Lead me Home || 1x1 w/ .winter and .Addicted.

[.winter]

You were just a normal person, normal guy, normal girl, stressing over about grades and just keeping your life in check. You had only one desire, which was to simply be happy. Blasting music, blowing off homework, just being a normal teenager, a normal adult, planning a family, going to work, brewing your coffee just as you liked it. A normal kid, worrying about the crust on your peanut butter and jelly, begging your parents to stay up for just one more hour past your bedtime. You were just, you. Until now, nothing about you or the world is normal how. The dead hit. There had been a rumor that a mixture of some of the biggest diseases and a new one that had been created because of it had resulted in the dead rising, that once you died, you just...come back. Bombs falling, screaming, terror, massacres in the streets and the FBI evacuating everyone and anything from the close knit neighborhood you came to either love or either to hate. Your family packed up everything as fast as they could and tried to get out of the country as fast as possible, until every little thing you needed to survive no longer existed. Every lick of food not even barely on the shelves, the water no where to be found, and everywhere you looked, the groaning of the dead surrounded you and your family. Every gas station you stopped at was empty and shut down, every building destroyed and broken, smoke rising from the busted pipes and snapped wires that kept electricity functioning, and what happened to you and your family, well that is your story. You have the option of sharing it or not, but in the end, you are going to be the survivor in the end of the world. Well, that is what they told us.

One on One roleplay between .winter and .Addicted.

[.edawnie.]

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Name;;
Aiden Alexander Whitmoore
Gender;;
Male
Age;;
Eighteen
Birthplace;;
Manchester, England
Sexuality;;
Straight

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+Traits;; Determined. Smart. Focused.
- Traits;; Stubborn. Rude. Arrogant. Cold.
Likes;; Music. Winter. Rain. Drawing.
Dislikes;; Wannabes. Attention seekers. Death.
Crush;; No one yet
Bf/Gf;; Nope

"You want to know about me? Well there's not much I want to tell.
I know one things for sure because I've been told it too many
times to count and that's that I'm arrogant. I've been raised to
want the best so that's what I'll have. I never back down from
anything even when I'm wrong. I can't help it because I'm just
stubborn. I also can't help but judge everything almost immediately.
That inborn judgement makes me a bit cruel but why should I care?
Everyone in my family is like that so why should I be different?
The last main trait I know I have is that I have a quick mind. I may
be sarcastic but that takes brains to power."

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Name;;
Elias Daniel McCarthy
Gender;;
Male
Age;;
Eighteen
Birthplace;;
Belleville, New Jersey
Sexuality;;
Heteroflexible

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+Traits;; Loyal. Daredevil. Thoughtful. Curious.
- Traits;; Hot-headed. Observant more than social.
Likes;; Singing. Summer. The beach. Friends. Photography.
Dislikes;; Heat. Judgmental people. Hunting.
Crush;; No one yet
Bf/Gf;; Nope

"Let's see... I know that I don't back down from any challenge
and at times that can be a bad thing. I think is just a guy thing that
makes me want to do everything that people think I can't do. Aside
from that I'm a pretty chill guy. I love hanging out and walking around,
enjoying the little things. The thing that I suck at though is socializing
with strangers. Meeting new people is a bit hard for me because I
tend to struggle with words. When you do get to know me, however,
I love to talk and do silly things together whether they be getting in
trouble together or running around being dumb together. No matter
what, I'm always there for my friends. "

[.winter]

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» name: autumn hope
» gender: female
» age / birthday: seventeen / november fourth, 1997
» sexual orientation: heterosexual
» family: april hope (sibling)

» height: 5'8"
» eyes / hair: golden brown / chestnut brown

» main traits: sarcastic, quiet, snappish, silly, playful, loyal, rude,
mysterious, rebellious, prideful, open-minded, creative,

» personality: autumn is just a straight up rude and sarcastic girl.
she has never liked the fact of falling in love, even if she had at a
time. she had never liked the idea of getting close to any other person,
as she had her iPod and her books and her sketch pads, to draw to
whatever she was feeling. she had grown up without a father, and
hadn't really have been keen to hang out with anyone who thought
they understood the things she had gone through. when she grew up,
her mother had always cared for her, always protected her, but that
will be described more in her history as she died of cancer when she
was about to turn 17 years old. 1 year and she had herself to rely on,
letting whatever emotions she could express be curled up in a tight and
forever shut box that she never had a desire to open. she doesn't care
who that person is, she will scream at that person for even looking at
her the wrong way, even try to claim they can help her. autumn hates
the fact that love never had treated her right, and she rolls her eyes and
is disgusted by anyone in love, occasionally tripping the girl up or the
guy in order to get their lips separated. autumn doesn't usually think
before she acts, which is her greatest flaw, because under her harsh
anger, she will be hurt for it later. she is the pull pranks and laugh at it
later type of girl, screw the rules and follow whatever she wanted to do,
and never ever let anyone tell her who she was and who she wasn't, what
she was good at and what she wasn't. it will take an extreme amount of
effort to crack into her shell, but if that person successfully does, she is
the most silly and funny girl you'd ever meet. she will never break a promise,
never fall back, and go with everything that approaches her with full effort.
she will never let you down, but if you let her down, be prepared to never
see or speak to her again.

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ＡＵＴＵＭＮ ＨＯＰＥ !xxＡＵＴＵＭＮ ＨＯＰＥ !

autumn hope/writing belong to .winter; formatting done by zealous

Name:April Hope
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 4th, 1997
Height: 5'8"
Age: 17 years old
Eyes: golden brown
Hair: dirty blonde
Traits:Bubbly, quiet, cute, spontaneous,
courageous, positive, social, open minded
Rank:Loner
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Friends: None
Siblings: Autumn, older sister
Foes: None at the moment
Weapons: steak knife
Pet:None
Love interest: None at the moment

April is overall a very quiet girl that
but once given the chance is the most
positive and happy girl you would ever
meet.

