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“Here Lies George Darby”

“Died Aged 11”

That’s all the tombstone said. There was nothing on it that remotely gave anything away about the true person that his baby brother actually was. It didn’t say anything about the fact that he was a straight A student. It didn't say he was the Captain of his softball team and was well on his way to setting a county record for hitting home runs and it especially didn’t say that he was taken from the world by the cruel act of God they call a drunk driver. A fact here which infuriated Lincoln beyond incredible measure. His grip on the handlebars of his motorcycle was so tight; he could feel the friction of his skin against the worn rubber and the pain was in some way satisfying to him. It had been almost four years but the pain of losing Georgie hadn’t dulled.

It really didn’t take much for Lincoln to convince his foster parents to allow him to travel to Los Angeles before making his way to San Francisco for school. They had all but given up on trying to raise the boy the right away and just left him to do his own thing. All they did was provide him with an allowance and a roof over his head; trying to convince Link to do anything in return or out of gratitude was as much of a lost cause as they felt he was.

Most of his clothing and personal belongings had been sent ahead and were already in his room, which gave Lincoln the free time he desired to visit LA before school started and then ride there that morning. It was supposed to be a six hour journey so of course having not slept in around three days Link left just after midnight and had arrived much earlier than anticipated. With time to spare he simply rode around SF re-immersing himself in the surroundings he would call home for the next while. By check in time he locked his bike away in an undisclosed location off campus (because why would he leave such a beautiful piece of machinery in the hands of those idiots) and joined the wave of privileged youths as they headed into the jewel of the crown of education in dearest Frisco.

The chattering of voices crying words of longing and summer gone by were greatly annoying him; so Link dove off to one side for breather; resisting the incredible urge to start throwing people into the San Francisco Bay and watching them drown.

His was a summer in two halves. For the most part he was doing what he often did; sitting in his loft staring deep into the electric soul of the universe via one of his four computer screens. It was quite the set up actually but sadly whilst away Lincoln would have to settle for his phone, a tablet and a laptop. It wasn’t great but he could work with it; after all hacking wasn’t really that hard once you knew how to read the ones and zeros. The Kennedy’s were just glad he wasn’t getting into trouble like he so often did.

The other half was something different, something he hadn’t truly experienced before. It all started at the last party of the last semester. Lincoln never really made an attempt to go to MH parties unless he had something to gain from the experience. Sometimes it was financial, after all he was the go to for shady shit at this school and where better to con rich kids out of their monies than a party where they’re usually off of their faces. Other times he went simply for a fuck, that was it and that was the main reason he attended this particular shindig.

Then he saw her from across the room, drenched in neon light, her skin shimmering as she danced with some red headed girl. When their eyes locked through the crowd and a lightning bolt struck Link and he knew he just had to know her.

She said her name was Delaney and she smelled like cherries.

Once Lincoln had found his way to her through the revelry, it was a simple science. Together they rode a lightning bolt that night which took them to a higher level above the morons around them. He remembered every soft touch and kiss, every scratch, every breath they took between each other and then she was gone...and school was over. Thankfully, they had exchanged numbers and had taken the intervening time to get to know each other a little more. It left him intrigued as to what more there could be to Delaney Helmsley.

Perhaps that’s why a few days ago he got into the school system and changed the room assignments? Maybe he did it for shits and giggles. It didn’t really matter and Marble Heights definitely needed to up its security. All that really mattered was that Lincoln was sharing a room with Del. He wouldn’t tell her what he did, not yet. There was still too much to be done. He glanced down at his phone where a picture stolen from Del’s Instagram sat staring at him. He stroked the screen as if it were her silky cheek and was reminded of her scent of cherry.

After basking in his twisted thoughts for a few moments longer; Link made his way inside of the Oakland building and up towards his assigned room. As he had hoped, someone else had arrived before him. That aroma was unmistakable and a wry and rare smile crept up across his handsome face. He moved deeper into the suite and noticed his things piled up in the corner and a door slightly ajar on the other side of the room. There was rustling and movement so Lincoln stepped into the doorway and there she was; crouched over her bag. He would recognise her anywhere. He watched in silence for a moment, his dark eyes never leaving for perfect visage. Finally, after pushing his glasses further up his nose, he spoke.

”Well isn’t this a turn up?”

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It wasn’t the end of the charter season but it was the end of Brodie’s.

He had done what he could with the time he had to get the boat ready for the next trip but of course that wasn’t good enough for the Captain of Motor Yacht Excalibur...AKA his father Monty Driver. To his old man’s credit, he had detoured his ship to the Bay in order for Brodie to disembark and make his way to his yearly home of Marble Heights. Not that the guests minded since it an extra day on a trip they’d already paid a great deal of money for.

The fog was thick around the Bay Area as it often was so Brodie thought it best to leave MY Excalibur via his personal sailing boat The Avalon Sky. It was a small, rustic little thing that he insisted be tethered to his fathers yacht whenever he joined them on charter as a deckhand. Father Driver didn’t particularly care to fight with his only child about it so he did as was asked. Luckily, Brodie’s job at the OCSC sailing school meant that he could moor his boat at a marina that was literally a two minute walk from his school.

As he sat in the bow of his little sailboat, packing the last of his clothing into a waterproof duffel bag, the young Australian couldn’t help but feel a sense of elation.

School was no fun and he could truly only count the amount of friends he had on one hand but that was his choice. The more friends he had the more chance there was for one or more of them to break his heart and he had spent a long long time trying to let go of all of his previous hurt. He didn’t need to be reminded of it again.

Still, since his first year attending up until now, Brodie thought of Marble Heights as an escape from reality. It was a world of beautiful sights and sounds and interesting histories and potential futures. It was a challenge but it was fun and he couldn’t wait to get back. He threw his singular bag of clothing into the cabin where his beloved surfboard already sat and turned to start loosening the knots that held his boat in place.

Glancing upwards towards the stern of MY Excalibur, a small part of Brodie hoped that his father would be standing there to say goodbye to him; instead there was only Robbo, the yacht's chef.

“We’ll miss you, Brode. I’ll keep a few beers in the esky for you”

”Laters Robbo, look after me ol’ fella eh?”With a final court nod; Brodie turned away from the larger boat and started up the engine on his own. The Avalon began to peel away into the fog leaving the charter yacht behind in its wake.

