The Truth Revealed-Step One

[SKYLAR ALEX DUNHAM]

Finally it was time to act. What Avery and Skylar had been working for this whole time since moving to town. The first messages were going to be sent out in a not so subtle way to everyone in the town. The last day of the fair was the perfect time to strike. As people left the grounds, they would be walking home. Oh no, not everyone drove because it was just too crazy with all the tourist who came to town this time of year. And who wanted to get stuck in a traffic jam with a bunch of tourist? Not most people in Hope Harbor. Plus, there were fireworks. That gave them the perfect opportunity to get things done. Most people would be at the park, the beach or on the fairgrounds watching.

And these two waited until that time...

As the townspeople began to finally settling in to watch the fireworks that brought the fair to a close, Avery and Skylar went their respective ways. Skylar’s job was to cover everything from the edges of town near the coast to the harbor. Ah, the harbor. So many places to leave a message for the lowly scum within this town. That’s all the people who had done wrong and the ones who enabled them were-scum. Skylar’s lip curled in distaste as the first letters were sprawled along a car. ‘Ignorant.’ ‘Fools.’ ‘Blind.’ ‘Robots.’ These were many words of choice for Skylar. The biggest word of all was left for Avery to us, to use in a very important place. Skylar had their own agenda for when they got to the harbor. Something to write on every single stand that people sold their catch from and over the walls of the bait shop.

‘Silent no more.’ That’s what went on the stalls leading up to the bait shop. The paint dripped down the words Skylar previously written as they stood in front of the bait shop. In letter twice, perhaps three times, larger then the previous letters the word ‘Justice’ was scrawled across the side. Yes, justice, is exactly what this town needed.

A dark hoodie covered their face. Gloves protected their identity as well as the mask over the face. The shoes? Well, fairly flat soled and hard to trace itself. All bases were covered for this September night. As Skylar stood back and admired their work, an inaudible chuckle slipped from between their lips. With the sound of foot steps, Skylar shoved the aerosol can of crimson paint into the pocket as the hoodie and ran off, disappearing somewhere out of sight once off the docks...

[AVERY NEVAEH DAVIS]

Tonight was the night! The night that everyone learned what this town had been hiding for so long! Avery would expose every dirty lie this city had to hide. The plan that Avery and Skylar had together was going to go off without a hitch! Why would they be able to do this plan without a hitch you might ask? Because the two were going to be wearing clothes that hid their identity from view. Hope Harbor was going to pay with their dignity, respect and their honor. Hopefully once they got the word out then everyone would know what was going on this town finally.

With everything going on in town right now they would be able to do their work unnoticed until it was time for it to be noticed. It helped that the night was dark and everyone in town seemed to be at the festivities.

After meeting Skylar in an undisclosed location they went over the plans on what they would do and made sure everything was in place. They would strike in a few minutes. Knowing that Skylar was going to take the harbor area made Avery happy. It was going to cut the work in half meaning they would get done way before the festivities were over.

Avery’s eyes narrowed into a glare as they walked through the town making their way to their half of town they pulled out one of the cans of spray paint that they had brought with them. Finding the law firm like they wanted they made sure that there was no one inside so they could get to work. Shaking the can they held it up and spray painted over the windows in large letters ‘MURDER COVERUP!’ That should be enough for him to get the words out about what he had done in this town. Avery shook their head knowing that the man that owned this place was a horrible person. He had worked to cover up what he had done to Avery’s life.

Moving on from the law firm they walked all the way to town hall and pulled out the blood red spray paint. Taking a ladder Avery climbed all the way to the top and onto the scaffolding to spray this all across the front of the building. ‘LIARS!’ Appeased with the way it came out Avery made sure that the scaffolding would crash as soon as someone else messed with it. Making their way down they moved all the way to where the long line of cars were.

Looking at all the cars Avery brought out the spray bottles and shook them to get the paint ready. Now was the time for them to get their revenge and let everyone know that Hope Harbor was no longer safe. Just like the police failed them fifteen years ago!

Taking the spray paint Avery started painting all on the cars. ‘COWARDS!’ ‘KILLERS!’ ‘BASTARDS’” When Avery finally reached the mayor’s car they held up the spray paint and painted the last ‘I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE IN THIS LIFE IN THE NEXT, I CHOSE THIS LIFE. BE READY FOR ALL YOUR SECRETS TO COME OUT!’ When done Avery made off into the night to meet up with Skylar. They were going to have to change and make it to the festivities before the fun began!

[JUDE RYAN WINSLET]

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Jude was exhausted.

