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Rosefell High.

^{Caspian & Cael
@LovelyComplex & @GhostMami}

The colors around him were intensely vibrant and strikingly bright. Caspian stood hidden in plain sight with his muted suit on, as his peers got increasingly more intoxicated and let the rhythm of the night take over their bodies. There was something about the shadows and the dark corners of the party that soothed him. He would go unnoticed and avoid the chaos that comes with being a teenager. This was something he always found comfort in. In darkness, his heart could speak up and nobody would care to notice. Nobody would listen.

Yet, standing here watching them laugh and have a good time, made him desire something he wouldn’t have, if Callie was here. Holding this light saber a strange and unique personality gave to him, Caspian found himself imagining how his sister would light up this party, every fibre of her thin frame craving maximum attention. She enjoyed herself so naturally, without a care in the world. No reputation, no fame, and no money would stop her from having fun and being young.

Her absence only made him realize how much he took for granted and how much he used her as a crutch. People would be distracted by Calypso that they wouldn’t see the boy standing a little behind, silently making moves in the dark. He wished these chains that held him back loosened. He wished he could freely fly, without thinking it would backfire. What was he so afraid of?

His dark gaze scanned the crowd to see a furious Billie Grey making her way to him or trying to at least. Raising an eyebrow, relieved he wasn’t completely invisible but still not in the mood to get interrogated, he handed the sword to some random drunk person and did what he does best. Disappear. Disguised by the flashing lights and the jubilant crowd, losing his sister’s best friend was easy. He found himself inches away from her and yet, she was focused on people at a distance. His heart sank when she got down from the chair and defeatingly muttered, “Cas… you absolute fool, you complete and utter ass…”

When someone walked into her, Billie walked away in fierce rage and there Cas was again, alone in a crowd. Shortly after, he was back to people watching. His attention was grabbed for a second by someone that gave him introverted vibes (Jaxton), similar to him, but found it in himself to dance among the high and drunk. The kid’s dance wasn’t elegant and fluid, but he was enjoying himself. Just letting go of the pressure to live in the moment. Cas considered himself in that position. Would he look like that if he indulged a little and let go of his worries?

Caspian’s mind was immediately pulled from one boy to the next. Although his expression was nothing but apathetic, he was bewildered and surprised that this boy, his barista, appeared out of nowhere and caught him off guard. Not only did… Cael… see him in a crowd of disgustingly close, sweaty teens, he approached him with no hesitation. “The Vampire King” locked his focus with the mythical, magical, and multicolored boy’s mischievous gaze and whether he knew it or not, Caspian Grey was entranced. The way those heterochromia eyes captured him, staring right through his soul — Cas couldn’t help but feel like Cael was reading him like an open book.

“Hey kitten, how goes it? You look bored.”

Did he… did he just call me kitten? Clearing his throat, doing his due diligence to not lose face, uneasy at the thought that this empathetic stranger could see beyond his walls, Caspian was immediately betrayed by his voice. A chuckle slipped out of lips after hearing the mention of his coffee order and internally he could only reprimand his weak will. Clearly, Cael wasn’t going to take a no for an answer. “It might be best if you surprise me. I’m old fashioned with my… poison.” Subtly, Cas hinted at his old-school drinking taste with no muddled fruit.

Being lured to follow, Caspian nervously gulped and let his legs take him deeper into this new encounter. To hide his anxiety, he decided to let the boy’s voice fill the atmosphere and hopefully take lead in this aimless conversation, “Enjoying the party?” He glanced over, watching for any signs of negative emotion, just as a precaution, “I don’t come to these things, usually.” Without my sister.

“Of course I am, I helped plan it!” Cael beamed excitedly. “Well… I helped decorate it, it was Christian’s planning, really. Our first of hopefully many successful Liberose collaboration events!” As the pair made their way to the drink station, it became increasingly obvious that not all Liberose interactions were going as swimmingly as Cael had just mentioned.

Disgruntled but not dissuaded from his course of action to test the romantic waters with this dark, mysterious acquaintance, Cael pushed his way through the altercation. Jesus, Melissa was back on her ‘queen’ bullshit again and the simps were peacocking in full HD technicolor for her. “ExCUSE me. Some of us are trying to ENJOY this party, and you all are blocking the drinks!” He said sassily, annunciating his words very intentionally.

Finally making his way to the drink table, Cael tapped his chin in thought. “So like, how old fashioned are we talking?” He asked, turning to face Caspian again. “Like, dry gin and tonic with a side of Bengay to rub on your arthritic joints or… are you trusting me to have a little fun with the surprise?” The freshly green-haired boy teased with a half smirk.

Cas once thought the dance floor was chaotic, but when he saw what was happening around the drinks, he was proven wrong. The problem this merge gave birth to was glaring at him. An obstacle he would have to deal with when he inevitably joins the student council. While Cael was unbothered, Caspian flinched at the sight of DeShawn bulldozing into Jackson. Right when his eyes were going to glaze over, he was gently nudged out of the way, as a tiny girl shimmied past him. “Sorry, Caspian!” Trixie was here?

Briefly, Caspian watched her run away, giving her drink to some rando. Well, at least she wasn’t going to get mixed in this. Marcos wouldn’t like that at all. Okay, what was he doing again? Ah yes. Barista boy. “Aren’t you here to show me a good time?” Caspian stepped forward, beside Cael, to examine the alcohol selection, and nonchalantly shrugged, “Be my guest and hit me with something strong.”

Bingo. Caspian’s comment about a ‘good time’ set off confirmation alarms on Cael’s internal gaydar. Confident in the reciprocated flirting, Cael went about his task of making Caspian a drink. “As you wish,” he said before testing the cocktail cherries by taking a sensual bite of one, plucking the stem off while the juicy red fruit was held between his teeth. Cael settled on making Cas a manhattan. A classy beverage with a touch of fruit — a perfect combination to represent the pair. And, as requested, he was a bit heavy handed with the whiskey. “Order up.” He joked and passed the beverage to Caspian, turning his attention briefly to the royal rumble taking place before them.

Good mannered and poised on the surface, Caspian deliberately examined each gesture, every quirk, and all the oddly intoxicating thoughts racing through his mind. His breathing was shallow, yet rhythmic as he traded class for thirst. One thing he took pride in was his self control but being in the presence of this boy he barely knew, well, he felt an insatiable hunger. A lustful greed he had never felt before. After feasting his eyes on Cael biting a cherry off it’s stem, the distance closing in between them, the introverted, pale student of Liberty High, the dark enigma, studied the talented, mixology abilities of this exuberant, energetic peer of his. Almost fervently, he peeled the manhattan out of Cael’s grasp once it was ready to be tasted.

Not responding right away, Cas took a sip of the drink, taking in both bitter and herbal undertones. A light sweetness, but for the most part dry. Just how he liked it. After turning his angle to face the fight, Cas whispered to his companion, “Thank you for this.”

Edenridge

Penelope James

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Name

Penelope Beth James

Nicknames

Poppy ● Pops ● PB&J

Age

18

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Demiromantic

Relationship Status

Recently in a relationship with Forrest Proudstar

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Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown ● Naturally wavy ● As of late, unkempt and down. Sometimes in a messy ponytail. She used to put more effort in her hair. Whether straightened or stylized in a half up-do or a cute ponytail/bun, Poppy used to try to look semi-pretty. Really, for one reason and one reason only. She wanted a certain someone to notice her romantically.
• Eyes: Green
• Height: 5'3"
• Body Type: Slim
• Clothing Style: Grunge casual & 'fuck it' style ● Messy hair, careless makeup, chockers, rings, flannel shirts, vintage items, floral dresses, combat boots ● big shirts, big hoodies, jeans, sneakers ● she does own some business casual and prep, but it is all hammy downs from her late sister.
  
