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This day last year started nearly the same for Annette, waking up in the woods. The difference is, last year she was alone and excited for the first day of her favourite event in Cardinal Hill, Pumpkin Palooza. This year, she is camping with Winter, and has no intention of going to Pumpkin Palooza. She hasn't been properly in town in weeks, even then she only went there for groceries and supplies. She hasn't been hanging around town at all, or people for that matter. This camping trip with Winter, a single night in the woods at a spot she was familiar with has been the longest period she has spent with another person since the carnival. Unless you count the stay at the hospital afterwards, which she doesn't.
It was quite a nice spot Annette found so many years ago she lost count, and since that first day it has hardly changed. Some tree trunks cut down by people who tread the land before her made some makeshift seating, a fire pit made by layers of stones burnt and unburnt, rarely replaced, designed by years of use. It was a short walk to Glasswater Lake. Annette had spent weeks out here before, and she was considering it again. It was serene.
Annette had awoken very early this morning, the quiet time when the birds and the sun where still asleep, and the bats and the moon were just making their bed. She woke up long before Winter did, it wasn't her intention but she wasn't disappointed, she had a lot to think about today. By the time she heard Winter rouse, Annette had gotten the dim embers back into a small fire for breakfast, quesadillas she had yet to start cooking. The sound of his tent unzipping turned her head, "Morning sleepyhead." She said, tiredness in her voice, but not from lack of sleep or exhaustion. It was obvious she had a lot on her mind. She's had a lot on her mind for a long time.
Live music, good food, and fun games is what Joey was expecting to experience at Pumpkin Palooza. He had heard a lot about the event from just about everyone in time since he settled some months ago, how well it went last year, what people are excited for this year, and a lot of worries about whether or not it would even run. Since it was revealed that it would run, Joey had been thinking about it constantly, talking about it on HexWave so much people have been complaining. And he's been having a whale of a time, but the one place he wasn't expecting to spend so much time at during the event was the first aid tent.
Pumpkin carving and pumpkin painting were two seperate events, however Joey's experience with pumpkin carving included an unintentional dash of painting when blood started spurting from the deep cut on his thumb he accidentally gave himself after misjudging the density of a certain section of pumpkin. It was quite a scene, a lady passed out, Joey nearly passed out too, but that was mainly from the bloodloss. In the middle of the chaos, he was able to cast a spell on his hand removing the life-threatening aspect of such a cut, making a sliced artery just a near miss. The spell hurt more than the original cut, but at least he got to lay in the first-aid tent, hand wrapped in gauze, while the medics discussed simultaneously whether or not he should go the hospital, and what their dinner plans are.
It was actually a better vibe than Joey expected, he could hear the live music humming away at a nice level and he got a free cookie to help with his sugar levels. He responsibly denied any of the strong pain killers they offered, much to his, and his hand's, chagrin. It was starting to get pretty boring though, at least until Joey turned his head to the side, seeing a fellow cell mate getting sat down on a cot next to his, another topic for the medics to discuss. "Whatcha in for?" Joey asked, sitting up, giving himself a strong kick of vertigo that made him lay straight back down.
“Hows it hanging, what a tune, that was 'Vogue' by the Queen herself, released back in march for the film Dick Tracy. The film was a bit a shit show in my opinion but I guess it had some good songs. Anyway, you're here at 121.5 'HexWave', relax, kick up your feet, pat your familiar and, if you aren’t a witch, you’ve definitely come to the wrong place."
"Regulars are probably out there wondering, “Whos this new guy? How am I meant to brew this potion without George’s weekly reading of ‘Scraping the bottom of the cauldron.’” George unfortunately got the case of the meows after mixing up an eye of newt with mustard seed trying to make some brew to triple his jump height. Two morals of that story, if eye of newt in a recipe it isn’t always a misdemeanor by the author, and George cheats at basketball. He also gets dunked on like crazy, but that’s neither here nor there. So, while George is recovering, getting the cat off his tongue, you have me, the wonderful, brilliant, verbose and, if I may say, quite attractive DJ Jukebox Joey... Yeah i’m not loving jukebox there, might uhh I’ll- I’ll think about that."
