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the fair grounds had all but materialized over night. all of the plush green and blue sky now muddled by the neon lights and sugary sweet scent of confections in the air. afia loved every single of it. she had missed the reverie of celebration in common spaces when she was marooned in new york all by her lonesome. in the city that never slept, it seemed that no one truly connected unless it were business or unfettered pleasure. she had never been the type to chase that kind of career high nor the bodily kind; yet, she tried to make it work until it didn't. pinehaven found new ways to celebrate every tiny little thing--almost like every day marked some special, earth moving event. the thought filled in the tiny cracks that warped the shell of her ribs; the boney barbs no longer jabbing into her lung with each inhale.
this could be good and fit right even if she didn't fit at all.
in the line for the tea cups curled around the dusty trail, the scuffed toe of her keds etched into the dirt. she waited dutifully for her turn as she contemplated where she had lost her brothers in the crowd. amongst the soft muttering and whirling screams of delight or pain, she had noticed the soft disagreement unfolding before her. the despondent expression of the young man had rattled her to the bone. there was a familiar look to transplant in a new city. all of the wonder and trepidation lives in the void spaces in a person's joints. she had only just shaken it off herself. afia quickly shuffled up to the ill draped tent, hands gesturing wildly to grab the attention of the attendant at front of the ride.
"hold up cowboy, he does in fact have a plus one for this porcelain cyclone you call the tea cups. " she turned her head back to follow the tall wisp of a man before curling her neck back with a grin. this was going to be her oscar winning moment. "..can you believe him? all i said was that cotton candy isn't my favorite fair food and he tried to drop me like that? oh the real real..i'm betrayed. thankfully, we're friends and all so i'll forgive him.." afia turned away from the slow moving stranger to regain the attention of the unenthused teen who watched this all play out like a greek tragedy; who trained them to be lack empathy or maybe it was just the generation. "now, are you gonna take our tickets or should i start asking for the leader of this here circus?" the fury of her words feigned a level of outrage that couldn't quite reach her eyes.
afia quickly climbed into the final tea cup amongst the fast filling fleet. her fingers smoothed over the chipped edges before she had finally fully acknowledged her "new" buddy. "don't sweat it. it's a bullshit rule to have to ride with someone but it does make it more fun. you simply cannot get enough torque in this thing by yourself. i want to feel like the bald guy from fast and the furious." she plopped down in the seat. afia held her hand out towards amos. "i'm afia, nice to meet you old pal."
šš šš šššššš .į IN THE SUN
OPEN EVENT STARTER FROM: SHREYA @pinehavenstarters
WHERE: PINEHAVEN CEMETERY
the nocturnal air of the pinehaven cemetery was thick with the scent of damp cedar, crumbling slate, and the bitter, comforting heat of the hot beverage radiating from shreyaās thermos. it was exactly nine forty seven in the evening. according to the meticulous charts she had spent three days compiling from old county agricultural logs, the barometric pressure and atmospheric humidity were at the precise intersection required for peak activity. her mood ring was presently glinting a deep, anxious shade of blue under the moonlight, mirroring the hum of anticipation vibrating through her chest. most people avoided the graveyard after dark, but to shreya, this place was just an extension of her childhood backyard. everyone else in the town associated summer migrations with birds heading south, a predictable, evolutionary monotony that bored her to tears. but the junewing beetles were a beautiful, defiant anomaly and shreya respected the absolute, stubborn determination of the species.
