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leclerc-s · 10 months ago

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track 005. jugaste y sufrí

─── ❝ yo ya no quiero sufrir, quiero ser feliz ❞ ───

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lando norris so i guess oscar unknowingly became a dad??

ollie bearman why is that where you brain immediately goes?

mae jones his brain needs to be studied under a microscope.

checo perez can i leave now?

dulce perez si yo tengo que sufrir tú también tío! checo perez ya me voy. daniel jones-ricciardo unless austin shows up in texas or vegas. checo perez mierda.

fernando alonso sergio! there are children here!

bailey winters have any of you tried locking them in a closet?

penelope trevino hmm. that might work.

ollie bearman what she needs is therapy. sebastian literally said she was afraid of falling in love. AUSTIN MADE HER CRY IN MIAMI!

arthur leclerc she would've cried over anything. she's an emotional person.

dulce perez have you see the group picture? max verstappen she was crying over tangled.

daphne jones-ricciardo i cry over tangled too. it's a beautiful movie.

pierre gasly that's because you are rapunzel and daniel is flynn rider.

arthur leclerc but yes, she does need therapy.

logan sargeant has anyone seen oscar? we were supposed to meet up for lunch?

oscar piastri i forgot sorry. logan sargeant YOU DITCHED ME?

max verstappen go have lunch with zoya or something.

zoya torres what the fuck? why are you signing me up for things? max verstappen if you show up one more time to my apartment crying over your ex and hoping to steal my cats were going to have problems. zoya torres it was only twice. mae jones it's been 7, he started keeping track. there is a board on our fridge and everything.

dulce perez hey, you know who else is missing?

daniel ricciardo-jones SHUT UP!

ollie bearman she's with me!

isabella perez i am not missing dulce! i told tio checo where i was going

logan sargeant oh it must be nice to not get ditched by your friends. i wouldn't know BECAUSE OSCAR'S A TRAITOR!

oscar piastri how exactly is it my fault that thing 1 and thing 2 showed up at my hotel room at 6:30 in the morning and dragged me out to breakfast?

ollie bearman you're lucky it was 6:30 isa dragged me out of bed at 6. isabella perez WE LITERALLY MADE PLANS THE NIGHT BEFORE OLIVER!

fernando alonso i was unaware isabella and oscar had acquired a grid child

oscar piastri bella has a grid child not me. i don't want him ollie bearman you're a horrible father. ollie bearman i hope you dnf in monaco oscar piastri i'm not your dad! ollie bearman good. i wouldn’t want you as my father. you’re horrible and you suck! isabella perez oh great, now you've made him sad oscar!

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i'm going to die with her behind the wheel. that smile is plotting murder. what is it with drivers and showing up in team gear to everything? they will also sleep anywhere, as shown by ollie. i feel like i'm interrupting something.

alex albon did you or did you not go out on a date with oscar?

isabella perez no, i did not go out on a date with oscar.

george russell i call bullshit! i saw ollie’s story! esteban ocon i agree.

charles leclerc wasn’t she out with oscar and ollie? how is that a date?

pierre gasly aww a family date! isabella perez i’m going to murder you gasly

natalia ruiz boys, leave her alone.

isabella perez it wasn’t a date! ollie was there!

alex albon which means if ollie wasn’t there it totally would’ve been a date

lewis hamilton when will the day come where all of you learn to mind your own business?

pierre gasly pretty much never

mae jones isa, it was a fucking date if i’ve ever seen one. trust me on this one.

isabella perez yes, i'll take advice from the people who had a fwb relationship, a situationship, and someone who broke up with her ex because she was afraid.

isabella perez really the only one's who should be giving me advice are esteban, george, alex, and lewis.

pierre gasly you're mean sometimes.

mae jones and for the record i wasn't afraid!

alex albon explain things i wish you said? charles leclerc or you're losing me? esteban ocon or exile? mae jones OKAY I GET IT!

sooo, how'd the date go?

it wasn't a date logan.

oh sure and ollie wasn't third wheeling the two of you.

he wasn't?

MY BROTHER IN CHRIST HAVE YOU SEEN HIS STORY?? YOU ARE IN L-O-V-E!!

how can i be in love?? i barely know her

okay, fine, you have a crush on her.

no, i don't.

yes, you do. i know you pastry!

you don't know shit. i don't have a crush on her.

oscar, either i'm fucking blind or you're stupid but you, my australian friend, have a massive crush on her.

fuck off

no, i don't

sure buddy, and i'm not from miami

but you are?

exactly my point.

logan sargeant he's got the l-word

lando norris leprosy??

daniel jones-ricciardo how the fuck did your mind go to leprosy?

lando norris bailey and i watched ice age last night.

bailey winters max, you're performance in that movie was amazing

max verstappen i will take lando out.

pierre gasly the way his season's going he'll take himself out first. lando norris literally fuck you gasly. i know you and esteban are going to take each other out at least once this season.

logan sargeant OSCAR'S IN LOVE!!

arthur leclerc WITH WHO?? logan sargeant i cannot believe that sentence just came out of your brain.

dulce perez my sister i assume??

logan sargeant well, it's more like a crush but that counts right??

daphne jones-ricciardo and you came to this conclusion how?

logan sargeant denial is always the first sign, no?

carlos sainz it is like lando when he said he wasn't in love with bailey! lando norris we are not talking about me.

isabellaperez posted a new story

paddock dad isabella, are you okay?

super max are you depressed? honey badger did austin call again?

duckling i'm okay. i think.

duckling i'm feeling things. i don't know if they're good or bad.

paddock dad therapy helps. duckling so i've heard.

super max good things or bad things?

duckling I DON'T KNOW!!

duckling feels are hard. i don't want them anymore.

paddock dad sorry kid, you're stuck with them forever. duckling SEB! MAKE THEM GO AWAY!! paddock dad i can't isa. you have to face them.

duckling here's a thought, what if i don't? i could ignore them, they'll go away eventually.

super max you've already tried that isa. it's not working out that great for you.

honey badger already tried that kiddo. maybe it's time to talk to someone?

duckling i'll call my mom!

paddock dad that's better than one of us.

isabellaperez posted new stories

my mother won't answer the phone, who's more important than me?? her baby?? her pride and joy??

nothing like a good ole lana song to cry too.

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ollieinoue · 1 year ago

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IC TASK 005: THE HART OF THE MATTER

One moment Ollie had said he thought this was a stupid idea that he wasn't going to participate in, that there was no way this was for anyone's benefit other than making money off Ogden student's pain and trauma. But of course the Dean would sign off on this. The next moment he was sitting in a chair across from Jesse's dad, blinking rapidly at him like he must have just shown up out of no where. It wasn't the first time Ollie had ended up somewhere and had no idea how he got there, nor would it be the last, but fuck if this wasn't a terrible time to have that happen. He felt a bubble of panic rise in his chest until it felt like it was threatening to close his throat.

"I don't think I should be here..."

Who signed off on this?

Ollie was halfway standing up when a glass of water had been shoved into his hands by some underpaid assistant, or intern who did not have the time to deal with what they imagined was probably stage fright, and not a panic attack from someone who was completely blitzed out of their mind. Then there was a firm hand on his wrist, that Ollie's eyes followed, hand arm, shoulder, oh that was connected to Jesse's dad. Suddenly he was glued to the chair underneath the man's gaze. Oof. Ollie had been around the block a few times in his life, he'd dealt with a lot of really bad people. He knew an evil person when he saw one - and he wasn't just biased from everything he'd inferred from the very brief conversation he'd had with Jesse about his dad, either. This man was an asshole. He didn't even have to open his mouth, and Ollie already did not like him.

