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[serpentinefogarty-blog]

Fangs shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking a stray rock as he continued his walk through the trail near Sweetwater River, using the spare time he had to clear his head. When he heard a twig break, his head snapped up and he immediately went into fight or flight mode. He had been like that since he was younger. “Oh⎯ you're not a murderer. Good.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking the person up and down for a moment. 

[crystcllineyes-blog]

With a huff, Joaquin tossed his light bag onto one of the picnic tables that dotted the area between the school and the football field. He pushed a calloused hand through his hair as he practically threw himself onto the bench of the table, inhaling the fresh air deeply, his eyes falling shut with the force of it. He had really underestimated just how hard it would be to attend Riverdale High, not even considering the fact that they would have a whole memorial for Jason Blossom. He couldn't stand seeing the pictures of him dotting the halls, and so he was skipping class, trying to calm himself down. He shifted in the wooden seat, smiling ever so slightly when he felt the press of cardboard against his flesh. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a box of cigarettes, and soon there was one balancing between his lips. Too busy patting his pockets in search of his lighter, he didn't even realize that he was no longer alone, not until their feet came into view, making him startle and look up quickly with a slightly sheepish smile. " You wouldn't have a lighter I could bum, would you ? "

[chvrry-bmb]

℃ — Cheryl made her way through the hallways of Riverdale High, her posture straight and her features cold. Since the death of Jason, things had definitely been different. She was still hurting, but no one actually cared about her enough to make sure she was okay. Because people avoided her. Though she had always been rather lonely. Especially since Jason was the  ❛ Golden Child ❜ but she still cared for him and didn’t wish anything like this upon him. 

Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she moved to make her way towards her locker - which was decorated so it was seen easily - and noticed someone in front of her locker, which annoyed her because she needed to get her books. ❝ Move it, pleb. I need to get to my locker. ❞

[chaotic-blcnde]

♕  —  Letting her long hair down from the ponytail as she made her way out of her dance class, Marsha made her way down the sidewalk, debating whether she should head home (which she didn’t really want to) or if she should head to Pop’s for a few hours and get started on the assignments she had already been given. It was rather annoying. 

Moving her bag slightly so she could easily unzip it and dig through it for her phone, she obviously wasn’t looking where she was going, which caused her to crash into a body and for her phone to fall to the ground. Letting out a small groan, Marsha looked at the person, though she wasn’t entirely annoyed.  ❝ I’m so glad my phone has a protective case on it. ❞

[whisperedsmcke]

ℙ — Standing behind the bleachers at the football field, Piper held a cigarette between her fingers as she leaned against the metal pole. She didn’t really care if anyone saw, since the worst that would happen is they’d ask her to leave for the day or she’d be suspended. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. And it probably won’t be the last time.

Her head didn’t move when she saw another pair of shoes near her. She just brought the cigarette to her lips, finishing it off before flicking it to the ground and stepping on it to put it out. ❝ Can I help you? ❞ She asked, raising a brow as she finally looked up.  

[chvrry-bmb]

℃ — Standing in the gymnasium at Riverdale High, Cheryl adjusted the skirt of her Vixen uniform, having just finished the auditions to join the infamous cheer team that she was the captain of. It was hard work - making sure everything was in order and perfect, but the Blossom girl liked hard work. It prepared you for college and life outside of high school, though her trust fund clearly showed she was set for life after high school. 

Turning around, she saw someone also standing in the gym, which startled her slightly. ❝ God- you’re like Ruth Gordon standing there with a tannis root. Make a noise or something. ❞ She crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at the person. ❝ Anyway- I assume you’re not here for auditions. They’re over. So. What do you want? ❞