The sound of paper shuffling
"Alright, before we get this started, I’ve got some papers to read out."
"This autumn season, sorry, this fall season is turning out to be quite a good one in the ol’ pumpkin patch. Whether it be a pie, ammunition for a trebuchet, or used in a traditional treat-quantity-enhancing enchantment for halloween, expect it to be good prices down at the shops."
The sound of paper shuffling
"Some classifieds, Cardinal’s very own Dorothy Prior has recently gotten engaged with her husband to be Elias Schwarts, congratulations you little love birds. Oh, and sadly Uncle Robert has passed at the age of 87. That seems to be it, uhh hopefully Dorothy and Elias can get married soon and you know, clicks teeth, get to replacing ol’ Rob."
Talking to someone away from microphone, other person cannot be heard.
"Wait, what does the read light mean again? Oh fuck, really? Shit."
Talking directly into microphone.
"I’ve been advised by my producer that my previous joke about Uncle Robert getting replaced was inappropriate, so I would like to apologise for that."
The sound of paper shuffling
"One last thing, before we get back to it, quick update on the incident that happened at the Carnival not too long ago, there is no update! That’s the police force for ya."
"Alright, stay safe out there my little lovelies, I’ll be with you today, tomorrow, and for the foreseeable future because George is- he’s really going through it right now. That’s DJ Jukebox J- alright, DJ Joey, I’ll get a different name, that’s me signing off for like- 30 minutes? Whatever, here’s Dreams by Fleetwood Mac."
♫ Second Hand News by Fleetwood Mac starts playing ♫
Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Joey Crawford, the 23 year old DJ at HexWave originally from Melbourne, Australia. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're easy-going and indecisive, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Morgan Davies, bisexual, trans man, and he/they.
-Content Warning: Drug Usage, Suicide, Bullying
Yoyoyo, here’s the details of our new segment here at HexWave
Full name: Joey Crawford
Gender: Transman
Pronouns: He/they
Age: 23
Birthday: June 22nd, 1968
Zodiac: Cancer
Sexuality: Bisexual
Magic: Witch
Occupation: DJ at HexWave
Before we get started, here’s some details about your DJ for today.
Joey’s childhood was nice. He had a loving family living and a friendly community. He was born a twin to his late sister.
Being in a family of witches, when his powers started to show he was able to quickly learn and utilise his powers.
High school was difficult for Joey, he struggled to make friends since his first day, and he had to transfer schools two times in four years due to his family moving house.
Joey’s main comfort was seeing concerts, sneaking into festivals, and helping out at pub gigs. He learnt most of his audio skills at these places, and made a strong group of friends. These friends, unfortunately, were pretty dodgy.
Joey fell hard into drug use and dropped out right before graduating school. As amazing as his parents were, they were firmly anti-drugs, and they were under the impression that it was entirely Joey’s choice.
From 19 Joey’s life moved remarkably quickly, he got into a fight with most of his friends, his sister committed suicide, and he joined a roadcrew to America. He never said goodbye to his parents.
From then he bounced around city to city, gig to gig. He stayed for the longest amount of time in Houston, four months, that was also where he got most of his experience working in radio.
Joey eventually found his way to Cardinal Hill, he didn’t know what it was about the town, but it called out to him. He found a place with cheap rent quickly, and found a job at the local witch radio station. That was about 6 months ago.
Alright, enough of me, here’s the music.
Joey started at HexWave behind the scenes, but has recently been promoted to DJing after the original person got into an accident.
While Joey has hardly recovered from his addiction, he has gotten it to a point where it is sustainable.
Joey is a big fan of rollerskating, and can be seen drifting around town more often than walking.
Joey loves basketball, and plays streetball frequently. He's okay, but nothing special. He is also a pretty sore winner.
