HEY, i think i just saw EMMELINE HALL walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and youâll learn the FORTY EIGHT YEAR OLD is working as the OWNER/SEAMSTRESS OF CASUAL EDGE BOUTIQUE and lives in SOLSTICE APARTMENTS. given they are COMPASSIONATE but CONFUSED, itâs likely that they ARE NOT a vampire. i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to IRONIC by ALANIS MORISSETTE and youâll know why theyâre called THE ECCENTRIC MENTOR. âž .âË cis woman + she/her. pansexual + cancer.Â
her parents weren't the best of friends and it was a situation-ship that quickly fell apart. it was agreed that her father would take her and raise her. she wouldn't really feel rejected by her mother until much later on.
she was always a creative child, one described as having too much of an imagination. emmeline always preferred fiction over fact, playing different people and would try to put on a show to her father but he never seemed to be bothered. if anything, it made him less interested in her because he saw her as someone who'd grow to like theatres and musicals - he hated those kind of people.
she learned the violin when she was younger and picked it up very fast - could pre-empt notes before she was even told, bit of a genius but that was never followed up.
school was something she'd always wanted to do well in, she tried but was easily distracted by others. emmeline was one to always be easily influenced by her peers. she was intelligent but as soon as she learnt that getting full marks on tests would leave to incessant teasing, she'd get things wrong on purpose to 'balance herself out'. despite her need to be in a creative environment, to stand out, she wanted to fit in.
emmeline was a quiet child up until around ten. she was a little odd, loved performing, the arts but her mother wanted to push her towards academia. she was never a stranger to stress. even in her younger years, emmeline would get upset if she didn't know an answer to a question in class, get so embarrassed to the point of crying instantly because of it. it never took her long to get over it.
everything seemed to change with her as soon as she believed vampires were outside her house, that they were just waiting for her and she would get very upset very quickly. refusing to leave her bedroom and not sleeping caused many arguments with her father but as soon as he found a knife under her pillow, he knew it was serious and took her to a hospital.
from that moment on, she'd be in and out of hospital for the foreseeable future. her father knew that she wasn't well, that she was terrified but he couldn't understand feelings without logic to back them up. emmeline let her emotions and worries control her whilst he had tried to teach her to supress it.
when her father passed, emmeline bought casual edge boutique with some of the funds that had landed in her bank account. it was bittersweet though as she felt like she'd always let the man down.
it suits her very well. she's very friendly - tries her best to help people find things they like in a very not sale-sy way but she's not that into the profit. of course she has to pay her electricity but her father had left her more than she was expecting so, for now, she's content with her little living space and the boutique.
she is known for ranting theories at random people, even if it is just in an undertone. it's not that she feels unsafe here as she's learned to deal with that feeling but she can't help but feel like what she believed when she was younger was true...
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hermione adored their workplace. while they thoroughly believed, felt in the marrow of their bones, that someday they'd make a grand return to the stage, casual edge was a good substitute for the indescribable rush and excitement one felt when baring their soul to a faceless audience plunged in the shadows. mending and creating new pieces was as invigorating as learning one's lines and practicing staging in the confines of their apartment. after all, what was more beautiful than making something new, or repairing something broken, once beloved? while in the middle of writing up a receipt for a denim jacket they'd finished on half an hour before, their mocha eyes drifted up to where they could observe their employer. "emmeline," they said, a smile pulling at the corners of their lips. "oh, we certainly do. hold on," reaching beneath the counter, they rifled around until a small sewing kit met their fingers and they unlocked it with ease. fishing out a roll of tape, they hurried up to emmeline's side. "happens every day now. must be the wind that does it. how are you? i didn't know you were dropping in quite yet. just finished a jacket, actually. want to grade my work?"
