[RIGHT][img]https://i.imgur.com/4mf5tEz.png[/img][COLOR=2C2C2C]____________[/COLOR][/RIGHT][COLOR=DARKGRAY][sup]_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][COLOR=SILVER][SUP][I]October 25[sup]th[/sup], 1985[/I][/SUP][/COLOR]

[color=#a9a9a9]The sound of the heavy door creaking open alerted Robert James Scott to the fact he was no longer alone. It had been several hours since he had been put in the dark room, hauled out of class in front of his peers and subjected to handcuffs before being escorted down what had felt like the endless halls of Mather Memorial High School. A musky cheap cologne filled the teen’s nostrils as the squeak of leather followed by the tap of a hard sole moved past him.[/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]A sharp, mechanical click was followed by a disturbingly audible electrical buzz as Robert was suddenly forced to close his eyes by a blinding light pointed directly on his face. Blinking slowly as they adjusted to the brighter luminance, he was hit with a new smell. The enticing aroma of a freshly lit cigarette wafted towards his nose from across the table before it mixed with the odour of the stale ash tray in the middle of the beat-up table. As the detective across from him took another drag, Robert could feel the familiar itch of the nicotine monkey beginning to squawk. It had been… actually he had no idea how long it had been since his last cigarette, but he knew he was overdue for a long drag.[/color]

[color=#a9a9a9]Closing and opening his eyes a few more times in a futile effort to further adjust to the bright light,, the teenager peere[/color][color=#b7b7b7]d pa[/color][color=#a9a9a9]st the overhead lamp, jealously watching the other man take another drag from the dart before his baritone voice filled the room.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]“Robert James Scott, quite the rap sheet you have for someone so young. Vandalism, petty theft, numerous counts of [i]hooky[/i],[/color][color=#b7b7b7]” The officer paused as Robert simply gave an apathetic shrug and a smirk in response.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]“I’d lose the cocky attitude, son. Do you know why we’ve dragged you in here? The Crestwood Police Department has good reason to believe you were involved in the murder of Vanessa Bordeaux.”[/color][color=#b7b7b7] The officer snapped before slamming a folder down on the table. Robert could only imagine it must hold the ‘damning’ evidence within it. [/color]

[color=#ffffff]“Do you want to tell me again where you were the night of October 18[sup]th[/sup]? And this time, how about we tell the truth.”[/color][color=#a9a9a9] The suited man asked, prompting an eye roll from the teenager. [/color]

[b][color=#3d85c6]“First off, [i]Brody[/i], it’s ‘RJ’.”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] Robert retorted watching the officers hands curl into a ball. RJ had been hit enough in his life that another strike wouldn’t be the end of the world, and in fact it might even get him out of here faster. [/color][b][color=#3d85c6]“Secondly, I didn’t fuckin-”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]“Language.”[/color]

[b][color=#3d85c6]“I didn’t fuckin’ kill Vanessa.”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] RJ continued, [/color][b][color=#3d85c6]“You want to know where I was the night of October 18[sup]th[/sup]? That’s easy, same place anyone else was; the twins’ party. If I’m a suspect, so is the entire sophomore class.”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]“Your father runs with the Sons of Salem doesn’t he?”[/color][color=#a9a9a9] The detective asked, lighting a new cigarette.[/color]

[b][color=#3d85c6]“He does.”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] RJ responded with a measured tone, [/color][b][color=#3d85c6]“I don’t.”[/color][/b]

[color=#ffffff]“Apple never falls too far from the tree. Doesn’t it bother you that Vanessa never chose you?”[/color][color=#a9a9a9] The detective asked. [/color][color=#ffffff]“Prettiest girl in school, popular too. Like you said, it was a big party.”[/color][color=#a9a9a9] He took a longer, exaggerated drag below blowing the smoke towards Robert. [/color][color=#ffffff]“Hell, I’d chase after her too.”[/color]

[b][color=#3d85c6]“Dude, she only [i]just[/i] turned [i]seventeen[/i].”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] The teen retorted while making a disgusted face towards the officer.[/color]

[color=#ffffff]“No what I meant, [i]smartass[/i].”[/color][color=#a9a9a9] The officer replied angrily.[/color][color=#ffffff] “Forget it, tell me more about the night of the 18[sup]th[/sup], what time did you arrive at the party?”[/color]

