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mimibennet‌:

WATCHING everyone huddling together, sleeping on the floor of this bare room, mimi couldn’t help but think about life back in her mother’s dingy little studio. just the two of them, huddling with spare blankets and whatever rolls of loose cloth her mother had spare to wrap around them. she didn’t mind those memories, but surely she could never tell anyone about them. for all intents and purposes, her fellow club members could never know that she didn’t grow up in a house this giant, or knew what it was like to not worry about things.

she looked up at the person, and there was a smirk on her face. “I just feel like the view would be much nicer if you sat down beside me.” patting the luxurious sleeping bag that she would, no doubt, sneak out to her room, after their house arrest.

“Don’t mind if I do.” James settled down beside Mimi, and then took to gazing in the direction she was looking at. Despite the news that had rocked him to his core, he was determined to not let it ruin his sleep. Maybe talking to cheery old Mimi over here would help lift his spirits. “Well, I’m not sure about you, but the view doesn’t look any better. What exactly are you looking at?”

#mimi1 #( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )#( event; sleepover at killer uni )

viclinists‌:

– “THEY’VE TALKED TO ME,” she says, rather quietly. she doesn’t want other people knowing that. “i was kind of hoping it was normal, so it’s kind of concerning that they haven’t talked to you. but, i guess it makes sense, considering…” odette pauses, “did you go in the office at all? before monday?” it was possible that out of the twenty-five, one of them could have missed the culprit by mere hours – or minutes. “i don’t really remember my dreams, usually,” she says, “every once in a while i do, but they’re not nearly as weird as that.” the ones she can remember are mostly anxiety dreams. “what, you mean you’ve never done that?” she teases, poking him. “granted, that’d probably be considered distracting test conditions.” she pauses, looking up at the ceiling. “my chance to ask james darlington anything i want…” she muses, thinking. “what scares you?” as long as she can remember, james has always been strong and confident, a source of stability. she wonders what it would take to shake him.

James notes the way her voice goes down, and he joins in her tone. “They always suspect family before friends. Logical.” The question receives a shake of his head. “I was almost late to the meeting because I was working on this lab report for one of the classes. And before that, I was in the library. With Shia, he could vouch for me.” This speculation gets James in a mood, and he’s biting his lip and thinking hard. “Never? man, that must be cool. I have normal dreams as well. Sometimes, it features you guys. Which is honestly so weird because I don’t see you lot that often? I have classes with Meena Jain and I’ve never dreamed about her. I mean, after that movie date, I’m kinda glad I dropped the Biology elective. Meena is not my biggest fan. And trust me, if taking my clothes off got me out of that final, I’d do it. I have everything to hide, but to save myself from the embarrassment of having a dumb brain, I’d show off lil Jamey in my pants.” He chuckled at that; referring to his penis like that was weird, and he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. The question raises his eyebrows; does he really look like he has no fears? “Oh man, you’re opening a Pandora’s box here. What scares me?” But this wasn’t a thought worth pondering, he already knew his fears by heart. “I’m afraid of thunderstorms, and dying because I forgot to ventilate a room. I’m scared my foundation will fall flat and nobody will ever know my hard work. I’m afraid...of losing people? No, no, I’m afraid of change. There we go, that’s the one. Yeah, not the biggest fan of change. Did I mention Meena Jain? Yeah, I’m afraid of her too.”

#odette2 #( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )#( event; sleepover at killer uni )

lookingfxralaska‌:

alaska knew they had moments before a guard walked passed, it made her nervous. so nervous the end of her shirt was in her finger tips as she played with it. she walked behind him, her steps small and slow but in moments they were in the quiet hallway. she let out a breath, as she let the door to the room go. it was so quiet, a pin could be heard. and then he looked at her. his brown ones to her green ones. gemma’s eyes at turned to a hazel, a beautiful mixture of the two of them.

she nodded as he spoke, looking down to the floor. the baby, he spoke. and then she looked up at him. “her name is gemma patrick,” she whispered, hoping she didn’t have to say that she was his, alaska had given their daughter her mother’s first name and his middle name along with both of their last names. but her mouth didn’t seem to be done.