the woman wasn't going to acknowledge that she hadn't physically been in work for a while as it hadn't even registered with her. emmeline's mind had been far too preoccupied but she was in too deep to realise it. frowning at he slanty piece of paper, the crevices between her eyebrows deepened as they told her some unsettling news. "every day? it happens every day?" were they on to her? trying to make sure that they had access when it was the last thing she wanted - she could not let them take this away from her. "that won't do, i'm afraid. i'll have to see if i've got anything stronger at home, to keep it up." the woman sighed before taking the tape from hermione. "thank you." sticking it back up, a hum escaped her and she nodded. "that'll do for now. so, where were we?" another frown appeared on her brow but quickly relaxed when the other's words finally registered. "oh - your jacket! of course. sorry i've not been here much, i've had some... personal admin to sort." that was true, right? her trying to protect herself against vampires, becoming obsessed could fall under the admin category of her life (though that filing cabinet in her brain was now overflowing). "i'm sure it's wonderful. grading things always defeats the purpose but yes, i can ry if you want me to do so." she chuckled.
âOh?â Matevos said conspiratorially. Though he thought she was kidding. âWhat truth is that? About the news, about the stand, aboutâŚ?â He left the rest in the air and grinned. He was curious, yet only when information was laid out in front of him. It was rare heâd search it out, but if people offered, who was he to say no. He did like a bit of gossip. He did enjoy gossiping about his own life as well.
Then she continued down a confusing path and Matevos stared down-founded. âOff? Majorly?â Could she mean Vampires? Maty had been led to believe by Cyrek and the others that those were everywhere, so heâd never seen Las Vegas as anything special. So he had no idea what she meant and shrugged. âIâve lived in this city for over a decade,â he said. âHavenât seen anything thatâs more off than usual. It is getting warmer, but I heard something about climate change. No idea what that is.â
whilst emmeline had always had her 'suspicions' of their existence, since her younger years, she had never been more sure than during the mayhem of that poker nigh. she hadn't got hurt but someone else had and their blood ended up on her hands as she tried to intervene - nothing was ever going to be the same. the woman had been given an opportunity to do well once she'd got the space for the boutique but now they were coming to take it away from her. "they've always been there, following me." it was only paranoia if she couldn't prove it and she would be determined to prove everything..
"people disappearing, getting hurt and they want us all to believe, what? that it's all to do with the mafia?" her voice raised in pitch as she frowned, her frustrations being evident. "isn't that the perfect cover up? the perfect distraction?" nodding, emmeline widened her eyes. "there's this british man, talking about how some people are not human and what if he's right about it but wrong about what they are?"
closed: the casual edge boutique with hermione @starstckrs
things had slipped for emmeline without her eve realising. being her own boss worked for her but it also meant that she didn't have anyone to hold her accountable. of course, she hadn't thought of being her own boss like that, it was more ideal for her as she'd always struggled to hold down jobs throughout her life. now, the woman was nearing the entrance to the casual boutique as if she hadn't even been away. just as she opened the door, her brown furrowed - the sign was wonky. the 'no vampires allowed' sign was very important to her. stepping inside, her fingers gently brushed past the paper to push it up slightly, the tape obviously struggling. "oh dear... this is not good at all." she muttered to herself but then turned away to face hermione. "afternoon!" emmeline pulled a smile as she greeted them. "do we have any more of the tape to fix... that?" she pointed over to the paper half hanging from the door's glass pane.
Matevos shrugged. "Doesn't everyone look odd doing anything. I'd also probably feel like I'd about to be burned by the news at this point. Local newsstand blew up; two confirmed dead. Wouldn't be so weird this day and age." At least... to him. Matevos was aware that he was in a club filled with Vampires - poor people who couldn't get close to dogs - and that there was a murderer on the loose - probably also someone who couldn't get close to dogs - and that the actual crime families - he did not consider the Cactus Cats a crime family - were filled with drama.
Random explosions would seem almost mundane.
