You couldn’t remember the last
time you’d felt this depressed. It’d been a couple months since you’d seen
Harry. He was away filming Dunkirk in France and you’re stuck in London. He
called or FaceTimed you whenever he could, but it wasn’t enough. It was nice to
see his face and hear his voice, but nothing could compare to him being right
next to you. You missed his smell, his warmth, and the way you felt right at
home in his arms.
The past couple of months all you
did was go to work and come home only to sit in front of the television while
eating your feelings away. You’d talked to a couple of your friends, but they
didn’t understand what it’s like to not be able to see your boyfriend whenever
You were lying on the couch when
you heard banging on the door. You slowly pushed yourself up and drug your feet
to the door. When you opened it you were surprised to see Louis, Niall, and
Liam standing there with food and some movies to watch. “Ello, love. We came to
cheer you up. We know you’ve been feeling down lately. Are you just gonna stand
there or are you gonna let us in?” Louis said with a smile on his face.
“Uh,yeah come on in. Why didn’t
you tell me you were coming? I would have at least gotten dressed.”
“If we’d told yeh, you wouldn’t
have let us come,” Niall said with a smirk.
Mr Jefferson - I bet you never even guessed it was me ….
Max - Hell no ! ‘SCREAM OF ULTIMATE RAGE’
‘pushes through the drugs and rewinds to the beginning of the game”
Mr Jefferson - Now Max, since you’ve captured our interest and
Max - FUCK YOU MR. JEFFERSON !
Victoria - It looks like she’s finally lost it. Sad face
Max - Screw you Victoria, I know you like me ‘walks over and kisses Victoria’
‘Victoria blushes and looks down at her feet, twiddling her thumbs’’
‘Max breaks out her cell phone’
Mr Jefferson - ‘notices cell phone’ Max, put that away
Max - Shush. Hey Chloe. It’s Max, I’m going to text you an address of some old barn. Meet me there NOW. No I don’t care if you need to see Nathan. I need to show you something, so make sure you bring the step-douche, and a few guns ‘hangs up’
Mr Jefferson - Max, I don’t know what’s going on here, but if you don’t sit down right now…
Max- You dirty old hipster murderer, you’re going to get in so much trouble
‘walks towards door’
Max - Victoria, Kate. You’re both my girlfriends now. Let’s go
Victoria - Yes Max ^^
Kate - ‘gets up looking really confused’
Mr. Jefferson - What in the WORLD is going on …..
‘Cops walk Mr Jefferson and Nathan to separate cop cars’
Mr Jefferson - This is impossible, that vault was so well hidden !. HOW DID YOU KNOW !
Nathan - ‘screams incoherently about feminazi’s’
Chloe - Wow Max, you sure know how to make an entrance. Not only did you take down that murderous sack of shit, but you also managed to save my Rachel =)
‘Rachel steps forward’
Rachel - Thanks for that by the way
Victoria - Seriously though, how did you know ?
Max - I guess ‘puts on sunglasses’ I had too much time on my hands
This is just my explanations for all my Modern Olympian Greek God aesthetics series. The concepts I had in mind while making it, and the story behind each one. If you haven’t seen it, the link is HERE.
A man who accomplished all that he had done merely for being exceedingly charming. Dionysus is an investor of hedonism. If it makes you drunk, stoned, dance, or horny, Dionysus has his hands in it. He owns several dance clubs, and rave venues across the nation, as well as has his own line of hard liquor and elite wines. On the downlow, he is also a drug lord. Pushing everything from weed to ecstasy; the only thing he won’t touch are prescription pills. He has homes in many countries, but his favourite is his mansion in Miami. A gorgeous luxury beach home where he hosts many Gatzby-level parties almost every weekend. Dionysus is a little person, and one of the more successful of Zeus’ bastards. Despite his birth, Dionysus had built a huge following for simply doing what he loves: partying.
