#altask

It seems like everyone has been a little shy, lately. I'm out of a job if you all trade in your horns for halos, so I propose a task. You will each be messaged a name of a fellow Angelino and it will be your job to find out as much dirt on them for the next week. I would get out the monocles and scent hounds because people will be vicious. Hop to it sleuths, I'll be doing a little digging of my own.

Hugs and kisses,

Madison Ackerman

It's just a matter of time a few days ago I saw you, you were fine Remembering what you said

What were funerals like? Jesse didn’t know, and once, he had hoped that he wouldn’t have ever had to. A part of him told him that he shouldn’t have gone, that there was no reason for him to, and that it wasn’t as if he had an obligation to go. No one was telling him what to do, and once again he was faced with the choice of attending a funeral. He wasn’t even that close to Brielle, a part of him reasoned. There was no point in going to the funeral of someone who he had only spoken to a few times. He wasn’t friend, or family. Casual acquaintance, at best, was what he would have categorized whatever sort of relationship he had with Brielle Harcourt. But it wasn’t quite that case, was it?

No, of course not. While Jesse watched everyone else there in the church silently sitting in the pews in a sea of black, he stood off to the side in the back behind one of the ornate pillars. No one would see him and he wouldn’t have to see anyone, and he didn’t have to come up with an explanation for being there either. Jesse hardly even paid any attention to the person at the front who was supposedly making some speech about the girl who was now long departed and resting in a casket.

That thought hardly even seemed real. When he thought about it, Jesse couldn’t even imagine someone like Brielle resting in eternal sleep like that. He couldn’t imagine her smile and reassuring voice gone forever and boxed into nothing.

As Jesse stood there, a part of him almost chastised himself for not feeling particularly sad. Instead, he felt sorry. Sorry that someone as kind and actually wholly good as Brielle was gone (someone who didn’t even hate him for nearly maybe even ruining their friend’s life, someone who took the time to at least speak to him and try to advise him. Why did he even listen? Jesse couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but end up listening to Brielle, because even though he didn’t want to admit it, he needed to hear the words that she said.

Too bad he would never quite hear them again.)

But what he really hated was the fact that, even now, Jesse couldn’t help but think about Annabel for a moment. Was this what her funeral was like? He couldn’t bring himself to go to her funeral and instead slipped out of town for a few days, needing to escape. But so what if he had gone? It didn’t seem necessary.

At least, not until things had become far too unfair and life had been taken away far too quickly far too soon.

“Stay safe or people will get worried about you,” Jesse muttered quietly under his breath. Why did that one sentence from Brielle still haunt him?

Because you’re not alive any more. That’s hardly safe, but at least no one can ever hurt you again. Didn’t you want to get rid of a tattoo to get away from the past? At least no one will have to worry about you anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Jesse turned around and quietly made his way out of the church. Behind him, the hollow sound of church bells rung behind him, but they hardly mattered.

Jesse told himself that he wasn’t going to let Brielle’s passing get to him. After all, she was the one who did say:

“I don’t like to see someone hurt by something they have no control over.” 

Seventy-six hours.

It was precisely how long Kaya had been awake. The clearly disheveled brunette sat at the end of her bed, involuntarily twitching every few seconds. It could have been a side effect from being sleep deprived, or more likely, a consequence from the cocktail of drugs she had been taking in order to stay awake. A line of what she hoped was cocaine here; a few of her mother’s pills washed down with hearty gulps of Red Bull there.

Anything to stay awake.

Everytime Kaya nodded off, or even blinked, she was met with the image of her deceased friend. To say that Annabel didn’t look like herself was a severe understatement. Her long, golden hair was matted with dirt and blood. Bruise-like rings framed her bloodshot, blue eyes, but the most disturbing detail was the deep gash that reached all the way around her frail neck, nearly decapitating the blonde. The delicate, silver necklace that Kaya had given her for her last birthday hung from the wound, teasing her.

But it wasn’t real.

Despite the realistic nature of the hallucinations, Kaya knew that she’d collected the necklace, along with a few other items, after Annabel’s death. With a shaky hand, she reached into the bedside table and pulled out the familiar chain. “It looked so beautiful on you, babydoll," she slurred, holding the jewlery to her chest. Before she could stop herself, tears began to stream steadily down her face. Within minutes, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Pull yourself together, Makaye.

Sweetsies Job Application 

Name: Jesse Morris

Date Of Birth: January 14, 1994

Home Telephone: N/A; call my cell instead (702) – 823 - 8663

Email: [email protected]

Education: High school sophomore, current dropout

Position Desired: Waiter

Level of Experience Working in the Culinary Field: None. But I can make great pasta.

What is your favorite dessert and why?: Ice cream because it come in a carton and I don’t have to make it.

What do you think are your best attributes/worst attributes?: Sweetie, I’m a drug dealer. I don’t think positive attributes are part of that job description. I could give you a mile long list of those bad traits that you’re looking for. But trust me I’m an utter manipulative bastard.

Are you reliable?: You see, if I get a call from a client before the job, I’ll be late. If I get a call before my shift is over, I’ll leave. I don’t even know why I’m filling this out to be honest.

If you could choose to go anywhere in the world, where would you go?: If I could bring myself to, Anywhere but here.

Sweet or Salty?: Both, but not together.

Can you list the steps of how to make chocolate chip cookies?: You go to the nearest supermarket or convenience store, and by a package of Chips Ahoy. Then you open it, and eat the cookies inside. Simple.

…Who said anything about actually making them?

Do you have any allergies?: Mangoes. I hate mangoes.

If you could think up a slogan for our restaurant, what would it be?: The Sweeties that sell sweets. You better ask someone else to do this for you. I’ve really never had to do something like that in my life. Ever.

Are you a people person?: No, and the thing is that it’s two sided too. People don’t want to talk to me and I don’t really want to talk to them. Simple.

A Scoop A Day Job Application 

Name: Jesse Morris

Date Of Birth: January 14, 1994

Home Telephone: N/A; can I just give you my cell? (702) – 823 - 8663

Email: [email protected]

Education: High school sophomore dropout

Position Desired: Scooper

What can you bench?: Never tried.

Worst part about working in customer service?: Dealing with people. Worst part is dealing with people that don’t understand that you don’t sell them ounces.

Do you prefer accomplishing tasks quickly or slowly?: Quickly. Why should I spend a lot of time on something?

Favorite ice cream flavor/s, how many scoops?: Mint chocolate chip and cookie dough. 2 scoops is fine.

What does the flavor moose tracks have in it?: I’ve always wondered why someone would name an ice cream that sounds like moose shit.

Which creature in the morning goes on four legs, at mid-day on two, and in the evening upon three, and the more legs it has, the weaker it is?: Simple. I may be a high school drop out, but everyone knows that riddle. Which is so easy either way. Humans. We think we're so great but we're really so weak. 

Favorite way to have fun: Walking by the shoreline during the summer. Alone.

What is the most daring thing you’ve ever done in your lifetime?: Become a drug dealer Love for the first time Well there was this one time I tried to get out of making payments, and almost got knifed in my sleep. 

How do you make ice cream from scratch?: Why does everyone want to know how to make things. You’re more finicky than the last one.

Chocolate or vanilla?: Chocolate.

Sprinkles or a topping?: Sprinkles. Toppings get in the way.