He hadn’t been able to go to the fair until the last day. There was some paperwork he had to get filed for a case before Sunday came around. So that meant a lot of late nights and early mornings. Sometimes Jude really hated his job because it meant he missed out on things he once attended often. Still, he was able to watch the parade from the office window which was nice. And he had been able to go spend a little time at the dance with Sydni. But that wasn’t the same as attending the fair so he made sure to go to the Founder’s Fair for at least one day. It may be the last day but he was still able to go. He got all his usual fair treats: deep fried Twinkies, fried dough, pizza, fries and some ice cream. Between snacks he snuck onto a few cheesy rides and played at the booths. Yes, the day had been a very relaxing one for Jude.

Now it was time to head home. The fair was winding down. The fireworks were going off overhead. While he paused for a moment to watch them, honestly, he wanted to be able to get home before traffic got bad. Some tourists hadn’t left yet, sticking around until the fair was completely done. While he walked he could still see them so he was happy enough about that. He was smart and parked at his office so he didn’t have to pay for parking. That and he didn’t have to worry about thieves…

”What the fuck?!”

Jude looked over the office building. In bright, red paint were the words ‘MURDER COVERUP’. His hands began to shake. Oh, God, who was it that knew? Jude’s mind instantly went to the conversation with his father when he came to work here. Words were muttered under his breath as he rubbed at his face with both hands. What did he do? Did he call the police? Did he call his father? Jude settled on both. First, his father. That conversation was tense and hushed as Jude walked ot his car, holding ht ephone to his ear. When he reached his car he nearly dropped his phone. ”THEY GOT MY CAR TOO! GET HERE NOW!” Jude was seriously freaked out. He hung up his phone and threw up. Yes, Jude threw up in a bush. All that delicious fair food was not so good the second time around. He was so freaked out that his nerves were shot and reacted the only way they could.

After he got off the phone with the police he used the back door to go into the building. He knew his father kept liquor in his office. Jude used his key to get into his father’s personal office. Once the lights were flicked on, it didn’t take long for him to get to the chilled liquor cabinet. Jude poured himself a hearty drink and burnt away the acidic taste of vomit. The current burn was definitely better then the previous one. With the first glass gone, he poured a second and sank in his father’s chair, trying to figure out what him and his father would do next.
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[LEILA ANN ZAKARIAN]

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[atrb=width,240][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 240px; padding-top:10px;] Leila groaned in exhaustion. She just wanted to go home and get off her feet. Well, go to Daniel’s house. Tonight she was supposed to go to his place which is why he was hanging around at the small bar the Saltwater Grill had. Usually when she went to his place he had a tendency to wait around for her. Honestly, she didn’t care. They rode in his care back to his place which saved her gas money. Basically more money into her savings that she could use for college or paying for the storage of her eggs. Anything she saved she was thankful about. Leila hadn’t told anyone, but she had even sold some of her movies, books, cds, old electronics, jewelry(mainly from a couple exes) and even brought some old clothes that didn’t fit to a consignment shop. Anything to have more money in her savings. And like stated before, she hadn’t told anyone what she was doing. She knew her parents would offer to pay and they had already done enough. Then Daniel...well, she knew he’d offer to help. It’d be subtle but she knew he would and he didn’t want that. They were at a really good place. Really good and she didn’t want to add a fight about money in there. After she stopped by to say hi to him, she brought some food over to one of her tables. That night was slow as it was the last night of the fair. Leila chatted with the couple and their kids for a minute as they were regulars. Once done, she went over to the computer and typed a few things in, her eyes glancing at the clock. She still had about an hour and a half yet. A groan left her lips, almost hiding the yelling going on outside. After pausing a moment, she realized that no there were people yelling outside. Angry yells. Everyone sort of looked at each other before going outside. There was red paint splattered randomly in places. On cars, some building and one light post. A glance over her shoulder showed that ‘Fools’ was sprayed on the brick wall of the restaurant. ”Um, Jacob…” Leila pointed up limply to show it to him. The manager was very unhappy. He even let some words slip he normally didn’t around customers. Leila sort of ignored him, looking around with a confused look on her face until Daniel joined her. ”I don’t get it. Is this some prank?” Then a thought went through her mind. ”My car!” Leila booked it to the parking lot. She couldn’t remember running that fast in a long while. While she puffed out air, she saw that thankfully the only damage her car had suffered was some droplets from the wind while it was sprayed on another car. A hand went through her hair as she bent over in the middle, letting out a sigh of relief. Not like her car was particularly nice but letters like that meant a paint job that she couldn’t afford. As she walked back, she heard Jacob telling the customers that their meals were on the house. They could bring him what was left but the restaurant was now closing. Leila turned to Daniel. ”I guess I’m going home early? I should be able to leave after cleaning.” Sure enough, Jacob assured her that if she and Wendy got the tables cleared off, cleaned and the dishes loaded on the trays out back they could leave. He and the owner said they’d take care of the rest. Unfortunately, there would be no work the following day. They’d get compensated but those were lost tips which she could save. As she finished her tasks, a glum look settled on her face mixed with curiosity as to why this had all happened.	[atrb=width,100][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 100px; padding-top:10px;] outfit , here tagged , Openish/Daniel notes , nada
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[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn hated these late nights. Yes, it was worth it when she saw the bride’s happy face but sometimes it was exhausting. The beading she needed came in a day later then she wanted so she was so far behind. Now Brooklyn was sitting here, in her shop, trying to get everything done. It was painstaking work as most of it had to be done by hand. The design was so intricate. This was the only part of designing she hated-trying to do such detailed designs. She could do it with the help of a sewing machine but then it wouldn’t look as nice. She always believed something done by hand looked much better then one done by machine. It didn’t mean she liked to do it anymore. Once she had worked for two, maybe three hours, she stepped back. The entire bodice was done. All she had left was to do the hem and the train. That could wait for another day since her hand was cramping. Brooklyn was going to go home, take a warm bath, do her paraffin spa to help her hand then sleep. And sleep HARD. Tomorrow her manager could open the store and Brooklyn could show up a couple hours late. As far as she knew, she had no appointments with brides which meant she could focus solely on that dress. After she had locked the dress up in the cabinet, she went through and made sure everything was shut down before turning on the alarm. Once the alarm was set she stepped onto the street to lock the door. There was a commotion behind her but she just shrugged it off, figuring it was everyone leaving the fair. Brooklyn ran a hand through her hair as she stepped onto the street. That’s when she noticed people pointing at buildings. Her brow furrowed before she looked around. Brooklyn’s mouth fell a gap. Since her shop was attached to another business, the words spanned between the two. ‘COWARDS’ was spread across the wall between the buildings and even hit a corner of one of her windows. The only reason she hadn’t noticed it when leaving was the fact the curtains that decorated the windows blacked that entire section of the window. Brooklyn threw her keys at the store window and screamed into her hands. This was not the stress she wanted to deal with. Once calm she cracked her neck before she retrieved her keys. Her bag and phone was in her car so she couldn’t call anyone until she got to it. Once her car was unlocked, she grabbed her phone and slammed the drivers side door. Her body leaned against the door while she rubbed her forehead in frustration. Apparently the police station was very much aware of everything going on. very aware of it. With that taken care of she called her grandmother to inform her that she probably wouldn’t be home for hours. Apparently business owners or managers had to stay with their buildings to talk to the police. Which meant Brooklyn was stuck here until someone had time to come talk to her. She assured her grandmother she as fine before telling the elder woman to go to bed. After she called one of her friends, asking them to just go sit at her house. Brooklyn wasn’t sure if any homes or businesses had been broken into and she didn’t want her grandmother alone. Their tenant was officially gone so there was no one there. Brooklyn was not taking any chances with one of the people she loved more then anything in the world. just a quick post. anyone can interact with her

