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BRIANNE HOWEY on INSTAGRAM

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"Well then I wish you all the luck on figuring out the best excuse when it comes time. My dad is pretty intimidating when he wants to be. Makes grown men trip over their words." There was a reason Maxwell Rainier was on the town council. The man knew how to get his point across with just a simple look at times. For the remainder of the walk MJ just tried to calm herself completely down. At least a bit of tonight didn't need to be lied about.

As Brett appeared on the other side of the door, MJ gave him a strained smile and a small wave. Ready to start explaining herself before Cam cut in and did the talking. "Thanks," She murmured softly, glancing down at the dress before watching the exchanged between both boys. "For the record he thinks I'm having a sleepover here anyway so--- you only need to leave out the whole club thing if it comes to it. Brooke just, lost it on me out of nowhere so I decided to leave early."

She feels bad for Brett half the time. Brooke steps all over him and there's been way too many times he's had to cover for them sneaking somewhere. At least now he wouldn't have to lie if her dad asked him anything. She was here alright. And spent the night. Turning towards Cam before he left she offered him a smile. "Thanks again Cam, be careful going back." I hope I see you again. She held that last line in, not wanting to spoil anything that had transpired tonight with a cheesy line like that. Hesitating briefly before stepping closer, MJ reached out, wrapping arms around Cameron in a hug. It didn't last long, didn't want a bunch of questions from Brett but she wanted to show her appreciation.

She slipped into the Sutton's home after she let go, making for Brooke's room at first but then changing her mind and heading for the guest room. The house was second nature to her. Knew it just as well as her own. Only thing she didn't know were which steps creaked the loudest or which vent trailed to their parents room. She didn't need to be as sneaky here.

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He guesses he got lucky being accepted into this place. But Gage didn't really believe in luck anymore. Hell there wasn't much left he did believe in other than his anger. He'd lost everything in the first wave. Mom, dad, his two brothers, his girlfriend. All gone. And with them went most of who he was. A good kid with a good heart but not anymore. Anger consumed him, so did the survivors guilt. That ate away at his very core. Resorted to throwing punches at the slightest inconvenience to him. He should have been kicked out of here forever ago for all the shit he caused yet they still let him stay. What did he have to lose? Everything that mattered to him was gone. Which is why he's here right now offering himself up to go instead of Lee.

"I ain't worrying about you. That's Tess's job. She's the one who thinks the sun shines out of your ass for whatever reason." Something Gage would never understand. How a sweet woman like her could like this guy but to each their own. Maybe it was because he was nice to her kid. "And with Kent out YOU shouldn't be the one going anywhere. Don't care how much experience you think you have. None of us still really know what we're dealing with out there." Gage pushed up out of the chair he was sitting in. "Let me go, cause if something happens to me then oopsie, too bad so sad." Making a fake crying gesture with his hand before rolling his eyes. "Something happens to you though then we have no one to fall back on that's reliable."

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Twister (1996) + CRT TV

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Alice expected that. How could she not? She knows how it feels to lose a parent. To lose a loved one too violently. She hasn't been right since. But Landon's presence back in her life is easing some of that. She had a long way to go still herself. The blonde cast a glance over her shoulder as he did, noting all those people come to pay respects. Wondering how many of them actually knew Florence and how many were just there to appease the god's so that the Wynter's wouldn't be angry with them.

It pains her physically to see him like this. Trying to be the pillar of strength when he had every right to be completely broken over all of this. He shouldn't have to bare the weight alone. See's the clench of his fist and wants to reach out but waits. "Your name isn't a curse, Landon. It never was. All a lie to get people to hate you when you've done nothing wrong." The Wynter name because a curse because of her... because of Francis O'Brien's word against her and Tiberius. Regardless, his mother did not deserve any pain she went through being married into the name. The best thing to come out of all of it was him.

His hand in hers grounds them both more than he'll ever know. The fact that he is alive and well, that he knows who he truly is still is mind boggling to the witch. To think she almost never knew he had returned. Reaching out herself to lay her hand along his cheek. "You'll never need to weather anything alone again. I don't care what any of them say. They don't matter to me. You do." If her magic could heal his broken heart it would be done without hesitation so long as he wanted it. "I'm by your side always. I was never going to let you see this day out on your own." Leaning up she placed a soft kiss along his cheek, a tender smile to brace them both for what was to come. "Service is about to start. We should---we should head out there."

