if things get unbalanced I’ll double up as a male. For now I’ll wait to see the end results.

We’ll aim for a deadline of Sunday for sheets guys. I know we want to get this started ASAP

@BrutalBx

Hi! I might join in on the fun but I'll have to see if I'm really free enough to do so and also if I can get the sheet in on this Sunday on time, if all that's okay?

@ineffable Hi! Brutal will be awake in a couple of hours. He will most likely tell you sure lol.
The ratio is two accepted males, two accepted females.
Two females in the works (DPL & Wistful Dreams). One male in the works (spooner). One male waiting to be accepted. That I'm aware of. I don't know what gender Bee is going to make.

Surprisingly pretty even! But, I think it will benefit making a male, because knowing bee, they will be female leaning.

@BrutalBx
sorry i wrote a lot

Cyrus Wolfe Kingsley [+]

Cyrus is a quiet one, isn’t he? He keeps to himself for the most part… it’s kind of strange. He’s a math whiz, though! I don’t think anybody else really talks to him, but... I don’t think he minds that.

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Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Married
Occupation: Stockbroker

Likes:

• Peanut butter cookies
• The smell of frying foods
• Exercise

Dislikes:

• Cakey brownies
• Blackjack
• Peaches

Hobbies:

• Yachting
• Tennis club with wife
• Avid video game player; somethings never change

Fear:
At this point? Not much. He's pretty numb. Sharks would fit.

Dreams:
To stop having nightmares about his dead friend.

Backstory [+]

xxxx

Cyrus was born to a single mother in Gatling, Texas who struggled to afford to pay for herself and her child. Despite that, she did her best for her son, and she raised him as best she could. Without a father figure, Cyrus grew up to be almost naturally antisocial, attached to his mother; not that anyone can blame him — sleeping together on the floor with the oven door open will do that to someone. In fact, Cyrus was mute for most of his early life.

Struggling in the developmental stages, Cyrus’s first word didn’t come easily for him. It wasn’t until he was almost three years old that he was speaking to his mother in short sentences. By the time he started his first year of schooling, it was still uncommon for Cyrus’s mother to get more than a sentence out of her son at a time. Concerned that he was perhaps developmentally disabled, she arranged for him to work with a child therapist provided by the school.

It took a while, almost two complete school years, before the therapist managed to get Cyrus to open up. Once that was over with, the therapist was able to help Cyrus speak more comfortably and confidently. Throughout this whole process, something was constantly proven to be true: Cyrus was smart. His reading comprehension, writing skills, and mathematics proficiency levels were through the roof. He was far beyond his peers in the third grade, and when he and his mother were presented with a choice: send Cyrus to accelerated learning courses in the big city, or remain in Gatling and integrate himself with the rest of his classmates.

They chose the latter, which Cyrus would quickly come to regret.

Even at such a young age, people are — typically — assholes. Having been absent from the class for the previous three years, for being ‘special,’ Cyrus was immediately bullied. He was ostracized and alienated by most of the students at school, and found himself wishing that he would have chose the other option. Cyrus found himself damn near alone. Throughout it all, Cyrus stuck his guns and kept himself five steps ahead of his peers academically, in some cases single handedly dragging his class through a curve.

It wasn’t until fifth grade that Cyrus finally made a friend.

Roxanne Williams invited the quiet, introverted young man to sit with her for lunch, something that at first surprised him more than anything. In fact, as he slowly made his way to her table, he assumed he was getting set up… he wasn’t. Roxanne was his first, and only friend.

xxxx

From the first day she invited him to sit with him, until the day they graduated, Cyrus stuck to Roxanne like glue. He didn’t know anybody else, and even as he talked to and befriended her friends, he assumed (perhaps rightly so) he was only there because of Roxanne. Cyrus was at least happy to help with homework, and inside Roxanne’s little group, Cyrus was a hot commodity when it came to group projects. It was the best he could do, considering how much they’d done for him just by accepting them into his group.

