needing relief from myself.

SIERRA MORETTI. ❝ @ballingsierra: how DARE you disrespect me in front of my salad! ❞ var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5535332"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); so i cut you off and i don't need your love cause I already cried enough. i've been d o n e and i've been movin' on since we said goodbye. i cut you off. I don't need your love.

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📩 imessage: big brother.

Ezra: They're entertaining lol

Ezra: Sierra I'm not kidding let go of the bottle

Ezra: How are you even allowed alcohol during an evac???

Ezra: you've got to stop with the drinks...

Ezra: Please ???

Sierra: No, they aren't. Sometimes, I wonder how we're even related

Sierra: I brought it in... a suitcase? Do you really think someone will look through my bag? You really thought I was going to come out here and not have alcohol?

Sierra: What's your deal? Are the smell of the penguins getting to you?

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special delivery to ; @devinwashingtcn.

Every part of Sierra was relived in knowing Devin was at the YMCA as well. If there was anyone else Sierra would want to be locked in with, it would easily be her best friend - her partner in crime. Feeling her iPhone vibrate, she read Devin’s messages, one’s that instantly brought a smile upon her mouth corners and even got her to jump down from the elliptical. Since the blast text of the suspects and knowing there were a few of them in the YMCA, she decided tonight wasn’t the night to witness a blood-bath between the concerned citizens of Westbrook. Having found a quite corner to herself brought plenty of advantages to her, mostly because she didn’t have to worry about constant visitor and have anyone to share her Grey Goose with. Sliding her phone into the pocket of her sweatpants, a blanket twice her size was being clutch by her free hand, as the other kept a steady grip of her alcohol bottle before trailing down the hallway of the YMCA. Even walking by and accidentally bumping into people, slurred words immediately Sierra to brow her brows before waving her alcohol gripped hand at a random patron away, “Yeah, you better move out of my fucking way, bitch.” The words escaped her lips, watching as the random patron mumbled something underneath their breath but Sierra continued to proceed down the musky, body-ordered filled YMCA hallway before seeing a tall figure in the distance. If there was anyone she could spot from behind, it was Devin. An instant pep in her step, the petite female ran up behind to her best friend as her arms instantly wrapped around the taller female’s frame. “Oh thank god, you’re here! My fucking bitch is here!” Arms eventually unlacing themselves from her best friend’s waist, she stumbled slightly before pointing a finger as chestnut some hues blinked up toward the other, “I got more vodka. A whole suitcase, I came prepared.” Paused Sierra, giggling. Knowing since last texting Devin, she had consumed more, but it wasn’t hitting her just yet. Her tolerance for alcohol has grown over the years and now, standing here, it felt like nothing. “Let’s go and find somewhere to hang out before we witnessed a Civil War in the making in that fucking gym because of those suspects. We may commit crimes but the last thing, we need is to have anything lead to us being involved in anything that will happen tonight. Now, come on, let’s go!” 

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📩 imessage: big brother.

Ezra: LOL I knew you'd react like that. Chill sis, I was joking ahah

Ezra: I'm reading the little plaques next to the tanks, duh

Ezra: Holy shit Sierra put that down!!!

Ezra: I'M SERIOUS I'LL DRIVE OVER THERE

Ezra: I'm texting Emma asap

Sierra: Honestly, I'm triggered and I really wished it didn't happen like this!

Sierra: You're literally such a nerd because you actually read's those plaques.

Sierra: OMG WHY ARE YOU FREAKING OUT? CALM DOWN SYLVESTER STALLONE. IT'S NOT THAT DEEP.

Sierra: Omg you'd be stupid if you risk going out there, even though, it's not that bad outside but I have to show that I care.

