[color=midnightblue][h3][b]Logan Rivers[/b][/h3][/color]
Logan slept in some but still woke up with a mild hangover from the night before. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to with his day, he didn’t have work until the evening, but figured some fresh air would be a good bet. He showered, changed, and headed into the tiny kitchen of his apartment. He set his phone on the counter and made himself a bowl of cereal. Logan wasn’t sure why he’d joined the whatsapp group for his fellow high school alums but he had. The thought of reconnecting with people from high school, especially those who had been affected by the shooting legitimately scared him. He hadn’t really planned on using it, but when his phone buzzed and notified him of the new message he was compelled to check it. He felt his heart drop, his stomach turn, and his skin go clammy. There was Charlie Decker; eyes bloodshot, his entire demeanor in a manic state, rambling about the poison of the town. There was his best friend in complete anguish and he’d never took it seriously, Logan had never really noticed enough to realize his friend needed help. Instead when Charlie had been depressed he’d pass him a bowl and tell him to light up and lighten up, don’t be such bummer, or you just need to get laid. Why would someone send this, and who would even have a video like this?

“Damn, that’s fucked up.” He said to himself. 

“Your telling me, I mean that video makes me look crazy.” A familiar voice joked. Logan looked up and saw Charlie Decker, looking exactly as he remembered him, in his kitchen and nearly had a heart attack. “I mean I know I’m splitting hairs here but of all the videos of me to choose...” Charlie added shaking his head. “Relax man, I promise I didn’t slip you any psychedelics, this time.” He added with a laugh. 

“It’s not funny, man. You killed people, and, you’re supposed to be dead.” Logan said, whispering for some reason, eve though he lived alone he was somehow wary that someone would see him talking to a ghost. 

“Well if I am dead, and this is all just some fucked up manifestation of guilt, then I’m just your own subconscious messing with you, then you’re the one making bad jokes and I’m not real.” Charlie said with that same stupid look he got whenever he thought he’d outsmarted someone. 

Logan shook his head and walked outside, video’s and visions of Charlie were way too much handle. 

“What’s up man, aren’t you glad to see me? I mean shit Logan, I’m the one that’s dead and here you are looking like a ghost.” The Charlie apparition said as it followed him outside. 

“Dammit, do not follow me.” Logan said raising his voice just outside his front door. An nearby elderly neighbor gave him the stink eye and shook his head. Logan kept walking and ignored the neighbor who probably thought he was nuts. 

“Fine.” Charlie said, flipping him off before vanishing. Logan gave a small sigh of relief that the ghost Charlie, or whatever it was, was gone, at least for now. He needed something to stead his nerves and since he’d left his cigarettes back at his apartment, and he was not going back there right now to get them, he headed for the nearest gas station. He grabbed a fresh pack, lighter, and a cheap crappy cup of coffee and just wandered around the city for a bit as the caffeine and nicotine called his nerves. 


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[color=midnightblue][h3][b]Nick Donovan[/b][/h3][/color]
Nick gave an overly enthusiastic high five to Dylan Martin. “Right on D, glad to have you back on set. Surprised you managed to tare yourself away from the exciting world of stocks and suits to hang out with us thespian types.”  

“Huh, well I’d hardly call the stuff you’ve been in the work of a thespian.” Dylan shot back. 

“I can only assume you’re referring to Zombageddon.” Nick joked.

“Actually, I was specifically thinking of Rhinoshark Vs Cat-Raptor.” Dylan replied. Nick was glad to have the guy back on set, if was nice to have someone to joke around with. 

“So, tell me how does it feel to be Gordon Gekko.” Nick teased. Dylan let out a sharp laugh. 

“Wanna see something hilarious?” Dylan asked handing Nick his smartphone. Nick took the phone and glanced at the screen and chuckled as he saw his IMDB page pulled up on Dylan’s phone. 

“Fun fact though, they always have the best craft services for those movies.” Nick added handing him back his phone.  He continued to catch with Dylan as they walked around the set.