reckless, witty. meaning of their name: Symbol of peace what do you plan to/do for a living: She plans on going to med school, and becoming a doctor. starbucks order: Vanilla latte

THIS OR THAT:

introvert or extrovert: Extrovert dawn or dusk: Dusk righty or lefty: Righty coffee or tea: Coffee rain or shine: Shine reading or writing: Reading

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Being the Final Girl of a massacre sucked. You were alone and had reporters following you every day. Having a friend survive it with you made things a lot better. Sidney Prescott had had Randy Meeks. Kirby’s close friend Olivia Morris had also survived the brutal Reboot Massacre. But unlike Sidney and Randy, the two girls didn’t stay in touch. Being with Olivia was just a harsh reminder of Kirby’s life before the massacre. Looking at Olivia made Kirby think of Jill and the fun times the three girls had shared. The sleepovers, shopping sprees, the parties.. It hurt. The genre nut went off to New York City to attend college and ignored Olivia’s calls and texts. 

Kirby was back in Woodsboro for the summer. She was visiting her parents. The blonde hated being back in her hometown, it surfaced memories of Jill, Charlie, and her deceased friends. It also surfaced memories of Olivia. Kirby always felt guilty when she thought about her. Maybe Olivia had needed someone to be there for her, and Kirby had just abandoned her. Even though it hurt to be back here, she had always known that she would have to do it one day. After all, her parents lived here and they missed her. 

It was Friday night, and the sun was slowly setting. Kirby was taking a walk around Woodsboro, to see if anything had changed. Her footsteps faltered when she turned the corner and saw a familiar fountain. Back in high school, Kirby and her friends would always hang out there. She sat down at the fountain, running her hands along the smooth stone. 

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Not unlike Kirby, Olivia had been eager to get out of Woodsboro after the massacre. Everywhere she looked seemed to surface memories of Jill. Memories that Olivia would've rather kept buried. But she still wanted to remember the good times that came with all of the horror in her teenage years. Kirby had done that for her. When she looked at Kirby, she remembered all the sleepovers, the parties, the ditch days . . . she'd shared a lot with Kirby. Maybe not as much as she had with Jill, but their friendship was significant.

That's why Olivia called and texted and tried to communicate with Kirby for so long afterwards. Without Kirby, she always seemed to find herself thinking of Jill. But Olivia felt more embarrassed than betrayed when Kirby didn't take her calls. After all, her friend had moved away for college for a reason. So Olivia left too, she went to university in Oregon, but ended up leaving midyear. It was hard to focus on school when memories of her now deceased friends refused to leave her mind.

Olivia had returned to Woodsboro because she was broke and had nowhere else to go for her mother's birthday. Most of her other high school friends that had been fortunate enough not to have first handedly experienced the massacre had either moved away or had no time for her. She was running an errand for her mother's boyfriend when she happened to walk past her old high school. She almost thought she was hallucinating when she saw her friend, sitting at the fountain.

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somebody needs to make me stop using italics b/c i s2g

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"We never tell anyone about this."

She carefully considered her options. Sure, it was an accident, but nobody would believe that. Nobody ever did. The two girls were obviously not entirely sober, therefore they’d be immediately dismissed. But then on the other hand maybe Olivia should confess. It would be better to get it off of her chest than face the consequences later. Deep down, she knew that Kirby was right in avoiding the blame.

     “Agreed.”