#rwparade

[liaroneill]

After his meet up with Nina on the beach, Tyler knew he needed to speed this whole process up. In the beginning he planned to drag it out, slow and painful. But now, he was the one in pain. How could Brooke have gotten married to that insubordinate fuckboy? Only a month ago she was cheating on him. She made promises to visit the Southside and start a deeper relationship with Tyler and then one day she decided to ghost and everyone thought he was the bad guy for needing closure. In his mind, he never done anything to Brooke. She bailed him out of jail after the fight, she climbed into his car, and she went down on him. The only thing Tyler kept beating himself up over was that damn video he took on the beach. Maybe if she didn’t find out about it, she would have come back in time. Her flower was certainly lonely without his snake in it.

Anonymous text to Brooke: @ LAKE LANE. WAREHOUSE: WHERE THEY KEEP THE PARADE SUPPLIES.

Anonymous text to Brooke: BRING COPS AND DADDY GETS GUTTED LIKE A FISH

Tyler parked his Porsche 918 Spyder behind the old building. He left Daddy in the trunk with a rose drawn across his forehead to symbolize where this all started. He didn’t think he was a psycho for wanting answers. The heart is the most vulnerable organ in ones’ body and Brooke toyed with his. It wasn’t a one nightstand. People don’t typically get their one nightstand tattooed on their inner thigh. It was a night neither of them would ever forget. And if he could go back, he would do it all the same, and more. She would too, she just didn’t want to admit it. Jake wasn’t her soulmate or her forever… you don’t cheat on a forever. When you seriously know someone is your forever, you want to hold onto them, not ruin them. He basically taught her how to fuck and if Jake knew that, he’d never fuck her again because every single way she satisfies him was first practiced on Tyler’s mouth and cock.

The warehouse was creepy. The decorations dated back 100-years and was mixed in with some Christmas and Halloween shit, too. Tyler took his time dressing in his Ghostface attire: a long black poncho, boots, and that creepy mangled ghost mask. In one hand he held a knife, in the other was a gift enclosed into a leather clad fist.

When Brooke slowly pushed the creaky door open with Jake in tow, Tyler smirked from behind the mask and weaved in and out of Halloween decorations: including clowns in which he knew Brooke loathed. But probably not as much as she loathed herself. The deeper they entered into this darkness, the giddier Tyler got until finally the door slammed shut behind them and was locked. When the blonde and her meathead boyfriend whipped around, Ghostface raised his blade. Glinting in the light filtering in through the old walls, he slowly moved closer. Jake being the hero-type slid Brooke behind his back, guarding her from an attack. “Where’s Quinn?!” Jake hollered; panic clear as crystal in his voice and stance.

Black satin lace was tossed in front of Jake’s feet: the gift. He could see Brooke’s mind registering what her heart already knew. Slowly, he lifted the mask and licked the insides of his teeth. “Agent Provocateur. You told me I owed you a pair. Remember? After I soaked 'em. You carried on the rest of the night without any... Not that you needed them, since you were so eager to get them off.” The muscle’s in Jake’s body tightened, feeling hot with rage but knowing the reason they were there. It was to get Quinn back. Killing Tyler wouldn’t get help. “You’re a fucking asshole, Tyler. Seriously.” Did Tyler care what Jake thought? No. If he did, he wouldn’t have came inside his girlfriend, twice. “This is how the game is going to go. We talk. Hatch this out for real. Then I hand the mayor over. If you need reassurance…” Tyler raised his phone and texted Brooke under the Anonymous alias: a picture of Quinn tied to a chair in the serpents’ basement. “So does everyone know what’s at stake here? Good. Let’s carry on. Brooke, would you like to have center stage? Let’s hear what lies you fed to him to get him to marry you.”

[noel-khn]

Thanksgiving marked the time of year when the town would have it’s Thanksgiving day parade and it was also that time of year when Noel’s parents would be around. Wanting to throw yet another rager but not being able to use the cabin, Noel was pleasantly surprised by how well his ingenious idea of having the party on the beach instead was turning out. He didn’t know how well the idea would be greeted, having a party on a beach in November, but with the promise of a fire going to keep everyone warm and by prematurely dubbing it as ‘the party of the year’ a crowd bigger than he was expecting came all the way down for another epic Kahn party.

Having made his way round and greeted most of the guests, Noel had already had a couple of drinks down him and was back at his favorite place of the keg in the process of pouring himself another one as another guest came up to join him. “Can I get you a drink?” He asked, a friendly smile appearing on his face.

[xmoron]

OPEN STARTER

As fun as his little getaway from Riverwood was, it was time to get back in the game. Especially if Will wanted out of this town for good. He was helping set up one of the floats for the parade (his punishment for missing three consecutive practices), when he caught the eye of someone he knew, making their way towards him. “Before you say it, I’m aware I don’t have a future in carpentry.” 

[jakefitzgxrald]

Jake had no interest coming back to Riverwood. He was happy in Lakesdale with Brooke, where the two shared a week together and then got married. He wished he could have stayed in that blissful bubble forever but unfortunately there was some unfinished business here. Quinn hadn’t reached out to Jake or Brooke but his suggested captor did. After a few threatening text messages, they knew they had to head home and see this thing through. If it was Tyler, Jake was going to kill him. Maybe not literally, but he was going to beat the living shit out of him and put him in the hospital or back in jail where he belonged. There was no seeing good in him and he just hoped Brooke wouldn’t stop him if it came down to another fist fight. The things Tyler did, the ways he taunted him – it couldn’t be overlooked. Tyler was still in town, tormenting Veronica and her friends while looking for them. With all this in mind, Jake stood outside of changing room at the school waiting for Brooke to finish getting ready for the pageant. She was a shoo-in for Lady of the Lake and the the winner was going to ride the main float during the parade. Brooke had promised Quinn she would go through with it and this was her way of keeping her word, even if Josie was trying to sabotage the whole thing. When Josie left the dressing room, she accused Jake of spying on the other girls getting changed which put him in an altercation with principal blossom. “Yo, nobody was spyin on any girls, Mrs. B. I’m waiting for Brooke. This b' is lying!”

