#DSAMeg

[disneystudyabroad]

Congratulations to Meg and Peter! You advance to the next round! Please submit a different song for tomorrow for people to vote on and good luck!

[wrong-side-ofthe-tracks-blog]

Hey Meg,

So I think we started off on the wrong foot, so I grabbed you a carton of smokes. Can't have the only exciting person around here hating me. 

[cruise-confessions]

Tia catches too much shit for what she does, no one called Meg out over what happened with Pegasus and Rajah.

[oldpegasus-blog]

Hon?

Where are you? I miss you!

[harsh-and-untameable-blog]

Meg

'Ow is de baby?

[old-dsameg-account-blog]

MUST READ: Meg's untimely demise.

Meg stumbled down the hall, stumbling and out of breath. Blood covered her skin and leached from the cuts in her skin. She tried to scream, but barely a noise escaped her tired lips. She had already screamed too much tonight. She was spent. Sobs racked her body as she ran as far away as she could from the masked figure chasing her through the boat. No one could help her now. She was alone. 

It was a mystery to her as to how she had gotten out, or even why she was there in the first place. In the bowels of the ship, she had laid, strapped down and tortured for the better part of an hour before she had escaped and run to the main dock. She had barely made out of the passage way before she heard the clunking footsteps of the figure behind her. 

Her legs barely carried her around one more dark corner before she collapsed against the wall. The tears falling down her face left streaks in the blood. She attempted to put pressure on the wounds to stop the bleeding, but there were too many. Then, the figure found her. The figure stepped forward and looked down at her. "Please?" she begged in a pathetic whisper. "Please, just leave me alone. I have a son!"

"There you are," the masked figure whispered, ignoring her pleas.  "I told you not to run off. Now I just have to end our fun." The figure crouched down and ran a finger down her damp cheek and sighed. "And I was having so much fun." 

The figure reached down and gently took a hold of her arm. The track mark that the needle in the figure's hand would leave would not stand out on Meg's skin. She watched in horror as the figure inserted the needle filled with air into her skin and pushed down on the plunger. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, waiting for the stop that was bound to come. It was only a split second of pain, but it was there. The air bubble passing through her veins and reaching her heart, effectively stopping it. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and Meg slumped over onto the floor, dead. 

The figure picked her up and carried her, almost lovingly, to the closet of the ball room and laid her to sleep. Forever.

ooc I'm not sure if I did this correctly, but I was told to kill her off at midnight. The other mods will be able to explain better than I can. 

This was short, because it was late when I remembered to write this, and I got lazy. So this is what you get. And let's be honest, I would probably end up crying if I wrote a lot more, and I don't wanna do that. So... yeah. This is the beginning to our murder mystery! More info to be given out tomorrow. Or... later today.

[disneystudyabroad]

Meg

[toughalleycattoo]

Get High With a Little Help from my Friends | Closed

Toulouse had never had a problem maintaining a stash. With his barely-there mother and his own bank account and income from his art, that was the easy part. The hard part was finding someone to actually smoke with. Meg usually was game, but she wasn't answering his texts. Alice wasn't as fond of weed as she was acid. He just felt like chillin' though, maybe eating some atrocity of a sandwich that looked like it came from an episode of "Scooby Doo". And to his knowledge, not too many people around here enjoyed grass. Maybe Tiger Lily, but she seemed to be a handsy one.

Toulouse tucked a fresh blunt in his pocket and set off to explore, looking for someone to smoke it with. There had to be someone who would. He wandered through the halls of the hotel, stopping occasionally to ask a friendly face if they would join them. However polite or rude their negative answer was, he just grinned and moved on. There would be someone willing somewhere along the line. Finally, though, Toulouse did run out of people to ask.

He plopped himself down on a bench out of the way, and rested his elbows on his knees while he thought. So he hadn’t made any new friends. He shrugged that off. He didn’t mind. He liked the friends he had.  And it was nice to share a joint, but he didn’t need to. He could always paint. Maybe he’d do that. Call room service, get high, and paint, since his roomie was out for the day.

Something small and white and familiarly furry nosed around the corner and up the hall to his foot. The little white rabbit stood up, little pink nose twitching as he looked at Toulouse. “Hey, Bubblebutt.” Toulouse greeted, scratching the small creature’s ears. “What’re you doing out?” Probably, Toulouse guessed, either Alice or Lilo got too excited going someplace and forgot to check the door, releasing their pet to the wilds of the Cambodian hotel. Toulouse scooped Alice’s friend up and set off to return him.

