Emma

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I have never smoked weed in real life, so I had to google what it feels like for first timers. Oh my the stories people share on the internet....

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Olivia Reese

The car ride to the mall was full of singing to the radio, making fun of their older siblings, and Kylie trying to explain what a Chinese fire drill was to them. Kylie seemed genuinely interested for once in the lives of her little sisters. It was nice, and the car ride was making Olivia feel a tad bit better. She had never been one to pick favorites. And she had close bonds with all her siblings in some way or another, but Kylie was kind of like her idol. Olivia had always looked up to her, ever since she was little. Kylie was confident, and did and said exactly what she wanted whenever she felt like it, which was something Olivia never had done. Zoey and Olivia being the closest in age, had been inseparable as kids, but after Zoey started high school she seemed to change, and not want her little sister hanging around her anymore. At least it seemed that way to Olivia.

They parked close to the east entrance of the mall, and got out of the cramped car. When Kylie handed them each 200 dollars in cash, Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you sure Kylie…?” She asked looking at the money in her hand. She looked up at her redhead sister with a look of amazement and admiration in her eyes. Kylie’s dis on their fashion senses went unnoticed by Olivia, she was just enjoying the first moment of happiness she had had in over a month. It wasn’t the money, or promise of shopping and new clothes. It was the fact that Kylie seemed to be here for her right at this moment, no rules, no judgment, no pity, or treating her like a fragile baby made of glass. For a split second she contemplated telling her the truth about the night of her parents accident, but that idea flew away as quick as it came.

She had a feeling that her family blamed her for the death of their parents, even if they didn’t know it themselves. Olivia blamed herself more than anyone of course. What her siblings didn’t know was why her parents had been rushing over to get her in the middle of the night. She put the money in her purse, as she listened to Kylie brag about her followers and what was necessary to draw the boys in. Olivia had no intention of drawing any attention to herself, especially from any of the boys. She had tried that once and it ended in an epic tragedy. She followed behind Zoey and Kylie. The detour past the mall entrance and over to the dumpster was odd. When Kylie pulled out the weed Olivia quickly looked over her shoulder in a panic, and then moved in closer to their little makeshift circle behind the smelly dumpster.

She watched the smoke ring get bigger as it floated up above them until it disappeared into the air. She wondered how Kylie had done that, and if it was a hard a learning to whistle, which was something, James had tried to teach her but she just couldn’t grasp. When Kylie mentioned that her first smoke was with mom, Olivia raised her eyebrows in question. “Mom smoked pot before?” She asked incredulous. She couldn’t imagine her mom doing any illegal, especially doing drugs with one of her own children. Zoey took the joint and puffed it. Olivia watched how she did it, and when Zoey handed the blunt to Olivia she held it between her fingers like she saw divas on TV smoking cigarettes. It dawned on her that if her mother had still been alive she would probably be the one doing this with her like Kylie said. The fact that her parents would never be there for all the big mile stones in her life was heart crushing, but the pain killers she had this morning kept her loopy enough to not go down that emo path of thought.

She was hesitant, but she really wanted to prove to her sisters that she was not a baby. So she put the joint to her lips and inhaled as deeply as she could. Coughing immediately followed her terrible first attempt at smoking. Her throat burned, and her eyes water from all the smoke pouring out of her mouth and into her eyes. More coughing followed as she lend against the dumpster to catch her breath, and tried her best to not cough up a lung. She held the joint out for anyone to take it from her. Once she stopped coughing she looked up at her sisters and said between breaths “I don’t feel any different…”

As the joint was passed around the circle again she paid close attention to what her sisters where doing, and when it was finally her turn again she puffed ever so lightly, drawing the smoke into her mouth rather then her lungs. They stood around the dumpster for a good ten minutes, and that when Olivia started feeling it. Her brain felt floaty, and time seemed to be going slower. “This is weird…” She said blinking slowly as her eyes adjusted to the high. She felt sleepy, and just really strange, but also kind of good and goofy. Then she felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out and saw that it was a text from James. Normally she would be feeling extremely guilty right at that moment, and probably call James and ask for forgiveness...but the mix of marijuana and oxycodone in her system kept her high as a kite.

