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In all honesty, Bailey was one of the few people Shock rarely got tired of seeing. Sure, there were times when she was annoyed or angry at him, and would rather not have to face him and feel like she had to talk to him, to say something. At the same time, she knew Bailey was patient. Extraordinarily patient, really, with her. He was the type of guy she could just sit with, listening to music and talking about whatever. That was one of the biggest reasons they had managed to be friends for so long.

So, even if they didn't do anything but talk all night, Shock would be happy. It was a nice idea, staying over. A tempting one. But she looked down at the plushie on her lap, and gave a half smile.

"Just drop me home," she finally said.

She didn't want to spend too much time with him now. She needed to start getting used to it.

Shock rolled down her own window, closed her eyes, and let the summer wind blow past her face.

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"Hm?" she frowned, turning to face him. "Ah, yeah, I'm alright." Shock didn't want to make him worry, really. Even less for him to start wondering what was going on in her head.

Because the concerns were starting to swirl in her mind, scattered thoughts of the future that she knew were never a good idea to entertain. But Shock couldn't help it. She squeezed the plushie as she grit her teeth, thinking...

We'll keep having fun. We'll keep going out, further and further away, and I'll love it, and I'll get greedy and want more. And more. And he will end up leaving for good, and I'll want to follow along, and--

Because Bailey wouldn't stay. Shock didn't want him to, not when she knew how much it meant to him, to go his own way. He said he would come back, but she knew that wasn't true, no matter how much he promised it.

She would miss him, so much. But she should be happy for him. She should. Why couldn't she just be happy?

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"Hm?" she frowned, turning to face him. "Ah, yeah, I'm alright." Shock didn't want to make him worry, really. Even less for him to start wondering what was going on in her head.

Because the concerns were starting to swirl in her mind, scattered thoughts of the future that she knew were never a good idea to entertain. But Shock couldn't help it. She squeezed the plushie as she grit her teeth, thinking...

We'll keep having fun. We'll keep going out, further and further away, and I'll love it, and I'll get greedy and want more. And more. And he will end up leaving for good, and I'll want to follow along, and--

Because Bailey wouldn't stay. Shock didn't want him to, not when she knew how much it meant to him, to go his own way. He said he would come back, but she knew that wasn't true, no matter how much he promised it.

She would miss him, so much. But she should be happy for him. She should. Why couldn't she just be happy?

Bailey nodded along as Shock explained her experience with the rollercoasters. “That’s the adrenaline alright,” he chuckled. It was a beautiful and cursed thing. The more you experienced it, the more you craved it, and if you weren’t careful, it could be sought in more dangerous ways than safe ones.

“Ouch, way to call me predictable,” he feigned offense, clutching his chest. “Some people hate them, you know, it’s not everyones favorite. But the ghost train is a very good pick.” Listening her talk to things she enjoyed and was passionate about never bored him. He loved seeing the joy on her face and hearing the excitement in her voice. “Ian was terrified of it. Still might be, honestly.” Nodding toward the van, he started to head around to the other side. “C’mon, you can tell me more about what you liked on the road. And anything you didn’t, if there is anything.”

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Shock laughed quietly. "Maybe exposure therapy's the way to go, then." As easy (and fun!) as it was, Ian was not someone she liked to mock frequently, mostly because it felt unfair to Bailey, who she knew was rather protective of him. Besides, she didn't trust Ian to properly defend himself, like her own brothers certainly could.

"Oh, there was nothing I didn't like... Apart from how much money I spent trying to win this little fucker," she grinned, squishing her prize plushie. "Three dollars a try, that's a damn scam, I can tell you that." When she had laid eyes on him, though, Shock knew she had to have him. "I'm lucky my aim's not bad at all."

But now it was time to go back home, she finally accepted, once Bailey got on the driver's seat. Her smile faded a bit, and she sighed. Shock knew it was silly to feel so down for something that just had to end at some point; but still, her mood shifted as she slowly realized just how much she was looking forward to the next time, when they left the town and had their next 'adventure'.

Bailey nodded along as Shock explained her experience with the rollercoasters. “That’s the adrenaline alright,” he chuckled. It was a beautiful and cursed thing. The more you experienced it, the more you craved it, and if you weren’t careful, it could be sought in more dangerous ways than safe ones.