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[NATALIE ROSE OWENS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] she‘s had all she can take SOMETHING’S GOTTA MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE. I DON‘T KNOW WHERE IT IS BUT SOMETHING‘S GOTTA GIVE Natalie rarely did things outside of her routine. Town events were about the only thing that made her break it and the fair was one of those events. Her and her father had spent each of the three days at the fair. Today she got to go off on her own for a few hours. Not like she did anything too crazy. There were some rides she went on, some of them multiple times, and she did a few booth games. After she won a stuffed elephant she decided to grab a bit to eat-pulled pork, a baked potato, corn on the cob and some deep fried Oreos. After another hour of wandering around, she bought some small trinkets before she found her father again. When they reunited he was with Connor McLaughlin. Natalie gave him a polite nod before stepping a few feet away to let them finish their conversation. It was near time for the fireworks so the duo went and found a spot near a cluster of picnic tables. Sitting on a small bench, Natalie showed her father what she had bought and won. When the fireworks started she gathered her things in her lap, holding them close until everything was done. As they stood the leave, she put everything in her bag which crossed over her body. Her hands clung to the strap while her father wrapped a protective arm around her, the two moving towards the street where their car was parked. He mentioned needing to stop by the church to pick something up and Natalie nodded in understanding. He usually stopped by the church daily. As they moved onto the streets, there was a lot of commotion. A glance around showed cards and building covered in red spray paint. ‘Ignorant.’ ‘Fools.’ ‘Murders.’ ‘Bastards.’ ‘Liars.’ These words covered various places. Natalie shook her head, confused, as she looked up at her father. ”Daddy, what’s going…” Natalie didn’t even get to finish before her father cut her off with a sharp tone. ”I don’t know. We need to go. Now.” That was a tone he had never used before so she just nodded, moving laong with his quick pace. Once in the car she didn’t even get buckled up before they drove off. Her father-that pastor-was speeding along like no care n the world. Once at the church, Natalie noticed ‘Bastards’ strewn in large letters across the front. The church! Who would deface a church in such a way? Before her father could protest Natalie was out of the car. ”I-I don’t understand.” Then hands gripped at her shoulders, making her jump. Only it wasn’t her father-it was Mr. McLaughlin again. ”Mr. McLaughlin, what are you doing here?” ”I saw you two speed off. Your father didn’t even notice the car” Natalie shook her head, muttering, ”The car?” Her head turned to look over her shoulder. Sure enough her father was by the back bumper. Natalie and Connor joined him, her left hand flying to cover her mouth. ‘Liars’ was across the back of the car. They were in such a rush to get here they hadn’t noticed it all. As she stared all of a sudden her father ordered her inside the church. Her normally soft spoken father yelled at her to get inside. With a jump, she did so after grabbing her back. At the church doors she looked back to notice her father and Connor arguing. ”How strange…” she thought. Her father looked really worried and upset while the other man was trying to calm him down. Not wanting to get caught, she scurried inside quickly. tagged !

