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hcdonists:

with wide eyes, grace reached up to gently touch her cheek, wincing as it made contact. pulling her hand back, she noticed some blood on it. “ oh shit. yeah. i guess i am. ”

acting on instinct, martine dug some napkins out of her handbag and, folding them tightly, pressed them to the blood on grace’s cheekbone. “hold still,” she said reprovingly, gently cupping the other girl’s face. “I don’t think it’s too bad.”

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ophelia glanced up from behind the thick book in her hands. “me?” she questioned sincerely, searching the eyes of the girl in front of her. “w-where?” she pressed, her right hand automatically moving up to wipe her nose – there was a good chance she was getting another nosebleed. and she was.

“shit!” martine exclaimed, her immediate instinct to protect the book - she couldn’t help it, it was bred into her; she reached out with cupped hands, and then let out a squeak of horror as she caught the blood. “oh my god, ew! why did I do that!”

#* / REPLY #* / OMARTIN #blood tw #I've literally done this before as an automatic reaction w my sister sjfhdsjfd it's the WORST #but really funny

mathxshghs:

mathias looked down at his shirt. “it is blood.” he couldn’t help but chuckle. “i guess i forgot to change shirts — but no, i’m not bleeding.”

she did a minor double take at him, leaning into his personal space to check the smudge of blood on his shirt. “man,” she said, “that’s some paper-cut, huh.” she didn’t actually want to ask - in her experience, things in brattleboro were always way weirder than they seemed - but the journalistic instinct in her meant she couldn’t back away.

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clffs:

with his shift at the funeral parlour over, cliff let out a heavy sigh as he exited the building. it had been a ( L O N G ) day, and he almost resembled one of the dead himself, but it wasn’t without reward. in his hand he clasped a brooch; his suit pocket already containing two bedazzled rings. he had no idea how much they were worth, but he’d soon find out. he tossed the brooch in his hand as he walked, his eyes admiring how it shone in the fading daylight, when he felt himself BUMP into somebody. “watch where you’re walkin’” he spat out, lifting his head to glare at the stranger with icy blue eyes.

martine’s eye was caught by the flashing of the broach in cliff’s hand before he even knocked in to her, and so when he turned to snap at her he found her eyes sharp on his face. there was something about the way he held the glimmering jewel, possessive, that sent her instincts tingling, and so she barely noticed his rudeness. she had a funny feeling that she’d seen such a broach before, on someone in the town - one of the elderly ladies, perhaps. “hey,” she said, frowning. “where did you get that?”

#* / REPLY #* / CTIERNEY #shjdshjd he can easily lie his way out of this if you cba for the confrontation

“is that blood? are you bleeding?”

#suburbs.start #~/001 #I don't even KNOW

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BACKGROUND —

Martine was born in Canton, Ohio, which calls itself a city but is more like the middle of nowhere, to a Preacher and his wife. She was raised a good girl - more than that, a perfect girl, with perfect ideals and the morals to match. The pressure her father put on her to always live up to his image and to maintain the trust of the community they lived in was huge, but for a long time Mar saw no issue with it - that was just how he was. She knew, deep down, that she wasn’t the person her father hoped, but she wasted years of her life trying to be.