try me.

lizette whitaker. librarian. 30.

[liilizette-blog]

The clock struck 1am. Lizette had decided to take a walk to the park with Lyla, her dog, in hopes of clearing her mind. Everything that’s happened in this town seemed so .. unreal. Like somehow this was all a nightmare. She sat on the bench with Lyla in her lap; petting her and giving her little kisses on the top of her head.

There was a slight breeze that quickly picked up onto a wind which caused rainfall -- It was time to go. Liz and Lyla began to walk home. Lightning struck, causing Lyla to take off running. She tried to run after her but failed to catch her. The brunette fell to her knees, now getting soaked by the rain. The sound of thunder caused her to glance up.

                                    There he was -- the masked man.

He held a machete in one hand, slowly making his way to her. The dirt under her caused her to slip around but she was determined to get away  ... it was too slippery. Her determination was too little and her fatigue was too strong. She laid on her back, waiting for the man. “You win.” She said to him; her tears got washed away by the rain. Lizette was looking at the mask. Her fear and anxiety were so high that she was .. calm. This was going to be downfall. Here. At the park. In the dirt. While it rained. “Burn in hell.”

And with that. She was gone.

[parrishinq-blog]

Blue tipped his pop can into his mouth, gulping down the last drops of his rootbeer. He had been on the hunt for a job and hadn’t expected it to be this late already. His head turned at the sound of someone yelling. He rushed to the scene. “What happened?” Blue quickly asked, glancing around. “I’ll get whoever was trying to hurt you.” He assumed that was what had happened - maybe someone was trying to steal from her.

[liilizette-blog]

“Whoa .. hey, it’s okay,” Liz cringed her back teeth together, not expecting a reaction like that. “I appreciate your concern but you don’t need to, y’know,” She tried to search for the right word. “Lash out like that.”

[bereftings-blog]

Julie smirked to herself as Lizette, or Ms. Whitaker, called out the jerk whom threw the basketball at her. “Thank you, he’s such an assho-” she stopped herself mid-sentence, before chuckling sheepishly, “I mean.. jerk?” The elder woman wasn’t annoying, much like the other teachers had been, but Lizette hadn’t exactly a teacher, anyway. She was just helping out, but it was better than dealing with a stickler. “Yeah, sure.” The blonde nodded, before realizing she may have to lift up her sleeve. Then again, if she had to, she would lie and say the bruise must’ve just appeared from the basketball.

[liilizette-blog]

Lizette guided the girl into the hallway and quickly got the ice pack. “I’ll sit out here with you,” She smiled at the blonde before handing her the ice. Liz had seen Julie around town -- she always seemed so angry with the world. That .. or she had a resting bitch face. “I know it’s not cool to talk to adults,” Liz started, looking at the young girl. “But I’m here if you need to talk, okay?”

[bereftings-blog]

Juliet walked through the halls of Belmont High, arms crossed in attempt to hide her small frame. She had been wearing a black zip up jacket to mask her yellow and purple bruises from last nights events. Today was a day, just like any other, where she had to act all suspicious and typically wear long sleeved clothing– Even if the weather had been warm. Luckily, the temperature outside was only getting colder, so she hadn’t gotten any weird remarks as of recently.

The blonde hoped to make it out of this day going unnoticed, and not bothered. She was upset – Highly upset, and all she wanted was to be alone. Everyone could piss off. The bell rang, signaling it was now fifth period. Only one more until she could go to lunch. This period, though, was gym – Which she absolutely despised. Julie sat out today, making it now her fourth time this month. Her grade was going down in the class, but it was only gym, and she performed well in the rest of her courses. The girl was afraid of being judged or laughed at, let alone even being cared for, which is why she couldn’t do gym. She would have to change in a locker room full of all the girls, her body exposed for them to see.

She sat along the gym wall, watching as everyone played basketball – Not as if she was interested, but she had nothing else to do, and she couldn’t use her phone, or her teacher would confiscate it. Just as she stood up to use the “bathroom”, but not really, a basketball flew towards Julie and hit the side of her arm, right where a bruise had been placed. She hissed, clenching her fists to distract herself from the pain. As the person walked over to retrieve the ball, she snapped, “Would you watch what you’re doing next time?! Were you even trying to make the basket?”

