#jnkdrwr

she’d always loved carnivals. not that she’d been to many—just a handful when she was little, back when her mama was still alive and the world hadn’t gone all strange and hollow. she remembered her daddy, sleeves rolled and determination set, trying every rigged game on the lot until he finally won not one, but two stuffed animals—one for her, one for baby caleb. a quiet victory, but it had lit her up like christmas morning.

so when the traveling fair rolled its way back into haven’s hollow, she wasn’t about to let the chance pass her by. nostalgia had teeth, and this memory was one she wasn’t ready to let get buried. surprisingly, caleb had seemed eager to tag along—until he caught sight of some friends and vanished into the crowd with barely a wave. typical. now it was just paige, cotton candy in hand, aimlessly wandering beneath strings of flickering bulbs and the scent of fried dough, letting her eyes scan over the booths in search of something that tugged at her.

the bottle toss. of course. it had always been her favorite—the satisfying clatter of glass on glass, the challenge, the sheer spite of it. she made her way over, planting herself in front of the stand with an easy grin.

“how much for a few rounds?” she asked, chin tipping up, gaze fixed on the absurdly large avocado plush dangling overhead. “or until I can win that,” she added, pointing up with a glint in her eye, smile cocked like a DARE. the fairground worker gave a short laugh, and as he moved, her gaze snagged on the tattoo inked across his shoulder—a tiny cupid drawn in fine lines, bow raised mid-flight. “cool tat,” she said, eyes flicking back to his with a casual sort of charm, amber-lit and bright beneath the strings of carnival light.

“So, you ever kill a man?” (from Roland. good luck xoxo)   ///   @jnkdrwr

yes, and i’m considering killing another.   that particular thought, blessedly, stays locked behind benji’s clenched teeth as he tries for what feels like the hundredth time to find a way to steer their conversation toward anything that might even passably be considered productive. he’s got a girl to find, after all, a bail skipper whose trail was quickly going cold and whose profile pointed to returning to her comfort zone, that being the carnival. a second look at hewitt out of the corner of his eye has him heaving a sigh, shifting his body language ever so slightly as he changes tack.

“y’know most folks don’t ask that kind of thing outright.”  his tone balances on a razor’s edge between exasperation and something he intends to come across as begrudging interest. he takes a pull from his drink, slow and measured, keeping roland carefully in the corner of his eye. a low hum rumbles from the back of his throat, thoughtful, like he’s just had an idea. 

the jostle of the table ejected nate out of his trance, the radio playing faintly in the background. eyes bounced up towards the stranger, fingers stilling from the tapping he’d done on the glass of his beer. 

‘ don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you. ‘ he heard @jnkdrwr clarify.

the table at the bar had been vacant – much like the whole establishment. hell, nate wasn’t sure he’d even registered any other individual speaking since entering thirty minutes prior.

he’s already somethin’ sour before the markers are all set’n ready to go.  cody gets it.  part of community is ‘bout sharing,  but ‘em 4h kids are nuttin’ but some giggles and stutters.  bingo is serious.

cross from him sits living proof,  and,  aw hell,  she’s got a wait all lined up on one of ‘em four cards.  knee-jerk reaction,  maybe.  or some piss poor attempt at distracting her.  because cody’s got his own wait goin’,  and goddamn he’s getting a win tonight.   “NOPE,”   he shrugs.

what is eithne's favorite kind of pie to bake

not exactly a pie often made in ireland, but man she loves making a shoofly pie, mostly because it's one of her favorites to eat.

but as for something a bit more challenging, she likes to make pretty much any fruit pie but with really intricate and decorative lattices and whatnot on the top. she does fun designs and shapes throughout the year, but will also make them season specific, or really try and challenge herself with something particularly difficult. there are endless ways to do a lattice and she's going to do them all.

the god of the woods / @jnkdrwr

does anything ever really stay off the record? remi does his best, of course, but if there is genuine cause for concern, well, he's legally and morally obligated to do something about it. even so, he puts his pen down, showing a white flag for the moment.