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・ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖. ⏤ 𝟎𝟓.𝟏𝟖.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.
zeppelin sat in front of the investigator , a look of guilt plastered across his face . the question of if he was guilty or not was up to debate , wasn't it ? no . . . of course not . he hadn't done anything wrong . he hadn't done anything wrong all those years ago and nothing had changed . . . or had it ? the male never being one to hide his emotions all too well when it really came down to it . the nerves were clear , not exactly the mask zeppelin wanted to wear on that specific day . then again , how was anyone supposed to stay level headed after that message ? everything seemed to happen back to back . one moment he was bending over backwards for a faceless person behind a keyboard or phone . and now here he was feeling as if he was bending over backwards for a ghost behind a screen . ⏤ feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders . he played with his fingers as he sat in that chair . eyes going from downcast to looking up before quickly falling back to his fingers . if people didn't know how anxiety ridden zeppelin was . . . they'd probably think there was something extremely off about him . . . then again , maybe there was ?
the silence that filled the room was finally met with the first question . ( 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ? ) it was an easy enough question . . . if zeppelin hadn't been living on a mountain of small and not so small lies since that godforsaken night . the age old question everyone was faced with when that mountain of lies became too large and tangled . . . when it had finally became a web of terror . this was his black widow moment . . . the moment he was taken out . the life and blood clearly sucked from his features as he started to question what he'd said all those years ago . for a mama's boy he really wasn't great at listening to her age old advice of telling the truth was always the best policy . ❛ home . . . ❜ a lie . . . he wasn't home . . . he'd never said he was home . eyes closed for a moment before a small breath escaped his lips and hazel eyes fell back on the investigator in front of him . ❛ sorry , i'm just a little . . . i was at an end of the year party . wanted to have fun with all my friends before everyone went their separate ways , like any teenager . ❜ feeling his heart pick up in pace . zeppelin wasn't the smartest person in the world but he knew that he was making a fool of himself . . . as seemingly , always .
that didn't stop the questions , onto the next . how someone could sit across from him and not feel the same dread and doom . simply doing their job , asking what needed to be asked and jotting down their notes . . . meanwhile zeppelin felt as if his world was crumbling around him . just as he'd felt all those years ago when he was questioned the first time . ( 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 ? ) a tricky one . . . zeppelin rolling through the scrolls in his own brain . . . what had he said ? what lie had he spat out ten years ago ? you'd think he'd have every lie memorized to a tee . . . but truthfully . . . zeppelin never thought he'd be here again . ❛ at the party , we . . . we were close but we really didn't hang around the same crowd . ❜ zeppelin lied through his teeth , they'd never been close . . . but in a desperate attempt to save his and his friends secrets . . . he let himself fly a little too close to the sun in order to do whatever idiotic thing he felt would help . lie after lie after lie after lie . . . ❛ really wish i would've seen him more but a party that big . . . you get a little lost in the crowd . ❜ zeppelin continued .
( 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 ? ) eyes focused back on the man in front of him , as if he'd finally kicked into gear . zeppelin seemed to calm in a sense . a less paranoid look on his face and a more . . . tired look took it's place . a moment of feeling completely out of his body , watching himself from below as he answered the questions . wanting nothing more than to disassociate with the entire thing . his brain working overtime to string together everything he was feeling and thinking to the point where the motor seemingly went out . what was real ? what was fake ? what was the truth ? what was a lie ? ❛ friends . . . best . ❜ was all he said , another lie as he was dismissed and stood up . the only words flashing in his head like an alarm was GUILTY . . . no . . . no , no , no . . . he wasn't guilty . . . he hadn't done anything wrong . . . of course not . he repeated once again as he gave a weak smile and nod to the man before turning around and leaving . feeling even less settled than he had ten years prior .
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⠀ ⠀ 𝑇𝐴𝑆𝐾 #𝟷 ﹕ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤 ,
noah enters the interrogation room and settles into the hard chair . the sterile environment , the investigator’s stare , the annoying buzz of the lights above — it all makes her uneasy . she feels as though they are about to dissect her , to take her apart piece by piece . but that’s the price you �� pay for being involved in a teenager’s disappearance , isn’t it ? a decade may have passed since that night , but the past has a way of catching up . no matter how much noah insists she had nothing to do with it ( the dare box , christopher wilder ) the truth is , it’s eating her away — this weight pressing down on her shoulders , this constant reminder that she can't outrun her past .