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[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

Tristan had spent the day in the house with Oliver. They'd talked...a lot actually. Well they always talked a lot when Tristan came to visit, but they talked more than usual. The subject of conversation spanned from what to eat, to politics in Britain vs. politics in America, to their new mutual friend Brooklyn and why Oliver had never mentioned her. Oliver had told him that he didn't think it was terribly important to mention her. Furthermore that he hadn't wanted him to worry or to think that he couldn't get by without someone constantly stopping in to check on him. Tristan supposed it made sense, his older brother had always been one who tried to go out of his way not to worry people. They'd even talked about Lilian, which was a HUGE step and very encouraging to Tristan

After dinner, which Tristan had made, proper Fish and Chips to be exact, Oliver went to bed. He said he was tired and and needed some time. Tristan wasn't by any means offended. In fact, he understood completely. After cleaning up the dinner dishes, Tristan flipped through the the stations on the tv. There wasn't much of anything on. At least, not anything that interested him. He watched a few minutes of an episode of Doctor Who he'd already seen, it was the one where the Doctor first met Amy, and realized for the first time how much alike Oliver and Matt Smith looked. it was uncanny. How could have neglected to notice that before?

After that he called his Gran and they talked for an hour before Tristan decided to go out and get some air. Putting on his leather jacket and a scarf, he set out on foot to no particular destination. His feet carried him to the wish Cafe, which was still open, so he decided to stop in for a cup of coffee and some sort of pastry. Tristan had almost decided on a scone, but than remembered that he was in America and they wouldn't be proper British scones. So he decided to try something that was more, "American" and got the Apple Fritter, to go. Before leaving the shop he asked for directions to Brooklyn's bridal shop. She had mentioned that she often worked late and he thought he might keep her company if she was still there. That is, if she was interested in company. Perhaps he would only be a distraction from her work. In which case he would move on.

After receiving the directions, which were of course simple, the young Brit set off in that general direction. As Tristan walked along he began to notice that there was writing all over the buildings. People had begun to come out into the streets to inspect the damage and police were beginning to arrive on the scene. Immediately a great concern for Brooklyn welled up in Tristan. Throwing what was left of the coffee and the wrapper from the fritter into a nearby trash can, he took off running for Brooklyn's shop.

As it came into view, he could see that the lights had already been shut off. The ray from the street light revealed that her pretty little shop had also fallen victim to the vandal's rage. As Tristan got closer to the shops front door, he stopped running and looked inside to see if any lights were on further in the back. It appeared that only the security lights were. Inspecting the damage, he went around the corner and saw Brooklyn in her parked car. Nearing it, he gently tapped on the window, hoping he wouldn't startle her.

