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LOCATIONĀ :Ā redstoneĀ bar
STATUSĀ :Ā openĀ toĀ everyone!
Ā NIGHTSĀ ATĀ REDSTONEĀ wereĀ rarelyĀ dullĀ andĀ tonightĀ wasĀ noĀ exception.Ā withĀ aĀ goodĀ hourĀ stillĀ leftĀ beforeĀ closing,Ā joeyĀ has alreadyĀ hadĀ toĀ throwĀ aĀ handfulĀ ofĀ peopleĀ out.Ā everyoneĀ wasĀ onĀ edge.Ā theĀ newsĀ ofĀ kirby'sĀ deathĀ seemedĀ toĀ haveĀ litĀ aĀ fireĀ underĀ theĀ town,Ā sparkingĀ aĀ desperateĀ needĀ toĀ escapeĀ theĀ so-calledĀ ādeadcreekĀ curseāĀ thatĀ hasĀ fallenĀ onĀ themĀ again.Ā wasĀ itĀ griefĀ theĀ townĀ wasĀ feeling?Ā fear?Ā whateverĀ itĀ was,Ā itĀ wasĀ makingĀ everyoneĀ actĀ likeĀ idiotsāandĀ itĀ wasĀ startingĀ toĀ pissĀ joeyĀ off.
āiĀ needĀ aĀ shot.āĀ sheĀ announces,Ā pushingĀ herselfĀ offĀ theĀ counterĀ andĀ turningĀ towardsĀ aĀ stackĀ ofĀ freshlyĀ cleanedĀ glasses.Ā sheĀ picksĀ oneĀ up,Ā pauses,Ā thenĀ glancesĀ overĀ atĀ theĀ figureĀ onĀ theĀ otherĀ sideĀ ofĀ theĀ bar.Ā "youĀ gonnaĀ beĀ aĀ prickĀ andĀ makeĀ meĀ takeĀ itĀ byĀ myself?"
ššµš²šæš².ćdeer lake, late afternoon on the day of kirby's death. šš¶ššµ.ćanyone! ( capping at five replies. )
ććšæļøćććć...ććāĀ š±š®šŗš»,Ā ššµšĀ š¶šĀ š¶šĀ š®š¹šš®ššĀ ššµš²Ā šµš¼ššš¶š²šĀ ššµš¼Ā š±š¶š²?Ā āĀ carlosĀ remarks,Ā aĀ plumeĀ ofĀ smokeĀ fromĀ theirĀ cigaretteĀ andĀ theĀ coldĀ airĀ escapingĀ theirĀ lipsĀ withĀ everyĀ word.Ā he didn't know the girl well, if at all, really, but it's all anyone could talk about today and if he didn't bring it up, it would be a little weird. itĀ isn'tĀ thatĀ heĀ doesn'tĀ careĀ āĀ ofĀ course,Ā theĀ wholeĀ situationĀ isĀ unsettlingĀ andĀ there'sĀ aĀ inklingĀ perturbationĀ thatĀ swirlsĀ withinĀ themĀ atĀ theĀ notionĀ ofĀ aĀ killerĀ onĀ theĀ loose in such a small town,Ā butĀ itĀ seemsĀ easierĀ toĀ pretendĀ thatĀ thisĀ isĀ allĀ oneĀ bigĀ jokeĀ thanĀ haveĀ toĀ faceĀ theĀ realityĀ ofĀ it. it's all he can do.Ā āĀ isĀ thisĀ guyĀ fuckingĀ uglyĀ orĀ something?Ā areĀ theyĀ tryingĀ toĀ reverseĀ prettyĀ privilege?Ā shouldĀ iĀ haveĀ toĀ watchĀ out?Ā ā
