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After dropping off her gifts to the snack and drink tables, Mia hovered around for a bit, not quite knowing what to do. People were chatting and laughing, having fun and partying. Everyone obviously knew each other, whereas Mia could only make out vaguely familiar faces. It wasn't exactly uncommon for Mia to feel out of place in a crowd, but it rarely bothered her to this extent. Bold as she was, it was kind of unusual for the girl to still be standing alone. Mia told herself it was just because all the passing conversations were too bland to note.
In the end, Mia settled on getting a mugful of punch - the alcohol percentage remained unknown to her - and leaving the comfort of the drink tables to socialize. The brunette took a generous sip of her drink, delightfully surprised to find out it was actually rather good. Whoever had mixed the punch had done their job well, Mia thought. She didn't like things that were overly sweet, and this drink had a nice balance to it.
Looking around, there was plenty to do. If she so wished, Mia could go and have fun playing beer pong. That would be an easy way to get familiar with people. Alcohol and games usually brought everyone closer faster than they would with everyone sober. Mia didn't particularly feel like getting hammered tonight, though. She was in a place she didn't know with no friends or a car, so getting too lost in the party mood could end badly. It wasn't as if she was much of a drinker anyway, more just one of those people who enjoyed getting a light buzz going. She'd done her fair share of reckless drinking when she was 15.
Mia decided to look for a place to sit. She began walking around, navigating her way through groups of teenagers that were in varying states of intoxication. After a few minutes of searching (most of the seat-like places were occupied already) Mia noticed a few logs that were free. Well, almost free. As she neared the logs, Mia noticed there was a person lying on one of them. He had a joint that was slowly burning away, and he seemed way too focused on the sky above them to acknowledge Mia's.
"Is this log taken?" the brunette asked, partly just to break the ice and to make her presence known. Rounding the free log and sitting on it, Mia didn't wait for the boy's answer.
"It's funny, I always thought teenagers only had parties like this in American movies," she chuckled while glancing in the party's general direction. Mia felt just a tad self-conscious of her stiff accent that set her clearly apart from the others. Talking after listening to others talk just made the difference that much starker, at least to her own ear. "It's cool, though. I like feeling like I'm in a movie."
Mia glanced at the person lying on the log next to hers. He was staring at the sky, steadily ignoring Mia's presence. Or at least Mia interpreted it that way.
Okay...
There was a brief silence where Mia just took a sip of her drink. Sure, she was a little weirded out by the flat out rude reception (or should she say, lack of reception), but maybe this boy wished to be left alone.
...Now wait a minute.
It was on her second glance that Mia noticed that something wasn't right. The boy was staring at the sky just a bit too intently, his body was just a bit too tense, and his breaths - while visible - seemed just a bit too short. Mia hadn't noticed before because she hadn't really taken a good look at him, but now it was clear that there was something wrong with him.
Oh shit, maybe he wanted to be left alone if this is like a private moment or something... Should I just go? Maybe I should just go. Yeah, I'm gonna...
"Is everything okay? You don't look okay," Mia asked instead. She scooted closer to the other end of the log, holding a concerned expression. Maybe this was some sort of... anxiety attack or something? Mia had never experienced one herself, at least while sober (Too much alcohol always did some weird things to her mind), so she couldn't be sure. The girl was torn between leaving the blonde guy in peace and trying to help him, as she didn't know which action was more wanted in that moment. Her instincts told her to stay and at least check on him, though. If the guy were to tell her to fuck off though... she would. No problem.
In the end, Mia settled on getting a mugful of punch - the alcohol percentage remained unknown to her - and leaving the comfort of the drink tables to socialize. The brunette took a generous sip of her drink, delightfully surprised to find out it was actually rather good. Whoever had mixed the punch had done their job well, Mia thought. She didn't like things that were overly sweet, and this drink had a nice balance to it.
Looking around, there was plenty to do. If she so wished, Mia could go and have fun playing beer pong. That would be an easy way to get familiar with people. Alcohol and games usually brought everyone closer faster than they would with everyone sober. Mia didn't particularly feel like getting hammered tonight, though. She was in a place she didn't know with no friends or a car, so getting too lost in the party mood could end badly. It wasn't as if she was much of a drinker anyway, more just one of those people who enjoyed getting a light buzz going. She'd done her fair share of reckless drinking when she was 15.