"I read the Sun this morning, nothing new in there, just the same old crime and drama. I did read about firefighters saving two cats from a tree, that was nice." He reached over her to grab the newest National Geographic.
after the suggestion had been put into her mind, emmeline quickly backed away from the news stand with wide eyes. "you're right..." an ironic smile displayed itself on her face and it wasn't something she was able to control. "that would really be believable with everything everyone covers up." she nodded to herself whilst staring at the ground. "and-" she widened her eyes and nodded again. "-i know the truth... so... if i were to get blown up whilst i was cursing at the newstand, i think that would make a lot of people very happy." a certain type of something... emmeline was indeed spiralling back into her old 'habits', ones that were incredibly unhealthy but she'd never lived in an episode when she was right about something. it had felt real to her all along and she was convinced she knew the truth of this dark desert.
"i didn't read that story, no. maybe they sense it... what i feel." emmeline flashed him a smile and studied. "i would sense i can taste satan's armpit but then i start to align myself with the religious and i don't-" she knew what they'd thought of her in her childhood... "do you... feel that things are majorly off here?" it was the heat, right?
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another day, same old shit. how many times had he responded to the same address, the only trouble there being someone who'd locked themselves out of their place again. it was an excuse to slip out of the precinct, and not really a homicide detective's duty, but he always volunteered when the beat cops were tied and needed an extra hand.
"tell me about it." he liked being up to date on the happenings around the city, but he had inside position that allowed him more information than most of the papers even knew about. "seems like things just keep getting worse." job security wasn't a worry, but at what cost? the lives of locals and tourists alike? he wondered why people still bothered, but he knew why. sin city had it's appeal to everyone and no one ever believed they'd become a number within a statistic.
normally, he would've brushed on by, but something about the way she'd said it made him pause. "sounds like you know something i don't," he half-joked, half-pointed out with a barely-there grin and curious blues. "care to share?"
emmeline nodded with conviction as agreement from the other came quickly - she wasn't entirely used to it. the woman was an unreliable narrator, there was no doubt about that but this all felt too important for her to just let it slip by without a word. there was always a chance that she'd be mocked and she now handled that with the utmost professionalism considering the amount of times it had happened. not everything that left her mouth would end up being true but the feeling of it all was certainly there in a way she couldn't explain - begging someone to help her buy that book on vampires had opened pandora's box...
"and i'm sure they will get worse." it was the perfect distraction, the claims in the papers that it was nothing more than sinister criminality but she knew better than that. "do you really want to know?" the woman raised her eyebrows. "i have tried.." her voice went quieter "- warning people - though i think it's fallen on death ears." the council had unfortunately been the place where she'd first mentioned it to someone out loud in this decade of her life and the reception hadn't been warm. "i'm beginning to think that there should be no human life in the desert... it feels like we're not meant to be here but-" she raised her eyebrows. "for the undead, feels like it's their playground." god, she was going around the houses when it came to revealing her belief on everything that was transpiring.
Rhett had only been half paying attention as he had walked up to the newspaper stand, thus he had not recognized the person standing there until he was already close enough for her to have noticed his presence. When he realized it was Emmeline, he could not help but tense a bit. He had not seen her since the night of that ill-fated poker game in Ălvaro's basement, and the way things had ended made him a little concerned about her recognizing him. But it was definitely not in his nature to run away, so when she spoke, he knew he had to answer. He actually agreed with her; reading the paper these days was not exactly a pleasant affair. So maybe by agreeing, he could break the ice. If not, well, then maybe he could still high-tail it away. "YeahâŚyeah you're righ'. Things don' look so good lately. Definitely makes you not wanna pick up th' scandal sheet." Attempting to lighten the mood a bit, he added, "But hey, look at it this way--th' less time you spend readin' th' paper, th' more time you'll have for other things."
