On a cold January 12, a group of Lakewood sophomores got together in a small shack -- their last few days before school started. The group enjoyed themselves with drinks and secrets. Of course the ringleader of the group was Jennifer Rose; the plain, average, mediocre Jennifer Rose. Unlike her two other female friends she wasn't extraordinary or athletic as them, but she had them on the palm of her hands, but she would never take advantage of them, never. She loved her friends. She would never hurt her friends. Then again nobody is truly kind hearted. Jennifer Rose was the gossip around school because of her strange presence. She was hated by the other girls in the other cliques and talked harshly. Luckily they never laid a hand on Jennifer. She was safe from any physically bullying. Alas the sounds of negative comments got to her and there goes her kindness. The bullying got to Jennifer, so she decided to mess with the pretty girls. She played stupid pranks and got blamed for them by the girls. The gossiping became stronger and so did Jennifer's malicious nature. They could be the reason for her death. Into her life her parents were good people and her annoying little brother never messed with her personal life. You could say it was the perfect family. However her little brother, Matthew Rose, was as cold and callous as she was to the bullies. He played many pranks on her but nothing too serious. They were silly pranks that would annoy her to the point where she would threaten her brother with a pair of scissors. But this never affected her friendships with her friends. A strange pattern, isn't it? Everything all wrong in her life yet, it would never affect how she acts around her friends. During the night of the small get together while everybody was drunk out of their mind Jennifer Rose snuck out of the group outside. The cold wind blew her dark brunette hair at her face. Before she knew it she was on the ground slowly losing conscience. Soft lips were pressed against her cold cheek, only one teardrop to be shed. She looked straight ahead at the cold flowers growing. Blood slowly gushed out of her head; her eyes stared deeply into the flowers. Before she lost herself she pulled her body staring into the sky. There the body of Jennifer Rose rests. Next morning the first to see the lovely body was the lover, next the Spartan, third the beauty, fourth the philosopher, and lastly the rebel. The hodgepodge of shocked looks, confusion, and fear filled the eerie mood. The cops came only an hour later and took her body into investigation. Her skin was cut deeply allowing all the blood to flow out easily from her head. The cops declared to investigate the crime. Meanwhile two weeks after her death a funeral was made for Jennifer. Many came, many regretted what they did, and many sat watching the funeral discombobulated. The group of friends lost their ringleader, the commander, the glue that kept them together. Because of this the group went their separate ways. Only a few kept contact with each other. A few more months later the police decided to give up on the case. It was helpless. There was no witness' to speak up. The group was too drunk out of their mind to pay attention to their surroundings. No marks left, no footprints, nothing. The police declared the case an accident. Maybe the girl fell on ice, fainted due to all the alcohol, or something. Was there even a killer? Present The week before the end of the third quarter entering spring break the group of friends have now scattered around no longer the group they were in the past. Before they could forget about their deceased friend a text message was sent. The text that was sent from they're supposedly dead friend, Text: Find the killer. Of course they thought it was a stupid joke and went on with their life. Until strange activities begins to happen -- missing items, strange sounds, vivid dreams, hallucinations, and more texts. Things were strange. One by one they started to freak out. They ran right to each other wanting answers but none of them had any. Was Jennifer still here? Was it not an accident? Was it someone they knew? The mystery begins. The Files Role-play Information Rules Roles The Starter GM: @Rambunctious | Spots: 5 | NPCs: Unlimited | Rating: PG-16 | Tone: Serious General Rules; All Iwaku rules imply. Power-play; This is not allowed. I will not tolerate for such unjust manners. Your OC is your OC her/his OC is her/his OC. Realistic Expectations; This role-play is based off of modern day life with a paranormal twist. Despite the twist your characters will be human, act human, and will have the same physical attributes as a human. Images; Realistic images. If you're having trouble, click here. Posts; +2 Paragraphs per-post. One post each two days. Cyber-bullying; Treat others with respect and do not leave one another out. The Lover: Ash Michael Courtland | Played by: @Valaris The Spartan: Elliot Faye Crow | Played by: @C r o m i c a l The Beauty: Lilianna Aria Matthews | Played by: @Casanova Del la Rosa The Philosopher: (Reserved) | Played by: @Jerelin The Rebel: Raiden J. (Jacob) Martin | Played by: @Rambunctious Each role has a specific relationship with Jennifer Rose, which you are all free to make up for yourself. But before you do, please let other role-players know. I don't want the history with Jennifer Rose intertwined with other histories and into a convoluted knot. It has been past five weeks since the paranormal activity has begun. The numerous of texts from a familiar number, the missing items, and strange vivid dreams of Jennifer Rose. The group of friends have all contacted each other and knew that it wasn't just one of them, it was all of them. Once they all knew they were all being targeted they decided to meet up at the shack. The same shack that Jennifer Rose died.