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carpcnoctem:
“ NOT BIG ON public displays of affection ? “, stella asked the young blonde standing near her, who had just shown her distaste for the making out of a couple standing a bit further away. following the girl’s gaze, the brunette sighed and scrunched her nose a bit. “ i mean… it does look kind of gross. it’s like… it’s like they’re going to eat each other’s face off. “, stella couldn’t help but remark, only to have a chuckle fall from her lips as she shook her head. “ some people do need to get a room. “, stella eventually concluded as she took a seat next to the girl.
✶ — she wrinkled her nose & shook her head. macking with someone was probably the last thing on the young girl’s mind - for now , anyway. “ honestly, it looked like he was about to eat her whole. ” she commented before letting out a laugh. as the other sat next to her, reagan glanced back at the couple who were still going at it. “ can they even breathe? ” asked the blonde , turning her attention to stella. she giggled. “ are you having a good time? aside from y’know . . . . gross people basically banging in public. ”
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Charlotte needed some air. Suddenly she realised why she’d always hated parties. She hadn’t really been to an actual party in probably about a year, since she had only spent her time at small get togethers with friends instead of the bigger college parties. Despite craving some alone time, Charlotte saw Reagan sitting outside and she decided it would probably alright to join her. “ Hey – mind if I join you? ” Charlotte asked. The other was clearly not completely there, though Charlotte wasn’t sure whether it was the alcohol or just being lost in her thoughts.
✶ — though her thoughts were rushing with questions & confusion , the girl tried her best to just ignore them ; being a smarty - pants isn’t always fun. she wanted answers and knew darn well she could find them somehow. reagan turned at the sound of someone speaking to her. “ oh - yeah, sure. ” despite there being an entire , very long curb - reagan still pushed over so the other could sit. “ welcome to the curb of cranky. ” said the blonde with a silly accent. she giggled. “ you having a good time? ”
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andi always enjoyed spending time surrounded by people, but this party was different it was an excuse for everyone to try to forget what was happening, pretending their parents were just having a nice vacation and they could be wild. and that didn’t sit well with the young woman, she is used to live with rose colored glasses but the situation she was put in is making it difficult to keep them on. after dancing and exhausting herself with some friends, her gaze found the other sitting on a curb, grabbing a bottle of water she made her way to sit next to the other blonde. handing her the bottle she smiled “not big on parties?”
✶ — eyebrows raise a little & the blonde turns to see who’s talking. she grabbed the bottle & nodded her head as a nonverbal thank you. “ nah . . . ” reagan said quietly , moving her gaze back up to the stars. “ too many people for my liking. ” shrug. all her life , she’d always prefer the comfort of books & mathematics over human interaction. reagan took a sip of water before placing it beside her. “ what about you? ” she turned to the other and asked. “ are you having a good time? ”
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Reagan seemed pretty partied out for someone who wanted to come, but Peyton snickered at the comment anyway, rolling her eyes.
It was nice to see Reagan smiling, and even better to see her laugh – in fact, the last time Peyton had seen her sister laugh was a few days ago, before whatever had happened…well, happened, before the Murray-Jones sisters woke up to a house without no parents and no note and no idea what to do.
Peyton blinked, willing herself to focus back on her sister, on her smile, on her laughter, but the desire was overshot as the realization that she’d never truly heard her sister’s laughter hit Peyton with enough force to knock the smile right off her own face.
It wasn’t until Reagan was signing practically inches in front of her eyes that the girl forced herself back to the present, eyes blinking once more as she puffed her exhale through her lips.
This is a PARTY, Ray, Peyton used the blonde’s name sign, eyebrows furrowing as her hands moved, what ELSE would I be doing at a PARTY?
✶ — the girl tilted her head slightly , the smile slowly melting away as she saw her sister’s emotion shift -- had she done something wrong? “ i said i was sorry- ” by now, signing while talking was just a habit ; something she did without even realizing it. there’d been times in the past when she talked to people and them asking what the hell she was doing.
“ are you okay? ” the younger sister asked.
eyes blink a few times at her change of tone again. “ okay . . . okay, ” eye roll. “ good point, ” honestly , reagan could think of 20 different things one could do at a party other than drinking. but she wasn’t going to argue with peyton ; especially after she’s been drinking. “ are you having a good time so far? ”
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CAMERON WAS IN THE MIDST of untucking his button down and popping up the collar when he noticed the tight blonde curls approaching him at mid-chest level. his eyes drooped from the ongoing of the room where the party persisted, to the closeness of the girl that now stood in his presence. he rolled his eyes, playfully, as he mocked her with a false laugh, ❛ in an alternate universe, anything can happen, reagan. ❜ cameron shot his arms out, allowing for his sleeves to slide upwards and reveal his forearms. ❛ – ha, my cinderella ? i’ve been waiting for years. go ahead, who do you think it’ll be tonight ? if i’m even fortunate enough to have found her at last. i lost the slipper so long ago, i thought i lost her to her evil stepmother. ❜
✶ — part of reagan hated being so short ; standing at a grand 5′1″. she always thought it made people take her less seriously. she looked up at the other and smirked. “ we are in an alternate universe now, after all. ” the blonde watched as he adjusted his shirt to better fit the party’s atmosphere. “ maybe your cinderella is the evil stepmother? ” jaw drops. “ that’d just be your luck, honestly. ” reagan couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “ i can help you hunt for your cinderella. i have nothing better to do, anyways. ” -- what else was she going to do? socialize? dance? . . . mingle? hell no.