within seconds of turning around and seeing his face, everything came flooding back. emmeline was shocked at how quickly - the sounds, the blood on her hands as she looked down and saw it all replicated. then the fear would strike in her eyes. "for other things like..." the woman had already backed away slightly in response to rhett's presence. it had always meant to be a harmless poker night but she didn't even like playing poker and on top of that, she had definitely got a 'bad feeling' the moment she'd stepped foot into that place. although emmeline now couldn't stop her own mind from filling in the blanks incorrectly, there would always be an element of truth to the words out of her mouth. "please don't come any closer... you're here to finish the job, aren't you?" although things felt so clear they would forever be murky for emmeline. she could be right but also need professional help - it was never one or the other and her parents should have seen that. "i've asked you to stay away." it was a notion towards the idea that she'd had by putting a 'no vampires aloud' in her shop door frame but it had never been directed at the person in front of her to begin with... or perhaps it had... confusion was starting to take over her and she couldn't stop it.
In his role on the city council, Adrian had become rather good at comforting people, allievating their worries, and just in general being a voice they could vent to, and he hopefully could try and fix things for them where he could. Unfortunately, it seemed half the city council was deep into the pockets of corruption. Right now, he was listening to a citizen and her worries; he listened to each word, holding his attention, it was the least he could offer the voters. Her last stop was at the idea that they were all in trouble...danger. Adrian understood those fears...those worries, the death of Don Vitelli, the rise of his son, the other gangs moving in on their territory, it was like the city was ready to break into all-out warfare.
"I completely understand. It feels like the city is a dry piece of wood just waiting for a spark. Don't worry, though, I promise we at City Hall are doing everything we can to keep that wood damp. The city will be undergoing changes, and I promise I will be pushing bold and brave initiatives to push back on the crime families. We can't give up on making the world a better place. I also plan on pushing.....serious change in the makeup of city council."
emmeline's eyebrows raised with intrigue as the other mentioned working for the city council - something that he most likely would regret mentioning the way her mind jumped to her own cause so quickly. there was less time being spent at the boutique as she was tiring herself out with conspiracy theory upon conspiracy theory about them, reading about them so much that they were now plaguing her dreams... there was now no escape. granted, many other terrible things were happening and she'd come to the conclusion that cities in deserts should not exist with the rate it was happening but then it would further explain why so many would gravitate here.
"crime families?" raising her eyebrows once more, the woman looked less than impressed now. "that's a rather convenient way to look at it but what if those families were 'them? it would be the perfect guise. "recent events have been troubling but my worries are..." widening her eyes, she pursed her lips together and held her breath whilst she thought of the correct words. "less conventional." they slipped out with a large breath. "i don't think it's one that the authorities can help me with, if i'm to be realistic." that was rich coming from her but the council and law enforcement weren't going to take her claims seriously.
open starter @boneyardstarters
location: hot off the griddle news stand
emmeline stood outside the stand, her head tilted to the side as her hands would go out to pick up a paper but then quickly retract. the woman did look odd as too much thought was going into whether or not she should pick up a newspaper - it could have contained nothing of substance but she would not come to that conclusion if she never read it. it wasn't that she was slipping but emmeline did not feel as grounded in herself as she had been before the many upsets of the past year. still, she had her shop, although she herself was experiencing difficulties as she was 'all thumbs' in her craft... "yes." her head nodding, emmeline's eyes narrowed slightly towards the stand of newspapers. still, she could sense someone close by. "yes, i am aware this looks a little odd but with everything going on, you really don't know what you're going to read." she shrugged and widened her eyes - the woman felt like she was late to knowing about everything (apart from her vampire theories... she was ahead of her time now - she believed). "it's just-" a sigh escaping her, she turned towards the other. "i think we're all in trouble."