It takes little effort to crack into her
shell, having to give her the chance to
let her be herself and show you what
she is really made of. Most of the time,
she is the girl in the hallway rushing to
her next class, taking notes quietly in
the back, or drawing when she was done
with the work she so easily understood.
She is mostly invisible, but she doesn't
really mind, she knows what she is and
who she is, and that has always been
enough for April. She loves the color
pink, loves to draw and read, but most of
all, her favorite hobby is singing and dancing.
She has always wanted to do that but she
has never had the courage to do so. She also
adores skateboarding, but nobody would
know or even expect that of her. Underneath
she is bubbly and silly, loves to take lots
of pictures or play in the water on a summer day.
April also loves to laugh and shine, but
now that she has been moved to what looks
like an entirely different world, she has to find
those things again and make them blossom.
Even if those things have to be good at killing
the dead.

[.winter]

→ Autumn Hope || 17 || Feeling: Tired

Time is ticking. The world is the bomb.
The disease was the spark to this so called bomb. You never know when it was going to explode. And there came a time in life in which you were happy, after being sad for so long. But that could just be inspirational crap. It could be advice I could have taken, I could have listened. I just never did. If you didn't listen, you had to teach yourself. Teach yourself to be inspirational, to hope, to pray. I never knew how beneficial that skill could have been. I never knew. Until my 8 days were up. Everyone else had 8 days, too. Until they left the earth, or some stayed behind, the crazy, the stupid, the weak, and the strong. Strong doesn't really fit into a category, the strong can be the crazy, or the stupid, or even the weak. The fact in reality though is everyone is the strong. Some people just don't know how to place the strong into action. And so they die. Everyone dies.

But they didn't just die. Their memory still continues. Not in the way in which you would hold a memorial, or visit their grave when you were sad. They continue to live. Their footsteps roam the earth, their breathing echoes in the winds. Their shadows are warm and consistent. But they are not themselves. They are the dead. Maybe they died because of weakness, maybe they were forced into the doors of death, from the others who were starving for their skin.
And they are here. They arrive in 8 days.

The sun seemed to burn through my room as my eyelids fluttered open on a Sunday morning, heating the room and everything inside. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my heart racing and the the throb was so painful I was convinced it would pop out of my chest. Not a trace of wind in my room had been born, or outside, the curtains laying still and silent. My head was spinning as I lifted my back up, stretching from the constant nightmare that encompassed my dreams every time I closed my eyes. I could go into detail, but I fear thinking about my dream was to much for me to handle. If just having it every night scared me to the point where I was shaking and didn't make me want to close my eyes ever again, I doubt talking about it would help. Before I could truly wake up, my Aunt Cathy, whom had decided I was left alone to much and decided to move into my house a few days ago and was still way to preppy and obviously didn't know I preferred stepped into the baking lavender room with a small smile and a tray filled with food. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, and of course my favorite, the slight thing I mentioned, brewed coffee with a hint of honey and sugar. "Good morning!" She happily stated, me, I wasn't to glad. I hated mornings, and tomorrow was my first day of senior year, so I wasn't to keen on waking up or getting excited for my last day of summer. My eyes focused on the steam that rose from my coffee in swirls, as if the coffee itself was heated by the sun pouring in my room. "Stop being so loud." I grumbled, my usual every morning perks had kicked in, annoyance and most likely wanting to say something I'd regret later. But honestly, I was trying not to hurt my Aunt Cathy's feelings, knowing in the back of my mind how sensitive she truly was. Something in the kitchen was steaming so loud it make my head ache even more, annoying me even more. "Go turn that off!" my lips mumbled, aches escaping my chapped lips and squinted eyelids. I hated mornings. I should be excited though, it was my moms birthday after all. She would have been 42 today if cancer hadn't taken her about a month ago. And when that thought bubbled up into my mind, I suddenly lost all interest in eating. I shook the food away quietly, knowing she was trying to celebrate something thats should be a momentous occasion, she would want us to celebrate her birthday, but I was just focused on shutting the world out at the moment. A small knock on the door broke my reverie, and soon her pet cat, Buzz, stepped in elegantly while purring and wrapping his orange striped tail around her leg, trying to get his favorite snack of an egg. But I hated cats, so I gave it a look of disgust while shaking away the food, and Aunt Cathy, who was already in tears due to my reaction to her breakfast in bed approach. I was never one to cry, but seriously, don't cry in front of me for something I couldn't help. But soon she escaped the room, knowing she was going to go stare at a picture of my mother for hours and beg god to bring her sister back. And odd enough, how similar I was with my mother, we both lost our sisters. Funny really, how cruel the world could be.


