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POLICE INTERVIEW: JUNIPER ALEXANDER.

we identified you as being present at the bonfire party during the night of melissa garcia’s death. is this true?

“yeah. i was there.”

how well did you know melissa garcia?

“she was a bitch. talked shit about me and my friends like it was her job. but i didn’t want her dead if that’s what you’re insinuating.”

please describe your whereabouts during the night.

“i was piss drunk. i hate to admit this, but i barely remember getting to the party.”

did you happen to see any strange, or aggressive behavior during the party?

“nothing that was unwarranted. i have about as many enemies as a damn comic book hero.”

were there any particular people who you were surprised to see present

“eliza.”

anything else you would like to add?

“can i please just...go home? my dad needs me.”

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anselmattison‌:

the bonfire was… hectic to say the least. not that ansel disapproved of that, of course. it made it easier to sneak around in the shadows and that felt strangely freeing for him. it was half his fault as well, the fact that juniper bumped into him. he hadn’t been watching where he was going at all; gazed fixed to the trees towering high above.

“christ,” he mumbled, reaching out to steady the redhead as it looked like she was on the brink of falling over. “you’re pissed. i didn’t even know if you were coming tonight.” was he slightly annoyed to not have been notified of that? maybe, but it wasn’t like they owed anything to each other. “i don’t know where she is.”

they had this weird thing, bumping into each other at the worst of times. though recently, it had been juniper who had been struggling. it hadn’t been the first time she had been piss drunk in front of her ex, but she had hoped the last time would actually be the last. yet there she was, holding onto his arms in fear of busting ass in the middle of the woods. “i didn’t know i was comin until mon told me to get dressed.” she hiccuped, leaning into ansel more than sober her would probably had allowed. “--just wanna g’home.” june mumbled, though she wasn’t as quiet as she had thought, her voice was weaker than she thought as well. 

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cstlavies‌:

                BUSYING HERSELF WITH finishing the bottles of wine she’d brought with her had proven to be an all consuming task  –– and truth be told the blonde welcomed the distraction. it was better to focus on the fact that she’d probably end up sleeping with her head inside of a toilet than it was everything else. which really was a sad testament to the way things seemed to be going. lissa was far too preoccupied with her thoughts, to really take notice of what was going on around her, at least not until she felt a light push. “ OI! WATCH IT! “ she yelped, a delicate hand still curled tightly around the neck of a bottle rose as ocean colored eyes found the source of the unwarranted interruption and it was then that she frowned. “ i did actually, just about a few miles that way  –– if you come to the edge of a river don’t worry just keep walking and if you drown… we’ll remember you fondly. “ she dismissed with shake of her head, eyes growing blank the longer she looked at the ginger in front of her. clearly she’d have to be inebriated to seriously ask her of all people for any sort of assistance. setting her bottle down, she pulled the girl’s arm away from her own and placed it on someone else. “ boundaries mercury i’m a germaphobe. “ 

juniper knew when she was being insulted. typically, the roles were reversed; she was the queen at making people crumble in seconds, just from her words. however, the alcohol had clouded her inner bitch, instead making her act like a helpless girl ( which, in reality, she was ). she ran a hand through her hair, stumbling back just slightly. “great directions, i’ll think ‘bout it.” she slurred, wanting to run despite her feet feeling like concrete. she couldn’t just sit here and take it, that wasn’t in her character--but her body had other plans. “are you done?” she choked out, her throat tightening and eyes threatening tears. ‘no, dumbass. don’t cry or you’ll look like a dramatic bitch again.’