The closer the small vessel got towards the land, the clearer it became. The handsome sailor had no problems navigating weather like this; he was raised on the water and had experienced every kind of hazardous condition there was. He had dealt with storms, heat waves, blistering winds and of course the worst; drunken guests. The irony was not lost on Brodie in that he loved the water and everything it had to offer yet it was that exact thing that drove his family to the point where it was. The communication between his parents wasn’t there if it wasn’t about the business and as he had always been, Brodie was essentially alone. He didn’t bother trying to get their attention any more; it just wasn’t worth it.

Arriving at the marina with time to spare; the sailor boy docked his boat, slung his duffel on his back and tucked his surfboard under his arm; it was time today to start another year at Hogwarts...Marble Heights. He joined the sea of faces as they began the journey towards San Francisco’s elite boarding school. Some of the faces he recognised from previous years, others he did not. As a minimalist anyway, Brodie was shocked by the sheer amount of things people seemed to be bringing with them compared to himself. He literally had a handful of clothes and his board; some of these other kids looked like they were bringing an entire household with them. He’d been coming to this place for three years now and yet the sheer amount of privilege still took him aback sometimes.

Walking into the lobby of the Oakland building was like walking into some fancy hotel; it was gorgeous. Brodie was so taken aback by the aesthetic that he nearly cleaned out some freshmen with his surfboard as he turned in awe.

”Sorry mate”

He noted a few faces that he recognised as he moved around the new state of the art dormitory; the Callaghan siblings being two of the most obvious. Brodie had a few classes with Katie the previous year and immediately what stood out about her besides being beautiful was her sheer strength of will. She was forceful but not overbearing and didn’t take shit; it was quite refreshing. Jamie on the other hand was a year below so he didn’t know much of him, that said he did love reading the Golden Gate Gazette after his morning surf and yoga sessions. He also noted one Avery Rockhold making her way about the place; the saying “play with fire and you get burned” often sprung to mind when thoughts drifted the way of the Texan. She was wild, dangerous and most likely a little bit insane. She was a riot but not Brodie’s cup of tea that’s for sure.

The handsome sailor boy made his way to the elevator and up towards the second floor and two zero five. Once in the room, Brodie was taken aback by how hella fancy it was; it was obvious that the school had left no penny unspent. As he absorbed the energies of his new surroundings, he felt a dampness in his shirt. It seemed like there must’ve been some rain inside that fog after all. He peeled off his top and wondered if this place had a washing machine.

Simple pleasures and all that.

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Avery’s Infinite Playlist: A Like Supreme - Samurai

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“Motherfuck me in the ass with a chainsaw”

Her head felt like the inside of a batting cage as Avery Rockhold pulled her suitcases along the pristine floors of Marble Heights. In a short life ruled by bad decisions, her choice to party before the first day of a new school term was up there with some of her worst. Then again, Avery couldn’t resist a good show and El Chicano’s played one hell of a set, it was just a shame she only remembered the first half of it. Plus her new home for the seeable had a much stricter policy on the use of brain altering chemicals so she had to get some of it out of her system before she started. Would that stop Avery from trying to party? Absolutely not.

Looking every inch the rock and roll Queen she was, the flame haired vixen was dressed in a pair of daisy dukes which put the best legs in San Fran on show as they should be and a vintage Doors T-shirt straight outta 1969. She had covered her hungover eyes with some round sunglasses to hide from the peppered sunlight that kept breaking through the fog and had her earbuds playing Samurai turned up to eleven. A sane person wouldn’t have pounding rock music playing when they felt as deathly as Avery did but then again no one ever accused her of being of sound mind.

As annoying as the whole concept of boarding school was; there was a huge part of the Texan that was glad to be back in Fog City. In her previous visit to the school she had somehow managed to make herself a good group of friends she was looking forward to seeing. Her inherent curiously left her wondering what the likes of Del and Diana had been up to, though she could definitely hazard a guess. Hell she even missed Leo and his vain attempts to hit on her literally every morning. He would never stand a chance but there was no problem in holding on to the last breath of a dream was there?.

Based on the little slip of paper in her back pocket, Avery was going to be based in a room on the fifth floor of the swanky new dorm building in suite 509. She flung the cigarette hanging from her red painted lips into a nearby bin as she entered the Oakland building. Immediately she was struck by a wave of astonishment at the sheer amount of money that had been spent on the place. The lobby looked more like a damned five star hotel than a school dormitory. She made her way through to the elevator and punched floor five.

”Home sweet home, sugarplum”

Upon her arrival in her new home; Avery’s mouth immediately dropped; it was a good job she had gotten rid of that cigarette. This room made her one at home look like a shoebox. It looked as if she was the first one to arrive, a good thing no doubt meaning she could claim the best room for her own. Once she had found a room with a view, Avery set out to make it her own. First up was putting up her poster of the Hex Girls; her favourite Youtubers. Gwen was her idol and she was desperate to be like her but Stella was like nex level and one day she hoped she would notice her senpai.

After a few basic preparations, she headed into the main room once again to see who would be next to enter this brave new world.

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It was with an emphatic shove that Theo pushed the girl that was straddling his waist off of him and onto the other side of the bed. As she nearly rolled to the floor, he pulled himself up and moved over to the night stand to take a drink from the bottle of water there. As the bottle neck reached his lips, he turned his cold blues back for just a second.

”You’re still here?”

As he returned to the water to start drinking, the girl gathered her clothes and hurried out of the room without even getting dressed. Placing the bottle back down onto the counter top, Theodore made his way over to a large mirror and took a look at his naked form. He noted a small scratch on his left bicep and shook his head in annoyance more than anything else. It was a blemish on his otherwise perfect appearance which he despised; after all appearances were everything.

”Fucking cheerleaders”

Moving to the en-suite bathroom; Theo climbed into the shower and turned the pressure to near scalding temperature; just the way he liked it. Amy was a perfect warm up for the night ahead. She was good to get the blood pumping but not much else and Theo was the type that needed to be warmed up for what he was dealing with tonight; the first Rosefell party of the year. He still couldn’t believe that their schools were now merged and they chose Rosefell of all places as the new base of operations. It was damn ridiculous. Still, a party was a party and it was at Christians house after all so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad; if only he wasn’t so nice as to let the riffraff in.

