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Nadia Morales ❁ 24-year-old ❁ Swim Instructor/Lifeguard ❁ Witch
Orla Davis ❁ 24-year-old ❁ Late-Night Radio Show Host ❁ Witch
Eden Prior ❁ 30-year-old ❁ Manager at Maplewood Inn ❁ Witch
Matilda Espinoza ❁ 33-year-old ❁ Trainer ❁ Human
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PEACEMAKER — Season 2 Isabela Merced as Kendra Saunders
"I feel like you're calling my bluff right now," Bowie says, "I'm not as brave as I look." She's torn because on one hand, she really has been thinking about getting it, but on the other she cares too much about her self image to take the risk. "You say they're hot," she points out, "but do you think that I would look hot?" She pinches the skin around her brow, trying to imagine what she might look like if she actually got it done. "What about you? Are you game?" Bowie doesn't want to go through with it alone.
Her face softened at the remark, placing a knowing hand on Bowie's shoulder. "I can't believe you are asking me if you would look hot with a piercing," Orla smirked and went on. "Yes, Bowie, babe, you would look so hot with a piercing, and I think the eyebrow is very you." She always enjoyed the grungy vibe that the other exuded.
"I've always wanted to try out a tongue piercing, but I know I cannot handle that." The idea of someone grabbing her tongue like that made her nauseated. "I'm game, and then afterward, if it really hurts, we can buy some margarita ingredients and the pain will fade away."
Standing next to the other, she looped her arm with hers and faced the door. "But I will only do it if you do it cause I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared."
LOCATION: Castillo’s Boxing Gym WHO: @bitethvhand
Who would have thought Diego would have managed to stay ever so busy in the small quaint town of Cardinal Hill? Not even Diego could have predicted he would have a little misunderstanding with Dimitri, the mystery person in his brother’s life. Nor could he have foreseen he would have run in with Elian, a man he crossed during his travels. Things certainly were a lot more exciting than he could have anticipated, especially for a man who was trying to remain invisible.
But today was the day that he decided to give his little sister a surprise that he was in town hoping no one had told her yet. Pulling up in his beat old car, he looked in his rearview mirror to take a glimpse. For a man living out of his vehicle the last few weeks he looked spectacular although a little worn in the eyes, but he figured his charisma would make up for any extra lines around his eyes.
As he made his way in, he noticed his sister right away. It may have been ages since the two have physically seen each other, but he could pinpoint her in any line up. Diego stood there quiet, a certain brotherly pride as he watched his younger sibling work. At least she was making an honest living. After a few moments, he strolled over towards her.
“You know, questioning if I can still take you in a boxing match.” Diego teased as he closed the space between them to give his sister a hug. “Thought I would come by and surprise you since I’m in town and all.” As he released her from his arms, he smiled. “So where is a good place to get something to eat and catch up?”
The sight of her brother made her dizzy. It wasn't the normal feeling she got when seeing family, but with the arrival of Haruki and Olive so recent, it was what took over. But then Diego hugged her, and the world felt a little steadier. The two siblings smiled at each other, and at first, she wasn't sure what to even say, her mind still reeling from different conversations, but at his mention of talking and food, she softened. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Wait, don't answer that, actually, because I'm sure it's a story." A smirk covered her lips. "Let me get someone to close up, and we can head to the Emerald Dragon. They can make the General Tso's really spicy; you'll love it."
It had been so long since Matilda and Diego had been in the same room, and yet, as always, no time felt as if it had passed. Cardinal Hill was the last place she could imagine seeing her brother again. Last she knew, he was in New York City, the exact opposite of where she chose to settle. Questions whirled through her mind as she handed the keys off and made her way back to her older brother.
"It's so weird seeing you exist in such a cozy town. Are you sure you are in the right place?" Matilda meant to keep the question in, but her filter wasn't the best these days.
