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āHe looks really happy, actually.ā Jaspar says to the person who appears alongside him at what must be the smallest table in the parking lot, as a hand reaches out to gesture at hat he can only assume must be a figurine of the Stompin Grapesā mascot. āLook at that little face. He looks like heās eatinā grapes.ā
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roryjacksonā:
who: open
what: stress <3
where:Ā back behind the equipment shed
Homecoming always looked fun in the movies. It was a quintessential college experience, and here Rory was, a complete nervous wreck hiding behind the equipment shed just to get some air. But she hadnāt really expected anyone else to come wandering back there.Ā āOh my god- sorry-ā she blurted out.Ā āI was just, trying not to hurl! Donāt mind me!ā It was meant to sound like a joke (even though it was totally true), but nothing about her wavering voice sounded convincing, even to her. Her chest felt too tight, like her ribs were collapsing inwards under the pressure.Ā āSorry, I wonāt puke if you want to hide out here too.ā Her stomach turned again and she paled unconvincingly. āProbably.āĀ
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In between the bubbling excitement of having a semi-normal college experience and the more pressing thoughts of things yet to be explained, hiding behind an equipment shed seems semi-normal. A potential respite from thinking about theĀ owntay uaresqay? The potential that theĀ aranormalpay that the likes of Kamila and Jamie would be overjoyed to find out exists actually does? What he doesnāt expect is a fellow squarer (what heās been affectionately calling them in his logbook)Ā to be hiding there too. āThat doesnāt sound too pleasant.ā His mind scrambles between long car rides between states and looking after the children ofĀ āunclesā andĀ āauntsā in motel rooms whose names he can no longer recall.Ā ā... Do you want me to get a tea? Or is that not very homecoming-y? Iām not really sure how these events work.āĀ Ā
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touristdisconnectedā:
Maddie was naturally a little nosey, it wasnāt that she wanted to dig up the dirt on others or even mildly stir the soil for that matter, she just liked to feel as if she were a part of things. Since that was the case, it was rather fitting that Maddie was in charge of the ledger that contained everybodyās dorm assignments for the semester. She could see where everybody would be living, who they would be sharing their quarters with, with whom they would have neighboring walls and it was all very exciting to her.
As a recent transfer student, she didnāt know everybody on the ledger and it was a perfect opportunity for her to put faces to names and feel like she was contributing something to the CCU community in the process. More comforting than that, however, was to see the gang around the place, despite all that had happened as of late.
āHey,ā Maddie greeted,Ā āGot your assignment yet? I wonāt tell if you want to do a little swapsies, thereās still time,ā more than half of the names in the ledger remained unmarked, which meant, in Maddieās exclusive opinion that as the on-duty dorm assignment director, she also had the power to move things around for the right personā¦or the right price.
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The idea of having a roommate was actually quite exciting to Jaspar. Sharing a space... late night confessions of their future hopes and dreams... those little outfit sharing moments that heād seen in countless movies over the years. And then there was the overarching reason why heād even thought about moving out of the place he shared with the cats. It was less lonely and surely living with a stranger for the year had to be better than living with a house full of criminals he did back home! āI donāt think Iāve really met mine,ā he comments, although heās quite chipper about it.Ā āHe has a super cool name though, so surely that means heās, like, super cool.ā Because thatās how it went usually.Ā āHow about you? Did you have any inside knowledge into the selection process?āĀ
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rorycollinsā:
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Rory blinked in the morning light. Maybe she shouldāve expected that answer, after everything heād finally told them at their little midnight meeting of the Cherry Night Wanderers Society. Scratch that. She wasnāt keen on joining any sort of society, after everything with the LDB.Ā āIād sort of been hoping that having even halfĀ an answer might make the sleepwalking stop,ā she sighed, but tried to shoot him a half hearted smile anyways. āClearly, no such luck. Opened my eyes to Town Square instead of my bedroom ceiling.ā Sleep didnāt even feel like rest anymore. And that was saying something, considering her usual track record with the night hours.Ā
