Two days ago, a terrible thing happened at William McKinley High School. A group of citizens from Lima, Ohio, were part of a terrorist organization and stormed the halls with guns. Many were injured, many killed, and the students of that school will always remember the fear that ripped through their hearts as they heard the cries of their classmates, the begging, and then the gun shots that followed soon afterwards.
The shooters either ended their own lives or were unlucky enough to get caught by police before they could turn their guns onto themselves.
The school is taking a break, allowing their students some time. No one wants to visit that place, no one wants to relive what they went through. As for the students of McKinley high's Glee club, they will never be the same, especially after each of them either witnessed or heard one of their own be killed.
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Name: Livi
Age: 18
Timezone: GMT
Activity Level: Everyday (:
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Character: Rachel Berry
Ships: Finchel (otp)
PTSD?: Yes, Rachel suffers from insomnia due to the nightmares she has from the event. She can’t go back into the choir room, she feels that area is no longer safe and suffers flashbacks when she walks in the hallway that leads to it. Her social life has taken a turn for the worst, and she often finds herself numbing her pain with any form of alcohol she can find.
Para Sample: Rachel was broken, upset and alone. Her dads have left her, Finn left her and she almost did the stupidest thing she could possibly ever do. She would never actually go through with the abortion because even though this situation sucked she did want to have this baby with Finn. She didn’t even realize how much she wanted this until she was in that clinic and waiting in the waiting room. She couldn’t go through with it, nor would she ever even want to kill their baby. Just the very thought of that made her sick to her stomach. She couldn’t believe that she would actually stoop down to that level. Her eyelids were starting to feel heavier and heavier as she continued to drive down the highway. What the hell was she thinking driving all the way to Columbus when she was already exhausted? This was by far her dumbest idea ever. While she was driving back to Lima, she was also texting Finn, and was at a loss on what they were going to do. He said that he thought they should have a night apart and she agreed, even though it killed her knowing she would be sleeping alone. She was thirty minutes away from Lima, and she had to stop thinking of herself. This was about Finn and how she was hurting and effecting him. Rachel felt more tears falling down her face and before she knew it, she was full on crying again.
Thirty minutes, she could do this. Without even realizing it, Rachel almost drove into oncoming traffic, and that’s when she realized she needed to get to Finn’s house and stat. His house was closer then her’s and the quicker she got off of the road the better. Thirty minutes later she was pulling up into his driveway, and then knocking on his front door. When he opened the door she sighed, seeing how tired and upset he looked. “I know I agreed to having a night away from one another, but I almost crashed the car from exhaustion. I’m too tired to drive and I can’t make it home.” She said quietly, looking up at him for a brief moment before looking back down at the ground. “I mean I could try and drive back home, if that’s what you think I should do.”
Everything about this didn’t feel right, it felt awkward and unnatural. She had no idea if Finn even wanted to talk to her; but she had to stop at his house for the night. If she continues to drive, she could get into a car wreck. Rachel couldn’t believe how fast this whole situation took a turn for the worst. She expected it to go badly because let’s face it; no one wants to hear that your girlfriend planned on getting pregnant to help out one of her friends. What she didn’t expect was to get driven to the point where she actually wanted to get rid of their baby. She knew it was a selfish decision because she didn’t even consider Finn’s point of view or how he would feel about it. The decision to leave Lima for awhile was something that just popped into her head after Finn left her house earlier. She couldn’t deal with him being mad at her and not wanting to talk with her, on top of everything else that was going on. Her phone went off signaling she had a text and she froze when she saw it was from Santana. The one person whom she did not want to talk too right now was texting her and telling her how she regrets ever becoming her friend and to not talk to her anymore. It took every ounce of willpower that Rachel had not to send something she would regret later on. The truth was whether the girls wanted to admit it or not all of them were to blame for this. It was Santana’s idea and all of them agreed to it. No one was more to blame then the other, but the amount of guilt that Rachel was feeling right now with what Santana was saying, she couldn’t help but feel like this was all her fault.
Yes the boys would have found out eventually, but things were just starting to look up for all of them after finding out they would be parents. Now, everything was so much different and she wasn’t sure if it could be fixed or not. The dead silence between the two of them was heart breaking. She could tell that Finn was still very angry with her and probably more so after her decision to skip town without telling him first. She hated this. All of this stress and tension was not good for them or the baby. The drive back to Rachel’s house felt like an eternity, and when they finally pulled up into her driveway she sat their in the passenger’s seat. Her legs resting on the edge of the seat unable to move. “T-thank you,” she choked out unable to make eye contact with him for fear of falling apart completely. Rachel reached for the handle of the door and grabbed it, pushing it open. Once she was outside of the truck, she closed the door and looked up at Finn one more time before turning on her heel and entering her house. It wasn’t until she entered that she realized she left her jacket in his truck and she turned around to walk back outside and grab it. Luckily Finn was still there and she wondered what he was still doing there but didn’t ask him as she opened the door and grabbed her jacket. Instead of leaving, she climbed back into the truck and closed the door behind her. Rachel had no idea what she was doing, all she knew was that she had to have Finn talk to her. Anything he said to her would be a small indication on how he felt right now. “P-please say something,” she begged her eyes pleading with his. He probably wasn’t going to say much, but it didn’t matter as long as he said something. She would know that they would be able to get through this.