"Don't be nervous."

He was in the midst of denial, nearly shaking his head, and the tongue on the roof of his mouth. No, he wasn't nervous. That was not the problem. Before he could however Jesse's dad was already turning towards some person behind the cameras.

"Let's start."

Fuck...

“It’s a tough year to be a student at Ogden College with the tragic passing of Penelope Klein. And of course, we can’t forget the ongoing missing persons case surrounding beloved student, Greer Morrison. I know that Dean Zuko insisted on free on-campus counseling set up for all students. Have you made use of it?”

Ollie stared. Eyes wide, and mouth slightly open, letting the silence hang between them for a number of seconds that could have turned into minutes, that could have turned into hours, that could have turned into days for all he knew. It felt like that long. Long enough he wasn't even sure of what the question had been anymore. Long enough he wasn't sure where he was again, until he took another few moments to look around and get his barrings. Oh, right. Fuck.

"Mr. Inoue...?"

His head snapped back towards Jesse's dad. Fuck. Okay. Time to force his brain to work. "Is that not what this is?" Ollie asked, smiling as sweetly as he possibly could. And he spoke with so much heart felt sincerity that he had to almost pause and ask himself if he might be a little bit psychotic. "I've been waiting for you to come save us all, Jesse's Dad."

He swore he saw something glint in the man's eye, but not enough to stop him, unfortunately. Very unfortunately.

Ollie gave a silent tilt of his head, furrowing his eyebrows. That wasn't true was it? Was he completely misremembering what Link had told him when they'd gotten back to the dorms? He was extremely high at the present moment, so he really didn't feel confident enough to ask any questions. All he could really do was sport a confused look on his face as Jesse's dad continued speaking.

"... We’ve been told that Penelope organized some things for people to complete to make it through that night together. Were you one of them? What did you get up to during the blackout?”

"I cut my hair," he said, a bright smile chasing away the questioning look he'd given Jesse's dad. He bounced a little excited in his seat, as he brought his hand up to fiddle with his fringe. "I gave myself bangs. During the blackout. Which is pretty daring. But I like to live on the edge. -- but you mean when ... Right." Ollie visibly wilted, chewing on his bottom lip. "Uh, Penny told me to go with Milo Navarro to check how full the supplies in the kitchen pantry were. Just in case we got snowed in, I guess. What about you guys over in your chalet? Did you go anywhere? N-no? Okay..." They were moving on, he guessed he wasn't getting the answers to his own questions.

“In the wake of tragedy, it can be hard to recall things in detail. The brain has its own ways of protecting itself in high-stress situations, and I know that the police have been a near-constant presence on campus this year. This is not that; I want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to share whatever you want about that night. Did you see anything? Hear anything?”

There is something in the words that Jesse's dad said, that made Ollie want to pull his knees up to his chest and curl into the fetal position. Something bubbling in his stomach that made the panic rise in him again, threatening to burst out. This had to be among the top ten times he'd felt the most unsafe in his life. "No, I didn't see, or hear anything. Me and Milo got locked in the pantry and weren't let out until after-" his throat closed briefly and Ollie felt like he was choking on his words. He left them there. Until After...

“Obviously, we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. If you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? Would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?"

He gave a sound halfway between a scoff and a snort. "No," Ollie stated, confident in that at the very least. "Like I said we were locked in a tiny little pantry together. Milo was within touching distance of me the entire time."

“Now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, I have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” A picture of Greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. All eyes but Donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “This photo is shocking, I know. It was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. Do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

Ollie stared up at the photograph struck to a very long silence again. His eyes wide, and mouth open once more. He felt the bubbling in his stomach again, like he was going to be sick. Part of him wished he would be, just lean forward and vomit all over stupid Jesse's dad's lap. But instead he swallowed the burning in his throat, eyes darting back to the man sitting in front of him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped. "Why the fuck do you think it would be a good idea to show that picture to anybody? Are you showing it to the people who have known her since they were children? Her fucking siblings? Oh, I guess it's more important to re-traumatize a bunch of people for the views. Do you have a pic of Penny's dead body too? Fuck off."

“Do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? Or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

"I don't know, Jesse's Dad, aren't you the psychology professional? Why don't you tell me?"

"Finally, it's been discovered that Penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why Greer had left. Do you think that has anything to do with this photo? Do you know why she might have left? Even though being honest about it may seem scary, I promise you, it's the right thing to do. It's the only way we can protect you."

Ollie let out an angry noise in the back of his throat, "protect me from what? From Dean Zuko who is more than happy to take a fucking kickback to exploit his students if that means he gets more money from you? Nah," he said, laughing as he reached up pulling at the microphone that had been clipped onto his shirt. "Fuck that. You want to know why Greer left? Probably to get away from this bullshit school." He continued to struggle with the mic, swatting away an assistant who came over to maybe help, or maybe stop him. Eventually he managed to toss it down onto the ground. "Don't worry about 'protecting me' I hope I'm fucking next. If it means I don't have to deal with assholes like you, and the Dean anymore."

#task 05 .#ic task 05 .#self para .#drug mention tw #drug use tw #vomit mention tw #this wasn't what I meant it to be...#if this were a tv show ollie would be dying next lmao

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standbowed · 11 months ago

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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 .

share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse !!

001. sweet hibiscus tea // penelope scott and i am not your protagonist / i'm not even my own / i don't know anything / i don't even know what i don't know

002. sam's town // the killers i've got this energy beneath my feet / like something underground's gonna come up and carry me / i've got this sentimental heart that beats / but i don't really mind that it's starting to get to me

003. nobody // mitski i've been big and small / and big and small / and big and small again / and still nobody wants me / still nobody wants me

004. waiting in the wings // eden espinosa always overlooked unfairly / while pretending that it barely stings / but it stings, yes it stings / and i'll shed no tears, i'll only keep on waiting / if no one cheers, well, i can keep on waiting / who cares how loud the silence rings / you'll find me waiting in the wings

005. mimi's delivery service // good kid why do you have to stay here on the ground? / it's overrated / the cityscape berates you with a sound / it's delineated / and no one here has even learned your name / but they all claim it

tagged by // @sacredpit tagging // @caestusvulpes, @hopingforjustice, @nosomatsu

#I KNOWWWWW it is a cliche to put specifically nobody by mitski on a chara playlist but uhhhhh it's real. it's real.#me trying to pick a single set of lyrics to nobody: girl all of them. what the fuck!!!#venus planet of love was destroyed by global warming. did its people want too much too did its people want too much.........#give her one good honest kiss and she'll be alright. etc etc #dash games.#waiting in the wings yt recced to me out of nowhere and i was like OH. hachi musical song.