The library was one of the few places in Cardinal Hill that Elizabeth quite quickly got herself refamiliarized with upon moving back to town. She loved libraries; no matter where you were, be it a small town like this one, or a big city like Seattle, in which she had lived previously, the feeling that she gained from being inside of a library was never different. It was comforting, the silence, the smell of books, the shared experience of leaving your world for another right in between the grand four walls.
As things began to feel... dark in Cardinal Hill - again - Elizabeth found herself seeking out comfort more than ever. Was moving back here the right thing to do? No matter how scary it was all beginning to feel, she couldn't resist the pull that this town had on her, and she felt the need to wait it out, to hold on either until the situation resolved or... ended. It was a bleak thought, and that was one of the reasons why Elizabeth had escaped to the library today.
She was lost in the world of Stephen King's Derry, Maine, - the setting of her newest and thus far regrettable choice of IT - when she heard Matilda's voice. She looked up, glad for the distraction. "Oh," she nodded, closing her book over her bookmark. "I think so." She'd never been brave enough to go through with searching the archives for the news of her late family's deaths, but she had gotten close enough to feel sure that she could at least point the other in the right general direction. "Like, the newspaper archives and similar, right?" She confirmed.
Glancing at the book in the other's hands, Matilda smiled sheepishly, realizing that she had interrupted a good read. Ever since running from Olive, the book had not been a first, second, or last choice. A bunch of kids being tortured by some clown man? Absolutely not. Still, she had remembered in her other life, the one that felt just in her grasp of getting back, when she was able to read such books and not relate deeply to the terror. "Yup, exactly, I need to find newspaper articles, it's something I've never done before, so not even sure where to start, but hopefully I can figure it out."
How does one start to piece together what happened to the cult she escaped five years ago? It was something she never really came to terms with: the fact that she wasn't helping the world, but instead was just someone's pawn. Each time she thought about it, her anger flared. Doing her best to push that feeling aside, Matilda took a deep breath as if to burn out the fire that raged inside her chest. She'd been robbed of so many memories, moments with her daughter and the man she had planned to marry, and it made her irritable each time she remembered what could've been.
"I've only been in this library a few times, to be honest."
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The feeling that radiated through her body as he wiped the tears from her cheeks was something she hadn't felt in years. The warmth it created grew from her cheeks down into her toes, and if she hadn't been so on guard, Matilda would've visibly shivered. Haruki had this effect on her every time, and before she had found safety in it, but now she worried as the feeling diffused. Because even though he said he didn't hate her, she still couldn't help but feel that maybe he was just in shock. That once it died down, he would be upset.
For the last five years, Matilda had made a habit of beating herself up for leaving them. Always wanting to run back to the cozy home they shared at the compound, but then she remembered the leader's face, the way he looked at her with so much animosity and fury, causing her to wipe the idea away as quickly as she had the thought. It stopped her every time, and yet here Haruki was, standing right in front of her as if it were the first day they met. He had been brave and made the choice to reunite, something she was far too afraid to accomplish.
Placing a soft kiss on his knuckles, she took his hand in hers and led him to where she lived. Right above the gym was a very small apartment, one she had done her best to make feel like home, but it never did. Matilda knew it wouldn't feel that way until she had the two people she considered her only solace in view, and now they were here. Once Haruki and she stepped foot in the doorway, it felt as if the room had brightened, and it made her heart leap out of her chest.
"I started living here a few years ago, when the owner of the gym had gotten too old to take care of the place. It never felt like home, though. Nothing has felt complete since I ran." Her voice was trembling at the last part. "The two of you have never left me. I feel you both all the time." She remembered breastfeeding Olive, the satisfaction of getting her to latch so quickly, and the sleepy noises she made as she suckled. She remembered how Haruki felt, too, the way his hands always found her hips when he entered the room. All of these phantom feelings haunted her every move.
Closing the door behind them, she then made her way to the kitchen area, taking some glasses out of the cabinet and pouring them both some water. When she turned to face him again, she couldn't help but ask. "Is it over? Did the group finally fall apart? How are you here?" The questions spilled out of her at a fast pace, causing her eyes to widen and her heartbeat to quicken.