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─  LAYLA DAWSON ;

It was either the Marine Science Center or the YMCA, and so of course Layla ended up with the latter. It was honestly probably the universe’s pathetic attempt to hint at her to be a better person, or her bad karma would ultimately continue to follow her. The whole idea of spending her time trapped outside the comfort of her own home was displeasing enough, throw a disgusting gym that she wouldn’t even work out at on a normal basis into the mix, it was almost enough to drive the blonde over the edge. It was times like this when she felt unhappy in her small town home— they didn’t even have the resources to handle a little bit of snow, causing a whole uproar. “Whoever assigned it must have some personal vendetta against me,” She stated, tone flat as she glanced up at the familiar brunette. “Like, I don’t want to sound big-headed and make it all about me, but this was definitely a personal attack.” Maybe Frankie was right, maybe she really did need a nap— she was getting cranky. “This is awful.”

It was like the universe was wanting Sierra to move far away from the hell-hole of Westbrook. Hell, she remembered why she ended up here in the first place. Each one of her close, best of friends decided to move back to Westbrook, Sierra decided it was the time for change. Even though, each set of memory was a haunting one from her childhood. Older now, she was, Sierra still walked around the town and gave little shit for things. Like the murder of Alexis’ Hawthorne. It was the least of her worries. If anything, seeing everyone’s reactions were far more entertaining than imagined. Now, with the panic of the snow storm, Sierra had to hear endless amount of mumbles and gasps from others. Surely, it was going to be an interesting next couple of days and she intended on watching it closely. Plopping down beside the blonde, without even needing a proper invitation, like she cared anyway, “You and I both. It’s the perfect excuse and time to set us up with people we hate and watch the blood bath unfold.” Life missing from her tone and her expression, she lifted the Grey Goose to her lips and taking a prolonged drink. Handing it off to Layla, someone she didn’t know quite well, “Not big-headed at all. Realistic.” Hell, she knew even her mind set was like such. “Drink some vodka. Best thing to get through this shit hole of a situation.”

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─ LAUREN SLOANE ;

@sierramoretti

After giving a few of her blankets away, she left the rest of them - save for one that was wrapped around her shoulders- to the center and was walking around the YMCA with her bullet journal tucked underneath her arm. She glanced around, gingerly drinking white wine from her flask. Walking past the gym, she saw a brunette bouncing on a medicine ball and drinking vodka. Eyebrows arched, her eyes caught on the elliptical machine, knowing that it would warm her up to work out. Heading into the room, she called out to the woman, flask still in her hand, “Mind if I join you?”

The unexpected roar throughout the gym at the YMCA caused Sierra to grab a few belongs and instantly wanting to be far away from the blood-bath as possible, clearly seeing the text message. As much as she loved World-star, she needed to keep her reputation, even a joke but Sierra always made humored like jokes - rarely did she take herself serious.  The further she wandered around the community center, the brunette found a quite spot in the gym, making herself comfortable around the surroundings with the bottle of her Grey Goose. Another swig from her vodka bottle, Sierra stopped bouncing as she heard a familiar voice directed toward her. “Sure,” a simple response from the brunette, eyeing the female before setting her bottle on the ground and arms crossed over her chest. “What do you have tucked underneath your arm?” Instantly questioning, seeing as her attention was peaked, “Is that a journal full of potential hit-list victims? Those are always so much fun to make.”

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📩 imessage: big brother.

Ezra: It's actually nice here

Ezra: I was looking at the bass. You look like a bass lol

Ezra: shit did you know the body of a catfish is covered in tastebuds? Imagine what food would taste like if we had that

Ezra: Ok but seriously, how's it going? Are you alone?

Sierra: I'm jealous. I really am. I can't believe I'm saying this. I deserve to be somewhere nice and doesn't smell like an almost funeral home mixed with BO trying to take me out of this world this early.

Sierra: Please don't ever compare me to a bass again. I'm Sierra Fucking' Moretti. THATS DISRESPECT. Never disrespect me ever again in front of my salad.

Sierra: No, why do you know this? Why are you such a nerd?

Sierra: I'm here and I'm just enjoying some fine vodka. Grey Goose, hello. I think I saw Rosie around. Not too sure. I'm just trying to keep busy and do precisely that.

Sierra: What about you?

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─ KATRINA UNGER ;

“Everyone on Twitter was buzzing about either the Lilly Pulitzer sample sale or the storm today in a weak attempt to get me out of bed. Thursday mornings are for sleep, I can buy Jackie Kennedy dresses from a fucking thrift store.” Katrina looked up, tipping back her drink, “I’m making up for the coffee I missed. Anyways, how was your morning?”

