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gleedalehq · 5 years ago

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“If there was one thing in Riverdale you could always count on, come Hell, high water or even the death of a beloved daughter of the town; the glee must go on.”

Jacqueline St. James and Aston Jones proudly present:

A Masquerade in Honor of their Engagement

On the evening of October 26th, the citizens of Riverdale gathered at Bridgemont Estate to celebrate the engagement of the town’s prominent it-couple, Jackie St. James and Aston Jones.

The masked celebration had started as harmless fun and entertainment all around, the many citizens of Riverdale; from the Northside Elites to the Southside Serpents and everything in between, busy enjoying the refreshments and the mystery of who’s who behind the glamorous masks quickly turned into a Halloween horror show that no one had been expecting.

Late in the evening Clara Evans and Peyton July found themselves far from the celebratory masquerade, wandering by the shoreline of Sweetwater River as each woman enjoyed a brief respite from the night’s festivities despite the cold weather. After seeking a moment of solitude and peace from the boisterous crowds, the women stumbled across a dark secret that someone had gone through a lot of trouble to ensure stayed hidden.

Screams of horror filled the night air, although their wailing did not reach the party behind them leaving many in ignorance as the girls recognized the greenish-black, bloated deformity that used to be Riverdale’s it-girl, Sebrina Smythe, and soon after the police were called to the scene.

Upon the arrival of the Clarksville police department, the masquerade was abruptly shut down, drawing in a crowd to the scene out of morbid curiosity. After all, scandalous affairs like this never happen in a town like Riverdale. Rumors spread throughout the small town community like wildfire. Whispers pertaining to the identity of the body that washed ashore, but nothing fanned the flames of the gossip mongers quite like the scene caused by Sebastian Smythe himself once whispers of the dead body reached him. Many onlookers described the only son of the Smythe family wailing, trying to bulldoze his way towards the body as it was being loaded into the ambulance and taken away, being held back by multiple officers as the coroner drove the body away from the scene.

BODY OF SEBRINA SMYTHE EMERGES, RUINING HALLOWEEN ENGAGEMENT PARTY

On Saturday, October 26th, anyone and everyone in Riverdale donned their best mask for a night of anonymous fun with a good old fashion Masquerade party. With entertainment and the venue provided by the St. James family, it was a night meant to celebrate the union of two prominent families, but it quickly turned into a night that no one would soon forget.

After receiving a disturbing call from a panicked woman and her companion (since identified as Peyton July and Clara Evans) police and emergency personnel gathered at the Bridgemont Estate to recover a dead body. According to the coroners' report, the body has since been identified as Riverdale’s own Sebrina Smythe. Sebrina, who was thought to have drowned during the evening of the Fourth of July, washed up at approximately 11pm on Saturday, her body riddled with obvious signs of being in the water for too long.

A full autopsy has been since conducted, and according to the medical examiners’ office Sebrina was not the victim of an accidental drowning, as previously thought, but rather cold-blooded homicide. The report lists the six stab wounds varied across her torso credited as the cause of death, thought to be most likely caused by a kitchen knife due to the size and shape reported a source from inside the ME’s office. It is unclear at this moment which of the wounds caused the fatal blow.

The autopsy report also detailed that Sebrina Smythe died a full two weeks after when she was initially believed to have gone missing, and her killer went to great lengths to try to cover up their crime as there were post mortem bruisings that indicated she had been tied and weighed down for several months. Due to the decay of the tissue, the water bloat, and the contamination to the body due to the native creatures living in the river, it’s hard to say if police will be able to gather any usable evidence at this time. Interesting to note, according to our source inside the ME’s office, it has also been discovered that the victim was six weeks pregnant at the time of her death but no names of the father have been released at this time.

Though no official motive or suspects have been released at this time, it is believed that Sebastian Smythe, the victim’s twin brother, is considered a serious person of interest due to inconsistencies in his previous story about the night of the supposed accident on the Fourth of July.