Mia decided to look for a place to sit. She began walking around, navigating her way through groups of teenagers that were in varying states of intoxication. After a few minutes of searching (most of the seat-like places were occupied already) Mia noticed a few logs that were free. Well, almost free. As she neared the logs, Mia noticed there was a person lying on one of them. He had a joint that was slowly burning away, and he seemed way too focused on the sky above them to acknowledge Mia's.
"Is this log taken?" the brunette asked, partly just to break the ice and to make her presence known. Rounding the free log and sitting on it, Mia didn't wait for the boy's answer.
"It's funny, I always thought teenagers only had parties like this in American movies," she chuckled while glancing in the party's general direction. Mia felt just a tad self-conscious of her stiff accent that set her clearly apart from the others. Talking after listening to others talk just made the difference that much starker, at least to her own ear. "It's cool, though. I like feeling like I'm in a movie."
Mia glanced at the person lying on the log next to hers. He was staring at the sky, steadily ignoring Mia's presence. Or at least Mia interpreted it that way.
Okay...
There was a brief silence where Mia just took a sip of her drink. Sure, she was a little weirded out by the flat out rude reception (or should she say, lack of reception), but maybe this boy wished to be left alone.
...Now wait a minute.
It was on her second glance that Mia noticed that something wasn't right. The boy was staring at the sky just a bit too intently, his body was just a bit too tense, and his breaths - while visible - seemed just a bit too short. Mia hadn't noticed before because she hadn't really taken a good look at him, but now it was clear that there was something wrong with him.
Oh shit, maybe he wanted to be left alone if this is like a private moment or something... Should I just go? Maybe I should just go. Yeah, I'm gonna...
"Is everything okay? You don't look okay," Mia asked instead. She scooted closer to the other end of the log, holding a concerned expression. Maybe this was some sort of... anxiety attack or something? Mia had never experienced one herself, at least while sober (Too much alcohol always did some weird things to her mind), so she couldn't be sure. The girl was torn between leaving the blonde guy in peace and trying to help him, as she didn't know which action was more wanted in that moment. Her instincts told her to stay and at least check on him, though. If the guy were to tell her to fuck off though... she would. No problem.
"I don't know... I can't even remember who invited me, it could've been just out of politeness."
The end of the first school week had come quicker than Mia had expected. It had felt like a blur, between getting used to the new country and her host family, school had taken a backseat in priority. Fortunately the school had cut some slack on the foreign girl, giving her time to adjust to everything. Mia had gotten the idea that Rosewell High wasn't experienced in having exchange students, given how the faculty didn't know where she was supposed to be half the time. Hell, it had taken four days for the school to hand Mia her schedule with all her classes because the they'd forgotten to do the paperwork.
It wasn't surprising given how crowded the school was. She hadn't exactly picked the most high-end school for her exchange year. It hadn't mattered to her back when she was making the decision. All she'd wanted was to get away from her life where she'd felt like suffocating.
"Mia, it's your first week here. You've got to throw yourself out there, make some friends! This year will be what you make of it, so you should make it the best year you can!" exclaimed Janet Walker, the hostess of Mia's host family.
They were sitting at the dinner table eating, all four of them. Mia had learned that family meals were important to the Walker family. They dined together every afternoon once Janet's husband Timothy got off from work. It was a strange routine to get used to on top of everything else. The Walker family was nice enough. Really nice, actually. Back home, Mia had mostly eaten microwaved leftovers on the couch while her mother was off somewhere working or hanging out with her boyfriend. (Boyfriend didn't feel like an appropriate term for a fifty-something-year-old cheating manchild, Mia thought.)
But this, this was something new. At first Mia had felt like she was intruding, offering to eat somewhere else while the Walkers caught up with their son. That notion had been shut down quickly by Janet, however, who insisted Mia should feel at home. Meeting the older woman's eyes and seeing the sincerity in them, Mia hadn't had the strength to believe otherwise.