Exiting the shower, he walked by his wall of trophies towards his closet. The Franchise a moniker he had earned through years of hard work at Liberty High. A mathlete, a debate champion, he sat on the student council AND he was the best defensive player in the state with the most sacks in a single game and season. In a sea of golden children, Theo was a diamond that shone just that little bit brighter, at least in his own head.

He had all but kept his head down during the first week of school; getting to grips with his new surroundings and the new pieces to play with on his chessboard. From first impressions; money didn’t particularly play a part in the social hierarchy of the lesser beings but instead it was attitude and achievement. This was fine; Theo knew how to get both. He would simply continue his winning ways on the field and as far as the populace? The inherent hatred for Liberty kids was obvious so having one be on their side was an easy play. This would have to be a long game if he wasn’t going to make it work and the first move he had to make was at this party.

Once he was dressed in some fine clothing that were not too fine, this was a party involving the Rosefell lot after all, he left his bedroom and began to descend the spiral staircase towards the main foyer. The mansion which was only a few blocks away from Christians sat empty as it often did. Theo’s parents were on the road like they always were and he was left for his own devices if not for…

“THEO!” That.

As soon as he had reached the bottom step, Theo was all but tackled by a young girl who was deceptively strong for her size.

“Are you going to Christian’s party? Can I come? I want come.Pleaseletmecome.Comeoooooon”

Her words all but blended together into one sound which was classic Bronwyn; her mouth moved faster than her head. Theo blamed it on the ADHD most of the time but sometimes he did wonder if she really was just that annoying.

”Not happening”

“...but..”

”I said no, Bronwyn. Don’t make me repeat myself. You know what happens when you don’t listen to me” Theo’s tone was forceful as his younger sister backed away slowly with a fearful look in her eye and she leaned back against the wall with a defeated sigh.

”If this was just Liberty maybe but there are Rosefell kids here, Wyn and I do not trust them as far as I could throw them. Especially not with you” He put his finger beneath her chin and lifted her downed head up

”Chin up and mouth shut and I’ll take you skating tomorrow how about that?” A bright smile crossed Bronwyn's pretty face as she ziplocked her lips and skipped away down the long corridor of their home towards the kitchen.

Picking up the crate of craft beers that he had asked the maid to get for him, Theo signed before making his way towards the door. ”Fucking little psycho I swear to God”

Theodore made his way out of the mansion and began the short walk towards Christian’s palace. He could see the lights from his own place so he knew the spot would be jumping. As soon as he turned the corner onto the street and saw the mixture of junkets and high performance vehicles littered up and down the once clean sidewalk, a sick feeling hit his gut. These people didn’t fucking belong here, of that there was no question.

Entering through the front door, Theo inhaled all of his negative feelings through his nose and bottled them up for later use. A broad smile crossed his mouth as he put in his mask and walked into his own personal hell.

Rosefell High.

Theo Van Cise - Liberty High

Name

Theodore Bigby Van Cise

Nickames

Theo
TVC
The Franchise

Age

18

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Politician

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6’1
• Body Type: Thick and Athletic
• Clothing Style: Theo dresses extremely well in designer clothing that cost more than most of his classmates' cars.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A.

Personality Traits:

Passionate, ambitious and goal orientated would be the best way to sum up Theo. Once he sets his mind to what or who he wants, there is literally nothing that can stop him. He pushes himself constantly on everything he does with a great hunger; he studies hard, he works out hard and he parties hard. All of which is a great juxtaposition as to how Theo presents himself in civil conversation. He is a gentle soul, soft spoken but eloquent with the ability to put you at ease with his words and providing one with a sense of security. These aspects of his personality seem odd considering his great physical size and build.

Beneath the facade however, Theo’s real goal is survival and he will not hesitate to attack anyone that threatens his. He is a master of playing games with peoples emotions and can easily use his cottonmouth to get into people’s heads and sway them into his way of thinking. If all else fails, he is a big boy and knows how to handle himself physically as shown by his time on the football field. He is a people watcher and as others play and argue and everything in between, he stands aside and reads the room, soaking in all the information he can and storing it for potential later use.

Theo is a person consumed by a deep set need for more than he has. He wants to rise above his station and with a combination of single mindedness, an unwavering work ethic and just a hint of desperation he will do everything in his power to make it happen.

Biography

The Pit, Hollywood.

Robin Turner was a barmaid working in the shittiest hole in the wall club when aspiring pro wrestler Kip Van Cise entered the joint. It was a mutually beneficial relationship until she fell pregnant. Essentially forced by circumstance to get together, Robin and Kip welcomed their daughter Winona into the world nine months later. Not wanting to cause chaos for the child they stayed together and eventually married. The second product of this union was a bit called Theodore a while later when they’d stopped hating each other.

Kip had managed to get himself signed to AWE, a large promotion which paid well and the family settled eventually in Ohio. Robin had dreams of her own to be a drummer and once the nannies had been hired she was off pursuing her own goals. Winona and Theodore did not want for anything as money was no real object for them; except maybe the attention of their family. As she was a bit older, Winona understood what was happening and basically did her own thing, pretty much leaving her brother alone. The two were joined by a third sibling, Bronwyn shortly after Theodore’s second birthday. Theo seemed too clever right from the off; getting in trouble fairly regularly for stealing but being able to talk his way out of it thanks to the seriously high grades he was achieving in school. He joined many clubs including Pee Wee Baseball and the Mathletes but even all these distractions could not stop Theo from mixing things up.

By the time his freshman year at Liberty High rolled around; young Theodore had the world wired. There really wasn’t anything going on at his school that he didn’t have a hand in or at least knew about what was going on. He began to host game nights for his fellow elite, which included but was not limited to card games (which he rigged) or street racing (which he booked for a finders fee). In spite of the sheer criminality of his escapades, Theo had a clear goal and trajectory in mind as to where he was going; political office. There was an innate power in that field and it was something that he desired greatly. Having lived a life of indulgence, there was a deep rooted need for control and power in Theodore's heart and with an ego the size of his; the only logical step was President.

