RED RIGHT HAND.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 '𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄' 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 — intro . tag . photos .

𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐇𝐀 — intro . tag . photos .

MY WAY , SOON by greta van fleet is something that resonates with RIAN JHA . the music teacher at glen ellen elementary is glen ellen's very own STARVING ARTIST , who has been in town for ten years . while they are only thirty five , they can be very SHIFTLESS but if their friends mentioned them , you'd think they were more GENUINE . in a town where every one knows everyone , it's hard to keep a secret , but i think the killer knows that [ redacted ] , and it's bound to get out sometime soon . i wonder if the killer also thinks of the chill in the air of an early morning before the sun rises , travel mugs full of terrible coffee , tape around the hinge of a broken pair of glasses , the distant sound of acoustic guitar like i do, when i think of them.

there wasn’t much that would cause bash’s hues to flicker from a book . not much caught his interest . people , he didn’t like . he didn’t care about the town’s latest gossip . he did , like coffee ; however , and sometimes would tear his gaze off the next page of paper in order to make sure he could succeed in that mission . unfortunately , there always had been an exception to a situation like this . almost like i n s t i n c t , bash glances up and noticed nickie slumping with his own thoughts . he looked . . . not well , and this time , sebastian couldn’t even blame him . a wave of guilt couldn’t help but wash over him on why he chose to not reach out . surely , at this point , bash would be low on the list of people to hear from when those would give those sympathy looks . he knew them all too well . still , somehow , bash got to his feet , taking his book and coffee in hand and approaching the other despite better judgement . there were many things to say , how are you ? , is there anything i can do ? , but that wasn’t exactly his style , plus he already knew those answers . still , after all this time , it hurt to see nickie in such a dark place . ❝ you look like shit , ❞ he stated the obvious rather numbly before the other peaked up . nickie revealing his features only made his statement fact rather than just an opinion . after he spoke , bash gave out a sigh and took the seat opposite to him , sipping on the coffee ( his usual order ) before mustering up an answer . ❝ i always thought you’d end up leaving this place without a peep . you’re too much for a place like this , ❞ while maybe it was phrased as an insult , bash only meant it as the upmost compliment . 

EVEN THOUGH nickie hadn't heard the first comment , it didn't make it any less true — he did look like shit , and he felt even worse , and yet watching someone they hadn't spoken to in what felt like ages take a seat across the table was still able to draw a smile to his features. the answer to his question that followed even bringing out a light chuckle and a playful tone , " you're so right , thank you. " it was something he truly believed too , but there were too many connections here to let go so easily , and even if he wasn't able to really express it , bash was one of them. letting out a sigh , he took a much needed sip of water before continuing on , " — but look at you with your big adult job , huh ? you could go anywhere. " it was an easy enough thing to say , harder to act upon , they were well aware of that.

" HEY GEM , are you home ? " they called as soon as the door to their shared space swung open and he stepped inside. it was late — late enough that he'd already drank too much to care about checking the clock. " it's not the time for sleep , it's time for going out with your favorite person , " again calling down the hall of closed doors , hoping to draw her out. lately , nickie had been having a hard time with the concept of being ALONE , even if only for a moment. it was one of his worst traits , his growing lack of independence ( not that he was self aware enough to ever admit to it ) , and his roommate was usually his go-to to help with that , whether or not she wanted to be.

speaking wasn’t bash’s forte , even in a silent language . being open with his thoughts , expressing himself . no , he’d rather repress as much as possible . sure , it wasn’t really healthy , but it was how he got by . ❛ why the fuck do you care ? ❜ was his response , though , part of him regretted even signing . he’d much rather walk away from the conversation instead of engaging , but alas , maeve seemed to still have a grasp on his lighter . he had half the mind to leave it there with her , but instead , he took a much needed drag from his cigarette . 

