mack was walking around campus happy to be back honestly. of course there was a moment of prayer to the young man who had lost his life here. she didnât know him, barely even talked to him, but still. a life taken was a life taken. she had been standing a few feet away from the male that was now mumbling under his breath. soft eyes looking to him, the urge to give him a comforting touch was strong but she just shoved her hands into her designer jacket. âi donât know.â she breathes out, honesty in her voice and her eyes. âobviously something not good.â she whispers, not wanting to break the still night with the sound of her voice. âyou okay?â it was a genuine question. mack never just asking it to get a rise out of someone, or to prod at them. she was genuinely asking a question.
âjust, you know, confused.â what else was new. however, this was a different sort of confusion. not the needing a few extra seconds before the puzzle pieced together or something that could be solved with asking just another question. this was bigger. âi feel guilty. like... iâve just been ignoring it thinking itâll stop.â marco squinted his eyes at the building. he hadnât looked at it in a long time. felt a hell of a whole lot different now than it did freshman year. he looked over at mack. âfeel like i canât do that anymore.â
@eliaspaxton: it's 10:30 and i'm only just leaving practice and have to be back for 9am so i might just fucking go out and lay on the ice..... might just lay on the ice fully fucking nude......... might sleep on the ice with my ass, dick and balls out
@savards27: remind me to tell coach to sanitize the ice tmrw. we cant risk contaminating the rookies
âI guess⊠At least itâs been shepherds, right?â Benji offered in an attempt to soothe. He didnât know how to explain in simple terms that most people were safe as long as they didnât meddle. âAt least we know thereâs safety in not pressing subscribe. So, just donât. Maybe the deaths will end or theyâll just shut the campus down for good. I really wouldnât blame them.â
subscribing had never been a temptation. marco hardly felt like he understood the app at all. beside, final year, he was just trying to focus on hockey and school, with a little bit of partying slipping through the cracks. âi donât know if i could do another year, man. like... i never even intended to do five. six?â marco shook his head. in the grand scheme of things, what was one more year in comparison to ending up like, well, like chris. âfeel like itâs stupid but i keep kind of hoping itâs the end. i mean, i hope it is. fuck.â
why did lockwood feel more like a graveyard then a college campus these days? seeming like more and more bodies were showing up and honestly the whole thing was fucked. honestly, bash still felt like he was in denial about it all. him and christoph hadnât been on the best of terms, not since their break up but that didnât mean bash didnât care about him any less. âitâs all so fucking fucked.â honestly oblivious to the fact that his eyes had tears in them. maybe the other would think it was because of the wind. hesitant orbs flickered to take in the sight of the male, âyou uhâŠokay? you need anything?â
marco nod his head. fucking fucked was an accurate representation; throw in a few question marks and that about summed up his reaction. âno, iâm... iâm good,â he replied, shaking his head softly, his eyes still cast towards the building. heâd lived on the third floor, third window from the right. marco wasnât sure if it was good or bad that he didnât know where chris had been. probably the latter, right? âjust, the whole thingâs kinda hard to wrap my head around. like... itâs real but it doesnât feel real. i donât know, maybe thatâs just me.â
âI wish I knew⊠A part of me feels like maybe transferring out of here is the safest thing to do,â he replied, eyes trailing over the abandoned building. After a great vacation, he should be feeling relaxed and refreshed, but instead he had a huge feeling of dread weighing down on his shoulders. He was thankful, at the very least, to be living off campus and a certain distance away from immediate danger.
âprobably,â marco nodded, his eyes still cast upward at the dormitory. âmy mom texted me before the flight about, uh, coming home butââ he paused, shaking his head. sheâd found a flight to regina international, leaving just a few hours after his. the idea of going home sounded nice. safe. but marco continued to shake his head. âi canât go. the season just started and, you know, iâm almost out of here anyway.â
Benji had sat on a curb outside the abandoned Fidelis dormitory, observing the yellow police tape that circled it. It felt a little too unreal like he was expecting someone to tap him on the shoulder and let him know that all of this was just some sort of prank. He couldnât even really explain why he knew Christoph to most people. Glancing up at Marco when he was in hearing range, Benji shook his head. âThink maybe we were a little naĂŻve to think that the tragedy was going to end last year.â
marco blinked as another voice chimed in. too distracted by the building itself, he hadnât noticed benji sitting on the nearby curb. âi donât... i donât know what i thought.â he shrugged, taking a slow few steps closer to the other boy. âfeel like iâve, you know, been trying not to think itâs real.â but glancing over at the police tape now, it was smacking marco square in the face.