'I hope you're between classes at the moment, and if not I'm sorry, I just wanted to say have a good day at school and I'll see you when you get to the diner.'

She quickly texted him back. 'School is stupid. I think maybe I should drop out and be more like Kylie. *poo emoji* ' She sent it and started giggling at the emoji.

@Saint Girralo - @BilboTheGreat - @Viciousmarrow

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So is this more of a weekend role-play, or are things just slow to start at the moment?

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Posted.

I'm thinking about making another character but I want to wait a few more days until I start on that project.

Does anyone have any suggestions, or hopes on what to see in the IC as far as a new character?

Is there any wanted characters, like siblings, friends, enemies, lovers, or coworkers?

I have like 10 ideas for characters in my head, so I'm just trying to find the best one.

I kind of want to play the bad guy...heehee

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The teacher was going over what the underlining themes of Romeo and Juliet were with the class, when the speaker system crackled on. Everyone looked up from what they were doing to hear it, expecting it to be something about picture day next week, or the football game with Quinten High school tonight. But they all looked disappointed and bored when it just called for Oliva and Zoey to the office.

After hearing her name over speakers system, a wave of hysteria bubbled up. She grabbed her books off her desk and practically ran out the door and down the hallway. She was stopped half way there by Mrs. Porter who thought this was the perfect time to lecture her about running in the halls. She nodded along politely to the woman’s incessant babbling about responsibility and school policy. Olivia was on the verge of pushing the old woman out of the way. All that was running through her head was; who died? What happened? Was everything ok? Is someone hurt? She was jumpy, and scared. So as soon as Mrs. Porter said she could be on her way, Olivia walked slowly till she reached the corner, and turned out of the teacher’s sight to start bolting down the hall again.

She made it to the office out of breath, and stood outside the door trying to brace herself for the worse. Opening the doors she peered into the office. The secretary Ms. Erica looked worriedly at her, and then over to Kylie. Olivia had a look of terror in her eyes. She spotted Kylie sitting down. In her panic she had run right past her sister sitting outside the office. “Is everything ok?" She asked a little breathless. The fact that Kylie looked just fine, made her calm down a little, but she was still just as confused. Kylie was not the person you sent to give bad news to someone; in fact she was the complete opposite of the right person for emergency situations. The fact that it wasn’t Sophia, James, or Riley sitting in that chair was kind of reassuring.

Olivia held her books under one arm, and nervously twisted the end of her left braid with her free hand. The bell rang signaling first period was over, and you could hear the ruckus begin in the halls, as people got out of class and meandered around chatting, and laughing before second period started. Olivia got out of the doorway to the office and sat next to her sister. She had geometry next and a French test after lunch. Not that she particularly cared at the moment. She was just concerned as to why Kylie was here, and kind of unhappy that she was sitting outside the office in the busy hallway only a few yards away from where His locker was.

Her cellphone vibrated in her pocket proclaiming she had a notification. The only place in the high school building were you could connect to wifi was in the office or outside so her phone had only caught up with Kylie’s updates at that very moment. She took out her phone and glanced at the tweet from her sister. She looked up at Kylie who was smiling. Relief flooded her system. Then the fact that she was getting out of school for the day made her heart speed up with appreciation for have such a cool older sister like Kylie. "Awesome." She whispered to her sister, well aware that the secretary was eavesdropping for any juicy gossip on the tragic Reese family to tell her book club about.