āAny tips on how to stop doing that? Because Iām really gonna to need to buy better pajamas if all the early birds are gonna keep seeing them. I also might start sleeping in shoes. I had to get a tetanus shotĀ last week because I stepped on some glass walking home.āĀ
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āWell... your waking brain knows what might be going on. Your mind when itās at rest? Less so.ā He offers with a returned small smile of his own. Whenever he looks at one of their little group he still feels mild pangs of guilt for not looking out for them better. Maybe if theyād all been in the loop (no time warp reference intended) for longer there would be no need for tetanus shots. āIāve found itās all about getting inventive and creating tiny experiments to try to overcome it. Iāve already tried tying one hand to my bedpost which is actually surprisingly difficult to do by yourself,ā he laughs. āAnother idea Iām considering is setting up a camera to see if thereās a set time that the wandering starts.. this could work better for you if you live with someone else as you could get someone you live with to guide you back to bed at that time through explaining that youāre sleepwalking. Not why, though. Obviously.ā Even if it could ruin their memories for good, he also doesnāt want to get in trouble with Kamilla! āCreating some kind of noise system above your front door is also another option...?āĀ
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castle-cameronā:
who: @ofjasparsā
what: some arcade fun
It was completely lost on Cam how people did shit like this. How was literally anyone good at video games. What kind of brain power did it take that he was clearly lacking. Which was saying something, because generally Cam considered himself to be a fairly intelligent person. He did well in school, maintained his grades, and was always on the top of his game when it came to his parents bi-weekly family trivia nights. But shit like Galaga? Mrs. Pac Man? Centipede? Mario Kart? It was like all the hand eye coordination he considered himself to be so on top of during his deliveries was somehow out the window. Which became ever the more clear when he found himself getting his ass kicked all over again despite it being his third try.Ā
āDammit. I seriously donāt get how people do this. Are you any good at these things?ā He asked, making a point to try and make conversation with Jasper. He was someone he definitely recognized from deliveries but that didnāt always mean they recognized him.Ā āI think I was meant to be bad at video games.āĀ
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Truthfully, other than his cats and Kamilla, Jaspar knows very few citizens of Cherry. But his pizza guy? His pizza guy he definitely recognises. Put it down to the love affair heād had with pepperoni all throughout the winter when he hadnāt wanted to venture outside. So, heās all too happy to help the other when spoken to. āOh cāmon, dude. Nobodyās meant to be bad at video games,ā he comments with a warm, reassuring, smile. Because somehow - even through how tired heās been since trying to solve the mystery of the lost town square memories - his smile stays in place.Ā āItās all about perspective.ā He sidles in a little closer to the machine Cam is on, gentle gesture to ask if itās okay to take over to show him how he gets through the level. Heās not an expert by any means but heĀ does have a steady hand... part of wanting to be a doctor requires it but heās positive (and certain!) it can be taught to the other.Ā āJust about seeing your growth positively is all. If you can think it, you can achieve it with enough practice and all that stuff that Hallmark have nailed better than I ever could put in words myself.āĀ
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thezevkingā:
who: open!
what: trying to just be a normal teen
where: getting some movie snacks!
Despite it all, Zev was in a pretty good mood. Sure, the fast approaching anniversary of Luxās death felt like a lead brick in his stomach, and he still didnāt feel quite certain that people werenāt still scrutinizing him, but he was also at a drive in movie plus arcade! Like, his favorite things ever?Ā It was hard to feel that bad when you were surrounded by (almost) everything you loved.Ā
āOh, you can cut ahead of me,ā he spoke to the person behind him in line at the Food Shack.Ā āI know thereās not that many options, but Iām still not totally sure what Iām gettingā¦ā He wasnāt even sure what he was doing! Was he going to go get a ticket for a Junker and watch the movie with some snacks? Maybe. Heād already seen it though, so maybe his money was better spent on some arcade games and beer? Or bowling? Too many choices!
