coastaltime
honathan jughes
derrysgreivances
He barely smiled but scoffed, dropping his head then lifting it again.
"The usual."
Eyes scan his bike, lips pursed in approval. "Nice." Jonathan complimented, patting the handle bars.
@trash-mouth
derrysgreivances
Jonathan dropped the camera from his eyes and sighed lightly, icy eyes looking down to Richie.
"Richie." He greeted, muttering. Looping the handle of the camera around his neck, his hands found warmth in his pockets. "If you've come to me for pictures of girls then you're in the wrong place, buddy."
@trash-mouth
-monophcbia
HEIDI LOOKED DOWN AT HER SHOES AS SHE WALKED TO SCHOOL, down the sidewalk, books in hand. The girl had another sleepless night, due to the fact of her fear of having more night terrors, or perhaps her fear of being eaten by a killer clown, same difference. Bags lurked under her eyes, her hair slightly tangled, clothes wrinkled. The cold morning air made her flush, cheeks red and all. Heidi was snapped out of her thoughts by falling straight onto the concrete, her books scattered. "Oh my gosh, I-i'm so sorry." she panicked, Heidi quickly assumed that it was one of Bowers' goons, so she avoided looking up.
derrysgreivances
His smile only lightly flawed as hers did- it was probably a sensitive subject. He wouldn't go into it- wasn't his business. "Yeah, it is." Jonathan agreed, icy eyes blinking.
@-monophcbia
-monophcbia
Heidi's eyes glowed, herself slightly smiling. "My dad used to shoot," Her smile faded for a moment, her eyes falling to the ground before looking back up and her soft smile returning, "It's a pretty cool profession."
derrysgreivances
Jonathan returned a petit smile and nodded.
"Uh- yeah. I do." He replied, fiddling with the camera in his hands. Jon had loved it since a young age- and he had an eye for it. His mom would get annoyed when he'd take random pictures of her.
@-monophcbia
-monophcbia
// highkey wanna drop a starter
-HALLOWEEN-
// HOLY SHET YOUR ACCOUNT IS FRICKING AMAAAAAZZZZINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
vic leaned against a locker as he watched Jonathan quietly, his arms folded across his chest , “hiya Jonathan “ he called out to him, grinning slightly
-HALLOWEEN-
/// YOURE WELCOME LIKE OMFG I JUST LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT SO MUCH AND I LOVE HOW YOU MADE JONATHAN PART OF THE IT FANDOM
The blonde frowned slightly and sighed softly , he actually cared about Jonathan, not in /that/ way , but he cared about him. “You alright Jonathan ?” He asked him in a soft tone
derrysgreivances
// OMFG THANKYOU.
Jon had his head dipped in his locker. Unlucky for him- his locker was by Victor Criss', someone he wanted to avoid. His eyes glanced across to him weary, and back- his paranoia hitting him hard. Jon didn't reply.
@xXVicCrissxX
coastaltime
harry arrived to school later as usual, dramatically flipping his mane of hair back as he slid through the hallways and exchanged winks with countless girls. he was caught off guard with his stupid smirk as he crashed into a brunette. he caught the camera that slipped out of the boy's hands, not realizing at first who it was. ' watch where you're going—' he held the camera up and took a pic of him with the flash. ' hughes.'
coastaltime
harry sighed, sending his eyes skyward. ' you're no fun.' he adjusted the backpack strap on his shoulder, running a hand through his fluffy hair. ' here ya go!' he pretended to throw it, before handing it over simply.
derrysgreivances
he didn't argue. Jonathan always suffered with tormenting, and anger wasn't the way through it.
'just give it back.' He retorted, reaching out in effort to retrieve the camera. Jon didn't really like Henry, along with most people. But he WASNT a stalker. They where just stupid rumours.
@notafraid-
coastaltime
' who knew the school stalker was so photogenic? ' he grinned mischievously, holding the camera up. ' where you off too, hughes? i'll be your paparazzi.' he took a selfie off himself, blinding himself with the flash.
coastaltime
lowkey wants to drop a starter—
derrysgreivances
*turns around, and sighs* Hello, Richie. I'm surviving. How about yourself?
@trash-mouth
specialagent-
SPECIAL AGENT CHARLIE SAWYER approached the Hughes home. Blue hues examined the area, studying every inch in search of possible clues. Once she made it to the door, Sawyer knocked twice and took a step back. Her gloved hand slipped into her coat pocket and came out with her badge of identification. The agent pursed her lips as she waited.
She was tere because this was the home of another missing child. The agent must determine the cause and the criminal before more children continue to drop daily.
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@derrysgreivances The agent hummed in reply and nodded gently. The thought of the little cross that she wore as a necklace came to mind when the boy mentioned the parents going to church. She, herself, was agnostic currently. Being raised in a devout Catholic family, her mother gave her the cross which Sawyer still today wore, despite her questioning the belief. Whether or not God was going to help, the agent knew that she was going to find these kids. "The more you help me, the, even more, chances of Sam coming home." She said, taking more steps into the entryway.
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He shut the door, and tucked his hands into his pockets, following after her.
"Yeah, my mom- she's hanging in there. But they're arguing a lot more now." Jonathan replied, lips forming a little frown as his brows furrowed. His parents started arguing a lot more after his brother went missing, but they have their moments.
"They're at church- they're religious, you see. They say, 'the more we pray, the more chance of Sam coming home.' " Obviously, Jonathan thought that was bullshit.
@specialagent-
specialagent-
The agent slowly walked into the home with several steps. She glanced around at her surrounding before her eyes stopped and focused on a single, more recent family photo that hung on the wall. The missing child was there, smiling. This made her frown knowing that child was scared or dead now.
"Thank you, Jonathon. I know this must be a rough time for you." Sawyer started, turning to the boy. "Where are your parents?"