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WELCOME BACK TO 2GEN!

Bring the drama, bring the joy, bring the shock and the horror, but also bring a chair for a front row seat. Maximalism is standard in dear Rosewood, so someone must be left cleaning up something spectacular in the holiday aftermath. Who had a holiday confession? Who suffered a faux pas worth skipping town for? Who is sticking to their new year's resolutions and who has already gone down in flames? Laundry and taxes are nice but what we really want to know is who got caught drinking from the bath tub?

MORE INFORMATION;

2gen starts now!!

As always, bios go in #chw2gen and fc changes go in the discord

#event: 2gen

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The holidays may have came and went— but as several members of our CHW community love to state, what is time anyways?

So with that mantra in mind, we the admins have decided that we'd love a peek into the future. Whilst, we do intend on our well known second generation event returning to the dash (sooner than you think)... we want to see what the holidays have looked like for the kids of our characters.

Below, we have a list of prompts and we'd love to see your response to them. Let's get into the lore of some of these 2gen kids, why don't we?

001. under the mistletoe—

who has your character found themselves kissing due to mistletoe? who was their first and who might have been their most recent.

002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink.

who did they find themselves snuggled up with, this holiday season? what was running through their minds in those more quiet moments? if they didn't find themselves with anyone... who might they have wanted to find themselves with? or who have they been snuggled up with in the past? do they currently miss that person.

003. snowed in from a heavy snow storm.

in the grand tradition of freak snow storms that happen to group people together in rosewood— list five (5) people your character would or wouldn't want to find themselves snowed in with.

004. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the center and family chaos ensuing around the house.

what does the holiday dinner usually look like for your characters family? who's typically on the guest list? is it a scene straight out of the bear holiday episode or is it a bit more something out of a hallmark movie?

005. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel.

who is the one making the executive decisions when it comes to the tree in your characters house hold? does it often look like the textbook christmas tree or does it have a lot more flair? did it fit through the front door with ease or was it a whole family affair.

006. setting out snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers!

which parent was most likely to be the designated cookie eater? was there ever a moment your character came to find santa in the act? who did they and/or the parent react?

007. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice?

it's pretty self explanatory— would your character be considered naughty or nice this year? what would their reaction to that?

008. exchanging and open gifts, anticipating what gift they may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks?

what was on your characters wishlist this year? better yet, what was the best present they received? Or have ever received.

009. auditions are now open for the town christmas extravaganza !!!

we have several musically inclined characters in 2gen— what would they have performed at their first showcase? would they have been nervous? would this have been a piece of cake? if not a performer, what was their favorite memory when it simply came to rosewood in the holidays?

010. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win?  

snowball fight !!! what has that looked like for your character? were they hidden behind the fort the entire time? were they leading the charge? did they bring out a jacquemus snow ball maker ?

#prompts

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adeline chadwell (paige)

stradlin ramirez (brando)

#let us be real we old hags have surpassed the need for apps #for old bios i am more than happy to just have a little chitty chatty about the character #i trust u all obv and i'd rather have characters on the dash than collecting dust on the masterlist #new bios like bill and ted will still require an app though!!!!

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greetings and salutations!

doing some housekeeping over in the masterlist– aside from updates on taken characters, fc changes for open characters are as follows:

preston mayer → patrick schwarzenegger

taylor flick → alyah chanelle scott

bra willis → damson idris

troy evans → andre lamoglia

aria walton → esmeralda soto

wyatt saugis → felix mallard

additionally, please unfollow:

@reedxlewis

@stcrmszn

@suede-dunn

@wyattsaugis

@zellahartdale

@ainsleyrice

@birdiestratford

@castillo-javier

@mclliefitz

#admin

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EDWIN "TEDDY" LAFUENTE. rock star; twenty-one. xolo maridueña. OPEN.

and, as ted logan once said: “All we are is dust in the wind, dude.” 