“Ouch, way to call me predictable,” he feigned offense, clutching his chest. “Some people hate them, you know, it’s not everyones favorite. But the ghost train is a very good pick.” Listening her talk to things she enjoyed and was passionate about never bored him. He loved seeing the joy on her face and hearing the excitement in her voice. “Ian was terrified of it. Still might be, honestly.” Nodding toward the van, he started to head around to the other side. “C’mon, you can tell me more about what you liked on the road. And anything you didn’t, if there is anything.”

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"Oh, the roller coasters were amazing," Shock said, her eyes shining. "It was... I don't know, it's the feeling I always chase when I ride my motorbike, but... Better. Faster. Just... Breathtaking." She could still remember the screaming, the way her hair whipped past her ears, how everything zoomed past her, and how she laughed and shrieked along. They had gone there over and over again, to each one, never tiring. She had to tell Lock and Barrel about them.

"I mean, yours is the obvious choice. Like, yeah, of course the roller coasters are the best..." Shock hopped into her seat and closed the door. "But I was thinking of the ghost train. Not as fun as the roller coaster, sure, but the ghost train was so... So funny," she chuckled, running her fingers through her messy hair. "All those fluorescent ghosts and demons and witches in the black light, God --and those little kids screaming their heads off? Because it was kind of scary!" she laughed out loud as she nodded. "Or at least I guess it would be, if you were a kid."

Bailey fumbled around for his keys as they began to approach the van, pulling them out from the depths of his pocket. "Well, I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie," he laughed, looking up at her as he unlocked the doors. "So any of the roller coasters. I don't know if I have a particular favorite, but they're all pretty good."

"What about you?" he asked, much more interested in her view, since this was a new experience for her. He remembered going to fairs and amusement parks as a kid, and Ian crying on the "scary" rides. Which were all of them. All of them were scary. But Bailey did his best to try and convince him otherwise, and as they got older, they both enjoyed them more.

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"Bah, I know you won't," Shock replied. Bailey could be kind of nerdy sometimes, but she knew her brothers were used to that by now. Besides, that was something she liked about him.

As excited as she was, the closest they were to leaving and the farther they got from the amusement park, the more she slowed down. After all, she didn't really want to leave, and for that day to end. Just like that first time, when they had gotten to the concert out of town, it was a surprise to realize how little she missed her home --how she hadn't even thought of it at all.

She approached the van and leaned against the passenger seat's door, watching Bailey for a moment. She wondered if he, with all the experience he had, still managed to enjoy it even as it lost its novelty. All in all, Shock hoped he had at least half as much fun as she did. "What was your favorite ride?"

Bailey caught up with her quickly enough, sticking his hands in his pockets. “They can come on the next one, if you want. I like hanging out with them too.” Bailey knew her brothers were wild cards but he sort of liked that. It was endearing, in a way. “I promise I won’t embarrass you,” he teased, grinning at her, playfully.

It really would have been no big deal to get all of them in. Bailey had connections; knew people who knew people. But it was up to her if she wanted to include them.

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Once she had put a little distance between them two, Shock kept walking a bit further, but after a few seconds she stopped and waited for him to catch up. She turned her attention back to the plushie, pulling at its crooked ears before tossing it into the air and sending it spinning upwards, to catch it once it came back down.

She smiled with a shrug. "Yeah... Yeah, sure." So far Bailey's suggestions had been nothing short of great, so Shock was now pretty sure she would go through with anything, or at least mostly anything, that he thought to offer. He was probably aware of that. "Wish Lock and Barrel could come too, you know. Bet they'd love this." Not that Shock was exactly eager to share these experiences with them, when she knew that it was basically perfect just with Bailey by her side.

Bailey didn't think much of it when she began to bounce ahead of him, separating the two a bit. The closer they got to the car, the more the crowd began to spread out, so he wasn't as worried. He couldn't help but smile at how happy and excited she looked.

"I'm glad you liked it," he nodded. "Maybe we can come back again sometime soon. Or we can do something else, try new things." Of course Bailey would love to get her to broaden her horizons a bit and try a variety of things, but if they found something she liked and was willing to do consistently, well, they could work with that.

