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unruly  blonde  hair  pulled  a  little  on  bark  as  she  moved,  head  tilting  forwards  although  she  still  leaned.  she  was  comfortable  with  the  uncomfortable,  someone  that  liked  to  be  on  the  move,  constantly  thinking  about  what  might  fill  the  gap  that  was  open  in  the  moment  and  not  the  past  or  the  future.  it  never  seemed  to  matter  much  what  she  had  planned  when  things  never  really  went  her  way,  her  investment  in  herself  only  so  much  as  to  know  that  no  matter  what  came  she  could  make  it  .  (  she  was  her  own  best  friend,  her  own  worst  enemy…  her  own  everything  in  the  end  )  .  "can't  live  out  my  dream  scenario  when  i've  already  lived  the  dream,"  the  corners  of  her  lips  turning  upwards  into  a  grin  that  she  bites  back,  teeth  brushing  against  her  bottom  lip  for  a  second  as  her  gaze  falls  over  him  as  if  she's  considering  what  he  was  asking  her.  "no,  not  really  in  a  murderous  mood  right  now,"  the  tone  ominous  as  if  she  might  come  back  to  it,  might  reconsider.  this  time  it  was  a  joke  but  that  was  how  she  always  sounded  when  it  came  to  enzo,  like  she  was  entertaining  something  greater,  holding  something  back  but  really,  she  didn't  know  what…  couldn't  accept  that  there  was  anything  at  all.  as  cruel  as  it  was  to  keep  going  around  in  circles,  she  hadn't  reached  the  point  where  she  could  walk  the  whole  way  away  and  now…  in  a  version  of  their  lives  where  their  paths  were  seemingly  even  more  intertwined,  she  couldn't  really  end  the  thread  that  tethered  them…  deny  that  he  always  put  a  smile  on  her  face  with  the  way  he  could  have  talked  himself  into  an  early  grave  if  he  got  the  chance.  they  had  known  each  other  for  so  much  of  their  lives  that  even  in  the  times  that  she  barely  nodded  his  way  when  she  passed  him  in  the  street…  she  was  hyperaware  of  his  existence…  in  every  room  they  both  stood  in.  she  would  have  puked  her  guts  up  at  the  sight  of  another  girl  touching  his  arm  at  a  bar  but  she'd  never  admit  it.  she'd  rather  choke  on  her  pride,  her  conviction  that  it  was  pointless  caring  anyway  stronger  than  any  hope  she  ever  had…  than  anything  she  ever  felt  for  him  truly.  "i  was  going  to  figure  out  if  me  and  my  sisters  time  capsule  made  it  to  alternate  reality…  finally  a  chance  to  go  to  my  old  back  yard  without  anyone  thinking  i'm  digging  up  my  dads  dirty  money,"  as  if  she  would  have  waited.

