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legendarysarah:

“You truly break my heart,” Sarah pointed out, mock sadness across her pretty little face. There was something so full but so empty about her at times, a paradox of bravery that made her into both a wolf and the sheep it chased. “Why not? It’s cute, just like you, cute as a button,” as if this was ever what Howard would want to hear, she carried on, looking at him wistfully, “You know, if you brightened up a little then you’d start having more fun around here.”

“I’m a heartbreaker,” he responded, wasting no time to speak the lyrics in a monotonous voice, “dream maker, love taker. Don’t you mess around with me.” The left side of his mouth twitched into a slight grin. He found himself amusing. If he was laughing, it was usually his own doing... or someone else embarrassing themselves. The compliment meant nothing to him, it actually felt somewhat degrading but he took it anyway. “You’re fueling my ego. I don’t see what there is to be bright about. Haven’t you paid any mind to the things that go on ‘around here’?”

#chats.#sarah trent.

#you're talking to yourself alicia.

sebastiansjohnson-blog

He had woken up in the library. Books lined the walls and the slow but steady bustle of students coming in for recess had begun. It all looked similar, even felt it, but, everything had changed. To any onlooker it would appear he fell asleep while studying. His books lay across the table and yet SJ wasn’t familiar with any of them. A library card was set among the notes that had been scrawled ever-so neatly across his papers. “Marcel Ross,” he said, letting the name roll of his tongue as he inspected it closer. If it hadn’t been for the picture, perhaps SJ would have noted the year, but that shock would come at a later time.

Turning around to catch himself in the reflection of the glass did not meet the freaky friday fantasy that he’d imagined. “One handsome devil, aren’t you?” he laughed, trying to make light of the situation at hand, and failing miserably. Sebastian didn’t make a habit of letting things worry him, and yet, he couldn’t help but feel disconcerted about waking up in someone else’s life.

He tried to shake the feeling, stretching around to get a good look at himself in the window. He hummed softly, noting that everything looked exactly the same as usual. Perhaps he was twin swapping, like a modern day sci-fi parent trap or something. No matter the case, he would try to figure out as much as he can. Best not screw up anything for this bloke while he waited to be brought back to his own reality, right? Feeling the presence of someone else, he turned around quickly, smiling gently at the person in front of him.

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Howard was walking and reading, paying little mind to the other people in the library. Not that there were ever many people there in the first place. The students at Whittemore cared a lot more about partying and completing their stupid dares than studying, and that was why it had been the boy’s choice of location for the evening.

His shoulder brushed the spines of books as he walked by a shelf, rounding the corner to stop and focus on an interesting line in the middle of the page. He didn’t notice the other presence until his eyes flickered up at the feeling of being watched to see the boy smiling at him. “Can I help you?” He asked, though he went back to reading before he received an answer.

#the real question is do i tag marcel or do i tag sebastian #chats.#sebestian johnson.

ericbellamy-blog1

quiz master. quiz master. quiz master. answer the damn question, eric. you have to know the answer.

it was a new year but the memory of his latest encounter on the panel still filled his mind, like a living nightmare and waking hell combined, he was no prisoner to his mind, a spineless fool at times but nothing more. the world had not unlocked the genius that would be his undoing, somewhere just beneath a panel door that was waiting to be lifted by a combination of strange events – life.

the air was cool, his jumper rolled at the sleeves, a breeze against bare wrists that were marked with indistinguishable red lines, the marks of a rubber band snapped too many time. the human condition was a curious thing, splintered in so many places and confusing as hell but eric had found that his studies on himself had taught him that people could be manipulated into whatever the world asked of them. these were thoughts that were kept to himself, a side project that had little to do with his reputation as one of whittemore’s whiz kids. leaves trod beneath his shoes as he approached a person sitting on the courtyard bench, “whatcha doing?”

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Howard’s temper was a strange thing. A luck of the draw, really. What set him off one day would fly right over his head the next. It was unpredictable but it kept life interesting. If a Whittemore student ever needed things to be more interesting, consider that looking on the bright side. He shot the approaching boy what could only be described as a scowl, probably leading himself to come off a little too incriminating for someone that was looking over a fast food menu. “What I’m doing is none of your fucking business.”

#wowmst this is a short reply #chats.#eric bellamy.

alexfuckingking:

“Howard. Ho. Howie,” Alex said, slowing his dance moves as he slid up to the boy. He was such a party pooper, and Alex was determined to change that. There had to be something he could gain from this kid. “Lighten up and show me some moves. A little disco action?” he asked, doing the dances as he started suggesting them. “Cabbage Patch? How about the sprinkler?”