→ April Hope || 17 || Feeling: Excited

It was a very sunny day, a small breeze in the wind which made it beyond perfect and had begun to make my very tired mood soon dissolve into excitement. I sighed happily, knowing a Sunday, as well as happy whether was always good luck. The white cream cloud seemed to seep through the sky as if it were a strainer, never to be opened or closed, but so the sun could shine through in an out. My eye soon adjusted and realized I slept over ay my friend Dakota's house, her real name being Daisy, but you weren't even her friend if you had called her that. Her leg laid lazily on mine as she was still asleep, since I had slept over and we passed out after pulling an all-nighter on her parent's king sized bed, and I knew for a fact she wouldn't be waking up soon. But in an odd way, it reminded me of my sister, Autumn. I haven't even thought about her in awhile, honestly, but the gesture was way to similar to my older sisters personality than I was really comfortable with, soon ripping my leg underneath from my friends and sliding up and off the crumbled covers so I could get some point of what I was going to do today and what the day had in store for me. Perhaps I should reconsider whatever my sister hated, maybe there was a reason behind her being so isolated all the time. But whoever she was, confused me to the point where I was flipping the same problem over and over again in my head till I was sweating, and people would claim as I would support the lie of having a "hot-flash", since that was so much easier to explain than obsessing over the problems with your stranger of a sister. But when hot water drowned my hands when I placed them under after sliding my contacts on my eyes, the thoughts dissolved. I was going to call my other friend today, Elias, and hang out with him. It would be a great day, both of us were talking about going to see some new zombie movie, and I could sleep over at his house, on the couch. I haven't seen him since of his extremely busy and non-flexible schedule, but today he made time for me, and it gave me a new sense of hope. After doing a swift and quick breakfast preparation, I decided to check my phone and send him a text of when we were going to meet up, but a text from, a name I hardly ever saw before, my sister's name plastered across my iPhone, to which, I never check and am hardly on. My mother had passed away a month ago, and she was just now telling me. I couldn't even process the information, my legs were frozen in place. How cruel could this world be? What did I do to deserve it? She can't be dead, no no no. No way. But through my heartbreak, and my tears falling down my face, another text from an unfamiliar number beeped on my phone. "8 days left." was all it said.

[.edawnie.]

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x ♦Aiden Alexander Whitemoore♦
xx♦Tag(s): His father♦
xx♦Mood: Bored beyond belief♦
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Aiden had had to get up from his peaceful hours of slumber at the crack of dawn. If the sun wasn't even up, why should he be? His father had forced him to awaken at five in the morning so that he could accompany him to one of his company's meetings. His father, William, ran an exporting business in which he was constantly required to hold meetings with potential buyers or importers. William expected Aiden to follow in his footsteps so he figured now was the time to get him used to these things. Aiden wasn't the least bit pleased when he found out what the time was that he had to get up to go to this meeting. He could care less what these representatives had to say much less what they wanted. What Aiden wanted right now was to go back to sleep. He didn't want to be here but he was forced into it, just like he usually was. Whatever William said went. When William wanted Aiden to quit sports because they were too barbaric and a boy such as Aiden was not to play them, Aiden had to. When Aiden got his first job at the local museum to play his guitar and sing at different hours of the day, his father had made him resign with the same relative excuse. Their family was too go to do anything apparently. There family was apparently so good that Aiden couldn't have a regular life. He had to attend a private school as well as wear a hideous uniform, all thanks to his father. Aiden hated it all. His main reason for being the way he is was evident in the way his parents treated him. Whenever William wasn't denying his son his happiness, he was beating him both physically and mentally. Verbal abuse was a very common thing in the Whitmoore family, his father being the main source of it.
At the current moment, however, Aiden sat at a long oval table with many people sat around it. Representative of all of the South American countries sat there, all discussing what they wanted imported and what they hoped to export through his father's company. Aiden was wearing his best dress, that being a white button down shirt,black slacks, and a matching blazer. His bow tie sat crookedly around his neck due to the fact he had been fiddling with it out of boredom. His hair was parted and gelled down, not a single hair out of place. Aiden liked to think of himself as a perfectionist but everyone knew that it wasn't really something Aiden was but something his father enforced. Aiden heaved a heavy sigh as he rested his face on the palm of his hand. His father was God knows where and was letting the meeting run under Aiden's supervision, which was a dumb move. He should've known that his son seriously didn't care about anything that was going on and the last thing he would be doing was pay attention. Then, as if his thoughts had summoned him, William entered standing tall and proud. Walking past Aiden, he sat in his chair. William gave a bright smile to the people around him before kicking his son under the table. Aiden gave a look of shock as he rubbed one leg with the other and instead attempted to be intrigued by what was going on. This was going to be a long day.

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x ♦Elias Daniel McCarthy♦
xx♦Tag(s): Faelyn♦
xx♦Mood: Lazy♦
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Elias groaned as a sharp chirping sound filled the air. The alarm clock that sat on his nightstand seemed to be screaming at him, as its intense beeps filled his silent room. "Okay, okay," he said, speaking to the object and clicking it off. It had already sounded three previous times and Elias figured he should get up now since he had things to do. Rolling over in his queen sized bed, he snuggled his face into his soft blankets. He really didn't want to get up but he promised his friend, April, he would meet with her. He had to get out of bed and have breakfast along with shower so he had set up an alarm so he could have time for all of this. Elias groaned and flopped over onto his back now staring at the ceiling. Getting out of bed was had always been a struggle with him. Elias sat up, the blankets pooling around his waist and exposing his bare chest as he gave a tired glance around his room. He was going to have to figure out what he was going to wear since he hadn't pre-planned an outfit. Elias swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet connecting with the cold wooden floor. He had barely seen April this entire summer and he felt extremely guilty for it. He had football practice the entire time he was was suppose to be on vacation. When he wasn't at practice or being screamed at by his coach, he was with his older brother. His brother, Faelyn, was almost like his father. Their parents had died in a car crash when Elias was only thirteen and Faelyn was eighteen. Luckily for Elias, Faelyn was assigned custody of him since they had no other immediate family. Faelyn worked all day, sometimes working fourteen hour shifts just to keep the two of them alive. His brother was a lawyer so office hours tended to keep him out of the house. Elias didn't mind helping his brother with cases whenever he got the chance to, hence the reason he was busy all summer.Someimes paper work would just over whelming so the two of them would hammer it out.
Finally snapping out of his thoughts, Elias stood up and padded silently out of his room. To his surprise, his brother was just emerging from his room, with a purple button down on and black slacks. "Heading into the office?" Elias asked him as he let out a yawn and ruffled his own hair at the same time. "Yeah I am. I was called in to deal with a new case. Apparently I was assigned it last night but no one told me anything," Faelyn said with a sigh. "I'll see you later, okay?" Elias nodded as he watched his brother gather his things and exit through the front door. Eilas then turned towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel along the way. He figured he could rummage through his closet for something to wear after he showered. Now that he thought more about it, he was excited to see April again.

