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Sean. Twenty Two. Professional Skateboarder. Gravedigger.

[xanderwong-deactivated20160726]

Zara raised an eyebrow at his words. Zara wasn’t exactly one to judge about sexual lives (Her tryst with Elijah was more than enough evidence) but making out with siblings sounded a little too dirty for her. “Wow, Sean. Don’t hold back on that one,” she said dryly, snorting at his confusion. “Surprisingly, I am not a voyeur - I try not to look at other couples, thanks.”

“I’d say it’s more the Freemasons, y’know? Very Magic Flute,” she corrected him, waving her bottle around as if to illustrate her point. “I got pretty deep into Wikipedia a while back, okay? Don’t judge…” she protested, “Why would Silas know about rodents?”

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Sean smiled, scratching the back of his head in slight embarrassment. “I’m just gonna blame Jack Daniels for my sluttiness and ignore any judgment.” He spoke with a nod. It was hard for him not use his good looks when he was wasted, and if people wanted to comply, who was he to get in their way? “Me neither! But y’know like it’s hard not to stare when you see someone’s face getting mauled by a drunk crazy dude.” Of which there were plenty.

Sean nodded in agreement, “Totally, totally.” He took a long swig as he grinned. “Because Curly’s actually a big huge rat. Have you like really  looked at him? He’s like the ratatouille rat with a big fro. It’s wild.” 

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Sean looked up, meeting Elijah’s gaze, and rolled his eyes. He pulled off for a second, stroking him still. “Hey, man I swear she actually did. She probably says she didn’t but she did,” many people called Sean a bullshitter when he announced his affair with Venice. Including Venice, whenever they were in public.

He did remember things Venice did that drove him wild with pleasure, though. The girl wasn’t just looks of course. He gripped the base of Elijah’s cock hard as he went back to sucking. Hollowing out his cheeks and pulling Elijah into him, he was working harder now than before. His tongue grazed along the underside of the other’s cock in his mouth as went down as far as he could.

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[seangrady-blog]

Sean couldn’t help but giggle when Elijah got demanding with him. It was hot, and not expectant of Eli at all. His voice got deeper and his eyes were more intense. Sean had his dominant moments, but when the other boy took the reins it was ‘pretty fuckin’ great’. 

He nearly melted at the sound of the others command, wrapping his lips around Elijah’s cock and letting his tongue slide along the underside of it. He looked up at the other to watch his reaction. Hopefully see him lose it at his ministrations. He pressed forward, taking him in his mouth slowly, the familiar taste of his skin was only making the situation in his shorts more pressing.  

[venicebranco-deactivated2016042]

There was something when someone kept returning to one who obviously had no interest. They were in deeper vanquish when this occurs. Wagging their tail to the same old trail that keeps the dead end sign at the end. Bright yellow, the sign remains tall, but the puppy continues to come along. The sign was upset because the puppy was not reading their message; though, on the other hand, they were flattered. How sickening is that word? How can Venice be flattered by those such as Sean and Claire? Why could they not be more like Elijah and Nora? Simple bodies she just sleep with. 

Finding herself leaning her body back, meeting the cold concrete of the roof, she bends her knees for comfort. Observing the sky above, she was caught with the beauty above. It was only at that moment that she envied those who study the universe. They were lucky to examine such beauty daily and know much more. But, knowing too much can damage. Are they blind to the beauty now? A sigh left her lips as she felt completely calm now. The nirvana of the alcohol and blunt finally settled over her frame, and she was in a state she couldn’t be happier to be in. Imagine the Joker smiling.

Venice braced a smile over her lips as she stayed in the same position. Not another muscle moved other than her mouth. “You really shouldn’t. You should take people like Aurora, Zara, Amira, Silas, or Emmy seriously when it comes to such subject. They are head over heels of romance as so, or a little flattering that comes from Sean Grady. I don’t. I prefer roughness, the body count, and the simple fun - fluff is nonsense.” When under the influence of drugs and alcohol, she existed in two stages. One which includes her stance currently; completely calm with no thinking. The other; childish with giggles and nonsense talking. Thoughts existed in neither. “I just like having fun.”

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Sean took the initiative and laid back as well. It was more comfortable than Sean thought. The darkening sky was rather nice to look at as well. It complemented the dark green that surrounded the mansion. It truly seemed as if the mansion was the center of the land. Their world revolved around it. It and the nearby cemetery of course. Sean didn’t know at what point it was, before he’d moved with the competitions. No permanent home but his board. 