#gdhqregister #gdhqplot

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monkeysky · 6 years ago

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@warioland420

#september

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bridgemontfamilyfarms1 · 4 years ago

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Merry Christmas to Everyone and a Happy New Year! • #bridgemontfamilyfarms, #getabouvie, #merrychristmas, #2020, #family, #bouvierdesflandres, #love, #happy, #joyful, #instagram, #peace, #goodwill, #jesus, #holidays, #children, #puppies • We at Bridgemont Family Farms would like to send out a warm-season greeting to all of our family, friends, and extended family. A wonderful Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Have a beautiful time sharing your holidays with your loved ones and friends! — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3rt85iv

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marveliciousfanace · 7 years ago

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Eggsy, Merlin, 14. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this.”

Hope you meant them platonically, because there isn’t enough of these boys being bros.

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“Jesus Christ,” Eggsy braces himself against the wall,feeling abruptly like he’s going to be sick. “I don’t know if I can go throughwith this.”

Somewhere behind him, Merlin says calmly, “You can andyou will.”

Eggsy turns back around and frowns at his friend andmentor, “Shouldn’t you be agreeing with me? You’re supposed to talk me out ofthis.”

Merlin raises an eyebrow, “Am I? No one told me.”

Eggsy waves a hand, “You’re supposed to say that it’sa terrible idea, that it’ll jeopardise my position at Kingsman. That this life istoo dangerous to take on someone else, that she’ll always be worried about mysafety or fretting that I’m going to have to sleep with someone else orsomething. That I’ll be gone all the time and it’s not fair to her, and that Ican’t be in the public eye because that kind of messes with the whole ‘secretagent’ thing.”

“Do you want me to say those things?”

“Um…”

“Because we both know they’re a load of shite.”

Eggsy blinks, “I’m sorry?”

Merlin winces, his expression turning pinched in thatway it gets when he’s been upright too long, and he sits down in the chair tuckedinto the corner. As he relaxes, he says, “Tilde knows exactly what she’s signingup for with you. If you actually manage to get your shit together and have aconversation with her, then you’ll be fine. Yes, you’ll be gone a lot, and yes,you may potentially have to sleep with a target, but I can make sure you’reonly sent on honeypots if absolutely necessary and as long as you’re carefulabout it, there is this lovely thing known as the internet that can be used tocommunicate over long distances.” Merlin smirks, “As for not being in the publiceye, that’s fairly standard for those marrying into royalty. No one will think you’restrange for camera-dodging.”

“You really think I should do it?”

“I’m not sure why you’d think I wouldn’t.”

“I mean,” Eggsy shrugs, “you ain’t exactly the mostemotional guy.” He pauses, realizing just how stupid that statement sounds, andcorrects himself, “Okay, maybe that ain’t the best way to phrase it, but you’re,what, sixty something?”

“Fifty-three,” Merlin mutters.

“Whatever. And you’re a workaholic, and you’re stillsingle, and I just figured if there was anyone at Kingsman who would tell menot to get married, it’d be you.”

Merlin folds his hands together, “You’re right. I’m aworkaholic, and I’m single. But don’t think for a minute that that means I don’tapprove of love. Love keeps you going, Eggsy. It gives you something to fightfor.”

“That’s what Harry said.”

“Well, there you go,” Merlin says. “Harry’s a smartman, on occasion.” There’s a little twitch in the corner of his mouth, acarefully hidden tell that Eggsy almost misses.

He hesitates, and then asks, “Are you ever going totell him?”

Merlin tenses, “Tell who what?”

“Are you ever gonna tell Harry that you’re in lovewith him?”

Merlin sighs, “I think I missed my chance with that,lad. Maybe a few decades ago, when I was younger and bolder and not missingmost of my legs-“

“Those are really shitty excuses, bruv,” Eggsy tellshim. “So what if you ain’t young? You’re experienced.You and Harry have been through hell and back together. And he doesn’t care about your legs, any morethan you care about his eye. You both fucking died and came back. If that doesn’ttell you that life is too short to waffle about on stupid shit like this, whatwill? Just go for it. Worst he can do is say no.”

