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"You could've easily denied the invitation." She explained, wondering what happened if any of her classmates hadn't come home for the alumni event. Did the police reach out to them and request they return back to Lincoln City ASAP? Or did those lucky few get to stay home in blissful ignorance? If only Mira didn't live in Lincoln City, she would've had her answer.

Letting out a soft sigh and making a show of thinking over her response, it wasn't as exciting as Mira was making it out to be. "Good, working at the hospital," she motioned down at the black scrubs she was wearing, as if she almost didn't need to to say her job out loud for it to be obvious. "Going to therapy. I have a cat now, which I think is the highlight."

She brought the paper bag holding her prescription up to her mouth to bite on it, holding it between her teeth as she quickly swept her long dark hair up in a messy bun. "What about you? What's going on with you?"

Rhys rests his forehead against his arm that's resting on the nearest surface. There's music softly playing through his earbuds to tune out the noise around him. He has a massive headache and the last thing he wants to do is deal with people around him. He taps his foot against the floor to the beat of the music, thinking about how he could have made this song slap better. It's one of his favorite things to do, pick music apart and fix it later.

He lifts his head up to see Mira, realizing he's not in a typical spot. It's not some cafe or diner. It's a store where people pick up pills. He lifts his hand up to pluck the earbud out of his ear. He coughs, waiting to catch her attention and when he does, the biggest smile curves his features. "In the flesh," he keeps his gaze on her as she approaches him.

"Yeah, I don't think we were given much of a choice." He thinks about the Facebook post on a daily, sometimes he wishes he ignored it. What would have happened? Would this person have come and killed him for not listening? What was the point? There were a million questions that constantly ran through Rhys head. "How have you been?"

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simply-mira · 5 hours

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well now mira definitely regretted the fact that she had missed the alumni event. it hadn't been so long since that cherry could have fan into multiple people to put a sour taste in her mouth, so mira was betting whatever or whoever was the cause had been during the event or the subsequential lockdown after. against, she didn't comment. she just let out a soft hum as she contemplated her thoughts. "make a confession?" what kind of confession could be made, unless cherry was insinuating that someone had something to do with chris's disappearance? unless she was referencing the god awful dare box. either way, mira was sure any new information would be good for the cops and she wondered if anyone's lips had loosened "its been ten years. who knows what mindset everyone is in." or how stable they were.

had she ran into someone that left a bad taste in her mouth ? she wasn't the type of person to hold back from saying what was really on her mind but she was also guarded . there were parts of her that were always held back because she didn't want to seem weak , like a cry baby . she was just an overgrown little girl who had never learned how to process things the right way . " not just one , " she settles on admitting , the sea of faces flowing back into town something that she didn't enjoy even if she pretended that she was cool with being angry , torn up . in a way , at least it was some emotion rather than the way everything had blended into the same melancholy over the last few years especially . " i'm sure they'll fly by … too many big reps on the line , " not her . never her . " unless someone decides to make a confession … but i've never known anyone around here to grow a conscience . " that was the main thing that had ended up binding them together in their false sense of security .

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simply-mira · 9 hours

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Anya Chalotra as Yennefer of Vengerberg The Witcher Season 3 Episode 4

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simply-mira · 2 days

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it was a scoff and an eye roll that answered michael. honestly, she wasn't as surprised this was the route he had followed after what she had known and seen of michael in high school. he had always wanted to be loved and fawned over, what better way to do that then by becoming a member of the church? not only were people congregating to listen to you speak, they held you in such high regard it was almost as if you were god himself. isn't that was people believed, a priest was who god spoke to? she scoffed once more, this time at her thoughts. eyes narrowing at his comment, because everything that came out of his mouth felt passive aggressive, she just said, "it's very rewarding." humming as she listened to him, wanting to call bullshit on it all, mira's head fell to the side as she continued to look him over. what was his goal? that's what she couldn't figure out. surely the attention and trust people put in him wasn't enough to keep this up. she doubted he found being a priest gratifing. "so whats next? are you planning on moving back to lincoln city to take over as head of the church?"

it was masterful , there was no flaw to his performance . sometimes when you acted for long enough , you forgot that there was any other way to be . his persona was curated , beautiful , graceful … it was near impossible to trigger any other sign of life , pressure points not reactive . ( even his parents might have struggled to recognise their once unruly son ) . " someone has to be holding all these souls in their prayers , " immediate response , not downplaying her role in the saving of lives although he didn't , in all honesty , know what exactly she did do . " it's nice that you have a job that helps others … it really shows the quality of your heart , " compliments with ease , not really picking up on the touch subject because he had always been tactile , nothing changing with his new disposition . he didn't attempt to reach out again but warmth still buzzed from his features as his fingertips brushed across the cross that was worn around his neck . he leans back , " apologies , " marked and quick resolution . his thumb is brushing over the indents of the silver ring on his index finger , wondering if she is waiting for some massive admittance , " i woke up one day and realised that something was missing from my life … that the party was over and nothing had came out of it . i spent a few weeks wondering what to do next , coming down from everything i'd pumped into my body since graduation … and then i realised that life has so mean something greater for us all . there's something intrinsically linking us all together , humanity and faith . i was guided to find it at just the right time to stop me from falling foul to my own sinful path . "

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simply-mira · 2 days

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Do you want to tell the truth?