Now his title of Gravedigger held as much weight as his sponsorships did. Which was wild. His thoughts trailed back to Venice as she spoke. Chuckling at the list of names. Aurora demanded seriousness and attention. She demanded much more than Sean could give. Pebbles was his sister. Amira... had some rather questionable companions. Silas was on the list of ‘people Sean wanted to die by having them suffocate on his penis’. Ems was also a sister. “Huh, there really aren’t too many people that compare to Venice Branco around here.”

He rolled to his side, taking in all she said about having fun, taking what you wanted, roughness.It was hard to consider, Sean was sure if he complied, she’d swiftly harm him in a way no man wanted. Sean could definitely comply, though. He could through his idea of Venice and him walking into the sunset out the window if it meant he could have her for a night. Or more. “So... You don’t want me to ask to kiss, you just want me to do it..” he just wanted to be sure. Because he really wanted to.

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Tyler Posey poses in the audience during the 2016 MTV Movie Awards at Warner Bros. Studios on April 9, 2016 in Burbank, California. 

[noblegrave-blog]

Withholding a snarky comment about how he doesn’t need to know what Sean comes  for when he’s alone, but he was preoccupied with getting what he knew the other had visited for. He wasn’t really hiding anything at this point, there was only so much his tight shorts could conceal- and when Sean kissed his abs he flexed a bit. At the bossy comment, Elijah grabbed the back of the other boy’s head and pulled lightly on his hair. “You know I don’t need you talking when you’re on your knees.”

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Sean gasped a little when his hair was gripped, though he was actively trying to be manly and not make noise, so he cleared his throat a little after. Probably didn’t help much, but the semi in his cargo shorts were really more important than anything else. A hand slid down, gripping Elijah outside his underwear, the other gripping the bulge in his own shorts. His eyes were on Elijah, lip between his teeth, pleading for his clothing to come off. He wanted to do it himself but he had his hands full.

[perfectlysaram-blog]

Sara thought and thought, but his face only reminded him of his time with her sister. They didn’t need to be close for her to know how bad it had all gone down. Sara had never known the why, and she made a mental note to get it out of him sometime. But, she did know how horrible him and Aurora had been. “Right because you’re so good at getting things right,” she simply told Sean. Giving him the most innocent look, Sara held onto her pointe shoe, just expecting him to break down or come for her. Gravediggers were supposed to be tough right? But leave it up to Sara to find the button that made them self-destruct. Sean looked very much like her first victim. 

[seangrady-blog]

Sean blinked and giggled a little bit, which was slightly rude, but it seemed the girl was trying to hurt him in some way. It was funny. There was no way anything Sara could say would accurately describe that relationship. Even if Aurora and her sister were close. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He spoke offhandedly. If that was supposed to rile him up, the girl would have to try much harder. “Anyway, yeah. If you want like tips on how to not freak out, I can help ya. Your sister was definitely not composed when we got buried. Don’t tell her I told you.” Or do, everybody knew Aurora got freaked.

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“Usually Venice, and then you settle for me,” Elijah teased, placing the his chin in the crook of the other’s neck. 

That’s who people usually dropped by for, anyway. Especially these days- but this was a fresh of breath air. Lightly nipping at Sean’s shoulder, Elijah slid a hand up the other’s back, gently pushing him downward. “It’s not about what you come for, anyway,” he added, a smirk playing on his lips.

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“Not true,” kinda true, “in a perfect world I’d come for the both of you, at the same time.” That was a fantasy Sean would remember. Very fun idea. Sean grinned at the closeness, the teeth on his skin. His thumbs were pulling at the waistband on Elijah’s boxer briefs. “So bossy,” He let himself move with the other’s push, pressing his lips against the other’s abs once before he was on his knees.

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Silas swallowed, shrugging a shoulder. He didn’t know how to answer that question. There wasn’t any point in him. He just was. Realistically, he should have died a long time ago. “I’m just here to kill your sorry ass when you least expect it.”

[seangrady-blog]

What an odd thing to say. “You’re a fuckin’ nut, dude.” Sean couldn’t tell if Silas was being ominous in a funny way or not. Either way it was bad. Either way it annoyed the shit out of him. He huffed, feeling the sting of Silas’ knuckles on his face. “Peace out, Curly. Nice  conversation.” Sean backed out of the room, nothing entertaining would be happening here any longer.

[perfectlysaram-blog]

“Yes, I know they found a dead body in the library,” Sara told the person she felt creeping besides her, not even sure they were going to say anything regarding such, but it seemed to be the talk of campus. While she spoke, she collected her things, knowing she had dance practice in an hour. It wasn’t out of the norm for her to get to things early; it was just a habit of being sure. “And no,” she continued, not making eye contact, “I don’t care.” In that moment, her pointe shoe fell from her bag and she bent down to retrieve it with an exasperated sigh. Sara lied – about not caring. She lied about many things and this was one of them. Of course she cared. How could she not when that dead body they found might as well be her when they initiate her into that damned secret society?