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That 'adventure' at the amusement park had been something Shock had been looking forward to ever since it was first suggested, and now that it had finally happened, it proved to be even better than what she had imagined. She was practically bouncing as they left, laughter and screaming ringing in her ears, still tasting the sweetness of candy apples and feeling the steady hum of the cart of the roller coaster. In one fist she gripped an extremely ugly bootleg Garfield toy, an arcade prize. Not that she needed a souvenir, really --she knew she wouldn't forget a day like this.

She turned to look at Bailey, grinning at her, and chuckled at his very obvious question. Just like that first time, she was immensely thankful for him to have arranged all of this, and had no real idea of how to properly express it. She almost leaned forward and hugged him, all giddy, but managed to stop herself.

Shock had noticed his hand on her back, though. She knew Bailey probably didn't mean much by it (probably), but still, that level of closeness, while not precisely unwelcome, did make her rethink all the small touches that went on throughout the day. Not something she wanted to linger on right then.

Giving a couple little hops, almost skipping, and moving away from him to hurry on forward, she turned around and beamed. "It was awesome."

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Most people did fun things during the summer, sure, but this year Bailey was determined to do as many fun things as possible to show Shock that there were opportunities to have fun all over, not just in Redwood Hollow. The concert had gone off without a hitch, and now they were ending their day after spending hours at an amusement park. They'd planned it before their last adventure even ended, which Bailey thought was a good sign. It seemed to go well, since they'd both been laughing and having fun most of the day.

There were rides, games, and a lot of whacky foods and snacks. What else could one want? Now that it was over, though, Bailey couldn't help but wish that it lasted a little longer. They were heading back to the car now, ready to go home after a long day. Bailey had one hand in his pocket, the other lightly placed on Shock's back as they walked. It was mainly out of affection, but also to make sure they didn't get separated in the crowds leaving the park. "So, what did you think?" he finally asked, turning to her with a grin.

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Shock closed her eyes again when Bailey left a kiss on her head. She kept them closed, thinking of his request, and what a silly thing it was to ask. Where would she go? How would she leave? Most importantly, she didn’t want to. “... Alright,” she said, as if finally giving in by his plea. “I’ll stay if you stay.”

Yes, he did love her. This was quite concerning. Because this had been fun, the most fun Shock had in a long while, but once the sun came up the spell would be broken, and Bailey would have to remind himself that he had to manage his expectations. She truly wanted to keep traveling outside of Redwood with Bailey --she already couldn’t wait to visit a real amusement park with him --though she also felt she would have to remind him of what the actual situation was, as clearly as she could, and what it would continue to be until he eventually tired of her and left.

Shock grit her teeth. Thank God Bailey suggested going to see a show out of town. Who knew if she would have ever had a chance to do this otherwise, before he was gone.

Her hand became limp and still. She left it on his arm, but didn’t move any further. Instead, she sighed, and allowed herself to fall asleep.

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Shock closed her eyes again when Bailey left a kiss on her head. She kept them closed, thinking of his request, and what a silly thing it was to ask. Where would she go? How would she leave? Most importantly, she didn’t want to. “... Alright,” she said, as if finally giving in by his plea. “I’ll stay if you stay.”

Yes, he did love her. This was quite concerning. Because this had been fun, the most fun Shock had in a long while, but once the sun came up the spell would be broken, and Bailey would have to remind himself that he had to manage his expectations. She truly wanted to keep traveling outside of Redwood with Bailey --she already couldn’t wait to visit a real amusement park with him --though she also felt she would have to remind him of what the actual situation was, as clearly as she could, and what it would continue to be until he eventually tired of her and left.

Shock grit her teeth. Thank God Bailey suggested going to see a show out of town. Who knew if she would have ever had a chance to do this otherwise, before he was gone.

Her hand became limp and still. She left it on his arm, but didn’t move any further. Instead, she sighed, and allowed herself to fall asleep.

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Bailey sighed, finding this rather peaceful. He put one hand behind his head, leaving the other draped around her, and closed his eyes. The feeling of her lips pressed to his skin resulted in quiet hums of contentment. Part of him was well aware of the last time they’d fallen asleep next to one another, which resulted in Shock trying to sneak out without him noticing. While he never blamed her or tried to hold her back from doing so over the years, it did occasionally disappoint him. Tonight, there really wasn’t a choice for Shock to try and scurry out. But even if there was, he truly hoped that she wouldn’t want to.

