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☾ Sometimes you need to walk in the shade to find the light ☾  Original Bio ☾

Nothing has changed. He is living life and playing sports.

Sports build character — contacts

Sent to Olympia Lawson  (Crazy Sis) — Fine don’t stop and say Hi, hope whatever you are going to do is so important you can’t take a moment to say hi.

Sent to Delaney Lawson (Sane Sis) —  You are amazing sis, you totally kicked your own face!

Sent to Nora Linddell (Sunshine) — Miss you, wanna have lunch?

Sent to Kit Wilde (Best Friend) — Can we talk soon? I need a bit of positive percpective

Sent to Gabe Singclaire (Gabe) — How’s it going man?

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☾ I dance because words can’t express they way my body moves ☾  Original Bio ☾

Delaney was doing fine, she was no longer as worried about her older sister and her younger brother. She was mainly focusing on herself and dance. She spend more time in the dance studio creating new pieces that could work for her reel. For once in her life she only had to worry about herself and how good she felt. It had been sometime since she felt that way.

Dancers Life for me — contacts

Sent to Olympia Lawson  (Olly) — Did you get enough sleep last night?

Sent to Lysander Lawson (Lys) —  Hows things been going you’ve been rather quiet.

Sent from Aidan Hood (JerkFace) — I’m sorry I yelled at you, I just worry about my sister.

Sent from Norma Hainline (Beautiful <3) — Wanna help me make a piece?

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☾ I’m doing my best to live life, because we only get one. ☾  Original Bio ☾

Olympia is still dealing with her heart ache. She is still trying to fix herself, trying to figure out how to keep him in her life and move on. Because she had a feeling he would never feel the same way about her that she felt for her. He would always be her best friend, she just needed to push past her own feelings to let that happen. She is much better now, only hitting the really lows at odd hours of the night when she cant sleep. But she has a special strain of weed that relieves her sadness and helps her sleep.

Rebel Girls get it done — contacts

Sent to Delaney Lawson  (Laney) — Your dance performance was beautiful sorry I left so quickly, seeing him happy is still hard.

Sent to Lysander Lawson (LysaLot) —  Little bro, I don’t know how you catch that ball but you are amazing. Keep it up.

Sent from Aidan Hood (?) — Bestie hows things? Hit me up when you have time.

Sent from Kathleen Hainline (Lovely) — Are you busy? I could use someone to talk to.

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Alice

Alice: I'm fine

Alice: in my room because I'm not stupid

Alice: you're ok?

John: Never said you were but I still worried.

John: I'm fine watching an old friend carefully, couldn't help but see if maybe you wanted company too?

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Alice

John: Hey are you okay?

John: Where are you at right now?

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msmaricn:

“I wasn’t joking.” Marian finally looked up from the mess of papers around her to smile sadly at John. She hadn’t been joking in the slightest. Things were so bad that merely being alive was all it took to be considered all right. Not even alive and well. Plenty of people were alive and not doing well in the slightest. But at least they were alive. John’s answer to her question about Robin had her frowning. Something was off, and naturally Marian was worried.

“I don’t find response that comforting.” But John was here with her, so surely there wasn’t any more reason to worry about Robin. Marian hoped as much at least. As John lay in an empty space near her, Marian scooted closer to him, laying down herself and resting her head on his back. It was the most comfortable she felt since this whole ordeal began.

“If you look hard enough in the old papers from Nottingham, you can see where the corruption is. I… may have done some snooping even from in London. You know I’ve never been the one to run head on in to things. That was you and Robin’s job, I followed and kept you out of trouble. This is different but… There’s got to be something–somewhere–in one of these. This is Los Angeles.”

“Well don’t say it like that. Also don’t smile like that you are going to make me worry more.” John knew she hadn’t been joking but he had hope, all he had was hope. John’s phone went off, he responded to Robin quickly trying not to make a face at the message before tucking it back into his pocket. Something was going on and the fact that he didn’t know what it was bothered him in ways he couldn’t express. His main concern was making sure that Marian was safe and protected. He’d die before he’d let something anything happen to her. 