"Yes, Mia. You have our full support on this. We can even come pick you up if you hate it, it's no problem at all," Timothy agreed. Mia furrowed her brows, pushing the food around her plate.
"Oh. Thank you. Uh I'll... I guess I'm gonna go then. Get the full American experience and all that," Mia nodded. She didn't yet feel familiar enough with the Walkers to disclose the fact that she didn't want to be picked up or babied. She could take care of herself. But it was very sweet of Mr. Walker to offer. He and Mrs. Walker seemed to be very chill parents, always insisting Mia call them by their first names instead.
"Do you know anyone at the party?" Janet inquired as she bit into the macaroni casserole she'd cooked for dinner.
"There is this one girl I remember, Tyra, I think? She was assigned to give me a tour of sorts on my first day. I think she was forced to do it, but she was nice about it. Maybe she's at the party too."
Mia had talked to many students on her classes already, but she hadn't exactly gotten past the usual exchange student questions. 'I heard that you're like, from Estonia? Where's that? I've never heard of it' or 'Omg, teach me how to curse in your language' or 'Estonia? But you don't look African...'
To the latter Mia had of course answered to with a 'No, Estonia and Ethiopia were two completely different countries on separate continents.' Go figure. It wasn't that she didn't get along with the students of Rosewell High, she just didn't belong anywhere yet, not really.
But maybe going to the much talked lake party would change that.
Mia had ended up getting a lift from Timothy. Since here you could get your driver's licence earlier than in Estonia, Mia couldn't legally drive herself. I mean... she knew how to drive, from the countless summers she'd spent on the countryside with her grandparents, but her host family didn't trust her to drive their car. Which was entirely fair. Besides, if she got caught without a licence... Yeah, Mia had to suck it up and accept the help.
Mia looked around, adjusting the black top under her faded red Hawaiian style T-shirt. A few loose strands fell to frame Mia's face from her high ponytail. The ripped jean shorts she wore weren't what she'd wear on a normal day and neither was the shirt, but she'd figured that showing up to a lake party in long jeans wasn't exactly the smartest choice. Still, this outfit made Mia's knee brace stand out more, so it felt a bit weird. Exposed, almost. Her knee had been acting out again, as it almost always did, being the weak little shit it was. It was mostly her own fault for doing reckless stuff, but if anything, knowing it was her fault only made it sting worse.
There were people here, most of whom Mia could recognise as students. She didn't know names, but the faces were familiar. Especially the more popular kids were hard to miss. There was a bonfire going, and just glancing at the snack and drink tables made Mia feel a bit embarrassed of her own contributions. She'd brought along a few bottles of traditional Estonian liqueur she'd brought from home, as well as some chips she'd been practically thrusted upon by Janet. It seemed very insignificant compared to the impressive drink collection the party offered.
Steeling herself, Mia walked over to the snack and drink tables to drop off her contributions. I mean, if anyone else doesn't care for them, at least the host of the party will have something nice for their troubles, right?
The end of the first school week had come quicker than Mia had expected. It had felt like a blur, between getting used to the new country and her host family, school had taken a backseat in priority. Fortunately the school had cut some slack on the foreign girl, giving her time to adjust to everything. Mia had gotten the idea that Rosewell High wasn't experienced in having exchange students, given how the faculty didn't know where she was supposed to be half the time. Hell, it had taken four days for the school to hand Mia her schedule with all her classes because the they'd forgotten to do the paperwork.
It wasn't surprising given how crowded the school was. She hadn't exactly picked the most high-end school for her exchange year. It hadn't mattered to her back when she was making the decision. All she'd wanted was to get away from her life where she'd felt like suffocating.
"Mia, it's your first week here. You've got to throw yourself out there, make some friends! This year will be what you make of it, so you should make it the best year you can!" exclaimed Janet Walker, the hostess of Mia's host family.
They were sitting at the dinner table eating, all four of them. Mia had learned that family meals were important to the Walker family. They dined together every afternoon once Janet's husband Timothy got off from work. It was a strange routine to get used to on top of everything else. The Walker family was nice enough. Really nice, actually. Back home, Mia had mostly eaten microwaved leftovers on the couch while her mother was off somewhere working or hanging out with her boyfriend. (Boyfriend didn't feel like an appropriate term for a fifty-something-year-old cheating manchild, Mia thought.)