the investigator’s voice finally slices through the silence ( WHERE WERE YOU ON THE NIGHT OF CHRISTOPHER WILDER’S DISAPPEARANCE ? ) it’s a simple question , really . and noah’s always had a solid alibi : stella . the only issue ? noah’s memory of that night has a few blanks . not a full blackout — she remembers shots , trying to outdrink stella , laughing , dancing , beer pong , flip cup . but … at some point , everything gets a little fuzzy . was she with stella the whole night ? was drinking all she really did ? did she go to the lake to watch chris’ dare ? each missing detail feels like a potential downfall . another downfall . a threat to her career she can’t afford . so noah sticks to what she knows , scoffing defensively before answering , “ with stella . we were celebrating the end of the year , and naturally there was a party . so , yeah , lots of drinking , a little dancing , some drinking games ... honestly , it’s all a bit hazy . it happened a decade ago . we were teenagers . but i was with her … the whole time . ”
the investigator’s pen scratches across the notepad in silent judgment , the sound like nails on a chalkboard to noah , grating on her nerves . she feels hyper - aware — of herself , of the musty smell of the room , of the buzzing fluorescent lights , even of the investigator’s eyes on her ( WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW CHRISTOPHER ? ) and noah sighs , her mind rifling through fragmented recollections . “ fuck , i don’t know . earlier that day ? i dropped by to see kai , his brother — my ex , one of my best friends , and christopher answered the door . we didn’t really talk , though . i wasn’t there for him . after that , i went on to the party and i don’t think i saw him again . ”
the investigator leans forward , gaze sharp and unwavering , locked onto noah’s face ( WHAT WAS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH CHRISTOPHER ? ) and with a defiant tilt of her chin , she lets out a derisive snort . “ nonexistent , ” says , lips curling into a sardonic smile that does little to hide the disdain she held for christopher wilder . “ we weren’t friends . we didn’t talk . ran different circles , had different interests . you know those people you see around sometimes , maybe they’ll nod as you walk by , try to flash a smile , hoping for some kind of reaction ? but you don’t even register their presence ? that was christopher to me . he was just … forgettable . background noise . ” offers a dismissive shrug . “ sure , i knew of him . knew his family , sat across from him at a couple dinners . he was kai’s brother , and that’s the most interesting thing i can say about him . ”
flashes of defiance tempt the investigator to push further , but for now , the interview is over . with that , pen is set down , a strained ‘ thank you ’ escapes their lips , and a handshake later , she is free to go .
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・ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖. ⏤ 𝟎𝟓.𝟐𝟑.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.
being questioned by the police ten years later wasn't exactly on the agenda . then again , when had kai ever went by a schedule or agenda ? ( it wasn't exactly his style . ) that being said , this whole thing felt ridiculous . it all felt like a complete waste of time . what difference would it make to gather them all up like sheep and ask bullshit questions that would more than likely get them nowhere . of course , kai didn't know what the questioning entailed but he couldn't imagine it being anything but a waste . there being multiple reasons as to why kai wanted nothing to do with the police's sudden interest in a case that they'd been so seemingly lazy with . . . his thoughts on the police had only gotten worse the moment his family had to deal with them and his view on cops had never been great . classic teen rebellion caused the male to end up sitting in the back of cop cars time and time again but dealing with them in this setting . . . it was somehow worse . dealing with the half assed answers and obvious secrets they were trying to keep from his family . . . it was extremely frustrating . even if kai did know what happened to chris . . . or at least , he knew more than he was letting on . but it was all more reason to be pissed in kai's view . how could all thes dumbass kids keep such a huge secret and not one cop ever caught on ? it was meant to be their job . . . at the end of the day , everyone was a fucking idiot , it seemed . again , it could've just been kai's negative view of everything and anything . his complete lack of hope or genuineness in anyone . it made it practically impossible for him to stop and see anything without this shit stained lenses .
❛ i'll stand , ❜ kai answered when being offered the seat in front of the officer . it being clear as day that kai didn't want anything to do with the situation . he didn't want anything to do with the cops , with the interview . . . he didn't want anything to do with the disappearance of christopher wilder . something that the brother wanted complete wiped from his memory . . . from his life . the countless times he caught himself wishing that he'd never had a brother in the first place . that he'd never had a family at all . the cop simply nodded , eyes glancing down at his clipboard before asking the first question on his mini list of questions that had to be asked . ( 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ? ) unable ot help the way his eyes practically rolled behind his head . kai shook his head . feeling as though he was being proven correct . that this whole thing was a load of crap . nothing about it feeling sustainable . lips pressed together , the male choosing to play into his own sarcasm . a clear sign , a sign that he wanted the cop sitting in front of him to understand , he wasn't taking anything he was asking him or anything about the situation seriously . ❛ hmm , great question . it's not like you have a recording of each and every one of our interviews from ten years ago that you can go back and look at . ❜ crossing his arms over his chest , kai narrowed his eyes at the officer . ❛ are you gonna keep asking me questions you already have the answer to ? or are you actually gonna ask me something that might help you guys with this investigation ? just asking to prepare myself . ❜ letting the pause and silence fill the room , kai let out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff than anything else as the cop told him to just answer the question . the faster he answered , the faster he could get out of there . a true statement but this cop obviously didn't know kai practically lived off his own stubbornness and rage . ❛ right , so you're gonna waste my time , great . ❜ uncrossing his arms , kai finally took a seat . the unamused nature as he relaxed back into the chair just as clear as the sarcasm and disinterest kai was giving off . ❛ i don't know , officer . i'd go back and check what i said ten years ago but i'm pretty sure i was at a party with my friends but you already know that , don't you ? ❜
as if the cop was used to different people expressing their frustrations , he didn't react all that much . asking the next question , checking things off his list . ( 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 ? ) the annoyance was boiling and bubbling under the surface for kai . wanting to take out all his anger , guilt and hurt out on this random cop that he hardly even knew . on a man that was just trying to do his job . doing what he was probably told to do from whatever higher ups . not that that stopped kai from targeting the poor guy as enemy number one in that given moment . ❛ fine , i'll play along . ❜ sitting back even more in his seat . kai raised his legs up and crossed them as they relaxed against the table in between himself and the officer . ❛ the last time i saw mr. christopher wilder , another great question , johnny law . ❜ kai said , motioning a finger at the cop . the most he'd ever said chris' name in the span of years . ❛ pretty sure i saw him at home and you should probably jot this part down but we got into it before we both went off to dante's party . bet you can do a world of wonders with that information . ❜ he continued , pulling his feet off the desk as he leaned forward , arms pressed against the surface of the table . ❛ go ahead , take your time to get all that down . ❜
