#fiestymare

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[cherryburbage]

3 thing for your roommates

Millie: I'm worried about you. I realize that this is probably an obvious confession, but I am. You're one of the strongest people I know and I feel as if you've hit your bottom, something I didn't think possible. I'm still hoping you'll pick yourself up, maybe not today or tomorrow or even soon, for that matter, but that you'll do it. I need you to though, I need you to be okay.

Jessie: There are many things that I like about you, but I wish I had your determination. You manage to always keep going, no matter how tired or frustrated you are. I wish I was like that.

Mary: I've always admired and have been slightly envious with how you are around people, how charismatic, how charming. People easily like you and they have no reason not to.

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[askjessiewilder]

What is your relationship with your other roommates like?

I'm closest to Millie. Millie's the one I find being most protective of, even though I know she's perfectly capable of handling herself.

Mary is the one I go to for fashion or makeup advice, because she's brilliant at that. She's also good to gossip with, if I feel like I'm in the mood for that. 

Cherry is always good for a chat. She's the one I find that I study most with too, we're good at helping each other understand things and work through the problems. 

[cherryburbage]

Who are you close to?

OOC: Well, I'm still trying to figure out Cherry's character, so for now, this is still slightly muddled. I need to make sure everyone else is okay with this before making it canon.

I would like for Charity to be close to her roommates in the way that I am close to their writers ooc. In my head and once I've got a proper hold on Charity's character, I want her personality to resemble mine, so the way she would act with Mary, Jessie, and Millie is how I interact with Rach, Hannah, and Chloe. She cares about them and has different relationships with the three of them.

In my head, Millie is Charity's rock. Cherry's not the kind of person to open up to a lot of people and generally dwells on matters by herself. Millie forces her to open up because the other option is unhealthy and Cherry appreciates this about Millie. She trusts the other girl with her secrets, not wanting that information to spread further than it needs to.

Mary, the resident fashionista of the dorm, is whom Charity divulges all of her more feminine interests (for lack of a better term) with. So Mary is the person she'll gossip to, go shopping with, ask for opinions on hair/clothes/makeup, etc. Charity doesn't necessarily do these things as often as Mary does, but when she does them, she'll do them with Mary.

Jessie is like Charity's younger sister and she's very protective of the other blonde, though she knows Jessie is quite capable of handling things on her own.

Again, this is just how I see their dynamics. Hannah, Rach, and Chloe are welcome to add their own input or change anything, etc.

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Wake Up

Not him.

Wasn't he?

"Shit." He muttered as stared ahead, a furious pound radiating through his chest and down all the way to his toes. His eyes watered behind the lenses of his glasses, and he realized he was forgetting to blink. Quickly, he let his eyes close, and held them that way for a while. Glued down as the pressure of the moment thrust his will away, the hopes that maybe he'd open his eyes and see a different something.

Or maybe he wasn't so surprised to see what he was seeing after all. 

But no, when he opened his eyes again, the mirror was still there. His reflection continued to glare back at him, his own fear and contortion ricocheting against the cool glass surface and flying back towards him. 

But this was familiar. The fog rising up around his consciousness, the acidic guilt coursing through his veins. That one dream, months dimmed. That nightmare. But that was only that, a dream. This was too. This was just a dark, sadistic, maybe even cynical fraction of his mind.

He could expel the darkness. This was his dream. He was in control. 

"Are you, Cascade?" Marc realized his eyes had fallen shut again, and he whipped them open, blinking around on the white on white, nondescript room. It was only him and a door, him and a mirror. No one else.

And the voice... the voice was his own. 

He glanced back slowly at his reflection, and it sneered at him, no longer a reflection of his physical stature, but of something inside. Something deep and festering, something suppressed.

Standing in the unshadowed room was Marc.

Standing in the filtered mirror was Marcus Julius Anthony Cascade.

"Are you in control?" The voice picked up, the vile tone of him cutting through. Bitter. "Because I know you, Marc, I am you. I'm who you should have been."

"Should have been?" 

"Should have, would have, does it matter? If you hadn't met her, you would have made a few different choices. But no." His eyebrows furrowed behind the glass, the sharp fury coloring his expression. 

Marc stood his ground, balling his shuddering fists. His voice rang out with a bit more courage than before, but still the picture before him subdued the tone. "Isn't it better this way? Better that I made a better choice?"

"Choice? It wasn't your choice. And no, it isn't. Because I'm still there, Marc, I'm still in you." The threat of the disheveled, older him lingered for a moment before he elaborated, but the chill was enough for Marc to understand. "You won't get rid of me until you prove what you're capable of. You're capable of me. And until you get rid of that, I'll be waiting. And once you do get rid of me... then you'll just disappoint them all, won't you?"

Marc took a moment, breaking away from the mirror. Was he right? He'd seen that side of him when he'd gotten that letter back months ago, and almost left school. Almost snapped. But she'd been there, and she'd helped him. What if that wasn't enough the next time around? "Not better." He assented, shaking his head. "Not better at all."

The two sides stared off, Marc the defiant and Marcus the defied. Pressured and suppressed. Equally as disappointing when the core was revealed. Suddenly, he felt hollow. In the moment the dry ache began, the reflection relaxed. His point was across. In a moment, the darkness fled into the light of the room and Marc gasped awake, the last command of his counterpart still echoing through his mind.

"Wake up."