But this, this was something new. At first Mia had felt like she was intruding, offering to eat somewhere else while the Walkers caught up with their son. That notion had been shut down quickly by Janet, however, who insisted Mia should feel at home. Meeting the older woman's eyes and seeing the sincerity in them, Mia hadn't had the strength to believe otherwise.
"Yes, Mia. You have our full support on this. We can even come pick you up if you hate it, it's no problem at all," Timothy agreed. Mia furrowed her brows, pushing the food around her plate.
"Oh. Thank you. Uh I'll... I guess I'm gonna go then. Get the full American experience and all that," Mia nodded. She didn't yet feel familiar enough with the Walkers to disclose the fact that she didn't want to be picked up or babied. She could take care of herself. But it was very sweet of Mr. Walker to offer. He and Mrs. Walker seemed to be very chill parents, always insisting Mia call them by their first names instead.
"Do you know anyone at the party?" Janet inquired as she bit into the macaroni casserole she'd cooked for dinner.
"There is this one girl I remember, Tyra, I think? She was assigned to give me a tour of sorts on my first day. I think she was forced to do it, but she was nice about it. Maybe she's at the party too."
Mia had talked to many students on her classes already, but she hadn't exactly gotten past the usual exchange student questions. 'I heard that you're like, from Estonia? Where's that? I've never heard of it' or 'Omg, teach me how to curse in your language' or 'Estonia? But you don't look African...'
To the latter Mia had of course answered to with a 'No, Estonia and Ethiopia were two completely different countries on separate continents.' Go figure. It wasn't that she didn't get along with the students of Rosewell High, she just didn't belong anywhere yet, not really.
But maybe going to the much talked lake party would change that.
Outfit
Location: At the lake party
Location: At the lake party
Mia had ended up getting a lift from Timothy. Since here you could get your driver's licence earlier than in Estonia, Mia couldn't legally drive herself. I mean... she knew how to drive, from the countless summers she'd spent on the countryside with her grandparents, but her host family didn't trust her to drive their car. Which was entirely fair. Besides, if she got caught without a licence... Yeah, Mia had to suck it up and accept the help.
Mia looked around, adjusting the black top under her faded red Hawaiian style T-shirt. A few loose strands fell to frame Mia's face from her high ponytail. The ripped jean shorts she wore weren't what she'd wear on a normal day and neither was the shirt, but she'd figured that showing up to a lake party in long jeans wasn't exactly the smartest choice. Still, this outfit made Mia's knee brace stand out more, so it felt a bit weird. Exposed, almost. Her knee had been acting out again, as it almost always did, being the weak little shit it was. It was mostly her own fault for doing reckless stuff, but if anything, knowing it was her fault only made it sting worse.
There were people here, most of whom Mia could recognise as students. She didn't know names, but the faces were familiar. Especially the more popular kids were hard to miss. There was a bonfire going, and just glancing at the snack and drink tables made Mia feel a bit embarrassed of her own contributions. She'd brought along a few bottles of traditional Estonian liqueur she'd brought from home, as well as some chips she'd been practically thrusted upon by Janet. It seemed very insignificant compared to the impressive drink collection the party offered.
Steeling herself, Mia walked over to the snack and drink tables to drop off her contributions. I mean, if anyone else doesn't care for them, at least the host of the party will have something nice for their troubles, right?
I want to discuss relations with the other characters, maybe get a few characters she knows by name already, or a person who was initially assigned to show her around the school, etc. etc.
Oh yeah I should probably put down the reserve too in case I don't get the thing done tonight:
FC; Mary Elizabeth Winstead (from like, older stuff), color #50CCAE, label; exchange student / secret troublemaker
FC; Mary Elizabeth Winstead (from like, older stuff), color #50CCAE, label; exchange student / secret troublemaker
@Cio Indeed we are! The more males the better, though I'm not going to force you to make one.
Unfortunately I'm making a female character, as I'm more inspired to write as one. I hope she'll fit in, tough!
I saw you're accepting new members? If that's the case, I'm interested. :> I can get a character ready today.