āActually, what are you doing right now? I have like, no idea what Iām gonna do. So maybe Iāll just tag along with you? If thatās cool?ā Just like the good old days. Man, he wished Lux was here tooā¦
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Ah, to have an excuse to be at his favourite place in Cherry! Itād just be rude to turn down a party invite when heās trying to fight against the instinct to go to the town square. Ruder not to get involved... and ruder still to not at least buy his body weight in candy... and fries... hell, heās pretty sure that by the end of the night heāll be lifting the economy of the Southside singlehandedly.Ā
Seeing Zev always manages to bring a smile to his face from their mutual love of skating, but tonight familiarity is just what he needs as it adds an extra pep to theĀ āHey!ā that chimes out when he sees the other ahead of him in the queue.Ā āWell, Iām stuck somewhere between cheese fries and ordering at least, like, five types of candy,ā he says with a grin while taking a glance at the menu. He hates to admit it - loathes to admit it with Kamillaās warnings - but there was just such a charm to the drive-in and all of its activities. āThen I was gonna do bingo bowling to spice things up so you can totally join.ā His head cocks to the side,Ā āyou ever played? Can be pretty fun when thereās more than one person.ā
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rorycollinsā:
who: ror & @ofjasparsā
what: a little run in at the asscrack of dawn <3
where: where ELSE tbh
Nightmares were old hat to Rory at this point. Nightmares, night terrors, blah blah blah been there done that. If Zev and Zahra are to be believed, she occasionally talks in her sleep too. But sleepwalking? That was new. And unwelcome. And it made for a grumpy Rory, especially when she opened her eyes in the damn Town Square in her pajamas(!) at 5 am(!!) on a Saturday(!!!). Thank godĀ she didnāt sleep naked. Unfortunately, she also didnāt sleep with money in her pockets, as if she somehow did not foresee needing cash when she put her stolen Pit tshirt andĀ sleep shorts covered in little rainbows when she went to sleep the night before! Luckily, the cocktail of exhaustion, stress, and frustration she was feeling also meant that Rory was severely lacking in shame. She was fully prepared to beg the next familiar person she saw for a couple dollars so she could buy coffee to fuel her barefoot walk home, but recognition flashed across her face as her eyes landed on Kamillaās assistant.Ā
āHey! Jaspar, right?ā Running into him here sends the strangest wave of deja vu through her, enough to make her feel a little ill. Or maybe that was the no coffee / 5 am combination at work.Ā āWhatāre you doing here?ā
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Saturday mornings werenāt usually like this. They were spent with his head buried deep under the covers cuddling with the gang (disclaimer: not to be confused with The Gang who, as of right now, heās far less warm to the idea of cuddling. Theyāre Jasparās cat buddies!). So when heād woke in the early hours of the morning with the intense pulling sensation in his gut that he needed to be at the Town Square instantly he had been a little apprehensive to pull away from Lovelaceās morning head scratches but heād done it. Tossed on his worn out converse and skated to the forsaken place without even his flask of tea to accompany him. Heād been told by Kamilla why the dreams happened. It still didnāt help the voice in the back of his head that kept asking why and more importantly how? Surely dimension hopping was outside the realm of possibilities?Ā
But heās pulled from his reverie by a vaguely familiar face. A Town Square adjacent face.Ā āUh, hey!ā he calls, adjusting his sloppy pyjama bottoms. Maybe he should have paid that much attention to the bags under his eyes.Ā āI...ā He frowns as he casts a glance around the square.Ā āCanāt really explain why Iām here actually.ā For more than one reason!Ā āIāve felt oddly drawn to here the past few days....?ā He settles on before cocking his head at her.Ā āHow about you?āĀ
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thewriter-noahā:
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Itād been hard for Noah to place Jasper initially when theyād met in the town square. Partially because of everything theyād just been through, and partially because he really only recognized him from a few short run ins at school. But if he was hanging around with Rory and Mac he had to be some sort ofĀ āokayā right? At least itās what he told himself when Jasper returned his joke with a warm smile. One that brought down Noahās walls just a smidgen. Just enough to make him feel like Jasper wasnāt going to be the next harsh judgement he had to hear from in regards to the damn polaroid.Ā āSeriously?ā Noah asked, a genuine curiosity present in his tone as he thought through his own experiences with school. Writing had been something thatād been encouraged of him from as far back as he could possibly imagine. Itād often been his saving grace in times when he thought he had nothing else.Ā āKind of fucked up from an educators perspective.ā He added, as he tapped his pen lightly against the cover of his book. The question about what heād been writing surprising him as he glanced down at it then back up to meet Jasperās gaze.Ā āItās kind of a mix. Any time Candy comes around I try and write about my perspective of events. But before that I was working on a script and thatās actually coming along quite nicely.āĀ
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āWell, half the joy of writing is in having legible handwriting, so maybe I fell down at the first hurdleā he jokes. Although truly, Jaspar is not a storyteller. Not at a professional level anyway - he gets far too eager to tell the ending and skips ahead on the details. Itās why heās much better at keeping a scientific logbook than a diary, so thereās something to be respected in the fact that Noah is creating something out of their torture.Ā āYou do?ā He canāt disguise his surprise at it. The instant thought that if Kamilla were ever to take a foray into private investigation instead of paranormal investigation that it might be the kind of thing that sheād find incredibly useful. Not that heās about to ask for Noahās... diary?Ā āThatās pretty rad, dude. Think Iād have... probably just curled up with a cup of tea and made a vow to never speak of it again.ā But he hadnāt been psychologically tortured so he may never know! Just... tortured by an inanimate square. Hmm.Ā āWhatās your genre of choice? If itās thriller I think youāre allowed a break.āĀ