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aiinsworths‌:

                 parker was rather tipsy himself –– a few beers had gone by quicker than he had anticipated, with so many people wanting to CHEERS to good fortune ( which, these days meant more like survival and not good grades. how far they’ve come ) as well as a shotgunned can … well, he has to pace himself now. he’d been coming back from the periphery of the clearing, returning from unfortunately breaking the seal, when one familiar redhead that he wasn’t expecting to see appeared in his vision and collided with his chest. “june?” he asks, a bit slower to register, but he’s very functional, still. “ … are you … are you okay?” one long breath allows him to focus on the matter at hand. “let’s … let’s go find mon, okay? or … let’s get you to sit down, actually,” he says, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her as they walk approach a group of rocks that have been rounded up as makeshift seats. “come on, j, can you … can you sit here?”

juniper didn’t even recognize parker for a moment, her eyesight starting to blur. when her mind finally realized who she had bumped into she felt a little safer, parker had that affect on her. “m’okay, p.” she chuckled, tripping over her heels but still managing to stay up ( mostly due to parker holding her up ). she still followed him to the rocks, using her friend to stabilize herself as she sat with a thud. “...ow.” she chuckled, hiccuping again. for being a classy and sophisticated girl, june looked more like a drunk teenager than anything else. “havin fun?” her eyes were half lidded, reaching a hand out for her friend again. 

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elizcvclencic‌:

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after her little lunch with juniper, eliza did what she always did at first, she drank. but instead of sitting there and continuing to wallow where everyone could see her, she went home to her mom, who quickly pulled her together. she wasn’t going to go out of her way to get back at june, that was never her intention, but whenever she thought about seeing her, she pictured the tears that filled her eyes after she told her that she and her boyfriend had been cheating for months and that brought forward a deep anger. the tears that eliza knew weren’t from doing it, otherwise she wouldn’t have, they were tears from being caught. when she grabbed the tube of red lipstick that night while getting ready there was a slight moment of hesitation, it wasn’t something she did, wearing it wasn’t just wearing a color. that feeling changed as soon as she put it on, she was going to be unbothered by it, by june parading around, not caring about her at all and pretending to call her a friend. 

wearing the red lip was already a statement in itself, but when eliza paired it with a red leather jacket, she was telling june and anyone who cared to pay attention who was in charge now. at the bonfire she was relaxed for the most part, her better instinct told her not to drink in the woods so she didn’t, but other people didn’t have the same sentiments. a body slow and heavy with alcohol bumped into her from the side, eliza turning to help them initially, but once she realized who it had been her hands froze away from their body, the words leaving her mouth sounding colder than she knew she’d ever heard from her, “careful. wouldn’t want you to trip and accidentally kiss someone’s boyfriend.” 

juniper had plenty on her mind. her father’s passing topped the list, but when she wasn’t wailing and shaking from the nightmares she was thinking about eliza....and quentin. how she had hurt a friend, something she hadn’t bothered to care about before. but she knew that her father’s passing had impacted her morals, he wouldn’t want her to keep a lie, a secret from someone who had only done good for her. the regret still hit her in the chest when she saw eliza on campus, and it only fueled her need to wash it away with the nearest alcohol she could get her manicured hands on. 

why fate had decided for juniper to bump into eliza, she didn’t know. in fact, she didn’t even register who it was until the cold voice spoke over the music, almost sobering juniper completely. she stumbled back a little, regretting the decision to wear heels, eyes scanning to see the girl had worn red. red. the color everyone in ashcroft associated with juniper, and it was clearly a dig at her. had she been sober, perhaps she would have come up with something witty--instead, her mouth felt like cotton. “m’sorry.” she slurred, having a hard time looking the other girl in the eye--let alone stand up straight. 

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monicadvx‌:

Monica leaned against June’s bed, arms crossing over her chest. She hated seeing her best friend like this, and even as the red head did her best to cover her sadness, Monica knew her too well. Still, it was her mission to make sure she had the best night. “I love it, because it’s mine,” Monica teased. “But you look better in it anyway, so yes. Maybe some gold jewelry?”

“well it helps that i basically have a second closet. well third, if you count the one i have at home.” juniper chuckled, laying the outfit out on her bed and beginning to put it on. “i’m sure i’ve got something in there, can you check my jewelry box?” she motioned to her desk again, tugging the body suit over her waist. “grab the ring out of the little box on the top, will you?”