          merci  was  a  hard  shell  to  crack,  really... a  hard  rock... brick ?  fucking  metal  at  this  point  but  enzo  couldn't  help  himself  from  wanting  to  be  around  her  and  know  more  about  her.  pathetically...  even  thinking  he  knew  more  about  her.  then  again,  how  could  he  𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘  know  someone  that  kept  him  at  an  arms  length  the  way  merci  seemed  to  keep  everyone.     ⏤     how  they  ended  up  in  the  spiral  they  were  in  now...  it  could've  mainly  been  enzo's  fault.  he  had  every  opportunity  in  the  book  to  walk  away.  that  being  said,  now  it  seemed  pretty  𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄  to  walk  away.  not  that  that  really  changed  anything  for  enzo.  surly,  stuck  in  this  town  or  not,  he'd  still  be  holding  onto  whatever  it  was  he  was  so  desperately  holding  onto  when  it  came  to  merci  and  their...  friendship.        ❛     as  tempting  as  it  sounds  to  go  full  slasher  mode  in  this  weird  dream  world  where  we're  all  bound  to  wake  up  in  our  normal  beds  in  no  time  like  none  of  this  actually  happened.  it'd  for  sure  be  a  great  campfire  story  but  i  don't  know  if  that's  what  this  whole  new  world  thing  had  in  store  for  me.     ❜       he  joked,  shoulders  raising  up  and  down.       ❛      i  don't  know ?  i  was  just  wrapping  my  head  around  making  plans  for  shit  in  the  normal  world...     ❜       he  couldn't  help  but  laugh  under  his  breath  as  little.  feeling  a  bit  pathetic...        (     a  theme.     )       because  he  had  always  just  let  life...  people...  his  own  debilitating  thoughts  run  through  him...  he'd  never  given  himself  the  time  to  speak  up  and  feel  or  want  the  things  he  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃.  for  starters,  maybe  if  he  didn't  fall  into  that  category  he  would've  told  merci  a  bit  ago  how  this  whole  friend  thing  was  harder  on  him  than  he  tried  to  play  it  off  but  he  went  along  with  it  because  he  knew  better  than  to  say  anything  and  have  her  cut  him  out  completely.        (      again,  pathetic.      )       ❛     maybe  i'll  run  for  mayor ?  start  a  whole  new  world  revolution ?  or  become  one  of  the  top  doctors  with  my  zero  doctoring  experience ?  could  be  fun ?  not  sure,  the  possibilities  are  endless !     ❜       the  male  smiled,  keeping  the  light  and  breezy  mood  as  he  stepped  a  bit  closer.      ❛     guess  all  we  can  do  is  make  the  most  of  a  weird  situation  until  we  all  wake  up  and  everything's  back  to  normal.      ❜       he  shrugged,       ❛     so  how're  you  gonna  live  out  your  dream  scenario ?     ❜        enzo  questioned  before  narrowing  his  eyes  a  bit.         ❛     wait,  are  you  gonna  murder  me ?    ❜       the  brunette  teased,  his  words  followed  with  a  laugh.

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"wow,  i  can't  believe  we're  still  clinging  onto  oaths  and  ethics  in  purgatory."  it  would  make  more  and  more  sense  that  this  was  hell.  not  only  was  she  trapped  in  her  hometown  but  she  was  trapped  with  the  only  group  of  people  who  were  set  on  this  regimented  version  of  near  civilisation.  you  would  think  that  in  a  world  with  new  rules,  it  could  be  a  little  more  fun.  "you're  right,  teddy.  i  know  you  would  never  murder  me,"  the  way  she  says  it  borderline  insulting  as  if  being  though  of  as  someone  incapable  of  killing  her  right  there  at  the  edge  of  west  ham  was  something  to  be  ashamed  about,  "you're  way  too  much  of  a  goody  two  shoes."

if this was the apocalypse, it certainly didn’t feel like one. if anything, it felt like any other tuesday which annoyed teddy because if the world as we knew it was going to end, it would be nice if it had gone out with a little fanfare. being a doctor, he also maybe expected the supposed apocalypse to be a little busier but there surprisingly wasn't much to do. teddy's days were filled with reading to escape the endless anxious pit in his chest but even he knew he needed to see sunlight for a few hours a day. his eyes weren't completely adjusted to the sunlight when he realized he was being spoken to. "i -- no. i'm pretty sure that's against every oath of ethics i've ever had to take."

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hope  for  the  best,  prepare  for  the  worst.  a  quote  his  father  had  tried  to  drill  into  their  family  along  time  ago.  the  youngest  of  three  boys,  elijah  was  often  the  calming  presence,  his  optimism  bordering  on  delusional…  one  day  it  might  get  him  into  trouble.  "hey,  a  good  slumber  party  always  sent  me  softly  into  sleep.  it's  nice  knowing  there's  someone  just  a  few  steps  away  to  keep  you  company  if  you  need  it…"  as  if  it  was  just  an  extended  summer  camp  situation  and  they  were  all  living  their  best  lives.  he  might  have  been  lucky  on  the  front  of  housemates  too,  not  really  someone  who  found  most  disagreeable…  elijah  could  see  anyone  in  a  good  light  (even  if  he  had  to  squint  a  little).  "how  about  this?  if  we  ever  get  into  an  end  of  the  world  fight  to  the  death  situation  for  resources,  you  can  totally  eat  me.  i'll  volunteer  to  be  the  first  human  sacrifice  so  at  least  we  don't  have  to  deal  with  that  part."