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fictionkin-hell · 2 years ago

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☆Murdoc Niccals Playlist For @valhallgreg!☆

Trigger warnings: Sexually Explicit Material, mentions of CSA, Alcoholism, Drugs, Abuse, Religion, and Suicide

♪001 Murdoc is God - Gorillaz

♪002 I Threw Glass at My Friend’s Eyes and Now I’m on Probation - Destroy Boys

♪003 Verbatim - Mother Mother

♪004 Animal - Sir Chloe

♪005 Chalk Tablet Towers - Gorillaz

♪006 Rät - Penelope Scott

♪007 Old College Try - The Mountain Goats

♪008 Daddy - AJJ

♪009 Misanthropic Drunken Loser - Days N Daze

♪010 White Light - Gorillaz

♪011 Father - The Front Bottoms

♪012 I’m not a good person - Pat the Bunny

♪013 Dealer - Lana Del Ray

♪014 Child Psychology - Black Box Recorder

♪015 Hongkongaton - Gorillaz

♪016 Mommy - R.I.P

♪017 Saint Bernard - Lincoln

#fictionkin #kin playlist #kin blog #kin request #murdoc kin #murdoc niccals #gorillaz #mod 🔪

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milonavarroo · 1 year ago

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IC TASK 005: THE HART OF THE MATTER

There was one reason Milo was here, and one reason only. And that was his own public image. News was spreading more and more outside of Ogden and the surrounding area about Greer being missing, about Penny's death. He'd started getting questions about it. Fans tweeting at him with questions - especially the ones who followed him closely enough to put together that 'Greer Morrison' was the girl who had been his tennis partner. He'd shared tons of pictures of them on his instagram. Sports reporters asking if he could give some insight on what was happening. Things like that. He hadn't, yet, of course. He thought it would be a really bad fucking idea. His team agreed as well.

However, the more publicity this situation was getting the less he could remain silent on it. That was what his team had said. Especially with how poorly his interrogation with the police had gone. No one knew about it. Yet. But how long until they did? He had to get in front of this. Do this interview with a popular daytime TV personality and be on his best behavior. Make people sympathetic, and whatever the cops ended up saying, if they ever ended up saying anything, would not effect his public image.

That was the plan. "Good afternoon," he said, as he took a seat across from Donovan Hart, a pleasant (and fake) smile on his face. He'd been doing things like this since he was about sixteen years old. This shouldn't be a problem.

"I am already seeing somebody," Milo said, slowly, giving a bit of a smile. He had been seeing a therapist since he was 16 and his public image went into the toilet after throwing a tennis racket so hard into a fence it smashed. His PR agent told him he needed to make a show of 'getting better', so that was what he'd done. Turns out … he kinda fucking needed it, so he kept going even after the storm had passed. "Mental health is very important to me," at least that was the line he'd been given, "so, I think it's a great idea to offer it to students who are unable to see professionals out of pocket. I'm sure they've been busy." He doubted anybody who really needed the help was actually spending their time making use of any on campus counseling. Frankly, he wouldn't trust the people the Dean had hired for it anyway. He doubted they were really prepared for the problems that Ogden students had to offer.

“There was that nasty storm that knocked out the power at the resort, I remember. That got a little dicey, huh? Parents and staff all congregated in the faculty chalet, but you kids were on the other side of the resort. We’ve been told that Penelope organized some things for people to complete to make it through that night together. Were you one of them? What did you get up to during the blackout?”

"Yes, I was partnered with Ollie Inoue to go check the kitchen pantry for supplies," Milo explained. As long as he was being tossed these softball questions then maybe this wasn't going to be too terrible. He was getting the strong feeling Donovan Hart was phoning it in, anyway. "We didn't know how long any of this was going to last, and there was the possibility of us getting snowed in. So, Penny wanted to make sure that we were stocked up on food in case the worst happened."

Yes. Milo didn't say that though. But yes, he had heard something. He'd heard footsteps, and he heard someone closing the door on him and Ollie to lock them in the pantry together. He thought about it often. What was the real reason for that? Had somebody been trying to make sure there was no possibility of witnesses for whatever happened to Penny? Milo hadn't mentioned any of those thoughts though, because … Well, he didn't want to get involved. And the last person he was going to tell about it was Donovan fucking Hart. "No," Milo said with a casual smile, "Ollie can be pretty chatty, so mostly I just heard him talking."

"Not possible," Milo said, simply. Not even in any stretch of the imagination. "Ollie and I weren't let out of the pantry until the lights turned back on. We were together the whole time."

Milo was not the sort of person who hid his feelings well. That made the fact he'd been strong armed into this interview by his team extremely unfortunate, because he was supposed to be making himself look good in the court of public opinion. It didn't matter what the police thought if everyone else thought he was an innocent bystander. Which he was! But it meant that he had to keep his anger in check. He knew how these things went. He knew how much in interviews ended up on the cutting room floor just to show what the producers and people in charge wanted to show. Milo knew how these things always went, which was why he hadn't wanted to do this in the first place. Unfortunately here he was, and now he just had to make sure that he didn't give them anything that could be used against him in any way what so ever.

There was a difference between knowing something intellectually, and being able to follow through with that thing, however.

There was that hot feeling of anger that flashed through Milo. Outraged that anyone thought it was a good idea to do this. Show that picture, or do this interview. "How the fuck would I know?" Milo snapped. "Isn't more likely that you or one of the faculty members must have taken and vandalized it? If that's where it was found." Why was this on the shoulders of him, or his peers at all?

“Do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? Or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

Milo glared at this joke of a fucking TV personality in front of him. "Ask. The. Faculty," he said through his teeth.

'It's the only way we can protect you.' "What are you the fucking cops?" Milo snapped again, unable to help himself though he knew the moment it left his mouth it should not have. "This interview is over. I know bad faith questions when I hear them, I know when I'm being steamrolled. Don't fuck me with, Donovan." He said, standing up from his seat and heading about as far as he could get away before he was stopped by some staff to remove his mic, and whatever else they needed.

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ironlvngs · 1 year ago

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☆ — TASK 005: THE HART OF THE MATTER

there is absolutely nothing that link wanted to do less in the world right now. in fact, he’d much rather walk right off the edge of a skyscraper than speak to fucking donovan hart on his tv show. but would that really be helping his case ? their initial response to this was going to be fuck no, but if link played this one right, then he might get himself out of that hole that ‘blackmailing his dad’ put him in. so, he walks in, trying to play a part he knows so well — shoving all of his distaste and distrust for the person in front of him behind a mask; a smile and and a good attitude !

“ it’s a pleasure to meet you, dr. hart. your reputation precedes you. ” link keeps up with a smile as he continues to kiss ass. as much as he would like to fantasize about hitting him and every other rich ‘donator’ of this school over the head with a brick, it would be pretty good to win over a powerful man like that with a little bit of charm and a lot of ego-boosting. they exchange niceties and agonizing small talk, and finally, they begin with the questions.

“it’s a tough year to be a student at ogden college with the tragic passing of penelope klein. and of course, we can’t forget the ongoing missing persons case surrounding beloved student, greer morrison. i know that dean zuko insisted on free on-campus counseling set up for all students. have you made use of it?”

maybe this was going to be one of the tougher times for link, to keep the mask on and in tact. it was taking a lot of willpower to not answer the way he really wanted to answer. “ to be honest, dr. hart, i’ve tried but... it hasn’t always been easy for me to talk about these things. just — how i feel in general. ” which was the truth. except here, link would spin it in a better light. “ i don’t think i’ve ever been through losing people dear to me like this before. ” they have. in many ways. “ — so, i’m still just trying to take it step by step. ”

“there was that nasty storm that knocked out the power at the resort, i remember. that got a little dicey, huh? parents and staff all congregated in the faculty chalet, but you kids were on the other side of the resort. we’ve been told that penelope organized some things for people to complete to make it through that night together. were you one of them? what did you get up to during the blackout?”

the moment that donavan said that the staff and parents had all been gathered in the faculty chalet, link was trying so hard to keep up the expression on his facial features. either donavan was a filthy fucking liar, or mari and link got something wrong — and link was willing to bet that the former was much more likely. “ yes, actually, penelope had sent me and another student — ” keeping her name out of it, just in case, “ — to go to the faculty chalet for some kind of contact but evidently, we never really made it there. the storm was too harsh, we had a bad feeling about being away from the group and so we just... turned back. ” link says with a shrug, going along perfectly with whatever lie hart was trying to set up. and now more than ever, link was curious to know where the fuck they were during that night.