[color=#a9a9a9]Taking a deep breath before letting out a small sigh of frustration, RJ began to reluctantly speak.[/color]

[b][color=#3d85c6]“It was around nine at night by the time I arrived at Vic’s house…”[/color][/b][/INDENT][/INDENT]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYH8DsU2WCk][INDENT][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black]O N E   W E E K   A G O   -   B O R D E A U X   E S T A T E[/color]
[color=lightgray] O N E   W E E K   A G O   -   B O R D E A U X   E S T A T E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/INDENT][/url][sup]_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][INDENT][INDENT][COLOR=SILVER][SUP][I]9:00 PM, October 18[sup]th[/sup], 1985[/I][/SUP][/COLOR]

[color=#b7b7b7]The steady hum of the motorcycle echoed through the wealthy neighbourhood as RJ deftly steered the bike down the twisting roads of Crestwood Hollow’s Belle district. The roads here were smooth, free of potholes even and completely lacking the numerous cars left in the street due to every house having a garage that could house RJ’s entire’s neighbourhood’s worth of vehicles. [/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]Downshifting, RJ drove over the sidewalk and entered the Bordeaux Estate’s driveway. Giving the handbrake a gentle squeeze before tightening his grip further and bringing the motorcycle to a complete stop, he took a look around recognizing numerous vehicles from the school parking lot. Among them naturally was the candy red Ford Escort cabriolet that belonged to none other than the birthday girl herself; Vanessa Bordeaux.  [/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]Securing his motorcycle, RJ took one last look at it before going inside. He had rebuilt the bike himself from the ground up, getting parts from his dad’s friends and pestering Erica for time and tools from her family garage, Rolling Right Auto Repair. Erica herself had actually been a huge help and getting the motorcycle to run. The girl was quite impressive with a wrench.[/color]

[color=#a9a9a9]Entering into the house, RJ unzipped his leather jacket, pushing the sleeves up while taking a look around. New wave synth blared throughout the house, echoing somewhere from a boombox turned up way too loud in a central room. No doubt some fancy set up that ‘Nessa or Vic asked for and their mom immediately caved. There was nothing quite like extorting the guilt of a single parent. [/color]

[color=#a9a9a9]Continuing to wander the house, RJ was met by numerous familiar faces, jocks, populars, preps, they were all here. But more surprisingly so were nerds, goths, skaters and representatives from just about every one of Mather Memorial High School’s social circles. Between ‘Nessa and Vic, the twins were friends with almost everyone in the school. [/color]

[color=#a9a9a9]Scanning the crowd, RJ spotted one half of the night’s honoured hosts. Making his way through the throng of classmates, RJ approached Vanessa. She looked fantastic, she always did. It was not an understatement to describe her as one of the most desired girls in school and it was a shock to most of the student body that she had remained single since her breakup with Dexter Quinto. [/color]

[color=#a9a9a9]Tapping the shorter brunette on the shoulder, RJ flashed a cocky smile as ‘Nessa turned around to face him. Reaching into his pocket, RJ produced a small package done up neatly with a small bow before holding it towards the birthday girl.[/color]

[b][color=#3d85c6]“Happy Birthday, ‘Nessa!”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] RJ said as Vanessa excitedly took the package and opened it to reveal the cassette tape for R.E.M.’s latest album.[/color]

[b][color=#b6d7a8]“This is the one you’ve been telling me about! I can’t wait to give it a listen!”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] She exclaimed before quickly giving RJ a hug. Returning the gesture, RJ could have sworn for the briefest moment that Vanessa’s friend, Autumn, shot him the dirtiest of looks before quickly looking away from the pair.  [/color]

[b][color=#3d85c6]“Any idea where I can find Vic?”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] RJ asked as Vanessa took a step back. [/color]

[b][color=#b6d7a8]“Think he’s out on the balcony, with Jennifer?”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] Vanessa replied with a slight shrug, [/color][b][color=#b6d7a8]“At least last I saw of him, could be in the kitchen by now too. Y’know how he gets when he’s hungry!”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#3d85c6]“Rad, I’ll catch you later then,”[/color][/b][color=#a9a9a9] RJ stated, giving the girl a quick wink before going to find her twin brother.[/color]
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[b] O B J E C T I V E ( S )[/b][/H2][/SUP][/sup][/sup][sup][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sup][/INDENT][INDENT][INDENT]◼   Enjoy the party, interact with Vanessa and establish your character.
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