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Post by Lucille Grace Astor on Sept 27, 2016 22:09:41 GMT -5
Lucy immediately wrapped her arms around Belle, also trying to look at her and make sure she was in one piece when Belle said someone was up there. "What?" Lucy looked around, hearing Belle say she wasn't crazy, "No, of course you aren't crazy." Lucy was confused slightly until her eyes finally landed on the hooded figure that had pushed past Sebastian, who said, "What the fuck-" Who was that? Why were they locked on a roof with Belle? Was it the same person that was on the balcony in the party? Was it Gatsby? Had Gatsby put that person up to it? Why would Gatsby do that? Did Gatsby know about the day on the roof? Why else would he target Belle? Did Gatsby have something against Belle? Was Belle Daisy Buchanan?! "Oh my god, you're Daisy!" It made no sense to anyone else, and it honestly was probably a stretch but Lucy couldn't fathom just accepting a situation without justifying it. "Stay with Belle," she barked at her brother, stupidly letting her legs take her after the person who had just fled the roof. If this wasn't the stupidest thing she'd done since shoving Belle and Ian in a broom closet and lying her ass off to authorities, then she was imagining things. Halfway down the stairs she reconsidered running after a cloaked person, suddenly feeling the fear hit her. What was she doing? She should not follow. Just let them go. But if she let them go, what if something like this happened again, but worse? She saw the person disappear behind a door in the opposite way they had come but by the time she got to the bottom of the stairs and through the door, they were gone. It was a long hallway, presumably leading to the balconies but there was a service elevator who's doors had just closed. They were gone. By the time she got downstairs the person could have disappeared into the crowd easily, blending back in. So she hadn't caught the person, but actually she was relieved because she didn't know what she would have done if she had.
She was going to turn around and go back to Belle and Sebastian, when she realized there was a dim light coming from one of the balconies. Gatsby? After a quick inner struggle, she convinced herself to peak. Lucy quietly crept toward the room, seeing a guy with his back to her, watching the party below. The music drowned out her soft steps as she came up behind him and grabbed his mask, pulling it off as the guy spun around to face her. "Ian?" she said, surprised, "You're Gatsby?"
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Post by Ian Fletcher on Sept 28, 2016 19:27:57 GMT -5
Ian held onto the edge of the balcony, looking down at everyone. They were here. They had to be... the ones that were toying with himself and.. for arguments sake lets just call them friends. He needed to figure out how to get one step ahead of them. And somehow, that had led to this evening. He watched as Belle headed toward the staircase, knowing that they would be paying attention to. Something inside of him stirred, something he wouldn't ever admit to anyone that he was capable of feeling. Fear. Desperation. Playing games and treating people like they were play things during his youth had been one thing. But whoever they were dealing with seemed to mean business. He moved his eyes away from the staircase, wondering where Lucy had gone off too. He couldn't decide if them splitting up would be better or worse. Maybe it depended on how many of "Them" there were. Was there more than one person messing with them? Ian turned to his drink, mildly oblivious to the fact that Lucy and Sebastian were now making their way up to the rooftop as well. As much as it may have been rude to toy with Belle the way that he was, he did need their reactions to be genuine and real. If whoever they were going against thought that someone was stealing their own game from them, then maybe they would slip and expose themselves accidentally.
Moments later and he heard the sound of footsteps coming into the VIP area. Considering the security was locked tighter on this place than the White House, his staff would only let someone in his circle into the room. Lucy. He clenched his jaw as he turned toward her, the mask being ripped off of his face. When she questioned whether he was Gatsby he rolled his eyes at her, " Don't be so dramatic, Lucille. It's unbecoming." he said dryly, grabbing his glass so that he could take another drink. "For arguments sake, yes.. I threw the party." he said clenching his jaw more in annoyance now. " I... What happened that night... I need to catch.. there's,,," he said, sighing. Explaining himself wasn't something he did often, and it certainly something he didn't relish doing. " Wait if .... where is Belle?' he said lifting his eyebrow slightly. " Did anyone else see you guys besides Carl?" he said, gesturing to the roof. Carl on the roof.. guy in the black hoodie and mask. " Anyone else? Who's with her?" he questioned, moving past Lucy so that he could make his way down the stairs. Once he stepped foot back on the main floor he looked through the crowd of people, trying to find anyone that would stand out.
