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ππππππ : open ! ππππππππ : glen ellen pub !
β PLEASE SHUT UP . β the bartender huffed unhappily , the rag used against the sticky , wet bar top swung against her lip . β if i wanted to hear about it , i would of actually asked , now either order something or move out of the way . please . β the tone of her voice , sneered and dark , accentuates the please , exasperated more than anything else .
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"So someone just stopped me in the middle of the street and said this to me. If you let that motherfucker shenan once, then you best believe he'll shenanigan. and I haven't looked at the world the same ever since,"
around ninety percent of the time, izzy would consider herself a good person. she picked up litter. she was kind to animals. never rude to children or the elderly. when she was smoking a cigarette, though, she considered herself bad. not bad, per se, even though that's how she'd probably describe it, but cool bad. like danny zuko in grease bad. "oh, fuck," she'd been so lost in her cool girl thoughts that she hadn't noticed the person standing just a few feet away from her. she dropped the half smoked cigarette to the ground and promptly stomped it out like it had done her wrong - which, i guess in a way, it had. "i didn't mean to like, pollute your air or anything. i promise." she looked at her feet for a second before looking up at her company - whether or not they'd intended to join her didn't matter, they were her friend now. "unless you want one? in which case, live your truth. it's a beautiful day to hack up a lung."
open to : all !
" i'm starting to think i should be charging you for our little chats, " anthony smiles, sipping on his glass of chardonnay. " i usually charge people a lot more than a glass of wine for my services. "
Sammy is almost always the first to throw the punch. Itβs a fight or flight instilled in him - gifted even, by his father. And when his anxiety levels are already high, so are the rest of his emotions. Heβs barely slept, bags under his eyes from a four-day stand-off with his dad, so when a couple of older men that used to tease him in school make a snide comment about his mother, heβs the first to throw the punch. Every ounce of frustration that has built up goes straight to his fists as he swings, ββ Fuckinβ say it again ! ββ Heβs spitting like some feral animal, barely registering the hands that grab him from behind and pull him away ββ No - let me fuckinβ at βem, I can take them. ββ the heel of his hands press into his eyes as he tries to bring himself back down. ββ theyβre always fuckinβ pickinβ at me, that group of fucking pratts are. They called the fuckinβ cops on my brother last week as well ! ββ
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ππππππ : open ! ππππππππ : open to any !
THE BOTTOM OF HER BOOTS felt sticky , the remnants of work the night before still evident in the way her skin sheens with sweat . whiskey dan's did that too you , whether it was the dancefloor filled with line dancers or the bar top dancing to the typical rory daniels tune , it was always a laugh . and yet , she was often leaving as the sun was rising , the club shutting well after four am most nights , today was no different , accept bleary eyes blinked rapidly . β what the hell ? β
ππππππ : open ! ππππππ : none ! ππππππππ : crime scene , central park , 7:53 am !
THEREβS Β Β A Β Β LIMPNESS Β Β TO Β Β FEATURES Β Β , Β Β eyes Β Β that Β Β are Β Β unseeing Β Β to Β Β the Β Β chaos Β Β that Β Β swirls Β Β around Β Β her Β Β . Β Β sunken Β Β eyes Β Β , Β Β despite Β Β on Β Β just Β Β before Β Β they Β Β were Β Β bright Β Β , Β Β filled Β Β with Β Β life Β Β . Β Β cheeks Β Β white Β Β and Β Β stained Β Β with Β Β dry Β Β tears Β Β βΈ» Β Β was Β Β she Β Β even Β Β able Β Β to Β Β cry Β Β any Β Β more Β Β ? Β Β she Β Β didnβt Β Β know Β Β . Β Β unwisely Β Β left Β Β alone Β Β , Β Β in Β Β a Β Β moment Β Β of Β Β need Β Β , Β Β penelope Β Β whittaker Β Β stared Β Β towards Β Β the Β Β scene Β Β , Β Β taped Β Β off Β Β and Β Β swarming Β Β with Β Β authorities Β Β , Β Β abigail Β Β no Β Β longerΒ Β seenΒ Β .
starter for : open ft. genevie
ten years ago the small town of glen ellen changed forever. caroline jenkins was a beloved member of the community. the whittaker family is a beloved family of the community. when she first moved here it seemed everyone grew up in the small town. evie often times felt like an intruder during her first couple of years after the move. and right now she still kind of does.
she didnβt know much about abigail. would sometimes pass her at the flower shop soon after she started working there. but you canβt really mourn someone you never really knew. and it made her feel weird seeing everyone around her mourn the loss of such a beautiful soul she never got to know and never will. she sat at the edge of the crime scene. looked at the tape blocking off the gazebo, the body bag and the grizzly scene left behind. βit starting to feel like the whittaker family is cursed.β she spoke into the chaos unsure if anyone would hear or answer her.