[tantriclimits-a]

OPEN STARTER

Given all that she’s recently been through with this town and the people who inhabit it, even Brooke was surprised to find that she came back. At the same time, it was the text she received from the killer that lured her here. She came to not only show her support for her dad but to hopefully save his life and protect him from being the next victim. With all this mind, Brooke was preparing to reclaim her seat on the main float when out walked the last remaining pageant contestant aside from herself, who needed to change into costume. Jake had been waiting for her outside, guarding the door, while Brooke touched up her make up and heard someone knock over a can of hairspray behind her. It rolled off one of the vanity stations and was later, stopped by the intruder’s foot. Brooke’s heart was racing by the time she sprung up out of her chair and grabbed a pair of scissors off the desk to protect herself. It was the only thing within her reach, at the time. “Oh my god!” Brooke breathed as she laid her free hand above her sternum to steady her heartbeat, “What the hell are you doing in here?” In spite of the question, she hadn’t yet lowered the scissors.

[thebicurioushalf]

INVESTIGATION #7314

PROFILE:   Before we begin questioning, will you please state the following:

Name: Audrey Jensen

Age: 16

Height: 5′3″

Weight: 108 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Black

MOTIVE:   Now, let’s begin.

Did you know the victim?      Not personally, no. He was just some asshole who decided it’d be a good idea to pick on the different kids in the bunch.

What was your relationship with the victim?      Not enemies, but definitely not friends. I didn’t like him. We never hung out; he was in his own world and we weren’t nearly close enough to be seen together.

How would you describe the victim?      Off. Strange, temperamental. I played... a game, with him at a party once and it was like he had no choice but to win. He had a lot of issues. 

When was the last time you saw the victim prior to his death?      Can’t remember. So, no comment.

Can you describe the victim’s behavior leading up to his death?      No, I can’t. We weren’t exactly close, I told you that. I wasn’t around him. 

ALIBI:   Just a few more questions.

Where were you the night of the parade?      At the beach. With half of the rest of the town. Then I went home.

Did you attend the party thrown on the beach that night?      Yes, I did. 

Did you notice anything suspicious?      No. I left maybe an hour or so after I got there.

Who were you with?       Emma Duval.

Can anyone confirm your alibi?      Yes, Emma can confirm it.

[theninapatterson-blog]

investigation #7314

location: Sheriff’s station

PROFILE:   Before we begin questioning, will you please state the following:

Name: Nina Patterson, don’t pretend you didn’t already have it written down.

Age: 17

Height: 5′8″

Weight: 123 lbs

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color: Seriously? Like you can’t tell that it’s red.

MOTIVE:   Now, let’s begin.

Did you know the victim? Better than anybody.

What was your relationship with the victim? He was my boyfriend, and if you could stop calling him “the victim” like he wasn’t a real person, I’d appreciate it.

How would you describe the victim? Misguided, overly trusting, caring. Protective. He would have done anything for me.

When was the last time you saw the victim prior to his death? You know what, I think you’re going to have to call my attorney if you want me to answer any more of these ridiculous questions.

Can you describe the victim’s behavior leading up to his death? His behavior? He was just as normal as any other kid in a town where a raving lunatic is roaming free butchering people up into little bits because you dumbasses can’t do your job properly.

ALIBI:   Just a few more questions.

Where were you the night of the parade? Home.

Did you attend the party thrown on the beach that night? For, like, two minutes.

Did you notice anything suspicious? Yeah, I saw Noel Kahn two seconds away from date-raping poor Betty Cooper. Might wanna look into that one, jackwagons.

Who were you with? Me, myself, and I. In case you haven’t noticed, I run alone.

Can anyone confirm your alibi? My parents. Call them right now if you want. Tell them you hauled my hot ass in here for an illegal interrogation and see how quickly they’re suing you and this whole damn town. I have rights, you know!

[lodge-ronnie-blog]

investigation #7314

location: Sheriff’s station

PROFILE:   Before we begin questioning, will you please state the following:

Name: Veronica Lodge

Age: 17

Height: 5′1″

Weight: 119 lbs

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

MOTIVE:   Now, let’s begin.

Did you know the victim? Unfortunately.

What was your relationship with the victim? There was no relationship, let’s make that very clear. 

How would you describe the victim? Asshole. Sorry, am I not allowed to say that? Well, it’s true. He was rude, he loved to instigate fights, and he was manipulative.

When was the last time you saw the victim prior to his death? I can’t recall. Maybe a month or so.

Can you describe the victim’s behavior leading up to his death? Like I said, I really didn’t spend a lot of time around him, but I can bet his behavior was the same as always.

ALIBI:   Just a few more questions.

Where were you the night of the parade? I went to Noel Kahn’s beach party with my friend, Betty Cooper and then I went home. Alone.

Did you attend the party thrown on the beach that night? Yes.

Did you notice anything suspicious? Other than an inordinate amount of teenagers doing illegal drugs? No.

Who were you with? Betty, for the most part. Noel for a little while. Most of our class was there, so I saw a lot of people.

Can anyone confirm your alibi? Betty Cooper, obviously. Are we done here?