One of the most driven of Zeus’ daughters, Athena had reached her position with little help from her father. Started as a traffic cop, Athena rose up the ranks in a considerable short period of time for someone as young as her. She went into homicide, detective, and then found herself as an FBI agent. However, she did not stop there, as her talents and ambition earned her a high ranking level in the CIA. Athena is an unstoppable force and an immoveable object; she is intelligent and lethal. Only briefly had she thought about joining her brother, Ares, in Military, but thought better since her talents suited something more political and sophisticated. Still young, it is only a few short years before she is running the entire show in the CIA headquarters. More often than not, Ares and Athena butt heads like rams on who is more badass. Athena usually wins.
Apollo has many talents, though he is mostly known for his music. He became a famous musician quite quickly, and soon after his artwork thrived as well. In almost every medium of art, whether it was music, painting, sculpting, or theatre, Apollo is good at it. What he is also good at is falling in love. He can’t help it, when he sees something beautiful, his heart gives in. They become his muse, and he obsesses over it until the next beautiful thing walks by him and steals his heart as well. His heart is nondiscriminatory; he will fall in love with any beautiful soul or face regardless of gender identity or sexual preference. He will write songs about them, paint a picture, or write poems, etc. It is plainly that Apollo wears his heart on his sleeve. Because of his charm and his beautiful talents, Apollo has many fans, and many vying for his affections. There are some, though, that dont always fall for him, and it sometimes…doesn’t end pleasantly. A few revenge songs here or there happen quite often. Apollo is very friendly and keeps his friends close, but his strongest friendship is with his twin sister, Artemis, who is the very opposite to him. While he is the sun; shines brightly and demands attention, Artemis is the moon; distant and mysterious, and sometimes disappears for a day.
Artemis is a completely independent woman. Also, the complete opposite of her twin brother, Apollo. She doesn’t open her heart so easily; the last time she did that, she got her heart broken. Therefore, romance isn’t something she is interested in, and being an Asexual, neither is sex. Artemis focuses on things that make her happy, which is taking care of wildlife. She volunteers at shelters and rescue centres, and does her best to defend urban animals in the city where they are often treated like vermin. Artemis has taken many strays in her time, and nursed them back to health and returned them back into the wild. Artemis prefers to be alone, though she has a close knit small group of friends that support her and her life choices. In fact, they practically live with her. She actually doesn’t have a standard job; she isn’t a fan of conforming, and picks up jobs for quick cash, but ultimately, she isn’t one to live for materialism. Artemis wouldn’t consider herself ‘homeless’, but she has couch-hoped, and slept in subways before. But, she is happy because she is doing what she loves, which is being the silent guardian of animals. And if you are ever caught abusing any of them, she will probably have her dog castrate you. Artemis prefers animals and nature overall more than people. Being an activist, she attends many rallies, many of them for environment issues, and for animal rights. The environment is a big one, and one of the ways she makes money is by picking up cans and bottles and selling them for pocket change. She would also fight you if you litter in front of her, so…. don’t. Additionally, Artemis is a fierce feminist, and will defend the virtue and honour of women if she saw injustice in front of her. If she had a computer and internet access, she would have a tumblr, let’s be honest.
This seasoned traveller is easily likeable, and knows many people thanks to his job. While he does live primarily in Vegas, and spends a lot of time being lucky in casinos, Hermes’ primary job is a courier. This is how he gets to travel so often and at such a cheap rate. Though he wasn’t always a courier… He had less socially acceptable careers, such as a thief. A thief who had a massive gambling debt that he owed the Mob Boss, Hades, and in order to pay it, he stole some money from his friend Apollo. Though all was forgiven after he repaid everyone (and let’s be honest, his “luck” at the casino isn’t luck at all). Even if Hermes has a tendency for trickery and most people wouldn’t trust him with their credit cards, it’s hard to hate him, because he does keep his allies and friends close. He knows how to pull strings to bring opportunities to his friends and family, and anyone willing to pay him. Especially since he has traveled all over the world, he’s met many people from different backgrounds and different talents. Hermes’ primary client in his courier career is Zeus, where he hand delivers important papers, packages, etc, to certain people that he doesn’t want to risk using the mail for.
