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[kampfend]

Who: Allison Argent (driven), Annabeth Chase (oikodomae) Mikasa Ackerman (kampfend) and you!
Where: all around Wonderland Storybrooke!
When: the event!
Rating:PG-13 for safety reasons?
Summary: catch-all event log! feel free to latch onto a starter or to make your own.
The Story:

KATHRYN BRUNT/Allison Argent

Kathryn is a junior at Storybrooke High. She has a decent group of friends and a great girlfriend and an okay family life, other than the fact her parents never seem to be around or really care much for her general state of being. She really has no complains, except for the part where she's not really sure what's missing. Because something is, and she's trying to find it, one of those people who are friends with everyone but only close with a couple, who changes hobbies every few weeks, few months, just because nothing seems to stick. She takes a lot of walks on her own, tries a lot of things despite knowing she isn't good at them, all looking for that one piece in her life that isn't there.

The one piece she can't seem to find.

But on the outside, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. Her smile looks okay, she holds herself okay, she's always with friends or doing extracurricular or anything she can find to pass the time. The only issue? None of it seems to really be working, and she doesn't know why.

ANNA CHASTIN/Annabeth Chase

Anna's a senior at Storybrooke High, with great grades and an even better resume and is looking to go to Boston University next fall. She's got a great boyfriend - Nico/Nick - who she has been dating for just over a year now and really does love. The only issue? Is that there seems to be this boy, Percy Jackson/Thesues Parker Lewis, who for her whole life has always been more than just a little annoying. Now? Now that annoying is something else, something she's not really sure how to handle.

Add on a previously horrible relationship-and-break-up with one of her closest family friends - Luke - that has left her feeling not only incredibly guarded, but still heartbroken. Still totally shattered. He ruined her life, ruined her chances at love, and if it weren't for Nico/Nick she would still be a horrible mess today.

Other than that, she holds her head up high, because she is the class president and she does have to set a good standard. And while her own personal life may be complicated, it is also personal, and she can't let that bleed into her school work or her potential future.

MELISSA ANDERSON/Mikasa Ackerman

No one really knows what happened to Melissa. They know that the Andersons used to be incredible people, with a beautiful daughter and loving parents. They also know that one night, their family was ruined, when the Andersons were brutally murdered in front of their young daughter for no reason at all. No one really remembers details, no one really wants to talk about it, but they all feel for the young girl who had her family ripped away so violently and suddenly from her normal, good life.

Since then, Melissa has become a haunted, quiet child. Barely says a word, barely seems to react to anything around her. She was taken in by a foster family that isn't mean to her, per say, but they don't really remember she's there. They leave her on her own, ignore her, forget she's there - the only reminder being the check they get in the mail every month. Not that Melissa seems to complain much - she doesn't talk much - and except for a small boy that she always seems to follow around she doesn't actually have any friends. She moves more like a ghost than a child, but she's still there, keeping to the corners and out of the way.

[ ooc action spam and/or prose is welcome! as are text threads or phone calls or whatever you want. heading out for a movie right now but I'll put up some general starters for these girls when I get back, but feel free to slap something down that I can get to as well! c: ]

Comments

[marred]

[ life sucks and then you die. that's the one idea that plagues lucas for the entirety of his day. never has he ever felt the intense need to change things, to strike out against the hand that feeds, than he has for the last twenty-four hours. he thinks sleeping will work, and he does, for a few hours in the night, but it isn't until he's tossed to the floor after having almost drowned — not in water, though, but inside of himself — he'd awoken in a cold sweat and had remained awake, the feeling of a blade slicing into his side and even piercing his ribcage still feels as real as him hitting the floor. ]

[ he's not the type to take to trees. climbing them as a kid had been fun. the thrill of the heights and the possibility of plummeting to the ground had always kicked his adrenaline into overdrive. but lucas' never quite taken to trees as the boy in his memories had. when he'd been walking down the very street he's taken to for years, he'd come to a stop in front of a pine tree that had suffocated him with a thick layer of melancholy and hot anger. a tree is a tree; they're there for kids to climb, to provide shade for older people, and for cats to get stuck up in. never has he ever fallen from one, but it's as though the tree had done something to him. ]

[ the colour of orange has never looked good on him, either. rock climbing has always been an activity he's steered clear against, disliking being up in the air, as if afraid he'll be struck down with a stone or even a shot of lightning. whenever he happens to daydream during the day, it shifts into adventures that seem almost too surreal. there's a garden with a glowing tree, golden apples sitting on the branches, with an one-hundred headed dragon curled up beneath it. there's a sword in his hand that feels better than a hockey stick ever will — he's run miles and miles, as though he can penetrate the different worlds that his mother had once believed existed before she had ceased to even remain inside, and in control, of her own mind. ]

[ he's playing his xbox when his phone trills. it's a ringtone he hasn't quite found another recipient for, but it's as if his phone remembers a number he had deleted a long time ago. he doesn't move to snatch it from his bed as he hits the console buttons harder than necessary, but, within a few moments, curiosity gets the best of him. tossing the console to the side, the game slowly dying as everything he has worked for falls to shit, he looks at his phone and instantly recognises the number. ]

Rate this need on a scale and then take a number.

[ but the fact he answers is a response in itself. it's funny, how he had begun daydreaming of her, of another life where he had inevitably disappointed her. there's another girl there, bright blue eyes, black hair, who had sent his heart running faster than his own legs could ever hope to carry him. it had been with her he had felt hope, overwhelmed by it, it bleeding into his life here where his father stating he should try to take his own athletic career seriously hadn't been met with a self-deprecating remark or eyeroll. it's funny to him, how he dreams of dying and the one thing that has remained dead for months seems to burst back through his front door and into life itself. ]

[oikodomae]

[ she doesn't remember what it feels like to sit still.

that had always been a strong-point for her, her focus and concentration outamtching anyone in the world. give her a book and she could zone out for hours, unaware of conversations, of earthquakes, of the entire world falling down around her in a pile of hot ash. she could go hours in one position, with the only movement being the slow rise and fall of her chest, her eyes shifting from one side to the next the only indication of life itself.

now? now she can barely sit at all.

she wants to run, to climb. wants to take to trails that lead right on out of town, head underground for no reason other than to look. until now, books had been enough, been more than enough, but now she feels like there's an itch she can't scratch. it pulls her to the woods for a short bit, to a hill for another. she feels like she's let someone down when no one had been expecting anything at all from her, like she had never been given the chance she should have had.

anna feels like she's been waiting her whole life for a chance, and that - for whatever reason - lucas and a girl, with blue eyes and black hair, are the only ones who have given it to her.

it hurts, to think of him in one moment and to remember him the next. to think of him as something more than what he is, something slightly different. her chest still hurts and her head pounds, but rather than wanting something back she had once, she's craving for recognition. for appreciation. she'd loved him at one point, but now that love is morphing into something else entirely, and it's making her feel sick. she knows whatever this is, whatever her brain is doing, isn't natural. it shouldn't be happening at all. but she doesn't know who to talk to or who to go to other than she sees lucas' face and it's bigger and taller than she remembers it being before, and she thinks he has to know.

by the time her phone buzzes back, she's got her coat pulled tightly around her, her scarf around her neck. the cold air is the only thing that is keeping her together at this point, and she doesn't want to break that by pulling out her phone. and yet she does anyway, looking at the response and feeling something between an amused snort and an affronted huff bubble up in her throat. ]

I can't stop thinking about a tree
tell me on a scale how screwed up that is

[ and a girl she wants to add. a single eye. ]

what are your thoughts on cyclopses?