“she’s…..” she trailed off for a moment, gulping back the urge to throw up her salad from earlier. “yours.”

there not so hard was it, alaska? she asked herself.

James’s hands didn’t really know what to do, or where to go. He didn’t know how to actually stand still, trying to blend into the shadows and keep look out at the same time. He kept looking away from her, waiting for something. A disaster. Perhaps, he just wanted out with it. It was like knowing how bad one could do on a test, but the waiting was what hurt the most.

“Gemma...Patrick...” That name just...no, he couldn’t let himself think like that! Plausible deniability, maybe she was just feeling the name Patrick. It couldn’t have had anything to do with him, obviously. Irrationality took hold, but here and now James had decided that she probably adopted the baby in a bid to force herself into sobriety. People did that right?

And then it felt like the floor gave away and James was falling. Not really, but it surely did feel like it. Now it was James’s turn to be stunned into silence. He had the time to prepare, in the five minutes their interaction took place. All signs pointed to Rome, and yet...yet, here he stood, utterly dumbfounded. Without any words to say. “...how old is she?”

Out of all the things James wanted to ask, he found himself stupidly asking a question he had already calculated an answer to.

#alaska2 #( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )#( event; sleepover at killer uni )

lookingfxralaska‌:

alaska wondered why he wasn’t asking if she was his, she could see james working it out in his head. hell, the timeline was so easy, she had told him she was almost a year sober, a pregnancy was nine months and gemma was three months old. it wasn’t hard math, and the picture on her phone was a recent picture of their small baby, plus. gemma looked a lot like her father, from the mouth to the shape of her eyes, plus the hair. gemma had so much hair, something she hadn’t had when she was a baby.

she gulped and nodded as he spoke, her stomach still at her feet. it was now…. or never. alaska knew james had a right to know, jesus gemma’s middle name was his, fuck she had darlington in her last name. she let out a breath, and motioned to the door. “hallway?” she asked, this wasn’t something she wanted twenty three other people to hear, or know. or well, twenty one since aj and cody knew.

Time seemed to have completely stopped around them. It was like being in this bubble where he couldn’t breathe, or maybe he had just held his breath in for too long. Because Alaska looked at him with the obvious, but James didn’t believe what he couldn’t see or hear. The scientific truth. Facts. Hard evidence. He was going to lose his mind. He nodded, phone still in hand as he walked around the jigsaw of beds and stray feet, trying to be stealthy as they slipped out into the hallway. Which wasn’t that good of an idea, because they had about five minutes before a guard walked past them.

“So...” James tried to maintain his composure. He blinked and swallowed, pursed his lips and then pouted. Tucked his hands into the pockets of his pajamas, and then brought them out again to clasp before him. He kept fidgeting, till he could gather the nerve to ask. “So...the baby.” Please don’t say it’s mine. The guilt would eat him alive before any murdering psycho got to them first.

#alaska2 #( event; sleepover at killer uni )#( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )

viclinists‌:

– “ALRIGHT, I THINK WE’VE FIGURED OUT WHERE THESE SITUATIONS DIFFER,” she says, but there’s a small comfort in the fact that the culprit was caught. granted, the criminal here didn’t seem like such a dumbass. and a lot more evil. “i played games!” odette defends, “i can be fun you know. although i’m a bit disappointed that i don’t know all of your secrets.” she’s teasing, mostly, but sometimes she did feel like she missed out on some fun, being a rather serious child. “fine, we’ll play then,” she says, pulling her pillow close to her chest. “my dreams? well, i’d like to write something for a full symphony orchestra. and maybe once i graduate, i can play for the royal concertgebouw orchestra. i just…want to make music that people remember.” she peers over her pillow at him. “okay, enough of that. what about you? truth or dare?”