“in the wake of tragedy, it can be hard to recall things in detail. the brain has its own ways of protecting itself in high-stress situations, and i know that the police have been a near-constant presence on campus this year. this is not that; i want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to share whatever you want about that night. did you see anything? hear anything?”

bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. “ — i don’t know about safe and comfortable when it comes to an audience. ” his mask was slipping, but link lets out a small laugh and smiles his best fucking smile to play it off as a joke, and adjusts himself in the chair, yelling at himself to pull it together. “ but like i said, we had a bad feeling and decided to just go back and stick with the group. we didn’t see anything. ” that much was true, but the concerning part is the fact that they didn’t find anything or anyone in that chalet.

“obviously, we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. if you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?”

what kind of questions were these ? it was starting to feel like it was another police interrogation. only this time, there was a camera and an audience involved. how the hell was this supposed to make anyone feel safe and comfortable ? “ like i said, nothing out of the ordinary. ” he smiles again, this time fantasizing about coming straight for him and singeing off his hairline with his lighter. people like donavan hart were a disease in this world — did we not learn from dr. phil ??

“now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, I have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” a picture of greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. all eyes but donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “this photo is shocking, i know. it was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

link turns to the screen, and their heart almost felt like stopped for a moment, falling straight into their stomach. it was seeing pictures of greer, or videos — it still pulled at a tangled knot in his stomach that formed since her disappearance. but to see the crossed out face was another thing, only confirming the growing suspicions that there was real malice in this case. link’s wishful theory of her running off somewhere and leaving them all behind was becoming miniscule, and he was running out of threads to hold onto. “ — what the fuck is this ? ” link’s eyes were first glued to the screen, and then back to donovan. “ so you think it’s a great idea to use it for shock value on your fucking show ? ” to be honest, since the whole blackmail thing came to light, link was still fighting to keep themself together. so much for painting himself in a better light — though, he wasn’t sure if this would make the edited cut. they clear their throat, and look down to their feet. there was still a chance to salvage this, though. “ i’m — i apologize, i just... no, i have no idea. you don’t think the police would have heard by now if i did ? ” his eyes go back to that photo for a moment, feeling a bit of ache. there was a bit of an uncomfortable pause, before donovan went on.

“do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

“ i’m guessing you might have better luck questioning the staff and faculty about why it was in their chalet, not us. ” he does throw a little bit of venom in his tone, but link couldn’t help it anymore. it was rare, almost never at all, to see link unravel and lose it just a little bit like this. throughout this whole academic year, the stress that he’s been feeling felt similar to everything his younger self had to go through, and facing that feeling always left him in a dark place.

"finally, it's been discovered that penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why greer had left. do you think that has anything to do with this photo? do you know why she might have left? even though being honest about it may seem scary, i promise you, it's the right thing to do. it's the only way we can protect you."

for someone who tried to separate himself from the cops, he definitely knows how to talk out of his ass like one. link knew that there would be no protection for the people like him — the ones that don’t have powerful families or legacies to back them up here. so he takes a deep breath, and remembers why he agreed to do this in the first place, which was to get himself out of deep shit. “ — dr. hart, like many of the students, faculty, and her friends and family, all i want is to see greer back with us. everything i know, i already told the cops about. ” hopefully, he was still in their good graces. “ — maybe penelope knew something that we didn’t, and maybe she paid the price for it. but if there is something to know, i don’t doubt that authorities will get to the bottom of it eventually. i believe we’ll find out soon, where greer is. ” he wasn’t sure if he truly believed that last bit, or if he was just trying to lie to himself, like he was lying to everyone else who would hear him say it.

donovan went on with a few closing remarks, but link had tuned him out, diving deep into their own head as they thought about that photo, about penelope, and most of all, the lie with the faculty chalet. fuck, he really needed to reach mari. donovan thanks link for their time, and link gets out as soon as they could, reaching for their phone and sending a text out to mari.

#ogdentask #teehee #this is kinda shitty #it's almost 12 am im sorry <3

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reinaazarolla · 1 year ago

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Task 005: The Hart of the Matter

The Hart of the Matter, Reina had heard of the show but she had never seen an entire episode. The extent of her exposure to the show were the clips that would randomly, and rarely, appear on her Tik Tok and even then she would scrolled past them 99% of the time. She had no intention of participating in the interviews that would be conducted and yet here she was, letting someone fuss around her to get the mic attached. She went to take a sip of her coffee but it was quickly taken away.

"You'll smudge your makeup." The woman said and set down the coffee cup on a nearby table. "Two minutes till places." She said checking her watch and then quickly leaving to wherever she was needed next.

The mic was attached and working, her hair - down in loose curls -and makeup - light and natural - was looked over once more and then she was led to the stage. There were bright lights, murmurs from the audience, and a hustle and bustle from the crew - the environment felt chaotic.

"Ms. Azarolla," Dr. Hart flashed what she assumed was his signature charming smile as she rook the seat beside him. A smile that she could tell was completely fake.

Reina returned the smile. "Dr. Hart," she nodded after sitting down and smoothing out her top. She was wearing black skinny jeans with ankle boots and a nice pastel pink blouse with a dainty gold layered necklace, one chain have a small sun charm and the other having a crescent moon charm. She had a black leather jacket too but they told her she couldn't wear it.

The audience started to quiet down and from somewhere behind the cameras a woman - the one that had taken Reina's coffee away - counted down. The red lights on the cameras turned on and immediately Donovan Hart started the interview.

If her father taught her one thing it was to keep her composure at all times. That all actions and words should be done with intent. With this being recorded and the show having the power to edit this however they want to, she knew she would need to be extra careful with her words. Yet seeing Dr. Hart there was something she sensed that she just did not like, she almost just wanted to make this interview difficult for him. It was an urge she'd have to try to fight, for now.

"I was unaware of the free on-campus counseling. I may just have to look into that and thank Dean Zuko for giving his students and staff this resource for free." There was a short pause, she thought that answer would suffice but then she opened her mouth again. "And I'll have to thank him for hosting such a prominent psychiatrist the next time I see him. I'm sure he intends these interviews to be cathartic for us." The brunette tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. Sarcasm hid beneath her tone but she was sure the wise doctor would pick up on it.

It was no surprise to her that he simply moved on to the next question.

Ah, one of the reasons why she didn't want to do this interview. She wasn't there when Penelope met her untimely death. She only experienced it through other's re-telling of that night and even then she knew she didn't have the whole story. "I was not at the ski resort. I was studying abroad last semester. As one of the parents there, wouldn't you have known that I was not?" She raised a brow.

Dr. Hart cleared his throat and moved on to the next question.

There was a flash of something in Dr. Hart's eyes, as if he knew he should have not asked the question as soon as he had said it.

"May I ask you a question Dr. Hart?" Reina crossed her right leg over her left and leaned on the side of the chair that was closer to him. She didn't really wait for him to answer before continuing. "What number interview am I?" A short pause but again not one long enough for him to answer.

"I know I was not the intended interviewee, I mean I'm pretty sure it was an intern that ambushed me when I was leaving Rumi Cafe asking if I had time to come do a quick interview." Reina had told this person she did not in fact have time. She was heading back to her dorm to study. Who's bright idea was it to host right before midterms. The intern was not taking no as an answer, they seemed desperate, how many people had they approached before Reina.