“I know but it’s the best I can give you. He’s safe.” He spoke before another text message came through, he answered quickly. Taking a short second to send another one off to someone else. John didn’t move when she laid on him instead smiling a bit that she felt safe enough to lay down with him. The library was so quiet they would have heard anyone trying to sneak up anyways, so he wasn’t worried. 

“I hope you find something but I have a feeling in my gut, it’s a student. There are too many connections with people to have it not be personal in some fashion.”

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to: johnny boy

Robin: Thank you, John. Thank you.

Robin: You okay, mate? You haven't gotten anything have you?

John: I'd do anything for you mate.

John: No, I haven't gotten anything, not from them. I'm with Marian right now, she's safe.

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to: johnny boy

Robin: Ghostface said I have to choose, John.

Robin: I had to choose or somebody would die

John: ...

John: I see you keep Merida save I've got Marian don't worry.

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msmaricn:

Marian’d been reminded only that morning that sometimes the best way to solve things was to take matters into your own hands. So that’s what she’d decided to do. And if she thought to hard on whether John and Robin were okay, she’d worry far more than she normally did. She’d never been the brawn in a situation - even at eight she was always the brains. So rather than give in to the notion that there was no rhyme or reason behind any of this, she’d grabbed some old papers from the campus library. History might have been the best place to start. And the worry would stick at the back of her mind while she focused on reading. 

She glanced up as the footsteps approached. Only if someone was looking for her would they find her here. And as far as she was aware, there was no reason anyone dangerous would be looking for her. The slight speed in her heart rate slowed again as soon as she heard her best friend’s voice, and she threw John a smile. 

“Yes, of course. I’m alive.” That was almost all it took to be considered all right anymore. “Are you? …and Robin? I know how to hide, John, I learned that from you.” Marian glanced at the papers spread about her in the cubicle she’d holed herself up in, letting out a sigh. “I have to do something. Maybe there’s a clue…somewhere.”

John was of course already looking for both Robin and Marian the moment news broke on campus but the two were good at one thing, that he wouldn’t admit. At least out loud. “That isn’t funny.” He spoke rather unlike John, even joking about her dying after getting reunited so soon not something he wanted to think about. Marian was innocent in all of this, she hadn’t been here long enough to make any enemies. He doubted she would be able to anyways. “I’m standing here, so I’m safe. The person would have to get a jump on me fairly well, I did live in Nottingham after all.” And he and Robin had gotten very good at sneaking around. 

“Robin is safe.” He did n’t elaborate that something was obviously very wrong and that he only knew he was safe because of texts to check up on her. He leaned against the door frame for a moment before seeing the good idea to lay on the floor and closed the door. He was forced to lay down because even sitting he could easily be seen. “In old newspapers?”

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Upon his best friends request he first stopped at Marian’s dorm room when no one answered he turned towards the the quad. After searching just about everywhere for the third amigo, he checked the last place anyone should be on a lock down. The school Library. He found her towards the back surrounded by old newspapers. “Hey Love, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You alright?” He walked into the room she had acquired for herself. She was sitting on the floor obscured from view. “At least you are out of sight. What are you looking at?” @msmaricn

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to: johnny boy

Robin: I need you to do something for me, Johnny.

Robin: and I know it's not fair to ask of you but she means something to the both of us

Robin: can you check on Marian? I can't explain now, mate, but I need to know she's safe.

John: Oh course.

John: You don't to have an explanation I was planning to check on her anyways.

John: Is everything alright though?

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darling-wendy-bird:

“You can try and change people, but they don’t always stay changed. Something or someone always comes along and ruins all the work you put into a person. Maybe that says more about the person than you,” she shrugged, “but doesn’t that reflect you, too, at the end of the day? The fact that you couldn’t make a strong enough impression on someone’s life?” Distress creeped into her voice. She was letting on more than she ever had with a stranger. It was slightly terrifying. “You do your best, but maybe your best isn’t good enough, especially when you see failure after failure after failure.” Faces belonging to the lost boys flashed through her mind. “So, yes, I believe you make it look easy. Because I’ve tried. And it’s not as easy as it sounds.” Wendy stared at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact after her rant. John wasn’t a stranger, she realized, but they certainly weren’t quite friends yet. The earlier feeling of being comfortable around him was returning. Maybe he was changing his aura or something. Did people who read cards believe in that stuff too? “Thank you,” she said again. “It’s been a long time since I’ve wondered in my thoughts. I’m used to getting into trouble for doing that.”