instead of entertaining kai , giving the male something the fuel off of . the cop moved onto the next question . again , probably experienced when it came to handling people that weren't exactly the easiest people to deal with . people that didn't want to corporate with them . something that was more than likely a lot more common than anything else . ( 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 ? ) that right there , that question was all kai needed to lose his mind . all he needed to clench onto and drag to the forefront . something about that question causing the male to completely lose any composure he had . . . which wasn't much of any . really , he couldn't even use his own sarcasm to hide the pure frustrations he felt . the genuine anger that was boiling beneath . ❛ you can't be fucking serious , ❜ another scoff as he stood back up . practically slamming the chair into the table as he pushed it in . if he wouldn't be arrested right then and there and didn't have at least the smallest sliver of self control , he would've punched his fist into the wall . ❛ you guys are a fucking joke . ❜ a look of complete disgust on the brunettes face as his eyebrows furrowed together . ❛ he was my fucking brother , does that answer your bullshit question ? are you done wasting all our time ? maybe go out there and try and figure out who's leaving damn evidence ten years later around , yeah ? stop with the useless questions and get out there . whatever happened to my brother isn't gonna get solved by asking this shit . figuring out how evidence is coming out of fucking nowhere might be a better place to set your sights . ❜ the cop stayed seated and silent , as if waiting for kai to stop ranting and raging . kai clearly didn't have an insight to what the cops where dealing with or doing . they could've been doing all they could but that didn't stop kai's negative view of them and own issues with everything going on . ❛ you guys are fucking useless ! there's something fucking going on in this town but you're all fucking deadbeats . sitting on your fucking thumbs while there's someone out there strategically placing evidence right in front of your fucking faces . ❜ perhaps the anger kai was expressing was more directed at himself . feeling as if the lack of control they all had over whatever was happening was almost unbearable . ❛ i'm fucking done . . . ❜
#・ ( 𝑘𝑎𝑖𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) ¸ task.#classcursehq#2014task#/ absolute garbage#i'm so sorry#ughhhhhh#take this bye
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・ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖. ⏤ 𝟎𝟓.𝟑𝟏.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.
maybe it was a sense of detachment ? or feeling desensitized by the whole situation ? then again , it could've been a bit of both ? luciana had grown up her entire life with everything around her crumbling down . her family was dysfunctional at best and traumatizing at worst . everyone pushing down or throwing a smile on their faces and acting like the whole world wasn't on fire was quite normal for the saphira's . so perhaps , there was something about all of this that wasn't processing for the girl . simply just more weight that was getting placed on her shoulders . ( more things for her to just grin and bear it about . ) that being said , as well as luciana was when it came to letting things roll of her shoulders when it was harder to deal with . . . it really was just a defense mechanism . luciana falling more on the spectrum of someone that was very sensitive to things . that would eventually let everything eat away at her . but she was also the type that would ignore and avoid , in her own way . sometimes without even realizing she was doing it . feeling as though she genuinely didn't feel anything about it . that she was desensitized to it . until , there was a day where she'd explode and everything would come out in a much uglier fashion . something that most didn't witness when experiencing the company of luciana who was sure to put off the most perfect and beautiful package she could muster up .
luciana smiled when she took a seat across from the police officer . a gentle greeting as she brushed at the fabric of her skirt , straightening herself out . she'd always been taught that you use your elegance and beauty in any given situation . something that the girl probably took to heart much more than was healthy for anyone . a sense of discredit and disrespect to herself but alas , she was who she was . not that it really mattered as the first question was shot out at her . the officer more than likely trying to get his job done as quickly as possible . with all the people he had to interview , it made sense . ( 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ? ) a slight hum as she began to think back to that night . it was funny actually , the way she'd blocked most of it out of her mind . it feeling like any other memory that happened from so long ago . any old memory that had no real weight to it . that didn't burn into her brain like it had for most . was that the actual case ? it could've been . . . or maybe . . . maybe she genuinely was this disconnected from the entire thing . mentally checked out of it . ❛ there was this end of the year party and i remember i had to go , it was a must . ❜ she began , as if she was at a sleepover and gossiping with the girls about a story that had happened . ❛ i thought the guy throwing it was cute . even though i'm pretty sure he had a girlfriend and i'd never go for a guy that's taken but it didn't hurt to go and get a glimpse . classic teenage girl stuff , you know what i mean ? ❜ she continued before her shoulders came up and down , softly . ❛ i ended up leaving early . my brother had to go to some party of his own and he was my ride . so i had to do with a couple hours before he came and got me and dropped me back off at home . i remember being so upset i had to leave early . ❜
the same composure luciana had before . sitting with her leg crossed over the other and her skirt perfectly placed like she'd been posed for a professional shoot . an evenness to her voice that was either calming or far too calming . but if her parents had brought her up for or to do anything . it was to be composed in any situation . to never let the saphira name look less than or weak . ( 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 ? ) it was odd thinking of someone that had been gone for so long . . . it was even odder that there was this new evidence being found . that a boy that all she wanted was to notice her all those years ago was now just a distant memory . someone that became a lot more than just another boy that never really saw luciana despite her trying . now he was this thing that kept everyone she'd known in high school linked . and yet , here she was unable to truly connect herself to the situation . it didn't matter that she was now part of all of this . that she knew about the dares and that she knew about the pact they all took a part of . it was like she had told herself the person then was a completely different person from who she was today . they weren't connected . like they were different entities altogether . ❛ the day before , at school . he let me borrow his pencil . ❜
( 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 ? ) there wasn't much to say about her relationship to chris . like stated before , chris didn't really notice her . she tried , she thought he was cute and sweet . . . like any boy that crossed her path , there was a part of her that daydreamed about how maybe this random boy was the one . that maybe that'd be the boy that'd finally sweep her up and save her or let her save them . . . luciana's romantic daydreams being full of delusion and far more issues than anything else . but that's all it was . nothing came of her little crush and she was enthralled with the next . ❛ sadly . . . we didn't really have one . he seemed sweet and he was always kind but we just knew each other in passing . ❜ with that , the interview was seemingly over .
