Rowan couldn’t go home yet, despite having noticed the amount of people running in the direction of their cars, as well as people filing into cars of friends, not having expected the sudden change of weather. But the brunette didn’t care, when she set her mind to something, there was no changing her mind. So, with her struggling through the blizzard, doing everything to dodge hail to the face, the young college student made a beeline for the library. Blowing desperately on her now blue finger tips, the cold only getting worse, she wasn’t paying much attention to her surrounding or just how icy the sidewalk was becoming and before she knew it, the girl went full speed ahead, colliding into the pole just outside the library, books flying EVERYWHERE.
“ OUCH, ” she mumbled quietly “ for fork’s sake ,” she cried out, now flat on her back, debating on whether or not to just stay there or get up.
When the storm started, Rosana was in a small restaurant. She figured she could wait for the storm to pass, surely it would. But instead of calming down, it got even worse as she was plunged into darkness. And now not only was she stuck with strangers, but she was stuck with strangers in dark, and there was nothing else she hated more than this. Wrapping a coat a little tighter around her shoulders, the girl sank a little deeper into her chair before whispering. “This would’ve never happened in New York.”
It’s been nearly a week since Matthew Helms disappeared, and people are getting desperate. His family have sent out pleas to every major news station for help, and the Hawkins Police Department are begging for any clue that could lead to his return. Still, nothing.
The best course of action, it has been decided, is to begin a town wide search in the hope that somebody will find something. Some people are dismal, making no effort to hide the thought that if anything is found, it will be a body. Others, however, still insist that there’s hope yet for the Helms boy.
The local police have paired up all citizens that expressed a willingness to help, which was a majority of the town. Any evidence of the missing boy’s presence should be immediately reported to a nearby officer. Thank you for your help.
Below the cut you will find more information and your pairings.
During this event, you are free to communicate with whoever you want. However! You are required to para with the person or people you are matched with. This is a good method of building relationships or friendships or hateships that would otherwise not have occured. The event will occur over this weekend and end on 5PM EST Monday ooc. The object of the search party is to find something to lead to Matthew Helms safe recovery. Have fun and good luck! All general posts can be tagged as sthqs:event2
Elliot Whitley and Ravenna Thatcher
Casey Meisner and Phillip McGee
Katrina Matthews and Valeria Helms
Nina Jones and Caroline Dworsky
Priya Helms and Andrei Petram
Carter Castillo and Kennedy Vargo
Asher Simmons and Beatrice West
Catherine Prescott and Lucretia C. Pertran
Erik Rosenthal and Tyler Woods
Rowan Chevalier and Madeline Mendoza
Jemma Santiago and Timothy Stewart
Rosana Da Luz and Fiona Allen
Zachary Wells and Vincent Brooks
Jett Lancaster and Blair Wayne
Estrella Donoso and Cade Atwood
Chloe Cyders and Georgie Wilmington
Billie Jones and Troy Chevalier
Wesley Young and Isaac Prescott
If there are any problems with your pairing (that you’re paired with another character you admin or you’ve been left off (I’m sorry!!!!!!) please message the main off anon and I’ll swap it up a little bit. Thank you!
This was definitely colder than the coldest he could remember Hawkins got. He almost regretted now leaving Troy’s cabin to head home. Plus, he wouldn’t have to be stuck with his dad. But by this point, he was already closer to home than to the cabin, and he figured he might just go all the way. But a figure nearby distracted him, a frown pulling on his face. And despite the cold, he still managed to make his way through the snow to take a closer look at the person. “Georgie?” Philip said once he was close enough to recognize it was her. Which, obviously, didn’t make him continue his way home, but instead walking closer. “What are you still doing outside?”
After checking in with his mother and letting her know that yes, he was safe and yes, he was warm and yes, he had working batteries in his flashlight, Carter made the perilous trek next door to the Wilmington residence. Despite it being about five steps and one jump over the fence, by the time he was knocking on the door, the boy was resembling a snowman. After pounding on the door a second time, Carter had to stop short as the door swung open, so not to hit Georgie smack bang in the forehead. “Oh hell...” he shivered, shaking the excess snow of himself before stepping inside. “This weather really gives a new meaning to blue balls.”
He’d been taking his time to get home, dreading the moment he’d be stuck with his father, wandering the streets a lot more than one should in such weather. It was during one of his aimless wanders, turning in a street, that Philip stumbled into Casey. Anything being a good reason to waste time until making his way home, he decided that spending some time with her would not hurt. Everything seemed just normal, like they’d been the last few times they met. But surprise didn’t take long until finding its way on his face when he felt her lips on his cheek. He hadn’t expected anything like that, and stayed shocked for a moment. “Why did you do that? I’m not complaining, but, why?” Philip finally asked, eyebrow raised although a slight smile lingered on his face.
Fingers lightly tapping on the counter, chin laid in her hand, the situation was slowly all coming back to her. And she knew it wouldn’t be long until she started getting anxious about the darkness surrounding the place - despite the candles that had been lightened up around. It was getting more and more important for Rosana to find a distraction, something to keep her mind away from the situation. Which came in the form of a drink held in front of her. An eyebrow perked up as she lifted her head to see who it was. “Are you... giving me a drink?” She asked, suspiciously glancing between the drink and the girl. “Why would you do that?”
Despite the storm still going on outside, Andrei couldn’t stay locked in his apartment. Not when one of his own coworkers had been found dead. So naturally, he found his way to the pub, shortly after ordering a glass. Which remained nearly even touched, far too concerned and affected by the news. His fingers were drumming against the glass, his head leaned in his other hand. “What’s wrong with this town?” He whispered, mostly to himself, but it’d be no surprise if someone else heard.