Ares did not follow his father in business or politics. He was a difficult child to raise, even Hera’s coddling did not soften his edges. In school, an all boy’s school, he got into so many fights that he got expelled more than three times until they decided to send him to military school. That was the beginning of Ares’ career. It turned out the military life suited him perfectly… Probably not the best idea to allow him near fire arms, but it turned out he is very good with them. He still got into trouble; his easily triggered anger would get him into fist fights that would end up in broken noses and bruised eyes. However, with his father’s name, and his natural talents in warfare, his rank rose to Master Gunnery Sergeant after a few years. Though he shows promise to raise to higher ranks, his youth and his hot-headedness has been keeping him where he is. Besides, he works better on the floor than he does with political-side of the military with the lieutenants and generals. More often than not, him and his half sister, Athena, always butt heads on who are better, the CIA or the Military. They also often find themselves on opposite ends of every argument. Ares’ always comes off more emotional and Athena more logical, so it is no wonder than his older sister wins every argument.
next up: Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Persephone, Hebe, Eros, and Pan
“Please, I am literally begging you,” I say, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look as he slides the IV into my arm.
The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, the drugs will be administered in quick succession. Unconsciousness will occur in roughly thirty seconds, and death soon after that,” he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. “Any final words?”
“Just, again, I beg you not to do this,” I say.
The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience.
That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself, others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg.
I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, their faces exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling beside their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun.
Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly.
“Please, I am literally begging you,” I say, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look as he slides the IV into my arm. The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, the drugs will be administered in quick succession. Unconsciousness will occur in roughly thirty seconds, and death soon after that,” he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. “Any final words?” “Just, again, I beg you not to do this,” I say. The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience. That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself, others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg. I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, their faces exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling beside their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun. Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly.
Stiles is tipping back in a rickety old chair, his foot propped up on the table for support. The pad of his thumb swipes over his tongue, dampening the skin so he can flip through the wad of cash in his hand.
“Dude, are you kidding me? This is only two thousand! Those fucking bags were worth at least three! God fu–” he’s not even fuming, just irritated some. Not like anyone is listening to him right now anyways. The grand isn’t that big of a deal - he can make that shit up in no time. It’s just the point of it. He can’t have idiots pushing his drugs and messing with his hard earned money.
Beacon Hills is small enough, he’s got a monopoly in the heroin and marijuana game. Basically, he’s a drug lord on top of the world right now. His pockets and belly are always full, his wants nonexistent and his sex life? Okay. Maybe that could use some work. But still.
“Listen up you tools,” Stiles groans, his fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose, “if you can’t do math you’re out. Comprende?” All he receives is a bunch of blank stares. For the love of…He needs new staff.
He’s so over it today. He needs a break from these freaking idiots. Stiles pockets some loose cash and snags his keys from the counter. He needs good food and a bucket of coffee to get through the rest of the day.
Ok first of all, there are billions of spoilers below.
Who is Kate Marsh? In this game, nothing is black and white. (Which is ironic, really).
Jefferson isn’t the guy we think he is. Everyone worships him and he rejects Victoria’s advances, making him appear innocent, when he almost certainly isn’t.
David Madsen comes across as a bad guy because of the aggresive first encounter and all of his photos, but he probably isn’t. If anything, he’s trying to piece things together just like Max.
Frank Bowers is made out to be a creep - his appearance and the fact he’s a drug dealer pushing the player to believe this, but when you delve deeper, he loves Rachel and wants to find her.
Similarly, Victoria comes across as cruel and evil, but then shows a softer, vulnerable side at the Vortex party and when Max searches her room.
Likewise Nathan, initially seen as evil because of the gun and the bondage photos, not to mention the way he talks to Max, is then shown to probably be more innocent than we originally think. This is evident when he mistakes Max for Rachel.
So lets get back to Kate.
