Hedgehawk

Rosefell High.

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With his phone now in his pocket, it was now a waiting game. Not that he expected a response right away. This was a party. The last thing he expected to do was business. That was a problem for tomorrow . He was supposed to be here to relax and unwind. Not that the study bug ever gave himself time to get away from his work. Jax had grown up with little to no money, so he was used to just studying and cracking on with his work as a way of coping with boredom. That attitude had embedded itself during his childhood years and as a result, stuck in high school. It had also built a determination inside of him to never be like his parents. In the nicest way possible of course. He didn't want to get married and bring someone up in the same conditions that he did. Jax wanted it all. He wanted to get the scholarship, get the perfect grades get the perfect job, pay for his parents while also raising a family.

It was alot of pressure to bear.

High school was a cut throat game. While the majority of Rosefell students wouldn't have gave a damn about grades and moving onto a good college, There were still some threats that he had to compete with. Liberty students however were throwing a huge curveball. They were more ambitious and had the money and connections to get what they wanted. The two things that Jax yearned for in life. His final year in Rosefell was going to be more competitive than ever. He needed to get the highest GPA possible while adding as much as he possibly could to college resume. No wonder his parents thought he could do with a break tonight. It might have only been the first week but Jax got the impression that battle lines were being drawn. While tonight, only the party mattered, tomorrow the sharpening of knives would begin once more and by Monday, who knows what will unfold.

Jax just had to make sure that he was on the winning side regardless. As long as he got what he wanted out of high-school, it didn't matter to him what happened to everyone else. Okay. Maybe that was being a bit harsh. He wasn't a monster after all. In the ideal world he would be able to help everyone at Rosefell while also systematically helping himself. However if the two intersected and he could only choose one. He was going to choose himself.

Still right now Jax needed to unwind. Getting up he could begin to feel the alcohol take a hold on his body. Although in all honesty, it was Jax’s brain subconsciously making the drunk sensation feel worse, mostly because it was the first time he had ever drunk. Either way, Jax felt alot more looser and relaxed compared to the tense, more nervous boy who had walked in at the start of the party. Walking over to the drink table, Jax grabbed a second bottle and took a long swig from it. Still coughing slightly afterwards though, he hadn’t completely adjusted. Now he needed to find something to keep himself occupied.

His eye drifted across the house. Something had to capture his excitement. Nothing particularly stood out as an amazing choice. But then he noticed the dance floor. Fuck it. With a deep breath he would walk over to the edge of the dancefloor. He would begin to start to waving his arms rather awkwardly at his sides, almost like he was trying to swim on air while rocking his body from side to side. It wasn’t elegant, and he had to keep his one hand straight to avoid dropping the bottle in his hand, but you know what? Jax liked this. Even if he wasn’t the best dancer. Or a good dancer at all, he was there, on the edge of the crowd, dancing his socks off.

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Edenridge

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Aaron awoke in a cold sweat. He had once again dreamed about fire. Burning. Cleansing. Shaking his head, Aaron made sure that he was actually awake, and not in some kind of dream within a dream. The sudden sharp pain in his lower spine reminded him that this was indeed, very much, real life. With a long exhausting sigh, Aaron picked up his old phone to check the time. Maybe he had time to go into a light sleep. The clock read a solid eight o’clock. Almost on the dot. So no extra sleepy time then.

Getting out of bed every morning was a difficult task for the male, who was still very much early in a long recovery path. It took him a good fifteen minutes to sit up, each attempt causing large shooting pains to appear up his left leg and lower back, sometimes forcing him to roll back onto the bed. Eventually he was able to sit up long enough to grab onto his bed support and pull himself onto his feet. It was a ritual that he performed every single morning since the shooting. Using the furniture to help him move around the bedroom, he found his way to his desk, where a conveniently placed pill box lay. Opening the box he took out the pills for early morning slot and swallowed them whole. No water. No fluid. There was little point in wasting time getting a drink with the sheer amount of painkillers that he needed to take.

Opening his dresser draw, he pulled out several boxes of tablets ready to fill the container for the rest of the week. Opening the first box, and pulling out the sachet jogged his memory: it was empty. With a deep sigh he shoved his fist into the drawer, withdrawing a prescription sheet. Well it looked like his morning was ruined. It took the male a good thirty minutes on his own his clothes on. It was a long and laborious task that resulted in Aaron almost falling over several times. His mother had insisted on them trying to get a nurse to help him get out bed and dressed in the morning, but Aaron refused on the grounds that he didn't want to be more of a financial burden on his mother than he already was. Grabbing onto his black wooden cane, Aaron began to shuffle around the small family home. The home was mostly studio, with the living, dining and kitchen areas rolled into one large room with the bedroom and bathroom breaking off into a corridor at the back. Reaching the dining table he picked up a stack of addressed letters, flicking through them to make sure they were all sealed. Might as well post them while he was moving around town.