DESPITE LACKING EMPLOYMENT THERE , the record shop would be one of the first places anyone who knew nickie would look , should they be on the search for him. less so lately than usual , but loitering around the shop and bothering its employees ( mainly his sister ) was typically one of his go-to pastimes. wandering through the door , the first thing they noticed was how quiet it was , not a soul in sight. " anybody here ? " they called out , hoping someone might emerge from the back rooms , " hope you know I'm going to start stealing things if I'm left alone for too long. " it was a joke , sure , but one that had the likelihood of quickly becoming reality if he grew bored enough.

the best way to avoid NEGATIVE THOUGHTS , nickie found , was to drown them out with constant distractions , socialization , and substances. after a solid few days of this ( or maybe it was a week ? he wasn't exactly sure ) since the murder of their sister , however , his body was having a difficult time keeping up , leaving them in a bit of a groggy haze in the early morning sunshine. just for a moment , he decided to lay his head down on the table of the coffee shop he was sat in , attempting to fight off the wave of irritability and nausea that came over him , when they heard the familiar voice of the ONE PERSON nickie wished wouldn't ever see them in this state. honestly , they hadn't even comprehended what bash had said , nor if it was directed at them or someone else in the building , but something about hearing his voice brought on a sense of nostalgic comfort so he chose to interject in any case. " hey , bash " he lifted his head , despite avoiding eye contact , " do you ever think this town is too small for us both to still be here ? "

trying to get his mind off of , well , everything , sebastian took himself on a walk . in not as much guilt , already had a cancer stick to his lips burning at the end anyway . at his access , there was plenty he knew about the scene . and despite not working the case , he still took a peak . or two . or five . doing his own analysis , which certainly wouldn’t end well if his boss discovered . still , it didn’t stop him. his tracks did come to a stop though as maeve’s frustrated demeanor and fitting cussing signs to match caught his attention . he then instantly regretted looking for a beat too long as she asked her question . he wasn’t the type to socialize , vocally or not . it would be pretty difficult to lie ; however , when the cigarette was burning as the end of his lips . a sigh dripped from him as he tucked his lighter from out of his pocket and silently tossed it to maeve .

SHE WAS WELL AWARE of her own bad habits , cigarettes being one of the most egregious of them , and yet , in a time of a killer on the loose in town who could possibly judge ? sitting outside on her break from work , maeve could hardly think of anything else. thoughts of that poor girl and hopes that nothing like that happens again ran through her mind as she went through the familiar motions of pulling the pack out of her pocket before quickly discovering her lighter to be EMPTY. ' goddamn it , ' she signed to herself before noticing the feeling of someone else's eyes trained on her. ' hey , do you have a light ? ' gesturing to the failing lighter in the case they weren't fluent in asl , her fingers crossed they would get the gist at the very least and be the kind soul she was looking for in a moment of need.

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃. in this moment, the peaceful sunrise was ruined by the distraught phone call. phone screen now cracked as it lays on the dirt path, left behind as her feet carried her across town, away from the hiking paths and into the centre of town, just in time to see them wheel the body away in a bag. ❛ they're just lying. ❜ she mutters to herself. delusion setting in. abbi was at home, tucked into her bed like always, this was a sick joke. ❛ no. no. no. ❜ as her sisters bloodied wrist, dawned in the matching bracelet they both had, falls from the coverings. ❛ this can't be happening, let me through. ❜ but the police, paramedics, who ever that stood around on kept her back. ❛ let me go, that's my sister. ❜

| 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. | 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤.

🠒 HAND IN MY POCKET by alanis morissette is something that resonates with MAEVE HARRINGTON . the mechanic at mh mechanical is glen ellen's very own SCATTERBRAIN, who has been in town for six months and while they are only forty three, they can be very ERRATIC but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more JOVIAL . in a town where every one knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ] , and it's bound to get out sometime soon. i wonder if the killer also thinks of smudged nail polish from running out the door before it’s dry , the scent of fresh cut grass , t - shirts stained with paint and motor oil , impromptu sign language lessons given with a bright grin like i do, when i think of them.

🠒 I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by maneskin something that resonates with NICHOLAS 'NICKIE' MATHERS. the tattooist at scorpion piercings and tattoos is glen ellen's very own NARCISSIST , who has been in town for twenty seven years and while they are only twenty seven, they can be very ARROGANT but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more CHARISMATIC . in a town where every one knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ] , and it's bound to get out sometime soon. i wonder if the killer also thinks of the scent of expensive cologne , thinking you can talk your way out of trouble with just a charming smile , manicured nails painted black , texts left on read like i do, when i think of them.