@Viciousmarrow

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Breakfast had been rushed, and she could only manage to eat three bites of pancake and five little strawberries anyway. Though that might be because she drank two tall glasses of ice water before she began eating anything on her plate. She had lost five pounds in the last three weeks, and that was comforting somehow. She didn’t think she was fat or anything, but being able to control something in her life gave her some satisfaction. Kylie and Rylie bickered about dish duty at the shop, and Zoey chatted with Sophia about homework and the scheduled pep rally for this afternoon at school. Olivia asked to be excused from the table, so she could get in the shower before anyone else took over the bathroom.

Unfortunately her typical twenty minute shower was cut short as she remembered that she forgot to do her history homework last night. She only had about thirty minutes before it was time to leave for school, so after washing her hair and rinsing off all the soap suds, she quickly wrapped her thin willowy frame in a big fluffy towel and sprinted down the hall to her room. She dried off, and changed into her outfit for the day; a knee length gray skirt, with a white button up blouse, and a mauve jumper over the top. She popped the Peter Pan collar of her blouse over the top of her jumper, pulled on her white socks, and the tied on her pastel pink convers. She quickly brushed out her hip length brown hair, and braided it into her signature pigtail braids. It was the last hairstyle her mother had done for her before the fatal crash, and thus now the only way she would wear her hair.

She grabbed her backpack off the floor in the corner and got out her history homework. She glanced over it but nothing looked familiar, and she could hardly remember the last time she paid attention in class. Mr. Stevens had the most monotone and nasally voice on the planet, and that particular class seemed to draw on and on. She had always been a straight A student, and a teacher favorite, but over the last month she had basically done no school work, and had spent quite a bit of time skipping class by sitting alone in the handicap stall of the girls bathroom drawing and writing in her diary. She closed her history book and stuck it back in her bag. She poured the pill she had pocketed out and placed them in her tiny ballerina music box, that she kept on top of the dresser. Sighing as she looked at her cozy bed and wished the school would just burn down.

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The car ride to school was rather quiet in comparison to the routy breakfast, and subsequent rush to get out the door. Olivia listened to Zoey talk about the gym teacher’s new bizarre haircut, how the seniors were going to be dissecting fetal pigs in bio, and how vice principal Ellsworth had it out for her friend Luke. But most of the car ride was filled with silence, except for the radio playing the 80s greatest hits. She rolled down her window and stuck her hand out; feeling the rush of the air whined around her fingers as she glided her hand up and down making waves in the cool morning air. She was thankful Zoey didn’t complain that it was cold, and that her hair was going to get messed up by the window being down.

School was her least favorite place in the world at the moment. With no friends, slipping grades, the taunts, and the possibility of Him appearing at every turn. She just wanted the place to disappear. She use to have friends, two best friends in fact. But they had moved on to new friends and cliques a few weeks into the school year leaving Olivia behind and all alone. It was only March, and already it was shaping up to be the worst year in her entire life. It couldn’t possibly get any worse. Rye dropped her and Zoey off in front of the school, and she got out after Zoey. She lingered by the car as Rye spoke, and then she hugged him goodbye through the open window. “Love you. See you later right?” She said trying to reassure herself that Riley would not die before he came to pick her up after school. She could see the pity in his eyes as he smiled and laughed and said “Of course, see you after school Ollie.” She waved good bye as he drove away. With a deep breath she made her way into the school.

The pills she took this morning where kicking so she didn’t feel all that bad, but she still dreaded the walk to class. She took the long way to the second floor where her locker was located, bypassing His locker completely. Panic attacks where not something she wanted to experience first thing in the morning. She put her backpack and pink lunchbox into her locker, and took out her English text book, and binder full of notes, and doodles. That when she looked over her shoulder to see Him walking down the hall in her direction. She held her breath and she slammed her locker shut and did her best to weave her way through the crowd of students. She ducked into the first open door and watched for the corner of her eyes as He passed her, laughing and talking to His friends on the swim team. She waited for the feelings of fear to subside, before the rush of self-loathing replaced it. She was relieved that He had not seen her. Avoiding Him was her daily if not lifetime task.