Imagine his surprise when life threw him a curveball and decided that he must now attend Rosefell High. For the weeks prior to the merger, Theo did everything he could to plot and plan his next move like some chess grandmaster and he finally came to a conclusion; this move wouldn’t be so bad. It was true that coming from Rosefell would look less than impressive compared to Liberty on his transcripts but alas with a cesspool of idiots and degenerates that he could manipulate easily at disposal, at least his least the last fleeting moments of high school could be fun.

Family

Christian “Kip” Van Cise - 55 - Father - Retired Pro Wrestler - FC: James Spader
Robin Turner - 53 - Mother - Music Producer - FC: Courtney Love
Winona Van Cise - 28 - Sister - Pediatric Resident - FC: Frances Bean Cobain
Bronwyn Van Cise - 16 - Sophomore at Rosefell High - FC: Danielle Rose Russell

Misc.

- Justin Prentice| E7C142.
His middle name Bigby comes from the surname of the man that took care of his parents when they were struggling entertainers in their youth. His Rottweiler is also called Bigby.
He has not spoken to his sister Winona in three years and is overly protective of younger sister Bronwyn,
“The Franchise” nickname comes from his time spent on the Liberty football team; he currently holds the record number of sacks in a single game in the State.
Prefers to drink Craft Beer and IPA’s so often brings his own booze to parties.
Does a lot of charity work to keep up appearances of not being a deviant.
Drives a 1956 Jaguar Roadster.
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

Rosefell High.

Theo Van Cise - Liberty High

Name

Theodore Bigby Van Cise

Nickames

Theo
TVC
The Franchise

Age

17

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Politician

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6’1
• Body Type: Thick and Athletic
• Clothing Style: Theo dresses extremely well in designer clothing that cost more than most of his classmates' cars.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A.

Personality Traits:

Passionate, ambitious and goal orientated would be the best way to sum up Theo. Once he sets his mind to what or who he wants, there is literally nothing that can stop him. He pushes himself constantly on everything he does with a great hunger; he studies hard, he works out hard and he parties hard. All of which is a great juxtaposition as to how Theo presents himself in civil conversation. He is a gentle soul, soft spoken but eloquent with the ability to put you at ease with his words and providing one with a sense of security. These aspects of his personality seem odd considering his great physical size and build.

Beneath the facade however, Theo’s real goal is survival and he will not hesitate to attack anyone that threatens his. He is a master of playing games with peoples emotions and can easily use his cottonmouth to get into people’s heads and sway them into his way of thinking. If all else fails, he is a big boy and knows how to handle himself physically as shown by his time on the football field. He is a people watcher and as others play and argue and everything in between, he stands aside and reads the room, soaking in all the information he can and storing it for potential later use.

Theo is a person consumed by a deep set need for more than he has. He wants to rise above his station and with a combination of single mindedness, an unwavering work ethic and just a hint of desperation he will do everything in his power to make it happen.

Biography

The Pit, Hollywood.

Robin Turner was a barmaid working in the shittiest hole in the wall club when aspiring pro wrestler Kip Van Cise entered the joint. It was a mutually beneficial relationship until she fell pregnant. Essentially forced by circumstance to get together, Robin and Kip welcomed their daughter Winona into the world nine months later. Not wanting to cause chaos for the child they stayed together and eventually married. The second product of this union was a bit called Theodore a while later when they’d stopped hating each other.

Kip had managed to get himself signed to AWE, a large promotion which paid well and the family settled eventually in Ohio. Robin had dreams of her own to be a drummer and once the nannies had been hired she was off pursuing her own goals. Winona and Theodore did not want for anything as money was no real object for them; except maybe the attention of their family. As she was a bit older, Winona understood what was happening and basically did her own thing, pretty much leaving her brother alone. The two were joined by a third sibling, Bronwyn shortly after Theodore’s second birthday. Theo seemed too clever right from the off; getting in trouble fairly regularly for stealing but being able to talk his way out of it thanks to the seriously high grades he was achieving in school. He joined many clubs including Pee Wee Baseball and the Mathletes but even all these distractions could not stop Theo from mixing things up.

By the time his freshman year at Liberty High rolled around; young Theodore had the world wired. There really wasn’t anything going on at his school that he didn’t have a hand in or at least knew about what was going on. He began to host game nights for his fellow elite, which included but was not limited to card games (which he rigged) or street racing (which he booked for a finders fee). In spite of the sheer criminality of his escapades, Theo had a clear goal and trajectory in mind as to where he was going; political office. There was an innate power in that field and it was something that he desired greatly. Having lived a life of indulgence, there was a deep rooted need for control and power in Theodore's heart and with an ego the size of his; the only logical step was President.

Imagine his surprise when life threw him a curveball and decided that he must now attend Rosefell High. For the weeks prior to the merger, Theo did everything he could to plot and plan his next move like some chess grandmaster and he finally came to a conclusion; this move wouldn’t be so bad. It was true that coming from Rosefell would look less than impressive compared to Liberty on his transcripts but alas with a cesspool of idiots and degenerates that he could manipulate easily at disposal, at least his least the last fleeting moments of high school could be fun.

Family

Christian “Kip” Van Cise - 55 - Father - Retired Pro Wrestler - FC: James Spader
Robin Turner - 53 - Mother - Music Producer - FC: Courtney Love
Winona Van Cise - 28 - Sister - Pediatric Resident - FC: Frances Bean Cobain
Bronwyn Van Cise - 16 - Sophomore at Rosefell High - FC: Danielle Rose Russell

Misc.

- Justin Prentice| E7C142.
His middle name Bigby comes from the surname of the man that took care of his parents when they were struggling entertainers in their youth. His Rottweiler is also called Bigby.
He has not spoken to his sister Winona in three years and is overly protective of younger sister Bronwyn,
“The Franchise” nickname comes from his time spent on the Liberty football team; he currently holds the record number of sacks in a single game in the State.
Prefers to drink Craft Beer and IPA’s so often brings his own booze to parties.
Does a lot of charity work to keep up appearances of not being a deviant.
Drives a 1956 Jaguar Roadster.
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

Rosefell High.