  Noteworthy item on her person: Teardrop necklace with a little bit of her sister's ashes in it.
  Post First Day of Senior Year Incident: Ever since she's been diagnosed with agoraphobia, she walks out the house to do errands wearing a facemask and one of Charlie's hoodies. If she is going to work, she still wears a facemask, but puts a little more effort (minimal) to look presentable.
  ***No longer suffering from Agoraphobia
• Makeup Wise: Three types of grudge styles - (lazy look) Nonchalant natural make up to conceal her dark circles ● (some effort look) Semi-smudged, charcoal-rimmed eye liner and slightly-messy-smoky eyes ● (party look) burnt red lips and barely-there shadow
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: basic earlobe piercings ● She has a dagger on the side of her stomach in front of poppies. Imagine this but on a small scale. Penelope isn't one for tattoos, but she felt this one was necessary.

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Personality Traits

Intelligent ● Sharp, witty demeanor ● Detail oriented ● Empathetic ● Passionate ● Faithful ● Timid ● Skeptical ● Anxious ● On edge ● Insecure ● Clinically depressed ● Agoraphobic

Biography

Stagnation

How can you take away the power of painful memories when the radio noise replays the same things over and over again? If the waves of grief wasn't enough, imagine feeling unworthy to escape, letting the waves hit you again and again, being okay with this constant drowning feeling. Depression, anxiety, insecurity, and stress. These feelings defined Penelope James now. They were behind the wheel and they chose where she would go from here on out. They chose to sit still, in the middle of an intersection, the engine running but the emergency brake stuck.

She was stuck.

Was her life always like this? She feared stepping out of her house. She felt unwanted. Consumed by self hate and loneliness, yet, she tried to see reasons to not give up. One just one. All she needed was one thing to keep her from completely shattering and succumbing to her own darkness, like Charlie did. To wake up in the morning and tell herself this was not the day to join the dead of this cursed town that she clung to so dearly.

The answer to that is no. Penelope wasn't always like this. Penelope used to dream and smile. The anxious thoughts that have taken over her used to be distant, where she didn't need to surrender because the invisible anvil was still being held up, only applying small pressure to her chest. While lingering sadness has never left her since the beginning, Poppy could function and unlike others who grew up in the southside of Edenridge, she had a safe place to go home to and parents, for the most part, who didn't let their damage from their childhoods affect the way they cared for their children.

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Sly & Vicky

In the simplest of summaries of her parents' lives prior to them turning over a new leaf to build a life their families never prepared them for, Sylvester "Sly" James was beaten everyday by a marine veteran and was scrutinized by his patriotic (and redneck) family, who believed serving their country would change their circumstances. Even so, they lived on the wrong side of the tracks and never did change. Not really. It was all for show and doing service made them believe they were 'heroes'. Sly saw through their bullshit and became the black sheep of the family joining the Triple S squad at a young age. He did things he wasn't proud about but by nineteen, he got out, enrolling in the Boston Police Academy. That was all thanks to a girl across the street. Victoria Mooney. She saved him by simply existing and presently, he only has to deal with one family member from his past. His father stays in a retirement home and is considered senile.

As for Victoria, her family, The Mooneys, were an ordinary family, with ordinary lives, at least that's what it seemed on the surface. As a financial advisor, Francis Mooney could afford living in a better neighborhood, but for some reason, he chose to live in the southside. Turns out, the Mooneys were money launderers for a large drug cartel and if they tried to escape, they would all be killed. Greed took over the fractured family and their fates hung in the balance. That is until their schemes caught up with them and all of Victoria's family was sentenced to 20 years in prison, except for her. She was sent to foster care. That didn't last long because at age eighteen she found herself pregnant and was quick to move in with Sly. The father of her child. As for the Mooneys' demise, Victoria never did visit them in prison and as the only one under the witness protection program, she was and is safe from the threats her family signed up for.

Her family never did make it out of prison.

Shortly after the in-love couple moved in with one another, they decided to have children two years apart, striving to grow their family, while building their lives together. It took a lot of hard work, dedication, and support from their neighbors, but eventually, they made a family they were happy to call their own and became two prominent faces — born, raised, and forever living in the southside.

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The Life of Poppy

When did Penelope start needing anti-depressants? Was it when she was three and she watched her father barricade the door from a screaming man who demanded to see his grandchildren? Was it when she was five and at the park kids tried to look under her sister's skirt? How about when she was in third grade and she was booed when she gave a presentation and her peers chanted 'narc'? There was also that time she and her sister stood up all night watching the news waiting for their father to come home, hoping he didn't get caught in the crossfire of an organized gang fight. There could be so many reasons why she has a lingering sadness, but maybe, the reason wasn't complex. Maybe the reason was as simple as not being as beautiful, as pure, as perfect, as her sister, who seemed to be everything and more.

Although Poppy lives in a safe environment in South Boston, the Southside will always have an atmosphere that can either make you or break you. The reason why Southies can push their differences aside and come through when they need to is because they all think to survive. That includes the James family, who has a man with a badge that gives him and his family better circumstances.

In time, their peers stopped thinking of the James' sisters as narcs. There were a few kids that crept in, pushing their biased feelings aside to get to know the James family better. These kids discovered that Sly wasn't a bad cop. Actually, he came from humble beginnings like them and so, they vowed to protect these girls who seemed to find danger wherever they went. A couple of these kids were Charlie Decker, Mordechai "Decky" Boaz, and Jade Taylor. For example, Jade wasn't part of the crowd that bullied Max and Poppy, but she was a bystander until she knew she could stand up for them.

Regardless of the rough start of friendship and even with the messes they got into, the kids on the block had each other's back and that's what really mattered. By the end of middle school, around the time of Decky's juvie sentence, Maxine started blossoming and drifted to a new crowd. She never did fully fit in with those in Poppy's year and that probably was because she was more polished than them. That was fine though and Poppy was glad that her sister found her crowd.

High school was a bigger beast than Poppy anticipated and everything that could go wrong, did. Bad things happened in Edenridge, she knew that, but even worse things happened while she attended Edenridge High. The Southies started drifting apart. Yes, they would always be there for one another, but the school across the tracks was big. Decky and Charlie were constantly caught up with "business". Jade made new friends. Decky found Lanie. Alison Davies died. Rumors spread like wildfire. Her sister "committed suicide". She did NOT commit suicide. People seemed to forget about Max and never stopped talking about Alison. Poppy was saved by Charlie, literally. Charlie and Decky got jumped out, causing Poppy to breakdown in front of them. Charlie was falling deeper and deeper into depression. Poppy was growing increasingly lonely and jealous, as Charlie erratically pushed her way, pulled her in, turned hot and turned cold. Charlie snapped. Charlie killed Danny, Decky's little brother and someone she grew to love simply by the amount of time she spent with him. Charlie hurt people he cared about. Charlie lost himself and was shot by her father, in front of her.

Charlie was dead.

To say high school was shit is a severe understatement. As a result? She has been diagnosed with agoraphobia, among other things, and is absolutely afraid to move forward.

Please read the family section to see what she is doing presently.

