GirlOnMarz

🎃🍬We Are Halloween💀🔪 (CLOSED DOWN/CANCELLED)

Definitely interested. Working on my character now.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

"Ah, yes," Tiny said with a soft chuckle, "we were the absolute worst." All of a sudden, many great memories came flooding back into Tiny's head, and she couldn't help but smile. Sometimes she wished that she could just hop into a time machine to the past. "Those were the days." As Tiny and Jude spoke, a young intern approached and handed them both a script. Tiny quickly flipped through the packet, only noticing a few changes here and there.

“This is the memorial assembly scene. There’s been a few changes, so take a note." Tiny nodded her head and tucked the script under her arm before reaching for a bottle of water from the snack table. "By the way," the intern continued, "I'm a huge fan of you both. When you kissed in season one, oh my God!” Tiny almost choked on her water, unable to hold back a strangled laugh. Jude gave the intern a cold look, causing him to tiptoe away. This made Tiny laugh even more.

"See you later," Tiny said as Jude walked away.

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The gymnasium was the almost the exact same as it had been ten years ago, only a few minor upgrades made here and there. Keisha had only stepped foot into the gymnasium about three times since she'd started working at Edenridge. Although gym was never her best class, being there now, surrounded by so many familiar faces, gave her a strong nostalgic feeling. The brief meeting between her and Kait still had her a bit shaken up, so on the way to the gymnasium she made sure to avoid passing by her class. The young woman had made it pretty clear that she didn't want anything to do with Keisha, which she completely understood. After the awkward conversation, Keisha made a mental note to just give Kaitlin some space.

Seeing her old classmates in the gym made Keisha's stomach flip. She could feel a few people watching her as she quickly made her way to an empty spot on the bleachers, so she kept her eyes focused on her shoes. Suddenly, she felt extreme discomfort, and wished that she'd chosen to stay locked away in her office throughout the duration of the assembly. “Please welcome my predecessor and by far one of the best men I’ve ever known, Mr Kerry Payne.” Keisha slowly lifted her gaze and watched Mr Beau allow Mr. Payne to take the podium. “Ten years ago, something happened here," the graying man began, and all of a sudden she was propelled back to that very day.

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Screaming.

There was so much screaming.

Keisha had been walking to the girl's bathroom when the first shot rang through the air, echoing in the silent halls. As if rehearsed, Keisha instantly sprung into action: sprinting into the bathroom, going into an empty stall, locking the door, standing on the toilet. Keisha held her breath as she crouched, her heart pounding and palms sweating. She could hear chaos erupt outside in the halls, teenagers screaming at the top of their lungs and sneakers pounding the floor as they ran for the front doors.

Then the second shot rang, and the girl in the stall next to her lost control of her bladder. Moments passed, and a few more shots rang out. By the time the police had caught the shooter, Keisha had chewed her nails down to the skin. The principal had come over the speaker to speak, as she followed a few girls out of the bathroom. Things had calmed down a bit, but the atmosphere was still tense. It was in that moment that she heard one of the crying teenagers in the hallway utter his name. "It was Charlie," the girl said between sobs, "Charlie Decker. He shot-"

In a just a split second, Keisha had taken off running. It only took her a minute to run down the stairs and towards her brother's Algebra class, but by the time she got there, it was too late. Paramedics, police officers, and students were circled around a spot in the hallway, so she had to push and shove her way to the front of them.

Her brother lay on the floor in a pool of blood, a gunshot wound in his chest. His left arm lay still at his side, and clenched in his fist was the bracelet she'd made for him when she was ten years old. Her big brother was dead, and now she was alone.

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By the time she snapped out of it, the speech was over, and her ex-classmates were making their way around, conversing and catching up with one another. Keisha's lip trembled and her eyes watered, but she held herself together. She did not want to cry, not anymore. Instead, she stood from the bleachers, and headed towards the gymnasium doors. Maybe I should've stayed in my office, she thought as she wiped away a falling tear.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

I am so sorry that I've been MIA recently. I just needed a little time to focus on my schoolwork and somehow pull my grades up before the end of the term, which I did (barely.) The term is over now, though, so I'll definitely have a post up today/tonight.

Who is the killer?

Cool! I'll have an OOC up soon.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

100 thumbs up for the show's theme song.

Hello there I'm new

Who is the killer?

Cool! Anyone else?

The Dream: Choose Your Fate!

Interested!