"WELL SHIT āĀ iĀ don'tĀ know.Ā letĀ meĀ getĀ aĀ goodĀ lookĀ atĀ you."Ā it'sĀ notĀ theĀ smartestĀ moveĀ toĀ removeĀ herĀ sunglassesĀ withĀ theĀ hangoverĀ sheĀ wasĀ currentlyĀ battling,Ā butĀ joeyĀ willĀ doĀ anythingĀ forĀ aĀ bit.Ā aĀ bloodshotĀ andĀ squintedĀ gazeĀ landsĀ onĀ carlos,Ā takingĀ aĀ momentĀ toĀ analyzeĀ himĀ beforeĀ offeringĀ aĀ slowĀ nod.Ā "ohĀ yeah.Ā you'reĀ fucked,Ā kid.Ā gotĀ aĀ bigĀ ol'Ā targetĀ onĀ thatĀ prettyĀ foreheadĀ ofĀ yours.Ā youĀ betterĀ watchĀ yourselfĀ outĀ thereĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā Ā wouldĀ hateĀ toĀ beĀ downĀ anĀ act."Ā withĀ that,Ā sheĀ placesĀ herĀ sunglassesĀ overĀ mattedĀ curls,Ā nowĀ fixingĀ herĀ eyesĀ onĀ theĀ lakeĀ beforeĀ them.Ā āyouĀ knowĀ what?Ā iĀ thinkĀ youĀ mightĀ beĀ onĀ toĀ something.Ā whoeverĀ isĀ responsibleĀ forĀ thisĀ hasĀ gotĀ toĀ beĀ aĀ realĀ nastyĀ sonĀ ofĀ aĀ bitch.āĀ andĀ ugly.Ā downĀ toĀ theirĀ veryĀ fuckin'Ā core.Ā ā so . . . isĀ thisĀ everythingĀ youĀ hopedĀ forĀ whenĀ movingĀ toĀ thisĀ shittyĀ littleĀ town?"
closed starter for maeve! @repentulant
DUSKĀ SETTLESĀ OVERĀ THEĀ TREES.Ā aĀ sightĀ thatĀ vikramĀ onceĀ foundĀ comfortingĀ nowĀ feelsĀ tainted,Ā weightedĀ withĀ anĀ ominousĀ note.Ā asĀ ifĀ theĀ townĀ isĀ holdingĀ it'sĀ breath,Ā fearingĀ forĀ theĀ newsĀ ofĀ yetĀ anotherĀ tragedyĀ breakĀ byĀ morning.Ā Ā itĀ feelsĀ likeĀ onlyĀ yesterdayĀ heĀ hadĀ beenĀ taskedĀ withĀ puttingĀ alainaĀ priceĀ backĀ together,Ā andĀ now?Ā kirbyĀ sloaneāsĀ bodyĀ liesĀ coldĀ inĀ theĀ fridgeĀ ofĀ hisĀ home.Ā still.Ā silent.Ā aĀ farĀ cryĀ fromĀ theĀ womanĀ heādĀ spokenĀ toĀ onĀ halloween.Ā inĀ vikramāsĀ lineĀ ofĀ work,Ā itāsĀ oftenĀ thatĀ heĀ isĀ remindedĀ ofĀ howĀ shortĀ lifeĀ canĀ be.Ā howĀ limitedĀ everyoneāsĀ timeĀ onĀ earthĀ isĀ andĀ howĀ thoseĀ leftĀ behindĀ areĀ almostĀ alwaysĀ leftĀ yearningĀ forĀ theĀ sameĀ thingĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā toĀ beĀ allowedĀ more.Ā
fingersĀ trembleĀ asĀ heĀ pressesĀ theĀ doorbell,Ā theĀ soundĀ echoingĀ throughĀ theĀ quietĀ ofĀ theĀ evening.Ā Ā āhi.āĀ heĀ breathesĀ out,Ā aĀ whisperĀ ofĀ reliefĀ escapingĀ himĀ theĀ momentĀ the she opens the door and their eyes meet.Ā sheāsĀ stillĀ here.Ā theyĀ stillĀ haveĀ time.Ā āareĀ youĀ busyĀ tonight?Ā canĀ iĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā doĀ youĀ mindĀ ifĀ iĀ comeĀ in?ā
ā” šššššššš šššššššš āāā starter for anyone / open. ā” šššššššš āāā near deer lake clubhouse. ā” šššš āāā around sunset time.