Family

• Father ● Sylvester Samson James "Sly" ● Age: 41 ● FC: Enver Gjokaj ● Police Lieutenant II, Officer-in-Charge of the Juvenile Division, serving for 22 years and counting. Sly is considering changing his police career path, potentially becoming a training officer. He would love to become a role model to young cops, but ultimately this new aspiration is because he's tired. He once thought he would change departments to the Organized Crime & Vice division but after he brought down Charlie Decker he's been strongly thinking he needs a change in pace (something not as hard hitting and heavy).
• UNKNOWN: Maxine's biological father -- Craig "Striker" Royce ● Age: 37 ● FC: Brett Goldstein ● Professional football (soccer) player, former southie serpent and lover to Victoria Mooney
• Mother ● Victoria Marie James "Vicky" ● Age: 37 ● FC: Hayley Atwell ● Owner of Well Loved Wonders, a thrift store where products you find are pre-owned, but in a loving way. Since Charlie's passing, Vicky has vowed to take care of Rhonda Decker, who suffered from a couple of medical conditions, and help her heal from the trauma she gained from her son's actions. Vicky isn't as present at her shop nowadays, but she has a wonderful, dedicated staff to pick up the pieces, and thankfully, there will always be a need for affordable secondhand owned clothing, furniture, and other goods. Due to the crime rate escalating in Boston, Sly has been taking on double shifts consistently. Although Vicky has healing to do herself, she is doing her best for the people around her, like reintroducing her daughter to society, slowly but surely.
• Sister, deceased ● Maxine Harper James "Max" ● Would be 20, passed away at age 16. ● FC: Marilyn Lima ● Both Poppy and Max were enrolled in pre-k one year earlier than the rest of their year. Both showed promise when they were small, but one daughter developed faster socially and emotionally, while the other, cognitively. If Max was the moon, Poppy would be the surrounding night. Maxine had a compassionate and generous soul, using all her power and will to be part of her community and inspire kids in her neighborhood to believe in themselves. Blossoming into a beautiful woman, but never one to become a popular kid, Maxine knew where she stood in the ladder and didn't care. She was the daughter of a cop and was considered a 'goody two shoes'. Not bad enough for a Southie. Not high spirted enough to be a cheerleader. Religiously, she kept up with the news and found a conviction of becoming a teacher. Originally, she wanted to be a lawyer but she knew by the time she would defend a kid in a courtroom, the battle would've already been lost. So, Maxine decided on English hoping to help her peers explore their personal experiences, be empathetic to other's journeys, and embrace their own stories. With these beliefs, she felt like not only would kids find stories they connected with to help them grow, but also they would be able to express themselves and have faith in their potential. She believed, and perhaps she got this from her father, that the real fight happens in a classroom. That is until her junior year. After Alison OD'd, Max carried that weight with her wherever she went and although she wasn't in her sister's class, she saw the pain and that pain hurt. Not too far after that, Maxine was found dead in her car, in the parking lot of the Boston Convention & Exhibition Center. Her case was not only overshadowed by Alison's death, but speedily closed and reported as a suicide.
• Penelope Beth James “Poppy” ● Part-time at the backend of Cafe Rochambeau ● Earning credits toward architectural history online, but she knows she needs to participate in hands-on studio courses and workshops to become a licensed architect. She wanted to go to Cornell University originally, but that fell through because, well, senior year. She needs time to convince herself to pursue her original dreams, but it is incredibly hard and might not be her dream anymore.

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Misc.

FC: India Eisley | fe6f5e

• Random hobbies: going to the range with her dad, jigsaw puzzles, reading in general, learning/studying history & language, and studying nature.
• Used her family's old video camera to capture moments with her friends growing up and finds herself watching clips brainlessly of the good times.
• Works at Cafe Rochambeau.
• Has weekly therapy sessions with Shannon Ramsey.
• Multilingual. She has some understanding of a few languages, although her ability to speak and write these languages varies to a considerable degree. Some of the languages she has studied are the main romance languages: French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian.
• Started smoking a year ago.
• Before Charlie passed, he sent her a copy of his novel but... she's never opened it. It is in her desk drawer.

Character mood songs: Sad Song by We The Kings (Charlie & Poppy friendship) | Would Anyone Care by Citizen Soldier | Here With Me by Marshmello FT. CHVRCHES | Agoraphobic by CORPSE Husband

TW: Dark topics mentioned in backstory and family sections.

Edenridge

@BrutalBx@Venus I'm crashing now lol.

Penelope James ● TW Mentions: Violence, Depression, Suicide, Trauma, Loss, Abuse

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Name

Penelope Beth James

Nicknames

Poppy ● Penny ● Pen ● PJ ● PB&J

Age

18 (parents enrolled her in school a year earlier)

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Demiromantic

Relationship Status

Single, heartbroken, lost

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Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown ● Naturally wavy ● As of late, unkempt and down. Sometimes in a messy ponytail. She used to put more effort in her hair. Whether straightened or stylized in a half up-do or a cute ponytail/bun, Poppy used to try to look semi-pretty. Really, for one reason and one reason only. She wanted a certain someone to notice her romantically.
• Eyes: Green
• Height: 5'3"
• Body Type: Slim
• Clothing Style: Grunge casual & 'fuck it' style ● Messy hair, careless makeup, chockers, rings, flannel shirts, vintage items, floral dresses, combat boots ● big shirts, big hoodies, jeans, sneakers ● she does own some business casual and prep, but it is all hammy downs from her late sister.
  
  Noteworthy item on her person: Teardrop necklace with a little bit of her sister's ashes in it.
  Post First Day of Senior Year Incident: Ever since she's been diagnosed with agoraphobia, she walks out the house to do errands wearing a facemask and one of Charlie's hoodies. If she is going to work, she still wears a facemask, but puts a little more effort (minimal) to look presentable.
• Makeup Wise: Three types of grudge styles - (lazy look) Nonchalant natural make up to conceal her dark circles ● (some effort look) Semi-smudged, charcoal-rimmed eye liner and slightly-messy-smoky eyes ● (party look) burnt red lips and barely-there shadow
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: basic earlobe piercings ● She has a dagger on her shoulder blade in front of poppies (and thorns). Imagine this but on a small scale. Penelope isn't one for tattoos, but she felt this one was necessary.

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Personality Traits

Intelligent ● Sharp, witty demeanor ● Detail oriented ● Empathetic ● Passionate ● Faithful ● Timid ● Skeptical ● Anxious ● On edge ● Insecure ● Clinically depressed ● Agoraphobic

Biography

Stagnation

How can you take away the power of painful memories when the radio noise replays the same things over and over again? If the waves of grief wasn't enough, imagine feeling unworthy to escape, letting the waves hit you again and again, being okay with this constant drowning feeling. Depression, anxiety, insecurity, and stress. These feelings defined Penelope James now. They were behind the wheel and they chose where she would go from here on out. They chose to sit still, in the middle of an intersection, the engine running but the emergency brake stuck.

She was stuck.

Was her life always like this? She feared stepping out of her house. She felt unwanted. Consumed by self hate and loneliness, yet, she tried to see reasons to not give up. One just one. All she needed was one thing to keep her from completely shattering and succumbing to her own darkness, like Charlie did. To wake up in the morning and tell herself this was not the day to join the dead of this cursed town that she clung to so dearly.

The answer to that is no. Penelope wasn't always like this. Penelope used to dream and smile. The anxious thoughts that have taken over her used to be distant, where she didn't need to surrender because the invisible anvil was still being held up, only applying small pressure to her chest. While lingering sadness has never left her since the beginning, Poppy could function and unlike others who grew up in the southside of Edenridge, she had a safe place to go home to and parents, for the most part, who didn't let their damage from their childhoods affect the way they cared for their children.

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Sly & Vicky

In the simplest of summaries of her parents' lives prior to them turning over a new leaf to build a life their families never prepared them for, Sylvester "Sly" James was beaten everyday by a marine veteran and was scrutinized by his patriotic (and redneck) family, who believed serving their country would change their circumstances. Even so, they lived on the wrong side of the tracks and never did change. Not really. It was all for show and doing service made them believe they were 'heroes'. Sly saw through their bullshit and became the black sheep of the family joining the Triple S squad at a young age. He did things he wasn't proud about but by nineteen, he got out, enrolling in the Boston Police Academy. That was all thanks to a girl across the street. Victoria Mooney. She saved him by simply existing and presently, he only has to deal with one family member from his past. His father stays in a retirement home and is considered senile.

As for Victoria, her family, The Mooneys, were an ordinary family, with ordinary lives, at least that's what it seemed on the surface. As a financial advisor, Francis Mooney could afford living in a better neighborhood, but for some reason, he chose to live in the southside. Turns out, the Mooneys were money launderers for a large drug cartel and if they tried to escape, they would all be killed. Greed took over the fractured family and their fates hung in the balance. That is until their schemes caught up with them and all of Victoria's family was sentenced to 20 years in prison, except for her. She was sent to foster care. That didn't last long because at age eighteen she found herself pregnant and was quick to move in with Sly. The father of her child. As for the Mooneys' demise, Victoria never did visit them in prison and as the only one under the witness protection program, she was and is safe from the threats her family signed up for.

Her family never did make it out of prison.

Shortly after the in-love couple moved in with one another, they decided to have back to back children, striving to grow their family, while building their lives together. It took a lot of hard work, dedication, and support from their neighbors, but eventually, they made a family they were happy to call their own and became two prominent faces — born, raised, and forever living in the southside.