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Rocky didnāt admit when she overreacted much, but she definitely thought about those moments a lot. And this was one of them. God, she hated being so fucking on edge like this. But the god news was, he seemed too distracted himself to give a shit that sheād snapped at him. Or, less likely, a good guy in Cherry! ā Youāre good. Thanks. ā She assured as she accepted lighter back. Not wasting much more time before she finally lit her cigarette, pocketing lighter safely once she was done with it. Flicking her out of her face as she blew smoke to the side.Ā ā No, itās cool. You didnāt scare me. ā Nothing scared Rocky ZhÅu. Thatās what she was always telling herself. Sometimes it felt true. ā Just surprised. ā She offered a small smirk with her words. A light joke, an easy one. Proving just how palatable she could be. How Proper, as it were.Ā ā If you donāt mind second hand smoke youāre welcome to keep hiding here. I was kinda doing the same thing myself. ā
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āJust surprisedā. Jaspar could count on both of his hands the number of times a scared āghostā observer had said something along those lines in his lifetime. But, of course heās not going to casually mention that heās part of a family of con artists to a complete stranger. Thatās at least fiftieth conversation territory. Preferably never. So, he lets out a chuckle, āif you ever meet me in the wild I am not wanting to become a doctor and betraying my own by lingering here.ā He says, nudging his head in the direction of her cigarette. But itās meant lightheartedly. Heād take secondhand smoke over the nightmares heād been experiencing the past few days any day of the week. āSo whatās someone who doesnāt scare easily hiding out in a back alley?ā He quips, trying to muster a grin. If Jaspar had been a born and bred Cherriot he would know there were several reasons as to why someone may want to. But heās still got thatĀ ārelatively newā scent off him! Naive, bright and bushy-tailed when it came to everything seedy underbelly.
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thewriter-noahā:
who: open starter
What: little writer boy, doing little writer thingsĀ
Where: Town Square
And just like that they were back at it. Fear striking through them as the unknown showed itās ugly face back in Cherry. Noah felt sick to his stomach just thinking about it. The box, the evidence, the riddleā¦ Once again finding himself assigned with community service for the shit they needed to do to deal with Candy and her threats. It was frustrating to say the least. But recently that frustration, and anger had made great fuel for his writing. It all did really. So Noah made a point of returning back to the scene of their riddle. Sat himself down against the table and got to work. Heād started working on pages of his and Zevās script. Thinking that the recent events would boost his sense of creativity, but that quickly delved into notes from what he recalled from the days prior. Notes similar to the oneās heād taken over the course of the past year. Feeling that familiar sense of dread as each page left him feeling more and more like things were unfinished. He wasnāt sure how much time had passed but if the number of pages heād gone through was any indicator itād been at least a few hours before a shadow was cast over his book. Eyes squinting as he glanced up to see whoād approached.Ā āLong time no see.ā He started as he flipped his book shut.Ā āSee we had the same idea.āĀ
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Jaspar canāt help it. The siren song of the Town Square has been luring him to it even when heās been en route to other places in town. Itād be the worldās greatest love story if it werenāt for the fact that thereās an ominous feeling attached to it all. But on this particular trip, heās not alone. Noahās āGood one,ā he smiles warmly at ālong time no seeā as if the two hadnāt briefly met in the square when heād first felt the attachment. It was wishful thinking to imagine that he might have been writing about the Town Square too wasnāt it? To think that it might not have just been him stuck with the growing feeling of restlessness and the dreams. āCanāt say I was planning to do much writing though - my eighth grade English teacher let me down gently on pursuing anything like that...ā He pauses for a beat, chewing at the inside of his cheek.Ā āGot anything good going?āĀ
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ofsouthsidcrsā:
who: open
what: rocky being a lil on edge to be back in proper
where: around the side of surfās up
There were many, many things Rocky could attribute the tight feeling across her shoulders to. The horrifically publicised funeral of Billy Rocks that she had missed, the drama that seemed to swell every time someone so much as mentioned Lux Lewisā name, or maybe it was simply pain from carrying all the bullshit she had for so many fucking years. One thing she would not attribute it to, however, was an uncomfortable feeling caused by being back in Proper after so many years. It wasnāt the first time back, no, but it was sinking in that she was back. In a certain sense. Whatever. That totally wasnāt her problem.Ā
In the afternoon shadows beside Surfās Up Rocky attempted rid that irritating and awfully humbling feeling, pulling rolled cigarette from a metal case and put it between her lips. Cupping hand around it as she tried to light itā but then she sees a shadow move, or thinks she does. Either way, causes her to jump, dropping lighter from her hand as she did.Ā ā Jesus.Ā Donāt fucking sneak up on me like that, ā Was it really sneaking or was it more likely theyād just rounded a corner and now had Rocky snapping at them?Ā ā Total creeper shit. ā She commented irritably, grabbing cigarette before it had the chance to fall as well. She looked to the ground for fallen lighter, the faded red BIC lighter easy to spot, but unfortunately close to the approacherās feet. God damn it.Ā ā Mind passing my lighter? ā She asked, pointing to it. Irritability notably dropped from her tone now she was asking a favour. A small one, but a favour nonetheless.
