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Monday, September 10th, 2012 The next day at school was pandemonium. Kaspar, Justin, and Finn were the first ones on him, one question after the other flying out and landing without a concrete answer. More speculations hovered before them as they attempted to piece together the messy, complicated puzzle that was Tuct Side. “He’s the fall guy,” Kaspar surmised as he leaned against his locker. “I’m sure of it. Probably a rookie wanting to get in.” “Nah,” Justin spoke as his arm
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Saturday, September 8th, 2012 “We’re calling the police.” Kaspar muttered coldly as he gazed into the blaze of the campfire they had started in the backyard of Finn’s cottage home. A pang of panic hit West’s stomach as he stiffened in his lawn chair. “Wait-” “We’re calling the police, West!” the redhead spat, his rage having breached past the forced calm he put on while listening to his three friends recount the incident near the tail-end of yesterday. It had him shooting str
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The following is a phone conversation between two unknown subjects, their voices altered in advance for anonymity. The two suspects have yet to be confirmed, but the topic of the discussion appears to revolve around Nigel “Neil” Morterero. Date Recorded: Friday, September 7th, 2012 | 5:01 A.M. Subject-1: ‘Ello? Subject-2: He’s not doin’ it. S-1: What? S-2: He ain’t doin’, man. None of ‘em are. S-1: Wait. We talkin’ about…? S-2: Yes, Neil! Who else!? S-1: A
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It took half an hour, but the window of opportunity finally presented itself. West thought about going to Kaspar first and letting him in on what transpired earlier, but he figured someone had to be kept in the mood for the party. Neil and his band had headed off somewhere after finishing two more songs, and now the team captain was on the chase for his rival. As he hurried through the crowd, briefly greeting and nodding at familiar and famous faces on the way, his green eyes swiveled right
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West hurried through corridor after corridor, searching for the food stand Finn had mentioned in his text. This place was a labyrinth, being as luxurious as it was. He felt lost the moment he stepped off the field. If this was one of the reasons Isaak’s college hated this Humberston, then he understood that now. It felt like hours had passed when he found a black metal rack that could pass of as a food stand. His eyes inspected its surroundings, void of people with only the sounds of the party c
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Friday, September 7th, 2012 “So…” Isaak drawled as he sat in the passenger’s seat of West’s car. “So…?” the latter repeated. The two were on their way to the eldest Kuttner sibling’s birthday party, which, unbeknownst to him, was located at Humberston, a rival college to Isaak’s chosen school, Anninberg. It really helped for their father to be as famous as he was. Money could mend temporary bridges, it seemed. “How slumped are you planning to get tonight?” “You mean like
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Thursday, September 6th, 2012 A day later, after Cynthia and Malachi got hitched, and after another wedding this morning tying Scott’s aunt to a man named Filipe Hernández, the four boys met up with each other ten minutes before football practice, lounging in the school cafeteria for a quick snack. “I’m just thinking we should head down to Idaho City,” West suggested shyly as he munched on graham crackers. “You know, check out Malachi’s church.” Justin groaned, scratching his alre
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The following narrative is recounted by: ISAAK KUTTNER You know, I never thought I’d end up writing about myself after college. I figured all that was a thing of the past since I never had to fill out a resume for a job or anything like that. Interviews were what all the cool kids were trying nowadays. Fortunately, I’m still hip because, being the founder and CEO of my own beverage company – Kuttner’s Drinkers, Inc., since I knew you were wondering – I give those out like candy. And ju
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The following is a phone conversation between subjects Nigel ‘Neil’ Morterero and a recipient currently dubbed “AoM” for legal and safety reasons. The audio has been recorded by the recipient in order to dissolve any claims and charges of suspicious activity in court. Date Recorded: Wednesday, September 5th, 2012 | 4:50 P.M. Neil: You there? AoM: I’m here. Neil: We can’t keep doin’ this, man. When are you comin’ over? AoM: Sorry, I know. I’m still trying to work around t
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Neil Morterero stepped out of a white SUV, his ever-present scowl in place, along with Jorge, a very familiar-looking man, and a dark-haired, pale-complexioned woman West has never seen before. She was quite the gorgeous, outstanding figure, her light blue dress sparkling from all the rhinestones. Her ruby lips curled into a small, appreciative smile as the man West quickly deduced to be Javier Rabellino took her by the hand and closed her door for her. Javier, the football coach at Humbers
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There was no time to sit and ponder the events that transpired earlier, for Cynthia’s wedding was only three hours away. Because of this, West had to skip football practice, he and Kaspar riding over to Tuct-In for a quick visit. “Oh, I can’t wait to see Cyn in a wedding dress,” Theresa voiced excitedly as she applied makeup with her pocket mirror. “You know, she never wears dresses? Always rolled with the boy’s crowd, I never thought this day would come, to be honest.” West and Kaspar
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West: Hey. Txt me back f u get this West: It was nice talkin to u today. I enjoy our time 2gether Tuesday, September 4th, 2012 West: That came out weird. I meant I like talking 2 u West: Like about stuff West: Ur prolly sleeping. Sorry 2 bother Wednesday, September 5th, 2012 West: Im gonna go listen 2 ur band on repeat Neil: Christ!!! Stop Flower Boy! I got it now fuck off!!!! West: ok. Was worried u weren’t getting my mgs Neil: Iam. U don’t ne
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The following footage contains explicit content of a minor engaging in sexual acts with adults. The activities shown have been concluded to be “consensual,” but only among the participants. However, later statements would shape the nature of the footage, such as: · The minor only being seventeen years of age (at the time) [Idaho’s legal age of consent: 18] · The minor being under strict surveillance by a malicious third party · The two adults being victims of se
