[color=darkgray][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/YhRs5Qb.png[/img] [sub]A [@LovelyComplex] & [@BrutalBx] Collaboration || Featuring: [color=a95963][b]Kylee Grimm[/b][/color] & [color=D2D518][b]Roddy Callahan[/b][/color][/sub] [b][color=#A95963]▃[/color][color=#A95B61]▃[/color][color=#AA5D60]▃[/color][color=#AB605E]▃[/color][color=#AC625D]▃[/color][color=#AC645B]▃[/color][color=#AD675A]▃[/color][color=#AE6958]▃[/color][color=#AF6C57]▃[/color][color=#B06E56]▃[/color][color=#B07054]▃[/color][color=#B17353]▃[/color][color=#B27551]▃[/color][color=#B37850]▃[/color][color=#B47A4E]▃[/color][color=#B47C4D]▃[/color][color=#B57F4B]▃[/color][color=#B6814A]▃[/color][color=#B78349]▃[/color][color=#B78647]▃[/color][color=#B88846]▃[/color][color=#B98B44]▃[/color][color=#BA8D43]▃[/color][color=#BB8F41]▃[/color][color=#BB9240]▃[/color][color=#BC943E]▃[/color][color=#BD973D]▃[/color][color=#BE993C]▃[/color][color=#BF9B3A]▃[/color][color=#BF9E39]▃[/color][color=#C0A037]▃[/color][color=#C1A236]▃[/color][color=#C2A534]▃[/color][color=#C3A733]▃[/color][color=#C3AA31]▃[/color][color=#C4AC30]▃[/color][color=#C5AE2F]▃[/color][color=#C6B12D]▃[/color][color=#C6B32C]▃[/color][color=#C7B62A]▃[/color][color=#C8B829]▃[/color][color=#C9BA27]▃[/color][color=#CABD26]▃[/color][color=#CABF24]▃[/color][color=#CBC123]▃[/color][color=#CCC422]▃[/color][color=#CDC620]▃[/color][color=#CEC91F]▃[/color][color=#CECB1D]▃[/color][color=#CFCD1C]▃[/color][color=#D0D01A]▃[/color][color=#D1D219]▃[/color][/b][/center] [indent]This gym was getting crowded and the mayor’s daughter was attached to her phone like glue. As she stalked Wesley Silo’s social, she glanced up from time to time at her old peers. Letting out a chuckle when she saw Aaron flip Mei off, she muttered to herself, [color=a95963]“Stupid.”[/color] He would never learn, especially when it came to the knockout that was Mei Ramsey, and that’s why he’ll continue to live an isolated existence. He didn’t even try to get people to understand his situation. So, people stop caring. If he wanted to be ostracized, that was his own damn fault. He can’t blame anyone but himself. Aaron was the type to continue to wallow in his despair, blame everyone but himself, thinking people still thought about Amanda and the fire as if it were only yesterday. Ha. Funny, really. No one realized people’s attention spans were short. Did you know a goldfish only has the attention span of nine seconds? Not too different from humans who have the average attention span of twelve seconds. Humans can’t help themselves! They must focus on the next sensational thing. Everything gets buried unless something purposely forces them to remember. In this case, it was Charlie’s letters. How long would this buzz last? Only time can tell. To Kylee Grimm, all the tragedies of their highschool years were in the past. Sure, it ruined some businesses, broke some hearts, and destroyed people’s ambitions but it is what it is. The truth intrigued her not because she cared about Allison, or Amanda, or any of the people that died that weren't her ex-boyfriend. No, the truth intrigued her because she believed the many people of her little town would start returning to their more primitive nature and show their true colors. As that Dwight L. Moody quote goes, character is what you are in the dark. She liked the lies and deceit lurking behind each mystery and she wanted to see the chaos unfold. Did that make her a sadist? A sociopath? Maybe a little mad? Possibly. Regardless if that holds merit, she was here to have fun and from the sight of all the lingering tension and unresolved issues, tonight would [i]definitely[/i] be fun. When the Southside Sob Story who lacked balls came in with a bat, Kylee continued to look at her phone, unbothered. She wanted to antagonize, but unfortunately, more people tried to get their voice heard. Decky Boaz was hardly a threat to her and if anything, he was a pathetic loser for leaving his girl and disappearing, without a word. That was a drama flick waiting to unfold. The cripple and the STD-ridden whore stood back while Ms. Forgettable and Mama’s Boy tried to simmer down everyone’s fire. When Danny offered her a cannoli, Kylee shook her head and gave him a gleam, [color=a95963]“I’m on a diet.”