B-Brooklyn, are you alright? W-what happened h-here? Tristan shook his head and swallowed trying to get that embarrassing stutter to go away!!
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[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OPEN/TRSITAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn stayed leaning against the car, her phone pressed to her lips for a moment. Her eyes scanned the streets as cop cars flew by, all going different directions. She wanted to go see what other places were effected but she had to wait. This was beyond frustrating and she knew frustrating. This week had not been a good one and until now it hadn’t taken such a toll on her. It was simple paint-it could be washed off-but it sent her over the edge. While she still clasped her phone, her hands balled into fists and rubbed at her forehead. She could feel the headache starting to form from the back of her head. It only got worse when a cop came by to tell Brooklyn it’d be about a half hour to an hour before someone came around to her. All she could do was nod before she looked up at the shop. At least the owner or the neighboring store had arrived. The two chatted for a moment before he walked away. They figured if the town didn’t pay for it, the two would go halfway on the costs to have a professional remove it. That was probably best considering the outside of the building was made with wood. Once everything had been worked out, the two parted. Brooklyn rubbed at her arms before she decided she should probably get into her car to stay warm. She opened her door and slide into the passenger seat. Once the key was in the ignition, she flicked it on so she could turn the heat on. After that her hands rested on the steering wheel and her head went forward. Brooklyn wasn’t one for letting her emotions show. She was a good Marine girl’s daughter and learned to “lock it down”. Still, there were some huge things going on in her family. Ones that was shifting the dynamics of the whole family structure, including extended family. She threw herself into work and spending time with friends to distract herself from these things. Now this whole thing made it worse. She realized it wasn’t just her store but that didn’t mean it caused any less stress. Tears welled up in Brooklyn’s eyes and in the safety of her car she had no trouble letting a few slip down. At least this issue would be resolved soon enough and hopefully the whole problem in her father’s family would be resolved soon enough. The happiness she had growing up was falling apart. tap tap tap Brooklyn jumped slightly before she looked up. ”Oh, good, it’s just Tristan,” went through her mind. She turned her head away from him so she could wipe under her eyes before pasting on a typical Brooklyn smile. She left the car on so it could continue to warm up. She motioned for him to step back for she stepped out. The chill caused her to cross her arms across her midsection until she could get used to it. Serves her right for thinking she wouldn’t need her coat today. Just because it was warm earlier didn’t mean it would be come night fall. Brooklyn tilted her head. ”Hey what are you doing here?” She chuckled as she inspected him. Then a frown formed. ”Wait, did you run here?” just a quick post. anyone can interact with her

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[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

As Brooklyn jumped a little, Tristan felt terrible that he had failed at his attempt not to startle her. He was one who hated when people snuck up and scared the crap out of you. At least he hated it when it was on purpose (Oliver had done this to him a number of times, thinking it a good joke). If it was an accident, like he'd just done to Brooklyn, he really couldn't fault the person. Backing away from the door a few feet to give her room to step out, Tristan noticed that her eyes were very slightly red and a tiny bit puffy. A sheer sign that tears had damped her beautiful eyes. This worried him. Was it just the fact that she was upset about her ruined store front, or had some harm come to her?

Y-yah.... Tristan nodded. I know you work l-late sometimes....And I-I got worried when I saw all the writing all over....Just wanted to b-be sure you were ok he explained. Noticing Brooklyn wasn't wearing a coat, he rapidly unzipped his own, whipped it off and put it around her before she could object. He still had his scarf and a good sweater underneath, so he was in no danger of catching a chill anytime soon. Brooklyn obviously needed it more that he did.

Y-you've been crying. He stated gently. Are you alright...d-did you see anyone....did anything.....ha-happen.... He hesitated, than placed his hands lightly on her shoulders and looked her very seriously in the eye. To...you? Being a protective male, Tristan's mind often jumped to the worst possible scenario and he knew that if Brooklyn said anything had happened to her, or that anyone had harmed her, there would be hell to pay. Tristan wasn't one that would tolerate violence or any sort of abuse towards women or children. He was determined to make sure the perpetrator paid the price.

This was no more or less than Tristan would have done for any young woman in Brooklyn's situation. Yet it was different with her. Tristan had only really met her once before this. Oh sure she'd stopped at Oliver's the other day for a few minutes, had a coffee with them, and left 10 minutes later. But really they'd only had the chance to talk "deeply" once. However, Tristan was already forming an attachment of sorts to the girl. It kind of scared him that he was learning to care for her the way he was, so quickly. Of course he'd kept this all to himself. Hadn't uttered a word to Oliver about it. Tristan was trying to decide if it was foolish to allow himself to fall completely for Brooklyn. Was it too early to tell if he really was falling for her. Was he mistaking these emotions for something other than they were. This was all very confusing to the native Londoner.

Looking around, Tristan bit his lip, then looked back at Brooklyn Who would do something like this? I-it's awful....What does it all mean? His questions weren't necessarily directed at Brooklyn. He was more thinking out loud. Tristan approached one of the gratified walls and rubbed at it with the two front fingers of his right hand, trying to determine whether or not it would be removable. It appeared that it might not, but one probably couldn't know for sure without putting some elbow grease into it. He had little else better to do, so he would probably come round tomorrow and try to help Brooklyn with it.
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[DOMINIC ELI BANES]

dominic had been enjoying his time at the fair, so far. mostly because everleigh was having so much fun. he'd taken her every year, but she was only three, so she didn't remember the last two times she'd been there. he'd spoiled her rotten, so far. taken her on all the rides she was old enough to go on, bought her cotton candy, ice cream, a corn dog, and all the usual fair food. he loved it, too. dominic's favorite had to be funnel cake. and deep fried cookie dough. he knew it was terribly bad for you, but he didn't have it often, and neither had everleigh. still, after the last day, he'd make sure she didn't have any sugar for a while. he didn't want her sick.