a deep inhale and smoke fills her lungs, nothing in particular on her mind; exactly the way she likes it. she does realize it's maybe not the best idea to stand all alone, with the light of the sun going away, when there's a killer on the loose but... what else is there for her to do? stay cooped up at home while her parents attempt to poke at her psyche? oh no, she's choosing the faster way out instead.
at least that's what she thought until a sound suddenly startled her and made her look back. a hand coming to rest on her chest āāā willing her heart to calm down āāā as she zeroes in on the approaching figure. " can i help you? "
FROMĀ YOUTHĀ VIKRAMĀ HASĀ alwaysĀ hadĀ aĀ knackĀ forĀ sneaking.Ā aĀ lightĀ stepĀ pairedĀ withĀ aĀ preferenceĀ forĀ skulkingĀ inĀ theĀ backgroundĀ madeĀ itĀ easyĀ toĀ goĀ unnoticed.Ā still,Ā itĀ wasĀ rarelyĀ hisĀ intentionĀ toĀ scareĀ anyoneĀ soĀ asĀ heĀ approachesĀ minaĀ heĀ makesĀ theĀ attemptĀ toĀ announceĀ hisĀ arrivalĀ withĀ aĀ cordialĀ āgoodĀ eveningāĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā onlyĀ toĀ startleĀ herĀ regardless.Ā ofĀ courseĀ sheĀ wouldĀ be.Ā there'sĀ aĀ goddamnĀ murdererĀ onĀ theĀ loose.Ā āoh!Ā no,Ā iĀ wouldn'tĀ dreamĀ ofĀ buggingĀ youĀ aboutĀ myĀ computerĀ problemsĀ outsideĀ ofĀ businessĀ hoursĀ āāĀ sorry."Ā heĀ offersĀ aĀ faint,Ā awkwardĀ smile.Ā āiĀ didn'tĀ meanĀ toĀ spook you.Ā iĀ justĀ cameĀ toĀ uh,Ā lookĀ atĀ theĀ scenery.Ā it'sĀ nice,Ā isn'tĀ it?āĀ whenĀ thereĀ isn'tĀ bodyĀ beingĀ fishedĀ outĀ ofĀ theĀ lake,Ā thatĀ is.

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VICKY CRISTINA BARCELONA (2008)
location: dolly's diner time: late afternoon status: open!
something about diners. greasy leather seats. overheard secrets tangled up with the clatter of forks. bitter, often stale coffee -- unless you got lucky enough to walk in when the place was mostly empty. unlikely. the kind of place where time hangs heavy, like it got tired and sat down to rest in the corner booth. red creek felt the same, like it had long surrendered to timeās weight instead of running alongside it. no reinvention, no salvation -- just a stubborn place clinging to people like mud after rain, or maybe quicksand, tugging until they sank without a fight. soren didn't have to imagine dark things haunting its bones when its effect where already laying there, sprawled out for anyone willing to see. maybe ancient spirits seeking revenge after having their forever homes suffocated with asphalt and cement. maybe nothing at all, just the weight of a town folding in on itself, vanishing into a fog you didnāt know youād entered until it was too late. soren wouldn't flinch if someone shattered the silence with a lynchian scream -- sinister close-ups, faces trembling under the pressure of things better left unsaid -- right there in the diner, right as he staed at his gone stale coffee. and perhaps it was his obsession with intricate stories that blurred the line with reality, but twin peaks really didn't feel like fiction anymore; it was a blueprint, a warning for places like this, where the mundane teetered on the edge of surreal, where time sagged, like peeling wallpaper in a room sealed off for too long, and good people stumbled into band endings. even diners -- those greasy churches of familiarity -- could warp into confessional booths. soren let his face fall into his hands, elbows propped at the sides of the cup of coffee. if it had been steaming, it would've made a perfect shot. ā you know what's bullshit, ā he spoke as soon as he felt a presence next to him finally glad to push his inner monologue onto someone else, anyone unlucky enough to hear. he continued as his hands dropped to his lap, revealing a face worn thin by restless nights. ā the fact that they made it illegal to smoke in public places. especially diners. ā though it wasn't just diners. it was also cinemas, trains, pubs.... a beat. then two fingers lifted to his lips, mimicking the pitch of a cigarette between index and thumb. soren inhaled theatrically, face tilting upward as though savoring the hit. then, just as theatrically, he ground the phantom amber into an imaginary glass ashtray, the kind with ornate edges. clock. sound design coming from his tongue against his palate and he swat the phantom ashtray away, still dipped in his interactive daydream.
