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We're Friends- Platonic pt. 2.5Gwen woke up with a splitting headache. She had no idea where she was and why the heck she was sleeping on the ground and not in her (relatively) warm bed.
"Ah! you're up."
She looked around her. a coat was on top of her.
"thisyours?" she managed.
"Yes, thanks." but when he removed it she held on.
"no...no...warm" and she put the coat back over her.
five minutes passed and she woke up.
"what happened last night?"
"well, you had some crazy idea to go search for Duncan, you got me to help you, we walked for a couple of miles, and then you got cold. we sat down, and made sure you were going to be okay before going to sleep."
"No, no, no. Your relationship with Duncan still remains."
There was an awkward pause.
"I'm happy for you."
Gwen could tell that "happy for" really meant "miss."
"So... where are we?"
"I don't know."
"Well, we should try to get back to Playa de Losers." And she headed off in one direction. Trent followed her.
Throughout they day they hurried on in
Major Treble-The Suspect"Look, i didn't do it!" Walker was saying, being dragged to PR2.
They barricaded the door.
"How do we know?" Mortimer, a saxophone player, said.
"look, ask anyone, i wouldn't hurt a fly." there was sincerity in his eyes.
"He does seem passive." Jared said. He turned to Thalia. "But I became friends with him last year. What do you think?"
"He is rather calm. But I've only known him since 6th grade." She turned to Micheal with a questioning look.
"He's got the worst poker face ever, and he's terrible at lying, if Our Mafia games are any clue. But i barely know him--since 5th grade. and he was gone two years before that." He turned to Dale, a Bassoon player.
"He's very nice and pacific. And you're getting closer, I've know him since 1st grade, but i haven't talked to him since 7th grade. People change. so that just leaves Hillary."
Everybody turned toward her.
"You're kidding me right? He's a pacifist! Don't you people know anything about your peers? He wouldn't hurt anyone if
Major Treble-The Camera"This doesn't make sense." Micheal said.
"That doesn't make him guilty." somebody said.
"That doesn't make him innocent." another replied.
They were all confused. and then Jared spoke up.
"Wait! Let's just check the band hall video camera!"
They finally got into the camera.
The screen showed everybody entering the band hall. Immediately after, they saw several leave, in no particular order.
but it was all out of order.
"wait..." Margot said, "I didn't leave until yesterday afternoon."
"what's going on?" Hillary wondered aloud.
Ellie and Walker are seen running out, then it cuts to Jared pointing at the camera.
"that just happened!" Thalia said. "It's all out of order."
Kylie is seen running down the hall from the middle. cut to a figure opening a locker, cut to Keylie running down the hall from the end of the hall.
"go back to the figure!" Micheal said
"I can't" replied Jared. "Be quiet, or we'll miss the whole thing."
scream is heard. cut to the flutes and cl
Major Treble-What Exactly Happened?9:13
Suspect Thalia was seen coming in with suspect Hillary and/or Walker
Electra was seen in her seat.
Walker came in with a backpack, oboe, water bottle from Wicked*
Hillary started setting up instrument.
Thalia Started setting up instrument.
Walker went to get water for his reed.
It was confirmed by then there was a substitute teacher.
Thalia and Walker *and Hillary* were all seen getting music.
Thalia and Walker were seen talking, *some say they heard the word "secret" being spoken by Walker.*
Thalia seen giving Samantha dirty looks.*
Most were in their seats, including victim Samantha and victim Meghan.
Subs explained the practice room assignments:
PR1: 1st chair clarinets
PR2: 2nd chair clarinets
storage room: saxes
Band room: Percussion/Low brass
Walker raised his hand, having been forgotten. Sub says to go with 1st clarinets Meghan and Samantha.
Last confirmed sighting of victims walking in PR1
*some claim they saw Walker arguing wit
Major Treble-suspects*note: all suspects will be filed under the format of name, instrument, motive, and pace last seen.
Name: Walker Instrument(s): 1st chair Oboe, keyboard bass (Jazz I), tenor/alto (show choir) Possible motives: sick of being ignored (being the only oboe) and decided to take revenge, seen arguing with Samantha a few days prior, possibly turncoat bandgeek who now supports choir. Last Known Whereabouts: currently trapped in practice room two.
Name: Hillary Instrument: 6th chair clarinet, bari sax (Jazz II) Possible motives: sick of being the last clarinet, she could be plotting to get rid of the clarinets one by one. Last Known Whereabouts: pacing around the storage room.
Name: Thalia Instrument: 3rd chair tenor sax, tenor sax (Jazz II) Possible motives: was seen talking to Walker that day, also arguing with Meghan. Last Known Whereabouts: talking with friends by band office.
Name: Ellie aka. electra
We're Friends-Platonic pt. 2Gwen and Trent were away from Playa de Losers and were searching for Duncan. Trent wanted to turn back. Gwen insisted they would find him soon.
"i'm not so sure."
Gwen told Trent about the rumor that they wouldn't even BE in the new series, but that it would be at camp Wawanakwa. slowly this drifted into Gwen talking about Duncan more and more. Trent tried to be patient, but Gwen said Duncan-this and Duncan that and Duncan---
"All right, i get it" Trent said finally, "don't take this personally, but i don't care about Duncan. I don't care if he's okay, i don't care where he is, and most certainly DON'T care about your relationship. I don't care how he treats you. I don't care the first time he kissed you. I don't care if you've..."
"What? No, of course we haven't. And if you don't care so much, why are you helping me?"
"You know it's because of the bedroom."
"I know it's most definitely NOT."
There was an awkward silence. they continued the search.
"you know, that's not the first time
Major Treble: A Band Whodunit-introThere was chaos in the band room. Nobody knew how it started, but four things were clear: Walker knew something he wasn't telling, Samantha was on the ground, lifeless and covered in blood, something sinister was going on in the band program, and whatever happened next would happen to Meghan.
We're Friends-Platonic pt. 1Trent was in the bath. he was thinking about everything that had happened in the first season. and the second. and the third. he was back at Playa des Losers, awaiting to hear what hellhole chris would put them through next.
He had definitely changed during the last season. he was much calmer, and much much more reserved. he talked to others, but mostly he just sat alone, coming up with new songs to play on his guitar. most notably though, his 9 obsession had calmed. it was there all right, but not as noticeable. he didn't freak out if he didn't have nine grapes, but the signs were there, almost invisible though, so most people thought he had grown out of it. the truth was just the opposite. if he had bothered to give song demos to anyone, somebody might notice he used only nine different chords in a song.
he was thinking, wondering. not about anything in particular, just wondering when he heard a knock on the door.
"trent? are you in here? i really have to talk to you?"
Crazy Dreams Club- IntroHi! My name is Codename "Ringo," and i am normal just like every one- oh what the hell!
can you keep a secret?
No, Really. can you keep a secret?
okay, but first you need to know two things that go hand and hand.
1.i'm VERY forgetful and 2. i'm very spacey
okay, now that we've got that straight here it is:
i've have crazy dreams.
but that's not the secret.
the secret is that at least half the time i'm willing to bet they were real.
here's generally what happens on any give day:
night-i dream a crazy dream (e.g. i go to a party, meet a cool kid, there's a mansion and a pool)
wake up-i remember parts of my dream, but it's not clear. (there's a house and a pool)
breakfast-my dream has successfully fade about 2/3 of the way. (there was some sort of water)
arrive at school-i have something nagging me somewhere in my brain, but i've forgotten my dream. (i was going to talk about something....)
lunch-i've fully remembered my dream(some kid that looks vaguely familiar talks to me and BOOM! i'v
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