it was the last day, so there'd be fireworks. dominic wasn't sure whether she'd like or be scared of them. probably scared, though he still wanted her to be there for them, just in case. so they'd stayed late. dominic had bought dinner for the both of them already and they sat and ate, everleigh making a mess of herself. they'd walked around some after that, till it was time for the fireworks. he'd held her, so maybe she wouldn't be so scared, as they started. but she was anything but. she laughed and pointed, making dominic laugh as well. he decided to start heading towards the car as they continued. knowing they'd see them the whole way. he put her down, taking her hand and let her watch as they walked.

dominic started walking a little faster as he saw red lettering over.. everything. "what the..?" he scooped everleigh up in his arms as he read what had been sprayed over the vehicles and buildings in the vicinity. people were beginning to gather, and confusion set in. he reach his car, finding sections of lettering on his as well. who would have done this? dominic had always suspected that his father's death was no accident.. could it have something to do with this?

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Peyton had spent most of the day working at her father's inn. She had been promoted to assistant manager once she had graduated high school, taking over the duties that once belonged to her mother so that the Grand Harbor Inn could remain open and so that her father didn't have to handle the never ending amount of responsibilities that came with running a business — by himself. Despite the fact that she had fond memories of the Grand Harbor Inn while growing up, Peyton couldn't help but resent the place now that so much had changed. Her father's inn reminded her too much of the fact that her mother was gone and she was never coming back and the fact that the business was a significant reason as to why she was still trapped in Hope Harbor. She didn't have her brother's strength of character in order to escape, he knew who he was whereas she still struggled with finding herself — and that was something she needed to figure out and step up to if she wanted to claim even the small possibility of her leaving town to pursue her dreams.

After work, Peyton had arranged with her friends to meet them at the fair. Keen for a distraction from the day's responsibilities, Peyton had agreed that a little bit of lighthearted fun was what she needed. So after handing over the night time shift at the inn to her father, she headed over to their section of the inn where they resided to change out of her work clothes and into a a simple pair of jeans, boots and a T-shirt once she had exited the shower. After re-applying a light amount of make-up, Peyton collected her purse and car keys and was out the front door in a flash before her father could insist that she stay home with him.

Peyton believed that if her father had it his way, she'd stay by his side at all times – but that wasn't something Peyton was willing to conform to, despite the fact that she had conformed to most of his other wishes in the past. She knew that her father only wanted to protect her and after her mother passing away and her brother skipping town, Peyton felt obliged to stay in Hope Harbor to keep him from going insane from loneliness.

The drive to the fair was quick and effortless. In Hope Harbor it didn't take a significant amount of time to move from one place to another, given the size of the actual town. However, when she parked her car and made her move to head towards the meeting place her and her friends had agreed upon, she was distracted by groups of people scurrying past her and heading to the next block on the street. After allowing the curiosity get the better of her, Peyton found herself following the mob.

It wasn't long before she weaved herself through the crowd, her eyes locking on the source of all the commotion. Letting out a silent gasp, Peyton's eyes widened at the terrible sight before her.

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OPEN/TRSITAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn felt her heart squeeze. He had come here to check on her? That was...different. Her brows knitted together in thought as she looked over her shoulder. That’s when she felt his coat go over her shoulders. ”Oh Tristan no I’m fine…” Really, she wasn’t but she didn’t want to take his jacket. She slipped it off and extended it back out to him. ”Thank you though. For offering and checking up on me. It’s sweet. Really sweet.” Brooklyn felt...odd. Maybe it was the lack of sleep mixed with her stress but she saw Tristan a little differently. More like she saw him when she had been drinking the other night: cute, charming in a goofy way and just different in general. Apparently it was time to start going to bed earlier, cutting back on the alcohol and maybe going to the shooting range to clear her head. This was not something Brooklyn wanted to figure out at this time. There was too much going on in her life for her to work through whatever her mind was battling with. ”Oh.” Brooklyn ran her hand under her eyes again, making sure all other remnants of her crying was gone. Instead of bringing it all the way down, she met his right wrist with her left hand first, squeezing it gently. ”No, nothing like that I’m just tired and stressed. There’s a lot going on in my life and I didn’t need this on top of it. Just silly girl emotions coming out.” As a nervous chuckle left her lips, that hand went to brush some hair back before falling to her side. She hated when people saw her weak. Brooklyn wanted to be known as a independent, strong, business woman who could hold her own weight in a “man’s” world one could say. Aside from her extreme bluntness, she tried not to let any of her weaknesses show. Occasionally a family member saw her that way but that was it. They could handle Brooklyn during er toughest times. Most others could not. Brooklyn turned her body, now standing beside Tristan. Her head shook as her shoudlers rose. ”I honestly don’t know. Things like this don’t happen here. I mean, we’ve had kids play pranks, mostly at Halloween, some accidents and fires where people have died but all of those were just that-accidents. And the kids were caught, given community service and sent on their way. But nothing to this extreme.” It scared her. Brooklyn came back here to get away from the different wards she was seeing on the street. Noticing her hands were shaking, she wrapped them around her waist and squeezed her eyes shut. After the conversation with her mother earlier, the crimson words over every building was a reminder of the hell her family was going through. Brooklyn drew in a couple deep breaths before she returned to the present state of things. Her head turned to look at Tristan. She was honestly confused about him. They had only talked a couple times, most of it the first night they met. Yet here he was, checking up on her. She could even tell he had ran here. He really was the opposite of his brother. Or, the version of his brother she knew. Brooklyn bit down on her lower lip as her thumbnail ran across the palm of her hand. It had been so long since she had dated anyone that her emotions were just running away from her. All the stress she was going through didn’t help. Though, he seemed to show up at just the perfect moment tonight. That was really something else to her. Something that caught her eye...even if it was a coincidence. just a quick post. anyone can interact with her