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monicadvx‌:

Monica smirked when she got June to agree, grabbing the bottle of vodka from her and taking a long swig. “Good, because tonight is our night,” she told her, nodding her head. “We’re gonna look sexy and get the hottest people there to leave with us, okay?”

juniper reached into her wardrobe, which had been replaced just days ago with a new set of clothes--the signature red was gone, switched out for the ominous black she had been donning since the funeral. something couldn’t bring her to wear her favorite color again, not after daniel....no, tonight was going to be fun. “if you say so, lady.” she chuckled, holding up a lace body suit to her figure. “yay or nay? i can wear those jeans on the back of my desk chair.”

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juniper alexander; orpheus bonfire outfit

theme song -----> would i?

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monicadvx‌:

“Yes, we are,” Monica nodded her head, arms crossing over her chest as she licked her lips. “As your best friend, it is my duty to pull you out of your funk and get out back out there–your dad wouldn’t want you moping around.” She handed the bottle to Juniper, smirking. “This on campus band is throwing a bonfire concert, everyone’s going, so we’re going. Get dressed.”

juniper rolled her eyes again, she knew monica had her best interest at heart, even though june just wanted to stay inside. she was right, daniel wouldn’t want her to be sad. he would want her to enjoy her summer--or what was left. “okay fine. give me a few.” she said, taking another swig and getting undressed.

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(( open starter for the BONFIRE event !! assume connections or dm me for plots !! ))

juniper alexander was.....drunk. it wasn’t her first time, but normally it involved a lot more wine and a lot less liquor. but the last few weeks had hit her like a fucking train, and so vodka and hennessy sounded a lot more accepting than her usual red. 

she was stumbling around, having lost monica somewhere in the growing crowd. not that she was too concerned--death seemed more welcoming than the hangover she was bound to have the next morning. suddenly, in her directionless stumble, she bumped into another person, causing her to tilt back. “oh, shit, sorry.” she mumbled, her scottish accent thicker than she would normally allow. she hiccuped, putting a hand on the person’s arm, half bracing herself. “y-seen monica? bitch left me...got my phone too.” juniper hiccuped again.

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monicadvx‌:

Monica rolled her eyes at Juniper’s sarcasm; she was used to it at this point. Though they’d only known each other through the span of college, it felt like a lifetime to Monica. She never had a friend like June, never had a person in her life that understood her the way the red headed girl did, and it was crazy. “Ha ha, very funny,” she smirked at her, stepping inside. “Yes, you did. This is yours.” Handing June the bottle, she put her hands on her hips. “We’re going out tonight.”

juniper rolled her eyes, chuckling at the girl. her chest was still heavy, but eventually she knew the weight would be lifted. at least, she hoped. “we are?” she asked, taking the bottle and, without a second thought, taking a long swig from it. “what trouble are you trying to get me into, woman?” june sat the bottle down on her cluttered nightstand, her room still not clean from her breakdown weeks ago. 

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monicadvx‌:

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After the week Juniper had, Monica knew exactly what would cheer her up: going out. So, instead of calling, Monica showed up at the girl’s place, clad in a sparkly dress and darker make up than usual. She knocked on her door, a bottle of vodka in her hand, waiting for an answer. “June! Open up!”

juniper’s whole world had been thrown through a loop the last week. coming back from her father’s funeral and other services she had tried to focus on her academics, the end of the semester forming itself as a perfect excuse to hide and cry while she flipped through her notes. hearing the knock on her door she was about to half-shout an insult at the person outside the door until she realized who it was, instead standing up and opening it to see monica looking more dolled up than usual. “did you just come back from a bad date?” she teased, arms crossed as she looked her best friend up and down. “and i think i bought that dress two months ago.”