"UH,Ā HARDĀ DISARGEE."Ā kennedyĀ isĀ quickĀ toĀ refute.Ā theyĀ alwaysĀ foundĀ smokingĀ toĀ beĀ aĀ nastyĀ habit,Ā convincedĀ it was somethingĀ onlyĀ aĀ masochistĀ wouldĀ enjoy.Ā theyĀ triedĀ onceĀ inĀ college,Ā shortlyĀ afterĀ startingĀ theirĀ internship because they figuredĀ itĀ wouldĀ makeĀ themĀ lookĀ andĀ feelĀ Ā moreĀ grownĀ upĀ inĀ theĀ roomĀ fullĀ ofĀ journalisticĀ big-shots.Ā menĀ whoĀ tookĀ theirĀ jobsĀ andĀ themselvesĀ WAYĀ tooĀ seriously.Ā smokingĀ mightĀ notĀ haveĀ stuckĀ withĀ kennedyĀ butĀ theĀ underlyingĀ pretentiousnessĀ thatĀ cameĀ fromĀ it?Ā thatĀ wasĀ stillĀ upĀ forĀ debate.Ā Ā "chickenĀ andĀ wafflesĀ withĀ aĀ sideĀ ofĀ lungĀ infectionĀ doesĀ notĀ soundĀ likeĀ anĀ appetizingĀ comboĀ toĀ me."Ā now settled in the stool, theyĀ turnĀ theirĀ headĀ toĀ witnessĀ theĀ fullĀ displayĀ ofĀ soren'sĀ theatrics,Ā elbowsĀ proppedĀ onĀ theĀ barĀ inĀ frontĀ ofĀ them.Ā theyĀ observeĀ himĀ carefully,Ā makingĀ noĀ moveĀ toĀ interruptĀ hisĀ performance.Ā aĀ respectfulĀ audience,Ā oneĀ thatĀ makesĀ sureĀ toĀ waitĀ the customaryĀ extraĀ beatĀ toĀ ensureĀ theĀ showĀ isĀ overĀ beforeĀ offeringĀ theirĀ reaction.Ā āwow."Ā there'sĀ aĀ hintĀ ofĀ aĀ smileĀ there,Ā perhapsĀ theĀ closestĀ theyĀ haveĀ comeĀ sinceĀ theĀ newsĀ ofĀ theĀ recentlyĀ departedĀ āĀ orĀ ratherĀ ā recentlyĀ SNATCHED.Ā theyĀ leanĀ everĀ soĀ slightlyĀ inĀ hisĀ direction,Ā noseĀ scrunchingĀ upĀ as if they are about to deliver some harsh news. "soundsĀ toĀ meĀ likeĀ youĀ might just have a Ā little bit of an addiction there.ā
šļø open to all. š redemption chapel, jan 24th.