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Two days ago, a terrible thing happened at William McKinley High School. A group of citizens from Lima, Ohio, were part of a terrorist organization and stormed the halls with guns. Many were injured, many killed, and the students of that school will always remember the fear that ripped through their hearts as they heard the cries of their classmates, the begging, and then the gun shots that followed soon afterwards.
The shooters either ended their own lives or were unlucky enough to get caught by police before they could turn their guns onto themselves.
The school is taking a break, allowing their students some time. No one wants to visit that place, no one wants to relive what they went through. As for the students of McKinley high’s Glee club, they will never be the same, especially after each of them either witnessed or heard one of their own be killed.
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Name: Lyss
Age: 22
Timezone: EST
Activity Level: 8.5-9 (weekdays) 7-9 (weekends)
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Character: Finn Hudson
Ships: Finchel
PTSD?: Yes. Symptoms: Irritability/anger, self-destructive behavior (Drinking/Drugs), Flashbacks
Para Sample: It had been a strange few days for Finn. He’d made love to Rachel and the difference between that and a normal fuck, terrified him. She was his best friend, and he’d never felt so close to her as he had then. He’d thought it was just because she was his best friend, but he’d called her ‘baby’ as they made love. He’d never used that term of endearment with anyone else before and now he found himself unable to call her ‘Roo’. He’d been calling her ‘Roo’ for years, to keep himself from seeing that she could be something more to him and now he couldn’t get the word out of his mouth.
He knew that going to the pool hall was a bad idea, that he was going to end up getting drunk as he played 8-ball with Sam but he didn’t care. Rachel was pissed at him and not talking to him because he’d gone and fucked Viola. The chick was hot and a good lay, but fucking her hadn’t been anything like making love to Rachel and that knowledge only scared him more. And he couldn’t even talk about it because Rachel was the only one who would understand but she was upset—even though she didn’t have the right to be since they hadn’t talked about what making love meant for them…and he wasn’t sure what it meant. All he knew was that he felt more connected to Rachel than ever.
He looked up when he felt her approaching and despite the look on her face he couldn’t help but grin. She was so beautiful…even when she was angry and disappointed in him. “Rach!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her in a huge hug. He wanted to kiss her but he knew that she’d only push him away. “Nofin woulda happen. Sammammy boy is here. He no drinky drink.”
Two days ago, a terrible thing happened at William McKinley High School. A group of citizens from Lima, Ohio, were part of a terrorist organization and stormed the halls with guns. Many were injured, many killed, and the students of that school will always remember the fear that ripped through their hearts as they heard the cries of their classmates, the begging, and then the gun shots that followed soon afterwards.
The shooters either ended their own lives or were unlucky enough to get caught by police before they could turn their guns onto themselves.
The school is taking a break, allowing their students some time. No one wants to visit that place, no one wants to relive what they went through. As for the students of McKinley high’s Glee club, they will never be the same, especially after each of them either witnessed or heard one of their own be killed.
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Endgame ships: Klaine, Brittana, Finchel, Quick, Wemma.
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Two days ago, a terrible thing happened at William McKinley High School. A group of citizens from Lima, Ohio, were part of a terrorist organization and stormed the halls with guns. Many were injured, many killed, and the students of that school will always remember the fear that ripped through their hearts as they heard the cries of their classmates, the begging, and then the gun shots that followed soon afterwards.
The shooters either ended their own lives or were unlucky enough to get caught by police before they could turn their guns onto themselves.
The school is taking a break, allowing their students some time. No one wants to visit that place, no one wants to relive what they went through. As for the students of McKinley high’s Glee club, they will never be the same, especially after each of them either witnessed or heard one of their own be killed.
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Endgame ships: Klaine, Brittana, Finchel, Quick, Wemma.
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Two days ago, a terrible thing happened at William McKinley High School. A group of citizens from Lima, Ohio, were part of a terrorist organization and stormed the halls with guns. Many were injured, many killed, and the students of that school will always remember the fear that ripped through their hearts as they heard the cries of their classmates, the begging, and then the gun shots that followed soon afterwards.
The shooters either ended their own lives or were unlucky enough to get caught by police before they could turn their guns onto themselves.
The school is taking a break, allowing their students some time. No one wants to visit that place, no one wants to relive what they went through. As for the students of McKinley high’s Glee club, they will never be the same, especially after each of them either witnessed or heard one of their own be killed.
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Endgame ships: Klaine, Brittana, Finchel, Quick, Wemma.
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Two days ago, a terrible thing happened at William McKinley High School. A group of citizens from Lima, Ohio, were part of a terrorist organization and stormed the halls with guns. Many were injured, many killed, and the students of that school will always remember the fear that ripped through their hearts as they heard the cries of their classmates, the begging, and then the gun shots that followed soon afterwards.
The shooters either ended their own lives or were unlucky enough to get caught by police before they could turn their guns onto themselves.
The school is taking a break, allowing their students some time. No one wants to visit that place, no one wants to relive what they went through. As for the students of McKinley high’s Glee club, they will never be the same, especially after each of them either witnessed or heard one of their own be killed.
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