{I'll update Elias' post to this one tomorrow morning. I have to go to bed and I wan't able to start his response. I also didn't want to not post when I said I would tonight... so here it is

So since it was late, I hadn't read over what I posted so I attempted to fix it with some tweaking. Sorry that it took so long to get Elias' reply up.
Oh and I have a question. Do Autumn and April not live together?}

[.winter]

( No they don't live together, it is complicated xc )


→ Autumn Hope || 17 || Feeling: Tired

I sighed, definitely shaking off the morning morals of being human. Sometimes I believed I was something else, that whatever creator was out there had made a mistake when bringing me in the world. But I mean, thats what they wanted you to think. You can give yourself a title or you can let others give you a title, it really doesn't matter. God, Autumn, stop trying to make sense of everything, just get up. Reaching my hands over the quilt which was my blanket, I threw it off of me, considering it was already hot as it was. I grabbed a new pair of shorts and my favorite ripped sweater, which was somewhat my clothing or attire on a daily basis. I was never that complicated, but everyone thought I was, so I didn't even try anymore. It was almost instinctive for me to slip on my converse and grab a muffin from the basket in the center of the table for breakfast and head out to door, my car keys in hand and my hand already grabbing the beanie I wore for good luck everyday. This was the usual every morning routine, getting in my car and finding something to do for the day. I never knew, if I was gonna get lost, or just close my eyes and let whatever happen, happen. But lately, every time I turned on the radio, it send chills down my spine because what I thought was a day to blow away and get nothing done, being whatever stereotypical teenager I was, something else was interrupted. Apparently there was this virus that was turning into something the CDC or any other genius scientist couldn't figure out, and from what I've heard, everyone needed to go get 5 different vaccines you couldn't even pronounce so whatever that was spreading stopped, spreading. It began somewhere in Germany, and the entire United States was freaking out of when it would hit us. I tried to keep it off, but every single radio station was blasting the information as if it was a propaganda. Honestly, I thought it was something to raise money, something to scare people with so the government could be funded better and more properly But once I started dreaming about it..that was when all my opinions had changed. Apparently, this virus was destroying the organs and making its way to the brain, and once it got to the brain, you died. It took a process of 3 days, something that killed faster than every disease out there. But once you died..well thats the part that they don't want to share with us, along with the part my dreams ended. It was so crazy, and to be perfectly honest, it was scaring me. My entire body was feeling like it should get out of here, grab your necessities and get the hell out of town. But I tried to shake it off. It was probably just a rumor, so I shook it off again for another day. A part of me hated me for that decision. It was going to be one long week.

→ April Hope || 17 || Feeling: Sad and Scared

Once I got the text from the strange and may I include blocked number, I lost all my appetite and my heart dropped down to my stomach. What did that mean? 8 days left? Was someone watching me, did it have to connect to my family or myself or my friends? It felt like I was sweating, my hand cupping my forehead as I felt like shaking. I was definitely going to talk to my friend Elias about this, he was always good at making sense of strange things like this. But soon the remembrance of my mother passing away soon came to mind, and I bit my lip so hard I could taste the salty bitterness of my own blood, but it took the memory away because was to distracted by the pain. "Alright, thats enough, April." I tried to reason with myself by talking to myself out loud, and it seemed to help somewhat. I grabbed my phone and texted Elias and asked him where he wanted to meet, because if I was alone for much longer I was concerned I might have gone crazy. I just grabbed a banana from the counter, probably for my friend, but she wouldn't care. She didn't even like bananas anyways. "Where do you wanna meet up?" she typed while she was getting inside her car, totally and 100% avoiding the radio. The radio would only stress her out even more, and in a weird way, she had a feeling she shouldn't even touch it. A part of me wished that I could talk to my sister, but Autumn was never a people person. She was always strange, and I always wondered why I wasn't like her. I mean, we were twins after all. I decided that creating a reverie I wouldn't be able to get out of was an extremely bad idea, so I started my 2012 corolla and ended up going to go get some Starbucks so I could possibly calm my thoughts and get myself together so I could actually talk to Elias. "Starbucks?" I texted again, already going 40 down a 25 down my driveway. Nothing could ruin my day today, hence it was already ruined. Something told me not to jinx what I had just thought though. What was up with me today? I mean seriously, I was never negative like this. It was probably just going to be a bad morning, it didn't mean that it was going to be a bad week. School was tomorrow, and I was determined to make this last day of summer amazing along with the first week of school. Something, though, again, deep inside whatever instinctive moral I had, told me not to keep my hopes up to high.

[.edawnie.]