“Wait, I’m sorry, people still fucking wear Lily Pulitzer? What are they asking for a death wish? Now, that’s fucking tragic. I could barf if I didn’t have such a high tolerance to everything.” Sierra groaned, hues rolling, before lifting her own bottle of vodka, having a full stockpile of different alcohol assortments to get her through this weekend. Not like she even wanted to remember it. “Good for you.” She spoke over to her friend with a soft smile. “Horrible because I feel like I’m living my worse nightmare and that’s surrounded by a bunch of elders. I know I’m going to trip over someone’s fucking wheelchair in the middle of the night. What about you?”

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📩 imessage: that tall, fine piece of mahongany ass.

Devin: How fucked up are we talking?

Devin: prom night fucked up when we ended up in county lockup

Devin: or cheesecake factory fucked up where we got fired from the cheesecake factory for getting into the booze and then sent to county lock up?

Sierra: honestly, the cheesecake factor fucked up when we got fired for getting into the booze and getting sent to the county lock up

Sierra: like it's that extreme. this whole weekend is going to be literal hell. i'm literally trying to NOT remember this whole weekend and oh my god, can you please tell me why there's so many elders here and why is this freaking me out

Sierra: you know what i also realized, it's been a hot second since we have been to cheesecake factory too. ooh we should hit it up after this shit show

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📩 imessage: big brother.

Sierra: EZRA.

Sierra: I'm disgusted by this current events. While, you're at the Marine Science Center, I'm trying to distinguish the difference between the smell of BO or the possibility of corpses rotting already.

Sierra: I've never seen this many elder people before yikes.

Sierra: I feel like I'm at Bethesda Retirement Center. My worse dreams are coming true.

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special delivery to ;  @layla-dawson.

The horrifying body order from day’s prior in the YMCA lingered around certain corners. It was a damn shame of Sierra even being here in the first place. Jealous of those who were currently in the Marine Science Center because whoever determined the location’s of this snow storm simply wanted one group of bodies to hate themselves. Surely, Sierra did hate this entire scenario. But, she came prepared with an entire bag full of liquor because how else was she going to remain decent in a room full of whiny brats. Liquor was able to get her through this entire ordeal and even with the small, decent good bone in her body, Sierra decided to scout around the YMCA and see anyone else she could bond with - or drink with. As the petite female wandered around, she spotted a familiar blonde in the distance and instantly heading toward her, even holding out the bottle of vodka for the other. “It’s fucking miserable in here. Who the hell gave some people the Marine Science Center and the rest of us the YMCA. It’s like they hate us,” words escaping instantly from lips, allowing her opinion to know about this shit-hole location planning bothering her. “Liquor is the only way I’m getting through this weekend.”

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moretti group chat

Emma: everyone safe? the kids and i are at the marine center

Sierra: well and alive. i found myself a medicine ball at the ymca and currently bouncing on it. yup. liquor included. but, good to know you're okay with the kids.

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📩 imessage: that tall, fine piece of mahongany ass.

Sierra: I WILL GET FUCKED UP TONIGHT!

Sierra: NOT FUCKED BC P SURE EVERYONE'S LIKE 500 YEARS OLD IN THIS FUCKING FEET SMELLING YMCA BUT I GOT LIQUOR

Sierra: WHERE ARE YOU?

Sierra: oh, sorry, should've turned caps off lol

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─ LACEY TURMAN ;

       Was Lacey acting a tad bit tipsy? Probably but considering it has been quite sometime she had the weekend free to her own personal time, she wasn’t going to resist the urge to go out and have some fun with her hair down. “C’mon, dance with me.” Lacey shouted over the music as she grabbed the others hands and pulled them close as her body moved to the beat.