optimism  was  something  more  people  in  this  new  town  needed  to  learn  about.  was  it  going  to  be  hard  ?  of  course.  but,  then  again,  it  seemed  as  though  a  dark  cloud  was  hovering  over  all  of  them.  temporary  situation  would  make  the  most  sense.  hopeful  that  is  all  this  is.  there's  no  way  that  this  could  last  for  an  eternity,  could  it  ?  hopefully  not.  "sleep  may  be  the  only  thing  that's  guaranteed.  but  is  there  enough  time  for  it  ?  will  anyone  really  be  able  to  sleep  comfortably  ?  we  have  to  all  share  houses  which  isn't  ideal,  but  we  have  to  make  due  somehow."  plus,  it  wasn't  like  they  could  all  live  in  separate  houses  since  they  had  to  preserve  resources  somehow.  "you  would  hope  that  wouldn't  happen...  but  i'd  be  a  little  more  cautious  then  that.  you  have  no  idea  how  other  people  may  end  up  being."  camille  wasn't  sure  she  wanted  to  know  the  sides  of  other  people  that  could  come  out  under  pressure.

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it  wasn't  a  new  place.  god,  if  aliens  had  abducted  them  and  put  them  back  on  an  exact  recreation  of  west  ham,  that  really  was  a  cruelty  beyond  measure.  then  again,  if  she  was  an  alien,  maybe  she  would  find  that  funny…  watching  someone  scramble  in  their  own  natural  environment.  "i  don't  know  if  you've  heard  but  i've  never  been  known  to  make  things  better,"  she  says  with  conviction,  clinging  to  her  own  sense  of  identity  as  a  black  sheep.  she  didn't  care.  "by  all  means,  you  keep  rallying  the  people…  make  this  whole  west  ham  revival  better  than  we  could  have  ever  imagined.  all  sunshines  and  sparkles."

a  new  reality  didn't  seem  like  it  was  in  anyone's  plans.  it  just  seemed  like  something  that  everyone  was  going  to  need  to  learn  to  adjust  to.  none  of  this  was  meant  to  be  easy.  it  seemed  like  something  that  they  had  to  take  as  they  go.  not  knowing  what  could've  happened  on  the  other  end  of  their  real  town  had  crossed  her  mind  since  the  realization.  "you  think  ?  i  mean..  i  know  it's  hard  to  be  somewhere  new.  doesn't  mean  we  can't  try  to  turn  things  around.  make  it  better  while  we're  here."

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ever  the  optimist,  there  was  no  reality  where  elijah  had  forecast  that  things  would  really  get  that  bad.  no,  he  thought  that  things  would  work  out,  that  some  great  rescue  mission  had  to  come  eventually…  it  might  have  been  a  crazy  situation  but  it  had  to  be  temporary.  there  was  no  other  option.  he  hadn't  even  considered  it.  his  laugh  is  light  as  he  flicks  gently  against  a  cardboard  display,  "sleep  is  the  only  thing  that's  guaranteed,"  maybe  it  was  reassurance,  he  wasn't  going  to  sleep  with  one  eye  open.  "i'm  sure  that  we  can  keep  the  crowd  pleased  with  our  rations  for  some  time…  no  need  to  get  cut  throat,"  even  if  it  was  human  nature  to  become  your  worst  self…  elijah  hadn't  met  that  version  of  himself  yet.  

this  world  seemed  to  be  entirely  different.  it  may  have  looked  the  exact  same,  sure.  but  it  wasn't.  it  was  strange  to  be  in  a  place  that  resembled  the  place  you  are  supposed  to  be  calling  home  but  had  felt  the  most  out  of  place  within.  in  a  way,  it  didn't  feel  as  though  it  was.  "you  know...  if  they  put  us  here  the  least  that  they  could  do  is  give  us  consistent  restocks  without  us  having  to  rush  somewhere  to  get  something  before  other  people  do."  there  was  going  to  be  a  mad  rush  where  no  one  else  would  get  to  purchase  the  things  that  they'd  previously  wanted.  "we're  all  about  to  be  needing  these  energy  drinks  with  all  of  the  no  sleep  we're  about  to  have."