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x ♦Aiden Alexander Whitemoore♦
xx♦Tag(s): His father♦
xx♦Mood: Irritated♦
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Aiden sighed again, this time less notably. Now that his father was in the room he didn't want to bring any attention to himself because his father would find a way to make it a bad thing. Instead, he actually paid attention to what the people were saying. Aiden had heard a lot of talk on the radio about some disease that was spreading, hence the lack of representatives from Europe. Only two people from that side of the world were present and they were a Romanian man and a Danish woman. The two were exchanging quiet words between them and not really part of the rest of the conversation. Aiden pretended to be listening to what the Peruvian representative was saying by looking in his direction but was instead he was listening to what the Europeans were saying. They seemed to be mentioning the outbreak in Germany and how it was affecting them. Some of the outskirting towns had been put under marshal law and Germany's government was threatening to do so with the rest of the country. Everything seemed to be chaotic from what Aiden could gather. The two were speaking about how grateful they and their families were that they were sent here to the united states and that because of the chaos going on back home, hadn't been asked to return yet. Aiden scrunched his eyebrows and reclined into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. The news hadn't mentioned any of this stuff in detail the way these two were speaking of it. Perhaps after the meeting Aiden could ask them more questions before they left but it would of course have to be without his father's knowledge. His father would assume he was harassing potential clients and Aiden would be in for an earful even if he hadn't been. William never wanted to hear Aiden's side of the story, always assuming his son was lying, but he also didn't care enough to.
Finally being bored to a new extent, Aiden stood up from his chair. "It was a pleasure lads but I must be going," Aiden said in his thick British accent, fixing his bow tie and bowing slightly to the people in front of him. William gave him a hard glare but smiled when the others looked at him. "See you at home, son," he said in a strained voice, a very fake smile on his face. Aiden knew he was going to get in trouble for leaving ahead of schedule but he really didn't want to be here. Without another word, he exited the office and he shed his blazer as he walked to the elevator. He was too fed up with everything at the moment to sit in that office any longer. He was angry that his dad had kicked him underneath the table and was now becoming angry with the fact he even had to come here. He was now being haunted by the whole talk of disease as well as stressed about being inducted into his father's company; all of this could've been avoided if he didn't have to be here. Aiden sighed and ran a hand through his hair, it now sticking up at odd angels, as he rolled up the sleeves of his button up. Aiden exited the elevator into the parking garage and he walked up to his parked exotic car before climbing in. He just sat there with his hands on the steering wheel and stared at the wall in front of him. He didn't know where to go but he knew not to go home. Instead, he reversed his car and began to make his way to a restaurant to go eat. He figured he could call one of his buddies and have them come out to eat with him.


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x ♦Elias Daniel McCarthy♦
xx♦Tag(s): April♦
xx♦Mood: Tired♦
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Elias quickly discarded all of his items of clothing and jumped into the shower, turning the warm water on. He didn't want to relax further by using hot water because of how sleepy he was already but he just couldn't shower with cold water. He couldn't even process how people could shower with cold water in the first place. The thought of it made him shiver. He loved the snow and would choose it any day over summer but that didn't mean he liked to torture himself with freezing water. Lazily adding shampoo to his hair, he scrubbed lightly yawning again. He hadn't gone to bed too late but for some reason he was extremely tired. It probably had something to do with his rigorous football practice he had the day before but he was used to working out everyday. Whatever it was, Elias was hoping it wouldn't have any effect on his and April's day today. He missed her loads and he was finally going to get to spend time with her so having this tired, lazy feeling looming over him was not something he wanted. He quickly rinsed off and scrubbed himself down in the process trying not to get too distracted by his thoughts. It seemed as if his thinking place was always the shower and that typically resulted in him taking extremely long showers. Not wanting that to happen, he rinsed again and shut off the stream and grabbed his towel. Elias dried off rather hurriedly and then tied it around his waist before exiting the bathroom. He still had to have breakfast and figure out what he was going to wear and time was just slipping by. Opening his closet, he stared at it before grabbing a grey v-neck and some black skinny jeans and throwing it all on. He figured April wouldn't really care what he was wearing so he could pick out something simple. Elias sat down on his bed after changing and pulled his feet onto the bed to begin to lace up his brown timberlands. His phone then went off with a text message making him pause in the middle of lacing his shoes and look up. Setting his feet back on the ground, he picked it up and unlocked the screen. Where do you want to meet? Shortly after the first text was sent, another followed. Starbucks? Elias chuckled at the fact that April knew him so well. He loved starbucks and this would help speed up his whole breakfast ordeal. "I'll meet you at starbucks, he responded assuming she was going to the one closest to her.
Elias stood up from his bed and grabbed his watch off of his nightstand before exiting his room. As he strapped on his watch he popped open the fridge and looked for something to munch on along the way. He was more than likely going to buy a muffin or some pastry at Starbucks but he still wanted something to eat while he drove. Finally, he settled for a banana and closed the door.While he was making his way to the door he noticed his brothers phone sitting on the counter. Elias shook his head smiling and he grabbed the phone and pocketed it. Maybe he could drop it off later. Before leaving, he grabbed a piece of paper where he jotted down that he took Faelyn's phone and that he had gone out with April in case his brother got home before he was able to give him his phone. After writing down his short message, he walked out of the front door and locked it behind him and then hopped into his car. Elias pulled out his own phone again and sent a text to April; On my way. He threw the two phones into the cup holder and flicked on the radio quickly turning on the CD player. He could never stand the music on the radio because of it's pointless lyrics. Very few songs would catch his attention on the radio because most of it typically fit under the same uninteresting category for him. Elias was a music fanatic, playing almost every instrument himself, so listening to the, as he liked to say, "trash" on the radio was not something he liked to do. He instead turned to the Jaymes Young's album and jammed out as he started his car up.


{ So I posted this because I don't like saving drafts xD but I'll finish it later.. so is the outbreak going to be in eight days? }

[.winter]