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there was something about history that vivian loved . she loved that history kept people alive long after their deaths , and she loved the people who fondly shared their history even more . the history that the police called her into the station to share . . . now that was something she was not fond of . vivian loved history , but she forgot that no matter how fascinating the stories are , it will always be riddled with pain and suffering as well . vivian almost felt like a deposed queen as she walked down the halls of the police station and she couldn't help but wonder if the feeling she felt at the bottom of her stomach was anything like walking to the guillotine . vivian felt seventeen again once she sat down in that room , the prolonged silence eating away at the frays of her nerves with every second that passed .
thankfully , a detective entered the room moments before vivian faltered beneath the pressure of her memories . this was going to be difficult , picking at a wound that refused to heal , but she figured it was for the best . it was the very least she could do to help find chris after everything that happened . after everything she held in . once brief pleasantries were exchanged , the detective smiled , though it didn't quite reach the wrinkled edges of his eyes . it was the kind of smile that told her he just wanted to get to the bottom of things . he flipped open his notebook and looked at her , his impossibly large frame leaning on the table . " now that i have read you your rights . . . would you like to continue ? " vivian nodded , much to the pleasure of the detective who clicked on his pen . " miss costello , where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance ? " vivian slowly ingested the question , played with it word for word , before she could taste the answer on her tongue . she had heard this question before , and for a moment , she was back in 2014 , staring at the detective with the same somber look she had back then . " that night , i snuck out of my house when my parents were asleep to go to a party . i believe it was hosted by dante and elise . i wasn't supposed to be there . . . but chris was so convincing about all the fun i would have , that i decided i would just . . . go . it was around nine thirty when i arrived . i spent time the whole night hanging out with my friends . we played a few games , talked about school . . . you know , typical teenage stuff . "
her dark eyes focused on the detective as he wrote her answer on the notepad , the low hum of the air conditioner drowning out the soft pop of her fingers as she forcibly bent them from the subtle stress that ate away at her body . once he finished writing , the detective looked up at vivian , and opened his mouth to continue . " when was the last time you saw christopher ? " the question felt like a knife to her guilty consciousness and all vivian could do was take the pain in silence . when was the last time she saw chris ? really saw him ? she remembers the conversation they had before he left his house , she remembered the way his laughter brought life to the party , and she remembers the splashing of the water when he lunged into the lake , never to resurface again . what was appropriate to share when all she wanted to do was help ? vivian wasn't so sure about anything anymore . . . " a group of us gathered at the lake after the party . " she began , small hands squeezing together underneath the table as though to remind herself you're going to be okay . "i last saw chris there . he hung out with me around the bonfire for a little bit . he was telling the most ridiculous scary stories . . . but everyone ate them up . " at the time , vivian only laughed at the absurdity of his stories . . . unknowing of the fact that the scariest of them all would unfold not even an hour later . she shook her head at the memory , fondness painting a small smile that fought to make its appearance . how could she not smile at the way he tried to use the flickering flames as a means to dramatize every word he spun ? that was chris , so undeniably warm , so undeniably himself . " he eventually left to hang out with his other friends . . . so that was the last time i saw him . at the lake , near the bonfire . i didn't see much of him following that interaction but that was normal . chris was . . . really popular , after all . " except that wasn't the entire truth , now was it ? she remembered much more . . . much , much more , but that was a thread she couldn't pull at without a heavy price to pay .