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”Touche”

It was a fitting insult from the girl; Rico was disappointed in the line and was certainly not on the top of his usual one hundred game. He was no better on this night than the aforementioned STD on any other night. Her reaction was to be expected and immediate rejection wasn’t something new to Enrique. He would brush it off easily enough as he couldn’t afford to let the negative in lest he be consumed by it; something he knew all too well could be disastrous given his emotional nature.

”Honestly; I just saw you from across the room; I mean how could I not? Eres un diamante en un mar de carbón and I just couldn’t help myself” The Latin lover bowed his head in a combination of apology and embarrassment. ”I would never expect anything, just hoping for a little conversation”

In that moment; the song and dance man realised the truth of the matter; for once his heart wasn’t really in the game. He hadn’t realised it at the time but he had felt this same feeling on the first day back when he tried to flirt with that girl who nearly turned him into Rico Roadkill. It wasn’t that Billie wasn’t attractive because Lord above knew she was dynamite. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the challenge because damn it that was the fun part. Hell he couldn’t even put the blame on the alcohol or drugs currently flowing through his system. It had been many days, weeks and months but the reason his heart wasn’t there was because it still belonged to her. Perhaps she didn’t realise it but she still held it in her hand or maybe had it locked away in a memory chest under her bed? Whatever the truth, it was hers and he had yet to find the strength to take it back.

Billie’s comment to the other boy of Rosefell men being shallow did strike a chord. Enrique did not consider himself a shallow person by any means. Was the outsider's words a true reflection of how the world sees him? Or was he simply overthinking things because he currently didn’t feel like himself, no matter how much he masked it.

”I’ll offer my apologies for any offence and I’ll leave you to it. Still, if ever you go looking for a more stimulating conversation, look me up. Disfruta tu velada” Rico excused himself from the awkwardness that he had birthed and began searching around the mansion for some place for quiet reflection.

Moments later he found himself in a downstairs bathroom splashing water onto his face. He could handle rejection; it happened more often than he cared to admit. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she wasn’t who he really wanted or at least who he thought he truly wanted. Six months is not a long time but in that time, his entire view of the world and the people on it had changed and he hadn’t even realised it until now. Fixing what was broken was likely not an option; he had figure out what was next and thinking about things was not Rico’s strong suit.

”Get it together, Enrique. You fucking idiot. Get out there and be fucking Suave. Deja tu mierda en la puerta”

Reaching into his pocket; he slipped out a clear bag of pills which he washed down with the rest of the concoction he had mixed earlier. Fuck his heart, it was time to mess with his head.

It was time to get his Freako on…

Rosefell High.

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Mid pour of a half pint of tequila and mint, Enrique felt a large presence behind him. Now Rico was by no means a tall guy, in fact he was fairly short but in his experience there was only ever three guys who had that same sort of aura around him in such away which meant the figure could only be either his father, Sexual Chocolate or the one and only Colin Fucking Gallagher. Once he spoke there was indeed no doubt that it was the latter.

”Colin my brother man you shouldn’t have”

Rico took the bottle of Don Julio from the other boy and popped it open. He downed the half drink he was making without even blinking before starting to mix a new one with Colin’s “present”. ”Oh you know CG, the talent that will be here tonight, I’m spoiled for choice” He handed Rosefell resident drug dealer a back the bottle before beginning to mix another, not many people could stand with El Mariachi when it came to drinking but Colin was one of the few.

Before another word could be uttered, the two boys were joined by the Queen of Rosefell whom swiftly entered into a battle of wordplay and double entendres with Colin. Enrique watched with bated breath as they danced a tango around each other before she took her leave. Rico watched her go and tried to think back as to whether he had slept with her or not. It was highly possible and probable but then again, his memory was like a slice of Swiss cheese.

”Cuidado Colin, las espinas son afiladas” The troubadour began ”Those thorns are sharp, man”

“Yeah…” Colin absentmindedly said to Rico as he watched the dangerous queen confidently strut her stuff away. Blue eyes fixated on her cute butt until it disappeared into the chaos of the crowd, to which redirected his attention at Rico. ”But that’s the fun part.”Colin smirked and pat Rico’s shoulder, letting out a hyped chuckle. “She could cut me up and reduce me to shreds or I could rock her world later tonight. Or have you never played Russian Roulette?”

”Brother man who you talking to?” Rico shook his head as he took a sip from his concoction. It was true that he had partook in that very game way too much that it was bad for his health. ”So is that the goal tonight? For the thief to lay with the Queen in her golden bed chambers? I imagine there will be a few other knights to fight off my friend”

Enrique raised his glass in salute to the arrival of the Boys. He was lucky in that he had somehow managed to become someone who could float cliques and clubs. He could easily be standing with the walking talking bad mfer that was Colin and just the next be hanging with the jocks in Hunter and Dee. The he could float to the ethereal nerd side of Cael and Rae. He was a singing chameleon.

”If Missy doesn't want to play tonight, there’s a lot of other options, echar un vistazo” He motioned to the arrival of Sam and Jo at the same drinks table they were at. Though he hoped that Colin would not go over there; he had a soft spot for Jo as the two often played together at open mic nights and Gallagher would eat Herbalife. His eyes continued to point Colin around the room to the bevy of beauties that were arriving, including Liv, Billie and Alina.

Colin was observant enough to follow Rico’s gaze and he saw what he saw. Billie Jean Grey, that Nicholas’ twin sister. He always found it odd how pale Nicky boy was compared to the exotic beauty that Billie oozed. She was feisty, but that was right up Colin’s alley, though he heard rumors about her from a few of his associates from Liberty. Word traveled and he heard about her fight-over-flight personality. That wasn’t a dealbreaker, but given his recent run-in with her type, maybe not such a bright idea.

But then again, when did Colin ever listen to his northern head?

And then there was the new girl. He didn’t know her well enough, that skirt - hot damn, talk about an ass. “You were right, Rico,” Colin spoke up, chuckling more for himself, ]“a lot of potential here.” As soon as he said that, however, Colin let out a sigh, “But if the opportunity shows up, I’m going for the queen. Nobody is gonna get in my way.” His declaration came as he snagged whatever drink Rico created and took a sip and it lit him up more than any amount of coke and vodka could ever do, to which a very vocal “hot damn!” left his lips.

