no body, no crime

━━ ◤ ( dancing barefoot to taylor swift playing from record player and a pastel yellow ) welcome, CLAIRE HAYES, SHE/HER, OC. before you move in, tell us what you remember: REMEMBERS NOTHING. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live STERLING HEIGHTS APARTMENTS, APT 201, and your new job as DETECTIVE at PSYCH DETECTIVE AGENCY is waiting for you to begin.

closed starter for @bvlletholes​ { seo jiyeong & claire hayes }

the night moves bar and grill, home to one of jiyeong’s favorite meals. you could never go wrong with a classic cheeseburger here. she enjoyed the ominous and mysterious atmosphere of the bar. plus karaoke thursdays? she was all for it. one dare and she’d be on the stage making a fool of herself. but she didn’t have enough drinks in her just yet, she’d just gotten there not too long ago. the place wasn’t too packed, she got her beer fairly quickly. the burger was taking some time though so she turned to the person next to her. “you gonna karaoke tonight?” she asked as she turned her cup with her hand.

thursdays were, by far, one of claire’s favorite days of the week. she usually took the day off and ended up having an early dinner at the night moves bar and grill, and if she ever got drunk enough, she would try the karaoke.

it was an alarming thought that the mayor could be hiding a sinister secret - sure political and public scandals were a thing, but something supernatural? yeah, that’d make headlines. “well hopefully we won’t have to figure out the truth anytime soon. i don’t know about you claire hayes, but i personally enjoy the blissful ignorance to the unknown.” he half joked, looking back over his shoulder towards the cemetery. “how does the caretaker even survive in there?”

“or that it’s all a dream?“ meg asked, tilting her head and giving a raised brow. she couldn’t lie, there were times where the dreams she did have were essentially a life she felt more akin to than the one given. but hey, no one wants to get existential at a costume party. “thanks! someone’s gotta teach every prom king douchebag a lesson, right?” they replied, smirking before turning towards the beverage table and giving it a good lookover. “oh yikes - someone should tell lestat.” she snorted before turning to look over their shoulder at claire. “i like you claire, you seem fun.” pointing at two bottles of beer or something, she grabbed them and offered one to her new friend. “to new friends? and a hope that this isn’t kansas?”

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“i’m sure we have some around here as well, i’ll definitely check it out!“ he responded gleefully, already halfway towards the office-slash-storage space. “if you hear anything that even remotely sounds sweet or sinister and it’s repeating what you said, just ignore it and don’t look in the eyes.. it thinks everyone is naughty and i can’t turn it off. the pooka stays in here.” he commented, looking around the packed room before turning to look at claire. “left or right?”

arthur knew how dumb he sounded by making an outburst about horses - but no one could fault him for trying to gain a customer. and hey, despite the confusion it seemed like it worked. “well i own a ranch here in town, well just around it i guess, but i rear and retire them, so i guess i’m the lifecycle coach to them.” he chuckled, giving her a nod. “i teach lessons and i offer riding trails with or without a guide, dependin’ on your skill level.” he cleared his throat before his brows furrowed. “oh, sorry i meant here in the farmer’s market - i got good recommendations and also warnings against which to avoid.” he paused, “and i too love gloria’s pancakes.”

“i am the p.i.,” sam said, and nodded with a slight laugh. “unfortunately i’m not working on anything official right now. i’ve been doing some research on…” he hesitated – on what, sam? ghosts? goblins? ghouls? go on, tell her. “some personal interests.” it was a lame cover and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t embarrassed by it. he knew he could have done better, but what’s done is done. he cleared his throat. “i mean, a friend and i used a ouija board the other day for fun, and as far as we can tell, it actually worked. i figured there has to be some kind of psychological phenomenon to explain it, since ghosts obviously aren’t real.” nevermind the fact that he was pretty positive now that ghosts are real. “let me buy your coffee since i almost spilled mine all over you.”

jon shook his head as adamantly as he could. he wouldn’t joke around about something like this. “no, i wish i was - but it wouldn’t be a funny joke. i don’t like scaring people.” he added, offering her a small apologetic smile. “could be, not entirely sure what all there is in america - but i know back home there’s nothing like that.” he offered, feeling useless about it. “maybe the mayor’s hiding something to keep us all safe? weird bit of information on it though. why not just warn us it’s unsafe instead of banning people outright?” he asked but still nodded and started to lead them to the exit at the other way. “i’m jon. jon snow.”

