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[castorian2k13]

ACTIVITY CHECK

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Kenna Massey

Ana Ivanov

[simon-clarke]

Location: The rooftop of the Markins' house

Date: August 20, 2013

Company: Ellis

Event: A sunset

There was nothing special about the rooftop. It was just simply that: a roof. However, the stories told and secrets shared on that rooftop made it Simon's favorite place in the world. He would look forward to the nights that she would crawl in through his window late at night and drag him into the roof to talk and smoke for a couple of hours. They would always be exhausted the next day, but it was worth it. This picture was taken during a rare event when Ellis came home before the sun set.

[morgan--spears]

Location: Northwood Dairy Queen Date: July 2013 Company: Matt Oberlin Event: Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days of Summer

It was a rare day of summer that Morgan and Matt didn't spend together. Whether holed up in his basement playing violent video games his mother would've surely disapproved of had she known, hanging around the fight club, sneaking out after midnight and breaking into the abandoned amusement park a few towns over, watching a midnight screening of a movie they both thought of as incredibly stupid and pelting popcorn at the screen, or something else entirely, it was near impossible to see one without the other. And this late July day was no exception to that rule. The two had woken uncharacteristically early, just before sunrise, and had lain there, her sprawled across his couch and him curled up into a ball on the floor. He noticed her breathing quicken and she noticed his, close enough to each other that they picked up on such minute details, but neither spoke up. They lay there for quite some time, listening to the chirping of the birds and each silently debating whether to get up or not, and finally boredom won out, and getting up and dressing  -far past the point of body consciousness in 83 degree weather- the two debated what to do. She was all for rolling back over and going to sleep but he refused to let her sleep away her summer-which was the reason she loved him. But of course the girl was too stubborn to agree. But eventually, after much arguing and at four in the morning, Matt and Morgan went for ice cream. And it was days like that that Morgan loved the best: lazy summer mornings spent with her closest friend, no drama, no gossip, nothing. Just laughing as she wiped ice cream off his cheek and screaming profanities as he dumped his cone on her head.

[thesoundandtheweaver-blog]

Faulkner & ___ | Library

Faulkner hasn't set a foot in this place in a long time, almost a year actually. Going back to the library was a a little ritual he had on the anniversary of the day he got separated from his dad. Today wasn't the day though, but he needed to find this book he had to read and it was nowhere to be found, the library was his last hope. He had debated whether he should go or just find another way to get the book. Going there was too painful and he was ready to handle that pain sober only once a year, that's why he had decided to get really high before, hoping it would numb the pain. It was almost working, but he couldn't help but notice every changes that has been made over the years, and when he walked past the children's section where he had spent so many hours reading, he felt his heart tightening up. He shacked his head, trying to get rid of the unpleasant feeling and walked through the alley where he was supposed to find the book he was looking for. That's when he saw a familiar face. It wasn't that he disliked people, he was actually pretty comfortable around them, but he didn't felt, right now, like dealing with someone. The place was filled with too many emotions and memories for him to act like his usual self. He wouldn't want people to know that he is vulnerable. That's why he tried to hide and took another road to reach the exit unoticed. Unfortunately, as he was turning, sure that he had flew away sucessfully, he ended up in front of the person he was avoiding. He looked around him, looking for an escape, but there wasn't any, and the only thing he could do was pull himself together and smile. "Well, hello there"

[januaryfitch]

The harsh chill of Northwood's merciless winter air jabbed at the pale skin that January had left exposed when getting dressed that morning, though she barely flinched. Instead of focussing on the threat of potential pneumonia, the blonde scraped a few curls that had become dislodged from the rest and proceeded down the desolate street. A lack of joy and merriment in the town was still rather prominent, even months after the disappearance of she-who-shall-not-be-named, and although January wished to pay at least a little respect to someone who apparently ceased to exist, she wanted fun too. She wanted to continue living her life as she always had, as selfish as that may have seemed. Before she could dwindle on the great loss of her dangerously toxic social life, her mind trailed back to the reason that she was roaming the streets at this hour - and on her own, at that. Where her argumentativeness wasn't appreciated at school--hence the reason she spent so little time in class and so much time in detention--it certainly was not taken lightly at home. Perhaps she did it on purpose to receive a reaction from the parents who appeared to not give a rats ass about anything but her perfect little sister, or maybe she truly couldn't hold her tongue down and stay quiet when she saw an opportunity for a debate. No one knew and she wasn't going to be the one to hand out simple, easy answers. Following the outbreak, January had been forced from the house as some kind of strategy to reprimand her and she was demanded to cool down and "think about what she had done" before returning. Kicking at a loose piece of cobble as she slumped down the walkway, she came to an abrupt halt as she collided with something...or someone. Backing up a step or two from the figure to gain a better understanding as to who it was, January mumbled some kind of pathetic apology before taking a deep breath to grab some composure. "I don't think it's safe to be walkin' around here at this time of the night - who knows what psychos are looming?"

[morgan--spears]

Wordy Wednesday || 01. Pushing Boundaries

One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she’s ten feet tall

She remembered how it had all began. It was a Tuesday, of all days, and a sunny one at that. Nothing interesting ever happened on Tuesdays, at least not in the books she occasionally occupied her time with, and suggesting a fictional character go on an adventure on a day without rain was almost heresy. She wasn't doing anything other than her usual afternoon ritual of hanging around her dad's boxing club, watching the fights absentmindedly and talking to the boxers who weren't currently in the ring about anything and everything  from tea parties to murder trials. If she, by some miracle, was clairvoyant, she certainly would've have picked November 10th, 2009 as the precise date when her life started to crumble, but as it was she wasn't,  and the moment continued to shock her to this day.