Rico was not one to “pick a target”, in fact he was much more a let the night take you where it may sort of guy. Still, he couldn’t help but be enamoured by the encroaching ladies that were beginning to fill up the house and the new faces he had yet to get to know did pique his interest; Billie and Liv especially. Tonight would be the perfect night to introduce himself. Though he worried somewhat that Ellie would be here somewhere and would see him doing Freako things. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any more pain than he already had. Shit he was way too sober in that moment, that needed to change. He downed his second drink and began mixing a third.

”I’m assuming you brought party favours?”

“Me? No, I didn’t buy them - our gracious host did.” Colin flashed a sly smirk, looking over at where he saw Christian being a good host to his guests, “but I’ve got some extras right here--” Colin patted the left side of his jacket, “--so, what you in the mood for? I know you don’t need the magic blue pill, but maybe a little white powder to bring out Freako, hmm?” Colin opened the right side of his jacket, pulling out a linear vile no longer than his index finger that had a blue cap and full of a white substance.

”Bueno; now it’s a party” Rico nodded his head in satisfaction at the look of the vile in Colins hand. Cocaine was his drug of choice. He didn’t fuck with much else to be honest. Weed yeah of course but anything more than that was a rarity. Sometimes Colin would slip him some E’s and that would lead to Enrique writing some tripped out songs but Coke was a good way to get a buzz on and get the world moving in the right direction. ”A small bump for me to start; gotta pace yourself brother man you know that” he patted the taller boy on the back and smiled. Rico enjoyed partaking as much as the next person and for sure he overdid it on a regular basis but he worried for Colin. He wondered if his friend had any light or if everything was just all dark, all the time.

“Guess it’s too soon for Freako to emerge, huh?” Colin joked, laughing as his half-formed fist playfully bumped into Rico’s left shoulder.

After Rico took his bump, Colin took a full pinky fingernail of the white powder, and sucked on it like it was the candy he used to get when he was a kid. To wash it down, he took whatever mad scientist experiment Rico made a few minutes ago and the sensation created from that combo sent Colin’s voice into an almost pitchy yell as his eyes met his Spanish friend. ]“I’ll check with you later, Rico. Gonna scout the place and see just who I can get down with.” Colin repeated the earlier action of bumping Rico’s shoulder with his fist. “You come find me if you want more. And if you’re in the mood for something a lil stronger, I’ll hook you up, bro!”

”Vive como si no hubiera mañana” The troubadour nodded as his friend disappeared into the growing crowd. Theirs was a friendship that truly only existed on nights like this; at school or otherwise they probably wouldn’t socialise. Yet it was their dedication to the craft of being an absolute fucking mess that brought them together.

Rico began to survey the room himself, not entirely sure what he was looking for until he found it. In these moments one would normally “turn on the charm” but for Enrique, he was just born that way. He glanced at himself in a mirror to make sure he was presentable before approaching an exotic beauty on the other side of the room. If what he had heard around school was true; he heard her name was Billie. He danced across the room like only Suave could and offered the girl a drink and a smile.

”You strike me as a woman that’s never been satisfied”

Paramount

Brodie Driver-Stewart

_{Brodie River Driver-Stewart
(FC: Dacre Montgomery, Dialogue Color: A4C0CF)}
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F O R T H E R E C O R D

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Bro (Rarely)

| | A G E | |

17, January 4th

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Sailing Instructor

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

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A T F I R S T G L A N C E

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Height: 5’10
Weight: 200lbs
Body Type: Slim and athletic
Hair Colour: Blonde/Brown cut short with light curls
Eye Colour: Blue
School Uniform: Brodie wears the standard uniform for Marble Heights with a preference to wearing the sweater version instead of the jacket with his tie loose around his neck but tucked in neatly. He usually wears khaki slacks and dress shoes. He accessories with leather bracelets, beads and a watch.
Casual Clothing: When not in uniform, Brodie leans towards a simple dress style of jeans and a t-shirt and usually keeps his signature item, a knitted sailors sweater within arms length. He never wears sneakers, instead always opting for boots or sandals.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

At face value; Brodie is a zen master wrapped up in the body of a Greek God. He doesn’t talk a great deal and when he does it’s usually one word answers or some form of great philosophical wizardry. He is non confrontational and simply seems to shrug off any kind of negative emotions going on around him. Brodie oozes charisma and cool and can make one feel good with but a smile.

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O F F T H E R E C O R D

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Brodie River Driver-Stewart was born in Perth, Western Australia to Monty Driver and Nessa Stewart. Nessa worked in a wildlife sanctuary and Monty was the Captain aboard a luxury cruise ship. With both of their works keeping his parents away for months at a time, young Brodie became an extremely self sufficient and somewhat isolated child. He spent much of his time alone (his nanny’s weren’t the attentive type) to the point where he didn’t really know how to socialise with other children. As such he really struggled to find any lasting friendships.

Young Brodie took solace in food; he learned to cook early as his parents were never there and if there was nothing to make then just buy sweets, lots and lots of sweets. As one can imagine, the boy began to pile on the weight; it didn’t take long for Brodie to balloon up to a dangerous size. His parents and his carers didn’t notice but the kids at school, they most certainly did. With a lack of social skills and a size double that of most of the kids his age, the bullying that Brodie began to face on the daily was atrocious. He would get beat up, spit on, called names and held down whilst food was shoved in his mouth. The sight of certain people would send him into a panic spiral and he would go hide in a closet somewhere. Things finally reached a boiling point when Brodie threw himself off of the bow of his fathers boat in a suicide attempt. No one even noticed he was overboard until a passing sailor pulled the boy from the water.

After his cry for help fell on deaf ears; Brodie took matters into his own hands. His father had begun his own charter yacht business and the boy offered his services to work on the boat with the intention of using the gruelling work to better his physique. After much begging, his family hired a personal trainer and dietician to help and over the next few years, Brodie did everything he possibly could to transform himself physically and mentally. He took up surfing and yoga, began to study deeper thinking in order to rid himself of his anxiety and internal panic. During this time his family announced they were moving to the United States so their charter business could expand.