Place: Coalfell, 1PM
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Carolina felt like she was walking in a memory. It wasn't a happy memory, exactly, more one of those distant and clouded ones, but the woman couldn't say she despised it either. The street she now walked was the same old street she'd been running up and down as a young girl. Even the intensity of the sun felt familiar, as much as Carrie hated it.
Coalfell still stood here, frozen in time. Everything was looking a bit more worn down and faded by the burning sun. A significant amount of establishments had closed down since Carolina's last visit nearly two decades ago. Even still, it felt like Coalfell hadn't changed a bit.
Carolina, however, had changed.
There was a certain sense of nostalgia to being here. Carrie hadn't been sure if she'd be able to handle it, but now that she was present, roaming the barren streets... She felt nothing, nothing at all. Carrie definitely stood out like a sore thumb, standing in the middle of a dusty street with cracked pavement in her stylish trousers and a white tank top. She'd once left Coalfell behind, and hadn't looked back since. She'd gotten a life for herself. She wasn't the same girl who everyone in the town knew. No longer was she running to bring her father lunch to the gas station. Hell, the gas station was probably well out of business, by now. No one visited the town.
The dreamy woman looked around the main plaza, the memory of the buildings around her coming back slowly. Some she'd already forgotten, if not most. If there was one thing she hadn't forgotten, it was Momma May's. Looking at the modest café across the street, Carrie smiled ruefully. She could recall all the good times she'd been to there with her brothers, eating chocolate chip pancakes and milkshake with that fancy whipped cream on top. Of course Carrie now knew it hadn't been anything special - just whipped cream from a bottle - but as a child it had been the best treat in town.
She also remembered the bad times. All the times she'd gone there to drag her father home from the bar late at night when he hadn't shown up home. The times when he was too drunk to stand straight, words slurring and mixing with the acrid stench of alcohol. Yeah. Carrie wasn't sure if she was ready to go inside, not yet. There was a certain safety, observing from a small distance. She wasn't ready to face all those old memories, nor was she ready to see how the place had inevitably changed in her absence. Was the place even run by the kind old lady anymore? The one who had sometimes given little Carolina something sweet for free, practically spoiling her when no one else would, but who could still kick the drunk people's asses if they started any trouble? Carrie wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
There was a gang of men in biker jackets smoking in the corner of Momma May's. Carolina instantly recognised them. She couldn't believe Red Wolves were still a thing, but she supposed not many things changed around here after all. They were all relatively young, too young to be the same members Carolina had seen cruising around as a kid, but the aesthetic was the same. They weren't to be messed around with, that much Carolina knew. There was still a small childlike part of her that feared them, but they were the only ones she could see around, so...
"'scuse me," Carrie spoke up, her voice almost cracking from the dry, dusty air. She walked towards the bikers who were leaning on their shiny motorcycles, gaining their attention. Steeling herself, Carrie kept her head held high.
"Whassa lovely lady like yourself want from us boys?" one of the bikers sneered, his crooked teeth forming a nasty smile. He looked young, maybe in his mid-twenties. Carolina tried to study his face, all of their faces really, to see if she recognised any of them. It was a shame her face memory was absolute rubbish.
"I'm lookin' to find--" Carrie began, only to be interrupted by a scoff that sounded half a cough, half a laughter.
"Looking? In this town we ain't taking so kindly to strangers who are lookin' for stuff," another biker bit back.
"Yea, we don't like outsiders snoopin' around," a third agreed. He had a patchy stubble and wildly styled hair, face littered with piercings that didn't quite honestly suit him. Carrie's nerves flared, her voice gaining firmness as she quipped back:
"Good thing I'm not a stranger, then. I grew up here, for fuck's sake."
Carrie let her eyes meet with each of the bikers. There were six of them. A few looked taken aback, one - the older looking one - seemed puzzled, and the three remaining ones stayed unfazed.
"An' I know who you are. Since when don't the Red Wolves have no manners?" Carrie challenged. Mister patchy beard seemed to be provoked by that, since his hands balled into fists and he took a step forward, about to tell Carrie off. However he was paused by the oldest looking biker, probably well in his forties, by a forceful hand on the shoulder.
