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will you ever reopen this?

Honestly, probably. The hurricane sort of threw some things off for me making it hard to run a rp (admittedly, I probably should have waited) but yes, I’m working on fixing a few things and I’ll probably reopen within the next few weeks. 

Edit: Probably not. Unfortunately, people assume it’s okay to take someone else’s style and slapping multiples on it. It’s not okay. I’m not going to call out said role-play, but just know someone stealing my plot (lol my bad – using a “similar” plot) and then choosing a writing style that’s somewhat similar is stealing, despite this community thinking otherwise. 

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Hello members! So as I stated earlier, I am in an area where the hurricane is expected to hit and Irma is expected to come my way around this afternoon/evening. So my activity will more than likely be limited due to power outages and such. I will try to keep you all updated as much as possible. Please continue to be active if you’re able to and stay safe! 

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HEATHER CLARKE, 17, HOMECOMING QUEEN, HAS BEEN FOUND DEAD.                                                                                      

                                                                             P L O T  D R O P 0 0 1 --

Mondays are an enemy among all but a Monday morning where a classmate has been found dead only worsens the aftertaste of a weekend gone by. 

On August 28th, The Clarke family was horrified to find their oldest child lifeless on her plush rose-colored carpet. Her fingertips clutched a single white mug, empty of any contents except for a blue residue staining the inside. Beside her,  a farewell note. Urging the family to donate her expensive possessions to charity and the less fortunate. The police have ruled it out as a suicide but Detective Rodriguez isn’t so sure. 

As the school year begins, the student body has shown a mix of gut-wrenching sorrow and bitter indifference. No one is sure how to feel regarding Heather Clarke. 

Inside the walls of Westerburg High School, the spirit of Heather floats through the halls; and inside the locker of the new queen bee is a shiny new gift. They aren’t sure how it got there but it’s staring back at them, expectantly. 

There it was. A symbol of power. A symbol of status. The last tangible piece of Heather Clarke: her red scrunchie.

Most assume it’s a gift. Something to give comfort to Heather’s friend but the rest, including the new queen bee, can’t help but wonder how exactly it got in her locker.                                    

ooc info  --

WELCOME! We’re officially open. Please feel free to begin interactions. 

Feel free to take a look around Sherwood and get yourself reacquainted with the NPCs. 

Heather’s case, as of now, is still ruled as a suicide and a NP event will be posted later regarding the details of her funeral and memorial. 

Let’s have some fun, guys. 

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any trope can be any character right? for example, rachel doesn't have to the future star and finn doesn't have to be the quarterback?

Correct! If you wanted, Rachel could be the quarterback and Finn could be the future star. Ultimately, it’s up to you and how you see your character.

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Hello everyone! While we wait on a few things, it’s been decided that interactions will begin September 9th, at 8 PM EST. So in the meantime, if you haven’t already, come check us out and/or send in an application! We’ll be reviewing apps for most of the weekend! 

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wehn will we start interactions?

I’ll be making a post shortly! In the meantime, don’t forget to send an ask for the OOC, guys!

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mobile nav?

Sure. HERE you go!

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FIRST ROUND DONE.

The first round of acceptances are officially done! Thank you to everyone who applied! The admin will be around for most of the night so please feel free to send in questions or apps!

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are you done with apps?

No, not yet! I had to direct my attention to something else real quick. 

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Welcome JAKE PUCKERMAN as BAD APPLE.  We’re so excited to have you here with us! Make sure to go over the new member checklist.

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION.

CHARACTER TROPE. The Bad Apple. CHARACTER DESIRED. Jake Puckerman. BIRTH-DATE & AGE. December 21st, 16. GRADE. Junior.  ANTI-SHIPS. Jake/No Chemistry. 

PERSONALITY INFORMATION.

OVERVIEW. So I made a moodboard right here as well as reblogged some musings for him on my page. 