Cyrus was primed to graduate early, going out of his way to do extracurricular academic activities to quickly acquire all the necessary credits. Instead, Cyrus chose to stick with his friends — they were all he had, after all. Quiet, reserved, and smart, Cyrus worked hard and built an attractive resume, which he used to throw out applications to Ivy League schools…

And, to almost no one’s surprise, Cyrus had his pick of the little when graduation came. With a full ride scholarship to his school of choice, Cyrus chose to go to Yale. Everyone assumed he’d do great things there, and that Gatling would have someone they could brag about.

xxxx

When Cyrus arrived at his dormitory, he had big dreams and a lot of hope. He was on his own again, and a complete ball of nerves. Luckily though, Cyrus’s roommate would quickly become his best friend, with the pair of them having similar levels of intelligence. Keiran, the roommate in question, told Cyrus that the two of them were going to make a lot of money together…. That, of course, comes later.

Though Keiran and Cyrus were similarly intelligent, Keiran had something that Cyrus hadn’t yet found: charismatic confidence. However, Cyrus was lucky — Keiran was willing to teach and show his friend how to blossom. Cyrus got contacts, he learned to dress himself, he dieted, he worked out. He learned how to talk to people, and how to get them to like what he liked, and think what he thought. Keiran, with eyes on politics, was a great teacher, and Cyrus absorbed the information like a sponge. He had self-discipline; it was direction he had lacked.

Keiran gave him that.

Younger by one year, once Cyrus neared his 21st birthday, Keiran, who had helped mould him into a popular, charismatic, powerful personality told him the plan. Las Vegas. Cyrus was confused at first, Vegas was somewhere they could go for his birthday, he supposed, but he didn’t see how that lined up with Keiran’s plan…. until Keiran explained they were going to put that mathematics degree to good use: counting cards.

Cyrus wasn’t sure about it at first, but Keiran assured him they would be fine. After all, they had everything they needed. Cyrus was the smartest person Keiran had ever met, and Keiran himself was nothing to snuff at; they just needed a few decoys, and it would be easy enough for the pair of them to convince a few girls to go with them to Vegas and help out on the scheme.

By the end of the first weekend, they had made over two hundred thousand dollars. But it was a risky business. Even more so than Gatling, Las Vegas was a lawless land. If they got caught, they were dead. It was that simple. Keiran, however, assured Cyrus they wouldn’t get caught… Greed. Greed is good. Greed made them go again. Greed made them get more chips, more money, more hundred dollar bills to stuff underneath the floorboards of their dorm room.

Cyrus was ready to back out when he had what he felt was ‘enough,’ but Keiran’s greed… Keiran’s greed sent him back, alone. Keiran’s greed got him caught, Keiran’s greed got him shot in the back of the head and dumped in a ditch in the desert. Keiran’s greed convinced Cyrus to drop out. He couldn’t do it without his friend, not a chance. It didn’t matter how much he had improved and came into his own since his high school years, without Keiran, Cyrus didn’t have the will to drag himself through the rest of it.

xxxx

Following his exit from college, just shy of his Master’s degree, Cyrus found himself wandering with duffel bags full of money and a lack of hope. He could have went back to Gatling. He nearly did. But he didn’t feel like he had anything left there; a promise made years ago was quickly forgotten, and his mother has passed away just a year prior. Drained mentally, and with no other idea where to go, Cyrus found himself heading south, toward New York.

There, Cyrus found the New York Stock Exchange. It was ruthless, it was cutthroat, and headstrong and… Cyrus found that he liked it there. With his bundles of money, Cyrus got the license he needed, and decided to make his own trading company: Keiran Holdings. Using the starting capital, Cyrus soon had a booming business, and more money than a small town boy from Texas knew to do with.

With no love, or hope left in his soul, Cyrus blew threw women and drugs like it was nobody’s business. What else was he supposed to do? At least the cocaine made his nostrils burn. Cyrus was bored and rich, sitting in a massive mansion that was the furthest thing from a home he could remember.

He missed Keiran.

When flipping through the TV channels, Cyrus curiously saw someone that he remembered from a life he’d nearly forgotten. Diana Lancaster, it seemed, had made a life for herself remodeling houses, with an included television show. Cyrus remembered her. She was hot in high school, she was hot now. She was out of his league in high school, but now? Now, Cyrus looked at her as a challenge more than looking at her as a possible significant other.