[liilizette-blog]

Lizette took it upon herself to help out the local school who seemed to be in need of coaches. Who didn’t love basketball, right? Things were going smoothly until a player purposely through the ball at another. “Hey!” Liz shouted at the player. “Office. Now.” While they left, Lizette approached the blonde. “Do you want me to get you some ice?” She asked in a soft voice, keeping her hands to herself. This would be the time when the brunette would hug the other or rub her arm but seeing as she didn’t seem to want to be touched -- Liz decided it was best not to.

[memexauxqueen]

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[liilizette-blog]

Lizette sat at her desk in the library alone; trying not to think about the murders she had heard on the news a few hours prior to her shift. And she had to be the one to CLOSE the library -- how unlucky. The clock struck 12 am which meant it was time to leave. Liz quickly gathered her things and rushed out the backdoor. She glanced both ways before walking. Lizette couldn’t help but turn back, instantly regretting her decision to do so.

Her pace sped up. If she’d seen correctly, someone was behind her. Following her. Stalking. She couldn’t make out who it was. “Get back!” Lizette shouted, feeling her heart pound in her chest. “Stay away from me, asshole!”

[liilizette-blog]

Lizette had never been this nervous for an interview -- though it wasn’t for a good reason. She sat at a long, dark desk in front of the officer. Liz was as ready as she could be.

Q. How did you know Charles and Victoria Lennox? L. I know nothing of the family. Just the fact that they were murdered. Q. Do you have an alibi for the time of the murders? If so, who could confirm it, if asked? L. No.. I don’t quite understand what you mean by alibi. I was at my house, watching a movie with my dog if that’s what your asking. I was alone but everyone knows that I don’t go out after 1am. Q. Do you know anyone in town that you would consider suspicious? If so, who? Why? L. Nobody. I don’t know a lot of people personally which is partially why. I don’t know how anyone would ever hurt someone else.. Q. Would you give consent to a warrantless search of your home, if needed? L. Of course. I’ve got nothing to hide. Q. Is there anything we need to know about you as we proceed with this investigation? L. Nothing important.

Q = QUESTION, L = LIZ’S ANSWER

[alexhrtrdg-blog]

“Perhaps.” Alex responded, though the sardonic edge to the girl’s voice revealed the fact that she remained unconvinced. She was already heading towards the designated entrance, the hand which wasn’t holding her drink shoved deep into the pocket of her dress so as to indicate to the other that there would be no arm-linking on this occasion. “Come on then — keep up. I hope you’re not…” she began, lowering her voice and arching an eyebrow comically, “Squeamish.”

[liilizette-blog]

Lizette rolled her eyes. Squeamish was the last thing she wa.. “Gah!” She shouted, spotting a spider on the ground. Her eyes shot to Alex, she frowned and hurried to say something before the brunette could. “Shut up -- come on.”

[pceticjustice-blog]

( ⚚—- Justice, with an eyebrow so sharp it could cut a diamond, casted Warren a look. An arm reached back, doits curled into a fist before she set it to fly to land all four, well strengthen knuckles up against the meat of his stupid, long, arm.  Offering the other female sweet, genuine looking grin, she chose to ignore his accusations. They were bullshit anyway. ‘You might not have, but there’s someone running around in a mask, turning people into Swiss Cheese around town, and I’m pretty sure they do, so. It’s important to stay with the group.’ Giving her hand a shake to loosen it up after her satisfying smack, she went onto continue. ‘Having a rough night? You picked a good person to make you feel better, Bean Boy is just filled with positivity and charm, isn’t he?’ 

[wtviic-deactivated20170614]

It took a moment before Warren fully realized what had happened, even then, he found it hard to believe. Did she just– hit him? It wasn’t as if the impact had hurt at all; any pain was more like the annoyance of a persistent fly. But if he hadn’t had any proof that she didn’t have all her marbles, this was it. “I–” Warren began, before cutting himself off. He was not going to cause a scene tonight– the goal was to socialize, not attract attention to himself by having an argument with a tiny island girl. Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile, more for his sake than Justice’s.