“Oh, do you mean the fact that our situations are completely different right now?” James said rather sarcastically, that smile still present on his face. “I mean...I’d much rather have some money stolen instead, right about now. Do you think it’s weird that they haven’t asked us anything? Taken us into interrogation or whatnot.” James was just musing out loud, but there was something to be said about the lack of interactions. Would they even know? But those were questions for later, as James relaxed on Odette’s sleeping bag. He nodded along, and then interjected, “I meant what you dream of at night. Like, sometimes, I’ll dream I’m stuck inside the world’s biggest sample of elephant toothpaste, and it’s changing colours and growing and growing. This one time, I dreamt I was taking my finals in my birthday suit!” He looked embarrassed of the last one, looking away while his ears turned red. “uhh...let’s go with truth. Here’s your chance to worm it all out of me.”

#odette2 #( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )#( event; sleepover at killer uni )

viclinists‌:

– ODETTE LISTENS TO HIS STORY, shaking her head in disbelief. “entertaining,” she nods, “but hardly the same thing.” she pauses, wondering if his story has a happy ending. “did you find the money?” her eyes drift to his dental guard and it brings a hint of a smile to her lips, just that knowledge that amidst all this chaos, he’s still the same james. he’s steady, unloveable. her rock. “i haven’t played truth or dare,” she scoffs, as if it’s a kids game. but she’s never really played truth or dare as a kid either. “why? what would you ask me?” she challenges. “if you could know the truth about anything.”

James nodded, “It’s something. And yeah, yeah they found the money and the criminal masterminds. It was some dumbass seniors who were almost done with their exams and thought they’d have some fun before the school year ended.” He gives her a smile, rolling his eyes. “Are you telling me that you never played games as a child? Well, you did get off lucky, because people now know things about me I wish they’d forget.” There was a chuckle at the end of that statement; James liked keeping his business his business, so it was needless to say that he was a private guy. “I don’t really know. Maybe, if we were playing truth or dare, I’d like to ask about your dreams. What are you really thinking of, Cromwell?”

#odette2 #( event; sleepover at killer uni )#( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )#unlovable???? umm excuse me james is vvv lovable

im here for a bit and i’d love to write so give me the stuffssss

#( and i'm trying not to lose || ooc. )#class:ooc

itsdaniclayton

Same, Boyle

#( im rich but my AC broke || media. )

seizethcdxy‌:

“Um– sure.” Ryder didn’t exactly understand the notion, James was not someone that Ryder knew well, if really at all. “Uhh- I have dyslexia so the colours kinda– mess with my reading a bit. Sounds weird but it just confuses my brain more than not.” He explained, although biting his tongue afterwards. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was attempting to explain himself in front of the other, he had no reason to. “Uhh- this is a little extra, no? Couldn’t they just keep watch outside our rooms or something? I feel like this is a bit extreme.” Why was Ryder trying to make small talk, he sure as hell couldn’t exactly tell you. Maybe its the fact that he just feels trapped, there’s no where to retreat to.

“Oh! Oh yeah, okay that makes sense. I use colours to encourage myself to get through the last five slides of Professor Christie’s biochem notes. Detailed, but sometimes it’s just a bit much.” Was Ryder even in any of James’s classes? Surely their electives didn’t bring them in each other’s paths either. James looked at Ryder and then at the door that led into the hallways of the south wing and shrugged, pouting his lips. “I had the same thought. But I guess it’s just easier to have us all here in one place? Besides, it’s a win-win for the police, because if someone dies in this place, we’ll know that it was one of us. Either ways, I can take being stuck with fellow Society members for a night. For the greater good.”

#ryder1 #( event; sleepover at killer uni )#( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )

lookingfxralaska‌:

alaska was surprised the pillow thing went as well as it did, at least some people seem to have a sense of humor and didn’t want to wallow in sadness. lord knew alaska had enough to last about two more life times. she had just beaten her partner (both literally and physically, but with a pillow of course, alaska wasn’t an abusive person). she turned to check her phone and get a drink of water, and the moment of fun was gone. a moment ago she was feeling like she was on cloud nine, now it was like she had plunged into the antarctic ocean her body was cold and paralyzed. their eyes met and she knew she was in deep shit. her biggest secret and blessing was out to the father.

