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Born: 1 April 1998
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Occupation: Philosophy Major, Sophmore
Joined: 12-January 17
Last Seen: Feb 2 2018, 01:00 AM
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Dec 16 2017, 02:10 AM
EARLY JANUARY 2017
William Dean's large, four-door truck (with small u-haul hitched to the back) makes its way through Little Haven trailer park around sunset, engine roaring as ice-caked tire chains pull them over the road until stopping at trailer #30. JD gets out from the driver's side, slamming her door shut and then letting out Lenin
from the back seat so he can run out and start sniffing around.
JD reaches back into the truck to grab a backpack and an old duffle bag while her dad exits the passenger side, making his way to the door with a large set of keys in one hand and a tall can of beer in the other. She pulls the bags over her shoulders and follows after.
Will stops at the door of the trailer, looking up as Lenin starts to bark. “Jessica, control your fuckin’ dog,” he says loudly, unlocking the door and swinging it open as he enters.
“You really still pullin’ this smartass shit, huh?”
Ignoring him, JD makes her way in after, tossing her two bags to the ground before making her way out to the truck again, saying to herself, "Smartass shit, alright. Asshole."
Nov 26 2017, 03:39 PM
Watching the signals that you send
I wanna feel lethal on the insideJess Dubois
) & Dahlia Sawyer
)thread warnings | possessiveness, stalking, illness/death,
It's the early evening and Jess pulls up next to the sidewalk in her dad's truck (still just as dirty and loud as it ever is), parking in front of Dahlia's neighbor's house. She turns her hat back and pulls out her cracked phone to text Dahlia that she's here, but instead takes a moment to reread their texts
from the other night first. She feels weirdly shitty about this whole thing since her dad's only been getting more unbearable, and seeing her girlfriend having a good time hanging out with fucking Alex of all people hasn't been helping. Like, okay, he's a chill enough dude when Pizza Rat is together working on band stuff, but Dahlia's off limits
. Especially since Alex is like... empathetic or whatever about her dad being sick.
(Big bummer, boo hoo
, people get sick and die all the fucking time.)
It's like some cliche John Green crap even though she's never read John Green. Jess just knows she fucking hates it (knows she got angry enough to think of visiting Alex's place), and so she left Dahlia on read last night and hasn't bothered to reply to any of her following texts today until she finally sends:To: *Dahlia Sawyer
Hey, I've been out front, hurry up. Bring snacks.
Throwing her phone back down on the passenger seat, she figures Dahlia will take a while to actually come down since she was only given a general time to be ready by and Jess made a point of being early
. She props her feet up on the dashboard and cracks open the Woolf book she's read through before and has been planning on writing about for one of her bullshit classes.
She ignores when she hears her phone buzz, only looking up when she notices the front door of the Sawyer residence finally open.
Nov 19 2017, 03:08 PM
It's like, 2 am or whatever and JD is strolling through Bernie's 24-hour-market.
She ambles along with a pack of oreos shoved into her backpack, dragging her feet as if pulled about only by her passing whims. But she is, in fact, here for a reason. She's figured out this Lennox chick's schedule and knows her brother works at that Mexican place down Cherry - except he's decided to not talk
to her anymore (and even called the cops when she showed up at his apartment), so Jess figures she might as well see what she can learn from miss grocery stocker.
(She wants to see how much of the stories are true, if they're really as fucked up as they seem. And, hey, maybe she just wants to fuck with them a little bit. Welcome to the Real World and all that shit.)
So JD turns down the aisle where Eurydice is occupying herself with putting up new price tags, and slows to a stop beside her, leaning against the shelves of cans and other processed garbage.
"Heyyy, I got a few questions. Think you can help a customer out?" she asks a little bit too loudly.
Jul 7 2017, 07:45 PM
It’s almost midnight, very nearly April first, and JD is convinced she has the best
So she’s strolling down the block in the suburbs, away from where she parked her dad’s truck and towards where she knows the Sawyer residence to be located. When she reaches their yard, she carefully makes her way along the side of the property towards where Dahlia’s room is on the second floor. Noticing a lowered potion of the roof over here along with some trash bins pushed up against the wall, JD figures she can use them to climb up and then use the ledge to get to the window.
She’ll need both hands to climb though, and so lifts the ski-mask that she’s been walking with and pulls it onto her head, not yet pulling it over her face. Only once she’s already at the window does she do that. She then flips open her pocket-knife and reaches forward to taps it against the window a couple of times. She just plans to give Dahlia a simple scare - it’s the kind of prank she
thinks is fucking hilarious because of how badly everyone seems to react to it. Dahlia is Dahlia
though, and JD wants to see what’ll happen.
And taps again.
Jun 30 2017, 05:18 PM
JD hooks the dog leash to Lenin’s black, spiked collar and calls him out of the back seats of her dad’s shitty truck. She’s parked at the 24-hour gas station a block and a half from Primrose Apartments, having spent most the day driving out of town because she was bored and wanted to check out a couple different exotic pet stores that weren’t absolutely shitty.
She wasn’t planning on stopping on the way home, but Lenin had been whining and nipping at her for about ten minutes on the freeway before exiting. She figures this works out anyway because she’s been meaning to briefly check out a few of the apartment complexes around here. She heard that one of the creepy kids found in the woods last year now lives in this area, and has been itching to figure out where exactly that might be.
Nearing the front of Primrose Apartments, however, JD catches sight of one the last people she would really expect to be down here on Cherry Street, color-coded in green as always, miss Rosalie Duke
“Well, well, well, funny seeing you