     Sierra needed to part from the dance floor for the moment. Having needed to grab some liquid courage to cool her down, she instantly finished off her drink before turning to the bustling crowd around. It was evident of how much she loved the environment around her. Laughter slipped from her delicate folds, allowing Lacey to allow her to move back onto the dance floor. “Listen girl, we could be here all night and sometimes, breaks are needed, just saying.” The brunette threw out there, feeling the lights and the liquor starting to hit, tipsy she was growing but she knew she’d have more soon. There was never enough liquor for Sierra, all she needed was more. “I spotted a cutie at three o’clock and I plan on tapping that fine ass. And yes, I checked out his ass because those jeans look sensational on him. But, oh man, they’ll look better on the floor.” Finishing off her sentence, the lack of filter on her never changed, telling the other proudly before swaying to the beat of the music then throwing her hands in the air. 

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─  ANDREA CASTELLO ;

Working the double shift, Andy was clad in the uniform of the Mystic Dragon. The buttons of her shirt were half done-up, even the barest glimpse of bra did wonders for bringing in extra tips from the drunk patrons. Music filled the club as she worked away behind the bar, mixing cocktails and pouring drinks, caught in the familiar but incredibly tiring routine of her work. Even through the multicoloured lights, Andy recognised the face who’d just sat across from her, leaning over the bar and calling: “Hey baby, what can I get you?” 

Yet another uneventful day, Sierra found herself returning back to Mystic Dragon for another evening. If she hated herself, she wouldn’t come down here religiously but every night, there were new people worth half meeting and forgetting their names, only to have drunken make-out session in the bathroom before going home and returning back to the professionalism. Being here was a bad influence because her self control was barely hanging on. Nonetheless, working her way through a crowd of sweaty patrons, the petite female pulled back her brown locks into a high ponytail and waving her hand, attempting to cool herself down, “Hey gorgeous,” perked up Sierra, seeing the familiar face before lightly tapping upon the counter, “Hit me with the Vodka rocks and I mean, keep them coming instantly after I finish my drink. It happens to be that type of night.” Another night where she’s about to get shit faced but at least, Sierra could trust Andy for the quality of her drinks. “What’s going on with you? Racking up all of those tips? Spot any hot victims tonight?”

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─  ROSIE MORETTI ;

Rosie relaxed as she heard her sisters words, the older Moretti was right, “I knows.” She said, an apologetic look in her eyes and soft face, that unfortunately enough she knew resembled her mother the most. “I’m sorry too, it took me by surprised and I only reacted.” She continued. “But simply look at it as an investment, once we sale it and we divide the money the house could finally do some good, you could invest the money in your business or put it towards you home, that’s the most benefit that place will ever give us.” The youngest of the four always tried her best to not think of the past, and she knew it was easier for her than the rest. Rosie was shielded away by her siblings, she never had to endure half the things they did or saw. And she was grateful for it, she could never repay them for that sacrifice. “I picked a lovely one floor layout, is different from before, more modern and updated I really want the place to sale. Letting that old thing go might be the last thing tying us to our past, don’t you think?” 

Sierra was quick for her tongue to lash out, although, her emotions upon the scenario were sensitive and she wanted her opinion to be known. But, she was quite protective over Rosie, even though she didn’t win the sister of the year award - she cared, one way or another. It wasn’t shown easily unless people knew how Sierra worked. “You should know, I’m tough as snails. That was nothing.” Interjecting with a lazy shrug of her shoulders, a hinge of calmness settling upon her tone before waving her hand toward how Rosie’s response was nothing of effective to her. Arms cross over her chest, listening to her younger sister’s explanation before huffing out a deep breath of air before shrugging, knowing she wanted nothing more but their childhood home to vanish and become someone else’s issue. Although, the lot on it’s own, simply deserves to be burned down and Sierra stands with that offer. “Fine,” she eventually spoke up, straight to the brim of for agreeing before nodding. Every part of Sierra loves Rosie’s effort of looking on the bright side, wishing there would’ve been ounce of optimism in Sierra but not after everything awful happened in this horrendous life. Forcefully pushing herself from the seat, wandering toward the blue-prints and visuals of her sister’s choice of design. “Make the kitchen bigger. The natural light from that portion of the house shouldn’t be wasted, otherwise, it would be a downside. No one wants a house with artificial lights from the waking moment of the morning in the kitchen.” Inserting her opinion, figuring she could give enough input on the matter compared to her lack of care for the house. “Yeah, you’re right. Time to let go of our past,” mumbled Sierra, clearing her throat and forcing a tight lip smile toward Rosie now. Even lifting a hand, resting it upon the younger’s shoulder, “You’ll do good on this.” Figuring, this could be the most sincere thing Sierra has told anyone in quite some time.