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

Somehow Tristan had known that Brooklyn would try to get out of wearing his jacket. But he wasn't going to let her. It was far too cold out for her to pull that. He still had on a heavy sweater and a scarf. He didn't need the jacket. N-no.... Gently he pushed her hand back towards her, refusing to claim his jacket. I'm plenty warm and you're not w-wearing anything. You wear it B-Brooklyn. Tristan gave her a look that said he meant business, then smiled encouragingly.

Tristan shook his head when Brooklyn said she was just having "silly girl emotions". No...it's n-not silly. He said in a comforting tone. Tristan just wanted to wrap his arm around her and tell her it was going to be ok and that he'd help her deal with everything. But he wasn't sure how she'd react if he did. Would she take it as a friendly gesture, or would she take something more from it. Tristan wasn't even sure how he meant it. Friendly, or...."friendlier". He found he couldn't think clearly on the subject of Brooklyn, and for Tristan, not being able to think clearly on a matter was disconcerting. Tristan opted to go for something that he thought could only be taken as friendly, so reaching out, he placed his hand on her upper arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Tristan observed Brooklyn and it seemed quite obvious to him that more than just the shop was bothering her. She didn't strike him as the kind of person that would get all torn up emotionally about graffiti. Tristan had thought she'd have been more of the type to get angry about it, not cry. And what was more, she looked frightened. Tristan hated to see a person looking frightened. This girl....no woman....lady...was reaching her breaking point and fast. I-I'm not trying to pry Brooklyn....But i-it's more than just the shop isn't i-it? he asked sympathetically.
Tristan didn't want her to think he was trying to get all up in her personal business. He wasn't like that. He didn't thrive on gossip and other people's affairs. Tristan just wanted to help her in anyway she would allow him too. He had a need to help her, something he couldn't explain. But there was this feeling inside of him that was telling him he would burst if he couldn't do something for her.
You don't have to tell me anything of course....I-I'm just here if you need me....for anything....I mean it. Anything....J-just say the word.

Tristan was just that kind of guy. Sensitive when it came to others, reliable, not the kind of person that would let you down, at least in most cases, cause let's face it, everyone lets someone down along the way, doesn't matter who you are. Just like everyone else, he wasn't perfect.

Tristan wasn't quite sure what was supposed to happen now, with Brooklyn's shop and all. He supposed that they had to wait for a police officer to come take a statement from her, but with all the other buildings and owners who needed to be inspected and interviewed, it was going to take a while, and Tristan didn't like Brooklyn having to wait out in the cold like this. It was ridiculous. Let's wait in the car...It's t-to cold out here for you. Tristan stepped towards her vehicle and opened the drivers side door for her, then went around to the passanger side and got in himself. He would have asked if she wanted him to wait, but she might have said no, and Tristan wasn't comfortable with her being out alone right now. So the young man took it upon himself to stay with her until the police had arrived.

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[KYLIE BRIDGET STOWE]

Kylie had now been in Hope Harbor for a few weeks and was getting to know and love the little Ocean side town. It was quiant and charming and everyone was friendly and looked out for each other. Many took an interest in her situation and said if there was anything they could do to help her find her sister, they would. Kylie was truly touched by this and still felt like she might have stepped into some sort of fairyland. Though she had a great love for her native Chicago and everything it had to offer her, she could see herself in a place like Hope Harbor, if only as a getaway. Kylie had quite decided that when her job took of, she was going to buy herself a place to stay here.

A new excitement about the little town came to Kylie when she saw the flyer for the fair. She'd always wanted to go to a fair. They didn't do that type of thing in Chicago. They had street carnivals and stuff, but she was quite sure it couldn't be the same. And she was right in that assumption. Arriving at the fair earlier in the evening, Kylie had gotten a hot dog and cheese fries for dinner. She followed it up later with Cotton Candy and before the night was over a hot chocolate. She'd ridden a few rides and played a few games at which she'd won herself a few funny looking stuffed characters. None of the big ones, she was never good at getting the big ones. But she was delighted to have won something none the less. Kylie had even learned a little bit of square dancing when an older gentleman had snagged her as she passed by the tent. Square dancing wasn't anything Kylie had ever really taken an interest in, but she had thoroughly enjoyed herself and was glad the "old flirt" had grabbed her.