Bio: 

Being born to a single mother, who was trying to put herself through college, meant that Jake and his mother were going to struggle. His father was never in the picture for him, and while he asked about him once or twice when he realized he was missing another important parent, he really got no response from his mother. Not that Jake cared, his mom did everything for him. She worked her ass off as a real estate agent for him, and he just never felt that he needed a father in his life despite the fact that she made him keep his father’s last name. It only reminded him of the fact that his father probably left the two of them. It was only recently that his mother told him the truth about what happened to his father, only reinforcing that his father’s an ass.

Despite his blatant, “I don’t care” attitude, Jake can actually be a pretty decent guy once someone breaks through the barrier. Although that task is probably extremely difficult to even break through. Jake keeps his walls up for a reason, mainly because he’s afraid of getting hurt the way that his mother did with his father. He cares, though, boy does he care. If only he could let someone in to show that he’s more than just the guy who loves leather jackets. 

FUN FACT. Jake works at Sherwood Dance Company, and hasn’t exactly lied about where he works, but he hasn’t really told anyone that he works there for a few extra bucks. 

WRITING SAMPLE.

Gun TW, Violence TW

“Please, c’mon you know I have two kids to feed at home.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you tried to turn my guys against me. What were you expectin’? Everyone would just follow you and you’d become the new me? That’s not how it works around here and you know it.” Jake put his hands on the sides of one of his lieutenants before reaching out for someone to give him a gun. In an instant, he had shot him in the temple, walking away from the mess that he just created.

Some things had to be done, it wasn’t as if he enjoyed it, but Jake did what he could to make sure that his father’s business was still running. Four years later and it wasn’t any easier, but Jake needed the respect of his men. He needed their protection and their services. It did help that he was quite distant from feeling anything, the way that one would empathize with another human being: he didn’t have that anymore. He grew rather accustomed to this life pretty quickly, and once Marley broke up with him, he hadn’t stopped sleeping with the same cycle of women, all of them itching for his attention.

“Unless you’d like to join Wright, I suggest you don’t mourn him too hard.” He announced, before getting back to business. One of their own had been brought in for questioning, of course not outing what the Puckerman’s real line of business was, but they needed to get him out and back to them. 

“What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty?” Jake sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t go ahead and get him out on bail. That’ll mean something’s up if I can show them straight that type of money. We gotta be distant from him, we gotta get someone else to do it. Someone who would seem plausible enough to have that money.” He was smart when it came to his business, that was no secret. He had only started recently referring the Alibi’s true business as his own rather than his father’s. He had replaced almost all of his father’s men, bringing in who he wanted to bring in. It’s almost as if he’s forgotten why he agreed to take this over in the first place. 

“We’re gonna have to lay low until all this police activity winds down, I don’t care what other organizations get caught, we’re not gonna be one of ‘em. You hear? We’ve all got to stick together right now and that means making sure none of us get caught. Now before we get to work, let’s have a good time.” They all knew what that meant, that meant they were all going to My Alibi, ladies or men by their sides, and having a damn good time.

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION.

J SHE/HER & 21 7/10. I’m in college but I’m on after classes most of the time. EST N/A.

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Welcome LUCY QUINN FABRAY as NEW QUEEN BEE.  We’re so excited to have you here with us! Make sure to go over the new member checklist.

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION.

CHARACTER TROPE. new kid in town. CHARACTER DESIRED. lucy quinn fabray. FACE-CLAIM.  BIRTH-DATE & AGE. October 7th, age 16. GRADE. junior (11th). ANTI-SHIPS. quinn/forced.

PERSONALITY INFORMATION.

OVERVIEW. 

(so - I did make a moodboard for Lucy, it can be found here.) 

biography -

Lucy Fabray was born into a family of perfectionists. To her parents and her older sister, reputation was everything. That meant being on your best behavior at all times, always aware that anybody could be watching and that the wrong word whispered in somebody’s ear could be your downfall.

Even from a young age, she was somewhat of a black sheep. A shy child, she preferred reading to socializing. She grew used to her mother’s sighs and her father’s scoff, and the very obvious ways in which they favored her older sister. Frannie was the perfect Fabray, after all, with golden hair and a beautiful smile, destined for a bright future of law school and marrying into an equally wealthy family. And Lucy - well, she was content enough with her books, even if she needed to wear thick glasses to read them. 

But even the strongest person can be worn down by years of disapproval and cruelty, and Lucy had never been the strongest to begin with. After all, she was just a young girl, desperate for love and craving approval and friendship.

In the summer between that final year of middle school and the first of high school, she was determined to make a change. She was tired of being bullied, at home and at school. Maybe if she could make herself into what other people expected and wanted, she could make them happy. She could be happy. She got the nose job her parents had been not so subtly suggesting since she was 13. She lost the rest of the stubborn baby fat, and lightened her already light brunette hair to blonde. She even tried to change her name, dropping Lucy and asking to be called by her middle name, Quinn. Alas, the efforts were not to be appreciated by her peers. Instead of being mocked for her shy personality or her literary habits, the taunts turned how hard she tried and how pathetic she was for doing so. She was pretty now, but still not good enough. Even her parents, more focused on Frannie’s impending marriage, disregarded Lucy’s effort.

Then in her sophomore year of high school, the family moved. From one small town in Ohio to another, hardly much of a change, though it was for a business opportunity her father could hardly pass up. For Lucy, it was another chance to start anew. And this time, she was determined to be herself. Soured by her freshman year, she returned to her glasses and her books. Who cared if people didn’t like her? She liked herself, or at least she was trying to. She was on the cusp of discovering her true self (and her sexuality, after the gradual realization that more and more she was appreciating her fellow gender in a not entirely platonic way), and this time, she wouldn’t hide whoever she was for anybody.

She was ready to be Lucy, whoever that girl was. Family and fellow students be damned. And for the first time in a very long while, she was happy with who she was. The contacts have been tossed in the trash, her hair is fading back to a light blonde-ish brown (instead of that painful platinum), and she’s ditched the trendy clothing. Her peers and parents could go jump off a cliff if they didn’t like it.

FUN FACT.  Lucy carries around a notebook that she jots down everything in. This includes random thoughts throughout the day, her first impressions of various people, and just random things she’s noticed. Once a notebook is completely filled up, it’s stored in a box (hidden underneath her bed) with the rest of her journals.

WRITING SAMPLE.

It was almost like something out of a damn fairy tale, as Finn and Rachel’s eyes met across the crowded room. And, Quinn mused, that made her something like the evil queen, didn’t it? At least it felt that way, as a subtle step on Finn’s feet had them spinning on the dance floor, until now she was the one watching Rachel. The brunette was singing some mournful, morbid tune, not at all appropriate for prom. And yet that was just like the brunette, Quinn quietly seethed, to think of nobody but herself. She probably imagined herself the heroine in this tale, and once again, Quinn was the villain.

(And she refused to give any further thought to why she hated the thought of Rachel and Finn together so much, despite not even being in love with Finn; he was a means to an end; a good guy, but hardly the love of her life. But confronting her true feelings for Finn meant confronting her true feelings for Rachel, something she was entirely not ready to do.) 

And later, when they found themselves in the restroom together, it was that memory of Rachel singing to Finn that helped fuel some of the fury behind her slap. How dare Rachel take this night from her, take Finn from her. How could Rachel still be so damned kind to her, after that? “There’s nothing pretty about me.” She found herself saying. “God, I’ve been nothing but a bitch to you.” She had never hated herself more than in this moment, with those wide, brown eyes staring back at her. 

“You should just�� go.” She turned away from Rachel, staring at her red eyed reflection in the mirror. She started to tear the corsage from her wrist, wanting it off. She should probably just go home, now that her boyfriend had been kicked out and her chances of winning prom queen were completely over.

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION.

NAME, NICKNAME/ALIAS. EC PRONOUNS/AGE. 24 ACTIVITY LEVEL/TIMEZONE. EST time zone. I do work part time (evening shifts typically) so I can be pretty active. To put a number on it, a 6 or 7 out of 10. TRIGGERS. rfp. ANYTHING ELSE. UNLESS you wanna hear about the time I accidentally closed this page and had a mini heart attack til I realize tumblr saved it all, nope.

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Welcome SANTANA LOPEZ as NEW QUEEN BEE.  We’re so excited to have you here with us! Make sure to go over the new member checklist.

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION.

CHARACTER TROPE. New Queen Bee. CHARACTER DESIRED. Santana Lopez. FACE-CLAIM. Naya Rivera. BIRTH-DATE & AGE. November 3rd & Seventeen. GRADE. Senior. ANTI-SHIPS. Santana/Forced.

PERSONALITY INFORMATION.

OVERVIEW. Moodboard here. FUN FACT. Santana has a dog named Lucy, short for Lucifer, that is the apple of her eye. Touch her dog and you’ll end up like Heather.

WRITING SAMPLE.

TW: body shaming (?)

“She definitely killed her.”  “I heard she’d been planning this since her freshman year.” “She’s not even crying! I heard she didn’t even go to Heather’s funeral. What best friend she is.” "You know, I saw her and the quarterback in his car last week! Doing the deed, obvi.”

Santana Lopez, the new queen bee of Westerburg, held her head up and her ponytail high as she walked through the halls of her new kingdom. She heard the whispers and saw the stares but those didn’t bother her. She was best friends with Heather Clarke after all and Santana prided herself in her thick skin. Besides, her words hurt so much more. They could look at her any type of way and say whatever they wanted. Truth was, her “bestie” was gone and she was the new queen bee. They’d recognized real soon that she wasn’t a lap dog anymore and was a force to be reckoned with.  Heading to her locker, Santana saw two girls just a few lockers down looking at her. She knew one of them; her name was Jasmine Summers. (She auditioned for the cheerleading team last year and didn’t make the cut. Heather claimed that Jasmine was a little too “round” for the team.) They were probably in awe. She looked amazing. Summer did her well. She was glowing and basking in all her glory. She didn’t blame them. Santana ignored them as she searched for her books for her next class.

Well, she ignored them up until one of them decided to tap her. Santana did not like being tapped. Furrowing her brows, she looked at the girl up and down. It was Jasmine.  “So, is it true? Was it really you?” Jasmine spoke with eager eyes, hopeful for a detailed answer obviously.

Santana didn’t even need for the girl to elaborate on what she was asking. It was clear. She was asking if it was true that Santana killed Heather. Everyone and their mother thought she had something to do with it. Which she didn’t, by the way. They were making breakfast in bed for the bitch. It was one of the few times Santana was actually trying to be nice to Heather. She didn’t switch the glasses. If she ever wanted to kill Heather, it’d be way more thought out. Looked like someone wanted the HBIC dead more than she did. Anyway, just because she wasn’t posting memories of her and Heather every day didn’t mean she wasn’t sad. 

Well, actually, that’s exactly what that meant. Heather was a she-devil, and that meant a lot coming from Santana. Not to be insensitive or anything (well she didn’t really care but whatever) but Santana was in a much more peaceful state of mind now that Heather’s gone. A big weight off of her back lifted. No more playing that “lost puppy” role. She was the big dog now and no one could take that away from her. So no, she wasn’t going to cry and she wasn’t going to make a shrine dedicated to Heather freakin’ Clarke. She’d probably haunt it or something. The last thing Santana wanted was Heather’s ghost in her life. 

Back to Jasmine. She still looked to Santana waiting for an answer. She slammed her locker shut and inched closer to the girl getting all up in her personal space. There had been at least two dozen people whispering about her and her alleged homicide just this morning but no one had the balls to step up to Santana like Jasmine just did. She wanted to make an example of her. This was her first beheading as the queen bee after all so she wanted to make it memorable.

Santana tilted her head and crossed her arms firmly over her chest. “Do I look like I’m on Orange is the New Black? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure someone from the po’-po’ would’ve asked me what I wanted my last meal to be before they plopped my ass in the electric chair. Let me break it down for you, Jasmine. Something you were incapable of doing at try-outs but that’s besides the point. Heather was my bestie and I’m pretty sure if I called on her spirit in a Ouija board she would gladly come down here and haunt your frumpy ass. Maybe you should hit the treadmills instead of asking me if I decided to off my best friend. You’d lose the love handles quicker.” With her signature Cheshire cat smirk, she walked off ready to take on the world. Or Westerburg at least. The crowd that was watching the show parted as she walked down the halls. Looks like they finally took notice of their new leader, their new head bitch.