“It’s Howard,” the boy corrected, glaring at Alex. What was it with people calling him Howie? And Ho? The students around here could use some tips when it came to choosing nicknames. “Yeah, I’m not going to do any of those things,” that was a promise, “and I’m not too crazy about watching you do them either, so if you could take your cabbage sprinkler or whatever somewhere else, I’d appreciate it, thanks.”

#chats.#alexander king.

chasingmyers:

“Wow. You’re so fucking hilarious,” he groaned, his eyes rolling so far into the back of his head he briefly wondered if it was possible for them to fall out. It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him. “But really, I’m serious,” he explained. “Take a good look at me. A really good look. Who do you see?”

“I like to think so,” he nodded, though the humor was starting to slip away the longer he stared at the boy. Was it just him or had everyone suddenly started acting a lot stranger lately? He blinked, almost expecting him to grow horns or something with the way he was acting, but he saw no change. He must’ve been drunk. “Still celebrating the new year, are we Ray?”

#priest!chase was an experience #chats.#chase myers.

carriesinclair:

“Hardly,” Carrie deadpanned, raising her brows at him now. She really hadn’t meant it to get a rise out of him. In fact, she’d merely meant it in a teasing manner, but Howard did have a temper that she tended to forget about. “But better the truth than nothing.”

He might’ve been too quick to jump to such a drastic emotion. Howard took a deep breath, offering no apology but replying in a calmer tone when he spoke again. “What the fuck does the color matter anyway?”

#chats.#carrie sinclair.

legendarysarah:

Oh, Sarah knew that Howard Cross paid little attention to her. If anything she assumed that to him she was like a very persistent buzzing fly that never went away but she couldn’t help it, she was too social to control herself sometimes. “You know, if you wanted me to invite you to a concert too then you just had to ask, Howie.”

“Invite me all you want, I’ll still say no.” His eyes flickered back to her, slightly narrowed. He would rather be referred to by his full name than a nickname, especially one that made him sound approximately three years old. “And do not call me Howie.”

#chats.#sarah trent.

bradlaws-deactivated20180302

Brad walked around the hallway with an undone tie, wrinkled suit jacket and half undone shirt. Hand lingering on the wall as he passed, eyes unfocused looking forward. The events from the party reeling in his head, the adrenaline from the previous night slowly wearing off. He could feel the effects of it all as his body started to crash down from his high, eyes closing in sleep.

“Maybe if i sleep on the hallway nobody will notice,” he murmured as he slid down the wall.

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Howard rolled his eyes at the sight of the boy slumping against the hall. He felt like the only person in the whole damn school that hadn’t gotten wasted. He didn’t want a metal for being superior than everyone else, but sometimes it felt like he should have one. “Or,” he commented as he passed by, purposely kicking Brad’s shoe, “maybe everyone will.”

#chats.#brad laws.

hammondsrose:

“Thank you for that insight,” Rose said, her brows furrowing slightly at the interaction. She wasn’t sure what made her feel so uneasy about the boy, but she would just sum it up to being her uncertainty of this timeline. Clearing her throat, she scuffed her shoe against the ground, “I’m Rose, by the way.”

His mannerisms were slow and calculated, a vast opposite to her often erratic movements and rash decisions. “So you must be a student here then?,” she queried, placing the card in her pocket before creating more space between the two. “Though judging from the looks you’re getting,” she paused, looking towards the few people that gathered in the kitchen, either staring at her or the boy in question. Probably both. “-you aren’t from kenilworth?”

“Are you sure about that?” He was only half joking. The girl in front of him didn’t look very sure about anything. He supposed she could’ve drank too much last night, or dealt with harder drugs than she was used to. People did stupid things to enjoy parties. “Howard,” he finally informed her. He would say it was nice to meet her, but frankly, he couldn’t care less.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” This time his comment wasn’t coated in sarcasm. He was stating a simple fact. He would be long gone from this school if he wasn’t trapped there until graduation. Why anyone would want to stick around longer than that was beyond him. “Warwick, but I don’t see shackles on my wrists so everyone else can take their looks,” he didn’t glance at the others but raised his voice so he was sure they could hear him, “and shove them.”

#IT LOOSK S O GOOD #chloe get your priorities straight #chats.#rose hammond.

thefrenchflower

With a gasp, Daisy’s eyes opened as she sat up in bed. Her vision was blurry at first before coming into focus. She was frozen. The last thing she remembered was a shot, a pain, and looking into TJ’s eyes before everything went dark. The girl moved slowly, pushing the blankets off of her and stepping out of bed. The floor was cold under her feet and it made her pull her foot back, the feeling was so foreign to her, the feeling of cold, of warmth…she stepped back down and got out of bed fully, walking towards the mirror on her wall, staring at herself to try and convince herself it was real. “Holy shit…” she whispered. Something was off. It looked like she was reflected in the mirror, but it wasn’t her.

