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✦ ERIN MORIARTY, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ GWYNN JONES the THIRTY year old has been BACK in Hidehill for A MONTH and was a COUSIN to Jade Parker, the missing first murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the LIFEGUARD AT FIG BEACH lives in HADLEY PARK. She is said to be RESOURCEFUL and MEDDLING but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { TAZ, 24, GMT, SHE/THEY. }

*moans when im stretching to let all the boys get a taste of what it is like to fuck me*

​Gwynn moved with purpose, eyes forward as she carefully escaped the confines of the room at the Aurelia. They’d spoken to her earlier and she’d been visibly exhausted, deflated and upset enough that they’d kept it short. She knew that she’d be recorded regardless of the exit she used, even if they weren’t monitoring the stairs the external doors would be alarmed with cameras just outside so she slipped into the elevator as it started to close. Warm eyes caught on the other occupant briefly.

Boyd: I doubt you could be the worst if you tried. Boyd: Ha! I’m telling my sisters you said that. At least someone is grateful for the skills I’ve acquired… Boyd: I don’t think I could sleep if I wanted to. It’s pretty quiet here, but spiritually, I’m definitely cuddled up in that nest you’re making. Boyd: Send me a pic if you think of it.

Boyd: Not yet. You were right about it being a long night. Boyd: You’re not obligated to handle this any way. Pretty sure this is uncharted waters. Maybe you should try sleeping or, I dunno, huddling up on the closet? Throw in some blankets and pillows, make a little nest? At least it would be quiet.

Boyd: I’m fine. Been raiding the mini fridge, making sure everyone’s eating and drinking. Boyd: I guess the guy who found the body is here in my room. Sheppard. He’s like a fucking zombie. It’s honestly creepy. Boyd: How are you, though? You need to talk?

**

Boyd couldn’t even say how much time had passed, how long it had taken for the cops to corral everyone and get them into separate rooms. Finding out together had made him feel connected to Gwynn in this moment, and despite being placed in separate rooms, he couldn’t help but worry. He pulled out his phone to send her a text.

Boyd: How’s it going in your room? The mood here is bleak…

✧

Time slipped by strangely in hotels, they were designed to be transient places, pleasant enough but deliberately forgettable. It was late and Gwynn was fighting sleep with all her might, ears keen for any new information about the case. As her phone lit up she tensed; then relaxed as she read and a smile absently curled her mouth.

Gwynn had always been an easy person to talk to, and Ledger was thankful to have people like her surrounding him all the time. Whether it was Gwynn, Julia, Amelia, or any of his other friends, having comfort in people around him was something Ledger would always be grateful for. “I prefer to help others; it’s a good distraction.” he admitted, shrugging as he looked back up at Gwynn. “I know what you mean. Ancient history is still history.” he spoke. “You’re feelings about Asa are allowed; don’t let yourself feel bad for feeling sad that he’s gone.” Ledger spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?”

✧

That was something they recognized in one other, Gwynn thought. They were at their best when distracted from their feelings by other people’s, the mess easier to untangle for anyone else. “It feels like I’m not owed this grief, like I’m taking it away from the people who love him but, I did once, y’know? We weren’t right together but that didn’t mean I didn’t wish him well or that I stopped knowing his favourite pizza order or the number for his uncle’s place by heart.” Gwynn pinched the bridge of her nose, hard. “I’m preaching to the choir here, aren’t I? Why is grief so complicated? I’m barely hanging on from... I just miss her, I miss everything even though I shouldn’t.” 

teds: learnt from the best

teds: i'm so sorry g, anyone in room 1 with you that can be there?

teds: i'm ok the shitting my pants fear when cops arrived pretty much burnt the tequila outta me

gwynn: 💁🏼‍♀️😘

gwynn: ledger's got me covered i think but i'm getting out of here teej

**

The simultaneous notifications on their phones made his stomach drop, knowing even before he looked what it meant. Someone was dead. It felt like someone confirming a suspicious he’d long held, the eerie feeling of the night finally giving way to tragedy. “Shit,” he repeated, though this time, it wasn’t out of self-preservation. The police weren’t here to bust them; they were here for an investigation.

✧

Gwynn could feel the threat of tears pooling in her eyes, they distorted the dim glow of her phone. She wished they had been about to bust the party rather than prove why there had been curfew in the first place. Instead of giving in she reached blindly for the nearest bottle of liquor, raising it high to take a hard swig before the police fully arrived. She chased the burn, her tears receding, then held it out conspiratorially toward Boyd. “Last chance, it’s gonna be a long night.”