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Jasparās walk to Surfās Up had taken longer than expected. Mainly because every few steps accompanies a longing in his gut to turn around and walk back to the Town Square. Itās horrific really. Enough to sour usually sweet expression as he slips into the shadows of his destination to get a top-up from his bag. To the alleyās other occupant, it may look like heās drinking as he whips out a flask and takes a hearty swig... but itās tea! He swears! Chamomile to ease stress. Or it should do - except one minute heās sipping his tea and the next heās retaliating Rockyās jump with one of his own.Ā
His eyes catch on the red of the lighter by his feet and he reaches down to grab it, before clutching it in his palm as if thereās something familiar about lighters from his eerie dreams. Not helpful for the creeper shit!Ā āUh, sorry! Got distracted for a second there.ā He snaps out of it, shaking his head a little as he finally extends the lighter out for Rocky to take. As if determined to prove heās actually a normal human, he throws her a smile.Ā āSorry if I scared you. Thought I could catch a break from the crowds back here.āĀ
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āOh good,ā Mac says with a light laugh. It would be just his luck to survive the past year and then drown to death with a bowling ball and a Zippo. He can see the headlines now, Two Weirdos Drown, Kamila Yang Jailed for Manslaughter and Conspiracy Theories. At least then he wouldnāt have to faceā¦ well, he didnāt even want to think about it. Plus, heās sure heād rather deal with that than die before the new Star Wars came out.Ā
āIs that Bill Clinton? Do I even wanna know?ā he teases, though he leans over to take an oar,Ā āIf they find us with him out here do you think heāll be like āI did not have nautical relationships with those men?āāĀ
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A burst of bright laughter leaves Jasparās mouth at Macās comment as he take his own oar and brings it down into the water to start pushing them out to sea before his eyes land on the bobblehead. āI used to travel around a lot with my family,ā he explains. āI got to, like, city four or five before I thought itād be better with something to remember from it all. Slick Willie here...ā His free hand reaches to pick Bill up from the bench who only nods his head, causing him to suck in a breath. āIs from when I lived in Washington for 2 months. But unfortunately, our good friendās default state is stuck on ferociously agreeing to everything while grinning so I donāt think heād even be able to deny it.ā Wacky and relatable? Way to goĀ Bobblehead Bill! Jaspar hoists the oar once more as Cherry starts to fade into their peripheral vision. āCanāt even trust a bobblehead politician these days... you see why he has to go, right?āĀ
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pilarhamiltonā:
who: open
where: blossom records booth
Pilar frowned as she rifled idly through the options at the booth. Sheād practically gone through half the CDās and had come to the realisation that she didnāt actually know what music her dad listened to. It made figuring out what to buy for him - an impulse decision that she was now committed to - a little harder than expected. āWhat do dadās listen to? Is it 70s music?ā she asked offhandedly as someone approached her side. Talking to people felt like more effort ever sinceā¦ well. Ever since. But she wasnāt going to start shying away from small talk and casual conversation just because of something like that. She would not become a hermit, goddammit. āI worry that anything I give him heāll play in the waiting room at the clinic and Iād so rather listen to something released in this decade if I or any of the Lambda Rho girls get hurt.ā
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Was buying a CD the kind of item Kamilla Yang had meant when she asked him to bring a personal item for their research experiment? Probably not but honestly Jasparās a little stuck on what he wants to sacrifice to the ocean. Something with low impact on the ecosystem maybe... because he definitely doesnāt need the turtles on his conscience as well as all the deceived families across the nation. Thankfully, as Pilar starts to speak, heās torn from his reverie altogether. Instead now caught up in the thought of what his own dad would play in the van. Lots of Tom Petty ... and Wings! Jasparās mind wanders. What is it with every dad ever and Wings anyway? Is Paul McCartney their agreed mascot? āIām convinced that theyāre all given a soundtrack in the delivery room. Thereās a generic dad vibe that seems to be timeless,ā he comments, lips quirking into a smile as long fingers skirt over CDs before landing on one in particular and pulling it out with a contemplative hum.Ā āāHuge Hits 1998ā²ā, he reads aloud from the inside of the cellophane wrapper.Ā āThatās gotta have a bit of dad rock and a bit of the latest on it... right?āĀ