He reached out to the producers of the show, and they agreed to link him and her up. An eccentric billionaire (billion, with a b) from Wall Street, who went to high school with their host? It wrote itself. Once they reconnected… well, it was only about two hours before they were getting into it on his kitchen counter (which she hated, and was replaced on the show). Cyrus could check that box, not that he had anyone to tell.

In a shocking turn of events, for both parties, they found comfort in each other. She reminded him of when life was easier, and he… he had money and he was hot enough. They dated, which mostly consisted of private jetting around the world and having sex. Then, three years before they got the message about Roxanne, they got married in Thailand. Marriage has been much the same as their relationship leading up to it was.

Now, the pair of them have agreed to head back to Gatling to pay their respects. Cyrus feels he owes it to Roxanne, because if it wasn’t for her, he would have ended himself before he even made it through junior high.

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Fave Show: WWE MONDAY NIGHT RAW haha just kidding fuck that shit its we bare bears or dragon ball super

Here he is!@BrutalBx

Elias Ludvig Hellqvist [+]

<Snipped quote by Roxanne>

Name

Elias Ludvig Hellqvist

Nickames

Ell, Ludde, Ellie

Age

27, August 29th

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Singel

Occupation

Therapist

Likes

Classical Music - Fine Dining - Long Showers - A Fresh Notebook - Soccer

Dislikes

Reality TV - Fast Food - Birds - Being Rushed - His Medication

Hobbies

Vintage Shopping - Getting Tattoos - Sitting in Coffee Shops for Hours - Collecting sunglases

Dreams

Elias biggest dream is to be of his medications and live happy carefree life

Fears

That his depression will consume him and that he will not make it out alive.

What you want - Charlie Hellqvist was one of Gatling, Texas golden children. Star quarterback of the Gatling Garrison and on his way to future greatness. Charlie’s girlfriend Meghann Drummond, Miss Texas Teen USA titleholder had planned on moving out west to pursue a film career. They had their lives all planned out and it looked like they would both get what they wanted. If it wasn’t for that fateful homecoming game night. The team had just won and the whole town was in a state of ecstasy. So Charlie and Meg decided to have their own celebration in Charlie’s truck.

Two months later Meg showed up on Charlie’s doorstep with tears in her eyes. She was pregnant. The pair are both from highly religious families, which meant that their plans came to a screeching halt. Two months later they were married and five months after that on the 2nd of July a baby boy was born. They named him Elias Ludvig and despite their child putting a stop to their dreams, they loved him as much as they could.

Growing up Elias didn’t really create a close bond with his parents since both of them needed to work to make keep them afloat. So Elias spent most of his childhood either at his paternal grandparents or home alone. Making little Elias having a hard time making friendships that lasted. So when a little girl with pigtails sat next to him in the first-grade assembly with a wide smile Elias could feel in his little 6-year-old soul that he had found a friend for life.

Chip on my shoulder - Entering high school Elias was like a changed person. With his friends by his side, the shaggy-haired boy was like a beam of sunlight walking through the halls of Gatling West High usually with a bright smile to match. The driving force that made the change in the boy's life was credited to his friend group spearheaded by Roxanne. They became the close-knit family Elias never had. He was always there to listen to everyone and help wherever he could because he felt that he owed them that for saving him from a life of loneliness.

His real family drifted further and further apart. His father stuck in a dead-end office job never missed an opportunity to remind Elias what he and his mother had given up to raise him. But the biggest disappointment for Charlie Hellqvist was that his son showed no interest or skill in football whatsoever. This was a dark cloud that hung over them both whenever they interacted. This created a big chip on his shoulder and drove Elias to give one hundred percent in school because that was his only ticket out of the town that he felt was suffocating him. When he was sixteen his mother had had enough of living in a house with a man she didn’t love anymore and a son she didn’t know so she divorced them both in a way and headed out west.

Leaving Charlie and his son to butt heads every chance they got. Elias chose to spend most of his time with his grandparents like had always done growing up. But in his senior year, both of them died just a couple of months apart. This broke Elias in a way that he could not describe. Not even to his friends who saw the change in the young man. He started to fall back into his old ways becoming more distant and quiet. So not even a week after graduation Elias followed in his mother’s footsteps and headed out west for Stanford University.