vivian felt a knot as thick as rope form around her throat as she thought about chris , and no matter how much she swallowed the little saliva she could produce , it was nowhere near enough to make the feelings go away . the detective slowly nodded as he slowly tapped his fingers on the metal of the table and all vivian could focus on the deafening tap tap tap that reverberated in her ears . " miss costello , what was your relationship to christopher ? " out of all the questions , this one had to be the easiest , but it was its simplicity that made it so hard . " he was my next door neighbor . we lived next to each other basically . . . our whole lives . " vivian let out a shaky breath as her eyes began to pool with tears , fists impossibly white , trembling . " more than that , he was like my brother . . . one of my closest friends . " vivian looked at the detective as a tear trickled down her cheek , embarrassment sweeping through her features once she realized she was crying . " i'm sorry . . . " for the tears , for the dishonesty , for everything . was she apologizing to the detective , to chris , or to herself ? the lines blurred as she swiped at her face . " is there anything else i can do to help ? " vivian offered with a small twinge of hope , and all the man could do was shake his head in a quick no before snapping his notebook shut , indicating the interview was over . vivian knew , however, that this whole ordeal was nowhere near over and there was nothing she could realistically do to help . " thank you for your time , miss costello . for what its worth , every bit of information helps us bring peace and justice to christopher and his family . " vivian could only nod as the man stood up to escort her out the room . before the door clicked behind her , she heard a quick , " have a good rest of your day . "
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As she settles into the seat, Cat is smiling, exchanging pleasantries with the officer. She isn't nervous, this is nothing new, and as her entire life as proof, confidence is key. The new evidence is nothing more than an annoyance, hindering her ability to leave this God forsaken town once again.
"Where were you on the night of Christopher Wilder's disappearance?" "I was at the end of the year party," she answers honestly, though she pretends to give a moment of thought, as if she is pulling from a hazy memory now, rather than sprinkling fibs into her alibi. "It was sort of a last second decision to show up. I couldn't stay late, I had volunteer work in the morning and my parents hated when I got home after even eight o'clock... but all of my friends were going, so I went for an hour or two before heading home." A nod. "When was the last time you saw Christopher?" "The last time I saw Christopher," she repeats, her lips pursed, recalling what she had told everyone that asked years ago. "I believe it was a day or two before. I don't remember speaking to him at the party. It must have been at school." It was partially true. She hadn't spoken to him at the party. But she had seen him. "What was your relationship with Christopher?" She pulls out her best sympathetic smile now. "I didn't know him very well, we only really talked in passing. I've always been closer to his brother. Kai is a dear friend of mine." Cat pauses, shakes her head. "I really hope we can finally find the truth, for his sake." A blatant lie this time, but he seems to believe it, matching her smile as he pushes his chair out and offers his hand to shake. "Thank you, Catalina. You're free to go. We'll be in touch if we have any more questions." "No, thank you," she takes his hand in hers, "I only wish I could be more help."
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"Where were you on the night of Christopher Wilder's disappearance?"
He supposes he shouldn't be surprised to find himself here after all this time, but Hollis had — wrongfully — assumed all that was going to come to light, had. Or maybe that was just hope. Hope had never gotten him very far. The man's eyes bore into Hollis as the silence drags on, and he tries not to come off as too nervous as he responds. "I was with my brother." Not a lie, he recalls the story he told back when it happened, what he had told his brother to say. It wasn't a lie. He was not a good liar. There were just... truths withheld. "We were at the party," he continues, "I mean, I think pretty much everyone was. It was supposed to be a fun night." Until everything had went south. "When was the last time you saw Christopher?" Hollis clears his throat, shifts in his seat, then questions if the movement makes him look like he's hiding something. He is hiding something, isn't he? "That night, sir. The night he... went missing. I didn't talk to him much, I just said hey." His eyes fall to his hands, clasped in his lap. Does avoiding eye contact make him look guilty? Shit. "I regret that now." Among other things. Something is written down, a pause that seems to drag on too long before the next question is spoken. "What was your relationship with Christopher?" "Uh, we... we were friends. Not... super close, you know, but more than acquaintances, I'd like to think. We worked on the school paper together. He was a pretty solid guy." He forces his eyes up, completely honest as he softly states, "I miss him." Preparing himself for the next question, but it doesn't come. The man dismisses him, lets him know he'll be contacted if there's anything else, and then he's walking away, a sad guilt noticeable in his expression to anyone that looks hard enough. Just like he walked away from the scene of the crime.
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𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 . . . 𝟐𝐩𝐦
vincent atwood knew that this was very, very bad. notable for his involvement in things he shouldn't have been, especially in his youth, being called by name to the police station was never a good sign. this was one of the few instances vincent knew that his multi-figured bank account and status in the business world would buy him nothing but a one way ticket to being accused of trying to hide something. the skeletons in his closet were well hidden, buried behind stacks of contracts vincent had never read through, manuscripts for business guides he'd never publish, and dust-infested smoking paraphernalia and empty liquor bottles. some skeletons had even been broken into pieces, their bones scattered around; femurs tucked into outgrown dress shoes, finger bones hidden in suit jackets in need of lint rolling. vincent was well-versed in the art of keeping secrets where they were meant to be; hidden & locked away . . . but as he walked into the police station, the draft making the hair on the back of his neck stood up, he had to force down the temptation to cough up the keys he had long since swallowed. anything to keep the truth hidden. anything to keep his involvement, or lack there of, unknown.
shaking the hand of the officer he greeted by name, a firm and masculine greeting, vincent adjusted the grey material of his suit jacket as leather shoes collided with linoleum, steps weighted and heavy, trying to sooth his quick-beating heart and forcing a veil of confidence to grace his features. never let them see you sweat. he went through the mental work of guiding himself into a state of deadly calm, the same way he would right before gliding out onto the ice in his teen years, the same way he would before walking into a business meeting with the full intention of robbing his competitors blind. sitting in the chair that awaited him, vincent adjusted his jacket once more, twisting the rings on his fingers — one being his st. mary's class ring — and then, finally, checking the diamond-encrusted face of his watch. it ticked slowly, time moving steadily by, the glass face gleamed in the fluorescent light of the office he was in as if winking at him. or was it mocking him ??