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Monday, September 3rd, 2012 Just at the edge of town was a large expanse of land owned by an old farmer couple. The Jarrison’s were pretty much nomads, drifted into town from an unknown family most likely of similar agriculturalist roots, but during their time here, they have made friends with some of the eastern families. Which was why it was a regular thing for the Labor Day tailgate party to occur at their twenty to thirty acres of property. West suspected it had to do with the rece
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Tuesday, August 28th, 2012 After school, West and Kaspar stopped by at the Dedekinds’ household, where they found the latter’s parents with the former’s. Leonhard, Kaspar’s fourteen-year-old brother, was also present, watching television in the living room next to a sleeping Ophelia, both having been picked up earlier. The four adults were gathered in the dining room, having a discussion over recent events over lunch. “It’s just a shame it happened so close to celebrations,” Karlotta s
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Encounters with his rival came in short supply, but each brief moment was always so intense and unpredictable. So, as he went to grab his equipment for football practice, it colored West surprised when he found the lightning-eyed boy leaning back against his car as if he owned it, arms crossed and eyes remaining out in the distance even as the blond anxiously moved forward. “Yo. Flower Boy.” West could barely contain a shiver from hearing that deep, gravelly voice. “Neil? I thought you
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And for those who can't view the image... VOLUME XXX – NO.20, NOVEMBER 2002 NEW YORK CONNECTION DAILY From Wood & String To Branches & Ink 6 November 2002 As of yesterday, democrat candidate Jaime de la García Morterero had claimed the seat of governor of New York, winning over conservative George E. Pataki in a close-call election. Morterero beat Pataki out from a third term, receiving 47% of the vote apart from the latter’s 46%. The lo
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Monday, August 27th, 2012 Lunch was unusually quiet today. Most likely due to the sheer absence of not only Kaspar or Justin, but most of the football team that West ate during this particular block. It only added to the stress the blond carried from yesterday’s incident into the next day. Law enforcement was quick to respond, but ended up just as confused by the whole thing. No one who knew famous German basketball player Friedrich Kuttner IV would ever encroach upon his territor
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Sunday, August 26th, 2012 The next day was West and Kaspar’s first day volunteering at Tuct-In. It was a rather anxiety-free welcome, knowing the children there, or at least some of them, were a part of the Jiving Four fanbase. Plus, their jobs were simple. Supervising a bunch of kids took a lot of time to get used to, but since the two teens had younger siblings, that experience box was checked off. Theresa was a big help as well, aiding them in getting to know each child. One ch
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Saturday, August 25th, 2012 It was the weekend before they knew it. Not even the Friday football game was as eventful as West expected it to be. He saw Neil and his boys play, and they were good. Really good. The blond wasn’t worried about his rival being better in that aspect. Football was just a sport to pass the time until basketball season started up. “It’s obviously drugs.” West heard Kaspar say as he sauntered down the stairs after putting his little sister to bed. He was ta
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Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012 “We should talk to him,” West said to Justin as they sat in the locker room with their football team. Scheduled at the end of the day was a pep rally for the first game on Friday. Three days of spirit and support got not just the school, but the entire town hyped up. It didn’t hold a candle to the celebrations that went on during basketball season, but the excitement would spread just the same way. “Is that a good idea?” the brunette spoke through a mo
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{Individual Interview #2}: MELINA BISHOP Site: WINSLOW HIGH SCHOOL CONFERENCE ROOM Date: FRIDAY, APRIL 20TH, 2018, 9:08 PM PST ---------- WEST: Okay. Whenever you’re ready. MELINA: Okay. Hello, my name is Melina Bishop and I am the vice president of the Tuct Side Board of Education and have been for eight years. I’m only thirty-five years old, so I was pretty young when I was first elected. Believe it or not, I actually loved going to school, so if that doesn’t tell you
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What were you put on this earth for? What role did God bestow upon you before you were born? Or if you’re not into that stuff… Why do you exist? Now, I’m not some self-absorbed brat with a hero complex, so I won’t say I was born to cure Tuct Side of its afflictions or something like that. I was just a teenage, aspiring journalist with a camera. I’d like to say it was a coincidence, but what was one coincidence after another? After a while, it started to feel like I was meant
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Wednesday, August 15th, 2012 “We need to start with the school. If we’re going to spread some goodness around town, we at least need to look the part,” Adyson Stell, junior and second-in-command of the service-learning club, spoke as she paced the half-circle the other students made, her brown hair swaying back and forth. Mrs. Ada Kanumba, advanced World History teacher and chief of the club, nodded in approval as she listened in from her desk in the corner. “I like the sound of that.
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Monday, August 13th, 2012 It was the day of reckoning. That’s what Justin called it. Patriot High will finally share the halls with Wildwood. The rest of yesterday was spent at Bradvons Park playing ball and planning out war strategies. Finn, a jokester when he wants to be, even pulled out The Art of War by Sun Tzu to see if they could apply anything for the tumultuous year ahead. However, even as they swaggered toward the school entrance, they were still trying to figure out an a
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