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“Fucking bunch of assholes!” Harriet muttered as she shoved discarded plates within the garbage can that was placed off to the side in an adjacent room. After being forced to listen to a group of kids muttering how Madison deserved what was coming to her, she had forced herself to walk away rather than turn around and slap every single one of them. Emotions were running high and while this was meant to be a celebration of what Madison used to be — it had turned into a circus. Fingers pried the counter in front of her as the redhead forced deep breaths into her burning lungs. She needed to get together, put on a fucking smile, and get out there again. Lifting her head, the woman froze at the sight of an individual. Her form straightened, shoulders squared as fingers brushed her stained cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know someone was in here.”

#grimm.start #[ this is madison's aunt and she's judging all you asses / you should be ASHAMED ]#but also come love us #grimm.event01

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Who: Open Where: Madison’s Memorial When: Late evening

Luke honestly didn’t know why he was there, or how he’d ended up there in the first place. He’d probably heard Brandon mention it, in passing, that he would be there, keeping an eye on things. On the people that would be paying homage to a young woman who’d been brutally murdered, but that wasn’t why he was there. Call it morbid curiosity, but he was interested in the type of people who would pretend to car, and those that would genuinely care. Luke hadn’t really known Madison when she was alive, only knew her in passing, and that passing had been swift and filled with colorful words about his family that made anger bubble in his chest, but that wasn’t enough to mourn her. He could mourn for her brother, for the family she’d left behind, and what it meant to lost a sibling, or a daughter, or a niece--thought about his own parents dying in a fire, and what it would mean to lose either of his siblings. That was why he was here, and why he was gesturing to the person next to him when he noticed they’d gotten a little too close to him, “You should really watch your step. There’s some--broken glass, I think?” Or was that a plate? Luke wasn’t sure.

#grimm.event01 #event #event: madison's memorial #grimm.start #// this is my attempt at a starter haha

MADISON REDDING’S MEMORIAL FRIDAY MARCH 20TH, 6PM

The sun dips in the sky, casting shadows that grow larger and larger until the town is in the dark. Bustling with movement, the streets are crowded with strangers, people who had never met Madison Redding, but that made the walk from her house to the memorial anyway. Candlelights led the way. The citizens whisper and mumbled through their moment of silence. A banner hanging across the street says WE WILL MISS YOU MADISON REDDING. The candles light up the streets as they march to the memorial setting and gather around it. Madison’s smiling face watches over the crowd from the gazebo. When her eyes catch the light, she almost looks alive. Comforting words are said, then people start approaching the makeshift altar, leaving letter, pictures, gifts, all sorts of memorabilia that reminds them of Madison. Most people only watch, like vultures feeding off tragedy. They won’t miss Madison. They didn’t know Madison. They are glad the bitch is dead.

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