His tongue lashed across a set of sharp canines, patient while listening to every guest, a task that fell upon his shoulders that he could imagine Stella was all the merrier to avoid, except for the twenty questions she would get about how excited she was for the baby or what she planned on naming it and the like. "Kids aren't all there is to life, y'know?" he said thoughtfully, and it was true â had he not had children of his own and their second try at pregnancy proved fruitless, then Cyrek could have foregone the thought of having them in entirety. It had never been a must, and when he was younger, it had been a never. "But it sounds like that shop of yours brings people a whole different kinda joy. That's somethin' to be proud of, innit?" His eyes cast around the record store when he said it, the statement feeling something like a reflection of himself, too â in a way, she was the epitome of a successful businesswoman, hosting something small in the lion's den of gambling your heart out and drinking yourself into a ditch. And she made it. He'd like for it to be him, someday.
emmeline had been lucky that her father had shown up for her in the end. the two had never seen eye to eye - unsupported, it was like he'd written her off but his last act of kindness had seen to set her up for life, if she played her cards right. the money had given her the freedom to manage herself as opposed to work with others that didn't understand her (the woman had a history of being able to hold down a job for no more than a few months before problems arose) but this new chance also came with the responsibility to keep herself in check. it was easier said than done - she lived alone with no one to monitor her, she didn't have to answer to anyone in terms of skipping out on attending her shop if she had more pressing (vampire) matters to attend... there had been a change in the woman and it had been long before she'd put that handwritten sign up on her door. "of course not. i'd be a cool aunt, though." raising her eyebrows, she gave cyrek a gentle nod. " finger paints and all." it would be no surprise to anyone that she was the creative type of child who loved arts and crafts. suddenly, a frown weighed on her brow. "you'll promise to protect them, though? your baby." emmeline wasn't emmeline if she wasn't somewhat cryptic. this was no place for a baby but she couldn't exactly voice that here and now so she hoped that her 'subtle' hints would be received. "i love my boutique. it's lovely to have something of my own, something to show for my existence-" would her colleagues notice if she disappeared one day? she hoped it would be the case...
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with: @emmelinetm
where: skratch records
when: february 20th, 1997
He wouldn't call what they had friendship. Cyrek had entertained Emmeline as a regular a few times at the Mean-Eyed Cat Bar, and she'd largely been a tolerable customer more fixated on the news headlines of fresh corpses on the streets of Las Vegas than anything else. If he could snag extra invites through his sisters' address books, including that of Astrid's employer, he was keen on snapping out invites, optimistic that he'd reel in a few who knew the Fawns by name and deigned to send a gift over instead of actually showing their faces. ( The more free shit, the better, and it wasn't conning if it was good for the baby? ) However, Emmeline had actually attended the party and as the more mobile host of the event, he was doing his best to make his rounds and issue amiable thanks in his wife's stead. A hand laid on the woman's shoulder, chirping the greeting of, "'ow're you 'olding up, love?" No effort to curb his Mancunian accent for something by and large designed with family and friends and Cactus Cats in mind, a winsome smile rounded his mouth without teeth, wary of showing too much skin that would give away the telltale signs of her adamant hounding on the other side of the bar. Maybe she'd find herself in calmer spirits without the presence of others riling her up. "You got kids of your own?" One arm around the bunny that had played escape artist before the gift boxes were torn open, he pulled a chair up and took a seat, plopping Peter into his lap, tugging on a lopsided ear of bunny's with a trace of adulation. "You were a real natural at Pacifier Pong, by the by, but s' not a hard competition to beat when I was splashin' the water out of just about every bloody cup lined up."
it had been a while since she'd been invited to anything while was a real sign that things weren't going so well for her and shed lost touch. emmeline had turned up for the occasion because, in the moment, it was better than being anywhere else. the woman felt like she was on the edge of a further breakthrough with detecting vampires among people but she needed to spend time out of her little bubbles she'd made to keep herself safe. they would come for her again, emmeline had no doubt as she believed they haunted her in childhood but she would have never predicted after so many years, she'd be faced with them once more. "it's a lovely gathering. thank you for inviting me." emmeline smiled but then swiftly shook her head. "no, not..." she would have loved to have children but never saw herself as a competent parent; she knew farewell what happened to children born to people like her. while she had found happiness or one or two relationships, she'd never settle. "i would have loved to but... some things aren't meant to be..." she breathed out. "if i'm being honest, it took me a while to make my peace with that but i have..." a long sigh escaped the woman again. "and that's enough of me."