About what, exactly?

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simply-mira · 2 days

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what was your first thought when the police said they'd found something of chris'?

honestly? that the cops seem pretty incompetent if it took them ten years to find anything that belonged to chris.

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simply-mira · 2 days

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sometime's mira's days were long, and exhausting, and could feel like she didn't have a moment to think. today was one of those days. and when that happened, she often found herself decompressing after work at the same restaurant, sitting at the bar with a glass of wine and some food in front of her. so that had been the plan. she parked her car and began to walk towards the entrance, and then saw a familiar face coming the opposite way. "tired, how's my favorite bartender?" she answered his question with an ease, already debating going somewhere else for the night if zeppelin was off. brows raising at his question, because they had never spent time outside of the confines of that building, mira debated her answer for a full minute. she wasn't lying, she was tired. she had just come off at fourteen hour shift... but the spur of the moment idea seemed fun. "that sounds like an ominous invite, where are we going?" she asked, her answer given in her own question.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 , @simply-mira .

getting out of work , zeppelin grabbed his things and exited the restaurant . a deep breath escaping his lips as he stood out in the back , the 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 and 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 being something somewhat relaxing for the split second as he stood there . finally , he pulled his keys out of his pocket and started to move towards the parking lot . it was then that he saw the familiar face , a smile pulling at the corners of his lips . ❛ how's my favorite customer ? ❜ he teased before looking over at his car and then back at the girl . ❛ you wanna go somewhere with me ? ❜ getting out of there with someone he 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 liked sounding like a great idea in that moment .

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simply-mira · 3 days

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mira tried to keep her initial response to cherry's comment to herself. she didn't want her thoughts and ideas to be known by everyone, and so she had learned over the years to try to not react to the things people around her were saying. because if she pursed her lips and raised her brows in surprise and entertainment, maybe cherry wouldn't be so vocal next time. "it feels like you..." are projecting? no, can't say that. "ran into someone that left a bad taste in your mouth." there, that was vague enough. but not untrue. if cherry was talking about how she never wanted to see anyone that left again, that would probably be because of someone coming home, right? "depends on how quick these police interviews go, right?" knowing how slow the police could be at times, mira wouldn't be shocked if these interviews took at least a month. "have you been called into the station yet?"

she might have sensed there was something up with mira if she cared but cherry was far too self involved , focused only on how things had affected her . the returned question almost makes her scoff but managing to stay composed , she offers a response that says it all , " i would have died happy if i never saw a single soul that came back again , " but that wasn't the truth , cherry would never have died happy because she was too busy feeling sorry for herself . there were a lot of people she had once been close to that were filtering back into her life and it was an unfortunate combination of her own stubbornness and a feeling of betrayal that kept her fuelled with the wish that they'd never shown up at all . " i wouldn't worry though , i'm sure they'll be speeding out of here in no time … this is just a little pit stop on memory lane to make them feel like they paid their dues , " as if staying gave her some sort of superiority .

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simply-mira · 5 days

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Okay, so clearly Mira wasn't the only one who had missed the event, because from Arbor's words, it sounded like they had as well. "Same, only because there hasn't really been much of a freak out in Lincoln City for a while and I'd like to see everyone panic over a severe storm warning." Apparently the school went into full lock down mode? She wasn't even aware that was something the school could do, unless all these new investors and the remodel played a part in that.

"Apparently the police showed up too, and demanded no one leave town. So, at least we'll have some entertainment in the mean time." Placing a few carton's of blackberries in her bag, Mira pushed back a yawn. She wasn't a fan of waking up early on her days off, but it was the only way she felt like a functioning member of society. "Why'd you miss it?"

Arbor had gotten in late, fully intending to show up for the school event, but he had loose ends to tie up before leaving his LA living behind. His podcast on an official hiatus now, all of the meetings they had scheduled canceled or over with, they stood near the apples, turning a particularly red one over in their hands, debating buying it as if it was the most important decision of their life.

