#atticusdrop2

[auroraecho-blog]

“Peculiar, isn’t it?” Aurora’s voice cut through the air in a soft breeze, words drawn out slowly as if she were piecing together a mystery one clue at a time. Doll-like eyes stared out the window she was perched near, fingers pressed against the glass even as she slid her gaze to the person closest to her. “Trapped students. Murderer amongst us. Chaos and distractions everywhere.” Aurora let out a dreamy sigh before a slow smile tugged at the corners of her pink lips. “How long before all the little mice begin to realize that a lockdown might not be the best idea?”

[saskvas-blog]

“Look, all I’m saying is it’d be way easier to figure out who did it if we stopped wasting our time interrogating people who obviously don’t have shit to do with the murder.” The female motioned to herself. “I weigh like, a buck fifteen. In what world could I pull that kind of shit off? I haven’t got the drive, man. All I wanna do is smoke a fucking joint but there are so many people around.”

[ronanexe]

@bradleymilligan

“I’ve gone as Santa for Halloween for the past seven years. Why start mixing it up now?” Ronan questioned, lazily licking a bit of chocolate off of his index finger. He knew he was acting awfully cavalier when the university was on lock down, investigating the hundreds of murder confessions they’d just received, but Ronan couldn’t bring himself to care. The only thing he felt was irritation, and even that had been mostly sated when Bradley had suggested they bust into the kitchen from their spot in the cafeteria and find something to eat. The lock down was getting him out of his English literature class, so he was even moving into the grateful category. The assumed murderer that had messaged the entire student body was saving him from his least favorite class of the semester. Of course, Ronan was one of the few to not heed the warning and turn himself in for a murder he didn’t commit, so perhaps he should be worrying that he just painted a target on his own back... but, again, he couldn’t bring himself too. He wasn’t afraid of them, and he certainly wasn’t going to let another anonymous face control his actions the way the zine had when they told him to strip, or face having the skeletons in his closet put on blast. “What else would I even go as? --And don’t say Shrek.” Ronan pointed a half eaten cookie at the brunette in warning. 

The sound of doors slamming jerked his gaze away from his companion and over to the, now closed off, kitchen entrance. The first thing his eyes registered was a nose. A crooked, lumpy, recently broken nose. Humorously enough, if it weren’t for the disastrous appendage, Ronan wouldn’t have been able to recognize this frat boy as the one that shoved Bradley a few weeks ago. They all still looked exactly the same to him. All carbon copies. All Todds. The sight of this Todd immediately put the bruised boy on edge, though. There was something about the way he was holding himself that stiffened his spine. The fact that his gaze had landed on the duo like he’d been looking for them didn’t ease the sudden tension he was feeling either. “Did I ram the cartilage into your brain or something? Why did you shut the doors?” Ronan set the box of cookies he’d been enjoying to the side and hopped off the counter. 

[kaydenstone-blog]

“It’s impossible t’get anything done with all these people panicking that they murdered someone.” Kayden huffed under his breath, closing his text book. The boy had a handful of pop quizzes coming up soon, and the freshman liked being anything but under prepared. He’d no doubt that he could do well, but with not being able to make it back to his apartment -- Kayden was left with limited options but to rough it out.

[levi-teller-blog]

Levi had been shaken when he heard the screams and the voice message had done nothing to help. Suddenly being trapped in a gymnasium with students who were all full of anxiety and fear and anger only made the situation entirely worse. Levi had stayed close to the gym doors in the beginning with hopes that he’d hear something about what was going on, but that proved useless. So Levi settled for finding a place to hunker down. He was worried about his friends, but he didn’t have his phone and no way to contact them. Levi knew if he went running around like crazy he’d run himself ragged and spike his anxiety. In an effort to make himself feel better, he found a spot in the cafeteria and sat on one of the tables, head in his hands.

[jxssalynx]

The last thing Jessalyn wanted was the be stuck in a gymnasium full of annoying midgets who smelled of horrid BO and didn’t know anything about how to dress themselves. There was a ticking clock in her head, the one that counted down the time until Jessie threw a fit and someone had the potential of getting hurt. If someone ended up with a heel thrown at their head, it wouldn’t be her fault. She had found herself a spot on the bleachers in the pool room, eyes flickering between her nails and the clear water. “Fucking want my phone. This is ridiculous.”