“I think I liked you better when you didn’t talk back,”Merlin says, but the words are playful. He hauls himself to his feet, still abit unsteady on the prosthetics, “But I’ll take it under advisement. And as foryou, I’ll call in Bridgemont so he can start making alterations. We want thisto fit properly.” He flicks Eggsy’s shoulder lightly.

“Hey, I look ace, and you know it.”

“Well, you’ve certainly looked worse.”

“Which one of us is wearing a skirt? Because I’m prettysure only one of us has the legs to pull it off.” Eggsy grins at the bad joke,and Merlin rolls his eyes.

“It’s a kilt, Eggsy, and it’s traditional.”

“Heard it’s traditional not to wear pants under it.Bet Harry’ll love that.”

“Eggsy?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

#ask games #post tgc #merlahad #eggsy x tilde #merlin #eggsy unwin #my thoughts #my writing #i love these boys in every universe and i can never decide between old married couple merlahad or pining merlahad #so i write both

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quentin-destjeor · 7 years ago

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“Some of those Bridgemont Academy cheerleaders are pretty hot. Have you seen them?”

#silveroak:start #idek lol

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thermoplasticplaygroundmarkings · 4 years ago

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Playground Basketball Painting in Bridgemont #Basketball #Surface #Line #Marking #Bridgemont https://t.co/CHgd3hsEaK

— Playground Markings (@markingscompany) October 30, 2020

#thermoplastic markings #thermoplastic designs #surface designs #thermoplastic surfacing #design mark

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sometownie · 7 years ago

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@kayleigh-83 replied to your post: going through my old simsblog is making me pretty...

This sounds exactly like Bridgemont for me! Huge and old hood I played for about 10 years, more than 50 households. I still have it but have been playing my new hood Brightmaple more, which is sooooooo much faster it’s ridiculous! It’s also kind of nice to start from scratch, playing in a rotation so everyone is aging together, I didn’t do that at all in my old hood so it was all over the place. I will still play it sometimes for nostalgia since I’ve had some of those families forever though!

oh man, you’re lucky to still have your old hood! my strangetown eventually got so corrupted i decided to stop playing it, even though i do have the files around somewhere. and yes, that sounds familiar how playing with no rules/rotation causes a huge mess! i used to have some sims who were about the same age as their parents since they lived on different lots. or how on some lots it would be winter and in the household across the street it’s summer.

ah, good times. tho i must agree, starting from scratch felt so good!

#replies #kayleigh-83

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athenaofthesea · 7 years ago

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Athena Ray (Incomplete) Family Tree

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The Moorish family is an old one, spanning many generations of rulers over the merkingdom in the Pacific Ocean. The current head of the family is Paio Moorish, king of the merfolk in his kingdom.

Athena Ray is the direct descendent of royality in the Moorish line and a more distant descendent of merfolk nobility in the Atlantic Ocean, United Kingdom. She is currently unaware and unsuspecting of her family’s origins.

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MOTHER:

Full name: Melinda Elsbeth Ray Gender: Female (deceased) Mother: Sofia Adelaide Moorish Father: James Bridgemont Ray Partner: TBD Birth date: 6 Nov 1792 Death date: 4 Oct 2017

Bio notes: FC: Sandra Bullock (younger) Nationality: American/English/ Scottish/German/Irish/Greek

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MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER

Full name: Sofia Adelaide Moorish Gender: Female (deceased) Mother: Emilia Moorish Father: Caspian Lynch Partner: James Bridgemont Ray

Birth place: United States Profession: Merkingdom Princess Bio notes: FC: Olivia Wilde Nationality: American/Scottish/German/Irish/Greek

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MATERNAL GRANDFATHER

Full name: James Bridgemont Ray Gender: Male Late partner: Sofia Adelaide Moorish