Aaron decided to forgo eating. He could eat when he got back. Right now he wanted to get his tablets and get back, as soon as these wore off, he would have no replacements. Wearing his black hoodie with the hood up, Aaron began to shuffle down the street, and towards the pharmacy in the centre of town. No one took notice of him, but at the same time, everyone took notice of him. It was this strange paradox. No one acknowledged him verbally, but every bystander glared at him. It was a strange sensation, but Aaron had this for years now. People were very unforgiving in this small town. Everyone talked. Everyone gossiped. Aaron Cox was the curse. He was the reason everything was bad in the town. If he just disappeared, everything else would go back to normal. At this point, nothing phased him, and Aaron just kept moving. If someone tried to stop him or make his life awkward, he simply shuffled around them. No one wanted anything to do with him, but at the same time the paradox almost dictated that they make Aaron aware that they don't want him around.

After almost an hour of shuffling down streets like a hermit, Aaron had reached his destination. Entering the pharmacy the same cold atmosphere that had followed him outside seemingly followed him inside. No one inside wanted to particularly acknowledge his existence. He handed the pharmacist the prescription slip in complete silence and was greeted with the same silence in return. Two minutes later he had a small bag filled with new tablets and paid for it by swiping his card, all without a single word leaving anyone's lips.

There was simply one last thing left on his list of things to do. Walking over the nearby postbox, he pulled out the letters he picked up from home from his waist pocket. Giving them a quick flick through to make sure they were all there, he pulled the handle of the box and posted them inside. With a small huff of accomplishment, Aaron turned around and began to make his way back home, at the usual snails pace.

Edenridge

Aaron Cox

Name

Aaron Cox

Nicknames

Most are polite to repeat. Scumbag is probably the most tame.

Age

20

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Straight

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

• Hair: Blonde, usually parted to the left if he is leaving the house. If not left down to his ears.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5 feet 11 Inches
• Body Type: Slim and lanky build. Not being able to exercise at all, has left his body feeling very thin with little bulk to it.
• Clothing Style: Dark, comfortable clothes. Since Aaron doesn’t dress to impress sis clothing reflects this. He dresses to be as comfortable as possible and when he does leave the house he tries to blend in as best as possible, usually wearing a hoodie to try and disguise himself, even if his cane gives him away.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Only scars of the two gunshot wounds he has sustained. Mostly healed, but still there as a reminder of everything that has happened.

Personality Traits

Aaron is a recluse. But he wasn’t always like that. In his first year of High school he was quite outspoken and friendly. However the events surrounding the death of Alison Davies and the year after, left a permanent mark on the male. He began to become more quiet, burning his friendships and only leaving the house if he had a reason to. Aside from his personality shift, Aaron is a rather determined person, known for being a perfectionist at heart. He takes pleasure in his hobbies, even if he does them alone now. If you can dig past his self imposed exile, he can be very talkative, if not defensive, years of deflecting and avoiding answering questions can make him unbearable at times. He can be known to be lazy at times, more so since the shooting. If you try and call him out on it however he will simply hide behind his injury.

Biography

Upto the start of High School. Aaron had a fairly normal life like most kids. His mother and father own one of the burger joints on the main street of Edenridge and for the most part it was really successful,becoming one of those hangout spots that everyone wanted to be at after school. Aaron grew up as an only child. His parents knew that the second they realised that Arron was a boy, that their parenting skills would limit them to one a single boy.

Middle school was full of mischief and tomfoolery making friends and all the usual preteen stuff that you did as children. However growing up for Aaron was the reason things fell apart. High School was a transition that he wasn't quite ready for. It didn't help that their first year was really eventful and culminated in the death of Alison. The usual confidence of Aaron was dented. High school was a different world and slowly he began to slip into a more quiet and reserved tone. He began associating with people less and as a result a shroud of suspicion and secrecy fell upon him.

Things cranked up a notch in junior year however. At this point he was dating Amanda, a girl from year above who was the only person who could get through the now reclusive Aaron. Things took a bad turn however when one night, just before thanksgiving a disused warehouse on the edge of town suddenly burst into flames. Inside was Amanda. She survived the fire though she was burned and scarred heavily from the incident. No one was ever caught for chasing the fire, however it was Aaron who invited her to meet there. Although there was no evidence that Aaron caused the fire he was too close to the whole thing, and people started the blame game. It started with people at school. Angry seniors and people on his own year, both unforgiving that Aaron either did it, or didn't protect her enough to stop it. Despite the baiting, Aaron kept quiet.

The problem, is silence implies guilt. It only helped fuel the fire, soon parents and community members got involved. They began to embargo the family diner and with it being the only source of income, things started to get rough at home. It almost turned into a war: Aaron and his family on one side and the Edenridge community on the other. Snide comments when you went shopping, people refusing to serve you. It was the norm for the Cox family now. With hardly any customers, the diner has been on its last legs for the past few years, just about scrapping enough to get by. And when there wasn't enough, family possessions were pawned off.

The snubbing had finally gotten too much for Aaron's father: Leo. He publically and verbally attacked and berated the town in a fit of rage at a grocery store, about how a community so tightly knit could just cast out one of their own without any evidence. When the community refused to budge, he had enough. He split from his wife of 20 years and left Edenridge, leaving his mother Samantha with a diner to run on her own.