well, they were certainly at the boutique for a reason. could they remember? nope, and unfortunately, that was a common occurrence in addisonâs life. once they rolled in there it was like their mind went blank. addy... HAD a vision for one of their shows, but the âno vampires allowedâ sign had caught their attention. vampires? since when? that didnât stop them from walking in warmly at the sight of the owner. âhey emmeline! howâs it going?â they asked out out of courtesyâno doubt, they are still nosy regardless. âlittle ole me stopped by to visit you, of course! i am only here to try to get some ideas for an upcoming show ... but,â addison paused for a moment. âi reckon iâm havin' some doubtsâafraid of lacking ingenuity.â they admitted with a little reluctance, scanning the boutique. âya know how to make alterations, right?â
a broken clock was right twice a day and that was emmeline hall. the woman now fully believed in vampires and with another now backing her up, it gave her the confidence to cement it into her mind as one of her core beliefs. people were always so quick to discredit her but she couldn't make people believe - they would have to find out the hard way. since poker night, the woman was trying everything in her power to keep herself safe. "hello, you!" emmeline's face beamed as she was sat behind her little wooden counter. standing up to greet addison, she offered them a warm smile. "it's so lovely to see you!" she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the other. "of course, i do! that's mine, well, our speciality here. yes, it's all an upcycle thing but if it's not perfect for you, what's the point? so, please, what are you looking for? anything in particular?" a distraction would be good for her. although emmeline truly believed in her own experiences, it wasn't best for her for them to occupy her thoughts completely.
@divinitymctions / addison at casual edge boutique
strange events didn't just linger, they manifested in emmeline and she so tired from it but she couldn't rest... they were out there, they knew that she knew and she couldn't help it was only a matter of time before they came knocking. a broken clock was right two times a day and that was the woman that sat nervously behind the counter. the 'no vampires allowed' sign still remained up from poker night but had seen a few more applications of sticky tape to keep it there. still, the opening of casual edge boutique had been a gamble in itself seen as its owner was seemingly crumbling on the inside. there were parts of emmeline that thought she should call her therapist that she hadn't seen in a good few months but it was real, it had always been real and they'd just talk her out of it. eyes widening, the woman quickly put on a smile - this time she was here. "welcome - hello you! how've you been and what are you looking for because i think i can probably come up with something... know my inventory like the back of my hand, and i know that, despite speculation." giving a stern nod, emmeline smiled warmly and moved over slightly giving them a chance to mov around themselves.
@withoutmonsterswebecomethem / casual edge boutique with azazel
emmeline had just come back from her break and was about to open the boutique before she caught a glimpse of the other in close proximity - he'd come back to her. of course, the dramatics of it all were only playing in her mind but in that moment, the woman felt chosen and knew she had to do the best by him. "lovely to see you again." emmeline called out whilst retrieving the key from her small shoulder bag. the boutique owner was aware of the shift happening and whilst she'd thought about contacting a doctor, she had a great mistrust for them and they would certainly use her new findings against her. sleep was disturbed but she was still going and that's what mattered. "don't worry-" gesturing to her hand written 'NO VAMPIRES ALLOWED!' sign, she almost looked smug with herself - ones that she had already invited might have free reign but she'd set up a clear boundary - how effective the boundary would be was to be predetermined. "openness is mistaken for weakness nowadays." it was true that some people had started to give her a look but in this instance, it didn't feel like a delusion, it felt like the truth; her brain wasn't able to differentiate if it came down to it. turning the lock and then the door, emmeline pushed on it gently. "should be safe as possible here."
Success was the sound of the door unlocking, though he didn't turn the handle and let himself in. He would wait for her, as long as it took, just to make sure she'd eaten and kept her flat tidy. Nevermind the fact he could hardly care for himself. For Emmeline, he'd made the effort. Still, his forehead pressed to the doorframe. Still, he spoke into the crack between frame and door, lazily lifting arms up to hold onto the frame above his head. He was tall enough that it was hardly a stretch.