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enthusiasm  unreturned  but  still  undeterred,  elijah  didn't  have  time  to  fall  into  a  spiral  of  doom  and  gloom…  there  were  things  to  be  done  (even  in  this  climate).  "you  think?  i  haven't  seen  that  job  role  yet  but  i'll  be  the  first  applicant…  with  your  recommendation  signed,  sealed  and  delivered."  he  might  have  been  a  good  entertainer,  enjoying  his  time  that  he  spent  distracted  from  his  reality  much  more  than  he  had  ever  liked  having  to  take  things  too  seriously.  even  in  his  softer  moments,  he  had  struggled  with  true  emotional  presence.  always  in  the  room,  nodding  and  listening  but  never  really  taking  things  on  board.  he  did  however  know  better  than  to  try  to  force  a  smile,  many  a  human  being  falling  foul  to  the  careless  encouragements  to  brighten  someone's  mood  that  could  so  easily  land  you  in  hot  water.  "what  are  you  doing  out  here  anyway?  looking  for  something,  huh?"  he  asked  with  the  raise  of  an  eyebrow,  enquiry  more  means  of  conversation  than  anything  else.  

she can't go anywhere she normally does. can't stalk her tiktok or instagram feeds for a sense of entertainment and seems like all she can do is wander around aimlessly through the same streets over and over again. as if by the grace of god, something fun would pop out of thin air and keep her entertained. so, here she is again, feet guiding her past the old garage until she hears someone speaking— eyes shifting in their direction. “ wow ... you're, like, actually so funny, ”  the brunette deadpans, not even a lick of a smile on her face, “ maybe you can get a job as an entertainer instead. share the laughs with everyone else. ” 

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open: @societystarters

elijah  had  loved  snow  globes  when  he  was  growing  up.  his  father  had  bought  him  a  snow  globe  that  encapsulated  their  town  when  he  was  only  eight  years  old  and  it  had  sat  in  his  childhood  bedroom  season  after  season,  shaken  under  his  fingertips  as  he  watched  the  snow  flakes  fall,  settling  as  they  should  right  at  the  bottom.  now,  he  thought,  maybe  he  was  one  of  the  static  creatures  in  his  snow  globe.  in  a  way,  he  might  have  been  more  static  than  he  knew  for  most  of  his  life…  his  move  to  the  neighbouring  town  about  as  shocking  as  elijah's  life  got.  he  was  a  good  neighbour.  he  was  a  good  boy.  he  was  a  good  person  to  be  around  when  the  world  seemed  unfamiliar  because  his  disposition  seemed  to  be  unaltered  by  space,  time  or  anything  that  happened  in  between.  the  evening  settled  and  quiet  as  he  walked  around  the  old  garage  (not  here  for  any  reason  other  than  to  ponder  his  late  night  cravings  where  an  energy  drink  might  once  have  came  in  clutch).  "all  out,"  he  nods  to  the  person  beside  him,  lips  softened  into  a  smile  in  the  corners…  the  joke  obvious.  "we  better  come  back  next  week  for  the  restock,"  that  was  never  coming.  positive  thinking.  

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full  name:  elijah  adorno.

date  of  birth:  february  15th,  1999. (aquarius).

family  members:  nicolas  adorno  (father),  hannes  adorno  (mother), julien adorno  (brother), marco adorno (brother).

background:

elijah  adorno,  the  last  born  son  of  hannes  and  nicolas,  was  often  the  calm  in  a  very  chaotic  world.  while  his  brothers  had  been  loud  and  boisterious,  he  was  always  more  of  the  peacekeeper  and  perhaps  he  never  really  had  opportunity  to  take  any  other  position  in  a  family  that  were  known  for  their  extraverted  personalities.  he  may  have  been  the  baby,  doted  on  and  protected...  but  he  was  also  the  one  with  the  most  level  head  when  it  came  to  decisions.  

elijah  was  well  liked,  his  whole  life  positioned  very  nicely  within  his  family  unit,  high  school  and  even  his  community.  nobody  could  deny  that  he  had  all  the  traits  you  would  hope  for;  loving,  kind,  friendly,  thoughtful,  studious,  morally  good.  his  alignment  carried  him  well  until  you  looked  closely  enough  to  begin  to  question  whether  his  character  was  actually  a  complete  lack  of  character  in  the  end.  he  never  really  stabilised  one  firm  identity,  floating  between  people  and  things...  fairly  good  at  all  and  committed  to  none  really.  