"It did, didn't it?" They responded, apple carefully placed back atop the stack, their gaze shifting to Mira, studying her expression. He had heard the bare minimum about what had gone down, and couldn't say he cared enough to ask for more details. "I hate I missed it."

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simply-mira · 5 days

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could the reason everyone seemed to believe every word that came out of his mouth, be that he believed every word that came out of his mouth? every little dig that seemed to leave mira's lips, michael had a response that did not give anything away. and no one was that good, not if they're lying, right? eyes narrowing as he turned the conversation back on her, she pushed her hair out of her face and didn't break eye contact as she did. "well, i'm helping save lies, you're what? praying for them?" normally, she wouldn't throw the whole medical worker hero complex bullshit around, because the surgeon's she worked under did it enough for everyone, but michael had always irritated her and she just wanted to see him frazzled. the second his hands found her shoulder, she didn't hesitate to shrug him off, her body leaning away from his touch incase he tried it again. "did mother mary ever teach you about consent?" was it because he was a man or a religious figure that he felt it was okay to touch her? sighing to calm down, mira counted to three in her head before continuing. "what brought this whole thing on, by the way? you never struck me as the religious type before."

the complexity , the reason that nobody would probably ever follow mira's thought process was that , michael in a way , was what he pretended to be . there was no separation between who he wanted to be and what was reality , his goodness all just a tribute to what could have appeared to be his conscience . " i think you're asking all the wrong questions … so interested in me … it makes me really worried about you , mira . are you happy with all the choices you've made in your life ? " and the crease in his forehead is so gentle and so light that it feels like a genuine , caring , compassionate enquiry . it was so hard to tell with michael , what side of the line you fell on and when it would all flip upside down . she was right about the work it had taken him and the dedication that it required to get to where he had . it was no easy thing , no flippant choice that you could just throw away … to most . " i really appreciate your concern for me … but you don't need to worry , " he reaches out , his hand lightly touching her shoulder , a reassuring squeeze , " i'm going to be just fine and my faith will get me through all the tests that life has to offer me . if i'm rewarded for that , it's just part of mother mary's plans for me . "

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simply-mira · 9 days

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which classmates do you regret not getting to know better?

Hmm, there are a lot of people I wish I had gotten the courage to get to know in high school. Recently I've found I like spending time with Zeppelin, and wonder what it would have been like if we started talking sooner. Same goes for Kiara. @zeppclin @kiarajyshi

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simply-mira · 9 days

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setting: after the alumni event tagged: rhys carter @rhyscarter

it had been a long day. mira had just gotten through with her shift, and all she wanted after picking up her prescription from the drug store was to go home and take a long bath and then pass out. seriously, fuck fourteen hour shifts. but the hospital was seveirely understaffed and even if she wanted to complain about it, they didn't have enough employee's to make the change. and it's not like her charge nurse would care enough either.

yawning deeply, the raven haired woman tried not to fall asleep where she was standing as she waited in the line of, what felt like, a dozen other people in town that had all just gotten out of work and were picking up their prescriptions as well. letting her eyes close for a second, she heard someone cough behind her, to clearly get attention and she opened them again to move forward. only this time when she opened them, she saw a familiar face nearby. "rhys?"

kind of funny, to see him in the place they had once worked. almost poetic. finally able to grab her order, she thanked the pharmacist and then made her way over to her old coworker. "hey stranger, i didn't realize you were back in town."

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simply-mira · 9 days

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for a moment, mira had forgotten who the other woman's father was and why she would need the alumni even to be considered a success, and then reality came back down and simply nodded her head. "i doubt the festivities would have been quiet for long, considering everyone and their mom posts any inconvenience online. it only takes on person to let the cat of the bag, right?"

mira couldn't help but feel thankful that social media, while popular in high school, hadn't reached the peak it is at now. if it had, she was certain the secrets of that night would have been spilled ten years ago.

"and no, no contact from the cops yet. i wonder if i'm immune to this whole thing since i wasn't actually at the event." she was hoping that was the case. the idea of being questioned wasn't really ideal. "what about you? anything?"

isa hadn't planned on making an appearance at the farmer's market that afternoon. it seemed that around every corner was a new member of the class of 2014, their small town made even smaller by the don't leave town police order. and though isa was reaping the benefits, her social calendar more full than ever, there were also some downsides.

like the fact that she was expected to operate as if everything was business as usual when asked about that night.

the new night, not the old one. the reunion night.

"it was certainly... something," she acknowledged carefully, placing a reject pepper back into the pile from whence it came. isa had very high standards when it came to produce. "sadly, now that word has spread about the end of night festivities, i'm not sure that we can classify the evening as a success. have the police sought you out yet? it seems as though everyone from the class of 2014 will need to be reinterviewed."