❛ mr. atwood, thank you for coming in today and for getting that meeting you had rescheduled. given our recent findings regarding christopher wilder, we just want to ask you some questions. ❜ the man's voice was almost friendly, almost apologetic, as if he felt badly about having to WASTE vincent's time. he smiled, nodding his head, silently communicating that it was no big deal, not a problem at all. . .
only that had been no meeting. vincent had just been trying to stall. give himself time — get his story straight.
❛ now, where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance ?? ❜ came the first question, the man's once approachable demeanor dropping, the question having likely been asked to half of the class of 2014 this already. how many of his classmates had been truthful ?? vincent remained unmoving in his chair, linking his fingers, resting them on the desk he sat across . . . mirroring the man in power's position, showcasing that vince was not beneath him — but beside him — in authority. even if it wasn't true. dress for the job you want not the job you have.
❛ the end of the year party, ❜ vincent replied in earnest, tone straight and to the point. the man interviewing him raised his eyebrows, as if silently asking him to elaborate, but vincent just offered a smile; ❛ how many times have you heard that response, officer ?? we were all there, the whole class. anyone who says they weren't is lying to you. ❜
clearing his throat, seeming to not wish to agree or disagree, the officer sat back in his chair and took down a few notes before clearing his throat. next question, the sound announced, and vincent raised his brows in a silent anticipation.
❛ when was the last time you saw christopher ?? ❜
❛ at the party, ❜ vince replied, not moving his eyes away, holding contact with the interviewer's despite the bead of sweat that ran down to the back of his neck. vincent was . . . quite occupied at that party; his hands full with christopher's girlfriend whilst his mind was buzzing from white powder and teenage hormones. not to mention the fact his veins had been pulsing with a such a high alcohol content it was a wonder vincent remembered anything from that night at all. shrugging his shoulders, vincent continued; ❛ we spoke for like . . . two minutes, tops. chris and i, we weren't necessarily close friends so . . . he kept to his circle, i kept to mine. a young teenager has far more important things to focus on at a party than their buds, wouldn't you agree ?? ❜
the man said nothing, the only noise filling the space between them the distant conversations happening outside the sealed office door, the scribbling of the officer's pen on paper, and the hands of vincent's watch ticking at a snail's pace on his now twitchy wrist.
❛ what was your relationship to christopher ?? ❜ came the next question, no commentary provided on his answer to the last. vincent clicked his tongue, shifting his weight back in his chair, eyes moving to the window on the far side as he cocked his head to the side to relieve an ache in the joints of his neck — a few pops eliciting from the movement. ❛ like i told you, ❜ vincent started, boredom setting in his tone and features despite the racing of his heart. ❛ — we were just acquaintances. friends by association, i guess. i knew his brother, kai, we played hockey together. chris would loom around us but, i wouldn't necessarily say that was because he and i were friends.❜ especially not if chris had caught wind that vincent was having a little too much fun with his girlfriend, helena, or that vincent liked to target chris with some of his more adventerous dares just to put his brother , kai , on the spot. that vince would shit talk the younger wilder as both foreplay and a conversation starter just because he COULD. ❛ i knew him but. . . i really didn't, you know ?? are there any other questions, or, are we finished here ?? ❜
vince needed to get out, he needed to get some fresh air ( and a fresh bump ) in his system before he combusted. the man nodded his head, and vincent rose from his seat, extending his hand out for a firm and final handshake; sealing the deal, concluding the conversation. turning on his heel, vincent moved to walk out of the room, stopping once his fingers met the cool metal of the handle. gazing over his shoulder, vincent offered a small smile; ❛ he was a good kid, i hope you guys find out what happened to him. ❜
but he didn't.
not really.
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what: police interview date: 25th may 2024
where were you on the night of christopher wilder’s disappearance ?
michael took his police interview very seriously . he had never considered he might be incriminated but even so , he was ready to share what he could about the night in question . he didn't have any catholic guilt over the event , there was nothing that could be done to have changed it . " i was at the party that dante and elise hosted . they were a powerhouse and back then , it was the place that you had to be . if i think about it now , i wish i had chosen more wisely and i might not be here telling you as much as i am today . "
when was the last time you saw christopher ?
he didn't remember . that was the truth . or maybe he did remember , a flash of someone disappearing into the depths of the lake . it was so blurry now . often michael struggled to tell fact from fiction when it came to his narration of the past , the amount of substances he had pumped into his body making everything feel quite the same . his brown eyes orb with warmth , nothing about him seeming off when he shares , " if i'm honest . really, honest , i don't know . i know that he was at that first party and that we went down to devils lake … i know that we were all playing games and drinking but i can't remember when i last saw him , " he's sharing enough to seem credible , the time they spent at the lake really what had been focused on in terms of where chris had ended up . realistically , michael knew that they had enough information to look for him all these years . he was long gone … floated out to sea . didn't they say that some people were never found ? " back then it's no secret that i had my own problems with drinking … drugs … whatever i could get my hands on . it breaks my heart that we could have changed what happened to chris but i was too busy getting high , " it didn't really . maybe he wished he could have been a hero in hindsight , maybe it even seemed like it would have been easier if he had stopped chris but he didn't mull over it … didn't sit with it and blame himself . he had been too busy in his own little world which revolved around only one person : him . now , him and god .
what was your relationship with christopher ?