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The Life of Poppy

When did Penelope start needing anti-depressants? Was it when she was three and she watched her father barricade the door from a screaming man who demanded to see his grandchildren? Was it when she was five and at the park kids tried to look under her sister's skirt? How about when she was in third grade and she was booed when she gave a presentation and her peers chanted 'narc'? There was also that time she and her sister stood up all night watching the news waiting for their father to come home, hoping he didn't get caught in the crossfire of an organized gang fight. There could be so many reasons why she has a lingering sadness, but maybe, the reason wasn't complex. Maybe the reason was as simple as not being as beautiful, as pure, as perfect, as her sister, who seemed to be everything and more.

Although Poppy lives in a safe environment in South Boston, the Southside will always have an atmosphere that can either make you or break you. The reason why Southies can push their differences aside and come through when they need to is because they all think to survive. That includes the James family, who has a man with a badge that gives him and his family better circumstances.

In time, their peers stopped thinking of the James' sisters as narcs. There were a few kids that crept in, pushing their biased feelings aside to get to know the James family better. These kids discovered that Sly wasn't a bad cop. Actually, he came from humble beginnings like them and so, they vowed to protect these girls who seemed to find danger wherever they went. A couple of these kids were Charlie Decker, Mordechai "Decky" Boaz, and Jade Taylor. For example, Jade wasn't part of the crowd that bullied Max and Poppy, but she was a bystander until she knew she could stand up for them.

Regardless of the rough start of friendship and even with the messes they got into, the kids on the block had each other's back and that's what really mattered. By the end of middle school, around the time of Decky's juvie sentence, Maxine started blossoming and drifted to a new crowd. She never did fully fit in with those in Poppy's year and that probably was because she was more polished than them. That was fine though and Poppy was glad that her sister found her crowd.

High school was a bigger beast than Poppy anticipated and everything that could go wrong, did. Bad things happened in Edenridge, she knew that, but even worse things happened while she attended Edenridge High. The Southies started drifting apart. Yes, they would always be there for one another, but the school across the tracks was big. Decky and Charlie were constantly caught up with "business". Jade made new friends. Decky found Lanie. Alison Davies died. Rumors spread like wildfire. Her sister "committed suicide". She did NOT commit suicide. People seemed to forget about Max and never stopped talking about Alison. Poppy was saved by Charlie, literally. Charlie and Decky got jumped out, causing Poppy to breakdown in front of them. Charlie was falling deeper and deeper into depression. Poppy was growing increasingly lonely and jealous, as Charlie erratically pushed her way, pulled her in, turned hot and turned cold. Charlie snapped. Charlie killed Danny, Decky's little brother and someone she grew to love simply by the amount of time she spent with him. Charlie hurt people he cared about. Charlie lost himself and was shot by her father, in front of her.

Charlie was dead.

To say high school was shit is a severe understatement. As a result? She has been diagnosed with agoraphobia, among other things, and is absolutely afraid to move forward.

Please read the family section to see what she is doing presently.

Family

• Father ● Sylvester Samson James "Sly" ● Age: 41 ● FC: Enver Gjokaj ● Police Lieutenant II, Officer-in-Charge of the Juvenile Division, serving for 22 years and counting. Sly is considering changing his police career path, potentially becoming a training officer. He would love to become a role model to young cops, but ultimately this new aspiration is because he's tired. He once thought he would change departments to the Organized Crime & Vice division but after he brought down Charlie Decker he's been strongly thinking he needs a change in pace (something not as hard hitting and heavy).
• Mother ● Victoria Marie James "Vicky" ● Age: 37 ● FC: Emma Appleton ● Owner of Well Loved Wonders, a thrift store where products you find are pre-owned, but in a loving way. Since Charlie's passing, Vicky has vowed to take care of Rhonda Decker, who suffered from a couple of medical conditions, and help her heal from the trauma she gained from her son's actions. Vicky isn't as present at her shop nowadays, but she has a wonderful, dedicated staff to pick up the pieces, and thankfully, there will always be a need for affordable secondhand owned clothing, furniture, and other goods. Due to the crime rate escalating in Boston, Sly has been taking on double shifts consistently. Although Vicky has healing to do herself, she is doing her best for the people around her, like reintroducing her daughter to society, slowly but surely.
• Sister, deceased ● Maxine Harper James "Max" ● Would be 19, passed away at age 16. ● FC: Alba Gaia Bellugi ● Both Poppy and Max were enrolled in pre-k one year earlier than the rest of their year. Both showed promise when they were small, but one daughter developed faster socially and emotionally, while the other, cognitively. If Max was the moon, Poppy would be the surrounding night. Maxine had a compassionate and generous soul, using all her power and will to be part of her community and make kids in her neighborhood believe in themselves. Blossoming into a beautiful woman, but never one to become a popular kid, Maxine knew where she stood in the ladder and didn't care. She was the daughter of a cop and was considered a 'goody two shoes'. Not bad enough for a Southie. Not high spirted enough to be a cheerleader. Religiously, she kept up with the news and found a conviction of becoming a teacher. Originally, she wanted to be a lawyer but she knew by the time she would defend a kid in a courtroom, the battle would've already been lost. So, Maxine decided on English hoping to help her peers explore their personal experiences, be empathetic to other's journeys, and embrace their own stories. With these beliefs, she felt like not only would kids find stories they connected with to help them grow, but also inspire them to express themselves and have faith in their potential. She believed, and perhaps she got this from her father, that the real fight happens in a classroom. That is until her junior year. After Alison OD'd, Max carried that weight with her wherever she went and although she wasn't in her sister's class, she saw the pain and that pain hurt. Not too far after that, Maxine was found dead in her car, in the parking lot of the Boston Convention & Exhibition Center. Her case was not only overshadowed by Alison's death, but speedily closed and reported as a suicide.
• Penelope Beth James “Poppy” ● Part-time at the backend of Cafe Rochambeau ● Earning credits toward architectural history online, but she knows she needs to participate in hands-on studio courses and workshops to become a licensed architect. She wanted to go to Cornell University originally, but that fell through because, well, senior year. She needs time to convince herself to pursue her original dreams, but it is incredibly hard and might not be her dream anymore.

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Misc.

FC: India Eisley | fe6f5e

• An artist who fancies realism. She draws buildings and portraits of people.
• She owns an outdated camera to take pictures of buildings and people.
• Random hobbies that aren't architect-related that she enjoys: cross-stitching, jigsaw puzzles, reading in general, learning/studying history & language, and letterboxing.
• A non-fiction kind of girl, but because of Max and Charlie, she is attached to other literature genres, like poetry, coming-of-age, and American classics.
• Used her family's old video camera to capture moments with her friends growing up and finds herself watching clips brainlessly of the good times.
• Her room is an absolute mess. Sketchbooks mixed with her clothes. Soda cans and other trash.
• Prior to her job at Cafe Rochambeau, she has lost several. Her mother doesn't even want to provide work for her daughter because of how bad her social skills are now.
• Her therapist has given her an exercise where she records herself talking, like a verbal diary. Bare minimum once before her next therapy session, but ideally, daily. If she can't find herself able to speak her feelings then she is suggested to turn to writing.
• Multilingual. She has some understanding of a few languages, although her ability to speak and write these languages varies to a considerable degree. Some of the languages she has studied are the main romance languages: French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian.
• Started smoking a year ago.
• Before Charlie passed, he sent her a copy of his novel but... she's never opened it. It is in her desk drawer.

Character mood songs: Sad Song by We The Kings (Charlie & Poppy friendship) | Would Anyone Care by Citizen Soldier | Here With Me by Marshmello FT. CHVRCHES | Agoraphobic by CORPSE Husband

Rosefell High.

"Everyone that's ANYONE is going to be at this party!" In a New York Rangers hoodie, booty shorts, and her hair wet from just getting out the shower, Beatrix screeched in protest at all who were in the Kingsley Estate and their whole goddamn neighborhood. She stood at the arch of the living room near her brother, Enemy Number One, who was watching a soccer game. Not too far from him, their parents were making their way to the front door to leave for a grand soiree, a dinner party, which likely involved tipping the scales to better her father's political position in Ohio.

"This isn't fair. All because he—" Trixie grumpily gestured toward the party pooper lounging on the couch. "—doesn't want to go, I can't?! Noah is there!"