BEFORE THE PARTY

Edwin LaFuente— more commonly known by the nickname given to him by his legion of fans, Teddy might not be the brightest light bulb in the tool shed. No, that wasn't leading to a but. He's not exactly academically gifted and he'd be the first to let you know, although there's a variety of other things Teddy did very well. For one, his knack to perfectly assess someone's zodiac sign, it was almost freaky how well he could take one look at someone and know exactly what their sign was. His ability to never have a bad hair day. There wasn't a day those perfectly perfect curls on his head weren't perfect. And the worst part, he didn't even try. Not to mention, he'd been a star soccer player for a spell during his tenure at the famed Rosewood Academy, in fact that's what had allowed him to attend the school. Not that he stuck to it given that his true love had been one thing and one thing only. Music. Sure, his abilities on the field had been his golden ticket but music had been what fed his soul. For as long as he could remember ( a shocker he'd retained these moment given memory wasn't a thing Teddy was known for ) Teddy had a knack for music. A talent that his mother and father had stood divided on. See, his father believed in nurturing his god given talent whilst his mother didn't want her son to end up a lowly busker, singing his shoulda, woulda, coulda's for some spare change. She wanted him to thrive, to have a better life than the one she and her husband had. So she pushed for him to excel at things that would get him further ahead, academics and athletics but Teddy rejected these things at every pass— his father taking note of this pushback and instead fed his love for music. He'd get his son the latest Weezer record as he enjoyed the whimsy of their lyrics. He took Teddy to guitar lessons, as an incentive to get his son to try to placate his mother and it'd definitely worked. But he wasn't cut out for the Troy Bolton life. So as soon as he could, he devoted his entire life to the one thing he loved. Music. His passion soon translated to success, as he'd caught the attention of his classmate and fellow music aficionado— Benny Peleke. And the rest was as they say, history. The two couldn't be more different on paper; Benny having came from an affluent background, Teddy having not. Benny actually cared about his grades, whilst Teddy only cared because he didn't want to hear it from his mama. Benny had charm and charisma in droves, Teddy still got tongue tied at the mere thought of asking someone for their number. But what did they have in common? Their love for music. With Benny's knowledge in marketing and social media combined with Ted's talent, the two knew they had something. Benny then suggested that his main squeeze, Penny Lane sing vocals on their tracks. When the three came together, it'd been lightening in a bottle. Their name, their music instantly becoming inescapable. Soon, in came the accolades, the fame and by his side, his best friend. The person who'd made all of his dreams become a reality. He'd been able to do what he loved for a boat load of money, whilst making both of his parents proud of him. All was righteous in his world. Well... that was until Penny Lane had decided she was better off a solo act.

DURING THE PARTY

What was going to become of Benny and him? Like yeah, they would probably continue as a duo, and he wouldn't complain about that because he'd get to keep rocking out with his best bud... but it wasn't like neither one of them were lyricists. All those words, that was all Penny Lane's doing. He couldn't even begin to fathom how to put together a song. As Teddy continued to think about how different things were about to be for Benny and himself, he felt his mood start to mellow and that was the last thing he needed. No, what Benny and him needed was a good ol' night out. Something to simulate the mind, maybe that'll get words flowing out of the two of them. And luckily, they were back home in Rosewood, where every night was essentially a party. So he went about picking up their pre-party essentials, in hopes of getting Benny out of the funk he'd found himself post break up. Which he totally got, his main guy had just gotten his heart broken into a gazillion little pieces— but between us, Teddy had always thought Benny was way too good for Penny Lane, so he was going to do everything in his power to lift him back up. As he'd stepped out of the local supermarket, munchies in hand– he found himself blinded by a stray piece of paper. He reached up to remove it from his face, ready to toss it in the trash ( Teddy was strictly anti-litter) but curiosity got the best of him and he decided to read what was on it. That decision being one that Teddy would always be grateful for as the piece of paper was a flyer, one that was seeking band mates. A certain, Cliff Saito was looking to put together a band and well, Benny and himself were out a band member so perhaps... they were exactly what each other needed.