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Sabine had been standing in the slim shade granted by the overhang of the roof covering the porch where she was set up. She was really going out of her way with this occasion, Cassidy was able to get permission for her to do some landscape paintings at Prescott Ranch, and she actually decided to try and do some sort of realism. It was more impressionist, but it was far from the intense abstract expressionism that was her usual artwork. She was actually enjoying it, despite the sun. The borderline tourist trap vibe of any dude ranch, mixed with the halloween decorations set up didn't get in the way of the natural beauty that the landscape, and admittedly the architecture, formed.
Sabine didn't go far from the home, but she didn't tread inside, she was there to exclusive paint landscapes. However she couldn't help but want to snoop a little bit, she was actually quite a curious person, even if she was a cat putting herself in mortal danger doing so. Her rinse cup was very dirty, and while she was directed to various taps around the property she could refill it at, she thought a quick step inside wouldn't hurt. She barely even opened the door before Cassidy had come to check on her. "Oh hey man, how's it going?"
"Yeah, the hammer game," Stoker nodded their head, as if it was the most obvious game for Annette to successfully win. Annette might have been small, but Stoker had a feeling that she was a lot stronger than she looked. She worked outside, after all, and Stoker knew how much brute force was required to make it out of that dastardly forest in one piece. If he hadn't harmed his body so greatly with excessive drug use, Stoker had a feeling that he'd be packing some decently sized muscles, too, with the amount of outdoor adventures he frequently took. With all of that being said, however, he easily could have been overestimating Annette's abilities; he was far from in great shape as he stood there all shaky and headachy.
They took the churro from their friend, and took a timid bite. It wasn't that the treat looked no good, only that they weren't feeling overly hungry in their current state; they didn't want to make too much of a big deal about it, though, fighting that battle alone, in secret. "Oh I've already picked out the perfect name," he told her, lying through his teeth, only glad to have the distraction in the form of a friend who was in no way afraid of such a challenge. "Little Annie junior," he decided, laughing.
Annette had a look that was a mixture of shock and joy, "Annie Junior? I think the last time someone called me Annie was my granddad about ten years ago." She shrugged, "I like it, I assume I am the namesake?" The thought of her saying that, unaware that Stoker was referencing another person was horrifying, but it was so unlikely in her mind that she paid it no mind. "I guess I have to win you Annie Junior now.
Annette strut over to the large podium with a bell adorning it, looking back over to Stoker sat on the bench. The hammer was heavy, it made herself doubt her ability in being able to win Annie Junior, but the sight of the bear on display reinvigorated her. She shot one more look over to Stoker before raising the hammer over her head. As it came crashing down, she didn't even get the see the puck shoot up as it came down, bell unrung. The carny said that it was close, she was officially a 'top dog' according to the named sections on the pole, but she was not the proud owner of a new little Annie Junior, and that meant neither was Stoker.
Annette was pretty disappointed, she hated losing anything, but moreso she hated to let down Stoker, so she just had to try again, hoping that they weren't looking over when she went for her second attempt. It wasn't any better, and her third was just plain worse. She probably could've gone for longer, but she only had large notes, and the carny conviniently didn't have any change to give her for it. With her head low, she made the walk of shame back over to the bench Stoker was sat upon. Completely empty handed.
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Alice had been sketching away, color pencil in hand as she tried to distract herself from the thoughts at the back of her mind. The events of the Fair still present, the whole experience had scared her even when she was suppose to be 'safe', what if it happened again? What if whatever was trying to get her came back?
She stops, taking a deep breath. ' you're okay ' she repeats to herself, looking around her, everything was okay, she was okay. Alice was about to continue her drawing when she saw a familiar face." Hey!" she waves." Long time no see!"
Silas and spotted Alice sketching in The Ceramic Cup some time ago now, and while not-so subtly looking over her shoulder at her working while he walked past and seeing a familiar comic strip from practically the only news source to the outside world, he couldn't help but strike up a conversation. Since then he had found a friend to sit with whenever they were coincidentally getting a drink, buying each other a drink or a snack, he would fawn over her work and perhaps offer more ideas than she would have liked, he just couldn't help himself though.