With his phone resting on his chest, Marcos' deadpan gaze was glued to the moving picture on the screen, ignoring the background noise around him. Including the whiny brat he called his sister. For more reasons than one, he refused to go to this party. Richie wasn't around anymore and Aiden was distracted, which made the trio feel non-existent. Dead in the water. The Golden Boys were now shining on their own. For better or for worse, they were on different wavelengths. And Marcos? He was alone.

Loved for his looks but judged for his adolescence years, Marcos wanted to turn off his mind for one night. To not see a reminder of everything that was wrong with him and the reasons why he clearly wasn't perfect. This year his friends and him were supposed to make it their year, their bitch as Trixie had said. Yet, all he was presented with was grief, frustration, and hate. This week felt like some cruel punishment to remind him of the past he was trying to make amends for. But... without Richie, what was the point?

Rushing behind her parents, Trixie tried to block the door so they could give her a better explanation. The rule — if he doesn't go, you don't — was complete bullshit!

"Trixie, we said what we said." Isabel Kingsley turned to her husband, flattening the creases in his suit jacket. "You have an early morning anyways. I expect you to be ready by 7." Once she brought her attention to her daughter, her dark gaze scrutinizing her child's behavior, Isabel added, "There will be more parties, I'm sure." No longer giving her youngest the time of day, the matriarch of the Kingsley household opened the door, pulled her husband's coat sleeve, and with finality, she asserted, "We're going to be late."

"But..." Why did Marcos' word hold more value than her's in this family? She could take care of herself and still be ready when her mom expected her to be. It wasn't her fault he met ghosts of his past and wasn't having a good time. It wasn't her fault he was a terrible kid growing up. It wasn't her fault he was choosing to be a coward to avoid his problems. Why did she have to suffer because he sucked? "... I'm tired of being treated like a child. I can take care of myself."

"Enough." When her father finally spoke up, Trixie quickly silenced herself. Her eyes met with the floor when he finally acknowledged the situation. "We love you, princess, but this. We don't have time for this. Now," Pulling her daughter into an embrace, Richard kissed her forehead and gleamed at his baby girl, "Be good and Sunday you can choose where we go eat as a family, okay?"

Grumbling in her father's arms, Trixie muffled in his chest, "Okay."

"Aw come on, we can go shopping too! Weren't you raving about this new make up line?" It was clear the man of the house would've slipped a fifty in his daughter's hand and encouraged her to go to the party, if there wasn't a hawk watching them both. There were times he couldn't resist those puppy eyes. Even if he was protective of her, she was young. Lord knows he did some stupid things when he was her age.

Shortly after that, Isabel demanded to leave by simply saying her husband's name, "Richard." With that, Mr. and Mrs. Kinglsey bid goodbye to their children and they were gone.

Swiftly shifting her body to her brother, Trixie growled, still unhappy, but slightly validated by her father smiling at her before he left the building, "I hope you're happy."

Absentmindedly, Marcos checked his Instagram stories and snapchat to see if there were any updates, "I am. Thanks for asking." While he didn't care about going, he was still curious at the success and who would be in attendance. Glancing up from his phone when his sister growled in annoyance, Marcos watched the fiery tornado, full of adrenaline and yearning, rush up the stairs. Sluggishly, he yawned and went back to staring at his phone, having replayed a friend's snapchat story a couple times, having caught sight of his ex in the background.

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Beatrix was a smart girl so that tantrum was all an act and the moment she reached her room, closing the door behind her, she put on her Latin music playlist and started getting ready for the party. Swaying her hips from side to side, having already picked a casual denim ensemble and taken a shower, Trixie knew the main thing she needed to focus on was her hair and her make up. It didn't take much time until she was pleased with her look. Sending a snapchat to her best friend first, revealing that she was coming, she then opened up a message thread with an unnamed number.

Sorry for the wait.
Coming now!

Leaving her room, music still playing and lights on, Trixie tiptoed her way to the master bedroom and went to the main balcony. From a distance, she could see her savior. Without hesitation, she leapt off the ledge and grabbed ahold of a tree branch. Easing her way to the tree trunk, Trixie gradually made her way down the pear tree, dropping in front of the kitchen window.

Freezing in place, she saw her brother walk from the living room to the fridge, his back facing her. Stepping back, her foot cracked a branch in half, which caused her brother to turn and look outside. She was quick to shield herself with the tree. After counting the seconds in her head, she peaked to see her brother, who was now making himself cereal. Since he was distracted, she used this opportunity to silently scurry to the side gate. Instead of putting the code in to open it, she slipped her small frame between the bars and before she knew it she was running to a black SUV.

Finding herself in the passenger seat, buckling up, Trixie glanced over at the oh-so-handsome Winston that Miki called her Butler and had a moment where her heart indeed did skip a beat. It was unfair how hot this man was... "I can't thank you enough, Winston."

"It's no trouble at all, Ms. Kingsley," Winston said with a smile, starting the SUV up. As he drove off, Trixie had to take a moment to look away from him and fan herself. Well mannered, good looking, if only he was younger, then she would eagerly go after him.

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After waving Winston goodbye, thanking him once more for being amazing at his job and how she was so jealous of Miki for having him, Trixie turned to the party and became a girl on a mission. She was fashionably late and needed to catch up with everyone, but first... she decided to scout the party, see what it had to offer, and maybe, just maybe, see if she could find anyone she knew, especially Olivia. She could do without seeing Noah.

In a matter of minutes, Trixie found herself walking past the pool and looking around with impish excitement. There was so much going on already which made it hard for her to focus on one thing. There was a couple making out in the pool, people devouring burgers, a boy outjumping others in the bouncy house, and glowing lights everywhere.

This week was a wild ride, with a variety of interesting personalities, but it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. After the initial shock on the first day, Trixie started observing the community that Rosefell was. They felt like a family and she loved that. To be honest, this was a perfect way to end the week. A party that could connect the two worlds. Perhaps that was the optimist in her, but she wanted to believe this merge was going to be a good thing.

Having just missed her friends, Miki and Jackson, probably for the best because of the bitchfest that had just transpired, the short, very short (4'9"), Liberty High Junior shuffled her way through the crowd to the drink table where there was Mr. Goliath and what Trixie assumed was his lady. The self-proclaimed Queen. Both faces she recognized from this week. They were the popular kids of Rosefell and as someone who liked knowing things, especially a thing or two about the school she was getting transferred to, Trixie prioritized knowing the power players. Research was crucial in her desired field, but also needed to survive the thunderdome that was high school.

Clearly, there was tension radiating from these two. Hopefully, she wasn't interrupting something private, "Excuse me! Hi." The punch bowl was being blocked by the big guy and she didn't want to rudely reach over him or the woman that looked like she could claw just about anyone right now, "Is the punch good? I just got here so... I'm a bit behind." Completely and utterly sober kind of behind. "The name's Trixie. Well, Beatrix, really. I think you're Melissa, right? and you, DeShawn? Please correct me if I'm wrong! I think you both have some classes with my brother."

Paramount

_{Cole & Delaney Helmsley
@LovelyComplex & @Melissa Collaboration}
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The San Francisco skyline seemed to glisten in the mid-morning sun as the Helmsley siblings made their way up the coast for yet another year at Marble Heights Academy. Although their mother had insisted they take the jet to campus from their Beverly Hills abode, the two refused and opted to drive. They had sent the majority of their belongings ahead of them, which would be present upon their arrival at school, so all they needed to do was cruise from origin to destination.

Delaney sat in the passenger’s seat of Cole’s Black Dodge Challenger SRT Demon scrolling mindlessly on her phone as the engine hummed and music filled the rest of the silence that hung between them. Most of her feed was fellow classmates who had already gotten settled or were in the process of setting up in the brand new and shiny Oaklands high rise, which was making her more anxious about getting there and finding out who her suitemates would be. She wasn’t a fan of this random living situation bullshit, since she would have loved nothing more than to live with Addie, Annabelle, or Avery, but unfortunately for how much money they paid in tuition their requests weren’t taken into consideration. “Forging new friendships” her ass.

