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skin tightens across his chest and the chime from the harvey's market door rings in his ears. perhaps it was cliche to say time stood still, but he was certain he could spot each individual water droplet of the newly arriving rain, as if suspended in the air between them like glimmering jewels. she looked no different and entirely unknown all at once, a sight so disorientating that the carton of eggs slipped from between his fingers and hit the floor with a sickening crack. only then did he feel partially pulled from his stupor, enough to allow a messy ❛ what the fuck? ❜ to tumble from his lips. she had been approaching him – or, more accurately, where he was stood – and there was little time for either of them to divert. not that he would want to… though shrey likely thought different, he was sure.
shreya wasn't sure if she was hallucinating at first. because this simply could not be real. but it was. and he was. and now they were face-to-face for the first time in too long. the breaking of the eggs, the fall of the rain – none of it could have broken her gaze as she stilled, staring straight at her ex-husband. “what the fuck me?! what the fuck you! you're here! why?!” she tightened her hold on the twelve-pack of diet coke under her arm, swallowing hard. she stumbled forward a step as if to get a better look at him, “oh my god… oh my god!” she suddenly wished she had gone to the damn market in an outfit nicer than pilling bike shorts and an old band t-shirt she'd had since high school – not that nico hadn't seen her in worse, but still, she felt unprepared and underdressed. “this… you're in cider point..." restating the obvious, but it seemed her brain was incapable of forming any other thought.
starter: shreya ( @creaturec0mfort )
location: penny park, penny lane
maybe cleo had been stupid to trust shreya. their stories almost mirror each other, only difference being she and heath weren't quite married yet — and she had been the one left behind at their highest. she had barely survived the fall, but an empty room and another familiar face in a new town had been what she needed at the time. now, after watching her leave twice, it feels bittersweet seeing her around again. "thought it'd be a nice day to write, but I can't get anything on paper." she hums, tapping her pen against her surprisingly quickly half-filled notebook. she never did find her old one.
settling beside cleo, shreya nods, “yeah, i haven't written anything worth a damn in months.” and could that be because she left behind people she loved without thinking about the consequences? she's not going to even consider that right now. her own notebook sits almost empty in her bag beside a few gum wrappers and forgotten lip glosses. she clicks her tongue, eyes meeting cleo's, “it's good to see you, you know?” she doesn't say what she probably should say, which is sorry, but she doesn't know how to navigate the confusing situation they're in now, “i'm back for real this time.” but even shreya knows it may be an empty promise.
there was something oddly comforting about places that still encouraged people to slow down. electric rhythm hadn't changed much since alessia was a teenager spending summers in cider point, ducking inside to escape the afternoon heat while her mother wandered neighboring shops. the walls were still lined with records she'd once pretended to know everything about, the turntable behind the counter still filling the room with music that somehow made silence feel less empty. she traced absentminded fingers along a row of worn vinyl sleeves before pulling one free, tilting it toward the light. whether she actually intended to buy it was another question entirely, she had always been better at collecting moments than possessions. a familiar melody drifted through the speakers, earning the faintest smile as she glanced toward the employee. "you know," she mused, turning the record over in her hands, "every town has one place that somehow survives every trend, every renovation, every attempt to modernize it." her gaze wandered around the shop before settling on whoever happened to be nearby. “i think this is ours.” she paused for a beat, studying the album in her hands. "now tell me..." she held it up with an amused tilt of her head. "am i about to discover a masterpiece i've somehow overlooked, or are we all just romantically attached to vinyl because it makes us feel more interesting than we actually are?"
inspiration. that was the reason shreya had told herself she was going to sift through vinyls. she'd hit a wall recently when it came to writing, she needed to do something about it. the other reason, one she wouldn't admit, is that the unchanging nature brought her comfort. it was one place in town that, as alessia had said, wasn't modernized. it reminded her of being a teenage, getting her record player from her brother for her sixteenth birthday. it brought a sense of comfort, of home. it was a relief in a life that was ever-changing. she hummed, “well, i am actually interesting, my vinyl selection provides the proof of that not the fact that i like vinyl," she insisted, glancing over at what alessia had in her hands, “but as far as an overlooked masterpiece goes… do you have a high bar for 'masterpiece?'” she did. part of her writer's block problem. “you might be setting yourself up for disappointment if you're looking for a masterpiece."
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closed starter for wilson holder! @creaturec0mfort
she's somehow made her way back into the forbidden space of the kitchen, having sweet-talked a path into it via party gossip and promises of stolen redbulls from grand royale – hitches herself up onto a nearby counter, legs kicking absent-mindedly as she addressed wil with a grin. ❛ and where were you last night? ❜ she queries, of course referring to one of their many barely-planned nights out. ❛ i had to entertain myself, and you know that never ends well. ❜
wil glances over from where he's refilling ketchup bottles, a crooked grin on his face as he deadpans, “so great to see you too, tommy, always a pleasure.” then he shrugs, waving it off as nothing, “i just had to go by my dad's place to help out with somethin', took longer than expected. sorry, shoulda texted you." he sets the final filled bottle on a tray and leans against the counter, “how'd ya entertain yourself? something illegal? horrible movie on netflix? summoning an ancient entity with dark magic?” he jokes.