[/color] [i]Finally[/i], she caught sight of someone worth her time. Her best friend, Roddy Callahan. And his side piece that he had a baby with, but whatever. Kylee didn’t trust Lanie Lancaster because clearly she wasn’t that broken hearted from Decky leaving her behind if she was able to jump on Roddy’s dick and carry his child. In this matter, her opinions would stay on the inside. Roddy cared about this needy, idiot bitch, who smelt like a baby prostitute, for one reason or another. Don’t ask her why she knows what Lanie smells like, she just does. So Kylee has to tolerate Lanie’s existence, even if Mei had a major fall out with her. So many points against her, like not being in good terms with her girlfriends, who both were cheerleaders. However the biggest point against her, if it were to happen, is if she ever, EVER broke Roddy’s heart. So many things Kylee imagined doing to her, if that ever happened. She would rip those pretty blonde locks right off her tiny skull and make her regret ever getting involved with her Roddy. She would slice her long tongue right out of her soft looking lips with scissors and so much more. A little intense, but that is how much Kylee cared about Roddy. She would never fuck the guy but he was all she had before she met everyone else and she’d be damned if he cried over some blonde bimbo. Extreme thoughts aside, Roddy was here! Excitedly, she started prancing her way to her friend in the back. The cripple had already pulled Lanie aside and went to the corner, leaving Roddy all by his lonesome self. [i]Perfect[/i]. Unfortunately, once she was half way, she stopped in her tracks when Mei called out for the culprit. Turning around, she made quick motions on her phone and started recording the creepy audio and the footage that followed afterwards. For now, she wouldn’t go live, but maybe Mr. Reporter would like to see this later on. And well, her father. But Mr. Reporter first! Listening to Allison really warmed her heart. Her smile, her passion, and her confidence. Everyone wanted to be her. Ha! Yeah, right. Allison Davies was as generic as popular girls came. A pretty girl who lacked substance. Someone who pretended she had more inside of her than just being popular. Kylee subtly rolled her eyes, hating that a dead girl was still living in this gym. Allison had more of a legacy dead than alive. No one knew what this girl was going through but somehow they started caring after she OD’ed. [i]Please.[/i] When the numbers 16-7-5 went on the wall, Kylee stopped recording and went back to her original pursuit. When she turned around, she rested her dark gaze on her best friend and gave a warm, genuine smile. Instead of walking fast, Kylee went into a run and giggled, [color=a95963]“Roddy!!!”[/color] She really didn’t care if she ruined the ominous atmosphere. She knew her friend and he was probably focusing on his last name on the wall in front of Allison's picture, or the fact that the last time he was in here he got shot, so she would be his shield if people tried to interrogate him. Giving him a big embrace, she looked up at her best friend smiling from ear to ear, [color=a95963]“Hey, Shaggy. You okay? We can talk about what’s on the wall next but first… how are you feeling?”[/color] [color=D2D518]“Erm….I’m feeling.”[/color] It was such a Roddy answer. Dry yet dripping in insecurity. No matter how long he had been friends with Kylee, even with her it was difficult for Rod to really express how he was feeling. Some people could wear their thoughts and feelings like a garish t-shirt, proud and unashamed. The Callahans were not those sort of people. They were many Irish men doing manly Irish things. John had done his best to break the cycle of toxic masculinity and was nothing but supportive when Francis came out but when something is so ingrained into your DNA, it’s incredibly difficult not to succumb. Roddy really wanted to be more open and in some instances he was getting better but there was still such a long way to go. Roddy remembered the first time he ever met the dark haired gossip girl that would come to be his one true friend, Kylee Grimm. She and her family had just moved into the neighbourhood and like the good little politician he was, Mayor Elect Teddy Grimm was doing door to door meet and greets introducing himself to his constituents. The day was etched in Rod’s mind as it was the day that Russ Lord gave him his first black eye. In a somewhat prophetic turn, it was through the arrival of Charlie Decker and some other southie kids that the beating stopped. Francis had words with Russ of course and it never happened again but that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Having been confined to the garden by his mother and forced to pull the weeds, Roddy didn’t expect to see a girl in the doorway staring at him like he had just killed a cat. Being a somewhat prominent business owner and a member of one of the founding families, John Callahan was a prime target for Teddy and sending his young daughter into the Frey to sweeten the deal? Genius chess move. [color=D2D518][i]Zoinks.