Reyna Smith
Le sol froid de la cuisine contre ses pieds nus a fait frissonner le corps de Reyna. Le matin, le soleil coulait à travers les stores cassés et brillait sur des tas de boîtes à emporter du restaurant de Nicky. Elle leur donnait des restes depuis quelques mois, mais depuis la mort d'Olivia, Reyna sentait que c'était trop égoïste pour aller mendier à manger quand ils avaient besoin de temps seul. La mère de Reyna aurait pu penser autrement, si elle n'était pas si droguée. C'était la meilleure et la pire chose à propos de Katelyn. Reyna n'avait pas à lui épargner beaucoup de nourriture, mais elle était étonnamment mince, assez pour tourner la tête. La fille a mangé ce qu'il restait de petit et habillé, en passant devant la chambre de sa mère. Elle était toujours grincheuse après une nuit de fusillade.
Reyna a fermé la porte de l'appartement, prenant l'ascenseur qui grincait jusqu'au premier étage et entrant dans le soleil d'été. Bonne journée pour causer des ennuis, elle pensait à elle-même. Alors qu'elle marchait au centre-ville, elle passait à la télé avec les nouvelles sur l'explosion, parlant d'Olivia. Une partie de son temps, sachant qu'elle n'a rien fait pour aider Nicky à la mort de sa fille. Comment un gamin de 14 ans peut-il aider à résoudre un meurtre? C'était une mauvaise idée d'être dehors de toute façon, même en plein jour. Peut-être que si sa mère s'en souciait, elle serait enfermée dans sa chambre, assignée à résidence. Donc, les petites personnes étaient dehors, un seul gars semblait vraiment en train de s'attarder. Il a posé sur un skateboard, les cheveux coincés dans un pain et vapille dans une main. Créateur de problèmes, elle pensait à elle-même. "N'est-ce pas un peu dangereux d'être ici avec l'Alligator qui s'en va?" Elle taquinait le jeune homme comme elle dériveait par lui. Elle s'arrêta pour se tenir au-dessus de lui, bloquant sa vue sur le soleil.
Magdalena Weissburg
Mags se promena dans les bois, laissant les sons des oiseaux et des insectes s'imprégner de son cœur. Elle a apprécié la paix, se laissant oublier tout mal avec la vie: sa maman, l'alligator, son père contrôlant. Le moment a été ruiné quand son téléphone a commencé à vibrer dans sa poche. Elle a froncé, l'a sorti et a regardé l'écran, en envisageant de l'ignorer.
Papa, ça lisait avec une photo de son père et d'elle quand elle était petite. Elle soupirait, sachant qu'il flipperait si elle ne répondait pas.
-- Hé! murmura-t-elle en répondant à l'appel.
"Magdalena, wo bist du?" La voix d'Erik venait de l'autre côté. Elle a roulé les yeux. Il a toujours glissé en allemand quand il s'inquiétait.
"Ich bin, ça va, papa. Elle se promenait dans les bois comme je le fais toujours », l'a-t-elle rassuré.
"Tu sais que c'est une mauvaise idée avec ce meurtrier toujours en ville," il a changé en anglais.
"Il aurait pu quitter la ville déjà, Papa, et il aurait été intelligent de le faire. Je promets d'être en sécurité ici."
Son père soupirait à l'autre bout de la ligne, ce qui signifie qu'il jonglait avec son destin dans sa tête en ce moment. "Très bien. Mais je préférerais que vous restiez là où d'autres personnes peuvent vous voir, ou du moins être avec un ami."
"Très bien, papa. Je vais aller en ville ou traîner avec quelqu'un », conclut Mags. "Ich liebe dich," dit-elle avant de raccrocher. Elle a récupéré le contact de Bailey dans son téléphone.
Tu fais quelque chose aujourd'hui? Elle a pressé l'envoi et a commencé à faire du trekking à l'extérieur des bois.
Magdalena

"Freedom doesn't fly on the wings of a bird. It sits in a cage within me"
▾ Name:
Magdalena Lyric Weissburg, goes by "Mags" a lot
▾ Age:
17
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Too busy caught up in her troubles to really pay attention to anybody
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Regular ear piercings, but she hasn't worn any in years. To represent her love for her opposing heritages, she has the German flag tattooed on her right wrist and the South African flag on her left wrist.