"It just seems like you're going through the motions, reading those cue cards of yours." She shrugged a shoulder. "And not really listening. Which, as a psychiatrist, if a patient feels like they aren't being listened to does that create a safe environment?" Reina sighed. Again, I was not at the ski resort. I was studying abroad last semester. I did not see anything and what I've heard about that trip are just bits and pieces. Nothing I'd want to repeat, I wouldn't want to relay the wrong information."

Dr. Hart cleared his throat again and flipped through his cards before finding a question that was not entirely related to ones experience at the ski resort.

Reina looked at the photo, her mouth fell open slightly. Donovan's voice sounded muffled, she was no longer present in the interview. Many thoughts began to enter her mind but the loudest one was once again her father every action and word must be done with intent.

Her eyes glistened as they began to fill with tears threatening to fall. She shook her head and grabbed a tissue from the box of tissues that suddenly appeared on the table beside her. She fiddled with it in her hands, only having it ready for if, or when, the tears begin to fall. "It looks like it could have been taken while on vacation, or maybe on some sort of bus. I don't know." A tear fell and she wiped it away once it was about half way down her cheek.

"You said that was found in the faculty chalet? Why would it be there? Have you asked any of the staff or parents about this yet?"

This was not a two way interview, Dr. Hart simply moved on.

“Do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? Or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

"What do you mean left with faculty? How do you know it wasn't already in possession of the faculty?" Her eyes still glistened and she took a deep breath to fight back the tears. Reina knew there were bound to be some creeps in Greer's life, but they were harmless. At least she thought they were harmless.

Again Dr. Hart ignored her questions.

“Finally, it’s been discovered that Penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why Greer had left. Do you think that has anything to do with this photo? Do you know why she might have left? Even though being honest about it may seem scary, I promise you, it’s the right thing to do. It’s the only way we can protect you.”

"Oh come on Dr. Hart." Now Reina was getting angry. She balled up the tissue in her fist, tears no longer threatened to fall. "Who is going to protect me, and everyone else. If you have a plan on how you can guarantee our safety then I'm all ears. But aren't you are only here for the weekend to get the inside scoop and monetize on the suffering these students have gone through." She took a steady deep breath.

"To answer your questions. I do not know why she left. I would think the photo has something to do with it, but I can't say for sure. It's just, why would someone leave it where it could be so easily found?" She shook her head. "I have nothing more to say to you except instead of worrying about all of us and making promises you can't keep, why not focus on your son that is also a student here. Have you recorded his interview yet? I'm sure a father son interview would drive your ratings through the roof."

Dr. Hart gave a look to his crew. The cameras turned off, the audience began to murmur again and the crew started get ready for the next student. Reina was directed off the make shift stage. Her mic was removed and she was left to gather her things. She put her jacket on, grabbed her bag and grabbed her coffee that was now cold and left.

#ogdentask005 #task005 #th. self #i think i got a little carried away

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idaclarke · 1 year ago

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ogden task 005: the hart of the matter

oh now this? this was exactly where ida wanted to be. she only wished this was being filmed in front of a live studio audience, but it made sense with the way these shows always played out. the idea of being of tv, interviewed for a tragedy of this caliber, will it sent a rush of excitement all the way through ida. hopefully this was just the start of it. while she didn’t want her first touch of adoration and fame to being talking about fucking greer morrison, everyone had to have their jumping off points didn’t they?

crossing her legs, her dress riding up just a touch, ida leans back. her hands are folded neatly in her lap, eyes wide with feigned innocence and her lips are parted just ever so slightly as if to invite anyone in, as if to offer that she could only contain the truth. donovan hart sits across from her, ignoring her as he speaks to a pa before they nod vigorously, he straightens up, offers ida a simple smile and then someone is telling them they’re rolling. “don’t be nervous, it’s just me and you, trying to find the truth.”

huh, the truth? overrated, and not nearly as exciting as what everyone is offering, ida is sure of that.

“it’s a tough year to be a student at ogden college with the tragic passing of penelope klein.” he begins and ida nods as of course it is, i’ve never experienced this much hardship in my life. which, for some of her classmates, is probably true. “and of course, we can’t forget the ongoing missing persons case surrounding beloved student, greer morrison. i know that dean zuko insisted on free on-campus counseling set up for all students. have you made use of it?”

“i’ve been a coupla times.” she croons, her accent soft as she nods, giving a fleeting smile. she has been exactly once, just to see what it was about and to say she’s taken the dean up on what he has to offer. that’s she the good student everyone believes her to be. “just cause i had so much on my mind, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to about it.” her fingers grasp together as she leans in. “i…where i come from this kinda help ain’t exactly there. and people don’t really know what to do with it when it’s offered. so it’s been really helpful and nice, but not easy. for any of us.” she looks over toward the camera as if looking toward her fellow classmates. she wonders who will buy it.

donovan smiles, pleased, and inside ida is beaming.

with a sigh, as if carrying the weight of the world, ida nods. “yes sir, i was. penny could command a room, it was impressive, so of course when she asked if people could help i volunteered.she gave us assignments, i was spose to head to the lodge and find staff, y’all, anyone who wasn’t a drunk horny college student honestly,” she gives a grimace as if embarrassed by that. as if she wasn’t one. “so i did just that.” ida lets her hands unclasp now, spreading across her knee as she switches her crossed legs, her dress rising just another inch. no one says anything or seems to notice. donovan carries on.

she sucks on her teeth, looking up and to the left, as if trying to remember what happened. the threatening words on the wall, that both pissed ida up and turn back to her classmates curious. “honestly, i don’t remember much. i was freezin’ cold, trudgin’ through the snow, hopin’ to find someone, anyone, at the lodge. but it was empty.” her eyes widen, as if disappointed with the outcome. “I wish i had and i…i’ve been afraid that maybe i kept outta my head, not so worried about bein’ cold…i mightuve seen somethin’.” she almost pleads, looking down and then back to donovan. he gives her a sympathetic look, and she puts her arms on the armrest now, meeting his gaze.

“obviously,” he clears his throat, “we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. if you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?”

no, jacqui was with her the whole time. and briefly she wonders what jacqui will say. will they mention the writing of the wall? point out how ida had seen it first? throw her completely under the bus? quickly she goes through all of her options, and decides that jacqui isn’t the type to throw others under the bus, if they even decide to engage in this interview. “i was with jacqui, jacqui velazquez. they’re really sweet, honestly a great person to be trapped with.” she offers, hoping if this is aired jacqui remembers what ida did in that moment, what she could have done. “but we were together the whole time, freezin’ our lil tails off. and then when no one was in the lodge, we trudged our way back. i was just…glad i didn’t have to be alone durin’ all of that.” which, was the truth. that was the way to lie, mix it in with the truth so much that it all felt real. donovan shifts in his seat, which pulls her attention away from herself and she offers a hopeful smile, letting it fall as if she was thinking hard about this, feeling it all.

the picture is shocking, and ida tries her best to hide her facial expression. to keep it shocked, almost offended. far away from her real reaction, that she wanted to laugh. this was stupid. vandalizing a photo and leaving it for the staff? that was rich, and petty. it was also utterly stupid. either someone meant it, which come on, this was an embarrassing way to let out their rage against greer. or they were trying to frame someone. which also, come on. but she lets her mouth drop open as she takes it in. “no..no..” she stammers, head shaking, willing a misty-eyed look. “i have no clue, we weren’t close friends, but maybe a boyfriend? a friend? greer always had a lot of people around her so..” she trails off, glancing away from the photo as if it’s too much.