Arriving in Fort Lauderdale aged fourteen; Brodie was shipped off to the boarding school, Marble Heights in San Francisco shortly after. This was the perfect excuse for his parents to be rid of him and the ideal way for Brodie to try and find himself and really get the fresh start he has desired for so long. He has spent the last three years building up his reputation as a quiet Aussie enigma. Other than a small select group, not many really know much about Brodie besides his love of fitness, surfing and sailing. He has a job teaching sailing outside of school and has been known to take fellow students out on his boat of they just need to escape from reality which really sums Brodie up as a human; a relaxed, chilled escape from the chaos or at least that’s what he appears...

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

Behind the cool, Brodie is almost the complete opposite of what he portrays. He routinely suffers panic attacks, normally after he either sees some form of bullying or he falls off of the wagon and eats his weight in Dunkin’ Doughnuts. He seeks solitude purely out of fear of what poison could come from a connection turned sour. He had never had a steady girlfriend, in fact he has only ever settled for friends with benefits agreements and even then, they don’t last any longer than a few weeks because of his own innate fear of getting hurt.

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A C A D E M I C S

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• He is currently not part of any clubs

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |

• English Literature
  
  | W O R S T |
• Mathematics

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

• Font: Sweet Water
• He has a sailboat which he uses for work named Avalon Sky.
• He is a keen surfer and has considered going pro in the future.
• Loves Musicals and the Ballet.
• Doesn’t not have any socials.

Avery Rockhold

_{Rhiannon Avery Palminteri
(FC: Kennedy McMann, Dialogue Color: D57649)}
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F O R T H E R E C O R D

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Avery (Preferred Name)
• Rhia (To Family and Close Friends)

| | A G E | |

17, November 23rd

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Bisexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single and if you have a pulse, she’ll mingle

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

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A T F I R S T G L A N C E

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Height: 5’8
Weight: 140lbs
Body Type: Curvy and athletic
Hair Colour: Long Strawberry Blonde
Eye Colour: Hazel
School Uniform: When in uniform, Avery wears the standard uniform usually with her skirt rolled up to show off her incredible bum and legs with knee high black socks. She rarely wears her blazer and usually just walks around with her shirt slightly unbuttoned, tie loose and shades covering her hungover eyes.
Casual Clothing: Outside of class, Avery has a somewhat fluctuating style; some days she’s incredibly girly and walks around in nice jeans and a colourful top but more often than not she rocks up in denim and leather with whatever shitty indie band she’s followings only t-shirt adorning her chest (usually amended to a v-neck to flash a little more flesh).

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Everybody knows Avery; even the quiet kid who picks his nose in the corner, yeah even he knows Avery. She is mad, bad, dangerous and may or may not be crazy. She is known predominantly for being a wild, music loving country Queen whose fire burns just as bright as her shock of red hair. She is a bit of a force of nature and it’s hard to stop her when she wants something. Avery is well known even in the short time she has been at Marble Heights for sleeping around with both sexes. For Avery; life’s a party and then you die; it’s as simple as that.

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O F F T H E R E C O R D

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Before there was Avery; there was Rhiannon.

Born Rhiannon Avery Palminteri in the small rural community of Gatling, Texas, she was the daughter of the local high school football coach and former town golden boy Jack and his wife Roxanne, a tv writer known for creating the legendary teen drama series, Edenridge. Rhiannon’s parents divorced when she was only three years old because her father loved the game and his fellow faculty more than his wife. Not long after the divorce was settled however, Roxanne passed away from Huntington’s Disease; Rhia was the one that found her mother’s body slumped in her office. This had a profound effect on the child for many years to come.

Jackie tried his best to be a father to his daughter but sometimes some men are just born not to be a parent. When she was ten years old, Rhia was heavily involved in gymnastics but her classes fell on Fridays which meant her father always had a game to be at. Luckily her mother’s best friends, Diana and Dusty Rockhold were there to lend support. It was on one of these dank and hot Friday nights that Jackie Palminteri wrapped his car around a tree after running a red light. He died instantly and Rhia was orphaned.

She was taken in by Diana and Dusty and began to settle into life on a ranch. The Rockhold’s were kind people but their family was huge. They had five kids and Rhia was the oldest by a clear mile, so she felt loved but still somewhat lonely. Through her relationship with her adopted family; Rhiannon developed a deep and profound love for all things music as it was a huge thing in their household and was proud to discover that she herself was named after a song by her birth mothers favourite band, Fleetwood Mac. As she matured, Rhia began to develop a bit of a wild streak, lots of parties, booze and a distaste for anything football. She found herself using her natural beauty to her advantage and it was down this avenue that she met Diego Flores, a new teacher at her high school. As one could expect, things took a turn to the more defiant and Mr Flores lost his job. In a latch ditch effort to free Rhiannon from the sale tendencies that plagued her mother and father, Diana and Dusty sent her to Marble Heights.

Arriving in San Francisco; she decided a fresh start was in order and adopted her middle name of Avery as her first name and also took on her adopted parents surname; this Avery Rockhold was born. After a year at Marble Heights; Avery has quelled some of her tendencies but like the song says; “I don’t want to be anything other than me”

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

When it comes to Avery, it is very much what you see is what you get. She isn’t really into hiding anything about herself and wears her heart on her sleeve or sees it at the bottom of a vodka bottle. Some of the lesser seen aspects of her personality are her softer aspects. She is incredibly kind and generous; often going out of her way to make someone feel better in her own Avery kind of way and will buy a homeless person some food every time she passes one. Despite her habit of sleeping around, she is looking for a deeper connection and is beginning to believe she’s just too broken to find one.

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A C A D E M I C S

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• She is currently not part of any clubs but is tempted to ask Jamie about a music column in the paper.

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |

• Music
• Business & Economics
  
  | W O R S T |
• Foreign Languages

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

• Font: Capella Rock III
• Loves the Hex Girls Show and has posters of Gwen, Stella, Luna and Tish on her wall.
• Although her usual jam is Early 00’s Indie and Classic Rock, she stans Rico Nunez and will fight anyone who hates on him.
• Refuses to watch a single episode of Edenridge as it reminds her too much of her Mom.
• Hates Football and Football players.
• She is @AveryRockTx on all socials.