tw alcoholism. elijah's  life  was  ruled  by  nothing  but  being  easy  breezy  all  over  the  place,  even  his  brothers  difficulties  with  drinking  that  emerged  much  later  in  life  seeming  not  to  affect  him  much.  he  was  always  the  getaway  driver,  the  take  you  back  to  rehab  call,  the  break  you  out  of  rehab  ping...  and  unfortunately,  it  was  this  trip  back  to  west  ham  to  pick  up  his  brother  julien  that  would  see  him  never  leave  again.  even  though  his  brother  was  nowhere  to  be  seen.  

elijah,  for  the  first  time  in  his  life,  could  no  longer  do  anything  but  be  himself  because  the  distractions  were  limited...  even  in  this  small,  tiny,  mysterious  world  of  theirs.  

current  disposition:  

happy,  hopeful,  calm.

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"being  the  co  mayor  would  be  a  good  cover  for  a  murderer.  you  could  even  pretend  to  look  for  yourself  while  hiding  all  the  evidence,"  but  merci  didn't  really  believe  that  she  was  capable  of  that.  in  fact,  merci  was  sure  most  people  in  this  town  were  far  too  boring  to  carry  out  any  real  crimes…  especially  now.  law  abiding  citizens.  "i  can't  tell  you  that.  i'm  no  snitch,"  and  that  was  probably  believable  considering  the  whole  world  seemed  to  think  she  had  been  in  on  her  fathers  escapades.  it  was  thinly  veiled  humour,  a  confident  addition  of,  "don't  worry,  i  think  i  can  hold  my  own  if  i  need  to.  i  know  karate,"  referencing  sixth  grade  lessons  that  she  quit  after  3  months.

hopefully...  this  was  not  a  zombie  apocalypse  that  was  about  to  happen.   in  that  case...  she  wouldn't  know  how  to  be  rightfully  prepared  for  one.  but  this  was  certainly  an  odd  situation  to  be  finding  yourself  within.  especially  a  place  where  you  don't  necessarily  know  what  to  do  with  yourself.  ana  was  figuring  it  out.  more  answers  would  come  as  the  days  went  on,  right  ?  a  sigh  leaving  her  lips  with  a  shake  of  her  head.  "nope.  not  planning  on  doing  that.  plus  i'm  the  co-mayor,  so,  i'm  supposed  to  be  trying  to  help  people."  her  head  turning  back  around  to  face  the  other  blonde.  "i'd  really  hope  that  no  one  has  threatened  to  do  that  to  you  ?"

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  a  little  trust.  now,  that  was  a  big  ask.  her  gaze  doesn't  falter  although  there's  no  real  suspicion,  enzo's  presence  harmless  to  her  -  she  had  known  him  for  far  too  long  to  be  weary  he  he  should  have  been  so  much  more  nervous  of  her.  "exactly  what  my  wanna  be  murderer  would  say…"  but  enzo,  he  was  something  way  worse  than  a  wannabe  murderer.  he  was  a  wannabe…  something  else  entirely.  merci  didn't  know  why  he  wanted  to  be  close  to  her,  her  own  ideals  for  any  relationship  being  maintaining  a  good  distance  at  all  time;  no  calls,  no  texts,  no  lunches,  certainly  no  walks  in  the  woods.  she  could  never  undo  where  she  had  taken  their  relationship  already  but  she  couldn't  move  forwards  either  and  now,  in  this  proximity,  with  no  escape,  she  knew  that  there  were  only  so  many  ways  she  could  entertain  herself.  erratic  at  times,  emotionally  distant  always  but  a  good  time  to  be  around  when  the  mood  struck,  "guess  i'll  believe  you.  this  is  the  new  world  after  all,"  she  moved  to  lean  against  a  nearby  tree,  bark  rough  against  the  palms  of  her  hands,  bouncing  a  little  back  and  forth,  "what  are  you  going  to  do  with  your  new  mini  life?  if  not  become  a  murderer."

