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Haley ★ 24 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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Martha is a piece of shit.


Staring: Jasper Delamar
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Her anxiety barely under control, Jasper had entered the party some-what late.

While it looked like most of her classmates were here, she couldn’t help but notice that there were still some faces missing. Jasper welcomed that fact, sighing with relief as she continued to scan the rooftop. If others were still missing, maybe she wouldn’t stand out as bad.

It didn’t take long for Jasper - or anyone for that matter - to realize that the bar was the place with the most going on at the moment. While every face in here looked familiar or reminded her of one person or another, Jasper honed in on one of the darker haired figures at the bar. Something about the way the other woman presented herself struck Jasper with an overwhelming familiarity; If only she could see her face.

As she watched, the woman leaned forward to order from the bartender. It only took a split second for Jasper to recognize one of her closest friends - Bruna. After all, who else was going to rock a black dress on the same level as herself?

Walking towards the bar, Jasper stopped in her tracks - right there in front of her were Spike and Nate.

Thankfully she had spotted them before either of them had noticed her. They were both too caught up in whatever conversation they were having, and she was standing a few feet away from them. Silently thanking the Universe for allowing everything to align perfectly to avoid whatever trainwreck that was about to be, Jasper continued on her journey to Bruna.

Jasper had spent the last ten years protecting Nate from herself, and she wasn’t about to ruin that tonight. If he wanted any sort of closure, he would have reached out already, right? If he wanted to talk to her tonight, he would find her. Jasper wasn’t about to ruin any sort of happiness that Nate had made for himself with her presence.

Now standing beside Bruna at the bar, Jasper quickly tapped her friend on the shoulder and smiled brightly.

”Bruna, my love! How are you?”





Staring: Jasper Delamar
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The trip to Florida had been long and tiring for Jasper.

While she loved her brother and soon-to-be sister in law, Jasper spent most of her time on the trip begging and praying to whatever gods were out there that her Ty would just shut the fuck up.

While her future niece or nephew was sure to be the pride and joy of the family, Ty was being a little extra when it came to making sure that Junie was well taken care of. Not to say that there was anything wrong with making sure that one’s significant other was well taken care of - but Jasper could see that Junie was starting to get a little annoyed as well.

Nonetheless, Jasper didn’t say a word to either of them about the predicament. Ty and Junie’s relationship was something that Jasper had come to respect more than most things in this world. Besides, she was sure that if Junie felt that Ty was doing something wrong - she would let him know herself.

Ty dropped Junie off at her family's home after their arrival in the Sunshine state, leaving Jasper to take an Uber from the airport to H2O Suites.

The drive was pleasant enough, and the driver was more than welcome to give Jasper recommendations to all of the coolest places in town. Mentally taking a note with the names that sounded the most interesting, Jasper tipped her driver and exited the vehicle, now at her destination.

All checked in and ready to go, Jasper finally took the time to take in her surroundings.

The room was nice and simple in it’s own way. The overall aesthetic was pleasing, but not overbearing, and the warm summer air added just the right touch. Leaving her bags at the door, Jasper flopped down onto the bed and laid there on her back.

She didn’t know how to feel about being back home. Of course she was excited, but she would never admit it. While Jasper had healed, she still hadn’t apologized or fully felt the retributions of karma for what she had done to people in her high-school years. Sure, she had taken Frankie under her wing and always made sure that there was a table reserved for him at any of her restaurants. She had done the same for Max, Spike, Bruna, Marg, Kristen and Nate - even if he didn’t know it.

While she was grateful that she had kept in contact with her fair share of classmates over the years, Jasper couldn’t shake one simple fact; People either loved or hated her, just like she either loved or hated them. There were no grey lines in Jasper Delamar's life, and she was soon about to find out just how much of a villain she truly was or wasn’t.

Taking a shower didn’t help calm these thoughts, no matter how long Jasper stood there under the warm water.

She wasn’t exactly starting the weekend out on the right foot.

The only way she could convince Margeaux to come to the reunion was to lie to her about Roman not being there. Of course Roman RSVP’d to the reunion, and it would be crazy for anyone to think that he wouldn’t. Nonetheless, Marg held out hope and Jasper had lied - all while persuading the other half of the Fearsome Four to do so.

Max had done the best that he could to calm Jasper's nerves about Nate a few nights before, but even the world's greatest cheerleader could only do so much - especially after confirming for Jasper that Nate was going to be at the reunion.