the news breaks, as does half of red creek alongside it. there's an unfair lump lodged in santiago's throat. he wasn't close to kirby ; her death was not his to mourn, and yet ... he sits in the back pew of redemption chapel, hands wound in his hair. it was between here & the cemeteryā the weather chose for him. he breathes in, has a hard time breathing out. halloween night plays through his mind. ā i asked about her name. ā he wants to laugh at the memory, but doesn't have the heart. a puff of frustration leaves him instead, ā grow up in a box like red creek & i still had to ask for her name. jesusā ā
CHURCHESĀ MADEĀ KENNEDYĀ UNCOMFORTABLE.Ā anythingĀ thatĀ hasĀ toĀ doĀ withĀ divinityĀ orĀ aĀ higherĀ powerĀ did.Ā herĀ guardĀ hasĀ beenĀ upĀ sinceĀ theĀ momentĀ sheĀ steppedĀ footĀ intoĀ theĀ chapel,Ā sharpĀ gazeĀ setĀ onĀ theĀ prayingĀ priestĀ justĀ aĀ coupleĀ pewsĀ aheadĀ ofĀ them.Ā aĀ starkĀ contrastĀ toĀ herĀ moreĀ dolefulĀ stepbrotherĀ besideĀ her.Ā "ifĀ itĀ makesĀ youĀ feelĀ anyĀ better,Ā iĀ doubtĀ thatĀ wasĀ whatĀ KILLEDĀ her."Ā theĀ wordsĀ areĀ deliveredĀ inĀ aĀ deadpanĀ tone,Ā makingĀ itĀ hardĀ toĀ decipherĀ ifĀ thatĀ wasĀ aĀ callousĀ attemptĀ atĀ aĀ jokeĀ orĀ anĀ insideĀ thoughtĀ thatĀ wasĀ notĀ meantĀ toĀ seeĀ theĀ lightĀ ofĀ day.Ā perhapsĀ itĀ didn'tĀ trulyĀ matter.Ā notĀ whenĀ theĀ possibility ofĀ anotherĀ tragedyĀ wasĀ beginningĀ toĀ feelĀ lessĀ likeĀ aĀ threatĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā Ā andĀ moreĀ likeĀ aĀ promise.Ā withĀ soĀ muchĀ toĀ lose,Ā howĀ couldĀ sheĀ possiblyĀ giveĀ herselfĀ theĀ spaceĀ orĀ evenĀ theĀ timeĀ toĀ mourn?Ā āiĀ thinkĀ it'sĀ oneĀ ofĀ theĀ newcomersĀ orĀ āĀ no.Ā maybeĀ someoneĀ whoĀ wasĀ aroundĀ forĀ theĀ originalĀ murders.Ā someoneĀ oldĀ enoughĀ toĀ remember.Ā orĀ maybeĀ it'sĀ both.Ā maybeĀ jacobĀ thorneĀ hasĀ aĀ longĀ lostĀ siblingĀ that'sĀ comeĀ toĀ townĀ toĀ takeĀ revenge."Ā tooĀ manyĀ questions,Ā notĀ nearlyĀ enoughĀ answers.Ā āwhatĀ doĀ alainaĀ price,Ā danielaĀ estrada,Ā andĀ kirbyĀ sloaneĀ evenĀ haveĀ inĀ common?āĀ asideĀ fromĀ beingĀ aĀ coupleĀ ofĀ badĀ bitches.Ā
Ā Ā ā šš¾šĀ š¶šššĀ š°šš“Ā š¹šššĀ š°šĀ šµšš²šŗš“š³Ā ššæĀ š°šĀ šøĀ š°š¼ ,Ā šš¾š 'šš“Ā š¹šššĀ š±š“ššš“šĀ š°šĀ š»ššøš½š¶Ā šš¾Ā šš¾šššš“š»š š“šĀ š°š±š¾ššĀ šøš !Ā . . .Ā šš¾š 'šš“Ā š»šøš šøš½š¶Ā š¾š½Ā šš·š“Ā š±ššøš½šŗĀ š¹šššĀ š»šøšŗš“Ā š¼š“ ! ā
