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cooper ,    b .

              THE SMALLEST OF SMILES PLAYED ON GLOSSY LIPS. it wasn’t a laughing matter, not really. everything seemed to be going wrong, her perfect world turned upside down. her sister had been sent away, a classmate had been murdered. the town wasn’t the same. but brooke made it sound so trivial, so everyday. it almost made her feel better.

               “ it’s not all bad. pop’s added a new flavour of milkshake since you last visited. ”

               finally they reached their destination, with betty opening up the door for her cousin. thankfully her favourite booth was unoccupied and betty made a bee-line straight for it.

               “ so, how are you feeling ? ”

               with everything going on it was easy to forget just why her cousin was in town. her uncle, brooke’s father, was dead. her friends were tortured and killed by a serial killer. the problems of riverdale must look miniscule in comparison.

                    MEMORIES   OF   WHITE   PICKET   FENCES ,    lemonades    &    pop’s   played   up   a   storm ;    oh,   how   it   all   had   changed .    she   always   enjoyed   coming   here ,    especially   with   her   mother ,    so  despite   her   downcast    lashes ,    her   hues   memorized   every   mailbox ,    every   patch   of   grass    ------    every   white   picket   fence .

                        ❛    POP’S ,    the   light   at   the   end   of   the   tunnel .   ❜

                     nonchalant   voice   paired   with   a   smile ,   sent   straight   for   her   cousin ,   as   she   herself   took   a   seat   opposing   the   blonde .    it   had   been   ages ,    so   certainly ,    she   took   it   all   in ;    from   pop   tate   chatting   with   customers   to   people   occupying   other   booths .    it  was   calming ,    in   a   sense    ------    which   was   dearly   needed   considering   betty’s   question .

                          ❛   peachy   keen ,    betts .   ❜

                    (   lies ,    lies ,    lies   !    )

                          ❛   i   just   miss   them ,   i   miss   my   house ,    i   miss   my   closet .   ❜   

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cooper ,    b .

              BETTY HAD FOUGHT SO HARD to dismiss her feelings for her best friend. he had hurt her beyond comprehension and the blonde had been so mad for so long. soon enough she had come to terms with reality. she couldn’t force archie to feel that way about her, nor would she want to. she needed to move on.

               “ no light. not even a speck. ”

               and it was getting easier, little by little. the words didn’t squeeze at her heart just as much anymore. the pain seemed to be lessening day after day. soon enough she could speak of her best friend with no pain at all, or so she hoped. 

          she stopped in her tracks. 

          “ no one told you. ”

          it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. of course they hadn’t told her, they had barely told betty. she didn’t know why they had sent polly away, only that she was sick. the vagueness of it was maddening.

         “ she’s getting help. don’t ask what for, they won’t tell me. i don’t even know where she is. ”

                    KNITTED   BROWS   RAISED ,    A   HEAVE   OF   DEFEAT   escaped   her   chest .    she   barely   had   the   energy   to   push   the   subject   further ,   though .    still ,    a   small   flicker   of   hope   danced   within   her   ribcage  .   .   .   .    some    romance   with   the   tragedy   would   make   it   all   a   bit   lighter   (   as   riley   would’ve   said   ) .

                   THE   NEXT   WORDS   ESCAPING   HER   COUSIN’S   LIPS   caused   a   halt   in   every   movement ,    even   her   breath .    entire   posture   changed ,    it   all   seemed   too   deja   vu .

                          ❛   so   they’ve   locked   her   up  ?   ❜

                    that   was   the   only   explanation .    keeping   two   sisters   apart   was   a   cruel   act   ------   one   she   didn’t   even   think   her   aunt   could   pull .    a   begrudging   groan   later ,    feet   once   again   carried   on   with   their   pace .    from   one   lying   parent   to   another ;   and   her   own   lost   his   life   for   it .    definitely   not   a   thought   she   was   about   to   share ,   but   a  shadow   fell   across   her   hues   which   almost   shouted   the   darkness   of   her   thoughts .     

                          ❛   so   polly   is   sick ,   or   whatever ,    and   riverdale   has   become   wrapped   up   in   a   murder .     never   thought   i’d   see   the   day   this   town   fell   through   the   cracks   of   hell .  ❜

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cooper ,    b .

                  ARCHIE. the name brought about a longing her heart, a wave of pain she thought she had left behind. archie didn’t love her like that, and that was okay. that’s life. but it didn’t make it hurt any less. 

