#I'm LAUGHING and the fact there's another gif for Monty's collection

[manybcdthings]

"Shut the fuck up." Hunter sighed, not sure what he was expecting when he'd already fought Jackson Jones twice and the two men just floored one another both times, at the same fucking time. It wasn't a loss and not even Ryan's snarky attitude would make Hunter feel like it. He took the beer, knocking his fist against his brother's chest in thanks but he used the drink to swirl and cleanse the blood resting in his mouth, spitting it to the ground quickly. "Where's Elliot? Wolf's next." he nodded again to the ring and then glanced Ryan up and down with a scathing look. "You ever get sick of your own voice, asshole? Last time I saw you in that ring you didn't fucking have any wrinkles. Shut up."

where: fight night, abandoned barn

with: hunter cross and ryan cross @manybcdthings

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"You almost had'im, I guess." Ryan grinned at his brother, beer waiting to be passed over once Hunter had a moment to weep in the loss. It wasn't even a loss, it was a draw but...a loss, because it wasn't a win. Couldn't be Ryan. "Maybe next time, huh? Or maybe let Asher have a turn in that ring. Think our age is catching up to us, gotta know when to say when." he said lightly before he laughed. He sipped his own beer, squinting one eye as he peered at some of the bruising that was appearing over Hunter's face. He laughed again, a little mean as he shook his head. "Let me guess, you'll rock up to Lia's trailer in the morning like sup honey, look what your big strong man got up to."

[ollieinoue]

He wandered over towards the table Eddie was at, perching on one of the seats, folding his leg underneath himself and sitting up on his knee as he listened to what it seemed the other wanted to push forward instead of talking about school work. Ollie raised his eyebrows, about to open his mouth to say that 'sorry I can't tell you why we're not talking' assuming that was what this line of curiosity was going to be about. Eddie was already probably too involved with anything dealing with Sam, and he wasn't going to drag more people into this. But suddenly they were taking a different turn and Ollie looked confused for a moment. "Oh," he said, and shrugged with a small laugh, "a journal page is a little generous." He thought that they all only thought that was what it was because that's what Mari said it was. Which, obviously, made a lot of sense and she would probably know. But who knew.

He questioned a moment how honest to be. It wasn't that he didn't trust Eddie. Frankly Eddie had proved himself trustworthy simply by stepping in to help Sam out, especially doing it behind his family's (and the polices) back. But … There were things he didn't totally want people to know.

"Do you want to see it? Just that one or like … all of them?" He was already fishing around in his bag to pull his phone out of it's pocket and turning it on. "Just the journal bits, or the other stuff to. -- Well, I'll just…" Ollie popped up from his seat dragging it closer to Eddie as he opened the album on his phone where he was collecting pictures of everything (almost everything) that people had shown him. "So, these were all gotten last year in the Haunted House. There might be more, I don't know but these are the only ones I've seen." Lie. "Me and Parker -- separately -- found the flight information about Portugal. We anonymously turned that into the cops and they not only did fuck all with it, they also asked if people knew who could have turned the information in. So much for anonymous tips," he said rolling his eyes. He showed Eddie what he found ( FLIGHT 1728, NYC > PORTUGAL, JUNE 5, 2022 ) and what Parker found ( FLIGHT 1920 PORTUGAL > NYC AUGUST 29, 2022 ).

"There was another one someone showed me, but I didn't get a picture of that because I hadn't thought about it at that point." He thought about him and Monty the morning after Halloween in his bed, talking about if they thought Greer was Thirteen Reasons Why-ing them or not. "It said something like 'there are letters explaining everything'. Or something like that. I'm not totally sure it was from this journal, or was something else entirely but still something to note," he shrugged and flipped to the next photo showing the scrap of the journal that he'd gotten from Milo. "This was from Milo."

MAY 2022 god, it’s so fucked. [redacted] knows about the accident. obviously, but…[redacted] it wasn’t me driving, since i let [redacted] drive that night.

There was something that caught his attention in all the information they knew now. "You know here the first redacted bit, saying someone knew about the accident? Maybe it was Penny… It seems like her and Greer were clearly talking about a lot of stuff. Right?" Something he might have to note down later as an idea. He hesitated after that for the simple fact that the next one had nothing to do with any of this, and he hadn't told anyone about it yet. He decided to skip the next photo he'd taken of the paper Jesse had shown him months and months after everyone else, just because it didn't seem to have anything to do with the topic, and he didn't want to go off on too much of a tangent.

"There could be more, I have another, if you really want to see it, but it doesn't really have anything to do with this as far as I can tell." Just for full disclosure, then he added, "but those are all I've seen." Another lie, of course. But Ollie had been the one to tell Link not to show theirs to anybody, why would he turn around and do that exact thing. "Why were you and Milo talking about it? You mentioned texts?"

Attentive eyes glossing over a particularly entertaining essay on Cervantes’ influences when writing Don Quixote, Edward’s head only perks up from his laptop when he notices the shadow of someone standing really close by. The sight of Ollie, shrouded in bright, autumnal sunlight, making him squit to protect his sensible eyes from the glow that seemed almost as if it emanated from Ollie himself. He offers a brief little smile in greeting before he turns to the window – the sky a cloudless, cool blue drape extending beyond his field of vision – and realizes how atypically clear that day was. “Yeah. And I hope it gets really cold too...” He had always associated the winter with the idea of comfort – maybe because he had always had a roof over his head and warm clothes to protect himself – but it had always been his favorite season. And he knew it was silly, but there was this fear in the back of his mind that, one day, there wouldn’t be much of a difference between summer and winter anymore – global warming and all –, and so he always looked forward to the colder months knowing that at least for now there was time to enjoy them. “Classes are okay, I guess.” He shrugs. There are things he loves and things he hates, and he sort of tries to balance them out. On the one hand, he’s at the top of the class in every subject of his literature program – really, straight-A student, just like in high school. On the other hand, though, he struggles to keep his head above water in most of his computer science classes… “I might need your help with a couple projects, though.” He nods in the direction of the chair directly across from him, inviting Ollie to join. “But I’ll text you the details later. Nothing urgent…” There was, however, something rather urgent he wanted to talk to Ollie about. “But, um, I need to ask you something. About the texts we all got a couple of weeks ago…” He doesn’t wait, “Milo said you guys weren’t talking… But, he also told me you might be able to help me.” He went on, trying to not sound too incisive for fear of seeming intrusive. “He said you had a page from Greer’s journal about her being in a car crash where she’d let someone else drive… Milo and I also got texts that mentioned an accident... Could you, like, tell me what else it says...?”