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The vibrations from the speakers increased, the bodies in the square multiplied, the effects of vodka intensified, and Peyton could no longer see her little sister.
They’d walked over to the party together (frankly, Peyton had been surprised Reagan wanted to come at all, but if the blonde was starting to understand what it felt like to live under house arrest, Peyton wasn’t going to pry) but had parted ways pretty quickly (that was the part that didn’t surprise her; Reagan wasn’t a “center of the crowds” kind of girl – not that Peyton was, either, but when you’ve been deprived of intense social interaction for the majority of your life, you take what you can get).
They checked in a few times throughout the action – one of the many advantages of non-verbal communication – and Peyton found herself appreciating her sister’s blonde locks, which made her easy to spot…
Until, of course, she wasn’t.
Call it intuition, or maybe sisterly telepathy, but as soon as it registered to Peyton that Reagan was no longer in her line of vision, she seemed to know exactly where to find her; within minutes, she was standing above her sister, blocking her view of the stars above, hands moving effortlessly even with the alcohol in her system.
You know you didn’t have to come, right? You could’ve stayed home.
✶ — it was only when she saw her sister did reagan realize she hadn’t warned her older sister that she’d be walking away from the majority of the party . . . . oops. the blonde let out a small sigh , signing as she spoke : “ i wanted to, ” she turned , now standing in front of peyton.
“ nothing like a little social interaction to get your blood pumping, right? ” reagan let out a small laugh. “ sorry for not telling you before i left, ” the girl pressed her lips together. peyton was the only family she had here ; the only person she could truly trust. reagan didn’t want to get on her bad side ... ever. eyebrows furrow at the small of alcohol.
“ have you been drinking? ” asked reagan.
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✶ — reagan half regretted going to the party. not being a people person & being in a place with a dozen people was not a fun mix. she looked over to see a couple making out deeply ; her eyes lowered slightly and she nearly choked on her pepsi. “ fucking gross. ” she said - loud enough in hopes that they’d hear her. she grabbed her bag and walked to the sidelines , sitting on the curb. gaze makes its way up to the sky & her mind begins to wander. suddenly , the music & voices become a jumbled mush as the blonde gets lost in her thoughts . . .
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✶ --- despite still thinking the idea of a party was bad . . . reagan went against her better interest and went to it. the blonde figured it would be better than just sitting around in her room , dying of boredom ( while listening to the distant sound of the music playing ) . reagan had just gotten there seconds before & turned at the sound of the door opening . a wide grin grew to her lips when she saw the other’s attire. “ wow, i didn’t know we were having a royal ball today. ” she watched as he undid the bowtie and giggled quietly. “ c’mon , cam. don’t you want to find your cinderella? ”
CAMERON DIDN’T REMEMBER the last time he went to a party. with football being his main priority throughout his college experience, moving to a whole new state, to a city that differed greatly from the likings of coldridge, and working as hard as he can to make his way up from an internship to a 401(k), he never seemed to have the time. the whole idea of a party tonight was intriguing, to say the least. he was excited, thrilled even. he couldn’t wait to find his way through the crowds of people and break out his signature move of the chicken leg followed by the sprinkler. the only thing was, cameron didn’t quite get the memo. he thought they were trying to replicate prom, not only throw a common, in-my-mom’s-house-while-my-parents-are-on-vacation party. strolling in, he straightened his tuxedo jacket’s collar as the smirk on his lips and one raised brow exemplifying pure confidence was then wiped clean, and fell into an expression of pure embarrassment, ❛ oh come on .. you’ve got to be kidding me. ❜ he hollered before beginning to undo his bowtie and slamming the coat onto a dried up puddle of spilt alcohol.
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“ relax , prince charming. ” the blonde said - more as an insult than anything. “ your precious little agency is still out there , don’t worry. ” reagan couldn’t help but roll her eyes. how could someone be worried about their agent & not their own family ? “ if you keep trying so often, your phone battery will die and then you won’t be able to do anything. ” she tried to remind him. sure , reagan was in shock at the fact that no one that was around before , is now. but her sister was here. and she felt grateful for that fact. “ try calling someone else and see if that works ? ”
Being back in Coldridge was a serious downgrade, and Rowan hated it. Sure, it had been pleasant to see his old high school again, fondly remembering the days when it had been his kingdom and he’d essentially ruled over it – in his mind, at least. These days it bore little appeal. He’d been counting the days until he could leave again and return to his life; still, even he had been disturbed when he’d found his parents gone one morning. The town was full of people, the idea of which caused Rowan to wrinkle his nose, and an atmosphere of panic lingered in the air. Several people around were recognizable, but he paid them little attention, focusing instead on attempting to get a signal on his phone. None of it worked. He couldn’t access his Twitter profile, and worse, his attempts to call his representation were failing every single time. “The fuck is this?” he voiced angrily as he tried again, raising his phone to his ear and glowering at whoever dared glance at him. “And what are you looking at? I’m trying to get in touch with my agent so I can get the hell out of here, and it’s not fucking working!”