[seangrady-blog]

“’S good. It’ll make it easier when it’s your turn,” Ouch, Sean. It sounded worse out loud than it did in his head. Aurora’s sister was very much Aurora though. At least as Sean could tell. It was a bit apparent the girl was more shaken up than she appeared to be. She was the one who brought up the body in the first place. That, and she just looked like Aurora. The memory taunted and threatened to return. That relationship that crashed and burned.  “I mean. ‘Cept for the dying part. We’ll probably get it right this time.”

[amiadel]

“God, I wish this was all a dream,” she sighed, letting her head fall back as her eyes closed. “When did my life turn into a living nightmare,” she muttered under her breath, chewing at her lower lip. “It’s probably just someone trying to scare us,” she shrugged, keeping to herself that it seemed like something Lucas would do to get the whole house in a tizzy.

[seangrady-blog]

Sean put the paper back into his back pocket. He’d more clarity than he did before, but it was all still kind of baffling. If it was anything more than a prank, it was unnecessarily complicated. “Hey, hey, hey. See these?” Sean asked, proceeding to flex his forearms. “Whoever’s doing all this is gonna get a firm slug. You gotta be ready to kick ‘em in the crotch. Deal?”

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A chimpanzee climbing a bark to only trip off the ledge. The seventh attempt of burning a match. The last drop of water after a five mile run. The four digit number you cannot seem to remember. Sean Grady is all that. Wet socks on cold feet. Failing grades with red ink. Stuck in traffic with an appointment at eight. She will never understand the importance of the smiley face sticker that sat beside her. It’s a mystery, and it bothers her.

“Wow.” She mocked with parted lips as they form the letter preceding the first letter of not so much. “What a shiver of fear you ran down my spine. Please, Stop.” Her tone implied his act was not one to fear. Though, take her back to the day, when her mind did not run with wolves, and she may have ducked away from the look of this boy. What a coward she was. A milquetoast she was.

The thought of them all holding blame for the death of Sylvia tensed her muscles. If Venice was going to be brought down with such travesty, she refuses to be chained alongside people with the name of Aurora, Zara, Sara, Allie, Emmy, and Sean. They were innocent. They could be charged with the same level of crime like her own. A laughter came forth from this thought, and the brunette ducked her head low to avoid confrontation of why such act occurred.

That’s when the awful vocabulary was pronounced from him. How dare he credit victory with points that prove unnecessary? Only one of low hope and low self-esteem would do such a thing. Addressing an expression toward him, she wore the resting look well. “Don’t make this a child game. If you continue to do so, I left the window open to leave, and I may not do the same for you.”

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He wondered how Venice really felt about him as he took another inhale. He was  enamored with a very mean girl. He wondered what that said about him. it was all starting to matter less as the drugs worked. The slight buzz of beer worked too. Perfectly sedated now. The things he really wanted to think about now were plans. Plans to trick Lucas into driving him to the skate park tomorrow. Plans to get as many people drunk tonight as he could before it was considered a party. Plans to get one more night with the Bella Italiana.

Sean rolled his eyes, “Yeah it’s not grand theft, just a baseball bat.” He was trying to connect, but she was as always colder than ice. He wasn’t one for killing or stealing. It just didn’t... sit right with him still. His mother managed to leave him with some tenderness. Though, despite the smiles and the laughs, he was rough when he had to be.  A lot of guy friends led to a lot of fights and blood, perhaps why he said things around girls he probably shouldn’t say. 

Sean chuckled a bit. He figured Venice thought this all a game. She had no stake in this other than the casual fun it was to mess around with him, and Sean liked it that way. “Sorry, V. You know I take you very seriously. If you don’t know, well, I take you very seriously.” 

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He was in shock at himself after the impact of his fist, not expecting the blow to his gut, recoiling to the ground. He quickly scrambled to his hands and knees. He took a moment to cough, before pushing himself slowly to his feet, shaking his head. “I’m not doing this. I’m not fucking fighting you. No fucking way are you worth it.”

[seangrady-blog]

Sean’s brow furrowed. He was definitely ready for more. This was quite fun. He looked at the other with disdain, moving his jaw to check for any signs of dismemberment there. No, just pain. He sighed, spitting on the floor, blood mixed in with the saliva. “Oh my god. You don’t even finish a fight? What the hell is the point of you, Silas?”

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They watched him with an unflinching feline gaze. There was just something so maddening in relation to Sean De-Grady, something that they couldn’t quite apprehend, ensnare for further experimentation. It was the kind of thing that interested scientists, that made artists stop and wonder how God had created such a thing. { You’re being weird. Like really weird. } A white blip and flash in the corner of the room was the only thing that forced them to look away.