The golden retriever boy was someone that Jasper had done her best to erase from memory, but she had failed time and time again. Her mother hadn’t taught her much, but one thing that Jasper did learn from Marie was that you couldn’t help how people made you feel; and even to this day, the mention of Nathaniel Blake’s name put butterflies in the pit of Jasper's stomach. Rather they were good or bad, she didn’t know.

A few days with her girls was what really had brought Jasper to the reunion. She just hoped that their pasts didn’t catch up with them.

Once her hair had dried, makeup was applied, and her outfit for the evening was selected, Jasper took a deep breath before turning the doorknob to the outside world.



Staring: Rowan Gale
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No amount of excitement that Rowan had for the reunion could take away from his anxiety about the flight there.

With every slight jerk of the plane, or gust of wind, Rowan felt his hands tighten on the arm rests of the seat. Since this was his first flight, Rowan understood why he was feeling anxious - but that didn’t stop him from getting a little angry at himself as well.

It’s just a tiny little flight. I’m fine, he thought, taking a deep breath as he tried to figure out how to work the on-flight TV so he could watch a movie. A kid a few rows behind was starting to scream at the top of their lungs, and Rowan was not about to listen to that for the last two hours of his trip.

After the plane hand landed, Rowan did the best that he could to navigate the airport and gather his luggage. Figuring out the Uber app relatively easily, Rowan took a seat on one of the benches in the loading area while waiting for his ride to arrive. The bright sun and the stickiness of the humidity was an unwelcome change from the cold rain of Washington. He missed his home already.

On his ride to the hotel, Rowan exchanged a few words with his driver. The young man didn’t seem to be the chatty type, and that was something that Rowan could appreciate. Another thing that he happened to notice was the way that the driver's eyes had widened when Rowan had told him his destination.

“Fancy place, man. Don’t really look like you’d be traveling there. Er… no offense.”

“None taken,” Rowan replied, chuckling quietly from the back seat. “I get that a lot. I’m actually in town for a high-school reunion sort of thing.”

It was the younger man's turn to laugh this time.

“Ah dude… I am not looking forward to my high-school reunion at all.

Arriving at the hotel, Rowan tipped the driver and thanked him for his time. Grabbing his luggage and entering the building, Rowan took a deep breath. He had already felt out of place a few times since landing in the big city - but the hotel took the cake. Everything was neat, polished, and organized. Rowan's work boots, jeans, and favorite comfy tattered t-shirt absolutely did not belong here. Thankfully the young woman at the desk was more than welcoming and was happy to see that Rowan was checked into his room properly.

Rowan had managed to score one of the rooms with a private balcony. He was excited with this outcome. While the plunge pool would have been nice as well, there was already a pool upstairs if he needed to go swimming. With the balcony he could lean against the railing and look out to the ocean - just as he was doing now.

It had been years since Rowan had seen the east coast, but the salty air was familiar and welcoming. After checking his phone for the time, Rowan re-entered the bedroom, leaving his boots outside. He was more than ready to wash off the dirt and grime that was American Airlines, and had arrived early enough to do so.

While in the shower, Rowan did his best to keep his mind from wandering, and to keep his nerves in check. His plan didn’t work.

Feeling the knot in his stomach growing every second, he took a deep breath and let the warm water run over him and relax his aching muscles.

Rowan had never been super popular in high school, and to tell the truth - he really didn’t know why he was currently standing in a Florida hotel, buttoning up his shirt. The only person that he could think of that would actually want to see him was Marg. Would she even be speaking to him, or would they still be playing it as cool and nonchalant as ever? Was he about to spend his whole weekend watching her fall prey to Roman once again?

Maybe there was Frankie, but the two of them had never been close, and it wasn’t like Rowan had kept in contact with anyone over the years. He tried to look at it on the bright side - perhaps he would walk away from the weekend with a few new-old friends.

Once dressed, Rowan checked the time once again before making his way to the final destination of the evening.

He walked up the stairs slowly, focusing on his breathing as he went. Hands shaking ever so slightly, he stepped outdoors and braced himself for whatever may come next.



I’ve recently been hired on at a Country Club to be a server at one of their restaurants. I’m going to be making $15.50 per hour, and every check has auto-gratuity added. I also already have a guaranteed bar position, which I have been begging my current job for for the last six months.
I'm currently re-watching Criminal Minds.
Due to working at the resort, I haven’t been able to dye my hair for nearly a year and a half. My hair is almost back to being completely natural. I need to chop off the dead ends, because you can still see the faintest hint of blue towards the bottom.

I’ll probably stick it out at my current job for one more summer. The paychecks are too good not to. After I save up a bit, I’m quitting and finding a different job because someone paying me minimum wage shouldn’t be able to tell me what I can and cannot do with my body.
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