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

#teddy lafuente #ted logan #bill and ted's excellent adventure #openm #xolo maridueña

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BENJAMIN "BENNY" PELEKE. rock star; twenty-one. evan mock. OPEN.

and, as bill preston once said: “Be excellent to each other!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

What motivated Benjamin— excuse me, Benny Peleke? That being a great question, as the guy was renown for his antics. Benny, being the guy who couldn't stick to a hair color for more than a month, his buzzcut having gone from icy baby blue to it's now often duplicated, pale pink shade. Benny, who threw an impromptu concert on the rooftop of Trax— despite the strict noise code of Rosewood. Benny, who'd commemorated the release of his first album by streaking across the Ravenwood campus. If the answer to the aforementioned question was still escaping you, it was attention. He thrived on attention, and why was that? Benny was the only child of a rock icon. The man's music being synonymous with the words heavy metal, his legendary shaggy mullet having inspired many a mullets back in his heyday, his contributions to rock music having inspired artists in not just that genre but in music as a whole. So being the son of such a legend meant that he had to share his fathers attention with essentially, the world. And whilst his dad did his best to be an active part of Benny's life, he simply couldn't be there all of the time. So with no mother— she having left Benny on his fathers tour bus when he was two years old with nothing to trace back to her, a father who was often too busy... Benny had had quite a lonely childhood. Sure, he'd been well off but so many of his birthdays, graduations, music recitals had been attended by his fathers staff members rather than by the man himself. That sense of abandon developed itself into a wicked habit. He'd do anything to get a reaction from the man and that he definitely did. Whether that was getting into brawls with the pea brained ignoramuses— jocks as they are more commonly referred to, showing up to his classes reeking of marijuana, or being an all around menace, Benny had done it all to elicit some sort of reaction out of his father but with each of his tantrums– his father simply donated money to the school. In fact, there was a whole music hall named after his father at Rosewood Academy for something that's still referred to as that thing Benny did. But despite being a nuisance, Benny was actually quite intelligent. At least when it came to things he cared about, like music. He'd certainly been gifted with his father's ear, but he also had a knack for business. By the time he'd graduated high school, he was already managing several acts, including his best friend, Edwin 'Teddy' LaFuente. But the apple of his eye had always been Penny Lane. The girl had the voice of an angel with a body made for sin. The two had been inseparable, she happily providing him with the attention that no one ever had before. For that reason, when Teddy and himself had needed that thing to push their music— Penny had been the answer. And whilst Teddy had had some reservations, Benny told him to trust him and for what it was worth, he'd been right. With Penny's voice, Teddy's talent and Benny's lyricism and social media savvy, their band had become inescapable. Their songs were suddenly charting, they'd embarked on two multi-city tours, and better yet, his father had invested interest in his endeavor. He'd made him proud, his words exactly. But the good times came to a screeching halt— 'Penny Lane to go Solo' read the headline. The love of his life, the voice of their band had flown the coop.

DURING THE PARTY;

Given what'd recently transpired in his life, Benny wasn't quite in the mood for a party. He was more than prepared for a sad night in with a pint of ice cream, some more than decent weed he'd scored through Teddy's connect and the Bridget Jones trilogy— apparently a must watch when you felt like your heart had been ripped out of his butthole... at least according to google. So Benny hadn't been in attendance of that evening festivities, his spoon just about to break into his butter pecan ice cream when his front door flew ajar. In his door way stood his best bud, completely out of breath. As he caught his breath, Teddy tried to use his words but they were currently failing him so he simply shoved a piece of paper he'd been holding onto for dear life into his chest. Benny pulled it straight, it having been an ad. An ad, very much like the ones he would post at Trax back in their younger years— seeking bandmates. In fact, that's how Teddy and himself met. He ran his eyes over the content of the page; Cliff Saito was looking for bandmates. The look on Benny's face surely made it clear to Teddy that he had to be pulling his leg. But his best friend insisted that, they had to give this a shot. That perhaps, this flyer had smacked Teddy in the face for a reason. That the universe wanted this Cliff Saito in their lives. And who was Benny to argue with the universe, especially when it'd made his best friend this happy, so he let Teddy know that they would follow through with Cliff. But before that, they were going to sit through three romantic comedies starring Renée Zellweger.

