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in retrospect, she really should have just decided against running the face painting table this year. the fact that they'd moved it to right across from the popcorn stand, across from where he used to be, should have been the final blow, but the truth was that it was easy money and zahra had bills to pay. adjusting her skirt as she shifts on her stool, butterfly wings painted on her face, zahra spots someone familiar. "did you see that they got rid of the chair-o-planes?" it's not one of the many questions that she'd really like to ask (why his shoes? who's sending the messages?), but it'll do for now.

Iris had already been here for a lot longer than she had planned and there was nothing that she hated more than her plans going awry. Why didn't the universe realize she was right? What she wanted to happen was the thing that should happen? It was exhausting. The last thing she wanted right now was to be at some carnival thrown by this fucking town but she had her part to play and if she played nicely, she could go...or at least that's what she was telling herself. Enough Xanax was currently flowing through her veins that she could almost be nice, almost. But that almost meant she was not paying attention at all to what was being said to her right now. "Sorry, sorry, what were you saying? Were you talking to me?"

maybe its the drinks that she had prior to arriving to the carnival , but vivian couldn't help but feel distracted from the messages as soon as she laid eyes on the ferris wheel . vivian's fear of heights was forever at odds with the memory of her jumping off the roof of her house as a teenager . . . although the smaller things got the higher she went made her nervous , it was the encouragement of her missing neighbor who gave her the bravery she needed to just . . . leap . he always was there to break her fall and that's what vivian suspects made her fear tolerable . except , he wasn't here anymore and the fear remained the same . " i'm going to get on that ride by the end of the night . " vivian announced nervously as she dug into the box of popcorn in her possession , cheese dust lingering on her fingers as she popped one right into her mouth as if keeping her mind distracted from the spiraling reason why she was at the carnival in the first place . she was in the carnival because she wanted to , not because of the dare . . . heather's voice echoed in her mind , but it still flickered in the face of the supposed joy that failed to register in her heart . " just . . . not right now . i kinda need to prepare for it . " typical of her to backtrack , vivian cleared her throat as she glanced over at her companion , a smile blossoming on her lips . " what about you ? is there something you want to do next ? "

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Mira seemed to be one of the few that hadn't been in attendance at the alumni event the week prior. She had a 14 hour night shift and couldn't even think about calling out considering how short staffed the hospital was right now. But she had heard about what happened through the grapevine, and honestly, she was kind of sad she had missed out. Everyone in her graduating class comes back home and suddenly there is drama in Lincoln City again, and she wasn't there to watch it all unfold.

But it sounds like the cops wanted to keep everyone around. Apparently they had found something that had belonged to Chris? She wasn't sure but it sounded like this cold case might not be so cold anymore.

Entering the local farmers market, Mira headed over to the fresh produce booth to shop around. As she was inspecting the peppers, she was surprised to meet the gaze of someone she hadn't seen since high school. "Oh, hey." The raven haired girl greeted, trying not to revert to the awkward teenager she was the last time they saw each other. "Heard about the alumni event, sounded crazy."

        there's a pause from the  brunette,  brows furrow as she looks up from her phone.  hestia knows how she looks these days;  small,  religiously raised girl transformed by the city.  gone are the days of colors and pastels and lampshading skirts,  gone are the wide smiles meaning  nothing genuine  when before she runs to complete a task requested of her,  the perk in her step surely gone with age and the way she carries herself  -  hestia surely hopes her parents still don't live her.   "i hope she doesn't expect us to take any action during this lockdown."  hestia's somber gaze,  once described to have sparkling stars against their mahogany shade,  flickers up to  [ your muse ].  she is the headmaster,  of course;  but hestia will avoid feeling like a helpless teenager through such words to the best of her ability.  

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by that point in the night mari didn't even know what she was supposed to be talking to others about. it felt like every possible topic, even the weather, led to a hidden landmine.

her book? absolutely not. she'd already discovered the hard way that her classmates could and did read and that they'd taken things a step further and read between the lines. the police? an obvious no. the lockdown? the mysterious messages the st mary's alumni had received that had pushed them all into the same room that night? chris? all of the most obvious conversation starters were nonstarters, so what was a safe topic for her peers in the class of 2014?

"do you think any of our speeches actually convinced the parents to send their kids here?" she decided on, asking the question of the person nearest her with a healthy amount of skepticism in her tone.

This whole event, it felt weird. Fucked. Like River was waiting for the next shoe to drop. And maybe that was more of a him thing. Maybe he was projecting. He hadn't been back in this godforsaken town since high school and it was making him uncomfortable. He kept wondering what people were doing, because right now it all felt like a farce. Everyone was pretending like this shit didn't feel like the start of some horror film, and it was causing his anxiety to sky rocket.

Also, what the fuck were Chris Wilder's parents doing here? Yeah sure, their foundation had something to do with the school's rebrand, but did they really have to be here? His foot was tapping out any nervous energy that was building in his body, and River decided in that minute, he needed a cigarette. He was almost towards the doors of freedom when the sound of numerous phone notifications went off, and then the slamming of the doors in front of him followed. Great, they were locked in. "You have to be fucking kidding me." He grumbled, turning to the person next to him he continued. "Think the windows locked too?"

This was not ideal. Not in any fucking sense of the word and Iris knew her stepmother was most likely behind the security system being triggered. Them being trapped in here was not because of the possible flood, she knew that escaping to higher ground was the smartest decision and yet...that was no longer an option. Fucking Yvonne. "This is not good," she mumbled to herself, trying to fight the urge to go into a panic at having all of her control stolen from her but she couldn't help but think about that video, a welcome distraction from the current chaos. "At least we have something to talk about."

Eyes. There were eyes on her from every spot in the Great Hall, but Helena was used to that. Usually, the intention behind the stare was one of wanting and not...whatever this was but there was nothing she could do about that. That video - how on earth was it taken? Nothing untoward was in it, nothing that would have ruined her but still, she had to imagine the point was to make people talk and that certainly was accomplished. Finally, she couldn't ignore it anymore, turning suddenly to the person closest to her that was obviously looking in her direction. "Do you need something?"

Dante had polished that speech front to back practicing it countless of hours in front of the mirror. Every word of it carefully picked to shine him and the school in the best of light, but leave a little intrigue behind it. He wanted to be approached, to be asked questions about it without having to actively ask others himself. Sure he'd go mingle with the big fish of the the bowl, but right now? Right now he needed something to drink because that had taken everything and a little bit more out of him.