#mthopeevent

[ivyxmorgan]

Ivy made herself come to this thing, but her heart wasn’t in it. All she could think about was how close she had been to being one of the people being mourned, and then she saw the picture of Reid. She didn’t need to see it to remember his face, it haunted her ever since that night. She turned away and stormed off, accidentally bumping into someone. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I don’t know why I came.”

[lucasdiguard-blog]

“It’s getting chilly here in Hamilton folks. A high of two throughout the day with an expected low of fifteen. If you are planning on going to the memorial at the town hall today remember to bu-” Luke reached over flipping off the radio with a sigh he had spent the early morning driving Parker to see his mother in St. Cathrines and was already spent. Now he had to go to this memorial. He thought about skipping it and going to check on Maya- but he realized that she’d probably want some time alone with Jack. 

His body tensed as his ‘67 Bronco turned silently into the lot of the city hall. Pulling into a spot and turning the ignition off. Lucas was never good at these kinds of things. The thoughts of mortality made him uncomfortable. Then there was the added fact that most of the people where faces he knew. Some were regulars at his store, some he barely knew. Young. Old. He felt like bile was about to escape his throat as he looked at the building. Pull it together man. He ran a shaky hand through his hair before exiting his truck and entering the building.

He approached the first face he was comfortable with, hands in pocket. One holding his keys to keep them from jangling around as he walked. “Hey. You doing okay?”

[thegavinreed-blog]

Gavin had been at Tim Horton's working on some school work.  He began to notice people all heading in the same directions. He wondered what was up, the whole town seemed to be dressed in church clothes and he was curious to know where everyone was going. He turned to a person at the cafe “Where is everyone heading to?” he asked.

[darienxgrace]

Darien didn’t know the woman that had been murdered by Hades, but she was furious about it. She attended the funeral, of course, the whole town did- but something was different about the aura Darien carried. Blonde flaxen locks were wound in loose yet styled curls, her face done up and her petite frame encased in a tight black dress- one with respectfully long sleeves, a suiting cut and a hem just above her knees. Her black heels were tight on her feet and held in her hands was a clutch. After studying the pictures of the woman, hearing the pathetic cries of mourning and all that other shit- Darien had had enough. “When the fuck is this going to stop?” She voiced, gaining a lot of attention from the crowds of townspeople, throwing her arms out. “When the fuck is someone going to stop this? How many people need to fucking die before we start doing something!” Darien had never been one to pay mind to the killer, but the fact another person had successfully been swept under his rug terrified her. Darien didn’t do fear, but she did anger- so this was her only way of being able to cope. “I’m sick and tired of this bullshit town and this bullshit serial killer.” 

[sarcasticlittleshit-noah-blog]

“She died because she asked too many question?” Noah asked looked at the photo of Tracey. “Damn..” He said looking at her sadly. In all reality Noah asked a lot of question about Hades himself, he felt like he had every right to after he or she kidnapped his cousin. “That could have been me..” He spoke under his breath. 

[pleasejustcallmekassia]

“Rest in peace Mrs. Bowman. You always believed in me.” She said quietly to the picture laying on the table of Lacey Bowman laughing and hugging her husband. She had been Kassia’s teacher in high-school and pushed the girl to do the best that she could even though Kassia herself didn’t believe that she could do it. 

[kolton-andonov]

You look like you need a drink my friend. Here. 

[mcknzndrws-blog]

“help! somebody help me!”