"Alright I've got a plan. We throw up, then get rid of the body." - From iros
>. "Get rid of it? Don't get me wrong, I ain't worried about getting my hands dirty -- But how are you planning on even moving it out of here?"
As for throwing up, she had already almost managed that. It wasn't necessarily the killing part that was the worst, but to see a body begin to deteriorate, and not to mention the horrid smell that would invade the location any second. Especially when the body wasn't even in one piece anymore.
"Don't tell me you're s e r i o u s l y considering chopping it up in more pieces ---"
The mental image of such a horrendous act made her gag again as she clutched the doorway to the bathroom for support - head hanging low and away from the direction of the decomposing corpse just.. lying there.
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"Chris!" Iza called out there was something. She could feel it. But she didn't get a response. It had been raining off and on all day but she also knew that wouldn't stop her husband from working. Making her way towards the door, the feeling that something was wrong didn't change and it only grew when she could swear that she felt blood running down her leg now. She made it to the door when she collapsed.
Dakota had been heading to the house to see if Iza or Chris needed anything for the day plus she had to speak to Greyson. That was when she seen the door open, and she knew something was wrong the moment that she seen Iza laying there, instantly running to her side. Getting on her phone, she tried to call Chris but no such luck. "Iza, sweetheart. It's going to be okay." She told her. Lifting her head onto her lap as she called 911, getting off the phone with them. "Greyson!" She yelled out, hoping that he was around. "Eloise?! Anyone?!"
That was when Greyson rounded the corner. "What? I didn't --" He didn't even finish his sentence when he noticed his aunt and sister in law. "What can I do?! What happened?!"
"The ambulance won't get here for a bit. Help me get her to the car and then go and find your brother. Tell him to get the hospital as quickly as possible." She watched as Greyson nodded his head and helped her. "Go, now." Seeing him nod, she moved over to the driver side. Fuck the speed limits. They weren't useful right now. Starting the car, she started driving towards town. "Stay with us, Iza. Hold onto to the little one in there."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I may have done that." Chris stated with a small chuckle, hearing Dawson chuckle also as they finished up the fence. They were on the northside of the ranch. Hearing the hooves of a horse, he glanced towards the sound trying to figure out who it could be. When they got closer he noticed it was Greyson. "Works finished already, wonder what's going on."
"Chris!" Greyson yelled out, out of breath.
"Whoa, whoa what's going on?" Chris questioned, looking over at him.
"It's Iza..Aunt Dakota is taking her to the hospital."
Before anything else could be said, Chris jumped on his horse and started riding towards the house. He could feel the others behind him but that didn't matter. He had to get to her. Once he got to the main house, he got off his horse. And ran inside, but stopped when he noticed the blood.
"She said to get the hospital as quick as you can." Greyson told him.
Dawson moved over to Chris. "I'll drive you, let me do this for you, sir. You are in no state to drive yourself."
Chris reached out and grabbed Dawson's shoulder to steady himself since he was closest to him. "Navena, Greyson can you get her and take her to Vivian's or just come to the hospital with her. Please."
"Yeah, okay." Greyson nodded his head, unsure of what to even do with a almost one year but he would figure it out.
"Thank you." Chris moved over to Dawson's truck to the passenger side and got in while Dawson got into the driver seat. They were on the way when they seen it. Dakota's car had collided with another one. "Stop, Dawson." And he did, they both jumped out right away. "Check the other car."
"Yes, sir." Dawson moved over to check on the other drive who looked oddly like Izabela. Checking her pulse, it was faint. "Come on, darlin' no dying today." He told her after he got the door open and got her to the bed of his truck. He went to go and check on Dakota next. "You either, darlin'. You're alright, Kota."
"Iza, get her. I'm fine. Help Chris." Dakota told him, even though she was sure that she had some internal injuries, and she had a cut on her forehead from the stirring wheel and the glass. With his help, she got out of the car and moved over to the passenger side. She would be fine.