         ❛     oh  shit,  sorry⏤     ❜         enzo  whispered  under  his  breath  as  she  turned  around,  realizing  he  startled  her.  he  had  been  doing  his  own  fair  share  of  wandering  around  and  noticed  her  and  figured  he'd  go  see  what  she  was  up  to.  which  could've  sounded  weird  in  it's  own  right,  that  he'd  been  following  her  for  a  bit  without  saying  anything  until  he  was  as  close  as  he  was...  but  his  intentions  were  not  to  come  off  as  a  creepy  stalker  murder.     ⏤     unable  to  help  but  laugh  a  little  at  her  comment,  enzo  narrowed  his  eyes  for  a  moment  before  speaking.         ❛     i  don't  know,  merci ?  do  i  look  like  someone  that'd  come  out  here  and  murder  you ?  all  i  ask  for  is  a  little  trust.     ❜         he  joked,  stepping  closer  to  the  girl  as  he  pulled  his  hands  out  of  his  pockets  and  holding  them  up.         ❛     i  come  in  peace,  promise.     ❜         maybe  he  was  crazy  but...  he  was        (     at  least  for  now,     )        taking  this  whole  new  world  thing  pretty  well...  then  again  that  could've  been  because  he  was  able  to  𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄  some  of  his  issues.  even  if  this  just  made  more  new  ones.  even  if  you  couldn't  really  run  away  from  anything...  enzo  still  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃  his  hardest  to  do  so.  either  that  or  the  only  way  he  knew  how  to  cope  with  any  of  this  was  to  pretend  everything  was  perfectly...  𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋.  that  being  said....  sue  him  for  being  glad  merci  was  there  in  whatever  weird  version  of  hell  they  were  in. was that selfish ? maybe a little...

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"  ha.  "  it  comes  out  as  a  short  breath  as  she  eyes  up  the  cigarette,  watching  smoke  evaporate  into  the  air  eerily  reminiscent  of  the  lives  they  once  knew.  if  there  was  anyone  she  was  sure  she  could  take  down  in  a  fight,  it  was  probably  victor  (not  that  she  would  share  that  knowledge  with  the  poor  guy  on  the  spot).  she  was  never  really  concerned  anyway…  being  murdered  the  true  least  of  her  worries  in  the  purgatory.  a  grin  tears  across  her  face,  blue  eyes  showing  a  momentary  ounce  of  animation  when  she  announces.  "if  i  was  trying  to  kill  you,  i  would  have  done  it  already…  it  looks  like  you  got  that  under  control,"  gesturing  to  the  cigarette  although  she  couldn't  care  less.  might  as  well  enjoy  the  rest  of  their  sorry  lives  inside  their  new  miniature  world.  "hm,  maybe  i'll  get  a  head  start  and  set  up  a  refuge  for  the  criminals  of  west  ham  2.0.  fun."

victor was not really a thinker, he was never good at coming up with things or trying to piece together mysteries. he let others do that for it, there was a reason he didn't volunteer to go exploring or to put together some theories as to what was going on here. instead, he has spent his days trying to be as normal as possible while stuck in this weird bubble version of his home. he was out having a smoke (he should probably quit before they run out and be forced to quit anyway, but hey, let a guy have his vices) when he saw that he wasn't alone. "i dunno, would there really be consequences here? i mean, what would happen, i go to some makeshift jail?" he says with a laugh. "no, i'm not planning to kill you... unless you're trying to kill me."

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open: @societystarters

she  always  imaged  a  post  apocalyptic  world  to  happen  in  a  grander  way.  it  didn't  happen  with  a  war,  a  crash,  not  even  zombies…  just  this  bullshit.  luckily  for  merci,  it  had  felt  like  the  end  of  the  world  for  quite  some  time  and  this  was  just  a  blip  on  the  radar.  walking  around  in  the  same  circles  she  had  for  days  on  end…  the  perimeter  of  nowhere.  a  sound  causes  her  to  turn,  "not  planning  to  kill  me,  are  you?  limited  number  of  people  around  so  they'd  probably  figure  you  out  a  lot  faster…"  if  anyone  had  a  braincell  around  here,  that  was.  to  be  honest,  being  the  first  murder  might  give  her  a  better  reputation  than  her  current  family  history.  

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merci  had  thought  about  it…  maybe  at  first…  maybe  for  a  second…  then  she  had  figured  that  it  really  didn't  matter.  she  accepted  a  new  reality…  epic  irony  of  being  trapped  in  a  brand  new  way  in  a  place  that  she  had  grown  to  hate.  god,  she  hoped  whoever  made  the  cut  of  not  being  here  ended  up  in  a  better  place.  people  always  said  that  about  heaven but  right  now  heaven  felt  like  anywhere  but  here.  "yeah,  feel  free  to  take  charge  on  that  front…  i'm  good,"  spoken  dryly.  