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So maybe Macās day hadnāt been as monotonous as previously stated. Because how could B have predicted Mackenzie Walsh getting hot and heavy with Harvard Hargrove III on the dash? So lets disregard whatever I said about Macās day. There was no distraction better from what had just taken place than sailing out in the middle of the ocean with someone he barely knew, to assist the town crackpot in a research investigation he knew nothing about. Maybe the sea breeze or whatever would do him some good, it would knock some sense into him so he could processā¦ whatever the fuck had just taken place only an hour or so before.Ā
āUm- yeah, I did,ā he says, rifling around in his pockets. God, he hoped he hadnāt dropped it in Hargroveās office. How the fuck would he explain that one? Luckily, he finally fishes it out of his pocket- a zippo lighter from the vast collection that was beginning to collect dust in his room,Ā āThis good enough?ā He raises his eyebrows, mostly at the boat,Ā āWell thatās two more times than I have, so this should be good.āĀ
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Although Jasparās still unsure why Kamilla has asked them to bring the items, thereās a touch of curiosity in his eye as Mac pulls out a lighter. Just because it was interesting to see what heād brought when given a world of choice.Ā Heās always had a big imagination - can practically see it being held up at some concert at some point, even if itās probably not the case.Ā āYeah, should be good enough!ā He chirps, skimming through scribbled instructions to see if it actually would be. āBut just wait until you find out the two things I know about boats are, one: I know we need to take an oar each and two: thereās usually life jackets stored under the benches in case of emergencies,ā Jaspar grins easily, nose scrunching slightly. Itās the kind of smile that should put Mac more at ease even if he is fully lacking confidence himself. Still, he loads the items into the boat, giving careful consideration to the orange bowling ball, the bottle heād collected from the office, and his own personal item - a bobblehead of their current president, currently swaying his oversized head in the breeze. And the tea and pretzels, of course - sustenance was important, before finally taking hopping in himself.Ā āI think weāre pretty much set whenever youāre ready to give up your land legs.āĀ
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In the past year Mac had doneā¦ weirder things than this, somehow. He was surprised that anyone outside of the gang wanted to talk to him, considering most of the town seemed to tiptoe around them after theyād gone missing for two days. Or at least, thatās what it felt like. But Jaspar is a welcome distraction to an otherwise monotonous day, and out of all the real adults in Cherry, Kamilla Yang was somehow among the ones he trusted. He wasnāt all that convinced that what they were doing was going to add up to anything significant, but what the hell, right? It was the least he could do after heād seen her precious Phantom and sheād never have the chance.Ā
āYeah- sure, is there anything you need me to do?ā he smiles,Ā āI snagged a bag of pretzels from the store, so weāve got snacks, too.āĀ
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A small hum pushes past Jasparās lips at Macās question before heās reaching into the pocket of his multicoloured jacket to pull up a very crinkled sheet of paper. Heād never been the most diligent worker... with all the moving heād done heād never really seen the point when his jobs would last a few months at most, but he wants to be! Or be better at trying to be diligent, at least!Ā āWell, I suppose the most important thing you can do right now is let me know if you brought your personal item?ā He looks up from the sheet, wondering where heād put the IKEA pencil that heād scribbled the list with to begin with - itād be handy to tick the items on the list off. āAnd then Iām probably gonna need some help with getting her,ā he taps at the side of the boat with his free hand,Ā āout onto the water. I can practically count on two fingers the amount I know about getting a boat going.āĀ
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littledebsā:
ššš: debra foster & OPEN
šššš:āā lil debs doing her dirty work 4 the day
ššššš: the block party, obvi!