It was just one night, and they were adults. Surely they could sleep next to each other for one night, especially after the eventful evening they’d had. Then again, Bailey never minded sleeping next to her. It was Shock he was worried about; he knew that there was a very good chance when he woke up that he would be alone in the bed, but there was still that sliver of hope that was trying to convince him this time would be different. In reality, though, he had no clue. 

He smiled as he felt Shock’s fingers trailing his tattoos, amused by the playful gesture. Bailey opened his eyes, glancing down at her briefly, before closing them once again. “Stay with me?” he asked, his voice light and in a hushed tone, but still audible. “Right here, stay.” He didn’t want to let her go, in fear that she might not return.  Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, Bailey laid back, growing more weary by the minute. 

In the morning, they would have to pull apart and get ready to return to Redwood Hollow, as much as this evening had been fun, outside of it. For now, though, outside of the confines of their hometown, Bailey wanted to enjoy the last few hours. 

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Two times was two times too many. The scares coming back was not something Shock had ever thought would happen to her again, after about five years or so of not having them anymore. And while once was a freak incident, twice was the sign this must have come to stay. Well, she had to make sure it was not welcome.

After her shift at the cinema ended, Shock immediately hurried to get started on solving the issue. She arrived to Redwood Hospital and made her way through, dodging the attention of nurses and doctors, quickly scanning the words on the doors until she found the one she was looking for. She flung open the door to the office, not caring if there was anyone inside --which there wasn't, apart from a woman sitting behind a desk, which would probably help hurry things quite a bit. After a glance at the doctor and another at the sign with her name and profession, Shock concluded she was in the right place, and sat down on a chair, ready to start.

"So," she said, crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette. "I hear you hand out barbiturates."

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A little smile was drawn on Shock’s face as he turned to land on his back, still with her in his arms. Once on top, she leaned down and planted a few kisses on his collarbone, slowly, sighing softly. She was pretty comfortable as is, and barely moved aside a little, leaving her head on top of his shoulder and a hand lying on his chest. His steadying heartbeat was perfectly easy to feel under her palm.

Lulled by his heaving and by his gentle caresses, she almost dozed off for a moment, her own breathing becoming synchronized with his. She opened her eyes. She didn’t want to fall asleep, not yet. She wanted to be fully conscious of this moment, make sure to remember it, the feel of his fingers against her own skin, his warmth against her body, the peaceful sounds he made once they both quieted down...

But when they fell asleep, which was probably soon, then they would wake up to each other. Shock couldn’t run away this time --he had the van, he knew the way home. She should have given more thought to this before. There was only one bed, after all... But maybe it didn’t matter. It wasn’t that serious --they could sleep together. They could have breakfast together. They could go home together, as planned. It didn’t need to mean anything, since nothing had really changed. Right?

Shock reached for his arm, absently tracing his tattoos with the tip of her fingers. She might be wrong, it might just be those pesky post-orgasm hormones talking, but she was really starting to believe that Bailey might actually, truly be in love with her. Love. Absolutely nauseating. Well, it might pass, she hoped. Maybe it was just Stockholm syndrome kicking in, after being her friend for a whole decade and having been having great sex with her for about six or seven of those years.

After all, there was no room for that kind of love in their relationship. No possibility of considering a future together, of making anything more out of what was already a pretty good deal. But it was true that what they had was growing unsustainable. Apart from the fact that, no matter how much he promised to come back, Bailey would end up leaving Redwood Hollow... Shock could try to stop fighting with him, when she knew herself those fights were often pretty ridiculous. She wanted to try. She wanted to be a good friend.

Being a good friend wouldn’t stop him from leaving, though.

She thought she had to say something, come up with an ironic joke or biting comment to remind him, and herself, that she was still Shock, she was still her. Wonder if the people next door heard us, she thought, but did not say it out loud. She just remained silent, listening to his heart.

“No, but the did teach us to always be prepared,” Bailey smirked. “I’m sure thats a big part of it.” Maybe that was another reason he was able to adapt quickly and reassess situations. He’d been training for it, after all. A useful skill to have in ones repertoire.