"Mory," One of the loudest, a large, beefy man by the alias of Meatcleaver had asked her after a long day of practicing in the ring. "Be a dear and go get us the good stuff, will ya?" And of course, like the dutiful girl she once was, she knew immediately what he meant. He feet lead her to the familiar cabinet, and slightly trembling hands reached for the familiar orange pill bottles. She read the label absentmindedly, noting that this time the prescription read "Morphine" as opposed to last week's which she couldn't even pronounce. Clutching the small object like a lifeline, she crossed the room and placed the small bottle on the table nearest to the men, whose groans of dull pain immediately died in their throats upon seeing the object. They attacked it eagerly, shoving pills in their mouths and swallowing, and ritual completed, Morgan turned to leave. At least, until one called after her, something that had never happened before.

"Hey, Morg, why don't you try some?" 

She turned to face him, stiffening slightly at the nickname which she'd never particularly liked. The girl crossed her arms over her chest anxiously, watching as the remaining men watched the one who'd called out with a mixture of irritation and approval. She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really now? And give me one good reason I'd do that," She managed, thinking she'd trapped him. But she hadn't, and he only laughed at her reluctance.

"Takes the edge off." He goaded pleadingly. " C'mon, Mory, don't you have enough stress as is?" He added after a moment's pause, meeting the girl's eyes. His were already glazed over and distant, which sent a shiver down her spine. Not exactly a shiver of fear, either a shiver of-

anticipation.

Wordlessly, she made her way back to the table, and snatched the drug from his outstretched hands, but not ingesting just yet. "And my dad, yeah?" She asked, seeking an outlet, any outlet, to save herself from the allure of the medication. This wasn't a good question to ask, because the table erupted in laughter. She didn't understand, at first, but reality hit hard. Her father, the man she'd idolized all of her pre-adolescent life, was a substance abuser. And she'd been blind to notice.

Rage filled her, and she popped the small white pill into her mouth. It rested on her tongue  for a few seconds, and unintentionally her heart skipped a few beats. They were staring at her, all of them were, and her entire body trembled under the harsh feeling of her eyes, regretting her rash decision. Words flashed through her mind; harsh, dark words by the likes of addiction and rehab and o.d, finally being replaced by a much more abstract and threatening feeling: a deep, unshakable fear of the lack of control

But they all still stared, a few clearing their throats, the laughing jeers dying down as they began to feel steadily more uncomfortable with her uncertainty, and the fears evaporated. What was she afraid of? It was just a pill. Something the size of a dime, resting in her mouth, couldn't have that serious of an impact...could it? And besides, it wasn't like she'd become addicted to the substance. Addicts were people she'd seen in movies, strange old men with haunted looks in their eyes and pockets full of dust, not thirteen-year-old girls who sang in the choir and whose pottery was in an art show just two months previous. She had nothing to fear....right?

She must've hesitated too long, for the group exchanged glances. "You...you don't have to do this, Mory." One spoke up after a hesitant pause. Morgan recognized him as one of the few who'd played dolls with her when she was small and occasionally long after she had supposedly given them up. If anything, this fueled her desire to show them. Show them up, prove to them all that she wasn't Little Mory-Irene, Bonecrusher's baby girl and princess of the boxing club. She was Morgan, nearly fourteen years old, black belt in Aikido and resident raiser of hell. And she was tired of being coddled, being overly nurtured, overly-protected. She got so much damn protection she could scream.

"Don't be stupid," She chided, the words coming out much more sharply than she'd intended, words slightly slurred by the pill still resting in her mouth. Saying a quick Hail Mary and not failing to notice the irony, the girl took a deep breath.

And she swallowed.

[morgan--spears]

Location: Edgewater Amusement Park Date: July 2013 Company: Matt Oberlin Event: Breaking and Entering 

M.O: Whose idea was it to come here, again?

M.S: Probably mine. You couldn't think of coming here if you tried.

M.O: Thought so. This place's weird as fuck, Mory. It fits you.

M.S: Well fuck you too, Matty. 

M.O: Don't be a smartass. You know I'm kidding. It's..kind of nice.

M.S: It kind of has a weird beauty, yeah? The way it's all broken and dying. Kind of reminds me of people around here. 

M.O:You ever think about leaving this place behind? Running away and cutting all the bullshit?

M.S.: Piss off. We wouldn't make it five miles.

[tiptoejenna]

Location: Oat and wheat fields Date: Summer 2013 Company: Alone Event: Feeling Freedom

Nothing could ever compare to what Jenna felt like on that early evening. With the calm and subtle wind brushing softly through her hair; the sun planting kisses all along her stark white skin. The first time she had really felt it since being a tiny girl, freedom at its purest. All happening because of the simple decision of leaving her schoolwork on her bed and pushing the worries of learning the next dance move to the back of her head. It seems kind of silly and doesn't look or sound like a time that would be worthy of recognition in anyone's mind, but in fact; it is one of her memories that stands out the most. The moment was beautiful, running around with her arms in the air just feeling life at its best. All because she just stopped working so hard, even if it was just for a half hour. She went against her own need to get things done for one of the first times in her life and honestly, Jenna would kill to feel like that again.