Autumn Hope || 17 || Feeling: Bored || Tags: Aiden

Eventually, my thoughts were to much for me. It was aggravating, how no matter what I do, my thoughts found a way to poison me. I had tried everything, meditation, prescription pills, talking to someone. But that was before I had grown up; when I was around 13 or 14 years old. Now, that I was 17, I thought it was all a bunch of bull****. As I threw my hands on the steering wheel, it broke my reverie about the past, which were truly the most god awful reveries to have. I backed up my 2009 Chrysler, ending up speeding out of my neighborhood so I could get farther and farther away from my house, where all the memories laid. When I came home from the hospital, when my sister left, when my dad came, when my mother died. And apparently I was forced to enclosure there, forever having no say so in where I would go. "God autumn, stop!" I had to snap at myself through the vibrating sound waves of the car, blasting whatever song was on the radio in order to physically force my thoughts out of my head. Eventually, more of those same warnings and commercials had somehow made themselves known on the radio, and I finally had to shut the damn thing off. I didn't notice I was going 20 over, the speed limit being 60 as I was doing 85. And the worst part, I didn't give a care in the world, and went faster. Maybe I was just some misunderstood teenager, perhaps I brought all of this on myself. Nobody deserves your crap autumn, they never did anything. What they don't understand, is I can't even stand humanity. Keep all your self essential cleverness, constant judgement and ethical morals to yourself. A flash of white, blue and red lights had broke my reverie, soon some on the spot cop had pulled me over. "Dammit." I hissed through my teeth, but in all honesty, I was sparked by the adrenaline of how fast the car was going, and didn't even care about the overweighted cop making his way to my car through the left rear view mirror. "License and registration ma'am, did you realize you were going 30 over?" He asked, totally monotonous and it was very clear he had donuts and coffee for breakfast. How - cliche. "If I do can you back up a bit? C'mon big guy, you should know what a toothbrush is by now." A part of my lips smirked up in a corner he couldn't see, because even if it wasn't that mean of a comment as what my ego was used to, it gave me a sense of rebel. Even if it was preschool. It was obvious he was offended by my comment, his eyebrows raising and the toothpick in his mouth falling inside of my car. I made a sound of disgust, practically throwing him the information he needed. "I'm gonna let you off with a warning, just cause you look like you're having a bad day." But, it was very obvious the fast cop was lying, as he winked at me. My stomach rolled over, grabbing my papers from the cop and slamming my foot on the gas, having felt a bump as I ran over the cops foot. "Pig." I snapped, just deciding on a random restaurant and parking between 2 huge Toyota trucks so the cop wouldn't see my cars bumper sticking out. I just yanked my keys out after I parked, sliding my sunglasses on speed walking into the restaurant. And, of course, every booth was taken so the families could listen to the pathetic story going around on the radio. Could this day go any worse? My eyes met a guy, somewhat around my age, with an angry expression and a bow tie sitting alone at a booth. I might as well stepped out and looked for somewhere else, but the cop was practically 5 minutes away from me, looking for me now as the flashing of lights sped down intersect 89. So without another thought of hesitation or worry; I just walked over to him and simply asked, "can I sit here?" Trying to make it sound - sweet? Is that the word? But my voice had a very heavy tone of who the hell are you and why do I have to be here? I guess I would just have to roll with the punches, considering it was only 8:00.

April Hope || 17 || Feeling: Better || Tags: Elias

Elias had texted me after about 30 minutes, so I figured that he was getting ready. His brother had to work today, so I knew that today would somehow be worth it, because nothing would probably become an emergency and he would have to leave. Once I pulled into the driveway of Starbucks, something made my hands run bitter cold. What was happening? There was this cop car speeding back and forth through the same intersect, was he chasing someone? The thought made goosebumps run across my skin, as if someone took a piece of white dusty chalk and ran it across a green and obviously overused chalkboard. That couldn't possibly have anything to do with me, because I hadn't ever broken a rule on the road, well, lately. Except going a 40 in a 25, but of course, I couldn't get caught. I finally pulled myself back to earth, considering I was staring at some little kid with a cake pop in hand and holding his mothers hand while the very exasperated single mother was trying to find her puke blue 2002 van. That seemed to be the title 95% of woman were given nowadays, and I really hoped I didn't fall into that category. Walking in now I texted Elias, just making sure he knew I was here so he could just sit with me in the booth. God, had I gotten a lot of new information I had to tell Elias. What was up with this blocked number, telling me that it was going to be 8 days left? 8 days until WHAT? The curiosity was enough to make me start tugging on the ends of my blonde hair harder and harder. Would this so called blocked person text me every morning, 7,6,5, all the way down to what? This made no sense whatsoever. And how did her mom die? How could autumn be so cruel that she couldn't tell her own sister? Her own sister who loved her just as much as she did, possibly more because of autumns isolation? I just huffed an angry breath, waiting for all these questions until Elias got here. Once I opened my door, a harsh and freezing wind kissed my entire body, and it made 3 or 4 shivers run down my body. It looked like it was going to ran today, which was perfect for a Caramel Spiced Latte. The words made me smile, so excited it was finally back for the season. I slid open the Starbucks door with ease, padding up to the cashier and ordering. "Hello! May I please have a egg and cheese sandwich with a grande caramel spiced latte?" And of course, the cashier just smiled and nodded. "Anything else for you today?" I pulled my phone out one last time to text Elias, What do you want from Starbucks? My treat. she asked, than putting up one finger to the cashier, the one finger that still had the acrylic nail securely on it. But I wouldn't ever let one snap and let it sit, so none of my nails were missing one, but that one finger seemed as if it was going to fall off soon. However, I know Elias loved muffins, especially chocolate ones, so I ordered him one of the muffins and would let him pick his drink when he got here. After about 8 minutes, I finally got my order and took a very well needed seat in the coffee mocha colored booth. I would make my last day of summer count, no matter what.

[.edawnie.]