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Post by Lucille Grace Astor on Sept 28, 2016 19:56:40 GMT -5
Oh, so now Lucy was being dramatic? He was the one throwing parties anonymously and apparently trying to fuck with them intentionally. But sure, maybe it was just her altogether that was unbecoming to him. Lucy crossed her arms over her chest defensively; she always felt to vulnerable when he talked to her like that. Like she was so annoying and pesky to him. And it wasn't as if he was very competent at explaining himself anyways. Sometimes, a man of few words literally just had nothing substantial to say. He questioned where Belle was, and Lucy said matter of factly, as if he didn't know, "On the roof. Like you wanted." She couldn't much hide the disgust in her voice. She laughed slightly out of annoyance, "... Carl..." but then replied, "No one else, just Sebastian." Lucy followed him downstairs, trying to grasp what he was going on about. "Hold on. Tell me what you're doing, I can help." Whatever he was doing involved the night Tiffany died and Lucy wanted that in the past just as much as he did. Lucy stopped just behind him off his shoulder, looking around too but unsure what she was looking for. He smelled like scotch and his cologne. "Who are you trying to catch?"
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Post by Ian Fletcher on Sept 28, 2016 20:02:16 GMT -5
Ian kept his eyes pierced on the people around him. He was completely unmasked now, so even if people were there, they could tell that he was just as much looking for them, too. He took in a deep breath, hearing Lucy's voice again before the turned to look at her. He hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out how much information he wanted to divulge. He was so used to handling things on his own, and it wasn't really in his interest to admit that he might need help... from a high school girl none the less. With an obviously annoyed sigh he tilted his head as he looked at her. "He's being blackmailed." he said flatly, shaking his head while putting his hands up. " Belle's stepfather was sleeping with Tiffany," he said, clearing his throat as he spoke her name out loud. He hadn't said it since the night she died. "My father found security footage of them hooking up before she died.. They were in the elevator and then heading to his room. Several times,"' he added pointedly. "I stole the footage from my dad.. I thought it might..... implicate Belle," he said, shaking his head. "It's uh... It's gone. I can't find it." Ian brought his hands up to the top of his hair, clinging to it tightly as he started to look around the room again.
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Post by Lucille Grace Astor on Sept 28, 2016 21:32:08 GMT -5
Lucy stopped talking for some very long moments to absorb the new information. So Belle's stepdad was sleeping with Tiffany. Belle would have mentioned that if she knew... But if someone was blackmailing Belle's stepdad, there was something else in it for them, right? Why threaten him with video footage just for the sake of it? "It's not about just us anymore..." Lucy said quietly, more to herself than anything. Why would they mess with a bunch of kids when they could get something bigger out of the bargain with Belle's stepdad. "Blackmailing him for what?" she wondered out loud, "There's something we aren't getting." She couldn't justify someone targeting them, there wasn't enough motive. They were just a bunch of kids who witness a drunk bitch fight that ended badly. Suddenly a scream pierced through the room and Lucy felt her blood chill, cold right to her core. "No," she said, turning toward the scream. "Please don't be Belle." As if Belle needed any more trauma in her life. Lucy especially didn't want to tell Belle about her stepdad and Tiffany. As she rounded the corner toward the scream, the scene unfurled itself before her eyes. Belle was seemingly fine, just very shocked, standing beside Sebastian who was crouched over a body. As she got closer, she tried to see who it was. Lucy knelt down, "What happened?" "I don't know, he isn't breathing, I can't get a pulse." It finally registered who the body was, Brad. Lucy's mind was moving quickly, but not enough to begin to figure out if and how this was related. She pushed Sebastian's hand away gently, looking for a pulse with her own delicate hand. There was a reason Bash couldn't find it; it wasn't there. Lucy could feel his body temp hadn't changed, and even logically he couldn't have been dead long, but how long? A few minutes? Longer?
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