"Hey, could you please pass that plastic box over? Don't kick it, just hand it to me. It has rhinestones in it." Tabby said, stomach down on the pavement. They had parked their car in a shady spot near no other cars to start their project. Hopefully the forecast was right and it wouldn't rain this week. They had been bedazzling their car for at least a day now and while they didn't want to do the whole sedan, doing the wheels and window outlines had taken more time than they thought. "Do you think I should just bite the bullet and bedazzle the whole thing?"
Shreya grabbed the box, walking over to Tabby and crouching beside them as she handed over the rhinestone box, “I mean, if it was my car, I'd do full rhinestone, but that's just me.” She grinned, looking at the already completed work, “What's your vision? What do you see for the car? Let the car speak to you.” Shreya didn't own a car. Not yet, anyway. But she had a bookmark on a set of those car headlight eyelashes for when she did make the purchase. She thought it'd be a pretty good bit.
Location: Dakota's Apartment
Status: Closed for Wilson (@creaturec0mfort)
Dakota smiled as she opened the door for Wilson. "Hey just in time. The pizza is almost done." She smiled as she headed back toward the kitchen to check on the food in the oven. Dakota had started up reality TV Sundays about a year ago after discovering a love for Hell's Kitchen. Honestly that show had everything, drama for her and cooking for Wilson. " You'll be proud. I actually tried my hand out at stuffed crust today." Dakota wasn't the best in the kitchen but she did make a really good pizza thanks to her one dad being obsessed with his pizza oven for an entire summer.
“What toppings did ya go with?” Wil asked as he slipped inside, toeing off his shoes and shrugging his tote bag off of his shoulders, “I brought drinks.” And by drinks, he meant incredibly cheap, twist-off cap wine. The best kind. “Stuffed crust? Damn! And did it turn out or… if there about to be cheese everywhere?” He teased as he slipped into the kitchen to find some glasses for the wine, “I'm interested to see what you've got cookin', Top Chef.”
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do you hear CHERRY BY NAOMI SCOTT playing? oh, that must be SHREYA HOWE breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like GERALDINE VISWANATHAN to me. i heard that SHE has been in town for ON AND OFF FOR 15 YEARS, which is crazy considering they are 30 years old. yeah, they live over on ELECTRIC AVENUE, and i heard that they work as a/n SINGER/SONGWRITER ( OUT OF TOWN ). i love that they remind me of TALKING SO FAST THE WORDS BLEND TOGETHER, NAPS TAKEN ANYWHERE, & MUSIC BLARING IN HEADPHONES, but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why is/are DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO & CLAIR DE LUNE L.32 in the queue?
STATS
full name: shreya noemi howe
nickname(s): shrey, idk anything she loves a nickname
hometown: holland, mi
birthday: august 1
zodiac: leo sun, libra moon, leo rising
sexuality: queer
gender identity: cis woman, she/her
marital status: divorced
children: none
height: 5’6"
tattoos: a few dainty ones in hidden places
piercings: 3 on each ear
traits: curious, assertive, talkative, impatient, overbearing, nosy
label: the gossip
shreya has no memories of her dad, she used to pretend when she was in kindergarten that she remembered saying her first word and saying it to him, but that was a lie she crafted to make herself feel even remotely better considering he left the family shortly after she was born
she was always an outgoing, loud child, could make friends with anyone and was always the first to reach out to new kids in class or in town; half of this was out of the kindness of her heart and the other half her nagging curiosity to know Everything about everyone
she was raised by her deeply religious and Sad mother and older half-brother; her brother was her solace, she was close to her mom but never really vibed with religion and found it hard to deal with her overwhelming sadness at being left by not one but two men, so she spent a lot of her childhood following him around
when she was 15, shreya and her mom moved to cider point; her brother went off to college ( something shreya considered an abandonment despite the fact that this was just… life and he stayed in touch with her constantly, she was just bitter )
she has always covered up her fear of abandonment with humor and her big personality, always putting on a smile and keeping an appearance of everything being chill and cool
in school, she was most drawn to the arts, especially music and started writing songs from an early age
when she graduated high school, she shipped off to new york to start working in the music industry
while working in music, she met her future husband, fell head over heels etc etc
she encouraged him to go out on his own and make the sort of music that made him FEEL
when things changed and his fame started to get a bit overwhelming, shreya freaked out, assuming it was only a matter of time before he abandoned her too, so she did the logical thing and left first <3
she moved to california for awhile, then cider point, then back to michigan, then a month ago she landed back in cider point, none the wiser that her ex-husband IS HERE