Blood in the water - To say that Elias had a hard time in the golden state was an understatement. It turned out that leaving all of his friends back in Texas only made him feel even more isolated. So Elias did what he knew he studied and poured himself into his psychology major. He strived to be the best and that meant he had to be ruthless. Stopping at nothing to be top of his class. He was like a shark swimming close to a crowded beach spilling the blood of whoever came in his way.

So there he found himself buried in work not a friend in sight. Feeling more lonely than ever before. The only thing keeping him from going under to his depression was his weekly call with Roxanne. That combined with a visit or two from the rest of the gang was the only light at the end of his dark tunnel. They all urged him to see a therapist on his own and it was not long until he was prescribed medication to deal with his problems. They did help him keep his demons in check so he could still graduate in the top percent of his class and go on to finish his masters in psychology.

After graduating from Stanford Elias relocated yet again. This time to Portland, Oregon where he worked hard at getting his license.

So much better - Getting a state license wasn’t that hard for Elias since he took on every piece of extra work that got thrown his way. In fact, he stayed so busy that his calls with his friends got less and less frequent. But Elias was finally content with his life. He was living in a beautiful city and his work was really fulfilling and keeping busy turned out to be the reason he was able to focus on getting well. Finally, he was doing so much better.

Until he got a call that he never envisioned that he would get. Roxanne was dead. Elias broke all over again. How? How could she be dead? His one solid pillar in life, was now gone?

Going back to his hometown felt like hell. He didn’t think he would ever be back down south. But he had to go back and find out what happened, right? Now that he is back in the house where he grew up, with his father who he still feels like a disappointment around Elias feels more depressed than he has in years.

Misc.

Max Barczak & André Hamann | 659475
As of right now Elias is on vilazodone, duloxetine and doxepin to treat his condition.
Euphoria all the way!

@BrutalBxAre you gonna make a discord for this?

Hello, I'm not sure this is accepting or not but I figured I'd fill out an application and hope I hear back, you know, like a job interview or something. Anyway sorry it's not super pretty, I'm bad with that stuff. Okay thank you.

Mason Coburn [+]

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Nicknames: Chief
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Who's Askin'
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Deputy Sheriff

Likes:

• Adam Sandler movies
• The Dallas Cowboys
• Extra strips of bacon, even though he shouldn't

Dislikes:

• Onion bagels
• Mischief during curfew hours
• The culture of political correctness that got him sensitivity training

Hobbies:

• Drinking a beer after work, preferably during football season
• Manning the grill so he can add just a bit of char to his dogs
• One night stands

Fears:
That one day, despite his claims otherwise, people will call for his resignation on the grounds that he's a bigot or sexist. That he might discharge his gun and knowing his luck he'd accidentally hit a colored boy. Going back to how he was in high school.

Dreams:
To retire early with an honorable discharge, like taking a bullet in the line of duty and being rewarded for heroism. Finding something more fulfilling than drunk single mothers for single nights of fun.

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Someone told me long ago..there's a calm before the storm...
In hindsight, it's a wonder Mason came out as relatively well adjusted as he did given that his home life was the closest thing to a waking nightmare between a father who hated him and belittled him at any opportunity and a lack of any maternal figure other than an occasional loose woman passing through town on the way to her next mistake. But of course that's getting slightly ahead of things. Mason's father, Colton, married young and married foolish, but in those days it was practically expected. Sweethearts without a clue for the future but a firm belief in the power of love. Out of all the lovefools of the time, Colton and Maribel stood a good chance of making it. Maribel was a teacher, and Colton's father owned a car dealership that Colton would inherit once he graduated from lowly salesman. With their life seeming bright, the conversation of children didn't come up until they had been married for twelve years. They weren't in their twenties anymore but it was never too late to start a family, especially when it was put on hold in the first place to focus instead on building a life.

They tried. They tried more than most, but that could well have just been a genuine sex drive. They tried and tried until it bore fruit. Come childbirth, Maribel tried and tried and tried, she pushed and pushed where doctors said a cesarian section was on the table. Though Mason was born, Colton might have thought that Maribel tried too hard. One life born for one life taken. Mason was born, Maribel passed on, and Colton could only see one person responsible: an unusually heavy baby who he was now stuck with.