She made her way to English class, sitting down at her desk just as the bell rang. Her normal self would be taking notes and listening intently to the teacher. But she had not been herself in over a month, so she just doodled butterflies into her notebook as she wished she could turn back time to exactly 34 days ago. It was her fault that her parents were dead, at least that’s what she believed. It was her phone call at 1:00 in the morning that woke up her parents. She was the one that called them hysterically crying for them to pick her up from her friend Taylor’s house in The Oakland community. She was the reason they were in the car, when a drunk teenager going 80 miles an hour slammed into their car as they came rushing to pick her up. Needless to say it was a closed casket funeral. Taylor’s popular older brother had been throwing a raging house party that night, and Olivia had told her parent that she was just having a sleepover at Taylor’s house. It was really a lie, so that she could go to her first high school party, and not worry her parent who still saw her as a little girl. Sadly the events that took place that night at the party were not something she would ever forget, or ever talk about.

After waiting for hours at the end of the block for her parents to arrive, she got a phone call from James asking where she was. He had sounded upset, and then he told her that there had been an accident.

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@Themerlinhawk Coos County, Oregon if you want an exact place though we wanted to keep it vague so people didn't think of an exact place (since were taking many creative liberties). Just know it's on the West Coast of the US.

We've made a fictional city based on a real place, basically.

@lovely complex

Dude I use to live in Coos Bay Oregon in like 6th grade. lol

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I'll be working on my post today! Going to bed now though. Its 5:00am where I am. Any advice on how to fix my sleeping to normal human hours. I'm nocturnal at the moment, and its a problem.

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One would normally wake up feeling refreshed, but this was not the case for Genevieve. Then again it wasn’t a normal sleep she had just woken from. Her whole body was stiff, and felt heavy. Taking a big breath started coughing, her lungs felt raw and dry, as if they were full of dust. She opened her eyes, but could see nothing, as it was so dark inside the coffin. All she could hear was the repetitive sound of water droplets hitting stone. She felt different, her body was different. She pushed hard against the lid of her coffin, but it did not budge an inch. She was not claustrophobic, but panic nonetheless was starting to set in. Why was she awake? Why was she not dead? How long had she been locked away in the stone?

She took another deep breath, and used all the strength in her legs to kick the lid off her coffin. The lid clattered to the floor, making a loud echoing sound. She sat up and leaned over the edge of the coffin, doing her best not to hyperventilate or start crying. Tears filled her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away. That’s when she noticed her hands; they were different, longer and more slender. However long she had been in the coffin, time had not stood still like it had for the others, it had only slowed. She had been thirteen when she was put into the stone, just a little girl. Jeanie looked down at her body, her legs were longer, her baby fat was gone, and she had breasts. She had the body of a young woman now, so she assumed she had to been in stone for around a decade, but her surroundings beg to differ.

The place was overgrown with tree roots, moss, and weeds. The floor was cracked and eroded. Ivy and vines grew up the walls. She clumsily climbed out of the coffin, and stepped awkwardly on to the floor into an ankle deep puddle of water. The broken pipe above was the source of all the stagnant water surrounding her coffin, and it had been what was making the dripping noise. She wore a green longsleeved dress that was now two sizes too small, making her all the more uncomfortable in her new body. She had no idea what was going on, and seems to be completely alone until she heard the others voices, and someone singing.

“Hello?” She said hesitantly to anyone that could hear her. She was surprised to hear her voice sounding so grown up, she sounded like her mom. Thoughts of the last time she saw her mother flashed into her mind, and she subconsciously reached for her neck, and ran her finger over the three scars. She looked around her surroundings and spotted what looked like a man in a mask, he was far down the long hall of coffins from where she stood, but she instantly hoped that he didn’t notice her. Remembering that she was in the stone, a place full of murderers, rapists, psychopaths, and dark magic users she regretted announcing her presence at all. She wondered if she could hide, before anybody tried to kill her.

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I had no clue the IC started!! Working on my post now!