He looked her up and down a moment, taking his time to answer. “I guess not… it’s hard to tell, though.” Of course he was teasing, laughing under his breath. When she asked him if he was tired, he tipped his head side to side as if he was actually weighing out the answer. “Eh,” he shrugged. “The night is young.” And with that, he put a hand to the back if her neck and pulled her into a kiss.

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The door slammed behind her, as Shock entered her bedroom and, for once, decided to take a break before her usual bass practice. Extra hours at Carthay to make up for missed shifts, an exhausting, accidental encounter with a far-too-inquisitive old high school classmate, and a long-winded fight with a server at a coffee shop later, and she didn’t want to talk to another human being for the next five hours at least. Shock was not someone easily tired, but that day had made an admirable effort at making her feel absolutely spent.

Hands on her hips, giving a deep sigh, she examined her options. The DVD collection sat by the TV next to the wardrobe, gathering dust. The black bass waited silently, patiently, by the windows. She went over and opened them to let some fresh air in. It would probably get her more energized, at least a little. That and some music, that always helped. She sorted through the CDs in the rack by the green velvet armchair and went with the good old trusty Led Zeppelin. Once a song started, the volume was turned up, and she could feel her head clearing up a bit, Shock made up her mind that she would take a couple more minutes before starting practice.

“We come from the land of the ice and snow,” she hummed to herself, closing her eyes and moving to the music. “From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow...”

Shock threw herself on the bed. She lied there for a few seconds, face down, holding her breath, before deciding to have a well-earned smoke. She took the cigarettes out of her pocket before realizing that, at the very bottom, there was still the joint Misty had so graciously let her keep. She smiled. Until she could get to Katz’s place, manage by some miracle to catch her home, and swipe some weed for the week, it would have to do. She stretched an arm to grab the ashtray for her nightstand and rolled on her back, lit the joint, had a puff and sighed a cloud of smoke. It went up and swirled among the words of one vintage poster stapled to the slanted wall above her, that advertised ‘they’re HELL-ON-EARTH with LOVE-LUSTS and BLOOD-LUSTS that will SHOCK YOU OUT OF YOUR SEAT and mind!’ A floating face, half a pretty woman, half a hideous hag. She took another drag.

Shock wasn’t hungry, but there was a weird ache somewhere between her chest and her belly, a sinking feeling she knew well by now. She grit her teeth. She needed a distraction. Something to keep her hands busy. She remained still, arms spread on the bed, her thoughts becoming muddled and uncertain once more.

Her hands went up to her face and rubbed her eyelids, getting her fingers all stained with black makeup. Maybe I should get out of this house and get blackout drunk, she thought. Maybe I should get a dog. That would get her mind off things, caring for something else.

Because what else could she do? Call Namaari? Call Jim? Jesus, call Bailey? They were the last people she wanted to see right then. It was embarrassing, but what she wanted the most was having Barrel and Lock around, not to talk to them, just to hang out with them for a while. To know they were nearby. But God knew where they were.

She closed her eyes and smoked some more. While it tasted pretty decent, if it was meant to be relaxing, it was doing a shit job.

Despite the open windows, soon the room felt stifling. Shock was hit with the need to get out, be anywhere else. Where could she go? Maybe just take a walk. Go to the woods, get lost for a while. Then again, getting drunk kept sounding better and better by the minute, too.

She wondered when it would be when Bailey would take her on their next ‘adventure’. The idea cheered her up. She smiled to herself, remembering the first and only one they had so far. It would have to be soon, because Shock knew very well that he would start to get restless. He would want to keep going farther and farther, and she wouldn’t be able to keep up. The memories of the show they had been to were replaced by the memory of the previous moments, of the trip itself. All the places she had seen through the window, rushing past the van as it moved away from the edge of town. And only then she could actually recall every little gesture: the casual kisses, his hand on her leg as he drove, the way he had looked at her. The gentle closeness. Her, clinging to him. Everything that went past the self-imposed limit of friends. She had simply been too happy and excited to care. That was what bothered her, how it came so naturally. And all that for what?

'You know I'm always going to come back, right?', Bailey had asked. He had sounded honest. But Shock knew it was a dumb empty question.