Kate is portrayed as virginal, innocent, yet there is so much evidence to the contrary, if you’re willing to look for it. For example, in episode 2 Kate tells Jefferson “I’m not important to you anymore” which suggests a relationship that is more than just student and teacher. We also know that David Madsen is photographing her. When Max calls him out on it, he says there’s “A lot of stuff going down at Blackwell” suggesting Kate is a part of this. Why is this brushed off? If he were photographing Nathan Prescott would we be so quick to judge him? On his computer he has photos of Rachel with Frank. Why? Because he uses them to prove to Principal Wells that Rachel is a drug mule. Him and Nathan are reported to tell Principal Wells of their concerns regarding Rachel in this aspect, and all evidence suggests they are right. David used that evidence to try and help Rachel, so we could assume he might have been doing the same for Kate. (I could spend ages talking about Rachel, but for now, back to Kate.)
After Kate’s suicide attempt you catch Jefferson with Victoria. When Victoria claims to have been close to Kate, Jefferson replies with “Katie…? I didn’t know you were close”. No one else refers to her as Katie. Why not? Why only Jefferson?
Later on in episode 3 you get to search Frank Bower’s RV. On the wall there is graffiti. “Katie” is written on the wall with a tally totaling 6. Why? If Katie/Kate is as innocent as she makes out, why is her name (pseudo name) in Frank’s RV?
Later on, when you get Frank’s client list, Katie is in there too. Her code dog name is a Chihuahua (more about what this means later). In the log book he keeps, on 10/01 at 11:30am the Chihuahua meets him at the gas station and buys $120 of some sort of blue acid. Then again on 10/03 at 6:20pm at the gas station for ¼ oz of green dream costing $140. Then again at 10/06 at 11:30am the Chihuahua meets him again on the beach for 1oz of wild boys weed costing $300.
Now, the vortex club party that Kate attended was on 10/04. She buys drugs the night before. David Madsen’s file even records Kate and Dana discussing party supplies for the Vortex club party.
It’s also worth mentioning here that Kate did want to go to the Vortex club party. Whilst that isn’t in itself a terrible thing, it suggests there is another side to her. Why else would she go? Who invited her? Evidence suggests she was allowed into the VIP section as she is photographed there with Victoria. She also admitted to drinking, even if she didn’t drink a lot.
In Kate’s locker is a bus ticket to Portland for 10/02. A day after she buys acid from Frank and 2 days before the Vortex club party, but, presumably, she doesn’t go. Why? what stops her?
Kate looks pale. She looks drugged, frankly, in a lot of the game. We ignore it, because she seems so innocent, so friendly.
In Max’s diary she states that Kate treats Jefferson like “An apostle”. I don’t know what this means except for perhaps she worships him.
Nathan tells the Principal that he was surprised by Kate’s double life. We, naturally don’t believe him because he sounds like an asshole and because Kate tells us it was Nathan who offered to take her to the emergency room. Because Kate can’t remember or won’t tell us anything else we assume the worst on Nathan’s part. When we confront Nathan about it in the diner, he tells us “we’re stupid”. He’s not worried, he’s not caught out. He knows something else, but because our mission is about getting into Frank’s RV we don’t question him any further.
Now, back to Katie as the Chihuahua dog.
“Fun loving and busy, Chihuahuas like nothing better than to be close to their people. They follow them everywhere in the house and ride along in tote bags when their people run errands or go shopping. It’s not unusual for Chihuahuas to form a close bond with a single person, and they can become very demanding if they’re overindulged.”
While they are extremely affectionate they are also incredibly smart and may even be affectionately known as manipulative. They are territorial, yet fragile and cute to look at.
Kate’s “I’m not important to you anymore” Jefferson the apostle. Maybe she became over attached?
I’m not saying Kate is evil. Far from it. The games creators told us the ending would be more ‘Shade of grey’. For a game focused so heavily on black and white photography I think this is a huge hint that the characters themselves are neither good nor bad but often floating somewhere in the middle.
Fuck it, what better time to throw out a Harry Potter quote
“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”
Anyway, back to Kate.
Kate is probably the most elusive of all. There’s got to be more about her yet to come. I’m sure of it.