Silas had just stepped into the building when Alice called him over, a smile stretched across his face at the sight of the woman. Walking over to her, he leant gently on the table, "Hi! It has been a long time hasn't it, how've you been? Actually, don't tell me yet, let me get a drink and I'll come sit with you, you want anything?"
The flashes of expression on the other’s face made her laugh, and she covered her mouth. She wasn’t trying to be rude, it was just amusing, but her hand covering her mouth felt like a blessing when Jules commented about naked angels. Her eyes went wide for a second, like her brain was still catching up to his comment. “N-naked angels?” She couldn’t help it–her delivery of the question was squeaky and high pitched. The blonde certainly wasn’t used to someone being so forward–or, like, at all, actually.
When he noted the name of the band, her eyes narrowed in thought, thankful for the distraction. “Is that a radio frequency or something? That’s all I can think of. Or is it some diagnostic medical code?” A beat followed before she spoke up again. “Or it’s just your favorite numbers? I don’t know. Am I getting warmer?”
The accompaniment of the guitar was surprising, but nice. It made her feel like the spotlight wasn’t entirely on her. When the two of them finished, the flashes of expression on his face made her laugh again. “Okay, well, I guess I’ll take angelic over complete shit." Standing in the middle of the open space caused a hand to shift to her pocket, and she thumbed the stone inside. "So," she asked, rocking on her heels again. "What kind of music do you play? I mean, I, um, know that I heard you playing earlier, but was that similar to what your band plays?"
Jules liked talking to Luna, they were bashful, they hadn't be dulled through overuse. Really, they gave Jules the reactions that he wanted, made him feel special in some way, made him feel like all the things he does to stand out works. Their reaction to his comment about angels was exactly that, he could see it in their eyes, hear it in their voice, they wasn't used to talking like this. They weren't used to him. "Yeah, naked angels," Jules said casually, he liked getting reactions, he knew that he would probably get more if he continued, and in what world would Jules back down from anything, "Why would an angel wear clothes, something about being made in God's image? I also imagine them blonde. You're ticking off the checklist." He shrugged, "Maybe you are an angel and this is a test? How am I going? What's the reward if I pass?" The look he gave them could only be described as grimy, enough to remind them that they are standing in a room with him. Perceived by him.
Jules usually has a pretty good pokerface, but when Luna's list of guesses landed on a correct answer, he couldn't help but show his surprise. "I'm impressed, it is a medical code. You know Wrathchild, another band in Cardinal? Whole bunch of dickheads, yeah it's about their lead singer. If you're really curious, look it up in the DSM." Jules hadn't actually told anyone what the number means, and he also hadn't told anyone how to find out. He could probably link it to them guessing it, or some deep dark protective nature with their fawn-like appearance, or maybe he was just sick of the mystery, no one ever really cared enough in the first place. Didn't get the reaction he wanted.
"You can trust me when I say that as well, I know what complete shit sounds like. Very well." Jules is talking about a certain rival band in Cardinal Hill, but I shouldn't have to point that out. He watched them rock on their heels, analyzing them, he didn't know what he was looking for but there was something about them that interested him. Maybe how they hadn't run away yet. "Sorta similar, more bass obviously. I fucking hate summing up my music to genres, but I guess kind of metal? Pretty psychedelic stuff, good to listen to high if you ask my opinion. You should come to a show, it seems just like your crowd." The sarcasm was palpable, but he was genuine in telling them they should come.
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located at cardinal hospitial
There were more questions than answers when it came to the carnival. Evie took it upon herself to dig where others couldn't. What was the point of a journalist if they weren't getting to the real issues that the general public wouldn't dare reach for? She'd get stains on her clothes and filth on her hands if it meant finding the truth. Someone had to. That didn't mean they would all be here, but more pieces made the puzzle's image come together faster. At least Evie could provide a story for the Chronicles audience to understand part of the events that occurred and how they affected those in their community. The hospitals saw the chaos firsthand as people filed in for help. She'd snagged an interview with a few staff members, but Dr. Eren Roach was the closest to the action and the most important one by far.
