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the btts group verse is officially closed. i was trying to come up with ways to keep it active all month, but i ended up neglecting it at the end, and i apologise for that. on top of that, college is starting in a few days and i don’t think i will manage to keep it any more active than right now. so, i think it’s best to call it. all threads / plots are dropped. thank you to those who joined, and i’m sorry. take care, guys 🌈
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group verse starter call. fill in the heart for a starter in @tobeblamed ‘s group verse back to the start. ( don’t like if you aren’t in the verse ).
NAME: andrea harrison ADULT FC (36): laurie holden TEEN FC (16): carlson young OCCUPATION: sexual assault and abuse lawyer SCHOOL TITLE: the skux ( someone who is very flirty, approachable, sociable and charistmatic. they attract people in any way possible and they’re easy to be around. they’re pretty much always in the center of attention and it comes very natural to them. ) BIO:
THE PAST -- popularity , money , social status. it was easy for andrea to have gained the perfect popularity status in high school. everything was easy. boys wanted to be with her & girls wanted to either be her or be with her. albeit the popularity status , the looks & the fact that she was friends with everyone who was everyone , andrea never pushed anyone aside unless they deserved it. flirting was one of andrea’s trademarks and it was easily the reason why she always got what she wanted ; teachers or students. but after a relationship that hurt her a little too much , she’s weary on who she let in.
THE PRESENT -- after graduating high school & leaving pretty much everyone behind , andrea went for what she stood most for. an experience in college pushed her towards becoming a sexual assault and abuse lawyer ; wanting to seek justice for those who were ignored by the law and who weren’t getting the justice they deserved. she’s far from the girl she left behind on graduation day.
AFFILIATIONS:
----- AMY HARRISON : sister. ----- OO1. DEAN WINCHESTER ( @tobeblamed ) ; ex - boyfriend who broke her heart & made her extremely weary of future relationships. ----- OO2. COME TO ME FOR PLOTTING PLEASE.
@empathet hit the ♡!
Claire’s gaze lifted from the class schedule sealed to the inside of her binder with a couple pieces of clear packing tape, the Home Ec teacher’s introduction to that day’s activities slipping abruptly from her attempts at attention like water through a sieve. Thankfully, she did remember her station, notable due to its location directly below the room’s fire alarm. As for her partner...
"Hey, Elena,” she greeted the other girl with relief, glad she remembered at least so much as her name. But there was more than that, too. She remembered hearing about the accident with Elena’s parents, the car crash that had left her and her brother orphaned in a single night. But had that happened yet? She couldn’t say, not with the future feeling as much like memory as the past. Leaning against the counter as she scanned the recipe printout before them, Claire settled for a more moderate topic of conversation. “Um... How was the game?”
@mathematicsandmonet hit the ♡!
After the morning she’d had, gym came as a welcome relief. Claire had fallen easily back into the ease of walking without the support of her forearm crutch, but she’d forgotten just how good it felt to run.
Yet even this break from having to directly face the teens and teachers around her was short lived, their warm-up ending at the coach’s whistle and direction to break up into teams of two, which, for Claire, was always the worst part of any class.
Her gaze swept the girls assembled in the room, many of which had already paired off with their friends. She paused for a moment at the sight of Jacqueline, who she remembered had been a bit of a loner, just like her. Still notably giddy from the rush of running for the first time in years, Claire closed the distance between them with a laughable rush of butterflies in her belly that had always come part and parcel with this sort of thing.
"Hey,” she greeted, still pleasantly winded from the warm-up run, “―Got a partner yet, Jackie?”
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OPEN / for group verse
as much as he tried to avoid it, bumping onto familiar faces in the reunion party was inevitable. he just needed to keep things casual, maybe even try to question some of the people who tried to approach him. he just needed to stay focused. ‘ -- yeah, i remember you ... ’
starter for: @meddlingheels
he saw her standing in line in front of him, so he did what was necessary: he glared at the two random guys in front of him that were keeping him from standing next to daphne. it was enough for the two cowards to step away and let dean pass. he had his opportunity ; they had to wait in line for a while -- might as well start a conversation. he leaned forward as he stood behind her and smiled, ‘ hi. how you doin’? ’
@diiagnose hit the ♡!
Knuckles rapped uneasily on the band room door, Claire’s brown bag lunch clasped in one hand as she waited for a response. Even after all this time, it was amazing how fast it all came back to her; the layout of the halls, the names of the teachers and the few students she’d known to begin with, the ingrained rhythms of coming and going with the baring alerts they’d had the poor sense to dub ‘bells.’
And, woven in bright red strings among all the rest, the rare person she’d felt she could trust.
"Hello? ―Mr. Gray?”