Lincoln Darby

_{Lincoln James Darby
(FC: Gregg Sulkin, Dialogue Color: CB1B95)}
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F O R T H E R E C O R D

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Link

| | A G E | |

18, May 1st

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Pansexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

None

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

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A T F I R S T G L A N C E

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Uniform: Link wears the standard Marble Height uniform without any real addition to it. He tends to lean towards wearing the blazer version rather than the sweater.
Casual: Not one who pays much kind to fashion, Lincoln’s casual wear generally consists of jeans and t-shirts or work out wear. He wears glasses most of the time but does occasionally switch to contacts.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Lincoln may be pretty but there’s something ugly eating away inside of him; that much is obvious just by the way he looks at people with such disdain. He is known as someone who treads the thin line between genius and psychotic and will be the first to announce that he is the smartest person in the room. One minute he’s happy to tutor you in a multitude of subjects and then the next he’s got you by the throat, pinned up against a wall and is about to smash your skull in. He is a computer whiz and regularly hacks into the school database to fiddle someone’s grades, for a price of course.

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O F F T H E R E C O R D

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Lincoln Darby was born on May 1st in Reno, Nevada. His parents were heavily involved in the local motorcycle club; the Iron Tribe and it was very obvious very quickly that he had inherited their knack for trouble. Link as he would come to be known started off as a good kid, friendly and polite but he had been born with a bit of a naughty streak and before the age of eight he had already been in lots of trouble at school for selling candy to other kids. He began to act out and began to turn up to school with bruises and busted lips, it didn’t take a genius to work out what was going on. When he was nine, both of his parents were arrested on various charges and Lincoln and his younger brother George became wards of the state. They were eventually split up due to their behavioural issues when they were together and eventually this ended with Lincoln being adopted by a well to do family in Boston and George going off to LA.

Links sudden arrival in New England high society caused quite the stir and left a permanent mark of unbelonging on the youngsters skin. It didn’t take long for him to get up to his old tricks when he began selling his adopted fathers sports memorabilia through a mail order business at only eleven years old. Rather than chastise his young charge, Lincoln’s adopted father tried to channel his energies into computers, something worked all too well. By the time he was fourteen, Link had displayed an aptitude for IT and a wild streak in violence. Around this time, he had gotten word that his brother had passed and this just changed something in Lincoln, whatever innocence had and left was gone.

It was due to his behaviour that Link’s adopted parents decided that they just couldn’t handle him anymore. They decided that the best place to manage both his troubles and to nurture his growing skills was Marble Heights. Soon Lincoln arrived in San Francisco and got straight to work causing technological mayhem, having the occasional physical altercation and discovering the wonders of recreational drinking and drugs (though admittedly that’s always been in short supply).

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

Lincoln is known for his keen intelligence and probably has a future at MIT if he could get his troubles in check. Problem is, he doesn’t want to. Link loathes people and the world around him and does not hide this; what he does hide is a long standing need to just to be loved. Anyone who is lucky or unlucky enough to break through to Link on a personal level essentially becomes his property and he will hold them close with great desperation. He is incredibly paranoid and a bit of a conspiracy theorist and simply just doesn’t trust anything other than himself.

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A C A D E M I C S

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• None that he will disclose.

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |

• IT
• Technology
• Engineering
• Maths

| W O R S T |

• Home Economics

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

- Font: Rabid Science
- Is an Insomniac
- Will actively refuse medical treatment because he doesn’t trust doctors

Rosefell High.

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There was an inherent fear in DeShawn whenever he attended parties like this.

In direct comparison to the sort of suaree’s that he attended back in his hometown, these Ohio raves were extremely tame. It was kids doing kid things and being all the better for it. Even after eighteen months, Dee had still yet to truly get used to this way of living. Whenever he rounded a corner, he still half expected to see bodies on the floor or for some white police officer to pistol whip him in the face for merely being black and in attendance of the party.

Still his fear was not rooted in racism and violence. The clear and present danger for Dee was keeping himself out of trouble. His aunt and uncle had made the conditions of his living with them very clear; stay out of shit, keep your mouth shut and your fists at your side and you will have a roof over your head. You wouldn’t know it but all of the above were incredibly arduous tasks for the linebacker. DeShawn was all but compelled to intervene when someone was in trouble. It had nearly gotten him killed before but his current track record was good, for the most part. A few fist fights here and there but nothing to report back to the guardians which was a good thing. Yet parties like this offered temptation and it took a hell of a lot to suppress the corner boy within.

As the Boys seperated to seek out booze, drugs, meats and companionship, Dee drifted to the corner of the room to get the lay of the land; a habit that stemmed from his old life. Keep your back to the wall, scope out all the exits, don’t let them see you sweat and don’t stand out. The last of those was difficult considering DeShawn looked like the Hulks baby brother and had done since he was fourteen. It was even worse prior to Rosefell. Not only was he tall and thick but he also had the sickest dreads, something that drew even further attention to him. For a brief moment, his mind wandered back to a different life, his heart beating fast and his fists clenched hard.

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West Baltimore. Two Years Go.

He fought back tears as he sat and stared at the floor. The blood trickled down his forehead from where the blade had nicked his scalp and his father’s shadow loomed over him like an all encompassing storm.

DeShawn had been arrested; again. Not on the scene of course; he was too fast for that. They picked him up in school; easily identifying him as one of many young kids slinging dope on the corner thanks to his dreadlocks. Trey had warned him multiple times; don’t stand out. Once the police had gone, the Soulman had gotten to work. He wrestled his son to the floor and forcefully started hacking away at Dee’s hair with a kitchen knife until his locks were no more.

“You look like a real fucking man now”

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Snapping back to reality; the big guy mapped out the ways in and out of the mansion; not something he’d ever considered he would ever do unless he was robbing the place. He saw his Boys starting up their usual Boy shit, Colin and Rico were plotting shit over by a drinks table. He had no doubt like so many other nights before this one he would end up dragging one or both of their asses out of the party, fucked out of their heads and in desperate need of an Uber.

Dee saw Melissa moving around her kingdom like the Queen she was and made a mental note to catch up with her later. It had been a week since their last rough and tumble and he wondered what was new in her life. Missy wasn’t the only game in town however as once his street anxiety began to subside, DeShawn began to look around the room for some company of the female variety.

Who wants to hang with the Boys when the girls dance so good?