“Well, it appears we’re being enticed to come back inside.” he said, with all of the politeness he could muster. “Do you want to go back in, Liz?” He was surprised that Lizette hadn’t been run off by Justice’s unsolicited appearance; he would’ve have ghosted minutes ago. Then again, the only reason Warren wanted to run in the other direction every time Justice came around was because she was intent on finding out information that could land him in jail.

[liilizette-blog]

Liz rose her eyebrows at the smacking sound. It was nice to have company with her -- - it was like she was alone but not really alone. Being outside had helped a ton. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going back in.” She upturned the corners of her lips. Warren seemed impatient to Liz, like he desperately wanted to go. “Sounds like the party’s getting good in there.”

It sounded exactly the same. The music was still muffled and the partyers were still cheering and talking loudly. However, now that she had calmed down, Liz thought now she’d be able to go back in and enjoy the party.

[cerealwrath]

[pceticjustice-blog]

 ( ⚚—-  Stalking? How d a r e–. Warren hadn’t exactly made an accurate declaration, but she supposed that was what it would look like given he was unaware of her occupation. Surprisingly it was due to  hurtful (she could feel her little calypso heart shattering in the cavity of her chest: no scam) accusation that she had noticed the two of them outside to begin with. The inner workings she had left to another officer so that she could do her sweep around the building and well, voices traveled.  Justice supposed that it was her own fault, she hadn’t thought that party goers would be that stupid, to leave the safety of the sea of party-harders, but she’d already been suspicions that all the holes in the Barista’s car had leaked fumes one too many times–surely it must have been affecting his cognitive.   This was the second time she’d seen him outside of his work, both times he’d been in the company of a girl. Information worth noted for the future. Justice didn’t recognize her, but at least this one looked the appropriate age. ‘All right lovebirds,’ the Deputy announced, her fake mustache blowing lightly with every word. ‘Back with the collectives, if your outside you gotta go, no loitering. If you stay, you go back to everyone else, comprehend?’ A pause. ‘Also Mr.Maddox your under arrest for slander. I’m pressing charges immediately.’

[wtviic-deactivated20170614]

Warren leaned closer to Liz, listening intently to her words. He could see that she was visibly upset, but he didn’t know what to do. Being nice was a foreign concept to him these days, unless he was plastering on a smile for work. “Hey, it’s–” he began to speak, only to be intruded upon by an all too familiar woman in a police costume. Seriously?

Looking to Liz, he thought it wouldn’t be the best time to go back inside. Whatever it was that was upsetting her, he doubted she’d want the whole party to see her this way. “I think we’re safe out here, ’Officer.’” came his dry response, sticking both hands into his leather jacket. Even seeing a fake uniform gave him the chills, his jaw muscles tensing momentarily at the sight. “And you’re not exactly proving me wrong on the stalker front. How long did it take for you to find me? Five minutes? Ten?”

[liilizette-blog]

When the stranger appeared, it seemed to be out of nowhere. Was this the stalker Warren had been talking about only moments before? “We didn’t mean any harm or anything,” Lizette assured the woman. “I just --” She paused, once again tucking her hair behind her ear. “I needed some air.” She looked up at the woman. “Sorry.”

She really didn’t want to go back inside. But she also didn’t want any trouble. Lizette was curious as to how long she actually took to find him -- -- that is if she was even looking for him.

[wtviic-deactivated20170614]

Warren shook his head, the corner of his lips turning up in a small smile. “I’m not too surprised. I kind of make it a point not to meet people.” he admitted, pushing his fingers through his hair in thought. Of course, tonight was a rare exception to that rule, but he could justify it; a killer roaming about would force him to know people, if only just to find out who to watch out for and who would be next. “I’ve been here for years and I only know the name of my boss. And, well, one other person. But only because I think she’s stalking me.”

Her hesitance to stay in Belmont was only natural– he expected that everyone was probably feeling the same way. Still, he couldn’t help but encourage her to stay. “I think we’re all having doubts about Belmont these days. But if you think about it, people die everywhere. Not just here.” It wasn’t until he’d finished speaking that he realized that his words probably not comforting in the slightest. “Er, that sounded better in my head, I promise.”

[liilizette-blog]

There was an odd feeling in her chest when he had told her that. “No, you’re right.” Her voice was quiet when she spoke. “Why run away from the fear of death?” She thought aloud, twirling her thumbs around each other. “-- When people die wherever we go.” Lizette sighed.