Heather Clarke, who?

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION.

NAME, NICKNAME/ALIAS. Ari. PRONOUNS/AGE. She/her, Eighteen. ACTIVITY LEVEL/TIMEZONE. I’d say 7/10. I’m in one other roleplay, I’m a student, and I have a job. My life gets pretty hectic sometimes but I always make time for my roleplays. TRIGGERS. RFP. ANYTHING ELSE. I’m glad you came back. :)

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Welcome WILLIAM HUGHES as SON OF A GUN.  We’re so excited to have you here with us! Make sure to go over the new member checklist.

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION.

CHARACTER TROPE. Son of a Gun CHARACTER DESIRED. Original Character FACE-CLAIM. Dominic Sherwood BIRTH-DATE & AGE. December 12th, 17 GRADE. Senior ANTI-SHIPS. N/A only time I won’t do something is if there’s absolutely no chemistry and it’s being forced

PERSONALITY INFORMATION.

OVERVIEW. moodboard

William often times goes by Will, though it’s not necessarily a nickname he clings to and enforces. For the most part, he’s a bit of a loner finding that it’s easier to do things on his own. Sure he has a friend or two around, but he’s just as content sitting off to the side getting high on his own. When he is in a group, it’s his usual gang of troublemakers and people who just don’t care because that’s who he likes to be around. Having other people who don’t care makes him feel a little better about not caring himself. Being the step-son of the Sheriff means there are more expectations for him to behave - expectations that he lets down often. It’s not as if he’s trying to be a bad kid or anything, just that’s what happens to happen. Weed is frowned upon and staying out late gets you labeled as a bit of a troublemaker - not his fault. 

When it comes to relationships, things are often a joke to him. There have been the occasional flings that have been a blast - he’s in one right now even - but things never turn serious. He doesn’t really do serious though whether that’s a consequence of his emotional stunted history or just the way he is, William doesn’t know. For him, love is dead and that was shown the moment his parents separated. Since then, marriage, happily ever afters, and weddings don’t really hold an appeal to him, but that doesn’t matter. He’s in high school. Who gets married in high school anyways?

FUN FACT.  William is allergic to cats, but he still likes petting them.

WRITING SAMPLE.

He wasn’t really sure why they were looking at him. He hadn’t done anything to warrant being watched like a hawk – yet. As he slid down off the concreate block at the top of the stairs, he noticed that they person was still watching him and as he made his way across the quad, those eyes stayed on him. Had he done something this weekend to piss the guy off? Thinking back, William couldn’t remember messing around with anyone. There had been a party and sure he had gone – he had to go – but he hadn’t been too drunk to remember things and he certainly hadn’t been hitting on anyone he shouldn’t have been. So why was it that this guy looked as though he was ready to rip Will’s pretty blonde head off? The afternoon was cooler than he expected it would be, though that could have been more a freak accident of the day rather than it actually cooling down. That happened sometimes and it was why he stashed a jacket in his locker. Being outside was starting to give him the creeps – this guy watching him was starting to give him the creeps. Was he a classmate? William couldn’t put his finger on where he had seen this guy before, though he wanted to assume it had been in the hallways.

He was still for only a minute, looking around to see who his witnesses would be if things got bad. He wanted to know who would be the witnesses to his murder, a gruesome thought to have, but he was thinking it before it could be stopped. Something felt off about the moment and the cliché status of it made the boy want to heave a bit. It was so creepy thriller. He was being watched by someone he couldn’t remember at a time where he wasn’t alone and yet he felt like the only other person within miles. This was how people in those movies got killed.

Snapping back to reality from his own thoughts was difficult, but he did it. William shook his head just a bit before realizing the person who had been there before, staring at him, was no longer there. The beating of his heart in his chest stopped then started up again, rapidly increasing as he looked around for sign of this mysterious student who couldn’t be found again. It was the lack of sleep, that was all. He was just tired and imagining things because everything had been so fucked lately. That was it. He just needed to get back to class, try to make it through the day, and then he would be home safe where there was at least a gun within reach. All he had to do was survive through the school day. 