"do  you  ever  just  think  about  the  fact  that  people  who  know  us  and  aren't  here...  are  missing  us  ?  like  they  woke  up  one  day  without  us  and  us  without  them."  hazel  couldn't  stop  thinking  about  this  fact.  "but  we're  going  to  get  back  home.  we're  going  to  find  a  way.  we  have  to  !  i  refuse  to  believe  otherwise.  if  you  won't  be  positive  i  will  enough  for  the  both  of  us  !"

@societystarters

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full  name:  merci  fleur  torres.

date  of  birth:  august  21st,  2001.

star  sign:  leo.

family  members:  miguel  torres  (father),  clarabelle  mitzee  torres  (mother),  jori rosalind  torres  (sister).

merci  was  born  and  bred  in  west  ham  (unfortunately).  there  were  a  million  and  one  places  that  she  would  have  rather  spent  her  entire  existence  but  this  was  where  her  family  laid  down  roots.  miguel  and  clarabelle  a  match  made  in  heaven,  high  rollers  who  travelled  to  the  city  frequently  and  bet  like  there  was  no  tomorrow.  when  the  good  times  were  rolling,  they  were  popular  as  anything  but  when  the  bad  times  began...  well...  that  was  another  story...  

merci  spent  a  lot  of  her  early  life  being  her  parents  lucky  charm,  parked  outside  of  casinos  entertaining  herself  and  her  baby  sister  with  the  windows  rolled  down  like  good  little  puppies.  her  parents  would  run  in  and  out  tending  to  them,  making  sure  they  weren't  left  for  too  long,  no  abandonment  claims  (in  their  mind).  curtailing  each  night  back  to  west  ham  to  play  house  and  host  dinner  parties,  charm  and  razzle  dazzle  that  almost  hid  their  lower  class  core.  they  were  the  perfect  hosts,  encouraging  all  their  friends  to  invest  in  whatever  money  making  scheme  was  a  certain  thing  in  their  eyes...  sometimes  with  success  until  the  stakes  got  bigger  and  bigger.  

by  eighteen,  merci  was  involved  in  her  parents  schemes  to  the  extent  that  she  was  in  on  the  poker  deck  too,  fake  ID  and  a  youthful  energy.  jori  was  always  on  the  outskirts  but  merci  was  right  there,  at  the  table...  her  and  her  father  so  alike  at  times  that  they  loved  and  hated  each  other  to  the  ends  of  the  earth.  she  lived  in  his  shadow  but  she  never  really  wanted  his  position  to  begin  with.  

in  twenty-twenty-two,  things  finally  took  their  final  turn  when  the  town  of  west  ham  would  find  out  in  an  unlikely  way  that  their  investments  would  not  end  up  filling  their  pockets.  when  certain  members  of  the  community  expected  a  payment,  they  would  instead  be  rewarded  by  the  breaking  news  of  an  investigative  raid  at  their  neighbours  home...  unclear  information  about  investment  scams  and  money  laundering  that  were  never  clarified  by  miguel  who  took  the  plea  of  silence,  protecting  his  peace  and  leaving  his  family  in  the  wake.  it  would  be  a  further  six  months  before  clarabelle  was  detained  for  her  own  parts  in  the  crime,  red  handed  trying  to  cash  out  from  one  of  the  bank  accounts  so  she  could  leave.  

unfortunately  for  merci,  she  was  left  with  the  knowledge  that  she  had  to  protect  her  sister  jori  and  with  a  repossession  notice  on  her  home,  there  wasn't  much  that  she  could  do.  presumed  to  have  her  own  hands  dirty  because  of  her  close  relationship  with  her  father,  she  was  burned  by  west  ham  but  simultaneously  trapped  there...

and  that  was  before  she  really  was  trapped  there.

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a  multi  muse  blog  penned  by  el  for  thesocietyhq  .  mature  content  will  be  featured  here  . find  my  muses  below  !  

adorno , elijah . the lookout member . intro .

torres , merci . town council . intro .

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Rothko // Autobiography of Red, Anne Carson

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