[/i][/color] He didn’t know why he said it or even when was the last time he had even seen a Scooby Doo episode but it happened and he regretted it immediately. In response, the girl he would come to know as Kylee shouted back, [color=a95963][i]“Jinkies!”[/i][/color] And they were inseparable from then on. Theirs was a friendship that was just natural and although they’d had ups and downs, they were always there for each other. [color=D2D518]“I don’t recognise that number, Fran’s jersey number was 3 and it’s not a birthday that I know of.”[/color] Releasing her friend, Kylee faced the same direction as him, studying the numbers, [color=a95963]“Hm. The only date that would make sense from this would be July 5th, 2016 but if they were trying to be [i]that[/i] specific, someone here needs to have known something that happened that day. And either you or your brother were involved, but I’m thinking likely your brother since he dated Allison.”[/color] Still, this wasn’t adding up and the clue felt like a dumb luck thing. Whoever knew what these numbers meant had a chance of not being here, so the culprit was taking a risk and putting all their faith in this one person. Instead of focusing on the numbers, Kylee replayed the recording and listened to the interview, muttering inaudibly to herself. Seeking keywords and signs. Hallway. Plans. Backpacking. Allison’s laughter. Gunshot. Whether this was coordinates or a password, or multiple people’s jersey numbers, Kylee Grimm could not pinpoint the meaning of these numbers. She was at a loss and this felt like a hit to her ego because she took pride in her information gathering. There might be more clues hidden throughout the gym, but at this point, she found herself no longer caring about figuring out their next lead and would wait it out until someone else had a brainblast. Ugh. She hated waiting. So while she did so, she complained, [color=a95963]“This feels like a waste of time. You have way better things to do, like spend time with your kid. How is Rylie, anyways? Random, I know, but I haven’t seen you in like a week or so? I miss you! Next time we grab lunch together, I can tell you all about Mister Wesley Silo.”[/color] Giggling to herself, thinking of her morning show, and how handsome this outsider was, she leaned her body closer to Rods and whispered, [color=a95963]“Total daddy.”[/color] He understood what Kylee was trying to do and God bless her she was a saint. Trying to distract Roddy from his family name being plastered next to a dead girl in this B-Movie Teen Slasher that was their life right now was a pure endeavour and such a Kylee move. She knew better than anyone besides Lanie not to allow Rod to get stuck in his own head. He had a bad habit of going twelve rounds with himself in the span of about thirty seconds. [color=D2D518]“Rylie Rampage is spending the night with my parents. You know how broody my Mom gets.”[/color] It was a simple fact of life that Edith Callahan always wanted a gaggle of kids but complications from Roddy’s birth had put a stop to that. When they befriended the Grimm’s, her jealousy only intensified and she wouldn’t lie and say she hadn’t thought about kidnapping them all, except Lincoln. He was weird and Teddy could keep him. Roddy’s eye roll was almost as loud as the speakers playing the creepy Allison clues. He had listened to Ky’s morning show, of course he did and you could smell her fever for this reporter like a fat kid could smell a cupcake from half a mile away. Once upon a time it was predicted that Roddy and Kylee might one day be married but all thoughts of that kind of relationship disappeared when he saw her eat a booger in their youth. Nasty gal. [color=D2D518]“You’re an actual deviant.”[/color] Grinning at Roddy, Kylee teased, [color=a95963]“I know I am,”[/color] before raising her eyebrows when she heard Jillian screaming like a sailor. Frowning, she latched onto her best friend’s arm and whispered, [color=a95963]“Come on, Shags. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a mystery to solve.”[/color] Staring up to him, she found herself feeling nostalgic, looking back at the good ol’ days, where it was him and her versus the world. All she had was him to call a friend. People didn't open up to outsiders fast. It took getting to high school to give her some kind of social life outside the Callahans, but even then, she didn't feel like she belonged. Honestly, Kylee knew she couldn’t live without him. Platonically, he became her flashlight when she felt all alone. And she loved him. [/indent] [/color]