Chris opened the passenger side door, and pulled out his wife. "It will be okay, sweetheart. I've got you." Dawson helped him get her to his truck gently and into the backseat. Hanging onto her now, as he felt Dawson get into the car and start driving again. "You'll be fine, baby. I promise. Everything is going to be fine." He muttered, holding her close. "Our future and our children, we are going to watch them together and grow old together. "I love you, hold on baby. I still need you and so does our children. We are almost there. Just stay with us." She opened her eyes briefly. "I love you too, Chris." She managed to get out before passing out again.
Pulling right up to the emergency bay. "Sir, you can't park here." A guy told Dawson. "Shut the fuck up, and help me. There was an accident." When the guy seen he was serious, he got the help that they needed. Getting Iza in right away, the other girl and Dakota. "They are going to be okay, sir. Mrs. Sanders is strong and your aunt, is a pistol." He told Chris.
Chris was pacing, he knew that Dawson was right. He had to be right. Sitting down finally, he put his head into his hands, waiting. He felt Kirklyn put her hand onto his shoulder. "Everything will be okay, Chris." She told him softly, Greyson had texted her and she arrived around the same time that they had.
"Oliver, you can't work on family!" Lucius told him. "That girl is your family." He could see the frustration on Oliver's face. Glancing over at Raphael now. "You know I'm right and she needs surgery and we got the baby out of her but now we need to do surgery on her. We need to make this decision quickly."
"I am in the fucking room." Oliver told them. "I'm in the room." Raphael nodded his head. "Levi will be on stand by for the baby. Antonio is working on the other woman right?" Oliver nodded his head some. "Alright, let's move quickly people. We don't want to lose either of them." After the plan was ready, they wheeled the woman into surgery.
Vivian came after Greyson got her and so did Elijah. "Any word yet?" She questioned, looking over at Chris and Kirklyn. Watching her younger sister shake her head. Elijah sitting on the other side of Chris now.
"We're losing her!" Lucius yelled out. "We need more blood." They had gotten the baby out, and now they were trying to Izabela's life. The baby seemed be okay, but in the NICU along with the other baby.
Hours seems to past, and still nothing. Friends seemed to stop by including the Hamilton's. Offering up anything to help. But Chris just felt numb like he couldn't handle any of it without her. Jessica had showed up as well and so did Eloise.
Lucius moved out of the room now, they lost her. "How did it go?" Antonio questioned looking over at him for a moment. "We lost her. Now I have to go and destroy a founding family's members family. We managed to save their son though. You?"
Antonio looked over at him for a moment. "I'm sorry, Lucius. She's fine, no idea if she is going to wake up. I don't think we have the resources to hold a comatose woman here though. So she might have to go into Charleston if she doesn't wake up. She had no id on her or anything. But she was married so maybe someone is missing her."
"I'm going to--I'll tell my brother." Oliver told Lucius. "It might be better hearing it from me." He stated, nodding towards the other surgeons, who just patted his shoulder on the way by. Moving out into the family waiting room.
"Ollie? What happened?" Chris asked right away, standing up and going over to him. "Can I go and see her and my son?" He questioned but then he saw the look in Oliver's eyes.
"Chris...we did everything that we could--" Oliver told him. "No, no. Iza is fine. She's fine." Christopher interrupted him. "Chris, we lost her." The next thing Oliver felt was Chris collapsing into his arms, crying uncontrollable. Their mother came over, and so did the rest of his siblings to hug in closely.
They seemed to stand like that for an hour but in reality it had been ten minutes before everyone pulled away. "I need to see her." Chris told him, Oliver nodded his head and led him to the room that held the body. "You might not be able to recognize her because of the car accident. I'll give you a few minutes." He moved out of the room, and leaned against the wall.
"Dawson, this was my fault." Dakota told him softly. "I was driving to get here quickly. I wasn't able to stop on time and the other car just came out of nowhere." She felt his arms go around her. "Oh, sweetheart this isn't your fault." He told her softly, holding her even closer now. "He's a strong man, he will figure out everything. Everyone will be there for him."
Moving over to the table, Christopher took her hand. "You can't leave me. Come back, I still need you, our children need you. We can just go home, I want to take you home and have everything be okay." He told her softly, as if she could still hear him. Leaning down, he kissed her head gently. "Please don't leave me. Please. Come back, baby." He was crying again. "I'm not strong enough to do this without you. I love you, Izabela Sanders and I'm going to love you all of my life."