The brunette turned to her brother, who’s eyes were focused on the road. “Let’s place bets. How long will it take for my new roommates to get on my nerves? I’m gonna give it a week, but even that’s generous.” Delaney mused as she continued to watch her feed as they got off the highway.

“For you? I don’t think you’ll last a day,” Cole Helmsley took in the background noise of Go Flex by Post Malone, as his car breathed and ran on meditative bliss. The blacktop flow leading them to his final year at MHA and this, this drive? From Los Angeles to San Francisco was the beginning of the end for him. With purpose, the Helmsley heir smiled in the warmth of the sun ready to begin a new adventure at his home away from home.

Cole was aware after this year he would extensively work at his mother’s side to prepare for his birthright. He knew the responsibilities waiting for him after he grabbed his diploma and honestly? He was excited for that chapter. His mother would likely give him more time to ‘be young’ but to him, he lived free and happily for almost eighteen years. He didn’t want to waste anymore time and while he was young, he needed to make moves for him, for his family, and for their legacy. No time worth wasting. That’s why he did whatever he could to seek thrills and go wild before graduation.

He had the money and he made sure to use it. On the way, he found a sweet sense of freedom, he found lifelong friends, and he found honest love, even though that last one… he decided to let go. He knew he needed to let go. Now Cole was approaching the year he would transition from child to man. His boyfriend, while he adored him, and who was someone that matched him intellectually, could never be happy with him. Not truly.

Jamie would compare himself to the standards of the Helmsleys, which was not an easy obstacle. It could either make you or break you. Jamie would realize he could never be with someone who lives for a business. Someone forced to social climb, someone who has to topple the competition not as a choice but as an obligation, and someone who can’t give him constant time, energy, and attention. There needed to be a line of trust that Cole knew Jamie could not give, at least not right now.

Cole knew Jamie had his own ambitions and their ambitions wouldn’t align up. He had enough time to size Jamie up and saw something in him that he had in himself. A ruthless drive and a self-serving nature that would never accept being in the shadow of someone else. This didn’t mean Cole didn’t want a partner, but he knew that Jamie was not the one. It would be too messy and more effort than not to make it a possibility with higher probability. He needed someone that was helplessly in love with him and would compromise their future so they could work.

In Helmsley fashion, Cole made the decision for them both. To end things. To let Jamie Callaghan go because Cole refused to be the person to change Jamie’s future. Jamie had too much talent and potential, and perhaps this was his way of showing he cared, because he knew Jamie deserved better. He deserved the future he wanted and that just didn’t add up with Cole’s.

Breaking out of his train of thought, Cole glanced over to his sister and mischievously teased, “This is why I’m better than you. I’ve pulled some strings,” nodding his head to the music, he turned his gaze back to the road and disclosed, “It’s just me and Anna-banana this year. Perfect case scenario. No bullshit, no drama, just me and the best of us all.”

The girl tore her eyes away from her phone as her brother revealed his adjusted accommodations for the upcoming year. Here she was thinking that he’d be suffering the same fate as her, but of course, he had other plans- as always. “You’re kidding me.” Delaney’s face contorted into one of pure disbelief. “So you and Annabelle are going to be living like kings in a dorm made for four and you're throwing me to the dogs? Unbelievable…”

“You’ll be okay.”

She shook her head in disapproval, returning her gaze to her Instagram feed before voicing her next thought completely unfiltered. “‘Does Jamie know about this little plan of yours? I’m sure he’s thrilled- he’ll be able to stay over as many nights as he wants to and not need to worry about bothering your roommates.”

“I’m sure after today Jamie won’t care,” sighing to himself, Cole knew his sister would press on for details. She was nosy like that. Rather than waste either of their time and drawing out his response, he added, “I’m breaking up with him, Lainey.” Knowing Delaney, she would assume the worst of her brother, like he already found another piece of meat and was discarding Jamie like trash. This wasn’t the case and quite frankly, he didn’t need to explain himself to her, only for her to give him grief when she hasn’t held a long term relationship; her longest being three months. “No bullshit. No drama. No dating.”

The brunette raised an eyebrow, putting down her phone in order to give full attention to her brother and the situation. She was a little shocked, seeing as how Cole and Jamie had been going pretty hot and heavy since the spring, but if she were being truly honest with herself, the girl knew that her brother was focusing on the long haul as opposed to the short term. “And you waited until the first day of school to do this because?...” Delaney begged the question, wondering why if her brother knew where his intentions lay that he didn’t end things before the beginning of the semester.

There was never a right time to break up with someone. If Cole did it before the summer, Jamie had his family sure, but what other distractions? This was a new year full of new adventures and a new chapter to be written. More importantly though? Jamie had his newspaper club to keep him occupied and he had his friends. Sometimes friends were better than family, but if Jamie did need support from family, Katie wouldn’t be too far away. Just in the auditorium, being a goddamn diva.

Shrugging, Cole shifted to the right lane and unhesitantly answered, “Because I wasn’t ready to let him go. How about you? You haven’t told me anything interesting in a minute. The life of Delaney Helmsley isn’t this boring. You got fuck buddies? An eye sore? Someone you want to stab with a pencil?”

“Don’t you dare try and flip this on me, Coco.” Del accused boldly, her lips settling into a thin line as her brother attempted to deflect. He had a knack for avoiding problems and things weighing on his heart like the back of his hand, which made it difficult to get to the bottom of how he was truly feeling sometimes. But the brunette knew that if this was truly hurting him, he’d tell her, so she went along with his ploy and appeased him. “But since you asked…” Delaney took the free moment as they reached the topic to check her phone and see if she had any new messages, and when her notifications returned blank, she continued. “There is this one guy- the one I hooked up with at the end of last semester- but he is no eye sore or shockingly not someone I’d like to stab with a pencil.”

“So what you’re saying is you’re going to hook up with him again,” Clearly if this ‘one guy’ was worth bringing up in conversation, she was likely thinking about going for seconds, or thirds, or whatever number she was on. With Del, one could never truly know. She was a Helmsley and a teenager, so he had a hunch there was more to her life than she was willing to disclose. “And don’t call me that. You know I hate that.”

“I’m not saying anything!” Delaney blurted.

“Yeah, definitely going to fuck him again.”

“COLE!” The brunette reprimanded, dissolving into a somewhat anxious laugh. As much as she wanted to disclose to her brother about how she was feeling, this situation was a little bit… different. The guy in question wasn’t necessarily someone who her brother would approve of, nor someone who anyone would really give the thumbs up to. Lincoln Darby had a reputation, one that preceded him and definitely left a lasting impression. Even though he and Del weren’t anything serious as of the current moment, if her brother caught wind of the fact that she was getting involved with Marble Heights’ notorious bad boy, there would be no getting serious at all.

“What I’m trying to say is that I have no expectations and I am just going to see where it goes.”

“Huh.” This was a first for his sister. Raising an eyebrow, Cole pensively stared ahead, intentionally going silent. Whoever caught his sister’s eyes knew what they were doing. It was hard to catch a girl on fire, but maybe… she met her match. The thought of Del dating someone for a year or more did feel weird but if the lover was worth it, worth the fight, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of a Delaney tamer. Then again, her long list of past lovers were horrible and his faith was low.

Still, he wouldn’t press. He’d wait it out, maybe look into it himself. However, right now he didn’t care enough to do so. It didn’t seem too serious, yet. Plus, he had a lot on his plate, like to break up with the editor-in-chief of the GGG. Changing the subject, he gestured ahead of them, “Look.” They were on the side roads, heading near their school. From where they were, they could see the new high rise dorm buildings.

Thankful for the switch in topic, the corners of Delaney’s mouth turned up into a grin at the sight of campus looming in the distance. The drive from Los Angeles had been long and the girl was looking forward to finally being back at school and seeing her friends. Pulling out her phone and opening Snapchat, she clicked a picture and sent it to both Addie and Avery, indicating that the Helmsley siblings were nearly there. “Thank god.” She breathed, not referencing anything in particular, but just happy to have arrived.