Trying not to freak out, Daisy left her mother’s face in the mirror and ran out of the room. “Hello?” she called out, running down the hallway towards the stairs. Everything looked familiar…but nothing was right. She made it to the front door and into the cold and brisk air. “Hello?” she repeated, hoping someone was nearby who could help. She had no idea what was going on and there was bound to be someone with some answers. “Is anyone here?”

howardscross-blog

Howard didn’t mean to be such a Grinch, but oh, did he hate the holidays. It was a relief to see the decorations coming down, all of the colorful lights ripped from storefronts and people going back to their normal bustling lives. Maybe it was because Christmas had lost its magic for him years ago, but New Years had long before that. What bothered him the most was the fakeness of it all. People putting on forced smiles and pretending that life was suddenly so much better for two weeks, handing out gifts to others they spent eleven months complaining about and swearing up and down they were going to change. It was all bullshit, every last bit of it. He would tell anyone that asked, though most knew better than that.

He just so happened to be approaching the building when the door was pulled open, halting to blink at the girl standing in the doorway. Drinking. That was another thing about the holidays. Everyone woke up lost and hungover and he was always too painfully sober to deal with them. It seemed to be worse this year for whatever reason. Everyone had lost their marbles. “There are plenty of people here, love,” he commented in the nicest tone he could muster despite his annoyance, “you’ll have to be more specific.”

#oh daisy. oh daisy sweetie #chats.#daisy french.

helenofmark-deactivated20190917

Helen thought it would be nice to stop by a bakery nearby and pick up a couple of treats for those residing in Kenilworth as a way to start the new year right, but what was supposed to only be a few ended up being more then intended since she started to think of how unfair it would be for the others not to enjoy any. The boxes of goods were stacked to where she could hardly see two feet in front of her on the sidewalk, which wasn’t very favorable considering the winter conditions. Of course, with just her luck and being in a bit of a unnecessary rush her worn in sneaker slipped on an ice patch in the walkway, which made her take a quick slip and fall onto the hard ground. Most of the baked goods didn’t survive the fall and were now sprawled around soiled from the accident Helen had created for herself, and all she could do was take a moment to look around with a distressed frown as she imagined all the people she wouldn’t be able to surprise now. “Dammit, dammit dammit dammit. How am I going to- Look at this mess…Y’know what it’s fine Helen. You’re okay. Let’s just clean it all up, and get another batch.” She threw her gloves off and nudged an empty box aside with her foot, a frustrated huff steaming from her as she tried to push herself to get up and fix her disaster.

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It was an amusing sight. Howard couldn’t have held back his laughter if he’d tried, but it was safe to say he hadn’t tried at all. He was a ‘laugh first, don’t bother asking if they’re okay later’ kind of guy. He’d been watching from a distance, counting the boxes the girl was carrying and wondering just what she was going to do with them all. It was clear that she was struggling, but he was comfortable where he stood away from everyone else, gloved hands pushed in his pockets, back against a tree, hood pulled up to keep the chill out. Even now he didn’t rush to help, that wasn’t his style, but he approached her just the same, eyebrows raised as he surveyed the mess. “It looks like a Little Debbie truck was in a terrible crash,” he commented, still making no move to clean it up or offer her a hand. He couldn’t help but find humor in the situation. It wasn’t every day you could watch someone wipe out in a pile of desserts.

#that's totally not fun! i'm sorry!#chats.#helen marks.

bethanylaws-blog

with the new year bethany had taken a break from her self given work, taking shots rather than thoughts of shooting her brother up with possible injections. she was a stubborn, ambitious woman who never gave up when she put her mind on something, and this well deserved break was rare for her. she didn’t know how much longer she’d allow this break to go, but with the growing bags under her eyes and she felt like frankenstein as he created his monster. she would let herself indulge these few days, then she would go back to her work. “so what crazy new years eve stories do you have? if you don’t have any, i’ll be disappointed.”

howardscross-blog

Howard watched the girl curiously, his expression blank as he took a small sip from the drink in his hand, ice clinking against the side of glass. He wasn’t one to go to wild parties. His social life was relatively bland, it was his sister she should be asking if she wanted exciting. “I robbed a liquor store in a dinosaur costume once,” his tone casual, he raised his eyebrows at her, of course he would never do such a thing as he had appearances to keep up and he wasn’t a child, “and you’ll never know if I’m being honest or not.”