Not that things would change too much if he left. Sure, it would be difficult to find someone in town who was as good at playing guitar, but at the end of the day, as used as Shock was to have him around, it wasn’t a big deal. Better for him, anyway. He would do what he loved, and he’d leave the monotony of quiet, sleepy little Redwood behind. He’d find success as a guitarist, surely. And in a decade or so, give or take, he’d find some nice someone with which to settle down and plan a life with. Get a house. Raise some kids. Become a music teacher or something. Same as it had happened to Jim, to James Hook, and to that bitch Louise.

Where would that leave her? Stuck in Redwood, doing the same things over and over and over again. That didn’t sound too bad, all things considered. Better the devil you know... One would have to assume Shock would get to grow old in the first place, though.

Because that was what life had become, and what life would keep on being. How long would it keep being fun? How long until she got bored with it? At least Oz still needed her around, at least she still had her brothers --but how long before they got tired of it all as well? How long before they left her, too?

The weird aching feeling became stronger, grew and spread until she felt it in the back of her throat, like a scream she couldn’t quite get out. Her breathing became more agitated. Shock opened her eyes wide, hot tears blurring her vision, and sat up on the bed. Her back bent and her head leaned forwards as her chest began to heave.

She felt sick. She felt as if she was dying, as if she was lost.

Shock shut her eyes tight, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to calm her breathing. There was a sudden tightness in her chest, a quickening of her pulse, her head pounding loudly and her heart racing wildly as if there was an invisible threat stalking her and hiding somewhere in the corners of her room. But she was alone. Thank God she was alone.

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Shock chuckled. She had to wonder who these mysterious, trusted group of specially skilled people were, and whether or not she already knew them personally. Shock knew a lot of folks in Redwood, so the chances were rather high.

Talking about interesting people, Misty seemed like there could be more to her than just a good music store, a smirk and a joint. Maybe there was actual talent, apart from potential for some real mischief. Misty had ideals, which could always get in the way; but hell, at least that meant she was motivated.

She chewed on her lip, considering her offer. "... Yeah, I'm free. I'll pass by the store at, uh... Eight, eight thirty, let's say," Shock said with a shrug and one more puff. So just like that she had actual, interesting plans for that night. She was pretty glad she took that smoking break. "See ya, Misty."

“I have a small trusted group of people who all have their own special skills and roles. And as for session the music shop has more equipment, but it’s attached to my house which makes it an easy commute. If you’re free tonight come over, I just got a new Stratocaster in stock and I’ve been thinking about playing it all day.” She says with a smirk.

“See you later Shock”

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Oz would be home, of course. Shock silently cursed herself for forgetting that. She should have just gone upstairs stealthily, instead of screaming bloody murder. Who knew what long-winded lecture he had for her now.

"Morning to you too, chief," she muttered as she walked into the office. "Prodigal Daughter. Now that's a good name for a band." Since they had to change the lineup, with that damn drummer that had left them, maybe they could do with a new name.

"Well," Shock said, as she took a deep breath. "Luckily for Nelly, I just got paid. And don't look at me, I didn't eat home last night. Or this morning." That being said, she yawned and stretched her arms, signaling to her adoptive father just how tired she was, and how much she was needing some rest. As she did this and raised her face, the left side was slightly revealed, displaying a fresh bruise on her cheekbone.

Oz heard his front door open, the sounds of rustling around the kitchen, and then Shock's voice call out. He sat back in his desk chair and sipped at his coffee. It had been a fine, quiet morning, until now.

As she passed his half open door, Oz called out from his desk.

"So the prodigal daughter returns once more," He said, "And is about to be paying for the maid this week if there are shoes on her feet tracking dirt all over my beautiful home. Or you can split it with whichever one of you has made the executive, but very much denied, decision to stop loading your dishes into the wash."

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HAPPIESTPLACEHQ TASK 11 - INTRO & CONNECTIONS

saaiqa “shock” borror ~ twenty-five ~ employee at carthay cinemas ~ she/her (cis woman, bisexual) [ bio / muse / headcanons / pinterest / spotify ]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Brash, brazen and fearless, Shock is the self-appointed leader of the local troublemaking team named the Unholy Trinity, comprised of her and her two brothers. She's turned peace-disturbing into an art, having years of experience being sneaky and crafty about never getting caught.