The rest of the car ride music filled the silence between the siblings. Cole had turned up the music, returning to meditating before the inevitable task he needed to do. His sister went back to her phone and he enjoyed the ending of his joy ride. Going straight in front of the entrance, he pulled up to let his sister out without having to walk much to her destination. Before he let her walkaway, he studied her face and insisted, “Lainey,” he intensely locked his green-blue eyes with her brown, in an unnerving kind of way, “No bullshit. No drama. Whatever you don’t tell me, I will find out. I always do.”

Delaney smirked devilishly. Cole’s warning didn’t really phase her, as much as he tried to, so she simply batted her eyelashes in return. “Scout’s honor.” She playfully brought her index and middle finger to her temple, saluting like a child would with a sash of badges. “Have fun breaking Jamie’s heart, Coco.”

“You’re full of shit,” As he eased on the gas, he chuckled and teasingly retorted back, “Have fun with your roommates.” Right before he went out of sight, he winked at his adorable sister that he loved to hate and then went off to take care of business. Driving to the parking lot, behind the building, he dialed Jamie’s number. Putting his car in park, he listened to the callback ringtone, patiently humming to it, as he waited. Seemingly, Cole was relaxed.

The girl groaned as her brother’s car disappeared down the road, remembering again that she was about to meet her random roommates for the year who she may or may not kill on first glance. She exhaled audibly, “This is bullshit.” Delaney murmured, walking into the Oaklands building.

Rosefell High.

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Rosefell High.

@HaleyTheRandom@Melissa@Hedgehawk

Trixie Kingsley ♦ Liberty High

Name

Beatrix Julieta Kingsley

Nickames

Trixie

Age

17, 07/23

Gender

F

Sexuality

"I'm straight but that doesn't mean I wouldn't kiss a girl. I have, actually."

Relationship Status

"Ha. Don't even think about it."

Label

Marcos' little sister | Prep | Popular | Powerhouse

Appearance Details

• Hair: Naturally black; currently with brown and blonde highlights (example) | Long & Wavy | She usually stylizes it in a down-do, but every so often she has an up-do or a partial up-do.
• Eyes: Brown | Wears steel blue contacts occasionally to enhance her look
• Height: 4'11"
• Body Type: Athletic & Petite
• Clothing Style: Like her mother and aunt, Trixie is a trendy fashionista, dressing in a way that flatters her form and personality. She knows how to be sophisticated and sexy, elegant and chic, but she also knows when to be comfortable and cute, sporting luxury athletic wear. Her fashion style is constantly evolving and changing with the times, as she not only stays up-to-date with the latest in fashion but she takes it upon herself to reinvent her wardrobe as many times as the seasons change.
• Makeup Wise: Example 1, Example 2, Example 3, Example 4; She doesn't have a preference, she just goes out of her way to look good. Add some shimmer, smoke, and long eyelashes. Boom, picture perfect.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Standard earlobe piercing and with her parents' consent, she has an inner lobe piercing. When she turns 18, she wants another inner lobe, two industrial, and a belly button piercing.

Personality Traits

Outspoken ♦ Decisive ♦ Assertive ♦ Enterprising ♦ Success-orientated ♦ Empowered ♦ Investigative ♦ Empathetic ♦ Headstrong ♦ Argumentative ♦ Bossy ♦ Know-it-all ♦ Inviting

Biography

When you have four older brothers not only do you have four protectors, not including your father, but you have four males to keep up with and compete with. Before Trixie blossomed into the beautiful lady Liberty High has come to know and love, she was a girl who hid her lack of confidence behind aggression. She was raised to keep up appearances and be picture perfect. However, when you have four brothers who either leave you behind to play something 'aggressive' or helicopter your every move so you can never get a date even if you wanted to, you get mad, throw tantrums, and fight sometimes.

Isabel Kingsley, her mother, got her daughter involved in the community to avoid the chance of Trixie becoming something she would regret. Isabel knew exactly where that anger came from, the apple didn't fall far from the tree, and since she knew where it came from, she wanted to make sure her daughter had the tools to manage said anger. Throughout most of her childhood, Trixie explored many hobbies which helped make her a strong leader, a go-getter, and a blossoming, beautiful flower. In addition to that, it trained her to be delightful conversationalist, while giving her outlets to channel that anger. Whenever her mother got the chance, she made sure Trixie was out doing something. Side effects? Presently, Trixie is restless and keeps herself busy until she inevitably passes out. Seeking more and never settling for less. An endless cycle of never being content with herself and where she is in the moment.

During the time Isabel searched for interests her daughter could be passionate about, along with investing in her sons' futures, Trixie's dad, Richard Kingsley, appeared to have incredibly high expectations and doting adoration for his princess, tomboy or lady. He challenged her to constantly consider her image to avoid scandals and drama, and that is when she started studying the beautiful, dirty, and rich people, and finding a love for writing (gossip, news, and the like). Richard spoiled his daughter to bits but that wouldn't change his way of parenting, which was to raise winners, visionaries, and leaders. Kingsleys were and will always be unstoppable, unbreakable, and unwavering. She would play to win doing whatever it took to make her father proud. At least, that is what she tells herself. That is what all her siblings tell themselves.

These standards influenced Trixie's behavior in middle school. In sixth grade, her body started pleasantly growing in all the right places and her classmates no longer viewed her as a tomboy but as one of the pretty girls. Middle school was when she decided to have a new outlook in life, placing herself centerstage beside her best friend, Olivia Howard. Together, Trixie and Livs would gain praise, with little to no effort. Simply by existing and having an edge over any other girl in their class, they were dominating in this game of popularity. The two friends were (and still are) triple threats. Beauty, brains, and personality. The only thing that has changed through the years is they got even better at strutting their influence, confidence, and power.

Trixie has grasped the known truth that she will never be in the shadows of her brothers because she is the only Kingsley princess and that makes her special. Truth be told, she is more nervous than she should be about this sudden merge, but Marcos needs her support. She'd also hate herself if she let Olivia down, leaving her friend to deal with this merge by herself. How hard can this really be? It's just a school with... limited resources. It's fine. This will be fine. Soon enough, Trixie will be a leading figure of her class once more. This is only a mere obstacle and if she has Olivia, she will be okay.

Family

Look at Marcos' sheet.

Misc.

FC: Becky G | 15603A

• her husky, Atlas.
• will run for junior representative of student council
• needs to figure out how to make Rosefell's newspaper club... worth her time.
• there isn't any debate club here either (wow)
• passion: journalism
• hobbies: ice skating/hockey, boxing, Latin & ballroom dance (Bachata & Viennese waltz are her top), equestrian
• had an epic Quinceanera, where both Liv and Miki were in her court of honor. She invited the Crème de la Crème of Liberty High.
• frequents Evermore Flowers florist shop because flowers and gardens is where she finds the most peace.
• she enjoys joy rides in other people's cars (she actually doesn't like to drive)
• loves, loves, loves little cakes and her favorite flower is a lily.
• finds the sound of a vintage typewriter calming and does own one for aesthetics.
• more often than not she's fallen asleep outside under the stars.
• keeps up with current events and actually enjoys reading the newspaper when she's eating breakfast.
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Rosefell High.

In the grand music room, Caspian Grey, now dressed in all black, no longer finding a need to brighten up his appearance since he was in the comfort of his barren, empty, and cold estate, studied the harp and its vacant seat. He sat in his designated area, across from it, letting his own graceful instrument rest between his knees. A deep resounding hum filled the room, as he dragged his bow on the strings. He was the only breathing thing in this room, in the whole Grey Manor even. Aside from the butler and maid, the rest were inanimate objects that couldn’t talk or tell him everything was going to be okay.

To break the silence, he played music. While his mood wanted to play something dark, due to the constant, lingering force pressing him down, the anvil on his chest, he decided against his negativity and let hope drive his left-hand fingers that danced at the top. In tandem, his right hand moved back and forth, working together to create the sound of beautiful Silver Linings. Thinking back of the events of today, how the WSYX ABC 6 news cast utilized his tip to disclose the merge to the public, his continued observations of the sad state of the school (but the potential it had to be something beautiful), and his talk with Alina, which ultimately led to his talk with Niki.

Niki.