Despite wanting the answers, she was also terrified of what it would lead to.
This wasn't Jesse's element at all. He wasn't someone that went to the library, of all places — had never been a scholarly type, had barely graduated high school as it was. College had never been in the cards, either. So books and shit, weren't exactly his forte and truth be told, he had no idea how to navigate its system or figure out the real reason what he expected from this visit today.
Panic, that's what it was. These past few months, the man had already been on edge and ill at ease because of whatever was going on in Cardinal Hill. The strange notes, the stranger weather, now dead bodies starting to pop up? All of this, of course, happening in the midst of a baby soon coming into this world. How in the fuck was he supposed to handle that and this other shit?
He wandered into the library for two different reasons — protection, and knowledge. What he thought he'd find out about magic here, he didn't know, couldn't even figure out how to even search for books on the subject. Before Jesse even knew it, however, he'd found himself in the parents section, pulling other books off the shelf instead. Like How to be a Dad 101 or Parenting Tips or So You're Going to be a Father? — various titles of this nature, until there were too many to struggle with. As Jesse carried the haul towards the reception desk to, he supposed, check them out, some woman stopped him. "Uh," his chin rested lightly on the top of the books, staring back at her with an obviously clueless look, "I don't work here, lady. I couldn't even find what I needed."
Well, not about magic, anyway.
With wide eyes, Matilda looked to the person before her and quickly clocked his distress. It wasn't until she eyed the books in his hands that she understood. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, guess I am not really paying attention. I thought maybe you were taking all these books back or something...." Trailing off, she wasn't sure what to say next. Sure, she is a mother, but she was also aware that she barely raised her daughter. It filled her with mixed emotions, and that was why she came here to find out what happened to the compound she had left so many years ago.
After leaving Haruki and Olive, she steered clear of anything parent-related, unable to stomach the sight of other families as they enjoyed their lives. Matilda fell into a depression so deep she wasn't sure she would ever leave, and honestly, she wasn't sure she was out of it. Time had made her colder, scared to tap into emotions in case the rest would come flooding out.
"What are you looking for? Cause sometimes a book doesn't really tell you everything you need to know about bringing a tiny human into the world."
Roman smiled again as she offered to help him. He was always the type to lend a helping hand to others -- but to be fair, he often told himself, he didn’t have as many pressing needs on his time as other people might. He didn’t have a partner or children (he pushed away the familiar little pang as the thought crossed his mind). His work day technically ended mid-afternoon, although as any teacher would attest, that didn’t mean their work was done. Still, maybe he had more free time than most, and so it didn’t cost anything for him to go out of his way to help.
“If you don’t mind,” he said, offering her another smile. “Thank you.” He shifted some of the bags her way, trying to choose ones that weren’t stuffed too full. They weren’t so heavy, considering it was mostly just clothes, but they were cumbersome. “My car is just at the corner,” he said, nodding with his chin. “We can put them in the backseat.”
She'd been spending her days wandering around aimlessly, unsure of what she wanted with her life. This was a new feeling for her. Orla was the type of person who knew the steps she was willing to take, but ever since the murders and Koda's return, that had dimmed. Because of this, she was now offering help to strangers and taking on several tasks at once. Being busy meant she couldn't think about it.
Taking the bags Roman offered, she tilted her head with a soft smile. "Lead the way." He gave her the ones that weren't stuffed to the brim, and normally, she would find offense in that, but looking at the other, she knew it wasn't because he thought she was weak; he was simply being kind. She'd often mistake people's kindness as some type of snub or threat, but she wanted to turn a new leaf. Be the type of person who doesn't always assume someone was out to get her.
"What grade do you teach?"
Opal had already loved the library. It was so quiet, so slow-paced, that if there was any noise -- the kids’ reading hour, for example -- it was softened and muffled, something she could push to the back of her mind. She sat curled up in one of the chairs nestled among the shelves, a stack of books at her feet. She couldn’t check out all of them at once, so she was trying to decide by reading the first few pages and seeing what grabbed her. The problem was that they all looked good.