“do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

“no, no sir.” she shakes her head, hands now clasping onto her knee. “greer was loved wasn’t she? i mean, i certainly admired her.” hated her, but same thing right? obsession was obsession no matter what coat it wore. “It’s just…so awful. but, people can surely be so awful.” she admits almost like it’s a secret, “like…well i won’t name names. that’s not very ladylike of me. but some people are very jealous, and mean.” she whispers, leaning forward, eyes pleading and wide, cleavage pushed together. she holds it for a brief moment, pulling in all the sympathy she could before leaning back again, shaking her head. god, people were such idiots.

donovan gives another nod, leaning back and away from ida now too. She looks back to the camera and then to the crew, seeming sad and exhausted. "finally, it's been discovered that penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why greer had left. do you think that has anything to do with this photo? do you know why she might have left? even though being honest about it may seem scary, i promise you, it's the right thing to do. It's the only way we can protect you."

“i don’t know…” her voice is soft, attention still pulled away from donovan and the camera, as if she’s gazing out onto a field wishing for a new life, wondering what else there was out there. turning back, she gives them another look. “i just hope she’s okay ya know? I can’t…i can’t imagine havin somethin’...or someone…turn me away from a place like this and my life. but i hope she’s doin’ okay.” and that she never comes back.

donovan gives her a smile and camera’s are turned off. “thank you ida.” with a nod he’s pushing himself off and ida is watching him go before someone else is beckoning her up and ushering out, mumbling about a tight filming schedule. once the door closes, ida lets the concerned look drop and her face relax. she nailed that one.

#ogdentask #ogdentask005

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leakywright · 1 year ago

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ogden task 005: the hart of the matter

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. leaky didn’t want to be here. why did he agree to this? the funny thing is when he pictured college, he pictured press conferences. joking with reporters, celebrating wins, mourning losses. discussing plays and next-time strategies. projecting the what if’s of the draft. that espn would say his name followed by compliments about how he was one to watch. but they never came, that wasn’t his reality.

this was. sitting in khakis and a button down across from jesse’s dad feeling like he might actually shit himself. something he hadn’t done since third grade when he got food poisoning. but it might happen again, and this time it would be recorded. he smiles at leaky, how responds weakly, crosses his foot over his knee, nods as a cameraman counts down, and then turns to leaky. serious smile this time, a man all about business.

oh, yea. well therapy was something that had been mandatory for him his first year at ogden, so honestly, the habit kinda stuck. dropping from once a week to once a month, leaky never really tells them anything, always afraid it would somehow get back to the dean, but it’s a nice habit. plus he knows what it looks like. “yea, well i was already using our therapy services prior to all of this. it’s always been available, but glad to see that the support has been amped up. students need it to begin with, and uh…” his goody-two-shoe answer faltering slightly, “well, i think we all need as much support as we can get these days.” he gives a nod, knuckles rapping against the cushion of the chair he’s seated in. dean zuko would like that answer.

and so does donovan hart, who gives a smile and nod, pleased and already moving on.

his blood runs cold, thinking back to that night. he’d been entirely too drunk to do much of anything, but was still sent out and found…a bloody glove. that he didn’t report because by the time they were back to the chalet penny was dead, leaky was hunched over a toilet vomiting and dean zuko had already sent him short email to see him once he was back on campus. “uh, yea. penny didn’t really give you a choice,” he kinda chokes on her name, they hadn’t even been close but she was dead, “and so she sent me on an assignment. to collect firewood.” that he didn’t bring back because it was wet and he was freaking out. this isn’t a police interview, though leaky is half expecting dr. hart to make a note and lock eyes with someone as if they’ve found something. he doesn’t do either.

“in the wake of tragedy, it can be hard to recall things in detail. the brain has its own ways of protecting itself in high-stress situations, and i know that the police have been a near-constant presence on campus this year.” leaky gulps, their presence hasn’t really done much to make him, or anyone frankly, feel safer. “this is not that; i want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to share whatever you want about that night. did you see anything? hear anything?”

he freezes, eyes widening as he glances up, trying to pretend like he’s thinking it through. trying to remember. but he knows, knows exactly what happened even behind the haze of the alcohol. “yea…” he croaks out, his voice sounding different, like it wasn’t his. like he was outside of his body and someone else had taken over. “i found some wood, but it was wet. cause of the snow, so i knew it wouldn’t be good to bring back.” why is he retelling this? so easily? dr. hart didn’t even have to push that hard and leaky was already breaking. “i completely forgot about this, cause i’d been worried about the firewood and then everything happened so…quickly…” he pauses, as if wading through his memories, it all available again because dr. hart had asked the right questions. “i saw this glove, in the distance, a few yards away from the wood…” he squints, the memory picture perfect in his mind, but he’s trying to play it off like it was hazy. “and maybe some footprints? or probably animal tracks. it was hard to tell but i didn’t think much of it.” he leaves the part out about the blood, that was something he should have reported. “cause like, maybe someone had dropped it and was coming back for it? all of us were just following penny’s orders.” he swallows, as if guilt is now settling with him, like it hadn’t been there the entire time. “or maybe someone lost it skiing? A lost glove doesn’t seem like that big of a deal in the moment ya know? and i just…” he stops, looking down, defeated. as if his memory had betrayed him, as if this glove could have been a clue in the mystery. and maybe it would have been, if leaky had told the whole truth. now, he hoped, people would write it off and just give sympathy to a kid who was being too hard on himself.

dr. hart blinks, gives a small nod and leans toward leaky. as if to comfort him, to coax out more answers. leaky kept his eyes down, afraid that if he looked up the guilt would overwhelm him and he’d be spewing the god-awful truth all over the floor.

leaky shakes his head, alex had been the one to persuade them to turn around instead of getting any closer to the glove. to make the smart decisions, maybe if they had inspected it more they would have ended up in penny’s position. or worse, witnesses to it. “nah, i was with this kid alex, and he was by my side. kinda hard to wade through snow alone.” fuck, now they knew it was deep, what if they picked up on the idea that the glove hadn’t been covered? leaky hadn’t mentioned it either way. “he didn’t do anything.” and neither did i! not this time! but he didn’t, that would be too much.

“now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, i have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” a picture of Greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. all eyes but donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “this photo is shocking, i know. it was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

suddenly he's slammed back into his body. his insides were practically crawling, eyes looking over at a beautiful greer, her eyes crossed out, but it was still so obviously her. and it was hella creepy. he gulped, almost comically. “y’all…found this?” what did the dean say? no wonder he let leaky off with just a talking to, he had more on his plate than a drunk footballer hitting on his daughter. what did her parents think? he hopes that seeing this show won’t be the first time they see this. “i…greer and i aren’t close.” weren’t, but he pretends to have hope. “so i have no clue but…” he trails off, his stare saying everything else. this is fucked up. and yet this is how the school is dealing with it? that might be even more fucked up.

“do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?” dr. hart is looking at him so intensely he might just pop right out of his seat and hightail it across campus to hide under his bed. but leaky stays seated, popping his knuckles instead to release any sort of tension he can.

with a sigh he opens his mouth, “maybe a cry for help? that the students can’t do everything alone? we were trapped and no one came to make sure we were okay, and penny died. and greer…” his voice fades as he tears his eyes back toward the camera and then to dr. hart. “who knows what she was going through...is going through. but i think it’s clear…the adults need to help us too. help her, help us on the trip, on campus, friends with penny…” a far different cry from his praise of the therapists on campus too. “y’all are responsible too.” this was mentioned so quietly leaky is unsure if the boom mic can pick up on it. dr. hart makes no indication that he’s heard him either.