" chris was a team mate , just somebody that i knew but to other people i was close to , he was the whole world . he had a lot of really important relationships … " but one of them wasn't michael . it could have been . he and chris had been in the same circles , been at the same events and michael had even spent some time getting to know him but it had never struck his interest . he was just too bland for michael's tastes … not enough of a trouble maker . he's sitting there and seems to drift off into his own train of thoughts , wondering something or another about the past when he snaps back into it . " i really hope you find out what happened to him . his family deserve peace . his brother , kai , he's never quite been the same , " as if michael could talk about people changing considering his 180.
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police interview: isadora morgan.
isa hadn't been waiting long by the time the police chief popped his head into the room with a smile and an offered coffee in his hands.
of course she'd received special treatment for her interrogation. after all, what else was being the mayor's daughter (and inevitable replacement) good for? it wasn't much, but she'd take the plush seating and casual atmosphere that being questioned in the chief's office provided. there were apologies for dredging up the past, murmured acknowledgments of her busy schedule and graciousness for showing up, and then they were off.
"of course. i'm always happy to assist, though i'm not sure that i'll have much to contribute," she prefaced, but she'd gotten her story straight long ago.
where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance?
"like most of my classmates, i'd gone to an end of the year get together. though you'll have to excuse me for not being able to recall many details of the night - so much has happened in the past ten years," isa confessed, a perfectly executed frown accompanying her words.
of course, she'd begun to reframe the night the second it started to go south. she'd turned a high school rager into a more intimate gathering, a night of drunken shenanigans and terrible mistakes into one last hurrah (at which she would've never thought of doing anything unlawful). given that it was co-hosted by her best friend, how could she not have made an appearance?
when was the last time you saw christopher?
"that night," she answered after a moment of contemplation. obviously she couldn't have seen him after, but she wasn't about to pretend like she hadn't noticed him there. it hadn't been a big enough party for her not to have clocked him.
"i wish i could give a time, but it was probably on the earlier side? i don't think i was there too late. after all, my father had a curfew for me when i was in high school," she continued.
everything was relative (time in particular). she wasn't lying.
what was your relationship with christopher?
and with that, isa knew their time was wrapping up. after all, the police were very well aware of her history with christopher wilder. namely, that she had none.
it was the easiest question she'd been asked thus far, without a doubt.
"acquaintances? friendly but not friends? we mostly knew each other through our parents and sharing some classes, but we weren't close," she answered, sure she was hitting upon essentially the same phrasing she'd used back when she was eighteen years old.
and then... the man's pen was down, a thank you spilling from his lips, a handshake on offer. and she was free to go.
"i do hope that you're able to get the wilder family the answers they so rightly deserve. i know my father is distraught that this case has gone on for so long, but i'm sure he's thrilled to know that you're making progress," she made sure to say with a polite smile on the way out. "please do keep us updated."
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police interview.
where were you on the night of christopher wilder’s disappearance ?
a big part of her wanted to tell the truth , let the words spill out that she was right there , a few steps away as he plunged into the waters that would swallow him whole . she had never seen somebody drown … well , maybe when she was a temporary lifeguard at the pool and a little kid had jumped in with no flotation devices . but when that had happened , there had been flapping , arms moving as water splashed and screaming … it attracted attention . she had always thought that drowning must be something that caused a commotion but chris … he had gone under the water as if he belonged there . when the depths of devils lake had swallowed him , there were no sounds , no screaming … no arms grabbing into air or water . he was just gone . " i went to the party with my boyfriend , kai wilder . chris was there too but he didn't ride with us . everybody was at that party , " she didn't like thinking about it , something unpleasant and bitter about nostalgia . all the good memories for her were tainted by the bad , the horrible … the ugly . she twists the pen in her hands that had been lame on the table atop a piece of empty paper . " then some of us went down to the lake and chris came too … we were drinking and doing normal teenage stuff … " including a game of dares that they had stupidly never mentioned .
when was the last time you saw christopher ?
she knew if she just told the truth she could put an end to this search , that if she just explained the horrible accident that had taken place then she could be free of the deep discomfort she felt over the hope of others . she was angry , bitter , stubborn , hopeless but she wasn't a cruel person … it made her feel sick to the bottom of her stomach any time someone suggested he was alive when she knew he was deader than dead , somewhere at the bottom of a body of water . the image of how she pictured him had been haunting her since the night of the alumni evening … imagining him all pale and bloated , expressionless and gone . " he was at the lake with us . he was talking to people , laughing and joking … there was a lot going on , i don't know who he was talking to last … " all of that true because she hadn't been paying attention then but she definitely had when he stood at the edge of the lake , that signature smile on his lips .
what was your relationship with christopher ?