Birth place: England Profession: English Merkingdom Royalty (Duke) Bio notes: FC: Orlando Bloom Nationality: English/German

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MATERNAL GREAT GRANDMOTHER

Full name: Emilia Moorish Gender: Female (deceased) Mother: King & Queen Partner: Caspian Lynch

Birth place: United States Bio notes: Nationality: American/Scottish/German

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MATERNAL GREAT GRANDFATHER

Full name: Caspian Lynch Gender: Male (deceased) Partner: Emilia Moorish

Birth place: United States Bio notes: Nationality: Irish/Greek

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MATERNAL GREAT, GREAT AUNT

Full name: Kai Moorish Gender: Female Partner: Muir Moorish

Bio notes: Nationality: Native Hawaiian

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MATERNAL GREAT, GREAT UNCLE

Full name: Muir Moorish Gender: Male Mother: King & Queen Partner: Kai Moorish

Bio notes: Nationality: American/Scottish/German

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MATERNAL GREAT AUNT

Full name: Nadia Moorish Gender: Female Partner: Paio Moorish

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MATERNAL GREAT UNCLE

Full name: Paio Moorish Gender: Male Mother: Kai Moorish Father: Muir Moorish Partner: Nadia Moorish

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#headcanon #╰♔╮❝ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ yᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴꜱ ❞ (ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ)#westhollowtask #// so basically she's Paio's great niece #// i never elaborated on her royal status in her bio so here it is #// incomplete because idk anything about her dad yet as its a wanted connection asdfg

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kayleigh-83 · 7 years ago

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They’d barely begun making the snowman when the penguin appeared, like he’d just been waiting!

#ts2 gameplay #ts2 maxis match #ts2 simblr #ts2 #simblr #maxis match #thesims2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 #bridgemont #lilah fox #sybil fox

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gleedalehq · 5 years ago

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a dark secret unveiled

Who: Clara Evans (@fieryclaraevans), Peyton July (@southsidepey) ; brief appearance by Derek Gilbert (@derek-ghoulie) w. brief mention of Cassie Bailey (@cassiexbailey)

What: Clara and Peyton stumble across an unexpected secret

When: October 26, Evening

Where: Bridgemont Estates, St. James’ Masquerade

Notes: If there are triggers you need me to mark, please let me know

Peyton

Peyton needed some time away from the dance. One of the guys started to make her feel uncomfortable and knew she had to get out there before she had a full blown panic attack. So, she decided to get some fresh air and it would be best to walk along the beach. Once she arrived there, Peyton slipped off her heels & mask before she started to walk mindlessly. After a while, she got lost in her mind, thinking about things when she saw a log. She furrowed eyebrows, knowing that logs didnt come down this far from the river. She glanced behind her, wondering if anyone was following her and then continue to walk towards the log. Once she got there, she could feel shear panic run through her body and felt sick to her stomach. "No..." She sped up her walking and then started to run before she stopped and let out a scream when she noticed it was Sebrina's body. She dropped her dress, her heels and her mask as she wrapped her arms around herself. She couldnt stop looking at the body, or even move. She was frozen there.

Clara

Clara only snuck out momentarily, enough for a joint and had every intention on going back. There was definitely more she could pocket to make Daddy proud, and there was definitely more scenes she could cause.

She was about to head back to the manor when a bloodcurdling scream distracted her. A scream like that meant something. Without thinking she followed the sound and found Peyton standing alone. It didn’t add up until she walked closer.

The body was almost unrecognizable but even she could place it. Sebrina Smythe.

“Holy fuck...” she mumbled. “Oh this... this is something.”

Peyton

Peyton was close to tears as she stared at the body, covering her mouth as she quieted her sobs. She didnt noticed someone had joined her until she heard someone mumble.

She glanced over to see Clara, then she looked at the body. She slowly uncovered her own mouth then she can opened up her mouth, but no sound came out and glanced out towards the water. She wondered how long the body had been there, just, lying behind the manor. She knew that she needed to let someone else know, but her legs were still frozen there.