"No note, no. I mean they might'a said ciao while I was sleepin' on the couch or somethin' but ah... yeah, I dunno. To be honest, Ms. Hall, I wasn't really payin' attention."
If Emmeline was at one end of the paranoia spectrum, Wyatt was at the other. Entirely unsuspecting, he sought ignorance in the face of adversity. Sometimes it was easier to deal with the things he didn't know about. Besides, it's not like he had a leg to stand on when it came to a sudden departure. How many roommates had he legged it from in the past two years alone? Best not to keep track anymore. "You didn't finish what you were sayin'," he insisted. "How're things goin'?" Thoughtful and conscious of the sentence she'd started, and that his yapping had derailed.
He paused for a beat before he pushed, gently of course, for a line of sight. And maybe for a catalyst to stop the entire complex from hearing his every word. "Reckon you can open up the door so I can stop airing out my laundry to your neighbours?"
The situation he had described to her was only going to be suspicious in Emmelineâs current state of mind. The woman had kept herself stable for years with her little boutique being her main focus but now, she was appearing less and less there; she was either in her apartment or galavanting about town trying to figure out more without them âdetectingâ anything. Emmeline was a lot of things but subtlety hadnât been something sheâd been so blessed to have in this life time. Everything was becoming more obvious to her, it felt like that and there had already been a close call so she had to be ready.
Emmeline was about the carry on with trying to convince the other that the abrupt and silent departure of his flat mate was suspicious before she was met with another question. If she were being honest, the woman hadnât even registered that her back was pressed against the wall as she engaged in conversation, nor could she remember what she was talking about previously. Her eyes widened as she became somewhat aware - she was slipping.
With wide eyes, she quickly opened the door and let out a sigh of relief. âOf course, of course - come in.â Nodding, Emmeline opened the door further to let the other into her space. It was a little chaotic but had that homely feel with plants, books, candles and mugs scattered around. "Please ignore the mess.
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closed starter: wyatt for @emmelinetm
where: solstice apartments.
"It's me, I promise." Wyatt had his forehead against the door and spoke into the little crack between frame and wood. "Kinda just gotta take my word for it," he pushed, but his voice was still gentle and riddled with compassion.
He had a soft spot for Emmeline. He referred to her by her surname, respectfully and frequently. He spoke highly of her to others, who had their own suspicions about her wellbeing. And he went out of his way to listen to her without the expectation of receiving anything in return.
"We can talk like this if you want. I got nowhere to be." The smile on his lips was alwaysâalwaysâapparent in his voice.
Truthfully, Wyatt had plenty of places he could be. The downfall of being the people's socialite was that he could usually show up unannounced and be forgiven. Now with Emmeline, it's likely he'd unsurprisingly miscalculated.
Did all of solstice apartments need to hear about Wyatt's life? Probably not. But he often lacked critical thinking.
"Sooo... got anything interestin' goin' on?" Still, he persisted. If anything, his compassion knew no bounds. He would prod and pry and persist in the interest of the other knowing that he would be in their corner. "My roommate kinda up and left... would you call that interestin'?... Dunno, but I guess I live alone... for now. Not sure how I feel about that, to be honest with you Ms. Hall."
there had been a change in emmeline's behaviour ever since poker night, halloween - it was all accumulating to prove ideas that she'd been fighting against for so long. it was unfortunate as she'd been stable, she'd done everything right with the kindness that had been given to her and now it felt like dark forces were trying to take over, to disrupt her peace and they were winning. it was no surprise that she held off from opening the door for a while... once you let them in... it was always something to remember. the vampires that had haunted her when she was a child were very real, she was so sure of it now and had a distrust for every type of person that didn't believe her. there was a history of mental illness and she had seemingly dealt with it - perhaps trauma was playing a part of it? that thought had crossed her mind but now wasn't the time for self-doubt.
the woman inched closer to the door. "things are..." emmeline took a deep breath to stead herself, the calming conversation dispersing some of her intense thoughts because she was distracted. "they left?" her brow furrowed as she leaned against the wall and unlocked the door. curiosity had overwritten her caution. "left, how?" her words were spat out quickly with urgency. "did they leave a note? say goodbye? or just never come home?"