But eventually, she realized she needed to get home and make dinner. So she just grabbed a couple of books, put the rest back, and headed toward the front. She paused as someone spoke to her, so startled she nearly dropped the books in her arms. Opal blinked uncertainly as the woman spoke, her brow furrowing as she thought.
“Um…” She cleared her throat. “I think they’re downstairs.” She pointed behind her toward a set of stairs tucked in the corner. “But um…I’m not sure, I’ve never been down there.” She smiled a little, nervously, but attempting to make a joke. “That could just be…um, the basement, for all I know.”
Matilda took a step back, realizing that normally the people who worked at the library wore name tags, and the person before her wasn't. "I should've suspected they'd be in some creepy basement... Sorry about stopping you like that. I should've looked a bit harder when trying to find someone who works here."
She was far more jumbled than normal, unable to keep her brain from bouncing around to several different thoughts at once. It'd been so many years since seeing her daughter, and to see how much time had passed, how much Olive had grown without Matilda, it made her feel guilty. "Do you mind coming with me? I just realized that I am going to need some emotional backup for this task. You don't need to do anything, and I'll save the waterworks for later, but I just need another person around..."
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Admittedly Bowie was a little startled when someone approached her. It felt kind of sudden and she couldn't help but wonder if she looked like a librarian that day. She's curious to know the woman's thoughts, particularly on her outfit, but she can read the room and knows it's not the best time to ask questions about her appearance.
"Are you talking about that machine that shows newspapers in it?" she asks, unsure if she's hitting the mark. With all that's been going on recently, Bowie wonders if there's any significant reason for her interest in the archives. "What are you looking for?" she asks, letting her nosiness get the best of her, "shit, sorry... if you don't mind."
"Oh, sorry, you don't work here. Sorry, my mind is moving much faster than normal, so I'm a bit off, but you are right, that's exactly what I'm looking for." Matilda was in a spiral, one that she would gladly admit to being in when messing with people's day. For the five years she'd been in Cardinal Hill, she'd kept to herself, trying to get by, and now she was forcing herself out of that hollow shell.
A soft smile grew on her lips as she shrugged. "I don't mind. Honestly, I am trying to figure out how the father of my child and her are in my life again because when I left them, that didn't seem like a possibility. I'm really hoping that I didn't mess up their lives by being a selfish asshole."
Her eyes grew wide as she realized everything that had just been spoken. Matilda hadn't gotten much sleep since seeing Haruki, once the night fell she went over and over runing away. "So those archives...." Trailing off, she began to look around the room for any sign of what she was looking for, while also doing her very best not to be embarrassed.
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"Is this one of them places that treats Halloween like it's some kind of godsend?" he asks, slipping an unlit cigarette between his lips, "why's that?" It's not even October yet and he's already seeing Halloween decorations fill the windows of the local shops. He blows through about a half dozen towns each year, so he's used to the way many small towns celebrate Halloween, but he's always disinterested in their yearly festivities.
It was so easy to tell when someone hadn't lived in Cardinal Hill that long; they'd look around and see a spectacle, which Nadia did understand. Because if you didn't either love it here or grow up around it, then the whole Halloween being celebrated like this seemed strange. Turning to face the stranger, she shook her head and laughed. "I will say, you came to the wrong place if you aren't really into this season."
"Cardinal Hill is the kinda place that will find any reason to be festive. If you are around near Christmas, then you're really in for it."
Maxine wasn't usually at the station at that time of the day, but lately it had felt like her head wasn't screwed on properly. She had been jittery, anxious, spacey, and lacking a good nights sleep for the longest bout of time that she had ever experienced; she couldn't remember the last time that she had slept through the night without the most awful and jarring nightmares disrupting it. But still, she soldiered on - only not without a few more obstacles to tackle compared to usual.