" he was my boyfriends brother , " she's able to say that one fast , the relationship something she had been accustomed to … the degree of separation provided by it , erasure . but then she swallows , " but he was also my friend . a really fucking good one . a really amazing kid , " she pauses , " he should still be here right now . "
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the following characters have been called for their police interview :
isadora ( @isamorgan )
hollis ( @holgibbs )
felix ( @surglace )
dante ( @devilondante )
zahra ( @zahra-burch )
parker ( @parkcrdavis )
cherry ( @cherrycursed )
kai ( @kaiwildcr )
please answer the below questions and tag with 2014task !
where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance?
when was the last time you saw christopher?
what was your relationship with christopher?
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𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 . . . 𝟓𝐩𝐦
sanem slipped into the police station, adorning her usual black ensemble, slender limbs wrapped in a black fabric she smoothed over with manicured fingers as she approached the officer she was instructed to meet. a ring sparkled on her pointer finger, her late mothers, having been cleansed and polished of the scarlet that had stained it the night her heart had been pierced by quick moving metal. . . ❛ sanem kemal, ❜ she greeted, handing over the summons along with her identification. . . and the older officer gave her an almost pained smile — sympathy glittering in his eyes though remaining unspoken on his lips. he lead her to the back, where her interview was to be held, and though sanem sat with the impression she had nothing to hide . . . that supposed innocene was only in regards to the matter involving chris wilder. the last time sanem had been here, she had been interrogated on the invasion of her home and the massacre of her family. her lips twitched at the memory, one she ( unknown to others ) she doted on far more fondly than she should.
❛ sanem kemal, ❜ the interviewer greeted, adjusting a stack of papers in front of him, eyes remaining downturned. ❛ have you been well ?? ❜ it was a question of formality, not of genuine interest. sanem's glossed lips rose, teeth coming into view as she smiled ; practice, rehearsed, well-polished. ❛ as well as one can be, given the circumstances. ❜
the questioning began not long after that, and sanem sat back in her chair, spine resting comfortably against the worn fabric as she crossed her heel-encased feet at the ankles.
❛ miss kemal, where were you the night of christopher wilde's disappearance ?? ❜ came the first question, the officer's voice emotionless and firm, leaving no room for fine print or unspoken knowns between his syllables. sanem nodded her head, thinking on it, humming to herself as she drummed her fingers on her knees. ❛ i was with my brother, ❜ sanem answered, keeping her voice airy and light. she knew confessing she was at the party christopher vanished at was not going to shield her innocence . . . and it was not a lie that sanem would likely be able to keep up with ( a private, secret hope that people had noticed she was there, more so ) but she told it anyways. with her brother being dead, what could they do to verify her alibi ?? a dead man can tell no lies, after all. . . ❛ we had dinner at home, with my parents, and spent the night celebrating my upcoming graduation as a family. we were very close. ❜
no mention of the dares, she decided. with the rush of the one she had received at the alumni event still making her bones buzz, sanem didn't want to risk exposing that they had made a return in fear that they would vanish for good. the officer looked up at her, and she swore she spotted gleam of doubt in his eyes. ❛ when was the last time you saw christopher ?? ❜ he tacked on, offering no comment or sentiment in response to her first answer. feeling a shift in the room's air, sanem swallowed, lashes fluttering as she looked down at her hands, twisting the ring on her finger. ❛ at school, ❜ she lied again, the memory of christopher's body sinking beneath the water of the town lake enough to make her spine tingle. the sound of the lake's water as it rose around his body before crashing back down, the ripple that disturbed the surface after. ❛ we had a class together but, i didn't see him after that. ❜
❛ — and, what was your relationship with christopher ?? ❜ he questioned, and the hairs on sanem's neck stood up. her relationship with christopher . . . well, they didn't have much of a relationship at all. sanem kept to her own, to herself, not necessarily by choice but . . . that's just how it was being tucked into the shadow's of her elder brother's success. sanem kemal was nothing more than a pretty face, the beautiful daughter of a successful man, the soft-spoken sister of a passionate and extroverted brother. her relationship with christopher wilder was nothing more than classmates, just as she had been nothing more than another spot to fill the well-rounded kemal family portrait. ❛ he was just a classmate, ❜ sanem breathed, suddenly feeling like the air in the space had gone scarce, feeling the color as it drained from her cheeks. the only truth she had confessed this entire time the hardest answer to give of them of all. . . admitting that she once more, was nothing. she had been nothing. she was useless. useless useless USELESS.
❛ do you have any other questions ?? ❜ sanem pressed suddenly, anxiety swelling in her chest, feeling the clamminess of her palms as she rubbed them together. the officer cleared his throat, shaking his head. standing quickly, so much so the legs of the chair squeaked as they skidded across the floor, sanem nodded her head at him and turned to leave. ❛ thank you for your time miss — ❜ he started, but sanem kemal had already slung her purse over her shoulder and was halfway out the door before he had even finished saying her name.
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the following characters have been called for their police interview :
vivian ( @scottst )
heather ( @hcarmichael )
luciana ( @lucisaphira )
dion ( @dionnova )
noah ( @reinedense )
elise ( @elisewilscn )
malcolm ( @malcolmiswright )
mary ( @abstractguilt )
mira ( @simply-mira )
please answer the below questions and tag with 2014task !
where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance?
when was the last time you saw christopher?
what was your relationship with christopher?
#2014admin#next event post will be up on wednesday once all of the police interviews are complete ! <3
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