It was an hour and Chris didn't move, Oliver moved back in and moved over to him. "Come on, Chris. They need to move her body." He told him softly, wrapping an arm around him to move him out of the room. "Let's go and see your son." Oliver helped him walk down to the NICU. Heading inside, he went over to his son and picked him up. "I've got you, daddy is here, William and I'm not going anywhere." He told him softly, kissing his head.
Christopher held his son close to him. "Daddy's not ever going anywhere." He placed him back down in the basinet and then moved over to wall and sliding down it. Starting to cry once again. Jessica moved into the room, finding Christopher there, she sat down next to him and wrapped an arm around him. "It's okay, baby boy. Let it out." They both knew the pain now, of losing their soulmate.
CIS-MALE, HE/HIM. Hey, is that MIGUEL GOMEZ, no that is just JUAN ORTIZ around Turtle Bay. I heard they are 34 years old, and their birthday is AUGUST 20, 1991. They rest their heads in the OCEANSIDE but they can mainly be found working as CHEF AT THE PIER & CHEF AT FIESTA EN FAMILIA. Some say they are LOYAL, CURIOUS, DEPENDABLE and can be SECRETIVE, VEGENGEFUL, DISTANT. If they had a theme song it would be, EMERGENCE - SLEEP TOKEN. I hear they are NEWCOMER either way Turtle Bay is home and welcomes you!
BASICS:
full name: Juan Angel Escobar Ortiz
age: 34
dob: August 20, 1991
hometown: Bogotá, Colombia
current location: Turtle Bay, South Carolina
neighborhood: Oceanside
occupation: Chef at The Pier & Fiesta En Familia
gender: Male
pronouns: He/Him
sexuality: Pansexual
relationship status: Taken by Taryn Murphy
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
face claim: Miguel Gomez
hair color: Dark Brown
eye color: Brown
height: 5′ 8
weight: 206 lbs
build: Athletic
tattoos: None
piercings: None
FAMILY:
Mother: Adella Escobar; Deceased
Father: Felipe Escobar
Siblings: Sisters & Brothers
Children: None
Pet(s): None
Significant Relationship(s): tba
BIOGRAPHY: (tw: Death)
Juan was born to Adella and Felipe Escobar, Felipe was apart of the cartel but he was so far deep into it that there was no way that Escobar family could leave it, hell they actually ran it. All through his life he had the best education, best of everything that money could buy along with bloodshed. This way his sisters didn't have to deal with what was going on, he worked his ways through the ranks.
As much as his mother hated it, Juan worked for his father while getting his education. During a date night for Adella and Felipe, Adella was murdered by a rival family. One of his brother's also got gunned down on the same night. His father took revenge and got deeper into everything. Juan saw this as a way, a chance for him to take his sisters and get out of all of this.
Little did he know, he would be approached by the Anti-Narcotics Directorate and the police to help them take down his father. Naturally he was unsure if he wanted to do this. It was his father after all. The pressure between his father and the DIRAN was enough pressure to make Juan snap.
Instead of working for the DIRAN, Juan devised his own plan, one that he ended up pulling off on his own. He started stealing money from his father, hiding it in offshore accounts and stashing cash. Wanting to make sure they would be comfortable. Somehow he managed find two girls and two males that matched his sisters, his brother and his own height and weight, luckily for him they had just died recently, so Juan burned off their finger tips, and broke their teeth out just to make sure no one would actually know they were someone else, and he found someone that looked like him and did the same. Leaving behind everything that they possible could, Juan made it look like these were his siblings and himself.
Leaving Colombia behind, Juan took his sisters and fled to the United States. Taking on odd jobs as he could this way his sisters could get the education they were used to. Which they ended up getting that education and that lifestyle thanks to the money that Juan had stolen. He even got a degree in cooking, it was one of the few things that he loved and made him think of his mother. Naturally Juan made sure their papers were legit. He kept them moving around, ending up in Turtle Bay. He feels like it is safe enough for now.
Something, something Gwen's ghost having a major part to play in how long it took Peter and MJ to properly get together because he wouldn't deal with his trauma and kept rolling with caregiver fatigue of his aunt and the city. This is exacerbated by the discovery of the Gwen Clones that Warren/Jackel had. seeing them in varying states of progression/ dissection d/t Warren's obsession with her is very very traumatizing.