“w-what are you doing?” alaska found herself asking but it felt like an out of body experience. she didn’t remember telling her mouth to speak.

It would have been something straight of vanity for James to assume that this was his baby. Logical trumped all emotions as he started connecting the dots in his head, making a map. There was no way Alaska wouldn’t have told him about his baby, and if he had to calculate...---no, he was making assumptions and drawing up hypotheses meant to fail. And James was using logic as a shield because his emotions didn’t know what to think right then. Their eyes connected, hers laced with sadness and his with confusion. Instinctively turning the screen off, James still held on to it, like somehow this would ground his spinning head.

“Your phone fell, and I..picked it up.” He was going to pretend like he didn’t see that picture. James wasn’t vain; surely that was a niece. Or a new addition to the Reagen family that Alaska loved so much. Even though he couldn’t get that baby’s smile out of his mind, and that feeling in his gut began to grow and grow. “That’s...a cute baby. What’s her name? Her, I’m presuming. I don’t...know babies. So tiny, and delicate.” James was rambling, but what else was he meant to say?

#alaska2 #( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )#( event; sleepover at killer uni )

deityplay-blog

❛❛ ————– a blazer is draped over slender shoulders, legs extended with crossed over ankles. fingers intertwine and come to rest on in his lap, eyes surveying. his annoyance is palpable. eyes fall on an outlet, for the first time in his life he isn’t picky. the boy lets out a whistle —– like beckoning a dog. “ this won’t work, “ a finger dances between them, “ would you care to cha cha real smooth… “ a flick of the wrist in the opposite direction, “ ——- to the OTHER side of the room. “ there remains a general look of disinterest, but a brow is cocked, waiting. “ i’m sorry, but you simply just aren’t interesting enough to park yourself this close to me for the rest of this hellish night. “

jcmes-blog1

“Uhh...” It might have looked like James had finally chosen his spot for the night, with the sleeping bag resting peacefully on the floor and him making no moves to leave. But to the contrary, this boy had some other place to be. “I could cha cha real smooth, but I’m not wearing my fuzzy socks, and there’s...limited space on that floor to do the electric slide. But that’s a fun idea to do, I think?” He did slowly gather his things though. “Sorry man. Hellish, is the right word for it.”

#( event; sleepover at killer uni )#( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )#charon1

viclinists‌:

– “RIGHT, JUST LIKE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, if you take away the cops patrolling the corridors and the death threats, then it’s just all just a fun little game,” odette says, not resisting the urge to roll her eyes at james. “i’m just peachy. how about you, bill nye?”

“Oh, we did have police patrols this one time in boarding school. Some punk stole our fundraiser money and we all get checked out. It was not fun. But at least the policewoman gave our floor a friendly pat down. It’s just like elementary school, Cromwell. Cheer up.” Dumb things to say, but James wasn’t considered the smartest tool on a shed. He was holding onto his dental guard, that he taken out when he fell into conversation with Odette. “Oh, I’m doing fine. I didn’t get the chance to have many sleepovers as a kid, on the account of not being at home. You know, like one does. Are you having fun playing truth and dare? Or can I excite you in some charades before bed?”

#odette2 #( open up now my cover's blown || convo. )#( event; sleepover at killer uni )

jonahsimms

make me choose: → anonymous asked jake and rosa friendship or jake and charles friendship

viclinists

@jcmes !

#ft. odette cromwell #( im rich but my AC broke || media. )#fkjrgf the devil works quick but kati works quicker #i looooove this #and them

@viclinists

“You know what this reminds me of? Camping in school. I don’t know why, but I remember this period in elementary school where we’d all just sleep in the gym, like we had to pretend we were sleeping in the wilderness. Which really doesn’t work if you’re in a boarding school, you know?” James sat down beside Odette, engaging her in meaningless conversation, trying to gauge her reaction. “You doing alright there?”