Of course, nothing was there. 

And by the time they trailed their eyes back to his amusing efforts, he had dared to approach, now fishing beneath the sofa with one foot, attempting to get the board. Now, Hashi wasn’t thinking that they had done this on purpose - but, well, it had been accidental. How had their heel managed to make contact with the skateboard? A true mystery.

However, when they answered them, it was with hostility - and not directed at him; a snort. “You would think so by the way some people are parading around here and thrusting it into everyone’s face. You got the queens, the stoners, the criers, and - the assholes. It’s like our very own damn gravedigger chessboard.” 

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Finally Sean had enough of the waiting and got on his knee to reach under the couch for the damn thing. It was his fault not bringing it up to his room. But walking it up the stairs took more effort than letting roll on the hardwood floor as he walks in from a long day. Why couldn’t everyone respect that? So what if they tripped on the board? Sean did it all the time too.

“What would that make you Hash Brown?” The nickname slipped from his tongue like two casual friends. Anyone who Sean knew had one. Most had a few. In thought of Hashi’s metaphor, they definitely were no queen. Asshole, sure, but Hashi and Sean weren’t exactly on the same page with the definition.

A sigh of relief as he slid the board out from under the couch, and didn’t hit his head or find a spider or something. He set it comfortably under his arms, checking for any new scrapes that may have appeared in any malicious intent that kicking it under the couch came with.

[rileyfitzpatrick]

Despite Riley’s previouslack of attention, she had noticed the letter. And much to her dismay it onlymade more thoughts swarm around her mind. These thoughts that were racingaround in her mind had stopped and started so many times now that it wasstarting to give her a bit of a headache. Riley cared, and then she didn’t. Shehad come to the conclusion she cared in the sense that it was intriguing, butalso because she didn’t know what to expect – was this going to be like a badepisode of Scream? Or just like every episode of Scream Queens? Was someonegoing to die next?  

“Cal? Huh? No – you do?Tell me it’s sharp – tell me it’s as sharp as a Pendleton,” she exclaimed, as shefelt his arm slip around her. Usually, she would shy away, but now there wassimply too much on her mind and her thoughts were elsewhere. Welcoming theguidance she walked alongside him. “You know what we should do? We should goshopping for knives. Pointy ones – I wonder what’s going to happen to Sylvia’sbody…”

[seangrady-blog]

This was all rather annoying. Sean had other things to be worrying about then someone’s stupid mistake over a girl. Junior of college, perfecting new tricks, landing a comfy spot in Venice’s pants. Sylvia and whoever was pulling the little puppet strings on this needed to stop vying for attention. Yet he still wanted to get this paper translated. He still needed to figure out the puppet master’s full picture. for clarity’s sake.

“I, uh, yeah? It probably is. I use it for cuttin’ apples when I’m not home and it works alright.” Up the stairs to his and Lucas’ room. He moved to his desk, moving around stray papers and handing Riley the knife. “Knife shopping? ‘Course you’d take this opportunity to look for a sale...” Huh, good question. “Ask Mr. President. I think someone’s gotta give it to her family or somethin’. So they can like bury her.” Correctly this time. 

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“Are you fucking-,” he cut himself off, stepping forward and throwing a fist to his face before he even thought about it.

[seangrady-blog]

Sean saw it coming, from light years away. He still let it land though, head snapping back from the punch. “Heh, nice,” he mumbled. Hell, he he’d fell from skateboards harder than that. If you subtract initial shock and adrenaline this still wouldn’t hurt. He spit on the other’s floor, moving in and snapping his foot up to meet his gut, arms ready to block now.

[amiadel]

Amira glanced up at Sean, taking a small amount of solace that Sean wasn’t finding humor in the situation. “Yeah, not the most comforting idea in the world, is it?” she sighed, running her fingers through her tangled curls. Amira scanned the words, her lips twitching down as she read and re-read them, thinking them over. “I think it’s talking about that moment when you wake up, when you’re not fully awake yet. You’re still a little asleep, whatever you were dreaming you’re still feeling. Some part of your brain is still convinced these things are actually happening.” She paused, wetting her lips and shaking her head. “Or it could just be gibberish.”

[seangrady-blog]

“Not at all.” Not in the slighest. The more that happened with this the nearer that reality was. Sean didn’t want to have to fight for his life, but he would. He considered Amira’s words, recalling any similar experience.Dreams, huh? “ So this is all a dream then? Or it’s a dream that’s still happenin’? Someone’s got no fuckin’ life that’s what I think.” He sighed in slight frustration.