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elizcvclencic‌:

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should she have been concerned when she saw the text from june? in all hindsight, yes, definitely, no doubt about it. but given the recent passing of her father and the fact that eliza knew first hand how that felt, she understood what her friend was going through. it was hard, something that’s almost impossible to go through alone. the naivety of eliza got the best of her, assuming that juniper had just needed someone to talk to, friend to friend. the tone of the message was so uncharacteristic for the red head, who usually never let her facade slip, it was enough to cause worry but not raise suspicion.

eliza walked into the small restaurant juniper had asked they meet at, looking around for the familiar red hue of her hair. without finding her, she took a seat of her own by a table ordering a water while she waited. the bell on the door alerted her someone else had walked in, and judging from the click of the shoes she was positive it was her friend. the girl was resilient, put together, never looked anything less than perfect, even when on the inside she felt the opposite.

she greeted her with a small, polite smile, “i don’t think i’ve been here before, the place is cute.”

it was time juniper owned up to her mistakes, even if this mistake was the second biggest one in her life ( the first being not calling home that dreadful night ). perhaps it was the death in her family, the fact that death seemed to haunt her every second she was conscious that made her realize she couldn’t live with the secret forever. eliza deserved to know the truth, even if it would only add to both of their pains. 

she had chosen a restaurant off campus, the middle of the day--not out of fear, but with some hopes that maybe the mass of people at the lunch rush would keep eliza from completely falling apart. she had dressed like normal, but with a change in color--a black top and jeans, black kitten heels, black nails. she was really embracing the grieving daughter look, the only drop of her signature color being in her hair. there was no use in lipstick armor anymore, leaving the ruby shade in her dorm and instead embracing a nude color. ‘something eliza would pick out’ she thought as she walked into the restaurant and met her friend at the table.

“i figured you would like it.” she smiled back, though it was forced. a real smile was a figment of juniper’s imagination at this point. sitting across from eliza she took a menu, getting comfortable. ‘get through your meal, crying can come later.' she thought, chewing the inside of her lip. 

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should she have been concerned when she saw the text from june? in all hindsight, yes, definitely, no doubt about it. but given the recent passing of her father and the fact that eliza knew first hand how that felt, she understood what her friend was going through. it was hard, something that’s almost impossible to go through alone. the naivety of eliza got the best of her, assuming that juniper had just needed someone to talk to, friend to friend. the tone of the message was so uncharacteristic for the red head, who usually never let her facade slip, it was enough to cause worry but not raise suspicion.

eliza walked into the small restaurant juniper had asked they meet at, looking around for the familiar red hue of her hair. without finding her, she took a seat of her own by a table ordering a water while she waited. the bell on the door alerted her someone else had walked in, and judging from the click of the shoes she was positive it was her friend. the girl was resilient, put together, never looked anything less than perfect, even when on the inside she felt the opposite.

she greeted her with a small, polite smile, “i don’t think i’ve been here before, the place is cute.”

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lauderholmes‌:

                    maybe he was wasting his time with this –– he wasn’t one to provoke someone out of nowhere. the minor inconvenience she caused wouldn’t be worth his time ARGUING about, but her reaction prompts a response of his own. “no … no, you just weren’t loud enough to hear,” he says. it’s a half-lie, but he doesn’t feel bad about being dishonest anymore. that moral ground had been left LONG ago. he places his own order –– a large, iced black coffee. 

juniper didn’t need another argument. what she needed to do was ignore this kid, grab her coffee and go to class. today was going to be full of questions and unwanted looks, she didn’t need to attract more attention to herself ( for once ). but before her head could stop herself, her painted lips were moving again. “maybe you should get your hearing checked, prima ballerina.” she snapped back, not looking at him in hopes that he couldn’t catch the tears in her eyes that were threatening to ruin her nearly perfect makeup. 