▾ Observant ▾ Stubborn ▾ Protective ▾ Opinionated ▾
▾ Personality:
Mags is rather hard to understand, though she does carry some typical traits of a teenager in a small town. Wants so badly to get out, practices some reckless (and rather illegal) things, smart and promising. She can be shy to those she deems untrustworthy or suspicious, feigning her hesitancy to speak or do as anxiety or uncertainty. In reality, she just doesn't do well with trust. And the murder has done nothing to help, only making her even more selective of who she surrounds herself with. Those who do know her well could tell you that she is intelligent yet quiet still, only speaking when she finds it worth the eftort. She is flexible and willing to listen to other people's ideas, but the majority of the time, in the end, she accepts her own conclusion of the situation. Try to challenge her after she has made up her mind and her horns come out, along with her cold anger
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
She has always loved Harry Potter and reading in general. She really only delves in fiction like fantasy or sci-fi, prefering the lies over the honesty for one part of her life. She enjoys discussing these books and their hidden meanings and developing her own opinion on them. Mags also dabbles in some underage drinking and occasionally smokes some pot
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+being left alone
+free booze
+history
+her mamaw
-Lord of the Rings
-any sport but baseball
-assholes
-Plattdeutsch
▾ Other:
Her mother wanted her first name to be Lyric and her father wanted her first name to be Magdalena, but after her birth, her mom passed out so her dad took advantage of the opportunity and gave her her first name. Bring it up, and her mom will still fight with her husband about it

▾ Biography:
Born to a father from Frankfurt and a mother from Memphis, Nina has grown up with two conflicting cultures in her household. She can speak a little German (to her father's disappointment; he wanted her to be fluent, but her mother was afraid she wouldn't do as well at English) and plans on studying more in college. She moved to Dixie Inn with her parents and maternal grandmother when she was very young; her memories of Memphis are fuzy now, the streets full of people from all places now replaced by farmland occupied by familiar family faces. Her grandmother was very wise and she learned many of her personality traits from her. Her mamaw is slowly developing Alzheimer's now, her mind gradually diminshing. Heart broken by her mamaw's state, she avoids the house as much as possible, favoring the outside, where maybe she can forget about her troubles for a while. The safety and comfort of the outdoors was ruined once the murder came out; now she has to sneak around her parents, their rules becoming more and more strict since the body was found. Mags is afraid, she's not ashamed to admit that. But she's willing to do what it takes to get things done and make the town safe for the ones she loves.


Reyna Summer Smith

"I'm not a problem kid. This town is the fucking problem"
▾ Name:
Reyna Summer Smith
▾ Age:
14
▾ Gender:
Female
▾ Sexuality:
Bi-curious
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
N/A

▾ Intelligent ▾ Challenging ▾ Fierce ▾ Incompatible ▾
▾ Personality:
Reyna was a good kid for a while, but something inside her just snapped. She became vile, angry, spiteful for no good reason. Soon labeled the young delinquent of Dixie Inn, trying to fix her attitude was swept under the carpet in favor of punishing and suppressing her. She's set to become another failure of the American education system, especially because of her bright mind. One of the top ten in her grade, it baffles others how she can cause so much trouble and still have time to keep an 4.0. She doesn't have many friends, considering her destructive tendencies, but she is secretly glad for the murder, for she believes it will help her become closer with others. As much as she pretends she's a lone wolf that doesn't need anybody else, she craves friendship
▾ Hobbies & Interests:
Her main deal as the town's trouble kid is destruction of property. That bitch that tore through all your crops? That was her. That asshole that smashed in your store window? Yep, her too. The dickwad who dented your car door? Don't be surprised. It's always Reyna, and she always denies it
▾ Likes & Dislikes:
+Smashing things
+Lying
+Netflix
+Walking through the woods in the evening
-Being alone
-Drugs (she may have prison in her future, but she doesn't mess with that shit)
-Authority figures
-People with no common sense
Other:
I promise she's got a little kindness inside her heart; you just gotta dig deep

▾ Biography:
Reyna was born to Jack and Katelyn Smith, both born and raised in Dixie Inn as well. Katelyn was the town white trash druggie for a while, but once she had her daughter, she fixed herself up, found herself a job at Nicky's and supported her family. When Reyna was about 8, her mother relapsed, and has been addicted ever since. Jack divorced his wife but failed to take his daughter with him to live in New York; she was forced to stay in a dangerous household because the courts deemed her father "unfit" to raise her, despite the fact that her mother was a renewed addict. Katelyn lost her job at Nicky's, but Reyna and Katelyn didn't hate Nicky for it. They understood. Now living off food stamps and social security, they were barely scraping by. Nobody outside of the family (and Nicky) knew what was going on. Whenever Katelyn would pass out, Reyna couldn't get her to wake up, so she would start breaking things in frustration to try and get her mother's attention. The method didn't work, but it soon leaked into her school life, making destruction a daily habit. She still lives with her mother now, and with their relationship with Nicky, it struck close to home. Even though they had feuds in the past, Reyna has offered to help Nicky however she can, for old time's sake