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x ♦Aiden Alexander Whitemoore♦
xx♦Tag(s): His father♦
xx♦Mood: Irritated♦
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As he drove he couldn't help but impatiently tap his fingers on the steering wheel. One thing he hated was driving. He couldn't stand being confined in his car and having to wait for idiotic people like the guy in front of him to decide which lane they wanted to merge into. The guy turned in front of Aiden but then swerved out of the lane only to re-merge in front of Aiden's car yet again. He groaned and shook his head. "Learn how to drive," Aiden mumbled to himself, now gritting his teeth. Some people just shouldn't be allowed to drive. The rest of his drive continued along the same pattern of people pulling dumb moves and Aiden cursing them underneath his breath. Traffic was hectic and Aiden wasn't sure. He had tried to turn on the radio to find out what was going on but all the reports were different. One station was saying there was an accident another was saying that it was a bad rush hour but the one that had caught his attention the most was one that was talking about an illness. He had originally turned up the radio to attempt to focus on in while trying to tune out the aggressive honking around him but the report was taken off the air and replaced with music. The only part of their report that he caught was that some sick people were causing chaos in the streets and in some small towns people were rioting out of fear. Aiden was beyond confused about what was going on because of how under informed the public was right now. He sighed again and threw his head back into the seat of his car as the traffic moved at a snail's pace. He had been in line for a red light for a solid ten minutes now and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. Finally being fed up with the traffic, he swerved out of his lane and was lucky enough to pull into the parking lot of a shopping plaza. He might as well look for something to eat here since he was having no luck going to the restaurant he originally planned to.
Once Aiden found parking, he climbed out of his car and slammed the door. Leaning on the car he paused a moment to cool down. It was almost as if the day was working against him. From his father bullying him into a job that he didn't want to the whole traffic situation, Aiden's temper had flown out the window. Both he and his father both had short tempers and today's events hadn't helped. He ran a hand over his face and took a deep breath before making his way over to the door which he pulled slowly. Aiden stepped in and glanced around almost immediately wrinkling his nose in distaste. The restaurant was completely packed with families scattered all around. It wasn't that he hated children but he really didn't have the patience to deal with other people's kids when he could barely handle the kids in his family. Aiden thought about leaving but the idea that the traffic was still jammed forced him to go in and order a table. He was lucky enough to get his own booth into which he slid in and opened the menu. He wasn't too hungry but he figured he would get something simple. As he flipped through the pages of the menu in front of him he heard a voice. Aiden raised an eyebrow as he looked up to see a girl. He sneered lightly and resisted the temptation to roll his eyes because of her tone. "Be my guest," he said motioning to the empty seat. The restaurant was full so he might as well share his vacant booth.


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x ♦Elias Daniel McCarthy♦
xx♦Tag(s): April♦
xx♦Mood: Tired♦
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Elias hummed lightly to the cd as it played one of his favorite tracks from the album. He found himself slightly rocking from side to side to the beat, a small smile on his face as he continued to drive. The traffic was terrible but the fact that he was getting to see his best friend kept his mood from dampening. He was an overall patient person so something like this wouldn't irritate him. Plus he rarely ever had road rage. Elias continued to slowly inch along the high way as cars were lined up along every lane and street. He tried to turn on the radio to see if he could find out what was happening but only music was playing. Elias relaxed back into his seat, one hand on the steering wheel, and he turned his CD back on. He switched the songs from Jaymes Young to an album by The Hunts. He figured he could just continue on the path he was taking but he would just be late. Elias pulled out his phone and sent a short text to April to let her know he was running late; Hey April, I'm stuck in traffic... I'll be a bit. After his text, he tossed his phone back into the cup holder. His mind began to wander and he drummed his fingers mindlessly on his knee. This was going to take forever but there was no escaping traffic jams like this one. Police cars were even having trouble passing by all the cars due to how many were packed into the small lanes. Elias sighed dramatically and looked around trying to see if he could find anything to clue him in on what was going on. Of course there was nothing to inform him so he instead decided to take the nearest exit. The streets weren't as packed as the highway was but there was still a bit of a delay in the flow of movement. Lucky for Elias, the starbucks he was trying to get to was only a block away now. The smile returned to his face and he turned up his radio a bit more, his mood lightening as traffic did. He wasn't going to let this ruin his day because he was truly excited to see April. He had been so busy this summer and the fact that there was nothing today that could even pull him out of his day with her made him so happy.
Elias finally made it to the starbucks and he parked his car in a haste. He picked up the banana that he has forgotten in the passengers seat and almost dashed into the building. When he came in he instinctively glanced around trying to see where she was. Elias' phone then buzzed in his pocket and he checked it but smirked seeing that he was already here. He walked up to the counter and ordered his regular frappuccino, gave them his name, and then walked over to the booth that April sat in. A smile instantly crossed his feature and he tugged her hand, making her come out of the seat. He figured he might spook her but he didn't care; he missed her. Elias pulled her into a hug and greeted her excitedly, almost like a puppy. "Hey April," he told her in a cheery tone. He finally let go and then sat down across from her, in the empty seat. "Sorry that I was late, how've you been?" he asked, taking in the solemn look that she had on her face. He was a bit worried now that he realized how distraught she actually looked. What had happened while they were out of touch. Elias heard one of the workers call his name and he motioned for April to wait as he stood up to go and retrieve it. Once they handed it to him, he made his way back over to her, this time more slowly. Elias slid into the booth and locked his eyes on her. "Is everything alright?" he asked her in a softer tone. He knew something was definitely wrong now.

[.winter]