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

#benny peleke #bill preston #bill and ted's excellent adventure #openm

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GET READY FOR 2GEN !

And things are about to get terrifying. A CHW classic is back but with a major twist. The young adults of this following generation have been summoned to gather together on a rainy October night for a good ol' time. Good music blaring with an abundance of treats to indulge in. Well, that's before things take a turn. Because, as the music is suddenly turned down, someone suggests they play a game. One, that most of them are familiar with. A Halloween season staple.

BODIES, BODIES, BODIES.

Now what does that entail exactly? Each member of CHW will be asked to offer two (2) of their characters to the game. Following that, we will be playing what essentially a game of werewolf. Once the group of players has been finalized, the moderator– will be messaging you whether your character is a camper, slasher, a psychic or a cop. THE ROLES— CAMPERS: Your role in the game is to try to root out who you believe to be the slashers in this game. Someone is speaking too much? Could mean they're a slasher. Someone isn't speaking enough? Could mean the same thing. It all depends on the people you're playing with, and how well you know them. SLASHERS: The goal of the slashers is to decide together on one camper to secretly kill off during the night, while posing as campers during the day so they're not killed off themselves.  THE PSYCHIC: While they are, first and foremost a camper— they have the added ability to "see" who the slashers are once night falls. When called awake by the Moderator, the psychic can ask which one of the fellow players is a slasher and the Moderator must let them know whether or not they are indeed a slasher. THE COP: Also a camper, the cop has the ability to save themselves or another villager when called awake by the Moderator during the night. The only downside, you can not repeat your choices. So choose wisely who you wish to save.

MORE INFORMATION ;

2gen starts in about a week, October 1st and will run until we get bored.

The event of Bodies, Bodies, Bodies will run for about a week or so, please send in the characters you'd like to play into our 2gen-plotting channel.

Voting will also occur in that channel and roles chosen at random and will be given out on October 1st.

Each round will be about two (2) days long so keep an eye out for messages on discord.

#chwstyle for costumes and #chw2gen for bio updates as usuallll!!

and most importantly, HAVE FUN !!!!!!!

#event #event: 2gen

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A few days late, but congratulations everyone on another year!

It's always so mindboggling to me that the group has been here this long, and that some of us have truly been here since the start of it all. At this point it becomes difficult to recall a point where chw wasn't part of me.

Every year the sentiment only grows; thank you to everyone who has had a hand in shaping the group over the years, and inadvertently shaping me ♡

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gerald pitts

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Yeah. Uh, I might be going to Yale. Uh, but, I — I might not… – GERALD PITTS

A NOTE FROM ADMIN B: CALL ME B-PAIN CAUSE ALL I DO IS WIN!!! Thank you Paige for bringing baby boy baby back to us!!!

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

oh you know

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Gerald Pitts 

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

very/10

SECONDARY CHOICE:

N/A

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

At this point in his life, Gerald’s been building himself up so much he almost believes it, about ninety percent of the time. That was the goal after all- to appear so confident that nobody would even think to question it, not even himself. In actuality he’s quite average- which he’d guess he prefers to being a loser, as his parents predicted. Or maybe he’d just become a different breed of loser, one who snuck out to read poetry with his band of merry men, rather than the type to wet the bed. What the Society offered him that the rest of the world seemingly hadn’t was acceptance: a sense of belonging. Somewhere his quirks were celebrated, whether he was conscious of this fact or not considering how hard he’d tried to hide them. All Gerald ever wanted was to fit in, and he got it– with another bunch of losers, just like him. 

Underneath his boisterous, jocular exterior, Gerald is anxious about almost anything, sensitive, awkward, and just a smidge dimwitted. These two personas contradict each other, and yet they coexist; they’re both him. 