“All I want is to fall in love, have a real family and be happy.” Her voice was shaky; almost as if she was holding back tears. She looked at him. “Is that too much to ask for?” She would never tell him that this was one of the reasons she got overwhelmed when they were inside the party. Seeing everyone kissing and embracing made her feel alone. Like she had no one.

[matteoruiz-cardenas-blog]

Going to the dance was probably ill-advised, especially after the text message he had received a few hours before. Yet Matt still made an appearance, rearranging his Mario hat so it fit better on his head. Nic had actually suggested they go together, but he hadn’t seen him thus far and sort of hung around, not alone but still drifting from person to person, searching for the other. He wouldn’t stand him up, he knew that, and tried not to take it personally as he looked around the room and locked eyes with someone.

“Hey, how’s it going?” He grinned, his mouth close to the other’s ear so they could hear him properly. “I hate to ruin your night, but didn’t you get some creepy ass messages earlier?” He didn’t want to bring it up,really he didn’t, but he needed to see if he was the only one keeping an eye out for anything strange tonight.

[liilizette-blog]

Liz had been getting really into the music. She didn’t usually dance with others around but fuck it, right? Most of these people she would never see again. Lizette turned at the sound of a voice. She became uneasy at the question. “Yeah -- wasn’t it creepy?” She leaned in and spoke. “What do you think it meant?”

[wtviic-deactivated20170614]

“Peaceful?” Warren repeated, looking over at the woman with a raised brow. He thought that, with the lurking threat of killers roaming about, she might be a bit on edge. But for some reason that he couldn’t pinpoint, she seemed to be relaxed now that they’d left the party. Maybe it really was the cool night air. “I s'pose so. Definitely less music. It’s probably a lot safer out here too. Something about being surrounded by people is a little sketchy. I’m actually pretty glad we came out here.”

Her question made him a little tense, if only because talking about himself was always uncomfortable. “I’ve been here a while, yeah.” he answered truthfully, rubbing the back of his neck in thought. “I was here back when Belmont wasn’t the setting of a horror flick. A few years back– this place used to be the kind of place you could spend the rest of your life in.”

[liilizette-blog]

It was peaceful. The atmosphere -- - semi-dark clouds, a cool breeze. This was her kind of weather. She listened intently to his answer; she loved learning about new people. Liz nodded slowly, biting her lip. “It was a nice town before,” Memories flowed through her mind. Before she moved to Belmont, she was in search for the perfect town. Something that, much like Warren said, was a place you’d want to spend the rest of your life in. She seemed to have found that place when arriving in Belmont .. seeing as she stayed. But then the killings started to happen. And moving out didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Lizette glanced up at him. “I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other, seeing as we’ve both been here for quite some time.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Honestly. I wanted to live here for the rest of my life.” It was far better than being with her good-for-nothing mother. “Now .. I’m not sure if I still want that.”

[wtviic-deactivated20170614]

“You could say that. I guess I just wanted to prove that I could.” Warren replied, offering her a hand in introduction. He hadn’t even realized that they should have exchanged names by now. How long had it been since he’d actually willingly participated in a normal conversation with someone that didn’t have an ulterior motive? He couldn’t quite remember. “–I’m Warren. No one has ever called me by a nickname, so Warren’s the best I’ve got.”

[liilizette-blog]

“It’s peaceful out here,” The brunette commented. Her smile was genuine. Being outside in the fresh air with a man whom she just met somehow made everything better. She glanced at Warren. He had nice eyes. And nice lips. Liz thought. She shook her head, blinking twice. ‘No -- no, he’s just helping.’ Lizette shot him an awkward smile. “So, uh -- you been in Belmont for long?”

[liilizette-blog]

I know that you're the killer.

“Wait, wha– me?” She felt insulted. Liz couldn’t ever bring herself to harm an innocent soul. “Why in God’s name do you think that?”

[hellsvngel-blog]

[ ✉ FROM: UNKNOWN → ALL ]

[hellsvngel-blog]

UNFORTUNATELY, I CANT ANSWER THAT. MIGHT GIVE SOMETHING AWAY. (:

[liilizette-blog]

Seriously. You are insane. You kill and kill but for what? Your parents probably HATED YOU.