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aiinsworths‌:

                         he’s gone. it doesn’t really hit parker still –– death always took a long time to process for him. the words didn’t seem REAL … it was only until he’d look for his mother for advice, want to text quentin about something, have something to ask of daniel … that’s when the pain really set in. not having that someone there when parker needed it, not having those moments that would make him smile, feel such WARMTH in his heart. he knew it’d be coming soon, but that didn’t start the tears from pooling in his eyes –– he could still feel the onset of pain coming.

“one day at a time, j,” is all parker can say. it’s how june had got him through the weeks, the months after his mother’s death. she got him up, got him ready for school, texted him throughout the day so that he’d have something else to think about, so that he wouldn’t suddenly BURST into tears during the day. but then she was also there when he inevitably did break down, she was there to dry her tears, just like he was doing for her. when june looks him in the eyes, her tear-stained cheeks, her red eyes cause his body to just COLLAPSE. he took her face in his palms, cupping her cheeks with his large, calloused hands, and rests his forehead on hers. heart attack. fucking ironic. he’s sure the universe is playing games with him now. it must be –– it’s the only explanation for the punches that keep getting thrown his way. “do you … want me to stay with you tonight?” it was a rhetorical question –– he’d probably be there for her either way, not only for one night, but for weeks to come. 

from the outside looking in, parker and juniper looked rather intimate for a pair of best friends. though they themselves knew the truth, they were constantly mistaken for a couple whenever anybody saw them together. this was no exception, him holding her face, her placing her trembling hands over his, foreheads touching. but this was how they were, juniper was a very affectionate person when it came to the right people. she was always holding someones hand, sitting in their lap, nudging their foot with hers--it was just that now a days, parker was the only person who could stand to be around the wicked witch of ashcroft.

juniper can’t hold back the weird half laugh/half sob that she makes at his words, shaking her head gently. how was it that easy? obviously they had done this before--her fathers even contemplated transferring juniper to parker’s school in the wake of his mother’s death, so that they could be together. they were attached at the hip, as well as the heart. and she felt guilty, knowing that her pain was more than likely hitting parker just as hard--they were family. “i feel like i can’t breathe.” she whispered again, even though she was still actively breathing. it was her heart making her think her body was shutting down, letting grief envelope her. she doesn’t bother to answer his question, because they both knew what the answer was. 

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lauderholmes‌:

              ��  well, that wasn’t the response he was expecting. joshua didn’t EXACTLY know the girl, but he knew her reputation. fiery redhead, one whose path he had never been fortunate enough to cross. perhaps it was good, though –– she seemed to always be the center of attention, seemed to be involved in drama, which was exactly where josh wanted to avoid. “excuse me, you’re … WHAT?” the question was asked partially because he felt he might have been hallucinating, partially because he just wanted to hear her say it again. he should cherish this moment. record it, even. it might have come off a bit strong, but joshua was blind to any and all aspects of her personal life that might have been going on.

juniper was never the apologetic type. it might have been her downfall at times, she could count on one hand how many times she was genuinely sorry about something. no, she wasn’t sorry she was ‘wasting’ this boy’s time--june was still a conceited and selfish bitch. she was just a grieving one. “did i stutter?” she turned on her heels to face the boy, someone she vaguely recognized from somewhere around campus, but nobody of importance to her. and she was sure he recognized who she was--juniper’s reputation was something she prided herself on. 

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i’m quite literally crying into my lasagna as i type this. i love y’all & this group so so so much & i wanna say thank you to everyone who i had the chance to interact with. this rp was my first tumblr group after a long hiatus & everyone made me feel so comfortable & i really got a chance to grow my characters out more than ever before. if ANYBODY wants to talk & keep in touch, please hmu on discord @lilacsims#1842. i’m still gonna write for juniper & mason on here for a bit i think, i can’t give up on my babies otherwise i might explode. 

i love y’all so fuckin much. thank you to everyone who made this such a wonderful place to write & i hope to chat with y’all soon.

- sav, juniper, & mason