#cecebishop

[pm] That takes like all the fun out of it doesn’t it? I’d like to pay a local coven a visit and could use your expertise.

[pm] If you need another sample of my blood I would like to be aware in advance.

[pm] I’m looking into them. Figure I’ve been a lone wolf witch for awhile. Might be able to do more help with a group of us.

[transcript of radio broadcast, the recording of which has found its way onto social media throughout Ashkent Creek.]

Good evening, Ashkent, are you listening? You should be. I’ve got a few interesting stories to tell you today, so pull up a seat and make yourself comfortable. Some of you may recognize the events that will be told today. Some of you may have hoped these sorts of things would say quiet. Where’s the honesty in that, though? It’s always better to get everything out there.

It’s been an interesting week in Ashkent. Unless you live under a rock, I imagine you might have seen some of these strange events. The dead, that is. Bodies rising and reuniting with their family. Or, a version of them, if nothing else. Has anyone else noticed that the old dearly departed don’t belong to their dimension? Really makes you wonder about what’s dragging these bastards back from across planes of existence. Makes you wonder what brings others, alive and dead.

Things like that don’t just happen. A coincidence is finding out your favorite food is on sale the day you go shopping, or ending up at the same concert as your best friend without talking about it first. Scores of people, living and dead, suddenly arriving from Ashford River is intent.

Maybe it’s not malicious. Maybe whoever is causing this is real friendly about it. Enlightening the masses with new, unexpected experiences. A Good Samaritan, if you will. What happens once we’re enlightened? Do we go back to where we came from? Will the dead return to their graves while everyone carries on with their happy lives?

That’s all speculation, though, isn’t it? You came for facts, and I have some to share. Shall we start small?

The lack of questioning in this town is really quite astonishing. I enjoy blindly following authority figures as much as the next person, but it might be time that we take closer look at some of their actions.

Let’s talk about rules. Rules that some people seem interested in breaking. For some, it’s running around outside without clothes on. Harmless to most, fun for anyone that gets to witness young Noah Kalani streaking through a parking lot. But some find reason to break more important rules.

We’re supposed to look up to law enforcement, aren’t we? The trustworthy boys in blue and all those that serve to help them? So what are we to think when we witness them breaking the laws they’re supposed to uphold?

I’m not talking about speeding a little too fast or shortchanging a clerk at the 7/11. Hardly. Wouldn’t it be so easy to ignore those sorts of things?

No. But it wasn’t any of those things, was it Cece and Reed? Maybe you thought no one saw or no one heard the screaming. Maybe you thought no one saw you do it. I did. And as far as being truthful with the fine people of Ashkent Creek, I think they should know that those sworn to protect them are often times the ones inflicting the most harm. Tell me, how did it feel to kill those people?

Be careful, Ashkent. The wolves are out there, but you’ll never see them if you keep your eyes closed. Good night, I’ll see you around.

[pm] I'm pretty sure they just wanted to know how your man bun was working for you.

[pm] I’ve been talking to my friendly, if not a little too enthusiastic boss Dr. Kavanagh who might have mentioned it.

[pm] Well, she’s totally wrong, because I never said anything about going dancing.

[pm] I was trying to be serious for once and thank god you’re amazing and won’t let me. Anyways, glad you’re okay. Let’s meet for a beer sometime and you can tell me all about what happened to you.

[pm] Well, someone has to be amazing. 

Girl please, you’re hot as fuck and nobody can convince me otherwise.

I just meant that I think of myself as intelligent and 

Wait 

Cece??

@cecebishop

Given that even Cahill’s job was in the service industry, it was pretty fair to say that he spent a majority of his time helping people. He liked to keep it that way, though. While he didn’t always seem the most charming, often times coming across as nothing more than a large, intimidating presence, his compassion for others was still apparent. In his opinion, being alpha and being compassionate went hand in hand, and having the former without the latter was dangerous. Too common, in a lot of ways. He’d seen one too many supernatural creature in Ashkent Creek that felt a level of superiority simply because of something they were or could do. Cahill had always shunned that level of social hierarchy, and to see it happen so blatantly at times was worrying.

Above all less, he always viewed it as a control problem. The less someone could control themselves, the more they tried to control others. For this reason, among others, it wasn’t often that Cahill found himself at one of the local bars in town. Drinking, especially when it was close to a full moon, was something he avoided. Even when his body was able to tolerate more than normal, it was playing with fire to try and alter his ability to remain controlled when the moon did a good enough job of that on its own.

But a friend from school that was back in town invited him out and he felt it would’ve been rude not to go. He’d spent most of the night nursing a second beer and avoiding another drink, but it wasn’t that hard to do. His friend, at some point through the conversation with Cahill, had made friends with someone sitting a table away and now the two of them were engaged in a discussion about traveling the world. Cahill, for all intents and purposes, had zoned out as he watched the other people in the bar. It was relatively full. Far from a packed house, but enough that it was loud and hard to pick up what the person next to you was saying. Well, hard for most others who didn’t currently have the benefit of increased hearing.

It was the sound of someone’s rather firm voice across the bar that drew his attention and with a bit of an excuse that he was “Gonna--over--I’ll be back,” he was leaving his beer at the table and standing up to cross over to where he heard the disagreement. From the sound of it, someone too drunk getting close to the young woman that was protesting. As interesting as traveling the world sounded, he much preferred to leave that conversation and help out if it was needed. Most people were more likely to listen when he said ‘no’ as opposed to others.

Unless, of course, that person had your wrist twisted so far back that she was going to break it if you moved closer. Pausing in his spot, Cahill’s eyebrows rose. Clearly he was not needed to help here, and he was more impressed by that fact than anything else. As the woman let go of the man, he was quick to retreat; though, not without a few choice words. Cahill cleared his throat, glancing first towards the man to be sure he was leaving and then towards Cece.