She was in desperate search of her car keys that day, her yellow Volvo remaining in the car park since the night before, when Maxine had had to catch a ride with a co-worker in order to get home upon realising that her keys were nowhere to be found. As much as she knew that she could blame the stress of recent events, she was still struggling to not feel like a complete failure for getting herself into that predicament. "Hm?" She instinctively asked as she turned to see who the voice belonged to, only then processing the other's words. "Oh, sorry, I'm just looking for my keys. Apparently they decided to grow legs and take off last night," she sighed defeated.
Orla blinked slowly, still waking up despite her alarm going off several hours ago; it felt as if she'd just gotten out of bed. "Maxine? Oh, sorry about the attitude, I'm not fully myself yet..." Trailing off, she let out a soft laugh. "And yes, I am aware that even when I'm awake, I can still be an ass."
She wasn't fully present, so many different events had her spiraling, and it was becoming difficult to feel grounded. The Carnival was just an added dark cloud that seemed to be following her every move. "Where did you last see these walking keys of yours?" Orla's eyebrow arched; she'd noticed the Volvo still being nicely parked in the lot on her way out last night but hadn't seen Maxine anywhere. "Do you think someone gave them to the receptionist?"
"Maybe they will take up my idea about a lost and found!"
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Addie ducked a low-hanging branch as she stepped onto the winding path, boots crunching against a carpet of fallen leaves. The air smelled like smoke from someone’s fireplace and wet earth; and for a moment, she allowed herself to just breathe it in. It felt like she hadn’t really been here in years despite having walked these paths plenty of times since returning to Cardinal Hill. The only difference, however, was this was her first autumn back in town, her first chance to see the leaves change on the trees she once climbed. The park was quiet today—no rowdy kids, no shouting dogs—just the rustle of leaves and the occasional caw of a crow. Her eyes caught Eden, perched against a tree like she hadn’t changed a bit, a book in hand much like back when they were in high school. Addie smirked to herself, feeling that familiar pull of memory, the old sense of ease they’d shared coming from two of the more prominent witch families in town.
“Eden Prior...” She called, letting her voice carry across the small stretch of grass as she stepped closer. “Well, this is… pleasantly predictable.” She teased, leaning back on her heels a little, brushing dirt off the hem of her jeans. “I see some things never change. You and Jane Austen, out here making the rest of us feel like we’re missing the point of life or some shit.”
Eden's nose scrunched as a soft laugh left her lips at Addie's comment before closing her book and placing it near the tree. She had always wondered how people viewed the world without the words of Jane Austen constantly playing in their heads. Walking closer to the other, she shrugged before smiling. "I promise that isn't the intent, even though I do think there is nothing more fall than reading a good book under a changing tree."
Moments like these, when the present felt so close to the past, she would feel as if her body wasn't fully hers. Like she was simply floating around, instead of her feet being planted on the ground. Her mother said it was just extreme deja vu, but Eden had always felt it was something more. Being here with Addie, she could smell the school halls again, hear the kids shuffling around her in a hurry. "How have you been? It's been so long since I've seen you."
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"Do you think I would look stupid with an eyebrow piercing?" Bowie asks, pinching the side of her eyebrow. She wonders this every time she passes by the tattoo parlor, but it's the first time she's voiced it out loud. "I just don't know if I could pull it off." It's been years since she had any piercings done. She's lucky they all healed considering half of them were done at sleepovers while she was still in high school. "They look busy anyway," Bowie observes, "maybe another time." Probably not, though.
Despite Orla's furrowed brows, she couldn't help but smile at Bowie, stopping in their tracks. The two stood in front of the tattoo parlor. "No, you would not look stupid, eyebrow piercings are hot." She walked closer to the store's window and peered in, noticing that there was one person who had no customers. Smirking, Orla turned to face Bowie. "If you've been thinking about it for a bit, maybe you should do it? I mean, you can always take it out if you don't like it. I could finally get my septum done, put in one of those cute little gold nose rings that you can barely see..."
She trailed off to gauge how her friend felt about this. Orla wasn't one to push people, especially when a needle was involved. "Do you wanna try it?"