Ā // Ā (Ā natashaĀ lyonne .Ā cisfemale .Ā she/her )Ā .  ⸻ JOANNA Ā āJOEYā Ā HARLOW, Ā aĀ forty Ā four Ā year Ā old, Ā has Ā survived Ā another Ā day Ā inĀ red Ā creekĀ where Ā they Ā have Ā lived Ā forĀ her whole Ā life Ā .Ā THE Ā BROKEN Ā RECORD Ā is Ā Ā known Ā Ā for Ā Ā beingĀ audacious Ā andĀ destructive Ā and Ā is Ā often Ā associated Ā withĀ cackling Ā laughter Ā over Ā loud Ā music, Ā chipped Ā red Ā nail Ā polish, Ā a Ā pack Ā of Ā camel Ā cigarettes Ā tucked Ā in Ā a Ā back Ā pocket, Ā a Ā crude Ā sense Ā of Ā humor Ā . Ā in Ā Ā a Ā Ā small Ā Ā town Ā Ā where Ā Ā they Ā Ā work Ā Ā asĀ the Ā owner Ā of Ā redstone Ā bar,Ā word Ā travels Ā fast Ā . Ā Ā itās Ā Ā hard Ā Ā to Ā Ā keep Ā Ā a Ā Ā secret Ā Ā , Ā Ā and Ā Ā it Ā Ā looks Ā Ā like Ā Ā the Ā Ā boogeyman Ā knows Ā Ā that Ā Ā [ Ā REDACTED Ā ]Ā
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Reality Bites (1994) dir. Ben Stiller

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MARIA 2024 |Ā Dir. Pablo LarraĆn
PUSHING DAISIES 1x01 - Pie-lette
SOME LIKE IT HOT 1959 ā dir. Billy Wilder
Poker Face 1.02 āThe Night Shiftā

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CLOSER 2004, dir. Mike Nichols
ā šøšµĀ šøš¼Ā ššøš¶š·šĀ š°š±š¾ššĀ šš·šøš,Ā šøĀ š²š¾šš»š³Ā šš°š š“Ā š°Ā š¼š°š½'šĀ š»šøšµš“.Ā š³š¾Ā šš¾šĀ š·š°š š“Ā š°š½šĀ šøš³š“š°Ā šš·š°šĀ šš·š°šĀ šš¾šš»š³Ā š³š¾Ā šš¾Ā š¼šĀ š±š¾š¾šŗĀ šš°š»š“š? Ā ā
Ā //Ā ( Ā destiny Ā ryan. Ā non-binary. Ā she/they Ā ) Ā . ⸻ KENNEDY Ā STUART Ā , Ā aĀ twenty Ā eight Ā year Ā old, Ā has Ā survived Ā another Ā day Ā inĀ red Ā creekĀ where Ā they Ā have Ā lived Ā forĀ eighteen Ā years Ā and Ā has Ā been Ā back Ā a Ā couple Ā of Ā monthsĀ .Ā THE Ā PRODIGY Ā is Ā Ā known Ā Ā for Ā Ā beingĀ ambitiousĀ andĀ calculativeĀ and Ā is Ā often Ā associated Ā withĀ murmured Ā self-affirmations, Ā a Ā creeping Ā curiosity, Ā doing Ā whatever Ā it Ā takes Ā to Ā exceed Ā expectations, Ā picture Ā perfect Ā smiles, Ā pristine Ā trophies Ā on Ā full Ā displayĀ . Ā in Ā Ā a Ā Ā small Ā Ā town Ā Ā where Ā Ā they Ā Ā work Ā Ā asĀ aĀ journalistĀ at Ā the Ā register Ā and Ā an Ā author,Ā word Ā travels Ā fast Ā . Ā Ā itās Ā Ā hard Ā Ā to Ā Ā keep Ā Ā a Ā Ā secret Ā Ā , Ā Ā and Ā Ā it Ā Ā looks Ā Ā like Ā Ā the Ā Ā boogeyman Ā knows Ā Ā that Ā Ā [ Ā REDACTED Ā ]Ā
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