Raised in foster homes with only her brothers as a source of consistency, not even now, after more than a decade of living with Oz Borror, her adoptive father, has Shock allowed herself to rely on anyone but herself.

Shock balances her blunt, defiant personality with a gift for being extremely evasive. She can be the liveliest of friends, but you'll never catch her being vulnerable or honest about her feelings, no matter how much she likes you.

Having lived all her life in Redwood Hollow and knowing the town like the back of her hand does give Shock a sense of comfort regarding her place in the community, and it's been a while since she has had any real ambitions and fantasies about leaving or changing her situation at all. However, realizing she most likely can't play the rowdy teenager forever, she's faced with finally assessing what she actually wants for herself.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Bandmates: Currently, what Shock is looking for the most is a drummer for her rock band, since the last one left town rather recently; but really, anyone who plays an instrument or can carry a tune has a chance of joining her band if they so wish. Be prepared for her to be a bit dictatorial in her approach to band managing, though: a perfect recipe for clashing egos and butting heads.

Enemies: It has to be said, Shock loves a good fight. Whether verbal or physical, a one-time thing or an actual rivalry, kinda petty or deeply serious, she definitely has the attitude to pursue and start conflict over anything, and maybe your muse was on the receiving end of it --and is unwilling to tolerate her antics.

Partners In Crime: The closest thing she has to friends are those who are either fiery enough to be a match for her, or are willing to participate in her thrill-seeking schemes. While Shock wouldn’t stick out her neck for anyone, she would be willing to share some of her not-insignificant knowledge of proper vandalism and troublemaking for the sake of a fun outing.

PLOT IDEAS

Hellraisers: Among Shock’s many pasttimes, one of the most entertaining ones for her is goading some poor schmuck into following along in one of her twisted plans. Usually simply to have someone to take the blame in the (unlikely) case of capture; but also, just to see what happens and watch some well-intentioned, thrill-seeking newbie trip and fall on their face.

Child's Playmate: Shock has never been one to have lots of friends, but she certainly has had a couple allies and kindred spirits when she was younger, especially those with a taste for scandalizing and offending. However, maybe this childhood buddy (could be from a group home, could be from school) has changed tremendously since then, to the point of becoming someone else entirely: and still there might be some affection lingering, or at the very least some curiosity from either party, to know just how much things have actually changed.

Please, I'm A Star: Does your muse have an interest in film, either behind or in front of the camera? Shock has a little side hobby filming horror short movies, and what stops her from developing a good solid filmography is the lack of cast and crew available --so she would be extremely thankful for whoever is brave enough to subject themselves to her directing.

TAKEN CONNECTIONS

Friend with benefits: @baileylxghtfoot

Friends without benefits: @jxmhawkins, @namaari-sinaga​

Boss/father figure: @ozborror-highroller

WANTED CHARACTERS

Lock and Barrel! Let’s get the Unholy Trinity together, and have them bickering and competing against each other for the best sibling dynamic in town.

[shock-borror]

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Shock pouted, groaned, and threw her head back. "I mean, I can get you flat on your back in about five minutes, but I know you'll demand a rematch and then we would keep sparring all day." She took a deep breath. Time passed way too fast at the dojo.

She ignored her continued taunting. For someone who claimed didn't care about her love life, Namaari was insisting a little too much on talking about it.

At her friend's argument, Shock could do nothing except burst out cackling. "Oh, wonderful. Good to know your arsenal has you well prepared." Weapons or not, more often than not she didn't feel Namaari was exactly used to unwinding much. "Hey, that reminds me. The little cousin of a friend of a sister of an old classmate is covering as our drummer this Sunday. It'll be a small gig, a short playlist... You're coming this time, right?"

"Oh please," Namaari rolled her eyes. Glancing at the clock, she sighed, wishing it was later on in the day. "I only have ten minutes before I have to start setting up for the next class. So unless you make it quick, we may want to wait another day," she smirked. "But either way, you can stay for the set up process. Gives you plenty of time to tell me how not in love you are."

This time the eye roll felt ginormous. "Now why would I need someone else to do that when I have so many weapons in my arsenal? I get by just fine."