Then came senior year. And that just compounded many issues. On the fateful day of the shooting, Aaron was caught unawares in one of the corridors when he encountered Charlie managed to get Aaron twice: once in the upper right leg and again in the lower back as he retreated around a corner. Aaron survived by lying down on the floor next to another one of his victims, essentially playing dead and hoping that he didn't take notice.

Surviving a shooting was a trauma inducing experience but for Aaron the aftermath was probably worse than being shot. Already seen as the black sheep, some people began to wonder if Aaron was involved with Charlie, and perhaps it was him who helped push Charlie over the edge. The whole argument made no sense. If Aaron was involved then he would not have gotten shot. Given the whole shock of the incident however, it was far easier to find blame and use it to help grieve. So the cycle started once again. The medical expenses for his surgery was enough to break the bank for his mother. The family began to rack up massive debts and it was starting to pile up. Samantha refused to sell the diner, hoping that footfall might increase. Aaron decided against going to college, to help ease the burden on his now stressed mother. Aaron's own recovery has been a slow recovery. He can still walk, but mostly needs to use a stick to help him walk. Still it doesn't matter too much. He can't help at the diner as he can't hold any plates and standing up long enough to cook is a nightmare. Now, Aaron jus laments at home, occasionally leaving the house to get shopping for his mother, much to the disgust of the Edenridge community.

Family

Samantha Cox / 44 / Mother
Leo Cox / 45 / Father (No longer living together)

Misc.

Lucky Blue Smith | #89cff0
Not such Aaron’s theme song, but the theme song of his and Amanda’s relationship: Paramore - The Only Exception. His own theme would probably be another Paramore song - Turn it Off.

Discord vs OOC

I don't think that every RP needs a discord. It is very case by case. The larger group you have the easier I find Discord is to manage information and allow people to plot. The bug advantage I have is that when I come onto the Guild now and get a notification 90% of the time it is an IC thing for me to to read, so I keep closer tabs on my RPs.

Smaller groups I tend to find OOC is best. Or if there is a RP style where you want people to not plot too much.

Rosefell High.

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Despite his aversion to the alcoholic beverage he picked up earlier, Jax had for some reason carried on drinking it. Granted he had decided to tackle it by taking smaller sips, to try and reduce the gagging and coughing after each attempt. Slowly but surely, the lone male was tackling the bottle of beer as if it was some sort of battle. He still couldn’t quite get over how people actually drunk this stuff for pleasure. His throat felt like it was on fire and covered in some kind of thick tar.

Still, as the alcohol started to get into his blood, the dullness began to take hold. The tips of Jax’s shoulders: normally pointed up out of anxiety started to show signs of relaxing at the edges. A small, giddy smirk started to tug at the edge of his lips. While he wasn’t drowsy or out of it, his brain certainly made him believe he might be. It was at this point he noticed Stephanie making her entrance to the party, wearing something so tight, and good looking that Jax almost dropped his bottle. He had never seen the woman dressed like that before… and honestly, he kinda liked it. Okay. Liked was the polite way of saying it. His hormones on the other hand had a far filthier word for it.

Taking another swing from his bottle, just to confirm that the alcohol wasn’t making him see things (Despite the fact that drinking more alcohol to test if alcohol had made your see things made no sense), He indeed concluded that Stephanie was real. And the look on her face screamed determination. Jax had considered going to speak to her, mostly because he wanted to thank her for giving Colin a punch in the face, something that he honestly wanted to do himself, but had never been brave enough to do so. Colin had always been a pest to the male, getting in the way and just making his life a misery, when all Jax wanted to do was get to the end of the school year with the best grades, and college application material as he could.

However, let’s be real. If Stephanie was dressed like that, then the last person she would want to speak to would be little Jax, sitting on his own in the corner and drinking his first drink in history. He wasn’t even dressed as if he was ready for a party. No. She had far more important people in the social pyramid to be dealing with. With a small sigh, Jax retreated into his chair, taking yet another swig of the drink. Realising it was empty, he placed it down rather harshly on the floor as some kind of protest that he was out of a drink that he didn’t ever like the taste of. Alcohol was a really bizarre drink.

Still he had some work to do himself. Taking out his phone he opened Messenger and scrolled through the messages. So many of them were just him left on read while trying to start a conversation. He eventually reached his intended recipient: Melissa. Taking a deep breath, his thumbs would get to work crafting his message.

Hi. Nothing for tonight, but can I meet you tomorrow? I need to run something past you. I would bribe you with food or drink to come and meet me, but I can’t afford it! xD

How The Leaves Fall

@bumbles guthrie @Kassarock @sassy1085 @Zoey Boey

Apologies for going quiet. I was waiting to see if Asesina would return. It seems they are not. With 4 out of the starting 6 cast, it is getting harder to keep the story together without it falling apart. In light of this, Regretfully I have decided to shut down the RP. It was an interesting little idea, and who knows, perhaps I will reboot it.

Thank you for everyone for their interest and their writing.

Lock down another finished RP.

@BrokenPromise That has been locked for you.

And congratulations on finishing an RP

I'm ready for my last name change.

Changed it to Sebastian D without the full stop. The system doesn't allow full stops.

Hedge