"Thank you for taking some time to talk to me. I imagine things have been quite busy around here," she started, flipping open her notebook before they got into the meat of the conversation. "It'll be great for the people to hear the experience of someone firsthand, especially our town's hard-working medical staff."
Eren was glad for the interview, while the higherups at the hospital didn't necessarily know about it happening, her immediate boss sanctioned it, and that meant Eren got to sit down for a little bit. That was something she well deserved with the recent going-ons in town. Eren didn't have an office for them to sit in, and while the cafeteria would have been more appropriate, Eren needed some fresh air, so they stood outside, a short walk away from the place all the staff go for their smoke breaks. The place Eren went to for a smoke break when she really needed some peace and quite. "Thank you, let's me get outside for a bit." Eren wasn't particularly concerned about doing an interview for a reporter, but her boss did not-so subtly remind her to watch what she says, Eren wasn't one to spill patient secrets, that was very strongly engrained into her head from the first day at college, but she knew that reporters had a way of wiggling into crevices that people would prefer to keep un-wiggled.
"Aww, shucks," Eren replied, a dash of friendly sarcasm in her voice, "You're gonna make me blush." She clapped, "Alrighty, what do you wanna know?"
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"Do you ever take breaks from your run or do you go straight through?" Shawn had tried to call out to her when she seemed to slow down in her stride, not wanting to scare her. He had seen her before, during his early shifts at work, usually cleaning up after whatever late night programs had happened. But since he had interacted with her at the carnival he had been able to place her and felt more confident striking up conversation. "I just made coffee," he offered. "Or there's water. I also experimented making some banana bread last night and it was actually not terrible. I just brought like...the whole thing in with me for lunch. Wouldn't mind having some for breakfast though. Shit, I don't even know if you remember me but I hope so or else I'm really just a random dude offering you banana bread."
Normally Eren would have just thought Shawn was some creep catcalling her, but her experience with Cardinal Hill showed that there was a distinct lack of catcallers compared to Seattle, Shawn was a bit too talkative for the normal pervert, and she had such a distinct feeling of familiarity looking at him. She knew this man but she couldn't pin down how. Luckily she stopped and listened to him talk instead of flipping him off and speeding up. "Usually just straight through, unless guys yell at me while I'm running." She said, jumping between a laugh and catching her breath. This man seemed nice, and he definitely talked to her like they knew each other, so she wasn't completely crazy, and as much as she shouldn't have a coffee through her run, she couldn't resist the offer, especially if there was banana bread on offer as well. "Well how can I resist that. Did you really bring a whole loaf of banana bread for your own lunch?" She asked, approaching where he was.
Shawn pointing out the possible forgetfulness of Eren, a forgetfulness that was in fact happening, took a weight off her chest. Nodding, grin on her face, she thought there wouldn't be any shame is acknowleging the truth, "I'm gonna be so honest with you, I don't really remember you. You weren't a patient right? Either way you're cute enough that I'm gonna have some banana bread anyway."
One of Silas' favourite activities since he was a young man was people watching. He found the town square to be the place he could find the most interesting people. It was hardly the bastion of markets or doomsayers on apple crates as he could have imagined it was in antiquity, but a large open space with seemingly no real purpose other than to gather was always a magnet for the strange and uinque. Today was like any other, he had finished his coffee probably ten minutes ago and was perfectly content with how his afternoon had been. Ready to leave and head home, or head to Brook's house, the place he had been calling home for a while now, he spotted one last person who piqued his interest, a man who had been staring at Spark Tower for more minutes than would be common.