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simply-mira · 9 days

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her dark eyes watched him, taking in his pleasant smile and relaxed demeanor and she couldn't quiet the voice in her head that screamed FAKE. michael had been playing games for years, and it seemed most of her old classmates had fallen prey to them without much of a fight. it made her wonder why they couldn't see clearly. and why she didn't trip over herself and fall to her knees in front of micheal like so many other clearly did. her brows rose slightly at his words, at the closest she was sure she'd ever get to some sort of confession. okay, she could keep up. "and how long do you intend stay in this character?" she asked him, sitting at an open seat across from where he was. she could be relaxed too. "i mean, took a lot of work to get here, right? a lot of effort? how long before you get bored and try something else?" how long before even this facade starts to crumble and he has to reinvent himself? "you know, i'll give it to you, you could probably get at least an emmy for this performance."

" i don't have anything else to be … sorry to disappoint , " his shoulders rolled with ease , the shrug and small smile going hand in hand . he was the picture of innocence , his good looks always offering a sort of radiance that was left behind … easing people into a false sense of security . michael hadn't done anything wrong since he had returned , his behaviour perfect and very aligned with his new religious beliefs . it had taken five years to become a priest , no small feat . achieving his new life had taken time , dedication and effort . it was much more than he had ever offered to a lifestyle before . " hmm , you got me , " something slightly unnerving , always a hidden side to him , persona encompassing all the elements of the sun and moon … constantly turning one way and then the other . his lips twitch into that signature smile , softness apparent along with those gooey light brown eyes . " i like playing different characters … especially in interesting stories , " wasn't that what everything was about ? the characters you could play , the stories you could tell . michael had never wanted a boring life . he had a thirst for more … but mira already knew that . she had always had a way of resisting , not wanting to get absorbed into his orbit . he didn't like that .

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simply-mira · 9 days

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mira tried not to smile at cherry's comment. why? because she didn't want to seem cruel or unkind to agree that the people that came back to lincoln city probably weren't the smartest of their graduating class. and it's not like she wanted to make people that stayed here, people like herself, feel any less... but it was a funny quip. pursing her lips, she ducked her head to hide any semblance of a smirk. "more curious then anything. who decided to return, what state they were in." for example, she had heard chris's brother had returned, and mira could only imagine all the shit kai was mentally dealing with being back in the town his brother went missing. and maybe she would be a little sad if she didn't get to see that meltdown in person. "what about you? anyone you wanted to be reunited with? or didn't?"

she found that funny . she probably shouldn't have , but she did . heh . a warm breath leaves her lips as she tips her sunglasses up onto her head , resting on her messily shaken out locks . she's looking at mira , " a few people missing … the ones with brains … " sarcasm . it didn't seem to be a question of intelligence when it came to why people had returned … curiousity killed the cat . what would kill the class of 2014 ? " unfortunately , most people look the same , " whether that was because she wished they looked better or worse was questionable . she's grabbing something random and throwing it in the recyclable shopper that her mom had forced onto her as she was leaving , whatever recipe that is meant to be made likely not going to go to plan when she returns with anything she's thrown inside . " anyone you wanted to see ? "

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simply-mira · 10 days

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who is your least favourite classmate?

I am not about to air out my dirty laundry for the whole of Lincoln City to see and comment on. So, I'll just say, they know who they are.

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simply-mira · 13 days

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mira took one look at cherry and couldn't stop the thoughts that ran through her head, mostly, that this girl looked like shit. sure, the sunglasses helped shield her eyes from the world, but mira was still able to see the bags under them. probably hungover, that seemed on brand. but she wasn't going to judge, no, that bad habit of her's was long gone. "isn't that our m.o?" she questioned, as she began to fill her disposable bag up with some ripe apples. "it seems like almost everyone is back in town..." and she was trying to see if cherry was happy about that or not. "any one look worse then when they left? or better?"

the news hadn't settled well with cherry but most things didn't , the minimal inconvenience that occurred seeming to knock her for six . this had done more than that and she felt like there was a flashing red button that she needed to find , a way to eject herself from this situation and from her life once and for all . at times , it felt so intensely that she wanted to leave herself behind that she became even more rooted where she was . she would drown in her own sorrows before she ever found a way out , before she ever opened her eyes to the reality that the world kept on spinning . she's grabbing things for her mom for dinner , begrudging and obviously hungover , large curved red tinted glasses over her eyes which have bags under them , dark in colour . she rakes a hand through her hair seeing mira … " yeah , crazy bullshit just like everything that happens around here . almost like the second we all get together , it all goes wrong … " she's clearly bitter about it , not trying to hide the way her tone tightens . she blames everyone but she also blames herself . how did they end up here again ?

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