𝖇𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉

location: funspot arcade.

even more deaths. she was human – of course, she was upset by these announcements. though instead of crying over it or even talking consistently about what had happened, lucia would work terribly to distract herself. it was a method she used when anything bad or something she didn’t like occurred – she would do anything to avoid confronting her problems. naturally, that took the girl to funspot. her favourite place to go when she needed to move her mind onto something else. wandering around for about a minute or so, she decided to walk up to someone who didn’t look like they were doing much either. “hey. wanna play me at something? i will beat you, but it could still be fun.”

@itlivesstarters

another day another body. this would be starting to seem comical if it wasn’t so fucking sad. this shouldn’t be the norm for their little town. shouldn’t be what people expect to see. the only thing that ever changed was which family got to hold the funeral that day.

the diner was uncharacteristically quiet. it always got like this when they found another body.  everyone was out at the scene of the crime, crowded around police tape, whispering among each other trying to figure out the identity of the deceased. it was because of this lack of business that leon got to take his lunch break early.

he had an hour. an hour to go to the scene, ask around, and know it wasn’t his dad they fished out of those woods. maybe he shouldn’t even waste his time. he’d take his lunch and go down to the lake instead. maybe do a few sketches of the trees and rocks and take his mind off it. it wasn’t gonna work but he had to try. needed a distraction.

                     sorella  is  halfway  through  a  sentence  when  the  end-of-day  bell  chimes  out  loudly,  and  without  any  hesitation,  all  of  the  students  in  her  class  began  shoveling  their  things  into  their  rucksacks  and  tugging  on  their  hooded  jumpers.  she  moves  back  around  to  her  desk  and  began  wiping  of  the  notes  written  on  the  whiteboard  with  the  eraser,  turning  her  head  so  she  could  give  the  students  some  final  instruction                   ❝     alright,  make  sure  we  all  read  chapters  three  and  four  by  friday.  we’ll  be  having  a  small  test  on  the  subject.     ❞                   she  smiles  warmly  as  they  all  groan,  shuffling  out  of  the  classroom  in  a  line   –   until  she  notices  a  figure  standing  and  waiting  at  her  door.                    ❝    oh,  hello  there.  can  i  help  at  all    ??   ❞      

                   forrest  loves  spending  time  outside,  deep  in  nature  where  he  can  forget  about  the  ‘real  world’  for  a  few  hours.  he  knows  the  police  are  very  touchy  about  who  can  go  in  and  out  of  the  woods  ( read;  nobody )  but  he  knows  he’s  charming  enough  to  wriggle  out  of  any  trouble  he  might  get  into,  even  if  it’s  against  police  chief  doug  !  the  sun  is  just  setting  when  he  makes  his  way  back  to  his  flat,  mud  dusting  his  features;  nose,  ears,  forehead,  elbows,  knees   –   when  he  spots  somebody  leaving  the  front  doors  and  watches  as  they  drop  something  from  their  pocket.  he  rushes  to  catch  up,  picking  up  the  wayward  piece  of  paper  and  calling  to  the  retreating  form.                  ❝    hey    !!    wait  up,  you  dropped  this   !    ❞       

                   blaire  is  busying  herself  at  maybelle’s,  after  having  spent  the  whole  morning  beating  little  kids  at  arcade  games  over  at  the  funspot.  there  was  such  little  stuff  to  do  in  this  town,  but  she  figured  she  could  spend  a  little  time  looking  over  the  bougie  items  that  donned  the  shelves   –   nothing  was  really  to  her  style,  it  was  all  pink  and  lacy,  very  cute  and  girly  and  not  at  all  adorned  with  rips  or  zips  or  buckles.  the  snooty  assistant  was  watching  her  like  a  hawk,  but  at  the  sound  of  a  telephone  she  slipped  away  into  the  backroom,  giving  blaire  a  chance  to  slip  a  pretty  opal  ring  into  her  pocket,  before  making  eye-contact  with  another  patron  who  had  seemingly  witnessed  her  theft.  she  didn’t  look  guilty,  exactly.                      ❝     you  can  keep  a  secret,  yeah   ??     ❞