these days, she doesn't write much for herself, mostly writing songs for other indie artists, but occasionally she does a gig here and there, releases a song of her own then dips for awhile, hasn't released an EP of her own in a handful of years but swears she's working on it
PERSONALITY
she's friendly! sometimes almost TOO friendly, but she does have a big heart! lover girl core underneath all the jokes and all the avoidance
was absolutely the first one to text the group chat when queen elizabeth died and then shot off a series of tweets that probably could get her fired… her henry kissinger death tweets? even more unhinged
curious, just loves to Know things, wants to know everything down to the tiniest detail
probably shouldn't tell her secrets but she loves to be told secrets
she IS a loyal friend though, will not be breaking codes of friendship
pretty anti-religion; religion didn't save her mom so now she's kinda like… what the hell @ god? u canNOT be real if all this shit happened
big flirt, but has not had many serious relationships besides her marriage bc that would require emotional vulnerability that she is not equipped for; she LOVES when people are vulnerable to her but cannot reciprocate it most of the time
probably a little annoying but in an endearing way
does NOT play about the people she loves, will fight you if you're mean to the people she cares about, fiercely protective
lives with a lot of guilt, mostly in regard to how she treated her brother when he left, blaming herself for her mother's sadness, and for the way she ended her marriage
has a lot of special interests ( na'vi, fantasy novels aka fairy smut, writes fanfiction, lover of wes anderson movies )
sleeps with socks on
has a black cat named chip and he is her baby, her pride and joy
also has a garden, most of it is dead already but nevertheless… she persists! ( someone come help )
do you hear (NICE DREAM) BY RADIOHEAD playing? oh, that must be WILSON HOLDER breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like BENJAMIN VOISIN to me. i heard that HE has been in town for HIS WHOLE LIFE, which is crazy considering they are 27 years old. yeah, they live over on PENNY LANE, and i heard that they work as a/n LINE COOK ( AT SHIRLEY'S DINER ). i love that they remind me of COVERING UP FEELINGS WITH LAUGHTER, WAKING UP LONG AFTER THE ALARM HAS GONE OFF, & TOO MANY RINGS, but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why is/are BEST FRIEND SONG & DIRTY HABIT in the queue?
STATS
full name: wilson samuel holder
nickname(s): wil
hometown: cider point, ma
birthday: november 29
zodiac: sagittarius sun, aries moon, virgo rising
sexuality: bisexual
gender identity: cis man, he/him
marital status: single ( thank god )
children: none ( ditto )
height: 6’1"
tattoos: many, patchworky, very much giving performative man in bushwick
piercings: ears, nose ( silver hoop )
traits: outgoing, loyal, creative, disorganized, irresponsible, self-destructive
label: the class clown
character inspo: ron stoppable ( kim possible ), xander ( btvs ), ava daniels ( hacks ), jesse pinkman ( breaking bad ), donkey ( shrek )
school was never really wilson's thing, he wasn't very good at it ( undiagnosed dyslexia and adhd like crazzzzy )
he was much better at the social aspect of school, making friends and making jokes, playing all sorts of playground sports; he never had any issue socially
when wil was 8, though, his mom was diagnosed with cancer, at 11, his mom passed and everything sort of fell apart
his dad tried for awhile, but he fell into alcoholism and spent a lot of time away from home, too embarrassed to face his children in that state
wil and his older sister raised themselves in many ways, his sister the smart, responsible one and wil the one who lightened every bad mood
the only saving grace wilson had was cooking, he LOVED cooking; the kitchen was the only place he felt truly capable
high school droned on, after graduating he kept his job at a local diner as a line cook; he had once had dreams of attending culinary school, but that all fell to the side with his own deteriorating mental health and his dad's alcoholism, he held things down at home so his sister could go off to college and follow her dreams
he cooks at home and goes to work and when not at work or in the kitchen? he drinks just a little too much too, but it's obviously NOT a problem don't worry about it! he's doing sooooo well!
PERSONALITY
a good time guy! life of the party! etc etc
has never said no to a hang out, will never pass up a good time
has trouble sleeping, so partying/drinking is a good way to remedy that <3 ( and by good i obviously mean incredibly poor choices are being made )
doesn't know a stranger, will befriend anybody and will talk about anything
doesn't talk about himself very much, hard to get to know
covers up everything with a joke of course, doesn't know how to turn it off, he was practically giving a tight five to every guest at his mom's funeral during the wake
loves comics, they're easier for him to read and they're FUN, draws his own sometimes
really bad at focusing, but can ALWAYS focus when it involves cooking, a real locking in sorta situation
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