"W-we need to get someone." She finally spit out, glancing towards Clara once more. "W-we c-cant just leave h-her here." She stuttered out, wondering if it was the cold that was making her do it.

Clara

Clara wasn’t sure she wanted just anyone showing up. As innocent as she actually was, her standing above the body of a Smythe wasn’t exactly something most NS’rs would take very kindly to.

“Yeah,” she told Peyton, in an effort to placate her. “I’ll text someone, don’t worry.” The only people she even wanted showing up were her own people.

She pulled her phone out the the purse, careful not to reveal anything else she had in there to Pey, sure she wouldn’t hear the end of robbing the St. James’. She scrolled and found Derek’s contact info and shot him a text.

Back of the manor. Beach area. 911.

Peyton

Peyton fought against the tears as she looked over Sebrina's body, knowing that things will come unglued and she didnt want to be in Riverdale for it, but she knew that she wanted to be there for Jackie.

"T-thank you." She said as she started to rubbed her arms and glanced back out at the water. She chewed on her bottom lip as she carefully walked around the body, the best she could and then glanced back at Clara.

Peyton picked up her dress, prayed that none of the flowers from her dress had fallen off and then walked back where she was standing at, by her heels & mask.

Derek

The evening had been positively eventful, and he was right in the middle of showing the new girl in town why he was such a beast when he got Clara’s text. Huffing in annoyance at the shit timing, he still finished Cassie up before getting himself dressed and heading out to the back of the manor indicated by the urgent text. All the while he thought to himself if someone’s not dead, someone’s fucking gonna be.

He approached and saw Peyton first, looking confused and hesitant. She didn’t seem hurt. Clara would’ve had no reason to attack her. But soon enough he saw what they were looking at.

Were he a gambling man, the bloated, purple and blue corpse appeared to belong to one Sebrina Smythe. It was impossible to tell how long the body had been in the river but it was definitely too long, chunks of flesh missing from being battered around by the lake and probably gnawed at by fish and other creatures.

Unphased, he arched a brow and looked over at Clara. “You called me out here with a 911 to look at an old dead body? What do you want me to do about it? This is a crime scene now, you can’t fuckin’ move it or anything.” He glanced back over at Peyton. “Call the actual police. No ones gonna get accused of murdering that thing tonight.”

Clara

Clara could Derek wasn't pleased to be called out here, she could see it in the way he walked. That being said, what was she supposed to have done? It's not like she trusted many, or any, people outside of the Ghoulies. He wanted to be their leader, this was the stuff he was going to have to deal with.

Then again, if one Ghoulie standing over Sebrina's dead body, two was probably worse. She wasn't going to let Derek know that had even crossed her mind now though.

"Look," she answered, completely turning away from Peyton. "I heard her scream, I came running, as one does when they hear screaming and this is what I find. Excuse me if I don't exactly know how to deal with a dead fuckin' body."

So maybe getting worked up wasn't the best thing either, and she would probably pay for that later, but she couldn't help it. Like Moni always said, she was a firecracker, it was just in her DNA.

Peyton

Peyton swallowed hard when she listened to Derek, nodded before she pulled out her phone from her bra and dialed the police. She glanced between them, let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through her hair carefully.

"Hi, yes. Um. I found the body of Sebrina Smythe a..and she's behind the manor of the St. James. It looks like she was washed up on shore." Peyton started to say as she stepped in the water, and closed her eyes a bit. "N-no, no one has moved the body a..and I just walked around it, to make sure it was Sebrina Smythe." She glanced at Clara & Derek and let out a breath.

"Y-yeah, I'll go and meet up with the police and show them where Sebrina's at. The address?" Peyton said before she told them the address and hung up before she placed it back into her bra. "The police will be here in a few minutes, in the meantime, you two, should go. I dont want you two to get hit once everyone gets wind about this. I realize that no one will get arrested, but, I dont want anyone to go after you two. However, it's up to you guys if you want to stay."