Mason knew that he wasn't like many other kids as soon as he went from the organized chaos of early grade school to middle school when he had to wear clothes from a specialty store, something that his father resented because of the higher price tag. When Mason entered high school he struggled not from the academics but from having to walk up and down stairs and squeeze into seats with desks attached, desks that poked into his gut and made it harder for him to do any work.

We gotta get out of this place if it's the last thing we ever do..
Mason figured out pretty early that he likely wouldn't be one of the popular people at Gatling West just because of the simple fact that few people spared time for the fat kid in class so he figured out fairly early on that if he wanted to have people know him by his name and rather than just 'the fat kid' that he would have to be funny. They say that the best comedians come from broken lives or dark places and for Mason it didn't get much darker than coming home every day for as long as he could remember to a father two beers deep going on about what a fat pile of useless shit Mason was - and that was on the days where Colton wasn't calling his son a queer in far less 'acceptable' terms or hounding how no girl would want someone like him. The more Colton berated Mason the more Mason retreated to his room and sought solace in sodas, snacks, and funny movies.

At school Mason made it a point to make people laugh with jokes or comments or a bit of physical humor and he managed to convince himself that everyone who laughed was being genuine and that they were his friends. Yet when the weekend came most times he found himself at home or 'coincidentally' running into people at the theater or at the high school football games and even then he sat away from them. They were on dates or hanging out and he wasn't invited..it would've been rude to intrude. To say that he enjoyed high school would be a lie. Even if no one made fun of him to his face and even if he felt generally accepted during class hours, he couldn't exactly say he had a lot of great memories especially compared to those who had sweethearts and dates and the typical high school experience. The only one who was there for him at graduation was the principal.

When rain drops fall and you feel low...Ah, do you ever think it's useless..Do you feel like letting go
After high school, Mason knew two things: He had to leave Gatling and he had to never come back. The unfortunate reality is that he was unable to leave but the good news was that he was able to change. With many of his graduating classmates leaving or pursuing dreams, Mason pursued a different course: self-improvement. He went to a doctor, saw a nutritionist, worked a crappy gas station job to afford a personal trainer and gym membership. He was amazed at what an almost immediate difference it was reducing portion sizes and cutting out soda - though that was the hard part; at worst he had a four can a day habit. After a year he went down a pant size. After three he couldn't even be called fat. After five he was getting abs. Ten years on he doubts anyone who hadn't known him in the time of change would recognize him now, and not just because of his weight loss.

Mason didn't want to inherit the car dealership and even if he did he doubted his father would leave it to him anyway. Mason was rather listless and had no real career plan other than 'something where I can move out of my dad's place and never look back'. This brought him to a job fair and to a career in law enforcement with the Gatling Sheriff's Department. He serves under the Sheriff as the deputy, a position that affords him a fair bit of respect which was a concept foreign to him but something he's grown to quite like.

He's got his own place now, a small little ranch house that's too big for him alone but he appreciates the comfort of a la-z boy and a cold beer after work even though it reminds him of how his father liked to spend his nights. His shift in physical appearance also came with some other benefits; much like his father Mason became a regular patron at the one night stand cafe. But more importantly, he's earned a bit of a good reputation with the community - a few foibles and 'insensitive' language aside. He's not overly hard assed and understands that 'boys will be boys' so while he won't buy booze for the youth, he won't really crack down super hard on parties unless they give him a reason to.

Though he wouldn't have considered himself one of Roxanne's deepest friends, as a law enforcement officer he was still affected by her death. As grim as it sounds, maybe her death and the reunion of familiar faces that came with it could be what Mason needs to feel more...whole.

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_{Josh Holloway, Lost (a coincidence I swear), and 374F6B}

Harper Ownbey [+]

<Snipped quote>

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Nicknames: Trouble
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Flexible
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Sports Agent

Likes:

• Driving with the top down during a nice evening breeze
• Fancy seafood or a nice grilled salmon
• Mojitos at happy hour

Dislikes:

• Smoking and smokers
• East coast lawyers
• Country music. She left Texas for a reason.

Hobbies:

• Driving fast. Sometimes fast enough to get the law involved.
• Swimming
• Traveling, nationally or otherwise

Fears:
Her live fast lifestyle backfiring and putting her in some serious hot water legally or ethically or morally.

Dreams:
Being a top name at her agency, if not starting her own and repping Tom Brady level talents.