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Her own brows come together in thought as he speaks. Part of her is glad she isn't the only one who thinks this is all weird. "Yeah that is weird considering she keeps her life in that bag 99% of the time. She wouldn't just leave it." MJ pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying on it a bit before speaking again. "She went to get drinks... do you think she might have gotten slipped something? I mean... that's all my dad ever talks about now that that place got built. Maybe that's why she's acting all funny." A shrug of her shoulders says she isn't quite convinced but it's a possibility.

Hearing Cameron talk about Billie has her smiling. Not catching on to the subtleness of his words that spoke more than what he was trying to convey. In her eyes he's just complimenting a good friend, and she finds it endearing. A girl that got her hands dirty. MJ could never and yet she oddly wishes she could. "Is her last name Evans? I think that's the name of that auto shop in town right? Dad had to take his truck there once" Billie's dad owned and ran the place, which is how she got started learning everything from a young age.

"I can guarantee you Cameron that if you showed up on my porch, my father would have an absolute fit wondering how you know me." She laughs a bit but doesn't hide the truth of that statement. Unsanctioned friends were usually her father's tipping point. He had to approve. But it's nice to hear she has someone in her corner now other than Brooke. Cause if what the brunette spewed at her was her true feelings then.. well then this was going to be a difficult time for MJ. "Thank you again. For all of this. You didn't have to. I feel like I ruined everyone's night tonight."

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"I mean I suppose you have a point. There's been a lot of trash movies lately." Greer had to agree with her on that but a lot of this stuff goes over her head. She's an ex ballerina sidelined to teaching it now due to one bad fall a few years back. What does she know about special effects? But Steph's her friend so she's always gonna listen. She let out a short laugh. "Please. Some of those stars enroll their kids in my dance classes. Ain't nothing genuine about half of them."

Perk of having stupidly rich parents who kept trying to get back in her good graces. They gave her whatever she wanted. Which included getting the studio up and running and marketed out to higher end clientele. "They do CGI for gore now?" Greer raised an eyebrow. She supposed it wasn't too far fetched. Everything in Hollywood these days was fake. The people, the food, the entertainment. "How the hell does that even work? Like-- I wouldn't be able to fake having blood on me."

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"I didn't know this was what she wanted to do until she got me out of the house." Marley can tell he's trying to ease the blow this whole night hit her with. "I'm glad I got to meet you and Kyle. She's mentioned you guys before too." Offering Cameron the same smile because he was right. Despite this weird turn of events she had had a bit of fun. Dancing with someone, making a new friend out of Kyle. Wiping at her face one more time before she reached for Cam's outstretched hand. Keeping her things close as they made their way out of the packed club. Walking in these heels was going to be a nightmare but it at least was going to provide another source of distraction.

The cool air outside instantly starts to relieve that choking feeling she felt moments before. Cooling off her overheated skin from the fight and from being surrounded by so many people. As they walk, MJ keeps Cameron's hand in hers again. It just felt natural to hold onto him like this. Safe. He'd said keep her safe and she believes him. "This is just all very overwhelming for me. The most people I'm ever around is whoever ends up being at the grocery store." Even then she doesn't get to go there often either. "Sorry for crying. I shouldn't have let her get to me like that. It just doesn't make sense. She wanted me to come here with her. So why the hell is she so mad I was doing what you're supposed to do at a club?"

She sighed, trying to shake off this feeling of being unwanted by her best friend. Feeling like a burden. "Tell me more about you guys though. And your other friend, Billie was it? Wish I could have met her tonight too." Anything to keep her mind from spiraling down into more despair. "Brooke's all I've ever really had. Even when dad let me enroll in high school I was too nervous to branch out and make other friends. Too nervous he'd change his mind and pull me from the school."

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Funerals were for the living. Alice has known that all her long years. To help the ones left behind have their goodbyes. To let some people who haven't seen the deceased in years come out of the woodwork to offer some sort of condolence. In Cypress Falls it's more than that. People may have their thoughts on the Wynter's but it seemed Florence was well liked. Many people were congregating outside the funeral home that morning.

News spread very quickly of the matriarch's sudden passing. Part of it was on purpose, the other was just how the gossip in this town traveled. Days have gone by. Enough time to make sure plans were made, and that her cause of death was known. Narcissus was healed as well, only some missing feathers to show for his encounter with Father Malone.

This was also the first time Alice was going to be seen by Landon's side in public since Emma had been taken away. Making it official in more ways than one that the man had moved on to someone else. Daunting to say the least but she could handle things. The witch was simply focused on paying attention to Landon. Holding his hand and being there for him in this awful time. The weight of it all was still heavy. A terrible turn of events that never should have happened in the first place.

A vision in black, Alice leaned against the open door way to the family waiting room in the funeral home. "Are you alright, darling?" A silly question to ask, she knows. But she has to ask. See if there's anything she can offer before the service for his mother starts. This whole event makes everything that much more real. The means to an end that neither of them wanted. She should still be here and it's unfair. Arthur was another problem but he was going to be delt with after this was all said and done.

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Cause some days I think I'm dying, But I'm really only trying to get through

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MADELAINE PETSCH I guess I’m kinda blonde now??m

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tag drop: dixie cain- 26, she/her, bisexual, struggling actress.

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tag drop: christian bradford. 27, he/him.

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That feeling was there again. The hair standing up on the back of her neck as MJ tried to gather her things. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand come down on her shoulder. Half thinking it was going to be Brooke come to chew her out but settled a bit when she saw Cam there instead. God this was all a mess. She never should have come out here tonight. She should have just gone to the damn movies. Quickly MJ is swiping at her face, feeling the dampness there and now knowing she'd been crying.

No, she's not okay. She just yelled at her best friend. Someone she's known the longest and who was supposed to understand her but for some reason now held animosity towards her. She can only nod her head at first. Her father would be furious if he found all this out. "I just want to go home. I shouldn't have even come out here." It's the first time Marley's ever actually wanted to just go home. Be stuck inside that houses walls. At least then she could hide away form all of this. She doesn't want to be around Brooke right now if she comes crawling home at God only knew what time. But if she went back to Brooke's then at least she can head home in the morning on her own and her dad not be any wiser. Give her a chance to change, wash off the make up, make it so she didn't smell like booze.

"No, someone should stay with her, I'm--fucking pissed but she shouldn't be alone even if she's acting this way." Through the tears MJ manages to crack a small smile. "You aren't weird. I'm the weird one. Always have been, always will be." The Sheltered Princess of Cypress Falls. MJ wiped at her face again, mascara coming away with the tears this time. Stupid to be this upset but she can't help it. "Yeah, yeah you can take me. Thank you." Wrapping arms around her middle to hold her things close as a wave of embarrassment washes over her. Eyes scan the crowd one more time, wondering where that feeling had come from before Cameron showed up. When that man was staring at her like she was the only person on this planet.

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Nathalie Emmanuel

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Thought became difficult with her name on Patrick's breath like that. A weird sense of pride in her that she can reduce him down to this, which is not a bad thing in the slightest. A soft cry out as his teeth marked her skin, spiking a wave of pleasure through her veins, body shuddering against him as he crushed her closer. He was not her first but he would be her last. Her only from now on, and how lucky she was to have someone who loved her to her bones.

"Patrick.." More of a whimper now, her breathing and voice ragged as she pitched forward into him more. Her own hand still working herself up as her movements along him grew erratic. "I love you," Cementing those words into his heart is her hope. Spoken like a prayer in a breathy moan against his neck, kissing along the column of his throat when his head dipped backwards.

It doesn't take much more to send Emma over her edge. A handful more movements of his hips pressing so deeply and Emma is searching for his mouth again. Letting him devour the sounds he's pulled from deep within her core. Intense and euphoric, she rode the wave of her high, a light sheen of sweat now covering her body. Panting as she pulls her mouth away from his, but not far. Forehead against his, Emma smiles. A dreamy and blissfully tired smile. Content to be wrapped up in this bubble that's been made in the moment.

"I love you," Whispered again, she'll never stop saying it. Telling him over and over to make up for all their lost time. All the times it was there on the tip of her tongue and she held it back. Gentle fingers sweep hair from his face, marveling at how he is back in her life. That she gets to have this second chance to live the life she's wanted to, instead of the one she was going to be forced to.

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