The lines between Proper and the Southside had slowly began to fade. Well, if they could all coexist at a block party, maybe it would be! It also gave Debra the perfect front to actually be at the block party. Had she shown up of her own volition with no Southsiders in sightā¦ she would have had a bit of explaining to do. Luckily, she had been tasked to mingling on the Proper side. There werenāt many girls in the Southside gang, and not many that could throw on innocence like Debra. Thus, she was given a dress code by Hasim, to wear something unsuspecting as if to say hey, Southsiders can look nice too! She tugged at the sun dress she was in, clipboard in hand, as she hunted down voters. She had been bouncing between her job at The Pit and the Southside Gang all day long and just needed a break. Was this what it would be like when she was inevitably split between both worlds? Maybe!
She wanted to sit down, maybe have a lemonade, but Debra had been given a goal. Get younginās to either register to vote or convince voters that Hasim was in the best interest of Cherry Township. It was a task that Debra wasnāt surprised fell on her. How could you say no to a face like hers?Ā āHi, sorry to be a bother,ā she smiled softly, tapping the next person she saw on the shoulder. If she could secure them, maybe sheād be allowed a break.Ā āIām with Hasim Erdoganās campaign. I was wondering if there was any way I could convince,ā or bribe, āyou into registering to vote? Or at least hearing about our plans for Cherry? It would only take two minutes, tops!ā
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There was something oddly familiar about small town rivalries, in Jasparās opinion. Heād called home to so many small towns throughout his life that itās the only reliable staple. New town, same old story. Because thereād always be some people with more and some with less, and sure as the folk tales about mystical beings that heād grown up with - they were created about people too. Itād been why heād been so determined to explore the Southside when heād first arrived in Cherry; why heās still torn about the growing distrust in his gut about the Southsiders since he started his summer job.Ā
āAh Iām sorry, Iām registered to vote in... my home state.ā Where was he registered to vote? Something for future Jaspar to dwell on, he supposes. The more immediate concern is the curiosity that piques up in him when he hearsĀ āplans for Cherryā. Surely knowing that may be helpful in the office. Heās supposed to be getting on with collecting items for Kamillaās ābig research projectā but when has he not been at the beck and call of curiosity? āBut maybe I can hear some of those plans of yours and spread them to my friends to encourage them to vote?āĀ
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cristianovaā:
who: @ anybody
where: beside Jillianās booth
what: cris is demanding fashion advice.
For whatever reason, Cris felt himself pulled back to Cherieās Closet booth throughout the evening. The benefit of tag-teaming with his mom on a Van Allen booth was that they could work in shifts. Cris was supposed to be socializing during his time off, but instead he was reminiscing on what used to be. Even if it was a cover, he really had enjoyed working for Jillian. It was his first real job! He resented capitalism but he loved supporting another female-owned small business. So there he stood, perusing what was left of Jillianās wares once again. As a familiar face walked past, he reached out for their attention.Ā āAye! Slow down, partner!ā He shouted.Ā āYou gotta help me pick out one last outfit from Cherieās!ā He gestured to the clothes displayed and hanging around beside him.Ā āWhich of these screams: Cristiano Van Allen?ā
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Jasparās style has definitely changed upon arrival in California. Turtlenecks, once a coveted item in his closet, have been replaced by loose tees andĀ ācozy chiqueā has gone out the window since the arrival of summer. Enough to leave him feeling like a bit like an alien (ha!). So to be asked for styling advice? He lets out a huff of air as if to vocalise his confusion of being picked but he gets to work anyway. āLetās see what weāve got here...ā and a laugh slips past his lips, shaking his head at his own decision before itās even lifted off the rack. Not because of the style of the baby tee but the design on the front... screams something! Heād been trying to pick out something bright.Ā āAlright... Iām going to ask you a very serious question, Cristiano Van Allen,ā Jaspar starts, narrowing his eyes between the fabric now held tightly to his chest to not reveal anything beyond the red ringer neckline and Cristiano. āOpinion on the Hoff?āĀ
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