Upon arriving at her room though, the door ha been firmly shut, and no one answered his knock. He shrugged and gave the rabbit a sympathetic glance, “Guess you’re staying with me for a bit, buddy.” He toted the bunny off to his room, releasing him onto the floor. Soon enough, he’d forgotten about the rabbit, now safely locked in his room, and lit up his joint. Which is why Alice found her two boys cuddled up together on Toulouse’s bed, the remains of a room service feast on the table, and both of them sound asleep.

[wrong-side-ofthe-tracks-blog]

Meg,

Nice dress. Wish I'd seen it on you first.

[as-sweet-as-a-cupcake-blog]

Meg.

  Finished the cupcake. Happy Birthday!

[oldpegasus-blog]

Private Party /Meg and Pegasus/

"Oh good, me too!" Pegasus replied, grinning as he halted his dancing. Well, if he could even call it that in the first place. He peered around the room, where a few more people had trickled in since his own arrival. "Come on," he urged, taking her by the hand and leading her toward the drink table. "Let's get ourselves a few of these cups of punch,and see what kind of "things" we can get into. Shall we?" He picked up two cups after releasing her hand, passing two to her and holding two more in his own hands. "Come on, follow me." It didn't take long to get through the crowd (small as it was) and down the halls and steps to his room. He fumbled for a minute to get his key with his hands full, but by magic he manged to not spill anything and get them both in. "Home sweet....home, I suppose," he said dramatically, gesturing around the living space.

[harsh-and-untameable-blog]

ooc: my friends have been playing this nonstop in the car. Figured I'd share. Elizabeth Gillies as Lucy, Ariana Grande as Charlotte. 

[old-dsameg-account-blog]

Texts between Meg (M) and Rajah (R)

R: Meg. Hey.

M: Look, Rajah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. You didn't deserve to be led on like that. I'm really not a good person, though.

R: You led me on?

M: Yeah, I shouldn't have even left the beach with you. Then spending the night... that's not something I do. Ever. It might have given you the wrong idea. The idea that I can actually hold a civil relationship.

R: It wasn't like you implied we'd be together forever.

M: Eww. No. But I don't even have a regular friendship. They all have other contributing factors behind them. And the fact that I can't even handle staying over one night should tell you something.

R: It told me a lot. Like that you wanted to seduce me but didn't.

M: Couldn't. Not didn't, couldn't. Your resolve is stronger than most men's.

R: You didn't try very hard.

M: That's besides the point.

R: I can't tell if you're trying to lie to me or yourself.

M: Does it matter?

R: I don't want to be your soulmate. I just don't want to be one of your one night stands.

M: That's all I can handle.

R: You kept my shirt.

M: I wasn't going to change in your room and risk waking you up!

R: You're free to come steal another one whenever you want.

M: It's not a matter of what I want. It's what is going to end up worse for you.

R: It's sweet that you worry about me.

M: You're twisting my words...

R: You care how this all ends up for me. You don't want to just use me.

M: I don't want to get attached.

R: Why not?

M: Because attachment means emotion. And that means that I could get hurt again. There's no fucking way in hell I'm letting that happen again.

R: So you never want to see me again?

M: I don't know what I want. I just think that if you knew all of the baggage that came along with me, you wouldn't want to see me again. And I wouldn't blame you. I have more baggage than an airport

R: You could try me.

M: You don't want to play this game.

R: I miss you but I've kept my distance because that's what you wanted.

M: You need to keep your distance. It's not that I want you to, it's that you need to. I'm mixed up in a lot of bad shit that I need to keep away from here.

R: Let me help you.

M: No. I can't do that to you. It's so much worse than anyone knows. I mean, Sid has an idea, but only because I had to beg him to cover for me and cause we're from the same social circle. I cannot involve you in this.

R: I'm already involved.

M: How? How the fuck do you think you're involved in the shit storm that is my life?

R: Because I care about you.

M: You shouldn't. You should run far as away from me as you can and find a girl that doesn't owe her dealer 3k.

R: Three thousand?

M: Yeah, and that't not even the start of it.

R: Then tell me.

M: Fine. But remember, you asked for this I owe my dealer 3k and he's threatening to hurt my family if I don't pay up soon. I was supposed to have a kid about a month and a half ago and I still regret the choice I made about that all the time. I have one night stands with tourists where ever we end up and steal from them because I'm too fucking proud to ask anyone for help. I'm afraid of emotional intimacy because everyone I've gotten close to has hurt me. 

[toughalleycattoo]

1 New Message from:

Toulouse: Meg... I need to get high... you busy?

[sidgrowdup-blog]

Meg Meg Meg. I want to play this song. You need to sing it. Say yes.

[disneystudyabroad]

No really, you guys are perfection. Your choices are wonderful and you're great mods. So... Here's some love from me to you.

Thank you.