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Tala kept having to remind herself that this was not just a party to socialize at, and those around her had lost people close to them. She wasn't heartless, she just wasn't affected. Her family was not from Helltown, and as long as Rafael was alright, that was really all she was concerned about. "I think that the memorial is such a good idea, don't you?" Clinging to a drink from one of the food trucks, she turned to offer a smile to the closest person in line. "Hopefully my donation will make a difference." It was a pretty hefty one, but she wasn't going to brag...

"It's just too weird, man. A blood drive?" Vic shook his head, playing up his stupidity as he tried to get a read on the other person. He was really only here to keep his eyes and ears peeled, to figure out if there was any news he hadn't been aware of, details he'd missed. "Nuh uh. Who knows what they're doing with it. Probably, like, trying to bring them back to life or something. I don't know about you, but I'm not signing up to be Frankenstein-ed and shit."

There was so many secrets. So much information to sift through without knowing what was real, what was a trap...what was the ramblings of a sister on a spiral. The only reason Wells wasn't behind on his lectures was because he planned each and every day before the semester started and he knew each lesson like the back of his hand. Every second he wasn't in front of his class, he was on the town blog, Kayla's blog and on his own document tracking everything he had found. Everything seemed to come back here and as he stared at the rubble he swore was still smoking...he barely heard the footsteps before someone was there with him. "What the hell did she know..." he mumbled, not looking towards them as he voiced one of many questions swirling in his head.

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Sometimes when he's bored, he likes to go to the bowling alley to have some fun. But it's not always that he can find someone to go with him. He did have plenty of friends, he was an easygoing person, and he was far from shy, so it was easy for him to get to know people and to get close to them, but it wasn't always that they were free, however, that didn't stop him from going alone. He had just got a strike, and noticed someone else who was also alone in the alley by his side, "Hey, you're up for a challenge?" he smiled widely, "If you win, I will pay for whatever drink and food you want to eat," he offered his hand for the other to shake in case they were up for it. He was enjoying himself, but he really wanted something a little harder and more exciting, and that would work just fine.

Ever since Alfie had played peewee league, the baseball diamond had been his happy place. It was there for him in times of triumph or time of defeat or when he just needed to let off some steam. Especially now in wake of strange disappearances and mysterious packages being brought to his very doorstep, Alfie could use some solace —  a quiet place to just stop and think about everything.

And so, the former shortstop had been up early minding his own business, mindlessly pitching baseballs up in the air to himself and hitting them with his bat until the outfield was littered with them. It wasn’t until he was about ten swings deep that he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and Alfie turned to face the source of the sound that had pulled him from his thoughts. “Yeah?” 

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 world was unfolding around her, maia couldn't help but find herself possessing little trust for the news outlets on the television. with helltown, there was always more to the story. call it cynical, call it protective distrust -- but the woman knew most in helltown could certainly agree with the sentiment. unable to attend the bonfire due to a lack of childcare and a general sense of disinterest for most social situations ( despite enduring a rather front facing job ), the events that followed had left her with so many questions. and so, while her daughter spent the evening at her aunts -- maia found herself spending her time searching for answers at the bottom of a bottle.

Asa stands like a corpse reanimated just slightly wrong - a tattooed man in an oversized collared shirt with eyes as dark as brackish water. Some fictional scientist's necromantic mistake that fits in just a bit too well in Helltown, Ohio. Despite the Irish lilt to his voice, the eyes that jitter as if he's waiting for someone to tell him he doesn't belong here, what's he doing here, he shouldn't BE here... he is here. In the skeleton of an old mall. And somehow, it feels like home.

The food court is empty, but there's tables, and he's decided to sit for a moment. "How many people d'you think actually... come in here in a typical day? Think you an' I are the only ones I've seen. Well, besides that Nepalese shop's lovely cashier who said I smelled nice."

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coming back home was supposed to feel...well, welcoming. she'd only been back a few months but amara was starting to wonder if she was looking back at her memories of home with rose tinted glasses. or perhaps she was too young to care, either way there was a notable heaviness in the air. maybe that was expected from a town that was frozen in time. amara spent the past few days cooped up in her apartment or working at the atlas tap house. that's probably why a little box tv placed promptly in the corner of the wall behind the counter caught her attention before she made her way out with to go bag in hand. an innocent event turned gruesome when people began sacrificing themselves to the fire. amara couldn't tear her vision from the screen, feet planted firmly into the ground like stone. she didn't know what she was expecting but her stomach was already churning in anticipation. that's when she saw the face of her friend from eleven years ago appear. kayla mcneil. they were chanting her name...? along with others? amara's mouth went agape and found herself slipping from reality. the iced coffee falling from her hands and came crashing down at her feet. being released from her trance amara cursed and looked at the stranger behind her. "fuck--sorry. I hope none of that got on you."

"Bruh, did you hear about the bonfire?" Sliding into the booth across from them, uninvited, Vic searched their face for any hint of a reaction. He knew most of what had gone down — he worked for the newspaper, after all. But it was best to get information from all possible sources, you never knew what someone might be leaving out. Intentionally or not. "It sounded wicked."

location : summer solstice ( part 2 )

Josh just about spat his drink out of his mouth as he witnessed the sacrifices happening in front of him. He knew this party wasn't exactly to his taste to begin with but this was really something else. The words running through his mind about accepting gifts as he looked down at the strange necklace one of the masked individuals had handed to him and then back up at the fire. "Oh shit.." he muttered to himself as he quickly removed the bones from around his neck and dropped them to one side, his eyes shifting around the room in hopes nobody was coming to collect him to force him on the bonfire too. He was trying to play it off as cool right now but his heart was pounding in his chest. People were sacrificing themselves.

location : summer solstice ( part 2 )

Ekin-Su stood staring at the bonfire intrigued as chaos erupted around her. She wasn't scared or freaking out like most, she stood calm and collected as a smile slowly peaked at the corner of her lips. She was in awe. She found it quite moving if anything, it somewhat reminder her of home. "Wow.. that was.." she finally spoke out loud as she wiped at her cheek to dry up the tear that slipped from her waterline.

"No, no, no," the word spilled from her lips like a mantra, twenty times, thirty, on repeat. Scarlett could practically hear the voice from her dreams, see Her face coiling in disgust. Trembling fingers wound tightly in her hair, pulling hard enough that pale blonde strays came out by the roots. "This is not what She wants, this is not how it was meant to be!" Her eyes wide and wild as she dropped her hands, watching those around her scatter, throw themselves into the fire, she turned to the person closest to her, gripping their sleeve. "Do you hear me? Listen to me! This is not the plan! She does not want this. She does not want this."

He had hoped that in all of his stalling and indecisiveness he had missed the prayer, using work as an excuse to show up halfway through the bonfire. He should have known better, he should have listened to his gut and gone home to tuck Hope in, but Uriah figured there was no harm in an hour or two of socializing with old friends. He could not have been more wrong. Standing with his hands pressed to his temples, wishing he could drown out the sound, trying not to look, Uriah wondered if this was done by the church, if this is what they had stooped to after he had left town and if so, with a sickening feeling he also had to wonder — was his brother among those writing in agony? "What the fuck," he whispered more to himself than anyone around him, turning only to search for the quickest exit, "what the fuck?"