Autumn Hope || 17 || Feeling: Irritated

Immediately, this boy had caught my interest. Why? I didn't really know, but the way he was sitting and the way he had responded made me feel like we definitely had something in common, but no way would I actually make the effort into finding out what it actually had been. "Thanks." Was all my lips managed to say, barely shaping the word to get out of my mouth. The radio that was placed right next to me was shaky and scratchy, just audible for us to both hear, and of course, that same story was regurgitating out to me and this boy sitting across from me. "Virus spreading to America, CDC cannot seem to control it-" but I grasped the stupid radio and switched the button off with a little to much force, throwing it back as I slammed my body again the booth. "I swear to god if I hear that stupid story one more time on the radio I will personally disable every single one of them." I hissed, one of the waiters glaring at me for how I handled the radio. My star sent there's running up a wall, and a part of me was extremely happy they thought I was intimidating just for the sake of them not getting to stare at me anymore. My shaky hands took the menu where it laid, the laminated texture made me shiver for some reason. "Oh look. Pumpkin pancakes. Made with love." I had some digust to my voice, rolling my eyes and just randomly deciding on eggs and toast. Honestly I wasn't really that hungry, because of my nightmares constantly surfacing to my head, and the nightmares were so strong that it sort of took away my desire to eat. The boy in front of me was quiet, and he glared at me the same way I glared at him, but I don't think it was out of the reason we were irritating each other. I think that we were both glaring at each other just because we both hated the world at the moment, and we didn't really know how to express it. My light brown eyes scanned to the clock on the radio, indicating it was around 8:45, and my eyes grew a size. How did time go so fast? It had already been 45 minutes? But I silenced my thoughts before I could really get into it, knowing overthinking was one of my many flaws I was trying to break. Break all my flaws, so one day, I couldn't be human enough to make or break them. The waiter that came to our table snapped me out of my thoughts; and my reaction made even the waiter flinch. It was obvious he was new here, with size 10 glasses and a shaky palm as he took out the pad and asked us what we would like to eat. "W-what can I get for you two t-today?" The boy, who was apparently named Glenn, asked. Seriously though, I was never one for pity, but this boy caused whatever human emotion of pity rise in me again. "Easy there kid, don't want you to have a seizure." I claimed, looking up at him as he gulped and only shook harder. With a roll of my eyes, I handed him my menu and recited my easy meal. "I'll take my eggs scrambled with a side of toast. Could I get some water too? Thanks." My nonchalant tone was echoing through the room it was cold enough to even burn myself, but I considered myself to be an element of ice, and nothing would burn me if I didn't let it. When the boy sitting across from me finally ordered the Glenn practically ran away, I made eye contact with him. "So, what brings you to a crowded café filled with families that I can hear from over here? It couldn't possibly be the pumpkin pancakes." Somewhat, my statement made me laugh lightly. I was never one for small talk, and in fact, it made me want to puke sometimes. "Unless you're one for small talk. How are you? What's your name? Oh, I love this café, or is it called a diner? I really don't know." My tone rose to the point where it rose to what would be considered a happy go lucky average person, and rolled my eyes again at it. Than, there was a flurry of color from the window as the nasty cop zoomed away from this diner, apparently thinking he caught a car that looked like mine. Oh, he was in for a surprise when he notices it wasn't me. But than a memory zipped to my head from my nightmare, millions of cop cars, losing, falling. The screaming of people around the cop cars, and the supposed cops failed at their one true job, protecting people. Monsters, whatever they were, killing everything around them. The monster aimed at me, with eyes clouded as poison and a growl that was undeniable, running towards me. And that's the part when I usually woke up.

April Hope || 17 || Feeling: Comforted

The minute Elias entered that shop, I felt better, as if I was given medicine that I desperately needed. "Elias!" I squealed happily, standing from the coffee booth and wrapping my little arms around him. He smelled of soap and shampoo, just as he usually did every time I ever got a wiff of his scent. "How are you! I haven't seen you in forever. I'm so happy you could make it. Traffic is pretty terrible isn't it?" I chimed, making a face when I thought about the traffic. While I happily gave Elias his muffin, he soon stood up so he could go get his coffee, and a part of me was extremely happy because I could get my thoughts together. Okay, tell Elias about autumn first, than her mother, than the text. Yes, that seemed like an extremely good order to go by. Maybe Elias already felt like something was wrong just by the tension that seemed to evaporate off my body? I didn't know, but I didn't press it, just prepared myself for how the words were going to come out of my mouth. Once he took a seat again, my hands wrapped around my caramal spice and sipped it gingerly, and a smile spread to my face as the warm flavor coated my tongue. "I hate to dumb all of this on you, but I seriously have no one else to talk to about this. You know autumn my sister? I haven't seen her in how long, right? And today I got a random text from her, she didn't even have the decency to call me and tell me my mother had been dead for 2 weeks. I couldn't even attend the funeral. And I don't know how I feel about that yet, I think I'm still processing it." A sigh came from my chest than, and I bit my lip to keep back the tears, but I failed as a few escaped the area of my eyelids. "Seriously, how am I supposed to enter senior year tomorrow after finding out my mother's dead? I guess I'll just have to put a smile on my face and roll with the punches, no matter how hard that is gonna be." My mouth tasted extremely dry after I said those words out loud, and I decided to nibble on my muffin and take a gulp of my coffee to rid myself of the lump in my throat along with the cracked texture. "And not only that, but I got this extremely strange text from an unknown number, the message saying 8 days left. 8 days left till what? Is someone stalking me?" The fear rose in my stomach as I clicked open my flip phone and showed him the text, letting him hold my phone as I tried to breathe out of my mouth and think about the text. Did it have something to do with me, my life, Elias, even autumn? Despite how evil she was, I still cared about her, I had to, deep inside. Perhaps it was just a kid that was tricking her, or even had the wrong number. Elias would talk some sense into me, that made me feel a lot better knowing he would. He would rid me of these confusing thoughts, and set me thoughts straight for tomorrow and for whatever would come in the next week. "I honestly believe I'm just being paranoid. Do you think I'm being paranoid? Also, should I see my sister and confront her about whatever is happening? She's living with God knows who, and I don't know how's she surviving. But I shouldn't care! Autumn has barely said a word to me in her entire life. I should move on and forget the aspect I even have a sister." Ranting was good, it made me feel a bit more like a teenager. I rubbed my hands across my face without messing with my makeup or my hair, and to be honest, it felt amazing. The gesture made me feel like I was pulling myself out of whatever coma my body was forcing me into, and focus on what was important and what was not. The important aspects were making sure Elias and I both had a great first day, and I made a few people smile tomorrow and made sure I was going to ace tomorrow and forget about all the drama that happened today. It was going to be a great Sunday, first day of school, and a great week. Positivity always triumphed the negative, right? Right. Everything would be fine.