( @decimationstarters​ ) 🐴  𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏

it wasn’t always this awkward for arthur to head into town - but because it was a weekend day and the farmers market was set up in the park, arthur had decided to set up his stall for the monthly visit he usually did. advertising horses to own and keep on his farm, horse riding, training, and even breeding - he was happy to sit and talk with anyone who might be interested. novice or expert - it didn’t rightly matter to him. “hi there, friend!” he stated, almost a little too chipper for a greeting - earnest as he was. “you wanna talk about horses?” he asked, mentally kicking himself for how much of an idiot he was sounding like. “or y’know anything else - i got a good idea about what’s good around here and what’s mediocre.”

( @bvlletholes· reacted for an event starter! – claire & castiel )

“I think I might be at the wrong place.” His eyes darted from side to side as he took in the sheer number of people and costumes. He wasn’t in the wrong place - and his own costume as a (biblically correct) angel clearly gave that away. But it felt … well, it felt overwhelming, and Cas had literally been to war. 

But at least he knew what to do on a battlefield. Right now, he felt so far out of his element that he might as well have been a fish on a mountaintop. “I didn’t even think that there were this many people in town. What is someone supposed to do at these things?”

closed starter … @bvlletholes··· // ft. steve + claire .

     steve sat at the table , letting out a sharp breath .   he leaned back in his seat , refusing to make eye contact .   he was never one to trust law enforcement officers , which was ironic since worked between the police   &   fire station as an engineer , but he’s always been on the wrong side of the law as a child .   &   yet here he sat , when he was supposed to be finding a costume for the party   (   as he promised his dad he would   ) ,   injuring on his temple .

     “   i’m tellin’ ya , i don’t know who took my tools , ok   ?   i didn’t get a good look   !   christ , can i go now   ?   ”   he was clearly annoyed ,   &   even tried to make it clear .   “   don’t you have a party to get to   ?   i thought you’d be goin’ or somethin’ .   ”

claire was sitting in her office, across from a guy who she was asking questions about his missing toolbox. he was clearly nervous about being there and was starting to get hostile.

( @bvlletholes· ) 👿 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 - ( claire hayes )

“why toto!“ meg called out, bending her knees in together as she placed her palms to her thighs. “i don’t believe we’re in kansas anymore!“ standing up to their (very tiny) full height, meg smiled at claire and gave her an appraising look. “you look cute, i love it. dorothy was a badass.” she added, reaching for the ladle for yet another pour of the spiked punch. “you work for that psychic guy in town right? the one dressed as the worst french man i’ve ever seen?” meg paused and took a sip of their cup and tilted her head. “want a drink?”

STATUS: open CHARACTER: @decimationstarters· / anyone LOCATION: museum @ costume ball (event)

“You know what they say…” Lucy speaks just loud enough for someone to hear here. Holding her cup close to her chest as she speaks, as if she’s afraid to drop it. “There’s always one soul who gets taken at these Halloween balls.” It’s hard to be ominous dressed in bright pink as Barbie but she tires anyways. Well… only for a couple of seconds at least. Soon she breaks into a grin, giving it away that it was all just some joke. “I’m just kidding.” The woman laughs, clearly amused by her own joke. “Did I get you? You believe me?” 

he was attempting to convince himself that he was just seeing things, that there couldn’t possibly be a monster living in the town. especially since monsters didn’t exist except for his dreams. ”i don’t know, coulda swore it was something runnin’ across the graves.” he frowned, turning his darkened gaze over towards her. “didn’t look human.” he admitted, trying not to scare her but not wanting to lie either. “maybe we should find another shortcut out of here, the airs not right anymore. something’s off.”

“would they be anything else?“ shawn asked raising his brows and tilting his head at her, giving a small smile as she took her share. which was likely someone else’s share given the fact that he had probably eaten her share and another person’s share and well…. no one was actually counting so he wasn’t about to volunteer any information about missing cookie shares. focus shawn. “a menorah.” he bowed his head, adding onto what a hanukkah candle was. “but i like the way you think! we can put pumpkins on the tree and turkeys in the windows - it’s a working theory, don’t hold me to it.” he knew turkey in the windows wouldn’t likely go over well with anyone else in the office. “awesome sauce, let’s do it!” he paused, “i think i may have some leftover decorations in one of the storage rooms, we might have to dig.”

Claire Hayes as