Caspian couldn’t say if he and them were on better terms or not. If issues had been resolved, he would know, but he was relieved he approached them, at least. Niki didn’t stay long enough to give him much of a chance to explain himself, but it was still progress. It was the first time Niki ever yelled at him like that, which shows they cared, and now he knows why they were hurt. "And if you seriously are trying to tell me that you don't remember saying any of that. Honey, I think you might need even more therapy than me."

His memory was spotty and unfortunately, he couldn’t remember last semester well. He remembered he was worried about Niki and how they didn’t keep in contact with him as much as he’d prefer, but after that? He didn’t remember the guy Niki mentioned. The guy that said things Cas did not know he was capable of saying. A side of him that shouldn’t exist, but was apparently buried deep. A side that felt like the person his father wanted him to be. The man he deliberately tries to not be.

Sighing to himself, Caspian knew what he needed to do, but part of him was scared to tell his therapist that he thought there was more to his problem than anger. That there was a part of him he knew nothing about and was scared to know anything about. For now, he would immerse himself in his music and not think of the future or the past.

Somewhere in him felt like his sister was playing with her harp, the one she is permitted to travel with (they have an instrument for the mansion and one for orchestra) in her new school, along with him. He missed her. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to be with her because in these moments she would know just what to say. She would know how to push him in the direction he needed to go to feel content with himself. He hated how human he felt sometimes. Part of him wished he did become the monster that his father wanted him to be, but he knew if he succumbed to that darkness, he would never be able to change the Grey legacy for the better. The family portrait, while seemingly perfect on the outside, was peeling and needed to be restored, or better yet, renewed.

As he sailed at sea with his music, his eyes closed and the sound waves enveloped every fiber of his being, becoming one with his soul. He could feel his phone vibrate in his pant’s pocket, and yet, he needed this moment to himself before letting the reality of the world crash into him again. Before checking his phone, he let the gentle repose offer him that gateway of reflection. When he opened his eyes and his ode to himself concluded, as if he dropped the anchor and took a second to breathe in the calm of his surroundings, Caspian could see his sister’s smile, encouraging him to just keep swimming.

After breathing in, and out, he reached into his pocket to see who had texted him. To his surprise, it was none of his close friends. Instead, it was Christian. Someone he considered a friendly acquaintance, who so happens to think about even the quiet people of Liberty High. It seems that Christian wanted to see if he’d be attending the first party of the year.

Hesitant, Caspian sat still and deeply stared at the message, wondering if he should or should not go. You don’t expect to get Callie back with that attitude, do you? Go. She’d want you to. Grimacing to himself, he argued with the voice inside of his head, Me going wouldn’t make a difference. I don’t do well at parties. Not without her. Who would even notice me? Most of my friends need space or are preoccupied. Shaking his head, he continued to think to himself, Do you really think you’ll help this school with that attitude? Stop relying on Callie. You need to do this for yourself.

Leaning back in his seat, listening to both the angel and the devil on his shoulders, Caspian closed his eyes, taking in the pros and the cons, coming to a decision.

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The Boys had went their separate ways and Spike was deliberately going out of his way to not be seen by Christian and Eleazar. He wasn't ready to work his night away at the grill. They should've just ordered pizza. Yeah, he loved burgers, but pizza meant he didn't' have to work. Going straight to the table with the glowy shit, Spike was quick to accessorize. Glasses that glowed, check. Necklaces that glowed, check. A lightsaber that lit up this world, fuck yeah check! Looking around him, Spike sneaked a second lightsaber and then rushed outside to be a kid.

The school mascot took time to appreciate the scenery (girls, girls were the scenery) and then exited the back door, only to immediately jump in the nearest bush when he saw the grill station. His eyes went from the boy behind the grill to a sight he didn't expect to see... a bouncy house. Tensing up, Spike recalled his dream earlier this week, which now felt like an awful premonition or some shit. "Open your eyes," Minty had said. In the beginning of the week, he would think those words would mean open your eyes and see that I love you more than any other guy. But now? She was gone. She just up and left, pushed him away, and now he knows exactly what his dream meant. Minty and him could never be. She didn't care for him. Not like he did for her.

Clenching his hold on one of the lightsabers, Spike bit the inside of his cheek. Not tonight. He wasn't going to think about her tonight. They were never an item. They slept together for funsies. Nothing more, nothing less. Gallantly, he snuck around the many people of the party, going straight to the thing that triggered his emotions. The motherfucking bouncy house. If these lightsabers were actually real, he'd destroy this omen with a stab, and a jab, and a pow. Twirling his hands around, dual-wielding the swords, Spike pretended to be a jedi going in for the kill, looking completely badass and flexing his baton skills.

Only to jump (and yelp) when he saw something move in the corner of his eyes, coming from the woods that led to the lake. When did that kid get there?! A boy wearing all black with the palest of skins and prominent dark circles leaned against a tree. It was clear he didn't want to be noticed, keeping to himself and away from the crowd's eyes, while he smoked. His expression was hard to read, but his reaction of taking the cigarette out of his lips and letting the natural air extinguish it, revealed to Spike that this boy didn't like this nasty habit but needed it for one reason or another.

Awkwardly standing up, putting the lightsabers behind his back, kind of embarrassed for some reason, Spike watched the boy glide to the garbage to dispose of his cigarette, "...Liberty?" Of course he was a Liberty kid, Spike. You know basically everyone and you clearly do not know this kid. Honestly? This kid reminded him of... hm, what was he thinking about?

"Yes, what gave it away?" Making his way to the ball of energy, Caspian broke the distance between them, to introduce himself.

"Uh, probably the pants. Nice pants like that don't last too long here. Whether it's glitter or glow paint, your pants won't stay black forever." A vampire! This kid reminded him of a VAMPIRE. With widen eyes, Spike gained inspiration randomly and now needed to know his name, "Liberty, Rosefell, that shit doesn't matter anymore, right?"

Amused, yet staring at Spike with the dullest expression, it was probably because of the natural apathy he gave off, Caspian nodded in agreement, "It shouldn't."

Hopping closer to the vampire, causing Caspian to step back in caution, Spike offered the end of the lightsaber for the mysterious boy to shake, "I'm Spike!"

"Caspian." So this was Spike. The boy who talked on the intercom and the boy that everyone in Rosefell knew, for better or for worse. Looking at the lightsaber, Caspian asked, "...do you want to fence?" Why else would this kid be offering a glowing sword?

"What?! For real? You'll spar with me?" Shooketh. This kid who didn't look like he had a childish side was willing to swing lightsabers with him. You really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Maybe meeting this boy was fate. Maybe they both needed a simple meeting to make them feel better. Unbeknownst to each other, they both were missing someone and somehow this first meeting brightened up their demeanor. It was like two worlds meeting and seeing that on the other side, there were people willing to meet in the middle. Smiling to himself, Spike could see the silver lining of the merge. Maybe this year wouldn't be as bad as everyone thought it would be.

Unfortunately, once Spike handed his extra lightsaber to Bloodwave, wow - he was a fucking genius, he could hear his name being called. Damn. He'd been seen. "Oh man, dude. I'mma make sure to find you later. We need to talk. Maybe after I have a shot or two, but for now... duty calls and by duty, it has nothing to do with the booty. Why don't you go to the dance floor? I'm sure someone like you got moves like Jagger. Your dark and mysterious thing is definitely cool and I'm sure a lady will want to peel all those layers off to see what's underneath the edge."

Tilting his head, holding the lightsaber now, Caspian muttered, "Thank you?"

"Or boy! I don't know your type but I can promise you someone would definitely be DTF." There was another SPIKE shouted and grumbling to himself, the mascot yelled back, "UGH, FUCK. I'M COMING, CHILL! CAN'T YOU SEE ME MAKING FRIENDS!" He was proud of himself for finding a new comic book character in his story, but now he had to work. Playtime would have to wait. Time to flip burgers.

Sad, so sad, he won't get to make out with a girl right away. Heading to Eleazor to either relieve him of the grill, or grill with him, leaving Caspian bewildered and with a lightsaber, Spike dramatically sighed, "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here. What did I miss? And bruh, we'll need to make way more than that if we want to appease the drunk people."

Bringing attention to the food, Spike went beside the other boy to get to work, when a random girl approached him, he joked, "Welcome to Good burger. Home of the Good Burger. Can I take your order?"

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