"Hold on," he said, "you do look oddly familiar."
"Oh come o--"
"Shut the fuck up," he barked as the younger biker protested, his eyes never leaving Carrie's. "Who are you?"
Carrie smiled despite herself, corners of her mouth twitching up even though her gaze remained challenging.
"I'm Jefforey's daughter," Carrie replied, her Southern accent twisting the words. "Which is what I was here to ask you gentlemen. Is he still around?"
It took a moment, but soon realisation dawned on the oldest biker's face. He looked astonished, the tobacco actually dropping from between his fingers.
"No fucking way," he deadpanned. "Jefforey? As in Jenkins?" he asked, although it seemed he already knew the answer. Carrie tried to remember if she'd met this man while she still lived here, but she couldn't match the face to a name. It was all so distant.
"Guys, this is Jefforey and June Jenkins' youngest -- this is Christian's baby sister right here! Little Carrie, my fucking god you've grown into a woman," the biker boss exclaimed, shock still written all over his face. Carolina frowned at the mention of her name, confused that this man would recognise her. She'd aimed for them to recognise her father, but apparently Carrie had known this man too? What was his name again...
"It's me, Dave. Don'tcha remember me? Fuck, I can't believe it really is you lil Carrie. It's been a while, you're all sexy and grown up. How's Chris?"
Oh. Of course. A more genuine smile overtook Carrie's face as she remembered Dave. He'd just graduated high school by the time Carrie was ten. He'd been very tight with Carrie's older brother Christian back then. They'd gotten into all kinds of trouble back then, much to her parents' and Matthew's annoyment.
Wow, he looked so different now.
"Oh yeah, Dave! I think I remember you," Carrie nodded as she evaded a touchy feely bear hug with a firm handshake instead. All the other bikers seemed thoroughly confused, and what seemed like the newest addition looked also annoyed.
"Chris' fine or at least he was the last I heard from him. He hasn't really kept in touch, you know how it is between him and Matt."
Dave grinned, saying something to his buddies before turning back to Carolina.
"And you? What are you doing back in this shitass excuse of a town? No wait, you said you were lookin' for your old man," Dave said.
"Yeah... I mean, I didn't anticipate I'd be ever coming back, but... Got the news that mom passed away so."
Dave's gaze softened at Carrie's words.
"I'd say I'm sorry for your loss, but I know how you lot felt about her. Still, blood's tight. She was your momma after all." Carrie gave a curt nod, her mind wandering away briefly. What was she doing here, anyway?
"Anyhow, Jeff's around though. Haven't seen him in a while but I know he hasn't left the town..." Dave begun, an ounce of hesitation entering his voice.
"Yea, he lost his job like ten years ago when the gas station closed down. He's still around, just ain't doin' so hot," one of the other bikers added in. Carrie frowned, nodding at the information. It didn't really surprise her, but it still wasn't nice to hear.
"And... he's still living in our old house?" the brunette asked, turning the leather bracelet around her wrist nervously. Dave and a few of the other bikers exchanged looks that didn't make Carrie feel any more at ease. A sense of dread coiled in the bottom of her stomach.
"Our house, it... It still exists, right?" she asked, eyes studying the tiniest change in their faces. Anything that could give away the bad news.
"It does," Dave nodded, though he wouldn't meet Carrie's gaze, "it's just not exactly... uh, in a habitable condition." He seemed to pick his words carefully.
Carrie wasn't sure why the news made her feel so empty inside. Why did she care? She'd left Coalfell almost twenty years ago with no intention of ever looking back. So why was the news that their old house was probably no more than an overgrown backyard and broken windows so crushing?
"Thanks, Dave. I'll... I'll see you around," Carrie nodded before turning to leave.
hello all! i promise i am not dead, finals and a cold just got me for a day or two, plus i was bad and wanted to savor my first full day of nothing by sleeping in really late. although i now feel out of place because is coalfell a town for lesbians or? riley will still be showing up, in style, without caring about popular writers or actors because the most popular person in town is him!
Becca is an "actor", really its just her dream and not reality, she's only done theatre... And she doesnt read enough to know any authors either xD
There are only three lesbians so far, although that can change ;P
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