“You can’t change some people, but you know, knowing that helps. You are an amazing person so you don’t need to worry about them. Just don’t worry about you staying amazing that the most important thing in the very end of the day.” He smiled patting her knee for a moment. John shook his head, “No not really, because there are people stuck in their ways and at the same time I have effected others is such a way that one doesn’t matter as much.” John smiled unaware of what she was letting on, he just felt the need to calm her distress. That he was picking up on completely. “Wendy, what is this really about? I can’t help you if you keep skirting around the subject you really want to talk about. Look I am not going to judge you, its not my thing okay?” He could tell that something was up and that Wendy really needed to talk about it. Because when was the last time she spoke about it? A long time he was sure. He was just a rather calming kind of person, really it wasn’t an act. “Why would you get in trouble for that? It happenes to everyone.”

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lvstprincess:

“Oh,” she stared at the shirt she now grasped in her hands. “That’s really sweet of you, but are you sure? You won’t be needing it later?” After he turned she glanced around nervously to make sure there were no other people around. That’s when she noticed a few bushes and decided it’d be better to duck behind them in case someone did happen to show up. If she wasn’t so desperate to get out of her sweater she would have turned the man’s shirt down. After changing into the shirt, she emerged from the bushes and tapped John on the shoulder, “all clear. Thank you, I’m sure you saved me from heat stroke. I’ll be sure to wash it and give it back to you.” Her eyes widened at his statement, “but the beach is great! Besides, that’s what sunblock is for. Maybe since I’ve never been to one before I fell in love with it when I first went to one when I got here. You can find the coolest seashells here! I already have a shelf in my dorm full of them.”

John chuckled nodding still completely turned away from her, “I’ll be alright I tend to carry extra clothes just in case so this is my just in case scenario.” John heard her move but waited until he knew she was done changing. He was a resspectable gentleman after all. Plus he had his eye on a different blonde. A smile produced on his face just thinking about Alice. When she tapped him on the shoulder he turned around smiling, but it quickly turned into a chuckle. “Oh sorry I don’t mean to laugh. My shirt is just so big on you. I don’t mind I’d rather you wear my shirt then passed out from the heat.” He waved off her last remark, “No need to wash it I can do that.” He didn’t want her going through the extra trouble. More so since he could freely do his own laundry on campus. “That is very true I have been to the beach more then once back home and here is really no different save for more tourists I think.”

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fastcrthanfast:

“Thanks. I guess I had to be good at something in life. And here I was going to offer to take you out to the track once I can drive again.” Lightning grinned. “All I do is worry these days but I‘m trying.”

“Oh if you are driving I might have to take you up on that. I promise to bring a bag just in case, but if I don’t have to look I should be alright.” John chuckled lightly. “Hey I love helping people not worry. Wanna do something off campus?”

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torinpascal:

“Ohh.” That she could understand. Sort of. Torin played with the end of her sleeve, wondering when or if she would have to go back to her room to change. The temperature rarely bothered her, hot or cold, but maybe LA had temperatures she wasn’t used to dressing for. “I like the clouds too,” she added after a second. “I want to bounce on ‘em. I’m still trying to figure out a way to build a ladder up there.”

John smiled nodding, it was a nice one, one that didn’t judge. “Of course I could just wear a long sleeve shirt and roll the sleeve up when it gets warm I suppose.” He shrugged, he did just miss England. “When you do that please do give me a call I would love to join.”

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“That can be arranged.” 

“Yes, well, if you want me to move you’re going to have to carry me out of here.”

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austinaxiom:

“Don’t say that too loudly or it’ll call all the girls wearing Uggs. Nobody wants that.”

“Its still too hot for Uggs lucky enough.”