Silas walked over, settling in his shoes a respectful distance from Gideon, looking up at the building alongside him, trying to see if there was a particular brick or bird that had caught his eye. He saw nothing but the tower that had sat in it's same spot since he moved to Cardinal Hill. He leant his body over to Gideon so he was within earshot, "Apparently it got struck by lightning four seperate times. My brother thinks it might've been aliens or something. That or maybe it was a government testing site. They get a bit jumbled in my head at this point." He didn't really have a point he was mentioning, just something to break the ice, to see if Gideon is willing to open up to this stranger.
Honestly the stranger who tapped him on the shoulder could not have chosen a better person to ask. Whereas some people might have felt taken aback or even uncomfortable by the request, Davis immediately beamed. “That would actually be awesome!” he exclaimed happily. “I’m here by myself too. I was hoping to run into some friends, but no one I asked could come tonight, and I haven’t seen anyone I know. Well, I mean, I’ve seen some customers, but they’re only like potential friends, and they were busy with other actual friends of theirs, so I didn’t want to interrupt. I was talking to this guy earlier too, and he was really nice and kept complimenting me, but then he clammed up when his girlfriend joined him and left. So I’ve been alone since then.” The man had been really nice and had initiated the conversation, and Davis had liked talking to him; he liked meeting new people, just like now. “My name is Davis by the way,” he told the stranger. “You might have noticed that I like to talk.” Although he kept smiling, Davis felt it fade just a little, worried - as usual - that he was being too much.
There had been a line for the photo booth, but now there was no one there, like it was beckoning them over. “It’s like it’s meant to be!” he said, smiling fully again. The pair walked over to it, and Davis asked, “Do you have any specific faces or poses you want to do? Like a silly one, a serious one, stuff like that?”
Eren could instantly see that she had picked the right person for this task. There was a couple moments when he started talking that Eren thought it was her turn to speak, but was interrupted Davis continuing. She wasn't particularly bothered by this, she was actually a little glad she picked someone so friendly and not someone who would have just shut her down. When he introduced himself to her, her flattening grin perked back up, "Hi Davis, I'm Eren!" When he pointed out his tendancy to talk, she laughed, she was glad that he was able to notice it. It would have become a bother if she had to go through that for the whole time, she thought to herself, "That's okay, I prefer someone who talks alot rather than someone who stays silent." She could name a couple people who prefered not to talk.
Davis question took Eren off guard, she hadn't actually thought about what she should actually do while in the photo booth. "Oh, I'm actually not sure, I didn't really think this far ahead." She chuckled. After thinking for a moment, she realised that thinking is actually the last thing she should do, "Unless you have anything specific, or like a party trick you want on photo I guess, we can just go with the flow?"
Shawn was both thrilled at everything around him and also flooded with a weird feeling of sadness as he moved through the carnival. While it reminded him of a time when life seemed a little easier, it was also reminding him how alone he was. How even with the friends he had made in Cardinal Hill, he didn't really have a solid friend group, people who were checking in to make sure he was there. He was still like a nomad and it stirred feelings in him that made him think more and more about finally leaving Cardinal Hill. But the amount of food he had gone through that day was doing it's best to convince him that nostalgia was a liar. Even when he was a kid, he was just as lonely at these things.
After scamming some kid out of his ring toss prize, he was walking with no real destination, the teddy bear swinging in his hands until someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around ready to fight a kids parent or something. But his expression softened despite himself when he saw the person in front of him and heard their question. "Oh," he said softly, a whisper of a smile appearing on his face though his first instinct was to think this was a ploy to try to get someone to steal his money while she distracted him. Then he remembered he was in Cardinal Hill, not back home. "Fuck yeah," he said before he could think more about it and held up the prized teddy bear. "You think there's enough room in the picture for Gary? Actually I don't know if that's his name, we're still workshopping it."
Eren was pleasantly surprised by the sight of the man she had gained the attention of. She didn't know what to expect, but a cute guy holding an even cuter teddy bear wasn't it, she wasn't disappointed at all though. He seemed just as interesting as what she wanted. His enthusiastic response was even better, grin wide on Eren's face showing her approval. "Of course there is enough room," She responded, before crouching down, hand on her knees, to examine the teddy bear like she would a child. "I'm not sure about Gary, maybe Troy?" She said, looking up at Shawn, before turning her gaze back down to the bear, "Are you a Troy little guy? Maybe an Archibald."