                   “ we’re just friends. ”                  ( and he broke my heart )

some things were better left unsaid. as for the murder, well, what could she say? that maybe her dad did it, that perhaps brooke hadn’t escaped a murderer, instead she was living with one.

                   “ no one knows what happened to jason. he dated polly, you know. for a while. ”           

                   ONE   PART   OF   HER   WAS   THANKFUL ,    thankful   that   coming   here   gave   her   other   things   to   think   about .    nothing   was   absolutely   pressing   nor   life   threatening   at   every   turn .    that   didn’t   exactly   help   her   relax ,    but   it   was   a   small   reward .    curiousity   and   worry   still   tugged   at   her   heartstrings ,    though .    

                               ❛   evidently  . . . .  so   no   light   at   the   end   of   this   tunnel   ?    ❜

                    coated   eyelashes   fluttered   in   question .    she   had   seen   the   way   her   cousin   lit   up   when   the   ginger   appeared ;    not   quite   understanding   why ,    but   that   wasn’t   her   place   to   comment    (  she  still   did   at   times   though  ) .    onto   the   other   matter ,    a   sigh   surpassed   her   cherry   lips .    the   fact   that   she   wasn’t   freaking   out   could   be   worrying   ------   growing   used   to   bloodshed   was  not   something   a   young   girl   should.

                              ❛   i heard   !    polly   told   me .    speaking   of  ;    where   is   she   ?    alice   have   never   shut   me   down   quicker ,    and   hal   got   this   almost   angry   look   when   i   asked .   ❜

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character posters ♥ brooke maddox (insp.)

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                   PEARLY WHITE TEETH CHEWED ON HER BOTTOM LIP. where to start? a lot had changed in riverdale since her cousins last visit, most of it in the last few weeks since jason’s death.

                   “ what do you want to know ? ”  

everything, no doubt. if the situation was reserved she would certainly want to know the full story. how much the extended family knew about the happenings in riverdale, and the troubles with polly, was unknown. 

                   “ after you. ”

she held open the door, powder blue jacket hanging over one arm. it was chilly out, it had been since jason’s death. thankfully pop’s wasn’t too far a walk from the cooper household, perhaps ten minutes or so.

                 THE   CLICK   OF   HEELS   CARRIED   HER ,    first   out   the   door   then   onto   the   street .    a   slight   smile   tinted   her   glossed   lips ,    perhaps   because   the   company   of   her   cousin   was   comforting   despite   the   fact   that   she   had   left   everything .    ❛  for   starters  ;   why   are   you   still   not   with   that   ginger   boy   next   door   ?    and   how   the   fuck   did   this   town   turn   into   murdertown   ?    ❜     knitted   eyebrows   rose   at   the   end   of   her   question ,    glancing   sideways   at   her   fellow   blonde .    ❛  just   give   me   the   rundown ,    betts .  ❜

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cooper,   b.

                 ROSY LIPS PRESSED TOGETHER IN UNCERTAINTY. her cousins assessment of the town certainly wasn’t incorrect. riverdale had somewhat become murdertown since jason’s death. 

                 “ oh, it’s not that bad. ” 

for all its faults ( and there were many ) riverdale did have some pluses. it just took a minute for betty to conjure any. 

                 “ pop’s ! ”

 the name came out as an exclamation. a sudden thought. 

                 “ we should go to pop’s ! they have the best milkshakes. ” 

                    RAISED   EYEBROWS   PROVED   DOUBT .    in   her   cousin’s   statement ,    in   the   state’s   decision   to   send   her   her .    she   doubted   everything ,    and   her   tense   &   closed   of   posture   proved   it    ------    but   she   did    not    doubt    her   cousin ;    and   she   hoped    that   would   be   enough   to   get   her   through   this .    a   sigh   of   defeat   escaped   her ,    rolling   her   head   towards   the   other   blonde    with   a   slight   smile   beneath    her   gloss ,    ❛   okay ,   milkshakes   doesn’t   sound   too   bad .    plus ,    you   &   polly   always   mention   this   pop’s .   ❜    caution   had   never   been   her   strong   suit .    ❛   lead   the   way   ------   and   fill   me   in    ?     i   haven’t   been   here   in   ages .  ❜

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                    A   HEAVED   SIGH   AND   CROSSED   ARMS ,    accompanied   by   a   deadpanned   expression   was   all   the   blonde   served .    the   change   of   scene   was   deemed   good   for   her   ------   but   she   called   bullshit .     ❛   from   murderville   to   murdertown ;   fantastic   !    ❜       /       @pcnytails

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            td   pt   2.

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           td   pt   1.

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                this   has   been   a   test   post    !