“no.” he states flatly, hands now smoothing across his pants. god, he’s getting antsy. he needs to call his mother, his father, his granny. anyone to remind him that life isn’t all of this. It’s not all mystery and death and disappearing acts and accusing old white men. but what if this is his life now? the choice he made to come here, to do what he did, to be who he was and…it all led here. was this his destiny? or his hell? looking up, he meets dr. hart’s eyes, almost pleading. “i don’t know why greer left. i’m not sure anyone does.” and he meant it, if they did they would have come forward by now right? that’s the right thing to do. what does leaky know about that. “but i…i don’t think this will help us find her.” it certainly didn’t feel like it would. “i just hope she…she knows people miss her. that we miss her. things obviously ain’t the same and-” he stops with a shake of his head, hand now wiping across his face as all words begin to fail him.

“that’s it?” dr. hart looks expectantly.

“yea,” leaky nods, “that’s it."

#ogdentask #ogdentask005 #blood mention tw #vomit mention tw

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aletheapierce · 1 year ago

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ogden task 005: the hart of the matter

as alethea sat in the leather chair, her fingers picked at the edge of her dress, wondering just what the fuck she was doing there. her mother had mentioned being honest and endearing and as charming and sweet as she could be with donovan, (how she found out about this, alethea had no clue), meaning that she wishes she was in alethea's place. anything to be near fame, to prove that she belonged with the best of them. the apple didn’t fall far from the tree did it?

maybe they shouldn't have done that line before this. but it just felt...necessary. they were sure jesse would do it, so no harm no foul right?

donovan hart faced her, giving a bright smile as if trying to relax them, to bring them in and open them up. their heart only tripled in time and she tried to casually check her own pulse - can't be having a heart attack in the middle of an interview now could she? he smooths over his jacket, looks to a person out of alethea’s line of vision, nods, and turns back to her.

“no need to be nervous now, just answer honestly. people want to hear your side of the story, to know who you are, how this is affecting you. nothing to hide.” oh, but the glint in his eye and the way he nodded his head to the side told her differently. they all knew everyone was hiding something. including her.

she swallows with a nod, mouth going dry, sniffling, fingers still pressing against each other through the velvet fabric of the dress. he smiles clears his throat, and then dives in.

did he? that certainly wasn’t advertised like he thought. “uhm…” they press their lips together and shrug. “not yet, it’s kinda hard to get an appointment. so many students are in need, and our classes are so demanding, plus the work we have after. hard to make it fit when there’s such limited time and appointments.” she lies, it rolls out so easily through her teeth. an excuse she has used time and time again with something else interested - calling her mom back, making friends, going on dates, doing whatever crazy diet her mother sent her. blame it on the workload. he nods, clearly unsatisfied with her answer.

she sniffs again, reaching to wipe her nose on her sleeve but freezes with her arm halfway raised as she remembers this is being recorded. putting it down, an anonymous pa brings over a box of tissues and she politely takes it. “allergies.” she whispers, wiping her nose before crossing her feet at her ankles and turning to mr. hart again. trying to channel her mother.

her thoughts are racing, thinking back to that night as a whole. It was a shitshow from start to finish, her mothers cool anger pricking her at every corner, the tension that lived in the air, and the misery of being trapped without heat or power for so long. plus everything else that was found. “uh yea, i’m sure you’ve heard, ya know. penny was on-top of everything, the kind of person who can command a room and convince even the most indifferent student to care. so she got us all into different pairs and groups, sending us out to do things. i was told to go look for supplies in other chalet’s, which i did. but by the time we collected everything, the power came back so we headed back and-” she stops herself, unsure why all these words are pouring out of her, not when she’s known for her quietness. maybe she really shouldn’t have done that line.

the polaroids. laid out for her or heni to find. monty being the one to stumble upon them, how they were now tucked away neatly under the bottom drawer of her desk. sometimes she took them out to stare at them - as if they could tell her any more than they already did. “not really, i mean it was pitch black and our phones died. I have the bruises to prove that.” she attempts a smile, but it comes off weakly and instead she glances back at her hands. “you know when you’re alone in the dark? and everything feels way more intense than it actually is? like the walls are moving in on you and the sound of a tree brushing against the door feels like someone taunting you? and even the air feels thicker, damp, like it’s waiting for you to turn around and realize the monster is right behind you?” she doesn’t know what she’s saying or where she’s going. had she ever really been afraid of the dark? “uh…well we were on high alert, and nothing ever came from it. but honestly, things feel like that now. lost in the dark with no knowledge of what we actually need to be afraid of so we’re just…skittish around everything…” her voice tapers off as she looks over the empty space minus the crew who are just focusing on the sound, the camera. she feels mr. hart’s eyes on her but when she glances back over at him, he’s shifting again. she hates him.

he clears his throat again, ready to move on to his next readied question, not even bothering to comment on her poor nonsensical metaphor. figures. “obviously, we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. if you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?"

“oh.” she pauses, she’s full on picking at her nails now, and she knows it’ll be the first thing her mother will comment on when she sees this. so she moves to sit on her hands instead, wondering if she should mention monty at all. but maybe he mentioned her? “yea, i was with monty.” we talked about how we’d have a threesome and found creepy photos in my bedroom, and he might have wanted to kiss me. but she doesn’t say any of that. “no, we were together the whole time.” even when they changed. “trying to use the flashlights on our phones and then trading off using my portable charger to keep any kind of light.” as if that needed to be explained. “so, no, not at all.” another pause as if he waits for something more. “you know my mother really loves you? like your show and all that, she went to ogden too and i think y’all crossed paths at some point. she’d probably want me to tell you that she says hello.” the words rush out, doing anything to point the attention away from her. he just smirks, his fingers tap against the armrest of the chair.

“now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, i have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” a picture of greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. all eyes but donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “this photo is shocking, i know. It was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

alethea might actually feel her heart stop. god, is she having a heart attack? as the photo sits there, they lean back, afraid that greer might come crawling out of the screen a la the ring. forgetting about her plan to keep herself from picking at their nails, their hands slide their way back into their laps, fingers twisting around each other until they turn white and find the edges of their cuticles on their thumbs. “i…” it’s greer, smiling, beautiful. probably from a party, or a night out. she had a way of disappearing just like alethea, all for very different reasons. so she can’t place it exactly, but it looks familiar enough. and for a second alethea feels like she might sob, something she hadn’t done about greer since everything started happening. they don’t know why it’s this moment, this photo that yanks this emotion from their chest. but fuck, alethea misses her, and they’re terrified.

seeing that she might be too shocked to answer, he presses on, “do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

people have done worse things than vandalize a photo of greer. but it still hurts, knowing that she’s gone, that they don’t have a reason, and that alethea has been trying to drown out this guilt. she realizes, sitting there, that nothing has worked and has only made it blossom in their chest. “why aren’t y’all doin’ anything’ about it?” the rarity of a small accent slips from her lips quietly as a tear falls. reaching for another tissues she blows into it softly, daintily like her mother taught her, but lets the tear fall anyway. they could be dramatic sometimes. “why is it just us?” the only ones who cared? who at least tried to do something with the information they found, but alethea feels further from the truth than they did at the beginning of the year.

they watch as his lips press into a thin line and the photo disappears from the screen. sadness, anger, fear, they all course through alethea so strongly she is aware she’s shaking. though that could also be the twenty-four ounce cold brew they chugged that morning. and the coke. but he continues on, because dammit, he has a show to film. "finally, it's been discovered that penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why greer had left. do you think that has anything to do with this photo? do you know why she might have left? even though being honest about it may seem scary, i promise you, it's the right thing to do. it's the only way we can protect you."

alethea had an idea, they all had ideas. but she can’t say it, can’t even whisper it because what would it say about them? about their relationship with greer? about things that they kept tucked away against their spine, pressed so finely they were sure it would go away. another tear falls and she looks down, the cuticle on their right thumb is bleeding again. they press into the tissue to hide it away.