Kylie had only wished she'd had someone to experience it all with. She'd thought of asking Brooklyn if she had plans t go. But when she remembered that she had a dress that needed to be finished by the end of the week, Kylie decided not to bother her. Aside from Brooklyn and her grandmother, Kylie didn't really know anyone else in town. At least not well enough to ask them to attend with her.

Around 9:30 things began to wind down and people were heading back to their cars or walking back home. Kylie's hotel was only a few blocks away from the fair, so she had decided to walk there and back. As she walked she noticed that people seemed to be in some sort of tizzy. Looking around with a slightly confused expression, Kylie was trying to figure out what all the yelling and freaking out was about. And then she noticed it. The writing, in bold red letters, everywhere. Kylie didn't understand what it was all about. Was this some big practical joke? Or was it serious?

Hurrying back to the Inn, Kylie ran up the steps to the porch and stopped abruptly at the door. The word "MURDERERS" was scrawled across it in in giant red letters. A chill ran down her spine. Quickly she opened the door and closed it behind her and leaned back against it. Looking around no one was in the lobby. This made her nervous. Taking a deep breath, she went to the stair case leading to the second floor and swiftly went to her room, closing and locking the door behind her.

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) OPEN/TRSITAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn brought her hands to her chest and pasted on a grumpy look. ”I see stubbornness runs in the family,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped the jacket on. It was welcoming. She kept her hands in the sleeves for the time being, trying to warm up her appendages. Her hands were freezing. She rubbed them together through the sleeves as she tapped one heel clad foot on the pavement. ”Thank you. It was so warm today I just forgot mine. I should have known with Maine weather to grab it.” She was so used to warmer weather being on the Marine bases that she just didn’t think of those things anymore. Apparently she’d have to put some kind of reminder out for her to grab it. Either that or Brooklyn’s grandmother would start to remind her. Brooklyn’s shoulders tensed up when he said her crying wasn’t silly. To her, it was. She hadn’t cried for anything in front of anyone besides someone dying in a long time. Even when her and her last boyfriend broke up she hadn’t cried. No, Brooklyn just locked down her emotions and moved on with her studies. All that mattered was finishing school and starting her business. That caused her to carry a lot of tension in her body but over the years she just learned to ignore it. If it got real bad, there were always massages she could get. Still, when Tristan squeezed at her arm, she felt a lot of that tension ease away. This was all new to her. New and confusing Brooklyn to no end. She clicked with plenty of her friends right away but she kept thinking of Tristan in a different way. A way she probably shouldn’t. Brooklyn’s eyes went downcast as Tristan spoke up again. Usually people just let her be when she said it was nothing. Well, everyone aside from her grandmother but that woman didn’t count. She curled her lips in between her teeth before biting down. Usually Brooklyn was the one pestering her friends on if they were ok. She was always there for people and while they were there for her when she needed models for her gowns at the shop, she never let them in otherwise. Her body bounced just slightly as she tried to calm herself before she stared to cry again. Still, there was no use denying it anymore. As long as she didn’t look Tristan in the eyes she’d be fine. ”No it’s not the shop at all.” Seeing her life’s dream defaced may have been the tipping point but she was slowly headed that way long before. Her voice dropped down low as she looked over her building. ”My, um, my uncle attacked my father and my dad was hurt pretty bad.” The fact that Brooklyn was telling Tristan this was huge. No one knew what had been unraveling with her family for the past year. It was the driving force for her moving up here because her parents didn’t want her around if something happened. Well, they had been right. Something did happen. Now her father was recovering from a collapsed lung and he’d have to go through a lot of doctor’s visits in order to go back to active duty. That’s all that had consumed her thoughts the last couple days. Her mother didn’t think it was wise she visited right away as her father was in a lot of pain and knew that it’d upset Brooklyn. So instead Brooklyn and her grandmother would leave a week early when Christmas time came around. This time Brooklyn didn’t put up a fight with his suggestion. She went to reach for her handle when Tristan had already opened it. After sliding in and shutting the door she let out a small sigh of relief. Yes, it had been a good idea to let the car warm up. Her head leaned back while her eyes closed to soothe herself. When she felt a little better, she opened her eyes but kept her head back, only turning it to the side to look at him. ”You don’t have to worry about me Tristan. I’ll be fine. Remember a Marine’s daughter. I know what to do.” Back to being typical Brooklyn, keeping things light and fun. To her, with everything going on, that was the best way to do things. just a quick post. anyone can interact with her

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele