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' buried , flushed , burned ... the fuck does it matter ? ' their back yard had become a junk drawer of various woodland creatures over the years . the hockstetter's never seemed to fully understand why , although it was likely that avery was close enough to the truth .

that in part was because patrick didn't care , there was a thrill that came with watching avery click pieces of some morbid puzzle together . patrick had been suave enough to talk himself out of most trouble , when he wanted to be , patrick was deceptively charming .

' if you get sick i'll tell mom you love her , now get on with it . '

❛   what  are  you  doing  with  that ? ❜

patrick's gaze remained steady on the small bird laying still upon it's back after it's unfortunate crash into their window .

' movin' it . you know mom doesn't like seeing this stuff . ' although his tone was convincing , a deceptive smile crept across pale features . ' why ? you wanna move it instead ? ' patrick knew the answer , he'd only asked out of pure mockery .

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' yeah , none of this baby shit . ' a lanky arm points to the wall alex had been moments away from tagging . a sense of been there , done that washed across his visage . ' yeah ... ' patrick echoes under his breath . long fingers run across his jaw — all but salivating at the thought of getting victor's sister into more trouble than she already could be .

' principal's got a nice new car , i hear . ' his voice trails off , there was no real explanation needed . ' dunno , if you've got the balls . '

“Risky?” She questioned, Alex sighed rubbing her neck. “Uhm, what kinda risky? Something fun?” Alex hoped it wasn’t something to to bad, but she was willing to hear him out.

“And I thought you would be hanging out with the others—or something.” Alex said as she looked down to fidget with her bandages.

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' oh you know , just minding my own business til i saw vicky's lil sister about to tag somethin' ' his tone was as harmless as ever , but those who really knew patrick could sense the venom laced between his words .

' don't you get bored of taggin' old buildings ? ' a cheshire like grin spread across thin lips . ' why not do somethin' a lil more ... risky ? '

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Alex was in an alley-way, shaking up her spray can ready to do her thing that she usually did after school. Victor would come and find her in the place she always was, but I guess change of plans.

Suddenly, she felt two hands on her shoulders practically shaking her and she let out a yelp turning around, Patrick Hockstetter. “Oh,” Alex said almost timidly, “Pat, what are you doing over here?”

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Why don’t you roleplay Vic?

a valid question !

honestly i’d consider it one day but my palsie over at @deadinderry writes him so well i’d rather interact with her interpretation of vic rather than write my own !

so if you’d like to write with a very accurate portrayal of vic , as well as some VERY fleshed out and well written original characters — run , don’t walk to her blog ♡

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patrick tuts in response , the sly grin plastered across his face only widening in an almost uncanny manner .

‘ yeah ? sure sure , i’ll order . ‘ propping up his menu , hockstetter clears his throat . ‘ i’ll get the meat lovers dish — add a plate of fries for my pals here , doll . ‘ before tossing the menu to the side , he takes a moment to gauge carla’s expression . everyone in their immediate area knew he wasn’t going to actually pay .

but it certainly wasn’t going to stop him from being a royal pain in the ass .

"I refrain from spitting in your food, the least you could do is not throw a fucking straw at me."

(hi i hope this is okay)

' aw , where's the fun in that , toots ? ' chuckles earned from his fellow riffraff seated at the booth only encouraged him after having launched his straw at carla .

patrick proceeds to feign insult , leaning further into the table on bony elbows . ' you shouldn't swear at paying customers either , would hate to see a pretty thing get fired over her temper . '

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"I refrain from spitting in your food, the least you could do is not throw a fucking straw at me."

(hi i hope this is okay)

' aw , where's the fun in that , toots ? ' chuckles earned from his fellow riffraff seated at the booth only encouraged him after having launched his straw at carla .

patrick proceeds to feign insult , leaning further into the table on bony elbows . ' you shouldn't swear at paying customers either , would hate to see a pretty thing get fired over her temper . '

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henry was taken aback , finally offering a glance to the kid who rounded straight into him . ' you walked into me , freak . '

pale features , dark hair , black clothing ... oh she was any bullies dream target . chapped lips curved into a smile , his eyes giving the kid a look over . ' halloween ain't for a few months . '

wendy slumped back as Henry pushed her, picking up her book from the floor. she frowned a little, not liking his tone. despite her size, she did not hesitate to defend herself.

❝ excuse me, who do you think you are to shove me like that? ❞ — she asked the boy, analyzing his face and way of dressing, which was common for other people, not for her.

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   ✎  uh..

' a fuckin tragedy if she marries fulton . '

tangentially , if that ever came to fruition , that would basically link his family with the hockstetter's . and he'd been subjected to patrick more than he cares to .

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straightening his posture , patrick's eyes leer in on avery ; analyzing each movement made to collect a box — folding his lanky arms across his chest . ' what ? you gonna bury it like our old hamster pellets ? '

pellets , the poor hamster the boys shared for about a month . tops .

' just pick it up . it ain't gonna bite ! '

❛   what  are  you  doing  with  that ? ❜

patrick's gaze remained steady on the small bird laying still upon it's back after it's unfortunate crash into their window .

' movin' it . you know mom doesn't like seeing this stuff . ' although his tone was convincing , a deceptive smile crept across pale features . ' why ? you wanna move it instead ? ' patrick knew the answer , he'd only asked out of pure mockery .

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❛   what  are  you  doing  with  that ? ❜

patrick's gaze remained steady on the small bird laying still upon it's back after it's unfortunate crash into their window .

' movin' it . you know mom doesn't like seeing this stuff . ' although his tone was convincing , a deceptive smile crept across pale features . ' why ? you wanna move it instead ? ' patrick knew the answer , he'd only asked out of pure mockery .

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just a reminder that this blog is mutuals only. being a side blog my follow backs are from another account as stated on my pinned - but i won’t be interacting if we aren’t mutuals, especially if you don’t follow either .

sorry for any confusion!

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i know it’s never going to happen but if you’re a personal blog please dni , the notifications are driving me nuts lol

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✎

(already feel it in my soul these are going to be decrepit)

send  me  ‘  ✎  ’  and  my  muse  will  come  up  with  a  nickname  for  yours  .

henry will ( and has ) called magdalena every horrific name under the sun when she'd first arrived . although he'd learned to keep it to himself ( and the guys by proxy ) after getting his face beat in by her ' brute ' of an older cousin .

without exploring the low hanging fruit of what henry could call her , he tends to refer to her as ' that city bitch . '

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✎ (4 Carla🔥🔥)

send  me  ‘  ✎  ’  and  my  muse  will  come  up  with  a  nickname  for  yours  .

the chick with the junker ? is that thing even road safe ? dunno her name , but ' shit fer wheels ' sounds fittin' don't it ?

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✎ omg

send  me  ‘  ✎  ’  and  my  muse  will  come  up  with  a  nickname  for  yours  .

vic's sister ? he can't relate [ he took care of sibling issue years ago . ]

lesser criss , titty criss , sissy . take your pick , because he uses them all .

it's a joke , honestly . strictly to get some sort of reaction out of her . he knows her name because he makes it his business to .

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send  me  ‘  ✎  ’  and  my  muse  will  come  up  with  a  nickname  for  yours  .

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Reginald ' Belch ' Huggins , 16 years old

weaknesses —

easily manipulated none too bright follower temperamental

strengths —

physically strong fiercely loyal highest morality selfless

Belch HATES being called by his real name, Reginald, only his mum gets the pass.If someone HAS to call him something other than Belch, he much prefers going by 'Huggins' which his teachers eventually pick up on. "Reg" is the most acceptable iteration of his name, although that in itself is a big if.

He works part time on the weekends delivering The Weekly Shopper.

Belch lives with his mother, his father passed away at a young age and she never remarried. His relationship with his mother is typical of a teenage boy and his mother… He bickers with her a lot, mostly about his grades or the frequent phone calls about his behaviour at school… but ultimately he loves his mom- and wont hesitate to sock someone who speaks ill of her.

As much as he loves her however, Mrs Huggins embarrasses him to no end. Any time the guys are over she's always trying to give the boys drinks and snacks. Mrs Huggins doesn't particularly approve of who he hangs around with, but wants him to be happy- he's all she has left.

When Belch isn't with the guys, he'll be playing baseball in the Tracker Brothers baseball field. Usually seen with Peter Gordon who frequents the field as well. Belch was said to have been a great batter [ when he actually hits the ball ] hitting it far enough to soar past the Yankee Stadium. TWICE. His ultimate downfall however is that it wasn't all too hard to outsmart him with a pitch.

He once knocked a guy out for brushing against his car, busting two knuckles in the process. They said they couldn't tell who's blood was who's by the end of it.

His dad, before his passing was friends with the resident mechanic, who in turn has a soft spot for the Huggins family. Belch is free to come and go as he pleases, and has taken an interest in learning how to maintain his own vehicle; an '81 Pontiac Firebird - the trans AM known as "Amy."