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION.

NAME, NICKNAME/ALIAS. J PRONOUNS/AGE. she/her 25 ACTIVITY LEVEL/TIMEZONE. currently a student, but on almost every night. TRIGGERS. rfp. ANYTHING ELSE.

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Welcome ROSEMARY MATTHEWS as PLAIN JANE. We’re so excited to have you here with us! Make sure to go over the new member checklist. 

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION.

CHARACTER TROPE. Plain Jane CHARACTER DESIRED. Rosemary Matthews (OC) FACE-CLAIM. Willa Fitzgerald BIRTH-DATE & AGE. October 5th, 17 years old GRADE. Senior ANTI-SHIPS. N/A

PERSONALITY INFORMATION.

OVERVIEW.

A tried and true wallflower, Rosemary Matthews has never strived to be the center of attention. No, she grew up watching her older sister having that pressure put on her, and though it seemed like her sister could do no wrong, Rosemary has always known that she is nothing like her sister. Or her younger brother, for that matter. She was never good at sports like her siblings or interested in math (her sister’s specialty) or science (her brother’s). She never wanted to be Homecoming royalty, to personally save lives, or to personally create a masterpiece of engineering that would no doubt help others for generations to come. She was just Rosemary, and though it felt like it wasn’t quite enough for her parents, that was enough for her.

Naturally graceful, at the age of four she was placed in ballet to get her into a more active daycare. The class at 4 turned into multiple classes all the way until the present - her senior year of high school. It wasn’t immediate, but slowly but surely Rosemary fell in love with an artform that allowed her to be more than she ever thought she was capable of. As a ballerina she got her chance to be the center of attention with no pressure to keep it up put on her outside of rehearsals and performances. With ballet she is consistently living her best life, but as a high school student she can’t be in the dance studio all the time. Currently she balances her time in there with her time at school, where in addition to attending classes she is also a member of the school paper and yearbook committee.

Having a certain amount of social anxiety, she doesn’t have too much of a social life in Sherwood. Rosemary avoids parties entirely and has kept her social sphere small. She has a grand total of three friends who she can mentally assign different levels of friendship (and therefore trust) to, and it is only those people that have varying levels of knowledge of the true Rosemary. For the most part Rosemary likes to keep her issues to herself, but her best friend knows her better than anyone and has therefore heard and advised on absolutely everything. With her best friend she’ll discuss anything, from politics to opinions on others. And the other two friends? They have only a vague idea that something’s not quite right with her family dynamics, but they still know more about her than the average stranger. They get way more than the typically short weather and current headlines chats that Rosemary reserves for strangers in awkward social interactions.

Overall, Rosemary is that girl - the nice but quiet one who is mostly forgettable until you actually get to know her. Working towards becoming a journalist someday (she’s nothing if not realistic about a future in ballet), Rosemary is focused on keeping as low of a profile as possible in her Senior year… something which is becoming increasingly hard to do when people are side-eyeing her about what happened to Heather.

FUN FACT. Rosemary doesn’t curse and instead uses replacement words. Her sister once told her that people who curse only do so because their vocabularies aren’t large enough to come up with other words, and for some reason that’s stuck with her.

WRITING SAMPLE.

“We’re due for a five,” Rosemary heard the stage manager tell the choreographer quietly, and had she been able to jump for joy in that moment, she would have. Everything was fine. Rosemary was fine. She just needed a break and then she’d be good to continue until 9pm. And luckily that break was just about to happen. A moment later the choreographer officially called the break, and Rosemary began timing. She had five minutes to grab some water, sit down, assess her to do list for that night, mentally go over her choreography, and get some air… and luckily she could do basically all of those things at the same time.