SAMPLE WRITING:

If Gerald’s life were a performance, he’d be up for an Oscar. Or something more attainable maybe, like a Daytime Emmy. A Kid’s Choice Award. Sure, that last one felt just humiliating enough. 

The longer he’d kept up his charade the more he’d started to believe it, that he actually was the overconfident jokester of a guy his friends all knew him as. He believed it up until the curtains fell, when it was just him and his thoughts, and then he was left feeling more pathetic than ever. Maybe it was all in his head but that was precisely the problem- he couldn’t get out of his head. His friends liked him though, he had friends, and they were the coolest people he’d ever met, so he had to be doing something right. Right?

The night of the party Gerald couldn’t muster the energy to don the mask he’d so skillfully curated for himself, not when he ran the chance of running into people who’d see right through it. His friends noticed he was sure, as he was unusually quiet on the way over there, practically chewing on the inside of his cheek. If any of them were to try to bring it up though he deflected, offered up a reassuring grin and some line about being stoned, though he hadn’t smoked at all. If he tried to say much more he’d only embarrass himself in an attempt to overcompensate. 

While his interest in poetry was less genuine than that of the rest of the society, certain bits stuck with him. The guys liked Ginsberg, for example, and the rest of the beat poets, because he was gay and just slightly vulgar, though any lines that were supposedly funny went straight over his head. Gerald didn’t think any poetry could be that funny, though he’d laugh and nod with the rest of them as if he understood. 

He spent most of the night nursing a drink in the corner, appearing interested in the happenings around him, never straying too far from the security blanket of his friends. The words of T.S. Elliot came coming back to him, though in Chuck’s voice- one of his always dramatic readings:

And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

Chuck swore it was a gay poem, but he thought everything was gay, or maybe poetry itself was just gay. Regardless it resonated with Gerald for whatever reason, gay or not, and if his gaze just happened to fall to Briar Cox’s biceps, well he was too preoccupied in his own head to pay any attention to what the rest of his body was up to.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

Wait. Shit. Before he could even register what he was about to do, his fist connected with Briar’s face, and then Scotty was at his side, pushing him away to take the next hit for him. 

ANYTHING ELSE?

1985 etc etc i never thought id see the day

#submission #accepted

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keaton chadwell

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And that's another round of second gen done and dusted! Please switch your accounts back to the regular timeline.

Thank you everyone for your continued enthusiasm and participation in the event.

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WELCOME BACK TO 2GEN !

Summer is always a party in Rosewood, and yet another festival is taking place down at the lake so bring out your statement swimwear and pool floats because even if you're not a swimmer, you're getting wet. Of course there's a waterslide, a giant swing, and the North Siders would never miss a chance to bring their boats out for a mini party within a party on the water. Performances are abound on the main stage all day and into the night by the usual suspects. Don't think you'll be safer away from the water either, there are water cannons mounted on stage for the artists to make sure nobody goes home dry.

MORE INFORMATION ;

2gen starts NOW and will run until yall get bored

#chwstyle for fits and #chw2gen for bio updates as usuallll!!

#event: 2gen #since the event got paid dust.... WE GO AGAIN

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P R I D E

This year's big Pride party is taking place down at the lake so bring out your statement swimwear and pool floats because even if you're not a swimmer, you're getting wet. Of course there's a waterslide, a giant swing, and the North Siders would never miss a chance to bring their boats out for a mini party within a party on the water. Performances are abound on the main stage all day and into the night by the usual suspects– DJ CassMas, Genevieve, Kid Grantwood, Brodie Balcoin, Colette Mendez, and January Dreams. Don't think you'll be safer away from the water either, there are water cannons mounted on stage for the artists to make sure nobody goes home dry.

MORE INFORMATION ;

party starts NOW and will run until next saturday

2gen will be coming afterward so gird your loins for that 😈

#chwstyle for fits as usuallll!!