#chats.#bethany laws.

lorettaklein:

He was the type of boy that would chase the wolves across the lake and she was a fool with a childlike dependency, a desire of wanting to belong. A beautiful little acquaintance. Loretta may have been as beautiful as Delilah and Medusa, but she did not use her beauty as terror. Her mother told her that a gift from a Goddess was no gift at all when you did not know how to use it for favor and fear. Instead, Loretta was quick in kindness her manipulations were faint and involuntary. She was Celia’s daughter in a way she had not realized.

A white rose in a gun, not yet dripped in blood.

Howard’s coat engulfed her frame and she stays quiet, watches him like he is a dream, “Now you will get sick. How will I live with that?” The sight of her skin coloring purple and blue from cold was nothing when she once had a skin like a bruised peach. “Come sit beside me,” her voice sweet, her heart open. They could share his coat.

“Ah, well,” he shrugged a shoulder, “it’ll give me something to complain about.”

Howard wasn’t a people person. He may have been good with them but that didn’t mean he liked being in the presence of many. Loretta was somewhat of an exception. She carried a calmer presence than the other students, giving him little to lose his temper over. She was soft, too soft, too weak. His family had helped her and he would look out for her. He could’ve seen her as needy, he could’ve considered her an annoyance. He would sooner consider her a friend, if Howard Cross had friends.

“What if I have somewhere to be?” He inquired, a hint of a smile on his lips, standing a moment longer before he lowered himself to the ground, taking the empty place. “You ought’a be ashamed of yourself, miss Loretta, keeping people from big plans.”

#loretta has no idea how obsessed with howard's son her daughter will be #wow that sentence is hard to understand #chats.#loretta klein.

sylviafrench-blog

“You know what’s stupid? New Years Resolutions. Honestly, if people want to change their lives they should just do it whenever it’s convenient.” She was only mildly serious, “Plus, I can’t think of a good one. Is karma going to come after my ass if I don’t have one?” Superstitious was one thing she was not, but it was always interesting information to have. A conversation piece to save for later, people liked conversation pieces. And Sylvia liked talking, to get information out of people that would be of use for her later. Once you got someone talking it was easy enough to keep it going. Turning to the other person she gave a slight smile. “You come up with anything good?”

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“If karma comes after your ass, surely it won’t be for lack of resolutions.” Fiddling with a stubborn button on his coat, Howard took his sweet time before giving Sylvia his answer. He saw no point in New Years resolutions either -- 30% of people would keep their drunken promises, if that, and another 15% of them surely traded their gym memberships in for boxes of doughnuts two months into the year. A measly number and no real change. “I am going to dedicate the next twelve months to involving myself in every charitable act available,” he stated, words that might’ve sounded sincere to anyone that didn’t know the boy.

#chats.#sylvia french.

c-french:

Charles wasn’t one for New Years resolutions, if anything they seemed like a waste of time and good thinking of time. Everyone complained far too much about a new year beginning or blew party horns in his face as if he was meant to care. It reminded him of his Mother (the real one) and how brash and over the top she had always been despite her limited funds, something Howard Cross would never come to understand. His wishes for a new years didn’t surprise Charles and although the Cross family didn’t impress him, he tried not to see Howard as the devil that he had always assumed he may become, he was just a teenager – which was definitely a little satanic in itself. “High hopes,” he mused.

For a moment as he looked away it probably seemed that it was where he was going to leave the conversation, his interest in Howard simply lacking. He looked back at Howard after a moments thought, “If I was in charge I’d have more cameras,” while cameras may have been his passion this was a different kind of necessity in Charles’ opinion. He only assumed that there weren’t any so his Father could get away with his dodgy dealings as of late too, “All over the place. Especially here, and then we’d finally have an end to all these ridiculous dares, Howard.”

“Wouldn’t hold my breath,” he responded. The boy wasn’t stupid. But he hadn’t lost all of his hope either. Clinging to it was a challenge, it was a slippery object and the invisibility of it added to the difficulty. That didn’t stop him from trying. Once in awhile he had to remind himself to listen to his voice of reason -- a voice that was, he was afraid, becoming fainter and fainter. It was strongest when he was in the presence of his sister, and especially in those split seconds where the sun would peak through the clouds and light would fall in a perfect line at his feet and all would feel right with the world until the darkness swallowed it up again. The darkness always swallowed it up.

“Mm,” was all he said at first, considering Charles’ comments. What would Howard do if he were in charge? He liked to think he would make something good of it. A school that students felt safe and comfortable in. An escape from their dreadful home lives, some worse than others. A home for them. Or perhaps he would burn it to the ground. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re not in charge then, isn’t it?” His words were followed by a tilt of the head, trying to get a read on him. “Some people might just miss those ridiculous dares.”

#chats.#charles french.

#you're talking to yourself alicia.

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