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was it really a smart idea --- having a party? with no rules , no supervision & a bunch of drunken morons? reagan let out a sigh as she looked at the posters promoting the party . “ is this even real? ” she asked ; more-so to herself than the other. the blonde turned to them and put her hand on her hip. “ are you going? to the party , i mean. ”
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“ charlotte --- ” the blonde had called out. she didn’t typically check up on people ; most of the time , she just didn’t care enough to. but this time was somewhat different. reagan hadn’t seen her in days & knew very well that that wasn’t normal. “ i know you do, i just --- ” she rolled her eyes a bit in response to hearing about the bat. reagan got closer to the door. “ come on out, charlotte. let’s go for a walk or something. ”
“ Hello? ” Charlotte slowly made her way down the stairs. It had been pretty quiet around the house the past few days, which was why Charlotte was now holding her dad’s baseball bat in her right hand. Not once since they’d woken up all alone in this place had anyone come to her house. Which was something Charlotte had been more than happy about. She needed her space, her time by herself to reload and recharge. So far, the only place she could actually accomplish that was at her own home. She could be social during the day, and come home to a completely empty home. At least, so far. “ I’ve got a bat, you know. And I’m not afraid to use it. ” // @coldridgehq
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#i. ｢ interactions. ｣#ii. ｢ isms. ｣#iii. ｢ character study. ｣#iv. ｢ imessage. ｣#v. ｢ aesthetic. ｣#vi. ｢ wanted connection. ｣
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hello hello hello !! my name is amanda ( she/they + 18 ) and I am super excited to be a part of the crew here :^) I looooooved the society so much ~ i’m so excited to meet all of your LOVELY muses !!! I bring to y’all : reagan ( who is also peyton’s sister ) . she’s a smarty pants who would much rather be friends with animals than human beings ..
there’s some info on her under the cut as well as some wanted connections @ the end :-)
⌜‧ ˔ ✧ʾ the subject is an EIGHTEEN year old FEMALE going by the name REAGAN MURRAY-JONES. SHE is also called THE POLYMATH around coldridge and is often described as INTELLIGENT, as well as ALOOF. REAGAN bears a resemblance to KIERNAN SHIPKA and has taken up the responsibility of RESEARCH TEAM around coldridge. apparently, they’re residing at VAN PELT’S HOUSE.⌟
PAST
reagan is the youngest sibling of two — peyton being her older sister
she showed signs of high intelligence at a pretty young age ; more specifically, in mathematics. so much so that she actually got placed in a slightly higher class than the rest of her peers
reagan quickly bonded with her older sister. following her around most of the time as a toddler and eventually becoming a miniture version of her ; a copy - cat , if you will
both of her mothers constantly encouraged reagan to look after her sister. being the younger one, she felt this was a bit unfair. but she would grow to become protective of peyton - maybe a little too protective
her personality came out pretty quickly, especially during middle school. she became a little spitfire ; sarcasm just poured out of her mouth. she spent a lot of her class time just observing people. she was a genius - she got her work done very quickly & there was still a lot of time left in class… what else was she supposed to do?
she never really had a lot of friends ?? but that was her own doing. she’d always been a pretty skeptical person when it comes to meeting new people and never considered herself a ‘people person’. she’s much rather spend time on her own - studying - than be alone at a party with a pounding headache and a tummy ache from the smells
from the moment she understood her sisters illness, reagan figured she was a sort of ‘replacement’ for her sister .. which eventually made her sad to think about. despite her parents saying they always wanted 2 kids, part of her can’t help but still feel this way
the last thing reagan said to her parents before leaving was : “ i’ll keep her safe. ”
PRESENT + OTHER INFO
she knows ASL very fluently ; she can sign as well as understand what is being signed
she is ………… very overprotective of her sister & isn’t afraid to fight for her safety & well being
still not a people person. at all. she just doesn’t like being around people?? she tends to distance herself from anyone who tries to get close to her & this sometimes makes it hard to make friends
^ but she is trying to get more out of her shell ; she figures if she’s going to be stuck in a town with these people , she might as well try to stand them
bisexual | chaotic neutral | isfj | gryffindor
pos traits : intelligent , observant , resourceful
neg traits : aloof , skeptical , sarcastic
WANTED CONNECTIONS
friends ! close friends ! childhood friends ! people she actually likes being around !
enemies ! frenemies ! mutual annoyances ! friends turned enemies !
mutual or one - sided crushes ! first love or first kiss ! awkward one night stand !
A N Y T H I N G
&&&&&&& yeah ! I’m pretty sure that’s all the info on her ~ eventually I’ll have a full bio + stats page for her but take this for now. I’m quite shy ( too shy to message first dfksj ) when it comes to plotting so please come to me if you’d like to plot with rea !!
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