#event

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different anon but i really love the fact this place is still around after so many years! i used to be a part of it and had to leave for irl reasons but i always remembered how the admins and all the members made me feel welcomed! it's nice to see that there are still decent rps out there! ❤️

sending big love beams ur way!!! 👉🥺👉💗💗💗💗💗

to absolutely get soft on main... i consider myself lucky to have found this core group of people who have called chw home for such a long time. i treasure you all immensely and offer a gentle smooch on the forehead as a token of my love.

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blythe chadwell

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Everybody says one thing and then does another – BLYTHE CHADWELL

A NOTE FROM ADMIN B: The stream of new blood on the dash continues! If I was going to bring anyone back from the dead of course it would be a Chadwell... A, you know how I feel about this family!!!

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE: I’m not telling. 100000 est DESIRED CHARACTER: Blythe Chadwell HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE? As active as I can be tbh. SECONDARY CHOICE:

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER: Blythe is so easily seen and taken for a china doll. Soft and sweet, beautiful, and truly kind. Easy, naive.. and at one time that was true. She could be toyed with and lulled into security by a well meaning guy, person. That was were growth and time came in. Able to leave her hometown for longer than a few months was exactly what Blythe Chadwell needed to become who she was meant to be. Not in that eye roll, soul searching way, but in the way she learned to listen to herself, trust in herself, and less in others. It didn’t take away from the love and joy she could find day to day, but the lesson was that it simply protected her in the long run. She is forever always the type to be a fix it all for someone, a loyal friend, and above all, a Chadwell. She doesn’t hide from the name as she once did, but she surely isn’t tossing it around for attention. Some people just get it. She uses that for her career, which is of the most importance to her. Art allows her to slip away and make the chaos in her mind quiet. Forever on display. There are times that she finds herself slipping into old ways, pushing people back when the fight or flight urge kicks in, but at the end of the day, she’s sure of herself, happy, and hopefully able to look forward without worry that something from her past might creep in. SAMPLE WRITING: “Oh please, would you hold the door?!” Blythe called quickly as she rushed down the corridor, trying to make it before plane was to stop admitting anyone onboard. She knew it was too close, but an accident with her heel and her baggage made it impossible to get where she needed to be, so with a flush across her cheeks and the most pleading smile, she waited until the older woman nodded and shooed her in. Finding her seat was easy, and she made no show of entering first class. It had been something Bunny and her had discusses for years. The way to tell how someone belonged, and it always came down to confidence. Even if you didn’t belong, you could make others believe you did. It was odd to think of belonging, home, family. It had been too long since she’d been back to any of them. Felt the comfort of familiar surroundings, the bonding time with Bunny, frankly speaking, FaceTime just didn’t cut it. Her hand slid over the leather seat as she tucked one leg under herself and got comfortable for the long ride. To belong. People always said one could never go back home. Yet there she was, and it wasn’t as the mess of a girl who had let one thing after another set her back. Instead she was.. Blythe. Her hair was longer and her makeup skills refined with class and grace, the only way she could think to describe it was a level up. Hard work and therapy had done a job on her, as did actual school. It was easy to forget the things that seemed so silly when forced to cram in endless amounts of facts, while securing herself an internship conserving art pieces. It was in the sunlit rooms where she scrubbed away years of dirt that she found her true love, painting. Brushstrokes were simply lyrics on a canvas, a way of pushing others to see what she saw, felt, experienced. It was never of the same thing, in the same way. Her emotions made her who she was, and there was no longer the option of hiding them. Thinking about her upcoming show back in her hometown had her stomach going in knots. Would people show, would her family be proud or would it just be a pat on the head for her little special hobby? So many things hung in the air, were left up to fate, and Blythe was happy to report it didn’t make her more nervous or anxious. Rosewood would be better, because she was better. She kept saying it to herself as a mantra, or possibly a warning. A Chadwell always knew one thing for sure, Rosewood was the unexpected. Good or bad, and one just had to go along for the ride.

ANYTHING ELSE? But was it fashion?

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