#gallagher:start

        “ WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN HERE ? ”   the presence of the other caledonia agents feels far too close sharing the same cell as her, but cecilia steps closer towards the edge of it, arms folding over her chest.   “ you shouldn’t be here. ”

They said the worst part about being in an accident was sitting there and watching everything happen around you. Knowing there was no way to stop it. And that was exactly how seeing the blog notification felt. How scrolling desperately to find her name (and hoping it wasn’t there) felt. How reading each word and knowing that the whole campus knew felt. Like watching your life flash before your eyes with no way to pull it back. And all she wanted was to be alone, so she did her best attempt at blending in - hair pulled back, face freckled and makeup free, heels nowhere to be found. Sitting in the one place on campus she avoided like the plague - the Flicke orchard - doing the one thing she knew she could do and feel something. Scream. open @gallagherstart​

     “it’s a shame about the gossip blog, really.” he begins, smoke escaping as he speaks. “i feel bad for stacy, she’s out of a job now.” before landon had been a complete hermit, but after his small visit to the courthouse, he’s done better because really, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be at gallagher. “i would share, but⎯⎯ i kinda need it,” landon adds before bringing the joint back up to his lips. 

Despite everything that has been happening Owen is still mainly dedicating himself to his studies. It’s the reason he is at Gallagher in the first place and he wouldn’t add his parents to the list of people that he has let down. Everything seems to be burning down around him but at the library it still feels the same as usual. Normally he’s able to avoid having to talk to anyone but his eyes lift from his book once he realizes there’s someone standing at his table, clearly waiting for him to react. “Umh, can I help you?”  

“So, clearly Gallagher is more horror movie than action or romantic comedy but what sub genre do you think it is? Psychological, slasher, paranormal?” They’ve been thinking about this ever since their conversation with Lex and the unlucky person that’s in the common room with them is the only person they can think to ask for their opinion now. 

– LUCKILY, THE GYM’S PRETTY EMPTY IN THE LATEST HOURS OF THE NIGHT, technically morning maybe, and it’s easy to get the back room with the mats to herself. it’s been a long time since she’s danced, and she has to be really careful about the pressure that she puts on her ankle, but with no one watching it’s easy to get caught up in the music for a little while. she can remember why she loved in the first place, just her and the song. there’s a light, effortless feeling that comes with knowing the moves and allowing muscle memory to take you. until she realizes that it’s NOT just her and the music. she loses her place and stumbles slightly on her bad ankle, catching herself against the wall. “ oh, goodness, ” she cringes, “ how long have you been standing there ? ”