“no, i have no clue.” they look back at him, tears now filling quickly that they know if they blink they’ll fall steadily down her cheeks. “if i did, i would have hoped we’d have her back by now.” and the thing is, alethea means it. but what she knows won’t bring greer back, it’d only turn more eyes on alethea, and away from the actual problem at hand. that greer was gone and penny was dead. her mouth opens and then closes and mr. hart (doctor? should she had been calling him that the whole time?) nods, lets out a breath and stands. no one says a word as they point alethea way out, the tissue still tucked around her thumb and the tears now starting to fall.

#ogdentask #ogdentask005 #drug use tw #blood tw

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ogdencollegerp · 1 year ago

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MARCH 18TH & 19TH, 2023

IN CHARACTER TASK 005 : THE HART OF THE MATTER

As mentioned in our last bulletin, Ogden College has decided to host Donovan Hart, celebrity psychatrist and host of "The Hart of the Matter" to do a special on everything that has occurred at Ogden this year - both the disappearance of Greer Morrison and the death of Penelope Klein, and how students are dealing with them. While being recorded for the show, students will be led through a series of questions pertaining to the tragedies. Just be careful - just because this isn't a police interview doesn't mean they aren't watching.

IMPORTANT NOTE: this should NOT reveal your characters motive or secret !!!

As always, this task can be approached however you would like. These are being recorded privately over the course of the weekend before midterms - so student's are unable to watch anyone else's interview, and have no idea what is coming. The script is followed in the same way for each of the students, the idea being that the special will be edited together when it is shown. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the discord or send over a DM !!!

AS A REMINDER, even though this is not an interview with the cops, your character should be dodging their motive and anything else they want to keep a secret, as well as anything they think would make them look bad. The cops believe there may have been foul play with the disappearance of THE GOLDEN GIRL, as the arrest and expulsion of THE NAIVE NEWCOMER shows, and believe that THE TEACHER'S PET - the catalyst for this recording - may have been murdered in conjunction. If they look suspicious in the interview for the show, they could very will be the next person dragged off campus by the police. Of course, wanting to look innocent and telling the truth are still two very different things.....

While of course not mandatory, if you are going to participate, please complete the task by SUNDAY, JULY 16TH.

Finally, please see below the cut for the script for each students recording, as well as the intro that will be utilized for the show, and the questions that were asked of them:

THE INTRO THAT WILL BE BEFORE THE CLIPS OF THE INTERVIEWS:

Donovan Hart, celebrity psychiatrist and host of the popular television show "The Hart of the Matter," walked confidently onto the brightly lit stage of his studio. His perfectly tailored suit and charming smile immediately caught the attention of the live studio audience and the millions of viewers watching at home.

"Good evening, and welcome to 'The Hart of the Matter,'" Donovan said, his voice smooth and polished. "Tonight, we're going to take a closer look at the recent tragedy that occurred on the ski trip of one of the nation's top colleges, Ogden College. As many of you know, my son Jesse is a student there, and I, like so many others, am deeply concerned about the welfare of the students and the school as a whole."

Donovan paused for a moment, letting the audience's sympathetic murmurs wash over him.

"As one of the largest benefactors of Ogden College, I feel it's my responsibility to shed light on the situation and set the record straight. There have been a lot of rumors and speculation in the media, and I want to ensure that the truth is told. So, I was graciously given the opportunity to go on campus to meet with some of the students, and have them share their experiences and insights."

The audience erupted into applause, and Donovan smiled smugly, basking in their admiration. He knew that he could use his charm and intelligence to guide the conversation and shape the narrative to his advantage. After all, he was Donovan Hart - the expert on the human mind and the master of manipulation.

"Let's get started, shall we?" he said, motioning towards the screen where the interviews would be playing. "Welcome to 'The Hart of the Matter,' where we always get to the heart of the issue."

THE QUESTIONS THAT WERE ASKED OF EACH STUDENT:

“Do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? Or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

#ogdenplot #ogdentask #task005

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mythosborn · 2 years ago

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# MYTHOSBORN : INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE & PRIVATE PORTRAYAL OF MYTHOLOGY BASED MUSES, FROM GREEK MYTHOLOGY. NOT INFLUENCED BY ANY MODERN RETELLINGS OR PORTRAYALS, PURELY MYTH AND HEADCANON BASED. TRIGGERING MATERIALS AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. adored by shelley — 30, pst, low to medium activity.

✧ — NAVIGATE BLOG : carrd » wishlist » memes . ✧ — ALSO AT : @axewon ( johanna mason ) » @lorestold ( general multimuse ) » @queenwolved ( hayley marshall & elena micahels dual muse ) » @allqueen ( hera ) » & @fonsmors ( persephone )

muses and rules temporarily under the cut:

001. this is a highly headcanon based blog for muses from greek mythos, both god and mortal. due to the themes featured in greek mythology, including in hera's own stories and the way that she takes her anger out on mortals, there are triggering themes featured here, so minors, please don't interact. this is not my main blog, and i can often be found on @lorestold, which is my main blog. when i'm not here, find me there!

002. as mentioned, this blog is not my main priority, but for my sake of mind, it's a mutuals only blog that i consider low activity. if i don't follow for follow, but if we are mutuals, please know i do want to write with you at some point!

003. this blog uses the beta editor only, so please use trim reblogs when replying to things with me, otherwise i won't be able to cut them properly. as far as formatting go, i generally use small text and icons of my own making, using a psd from @calisources and a border by @creationcolors & @jaynedits combined. don't take and use anywhere, especially without permission.

004. greek mythology is really triggering and it never shies away from the darker aspects of it, even the more . . . wild ones, if you will. this portrayal will not water them down either, so please take care when following.

005. as far as my portrayal, i don't take any influence from any interpretations of hera outside of mythology itself, and my own headcanons and thoughts. i don't follow anything from percy jackson, from any modern retellings or anything else, so please don't assume when it comes to my portrayal.

006. please send me memes! tag me in things!! approach me about shipping! i love the idea of exploring things, but chemistry's required. that said though, sending memes is the best way to test the waters!

007. there's more i'm sure, but i can't think of what, so just keep an eye on things. basic rpc etiquette applies though, so please just be a good person and we'll get along fine.

MUSES.

✧ — selene, goddess of the moon. » margot robbie.

✧ — nyx, goddess of the night » mila kunis.

✧ — demeter, goddess of the harvest » emily blunt.

✧ — hecate, goddess of witchcraft » katie mcgrath.

✧ — cassandra, trojan priestess » melisa asli pamuk.

✧ — andromache, trojan princess » hande erçel.

✧ — helen, spartan queen » lili reinhart.

✧ — amphitrite, queen of the sea » kiera knightley.

✧ — thetis, nereid » penelope cruz.

✧ — briseis, trojan princess » demet ozdemir.

✧ — aphrodite, goddess of sex, beauty and lust » adelaide kane.

✧ — artemis, goddess of the hunt » alexandra daddario.

✧ — athena, goddess of wisdom » marie avgeropoulos.

✧ — ariadne, cretian princess » phoebe dynevor.

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