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Well she was an American girl...raised on promises...
Even from a young age Harper was learning how to get what she wanted but in the young days it was more innocent than anything else; after all she had three older brothers, two of which were twins, and she had to constantly compete for attention from her parents. When she was a young girl that was as easy as existing, but once the twins started peewee football and the oldest son little league, suddenly Harper had to improvise. Fortunately enough she soon learned that her parents would believe the rambunctious athletic boys of the family would roughhouse and break a few things or would want to sneak some cookies from the jar for energy. There was never a stolen cookie or broken bit of furniture that Harper was responsible for that she couldn't shift the blame.

Her father coached peewee football AND little league in his spare time from his normal job as the owner of a corner store, the same store that Harper's brothers worked at when they turned thirteen, and her mother knew the names and faces of most everyone in Gatling thanks to her being a stylist - oh how the gossip flowed, often it was about Harper's mother and the fact that someone could have four children and still look good if a bit...plastic. While her brothers did tend to roughhouse inbetween stints on the field, Harper was relegated to the sidelines, serving water or fruit punch and enduring the cheers of football moms. At least she still got to go to the pizza parties after a victory. It was when she started trading pizza slices with others, finding ways to get bigger or more slices in exchange for hers, that she started figuring that people could be...well...convinced of things.

In 20 minutes everyone will remember you when you're gone...don't you know people write songs about girls like you...
Growing up with such a sports forward family it was no surprise when the twins, Ray and Lee, made the Garrison and her oldest brother, Harris, made the baseball team. Harper followed suite in her own way, not joining a girls sports team but the cheerleading squad. She wasn't the best at the routine and wasn't the most flexible or coordinated but none could deny that she knew how to project her voice. By sophomore year she managed to get onto the varsity squad thanks in no small part to her love of pep rallies. It's not clear when she started getting into trouble but it was after she made varsity cheerleader and shortly after a post-game party where she got three members of the team to fight ostensibly for her but really for her own amusement.

It elevated from there, with Harper getting people to help her with homework by practically making them do the homework for her, or seeing how far she could push people before they started pushing back. It was almost a surprise that she didn't give a valedictorian speech at graduation simply because of her knack for talking people into stupid ideas - such as letting a B-Average student give a speech instead of the one who actually deserved it. There wasn't a party Harper didn't miss and though she wasn't a loner in school she did have a bit of a reputation in the 'this girl will probably fuck you up but it might be worth it' kind of way. It's no surprise she had her friends, admirers, and people who would've given anything to see her on the bad end of a lecture or humiliation. And yet she had no problem leaving all of them behind come college to move out west.



Staying out late, gonna get drunk..Take me to the reckless halo and sip me up a drink...Swing me hips like a cowgirl...Oh, put them shooters up
The real world outside of a small Texas town doesn't quite work the way she assumed, in that she actually had to make something of an effort when it came to higher education. Either that or people on the west coast weren't easily swayed by honeyed words, a pretty face, and promises of something for nothing. Fortunately for Harper, she managed to find her way to one of the career paths where bullshit gets money: that of a sports agent. Landing a job at a fairly decent firm, she earned her position by helping the Twins get signed to the NFL though she chose not to represent them since she couldn't play bias with family members. Her cutthroat style of negotiation has made her a valuable asset in the job as she is able to keep her head when dealing with networks and companies while putting forth deals that offer a bit too much money but somehow seem like the right idea for all parties involved. Harper quite likes the job except for when she has to play damage control for some of her clients as well as the agency's - something about athletes makes them predisposed to NOT following the scripted apology which is insane since fake apologies to dodge consequence and apology is Harper's greatest asset.

Harper never had any desire to go back to Gatling, there was nothing there for her other than her parents and they were just a voice chat away if she ever got homesick. The Twins were busy with the NFL, Harris didn't go pro and worked at a car dealer which was far too depressing for Harper to ever think about so the only thing waiting for her in Texas was country music and a lot of wood panel. But of course life has a way of crapping on plans and a tragic loss of life drew her back. She might not have been besties with Roxy but they flew in similar circles so it would've been weird if she didn't show.

Unlike everyone else she knew, she has a life to get back to, however. She assumes everyone else never made it out of Gatling alive. Clearly.

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_{Emily Blunt. FF030D}