Sabine found a dead bird on the side of the road. Black winged, big, she thinks it's either a crow or a raven and has no idea how to tell the difference. Probably something with the feathers, or the beak. Either way, it was strangely beautiful, and in surprisingly good condition. Typically something she would admire before moving on with her life, but this time she remembered the sign of the taxidermist she saw a while back, and figured she wasn't doing anything else, so she might as well go and see if she can get this little guy stuffed.
Sabine could've spent all day in The Peculiar Preservationist if she didn't have a dead bird in a bag in her hands. The small shop with limited shelves held wonderous works of art that she couldn't stop herself from stopping and gawking at. She never really understood the point of taxidermy other than old hunters putting near extinct animals on their walls, but this almost instantly changed her mind. It was like being at a zoo, she was waiting to blink and watch every creature jump off their stands and flood the streets. Idle words of admiration even slipped her lips, a very rare sight indeed. She was too distracted the largest piece in the store to even notice Floyd approach her.
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located in the ceramic cup
He'd been enjoying her company for a while now. She was different from what he expected on first glance, a true tale of a book not meeting the cover. The funny thing was, she turned out to be even better. A pretty face was always nice, but someone to talk to didn't come as easily, and he considered Alma the first friend he made upon coming to Cardinal Hill. At least outside of those adjacent to his brother, to whom he'd been introduced by. These days were a nice escape from his routine, but had now become a welcome part of it. With two hot cocoas, they'd settled in at their usual spot, and Ezra was already drinking his without giving it time to cool. "I got some cinnamon on mine this time," he mentioned now that it'd hit his tongue. "It might be my new thing." Ezra always had something he was trying out, even if it didn't stick, he liked having eras to his favorite things. Still, there was an elephant in the room. "How're you doing? Things have been kind of crazy, huh?" He worried about her, even though he knew he shouldn't or didn't have to, Ezra couldn't help it.
Alma's coffee, or hot chocolate, dates with Ezra have become something she looks foward to. They're not romantic dates, or even dates really, more events. But it's not like Alma looks that foward to it, it's just two friends hanging out. It doesn't matter that one of them is a lady and the other man, they can be friends without any connotations, even if people at church are against that. Alma is okay with it, and so is her family, but they don't counteract the teachings at church. If anything they're business meetings, and they happen to also be friends. Alma enjoys having hot choclates with Ezra, that's the main part that's important, and as long as you don't think about it too much or make any sort of connotations, she looks forward to them.
"Cinnamon this time? I almost asked for vanilla in mine today after you got it last time but I chickend out. I feel like cinnamon with be almost, well, spicy?" Alma had a gentle palate, and could handle any sort of spice, and that included cinnamon. When she found a drink at a cafe that she liked, like he hot chocolates, then she stuck with it. Alma's face grew a slightly worried look when Ezra asked how she had been, she didn't want to burden him with her thoughts, but she kind of did. She didn't have many people she was comfortable talking too, and didn't want to scare herself out of opening up to him. "I guess I'm alright, it's been pretty scary lately but I'm still getting along. How about you?"
a shake of his head , that followed with his hand as he looked at the other before him. ❝ enough about me , as much as i love talking about how great i am ----- in and out of bed , what has you here talking to me out of all people ❞
Sabine wasn't entirely sure how she ended up in the conversation she was having with Kami, but so far she had hardly had to say a word. Usually an annoying situation, but it suited Sabine just fine, if she could go the whole day without saying a word then that day would be perfect. There was one thing on her mind though the whole time, and when Kami asked about herself, a question she avoided answering most of the time, she decided to turn it back around to him again. "Wait, you said you're like, an entrepreneur or whatever, but like, what do you actually do? Like what's the business?"
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