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

_{collab by @mskennedy615 and @Starwinter}

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"Every god damn morning, Nickie. Every morning." Keisha sighed as she rummaged around the cluttered purse. She could hear footsteps heading in her direction, but chose to keep fumbling around in her bag; it was probably just the janitor. When her fingers finally found the loose key, she smiled in triumph and quickly stuck the key into the door, turning the knob and shoving the door open with her hip. It was then that she heard the noise: a boot squeaking noisily against the tile floor. Keisha quickly jerked her head up, only to meet the gaze of a pair of bright green eyes. "Oh," the young, redhead woman said before clearing her throat. Keisha glanced down at the woman's boots, realizing that she had to come to an abrupt stop to avoid running into her. After taking another look at the woman's face, however, it only took her a few seconds to realize who she was.

"Kaitlin O'Connor," Keisha said incredulously, and almost instantly, her palms began to sweat. Keisha swallowed the lump in her throat before breaking the silence, "Wh-what are you doing here?" She stuttered, mentally slapping herself afterwards. The last time the girls had been face-to-face was ten years ago, just hours before Kait had been shot, and the first thing she thought to ask was why she was there?

Kaitlin met Keisha's gaze, and failed to hold back a wince. Without noticing, she tightened her grip on the papers she was holding, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. Never in a million years did she think that Keisha would choose to work in the very place where her own brother got shot. Apparently, Kaitlin should have learned ten years ago not to underestimate her.

“I, um, I work here now. I took the open teaching position in the English department” She said, breaking her gaze from Keisha's. It was cowardly, but she wanted a way out. “Apparently, you work here too. I didn't see that coming.”

Kaitlin would be lying if she said she hadn't pictured reuniting with her former friend many times over the years. It played out in her mind so many different ways; a friendly embrace, yelling, crying... but this, this awkward stammering? This had to be the worst of them all.

Keisha nodded her head and tapped her index finger on her coffee cup, her mind swirling with this newfound information. Of course, she'd been aware that there was a teaching position open, and she did know that someone had gotten the job. What she didn't know, however, was that it'd been taken by Kaitlin. "Yeah, I've been working here for some time now," Keisha said with a tight-lipped smile, "I'm one of the guidance counselors. I guess I just...wanted to help out. Give the kids around her a person to talk to when they go through rough times, you know?" Keisha held her gaze on the young woman even after she'd looked away, her heart beating uncomfortably fast. After all these years and everything they'd been through, Keisha had no idea how to interact with Kait.

"I want to hug you," Keisha said, "and I would, but my hands are kind of full..." She looked down at the over-sized bag, papers, and coffee mug that she managed to carry at the same time. "Would you like to come in?" She asked as she motioned towards her office door.

Keisha becoming a guidance counselor actually made plenty of sense to Kaitlin. She couldn't count the number of times that she had gone rushing to Keisha with her own problems. That time was long over though. Now Keisha was a problem for Kaitlin. It was in this moment that she realized that despite all the time that had passed, a part of her blamed Keisha for what had happened. The blame wasn't rational, Kaitlin knew she had caused her fair share of problems for herself and others, but the truth of the matter still remained. Those bullets that so many had taken had been meant for Keisha.

It was crazy, holding onto the emotions from that day. Ten years had passed, and she didn't wish any harm on her former friend but...well, grief and blame didn't play by the rules.

Keisha motioned towards the office door, and Kaitlin took a small step backwards.

“No,” she said too quickly, her throat going dry. “I mean, no thank you. Look, I wasn't expecting to see you. I mean, I figured you might show up at the memorial....” she let her words trail off as her thoughts drifted. Kaitlin shook her head to clear it, then rambled on. “But, no. I don't know what to do about this. I'm not sixteen anymore. The woman standing in front of me, truth is, I don't know her. I'm not sure I want to know her. I'm sure you're great, and I hope you are doing well. Truly I do. But... no.”

The words tasted sour as they left Kaitlin's mouth, but they were honest. She was trying the whole honesty thing out for size. So far, it sucked.

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Destiny grinned so widely as she hugged the young man, that her face started to hurt. For some reason, Destiny didn't realize just how much she missed her old friends. They'd all grown and matured together while working on set. Tiny was amazed that she hadn't burst into tears the moment she saw an old face. "Yeah, I'm glad to be back." Destiny said once they'd pulled away. "I didn't realize how much I missed everything, you know? Edenridge, acting, friends..."

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Who is the killer?

So, for a while now, I've been thinking about doing a "whodunnit?" type of RP. It'd take place in a small town on Halloween night. A group of teenagers, friends and foes, decide to drive to the middle of nowhere and break into an old abandoned house to smoke/drink/chill etc. Everything is going smoothly... until they find the dead body of one of the teens in the closet. From there on, they basically work to figure out which one of them is the killer before they get the chance to strike again.

Would anybody be up for it?