Derek

Rubbing his eyes in blatant irritation, Derek glared in clara’s direction. “You literally had nothing to do with the body. You turn around and you walk away. What the hell were you expecting I’d be able to do about it? Not like she can be revived. And she was a huge bitch anyway.”

He sighed at Peyton. The cops would be here any minute to fetch the body of their beloved little NorthSider wench. Derek pointed at Clara again. “Princess, go gather up everyone you can find and evacuate. The second the cops get here this place is going on lockdown for questioning. I’ll send out a text but go.”

He shrugged at Peyton. “I’ll hang back.”

Clara

Clara waited patiently as Peyton made the call. When Derek spoke she could help but stand a little straighter. She was just supposed to leave him here? She didn't like the sound of that, but he'd given her an order and she was damned if she was going to step out of line right now. "Yes, Daddy," she answered, putting her phone back in her purse and flash a little of the good's she'd already grabbed at him, obviously out of view of Peyton.

As she walked away she quickly texted everyone even if she knew Derek would too, and made her way to gather everyone on the path out, none of them were going to be caught tonight, not if she could help it.

Peyton

Peyton watched as Clara walk away, stepped out of the water and away from Sebrina, wrapped her arms around her body once more. She slipped on her heels as she stood next to Derek, mask in her hand and knew that her makeup was messed up.

"I should probably text everyone I know as well, right?" She asked as she looked up at Derek. "Never been in this situation before, so not sure if Im doing anything right or not." She glanced back at the body. She let out a breath, that she apparently was holding and really wanted to put her hair up but she didn't have a hair tie. "Do you think they're going to take me down to the station to get a full report?"

Derek

Derek half expected Clara to fight with him about it, but the priority needed to be getting everyone out that had a loaded purse or bag filled with shit they stole from the manor. Especially with everything in clara’s bag. He dug out his phone and fired off a quick group text to the Ghoulies.

Glancing down at the corpse again, Derek shrugged. “If you want? I’m having my guys get the hell out of dodge before the cops start pointing fingers and asking questions. I don’t really give a shit what you do for those shitty snakes.” He reached over and carefully patted Peyton’s back. “I doubt it. The body’s been decaying for awhile. I can’t imagine they’d waste time bringing you there for a lot of “I don’t know” answers.”

Peyton

Peyton listened to Derek, rolled her eyes as she gave him a pointed look. She didnt want to argue with him right here and in front of a dead body. She opened up her mouth but she closed it and pulled out her phone back out of her bra.

"Thank you, for patting my back carefully. Be aware of the sticks and bobby pins on the left side and the flowers." Peyton replied as she quickly texted everyone that she knew, froze over one name and quickly skipped it before she went back texting. "Never know, I could be a suspect, which would be hilarious because I didn't come back, shortly before or was it after she went missing. I don't quite remember, but you're right. Though, probably ask me where I was on the Fourth of July." She put her phone back into her bra and shuddered a bit. "I should've brought a coat with me."

Derek

Derek shrugged again. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you, P. This is very clearly not a recent murder and I can tell you right off the bat you’ll fair a hell of a lot better with the cops than I will.” He glanced over at her, shaking. “Why the hell wouldn’t you come out here with a jacket? For fucks sake.” He shrugged off his suit coat and offered it to her so she could put it around her fancy dress herself. “Here. Put this on before your nipples fall off.”

Peyton

"Because I was in a middle of a mild panic attack at the moment." Peyton pointed out and rolled her eyes as she grabbed the jacket. "Even though I've wore less in the cold, thanks." She slipped on the jacket and pulled it closer to her. After a while, the cops showed up and Peyton gave Derek his coat back after thanking him, knowing that she shouldve kept it on. She showed them where the body was before she followed one of the EMTs to get checked out. She felt a storm was brewing now and she didnt like what was going to become of it.

#gdhqplot #tw: dead body

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