59 seconds later she was sitting on the steps outside, sipping quickly from her water bottle as she tried to go over the steps they’d just been practicing in her mind. For some reason she wasn’t remembering all of the choreography as well as she usually would, and so every spare moment she had she was making sure to drill things into her mind. It was as Rosemary tried to remember the next steps of the sequence that they had yet to practice that day that her mind began to wander to other things - her to do list, recent events. That evening she had to do homework for two of her classes - a draft of a paper for Environmental Science and five chapters of a book for her English class. She also had to work on a story for the paper, and there was a dinner with her family coming up to celebrate her sister getting into med school that she was majorly stressing over. Thinking about it then, it really wasn’t that much, but all together things were feeling sort of daunting. Maybe, however, all of that wasn’t what was keeping her from fully being able to concentrate that night.

Her classmate, Heather Clarke, was dead. A suicide, apparently. The most popular girl in school had committed suicide and no one knew why. They had gotten the notification that day, and Rosemary was honestly surprised that the world was still turning at Westerburg High. Didn’t most places at least cancel class when a student died? Especially in a town as small and tight knit as Sherwood. Everyone who had lived there for a while had known Heather, and though she wasn’t the most liked of people… she was popular. There was a reason for that. Rosemary and Heather hadn’t been friends, but they certainly hadn’t been enemies… at least, not until that fight that happened suspiciously close to when Heather had ended things. They had ended on bad terms. And now she was gone. And yeah, a memorial had probably already sprung up outside of her locker, but why weren’t people freaking out about it more? The most popular girl in school had killed herself, and maybe the town was just paralyzed by shock, but to Rosemary it just felt like no one was reacting correctly. Then again, was she? After all, she had pushed it to the back of her mind, going about her day as normally as she could before the news somehow managed to bubble to the forefront of her mind once again. She had even managed to push it away so well that she had been wondering why she was having a rougher time than usual with her choreography that evening. Unconsciously her mind was having none of that, but was she a bad person for consciously maintaining a ‘show must go on’ mentality?

“Rosemary?” she heard a male voice say quietly from behind her after what seemed like only seconds. “The five is almost up.” Wait. How? Rosemary almost didn’t believe it, since it felt like she’d just sat down, but (as her dance partner) Ashton had consistently been the one to give her proper warning regarding their five, so she trusted him to be right. Apparently she had just gotten so lost in her thoughts that time had flown by. “Thanks, Ashton. I’ll just be a second,” she replied after a moment, making no move to get up just quite yet. She would momentarily, but she was sort of in a weird and distracted head space at that point and she needed to get back on track before she went inside. Distracted meant potential injury, and she couldn’t risk that.

“Everything cool?” she heard Ashton ask only seconds after Rosemary realized that he had not yet headed back. The question took her by surprise. “What?” she started, immediately launching into her usual response to the question. “Oh, no. I’m fine. Sorry.” But she wasn’t fine, and Ashton was at that point at least at a level of friendship with her that she could reveal that the events of that day had shaken her up a bit. “I just-do you think it’s weird that we’re still rehearsing tonight? With the news about Heather and everything?” she asked carefully before taking a sip of water, standing as she waited for his answer. “I mean, kind of. But the dance recital is next week and you know that we’re going to end up dedicating every event in the next month to her. The show must go on and everything. Plus, dancing is kind of like group therapy, right?” he asked rhetorically, eliciting a nod from the blonde in response. All of that was more or less true, and he had reasoned it out in a way that made her feel a little better about her own reaction to the news.

With a nod and a quick “You’re right,” Rosemary moved to the door, pulling it open and gesturing for Ashton to enter first before she followed him back to the dance studio. Immediately snapping back into rehearsal mode as the stage manager called her out for being late, the girl knew that it wouldn’t take her long to temporarily forget about Heather Clarke. She’d confront her thoughts on everything again later and in private, but until 9pm she had a task to do. And honestly? Thank goodness.

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NAME, NICKNAME/ALIAS. Katy PRONOUNS/AGE. She/Her, 23 ACTIVITY LEVEL/TIMEZONE. 7/10. I have a full-time job, but I can still be pretty active and I can be very active at night and on weekends. EST. TRIGGERS. rfp. ANYTHING ELSE. I have a few inspiration/aesthetic posts on the mock blog, as well as some in-character interactions from when I used to play her in a murder mystery-style 1x1. The interaction posts would, of course, be deleted were the account to be used for the group.

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