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─ SOPHIA VANDERBILT ;

         “You do?” Sophia hadn’t expected the other to be content with the answer she provided. It wasn’t really what she had asked for after all. But it put a smile on her lips, and she carefully took a sip of her hot coffee, glancing at the other over the rim of her coffee cup. “No, it was my own fault, it’s fine.” Of course, it wasn’t. Sophia still regretted that she dropped out of college. She hated the missed opportunities. As much as she loved baking, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would have liked her dream job more. But there was no use in wondering now, as it was too late. There was no going back. She’d dropped out and that was it. “You did what? Seriously?” Now this was much more special than her own story. And Sophia didn’t think she’d ever dare do something like that. “That sounds like quite the story to tell. You only tried though? You didn’t actually meet him? That would only make it even better.”

       “Sure, it takes guts to admit you weren’t a perfect scholar always.” Sierra nonchalantly informed the brunette, a simple lazy shrug of the shoulders indicated as through her tone as well. Pulling the coffee cup to her lips, an arched, neatly tamed brow shot up toward the later words, “I won’t beg for why but again, can’t imagine.” Although, she managed to attempt to slip sympathy throughout her response, something she wasn’t straightforward with either. But, she tried as features softened over her expression and nodding off toward the other. When it came around to her side, even Sierra perked up in her seat from the downfall of a brief moment before laughter exploded, “Hell yes, I did. I live for partying and challenges are my forté. I thought my name alone would allow me to meet him.” With that, dark hues tugged at the reliving thought of her encounter with Drake. One where Sierra was intoxicated but when wasn’t she? Beside now, even that was an itch but she didn’t have her flask with her. Dumbass move. “Only tried because I ended up getting tased. Nothing like an adventure on it’s own. At least, I can mark it off my wishlist list and if you don’t believe me, there’s a YouTube video out there. My friend recorded it.”

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─  OLIVIA ROMERO ;

          Olivia also thought that this town was a little stuck up. Sure, she understood that it was crazy that a girl here had died, and maybe she was just not sensitive enough to the topic because she didn’t know the girl, or the town, when she first moved here. But why did everyone run around looking as if the world was about to end? She would never understand that. “You’re right about that,” she agreed with a roll of her eyes. “Well, fine – so I had the music blasting, feeling super awesome about myself with my sunglasses and hair flying in the wind, and then…. I wanted to start the next track, started reading a text, and crashed right against a tree. I was stupid.” Shaking her head, still wondering what she was thinking back when this happened. But it had happened, and she’d make sure that it would never ever happen again. It had been too shocking, and way too embarrassing as well. “I just turned twenty-one. Wanted to celebrate that in Vegas, you know.”

         With reputation of no other, Sierra knew her opinion upon the death of Alexis was one rather vocalized compared to other’s around town. Truthfully, this shit happened on the daily in larger cities but what can you expect for Westbrook. The sleepy town, nothing show-stopping happening in this town till Alexis’ Hawthorne was the one to shake it up. For not knowing her, Sierra was one worth dragging her name through the ground for her own delight. “Cheers to me, about time someone isn’t stuck up and hiding behind their own shadow because of what’s going on,” relived through a confession, even a smile lingering upon her mouth corners now. Attention turned toward the individual beside her, Sierra held onto her cup near her, attentively focusing upon the story now. “Oh wow,” she breathed out, shaking her head. “You pulled a Paul Walker without doing the Paul Walker endgame.” Now, it wasn’t too soon to say that. Not like anyone physically knew him on a personal level. Although, it was a ballsy thing and could’ve shaken anyone up - even when you’re out there trying to have fun. “Doing it in style. That’s one for the books but hopefully, as little as I care about the rules, you learned from yours.”