"watch your step," she muttered absentmindedly, her hand automatically reaching backward to grasp her companion's hand, tugging them along the narrow gravel path between the family plots without looking away from the canopy. "the soil settling over the older vaults makes the terrain completely unstable due to the recent rainfall, and if you twist an ankle, i am not filling out the county incident report." she clicked on her flashlight, the beam cutting through the gloom and illuminating the etched marble obelisks, but she kept it pointed firmly at the ground so as not to disrupt the phototaxis of the impending swarm.
she had been listing off the exact genus and species of the beetles for the last twenty minutes, unapologetic in her ramble. then, the cemetery went completely silent. the breeze died, the rustle of the surrounding pines ceased, and a collective, bioluminescent glow began to ripple through the ivy covered stone walls. shreya froze, her breath catching in her throat. thousands of tiny, incandescent sparks rose from the graves and the old ornamental flower beds like a spilled chest of gold leaf, ascending toward the sky in a massive, swirling helix.
it was a breathtaking, the sheer scale of the phenomenon sent a thrill straight through her analytical brain, every neuron firing as she watched the beetles navigate by the stars above the resting place of the town's ancestors. a soft, involuntary smile broke across her face, entirely erasing the tense, hyper focused frown she had worn all evening. her eyes wide and bright with a childlike wonder that she rarely let the world see. "they say catching one is good luck. biologically speaking, itās just a statistical probability given the density of the swarm, but..." she trailed off, her gaze rising as one of the tiny creatures fluttered past. she watched it go, her hand half lifted but ultimately hanging in the empty air, feeling the sudden, overwhelming urge to reach out and hold onto something permanent before the night could slip away.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā put together two of pinehaven's beloved things ā the carnival and cordelia tate's cooking ā and you'd have pure euphoria.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā teddy could still remember the lights on carnival nights in town. he remembered how tiny he used to feel among so many attractions, running in every direction, trying to get on every ride possible, only to come back and beg his grandmother for some kind of dessert.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā cordelia tate's stand, tate's kitchen, always had its place at the festivities, and for the first time, her grandson found himself on the other side of the counter, helping serve customers. usually, that spot belonged to teddy's father, who happened to be on shift that evening. the task had fallen to him instead.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā after getting through a long line of customers asking for cinnamon rolls and slices of homemade caramel pie, teddy had been instructed by his grandmother to take out the trash and head to the family van to grab whatever needed restocking. that's when reader appeared at the counter.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ālook, i was just about to go to the van and grab more of whatever it is you're planning to buy. but first, i need to throw these trash bags out, so . . . i think four hands would make things go a lot faster.
he meant for it to sound lighthearted, as though the invitation to help him carry things was charming enough to be impossible to refuse. in reality, it came out desperate and, as he rounded the stand to grab the trash bags, he could only hope the person would take pity on him.
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Event: Pinehaven Carnival
Ebon was standing to the side of a 20x20 inflatable square with a mechanical bull stationed in the middle of it. He'd been watching for the past twenty minutes and contemplating whether or not he should give it a go. It had been years since he'd been on the back of a real bull and even longer since he'd gotten onto a fake one just for fun. Ebon's back wasn't the same as it was when he was in his 20s both because of age and because he'd never fully healed since he broke it in his early 30s. But... part of him just wanted to say screw it and climb on the machine. Just to see if he still had it.
Shifting back slightly, Ebon tested the tightness of his back. When he turned to stretch to the left he noticed someone else standing there, watching the teenage boy that was currently getting thrashed around. "Going up?" He asked, nodding towards the bull. Ebon's back was tight, but at this point he didn't know if that was going to stop him. "If I do, will ya call an ambulance if I start yellin' once I go flyin'?" He was only half joking.
darcy & her beloved australian shepherd, maple, were heading back from a semi-frequently hike through pinehaven forest. maple being a larger dog, needs plenty of exercise. having grown up in pinehaven -- darcy knew the trails by heart.
it wasn't until darcy knelt down to tie the lace of her shoe that maple managed to slip from her grip. her dog approached the other figure, hoping to make a new friend with her tail wagging behind her. darcy called out to her " hey -- no, maple ! " she exclaimed, hustling over. " sorry, she's friendly ... " darcy recovered her grip on the dog's leash. " and hasn't learned not to talk to strangers ... " their attempt at a lighthearted comment, her tone still vaguely apologetic. darcy took this moment to get a proper look at the individual, their eyes narrowing in hazy recognition. " wait a second, have we met? " she inquired, tucking loose pieces of her copper behind her ears. surely they knew most of the faces in pinehaven ...
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