The clone saga is something I need to work into my headcanons, but the mind games as well as narcissism and manipulation that the Jackel presses onto Peter, in my head anyway, regarding the experiments at OsCorp and how that he put two and two together about the spide which makes Peter no longer a person, but military breeding stock which validated Warren/Jackels' motives to make not only clones of Peter ( Ben and Kaine respectively) but to further make clones of Gwen where none of them turn out 'perfect' because Jackel can't comprehend the reality of her, only his fetish.
Just the idea of all of that is something I need to put on paper because it is a whole mindfuck for Peter and the closest he's come 2ndary to his Uncle's Murderer to killing anyone.
And he just doesn't know what to do with all of the bodies of Gwen. She's been dead for a while now, yet here she is in varying stages of agony.
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[ ana de armas | cisfemale | she/her | thirty ] —— welcome to grimrose, CAMILIA PÉREZ. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a NEWCOMER who has been in town for ONE YEAR, especially since you spend most of your days as an EDITOR & JOURNALIST AT GRIMROSE POST? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little REPRESSED more than you are ALLOCENTRIC but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY by THE VERVE and a worn out beanie, ink stained fingernails with coffee stained sleeves, dark circles and a heavy heart, a corner full of stacked journals, nostalgia everytime she sees her now daughter, hope to see you around, MILA.
full name: camilia pérez
age: thirty
dob: april 2nd
place of birth: roswell, new mexico
current location: grimrose, new hampshire
gender: cis-female
sexuality: bisexual
pronouns: she/her
religion: it’s complicated
occupation: editor journalist at grimrose post
finances: comfortable
spoken languages: english can read spanish
pinterest & connections
& the story so far
Raised by a single-father because her mother left them when she was only 5. Camilia’s father was always the hardest worker in the room and instilled the sense that hard work means everything into young camilia’s brain.
She learned rather quickly how to take care of herself due to the long hours her father worked, and spent most of her time studying or her nose in books to get her out of her town. Her father constantly telling her she needed to do better than what he did.
Got a full ride scholarship to a college in chicago and milia had her bags packed and was out of new mexico faster than you could blink.
In college she finally felt like she was on the right track to being who she was meant to be especially when she met winnie. The girl was quite literally camilia’s better half and without her mila had no idea where she’d be. Winnie got her out of her head and brought her into the world, taught her to look at life through ‘the glass is half-full’ glasses.
Through winnie mila met danny and jesse and while winnie & danny’s attempts at trying to match the latter and her up didn’t work they were like a family and that was enough for mila besides relationships definitely scared the girl.
After graduating, Mila immediately took a job in Chicago as an investigative journalist. She stayed for a year before moving toNew York to work at New York Times. Her life was solely her work until winnie called to tell her she was expecting. Over the moon for her friends she couldn’t have been happier. promising that she’d always be there for her friend's child, and after meeting little iris camilia knew she hadn’t lied.
TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH Life was going great and then the dreaded call came that her best friends had passed. Her whole world changed overnight. Resigning from the times and packing her bags to move to grimrose, new hampshire to be a parent. Camilia picked up a job at the local newspaper and while it wasn’t as fancy as her old job it’s slow and steady which is maybe what she needs.
other facts !
super career motivated, but is trying really hard to take a step back and not let it consume her world.
She comes off stoic but wears her heart on her sleeve.
definitely a big pessimist at heart even if she’s currently a ‘glass half-full’ person.
Hasn’t actually begun to grieve her friend's death & is throwing all of her focus into iris so she is definitely overdo for a big cry.
Was obsessed with ufo’s and aliens when she was younger because of where she grew up.
will be your biggest cheerleader if you need one.
Has always dreamed of being an author & has a novel in the works, but is terrified of actually publishing it.
the idea of having a family terrified her, but now that she's doing it she's still mortified that she will screw it all up.
camilia volunteers at the animal shelter to get her daily dose of serotonin and is very very tempted to adopt a kitten.
burns water, absolutely cannot cook to save her life so anytime she hosts she orders food beforehand. no one’s caught on to her act.