having just stepped off the coach, marcoâs plans consisted of making the trek back to his place, dropping his over-stuffed backpack on the floor, and falling into bed with his laptop and some movie from the 90s. but as his vans-clad feet carried him down the path he slowed once he stepped into the shadow the building cast onto the sidewalk. fidelis. his old dorm. looking at it now though, he didnât immediately think of the cramped parties and late night mario kart tournies; he thought of the recent headline. it made his stomach sink. âfuck, man,â he exhaled, before mumbling softly under his breath, âwhat the fuck is going on?â
DO THEY HAVE ANYTHING QUESTIONABLE ONLINE? â there are nudes of himself that he shared with previous partners/hookups, as well as a few videos of him in possession of and interacting with a significant amount of weed ( both likely are just on the cloud for right now )
BANK ACCOUNT BALANCE â $2,093.49
DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY CREDIT CARDS? HOW MANY? DO THEY HAVE A BALANCE AND LIMIT? OF HOW MUCH? â one credit card that is used mostly for emergencies with a limit of $500 & one debit card with a limit of $300
CRIMINAL RECORD â n/a
HOSPITAL & MEDICAL VISITS / RECORD â dislocated shoulder ( eighth grade ), first concussion ( junior year of high school ), ankle sprain ( sophmore year of college ), second concussion ( first senior year of college )
PRESCRIBED MEDICATIONS â n/a
DO THEY USE ILLICIT DRUGS? â n/a
DO THEY DRINK ALCOHOL? â yes, mostly cheap beer but heâs not too biased. the only thing he wonât touch is gin.
DO THEY SMOKE WEED AND/OR CIGARETTES? â yes to weed, and quite often. no to cigarettes.
SUBSCRIPTIONS THEY HAVE â netflix, spotify, and sports illustrated ( which still gets mailed to his parentsâ house )
FAVORITE BOOKS â marco has mostly sparknotes his way through high school and college, but he loved the magic treehouse series growing up, specifically pirates past noon
FAVORITE FILMS â the mighty ducks, goon, bill and ted's excellent adventure, shrek, young frankenstein
FAVORITE MUSICIANS â queen, x ambassadors, journey, aerosmith, weezer
FAVORITE GAMES â fruit ninja, ballz, mario kart
PAST ROMANTIC / INTIMATE RELATIONSHIPS THAT MAY HAVE AN ONLINE PRESENCE â azul monterrey ( ex-girlfriend ), saige beaumont ( hookup ), isla dubois ( crush / hookup )
MOST FREQUENTLY VISITED WEBSITES â nhl.com, youtube, twitter, espn, bleacher report, & google
DO THEY USE A VPN? â no, and i highly suspect marco wouldnât know what one is either
WHAT SOCIAL MEDIA DO THEY HAVE? â twitter, snapchat, instagram, and facebook, though he only uses that rarely and for his momâs sake.
ARE THEY ON ANY HOOK-UP OR DATING APPS? WHICH ONES? â tinder
âHuh,â Lana let out like heâd shed light on a complicated theorem, hand aimlessly feeling for her glass without actually glancing down to check itâs whereabouts. âI think the rightâs my favourite, too. I donât know, though. Kind of like them both,â she decided, eyes flitting between both of his, subconsciously still trying to decide if there was a tip in the scales. âEyes are kind of gross, when you think about it. Just, like⊠Jelly marbles, or something.â Blinking down, she lifted her drink to take a sip. âI love crawling places, so maybe. Tommy from Rugrats vibes. Itâs, like, easily top three, in ways to travel anywhere. Sometimes a girl has to feel at one with the worms.Wiggle around, a little.â Glass pulled down from her mouth, her eyebrows perked, grin ghosting her lips. âWhatâd you think I should be for Halloween? You can be my adviser. Making decisions is hard. Like, give me a break? Sometimes I wish everything would just⊠float out of a goblet, written on a piece of paper, in every situation. I like having instructions, you know? But I, um⊠I guess I hate following them.â
marco nodded his head in agreement. he did like both of his eyes, also had plans to keep both of them. but with that description? marco shook his head. âjelly marbles. man, i donât want to think about that. you know... i donât know how people, like, put contacts in. just touch their eye?â he lifted his hand, finger posed towards his eye, as if to try it for himself. but a chill of sorts ran through marcoâs body, making his wiggle out the discomfort and flop his hand back down to his side. âyou could be tommy pickles,â he offered simply, gesturing in her direction. it had practically been her idea. he did pause, however, mostly to take a puff from the joint still burning between his fingers but also to give her costume thought. creativity wasnât his strongest suit. pirate being example numero uno. the weed could only help. âi feel like a lot of people are going to be that, you know, that clown this year. i did hear this girl in my western civ lecture talk about going as, like, a sexy white claw.â it was about as confusing for him now as it was then. another puff and then loaded with a question, marco asked another silent one as he offered out the joint to lana. âwere you thinking scary or funny? sorry, i... i suck at this stuff.â
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