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@RandomDreamer
so... we gonna mention how Damien, manager of (Dream)ing Of The Disco, just doxxed the entire band or are we not ready for that conversation yet?
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Looking back, I can't believe no one saw it sooner??? Man's has always been sus as hell, why is he still around???
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I have screenshots of the deleted tweet 👀 would be such a shame if I spread them 👀
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Yes We Absolutely Are And We're Also Going To Send All Proof Of It And Other Shit He Has Done To Your Friendly Neighbourhood Clark
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"Clay, please tell me you have CCTV or at least some kind of video security system in your house." Clark rushed out in one breath, gripping Clay's upper arms like a vice. Clay stared at him in confusion and a mild sense of fear.

"Damien made us install cameras at the front and back doors and in the sitting room. They should still be there." Vincent supplied once it ways obvious that Clay wasn't going to answer - he had probably forgotten anyways.

"Oh thank the Lord, okay." Clark let go of Clay's arms, the man stumbling back slightly, and rounded on George instead. "George, we're going to need your coding skills." He poked a finger into George's chest.

"For what?" George questioned, sharing Clay's sense of fear.

"Knowing little D, the camera's are remote access and will be wired to his phone - muffin never lets go of it if he can help it. Geo will get you access to the cameras no problem, but you need to ensure Damien won't be able to regain access or lock you out once he realises you're in, we'll need the recording from the moment he arrives to the moment he leaves, think you can do that?" George stared between Clark and Geo for a few long moments.

"What the fuck? No! This isn't some kind of action movie! I code minecraft plug-ins, not security systems!" He eventually shrieked, ignoring Darryl's murmured 'language'. "Why do we need access to the cameras?" Before anyone had the chance to answer, George began again. "Why are there even cameras in the first place?"

"You remember when I came to visit and people found my hotel room?" Clay asked by way of answer, placing a hand on the base of George's back. George huffed, leaning into Clay's palm.

"Please George, even if it's just adding a false defence to buy me more time, I'll need it." Clark pleaded, well aware that Damien would likely be here any moment.

"Why can't Geo? You said he'd get me in, why can't he keep Damien out?" George countered, desperate not to be the one to let them down.

"I never properly studied computer science like you have, everything I know is self taught. I learnt to break things, not make them stronger." Geo explained calmly, attempting to dampen the panicked sparks in the atmosphere.

Clay pushed his arm to curl further around George as they both wondered how in the hell they'd ever gotten themselves in such a situation. "I can try." George finally breathed, wanting nothing more than to just get them out to a place they'd be safe.

"That's all I need." Clark reassured, turning to the rest of the band. "Is there anywhere you could go nearby that Damien wouldn't think of checking. In the house would be great but I can work with further."

"The garage?" Darryl suggested nervously and Clark nodded.

"Perfect. I want you all in the garage and watching the cameras," Clark made sure to address everyone in the room, doing an awkward half pirouette, for once glad that Mrs Bosko was not with them. "Except you two." Clark pointed to Darryl and Keres. "I want you two working through the evidence we have now - especially what Mrs Bosko sent - for everything that could or does violate the law. I collected some more so I'll send that too."

"Why us?" Keres asked nervously.

"You two know manipulation better than the rest do, it'll be easier for you to see the signs in what we've found. You can have others join you as well if you want." He explained carefully, glancing at an antsy Zak. "And I'd rather not have you two see what might happen."

"Clark." Ophelia's voice was low with warning. "What are you going to do during all this?" Clark smirked something dark and devilish.

"I'm going to have the time of my life."

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Idiot 1
Megs my dear
12:22pm

gang sign
I told you it's mega
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Idiot 1
and I told you it's megs until you grow taller than 5 foot :)
12:23pm

gang sign
Shut up.
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Idiot 1
N e ways!
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you remember our dealio
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if I die then you have to look after my friends and vice versa sort of sound?
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gang sign
I swear to God Clark, if this is how you tell me you're dying, I'll kill you
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Idiot 1
just thought I'd warn you <333
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gang sign
I'm telling Keres
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You better survive this, for your sake
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"Dar, calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down?! I can't calm down!" Darryl cried quietly, pacing in small circles. "Clark is out there alone with Damien, he hasn't told us a thing of what he's planning and I'm not even allowed to watch the cameras! What if something bad happens?"

"Then one of us will go out and help him." Vincent reasoned.

"But he said not to leave here until he gives the signal." Nick reminded, hand at Vincent's elbow.

"You think we're going to listen? That's coming from the guy who threw himself off of a bridge for some leftover crisps." Vincent countered.

"No, we need to listen to him." Jethro interrupted, possibly for the first time today - bar the few words he'd said to George. "He doesn't look it but he knows what he's doing, especially with this. Just trust him."

"I hate to say it but our chance to stop him is long gone. We have to trust him and do as he says, interrupting could make things worse." Ophelia added, looking less than pleased to be right.

"Dar, he'll be fine. George, Clay, Vin, Nick, Jethro and Geo are all already watching the cameras, they won't let anything happen. The best way you can help Clark now is by looking through what he sent with me, Keres and Ophelia." Zak gently took Darryl's hands and pulled him down to sit.

Darryl sighed, eyebrows pinched and lip pulled between his teeth, and leant into Zak's side wordlessly.

Blind trust is never pleasant, but it's all they had right now.

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@ClarkNotKent
My name is Ashton Clark Bèste, son of late Abigail Tanzer and Damien Morgan Bèste. If anything happens to me, look to my father first.
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Clark what the fuck? If this is a joke, it's not funny.
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THATS YOU IN THE PHOTO HOLY SHIT WHATS GOING ON
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Clark I am about to call the police if you don't tell us what the fuck is happening
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"Where are they?"

Clark allowed himself to slip into an easy, lazy smile, draped over the couch. "You're too late, father dearest. Parties over." He drawled, popping another cherry between his teeth, eyes closed and legs swinging over the arm of the couch.

He heard the sound of Damien's likely polished shoes as he approached, casting Clark with a dark shadow, and felt the corner of his lips twitch. "Contrary to your belief, I'm not stupid. Their cars are parked on the street."

Clark let one eye pry open, looking up at Damien's unimpressed expression. "You and I both know that cars are just for show." He smiled as Damien grimaced, letting his eye slip closed again.

Three

Two

One

Damien fisted the front of Clark's shirt, dragging him up off the couch harshly. "I don't have time for your disrespect, bitch, where are they?" Clark let his head loll lazily before smirking at Damien through near-lidded eyes.

"You're so predictable." Clark said in place of a response, keeping his body limp and reaching instead for another cherry. He placed it between his teeth and bit, giggling at the way some juice hit Damien's face.

Damien dropped him with a growl, using his handkerchief to wipe his face. "Are you drunk or something?" He hissed and Clark simply giggled again, shifting to sit up and stretch.

"Or something." He answered, brushing past Damien with a nonchalant ease.

"What price have they paid to gain this loyalty from you?" Damien inquired slowly in an almost impressed tone. For a short moment, back to Damien, Clark let his facade fall into an expression of pained acceptance.

"A price you could never afford."

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