At her questioning, he made a face, not sure he had said the right thing. Of course, he knew his question was a little difficult, considering their overall situation, the shared one, and probably others that he could imagine going on at this point. There was something going on all over the place. Azazel was sure of that. She had once said there were vampires. But what if there were more than just that? Azazel exhaled, nodding his head, âYeah. I was kind of bleeding out at the time.â He mumbled, âI didn't mean anything bad by it. Just a careless observation. You look like theseâŚthings have been keeping you up. I mean no offense.â Azazel sighs. It wasn't easy for him lately, he had spent months going through the most exhausting time of his life. He had honestly seen no end to it, either.
He further made a face, confused when she had said she could not take the ring she slipped onto him in the basement, back, 'now'. âWhy not now?â He supposed that the blood was a big reason. Who would want a ring back when someone had bled on it? Shaking his head though, he offered a weakened smile, âOkay. I-â When she had slipped it on, he vaguely rememberedâŚsomething happening. But not really. Even less so, he understood nothing about why it was happening, or even if it was linked to the ring itself. Azazel cleared his throat, âWell, uh, we should probablyâŚâ He frowns at her questioning, he wanted to know why she was approaching him. But he decided it would be better if he spoke first on things.
âI was just going to ask if you wanted to know what was going on. Do you know what's going on? With the âŚuh, vampires.â He lowered his head a bit, whispering at the end. Then glanced to one side, âLike you had said? Something about vampires, I remember, you said that. You think Rhett and Alvaro are vampires? Why?â He continued speaking in a whisper toward her. Perhaps it was good not to talk about his suffering so much that he asked her to end his life, for now. Maybe it was good to never bring it up again, even, âAnyway, I think, maybe you are on to something. Something is happening.â
had it been difficulty sleeping? her brown furrowed as she lamented over the concept. "i like to think of myself as a creative individual-" that was a given from how she could breathe new life into garments so easily with no training "- and when one is creative, the brain runs a little too fast after witnessing... that." her sentence diminished into a whisper. there were no words for it and had the other not being there, emmeline would have mostly doubted her experience. it was a warning sign whichever way she looked at it as either way meant she was having some form of crisis. this wasn't what she wanted - emmeline enjoyed her quiet little life with her boutique, tea and books, she valued it so it wasn't like she was wanting to ruin all of it.
"well, i can't exactly wear it." that night was still vivid in her mind - a vivid red as her hands got coated in the other's blood. she had known she wouldn't be able to wear those items again but she wasn't about to let darkness win. when she shut her eyes, she could see it. it would have been wise for the woman to talk to someone about it, preferably a professional but she had a certain distrust in the profession after past experiences; it was better to confide in no one than the wrong type of person.
widening her eyes, emmeline nodded and pointed a finger. "yes!" eyebrows raised high as she loudly whispered her enthusiastic response. "this is what i've been trying to tell people, for years... there was a strange book..." the woman reached out to place her hands gently on the other's forearms with a manic look in her eye. perhaps she could have done with being a little less intense but it was a breath of fresh air to be believed. "... from a stall that was meant to be closed a couple of months back... it was a book on vampires and his fingernails... also, i swear i saw red eyes when the lights went out." that was something she couldn't say for definite - had she actually seen red eyes or was it her own mind trying to make events fit her narrative? "it's why i gave you the ring. i was never a silver wearer but after learning they have an aversion to it, mixed metals are now a necessity." shaking her head to put herself back to the point in hand, she sighed and gave the other a slight smile. "you believe me."
