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[†] —OPEN ▒

❚❙❘ — it wasn’t a real voodoo doll, it was just hair, and twine, and straw. there were herbs wrapped into the center for scent, and a draw of pigs blood across the face for dramatic effect. this was nothing more than a tourist trap doll, something that they wanted to show off. that, or what he sold the kids eager to get back at their teachers, or babysitters. most people wouldn’t know the difference.

❝ this here what you’s lookin for you? careful, voodoos a powerful thing yeah. ❞

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We had the same feelings at opposite times 

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bruh. but if ethan had a hella thot ass girlfriend. smackin lips and shaking her head when he be summoning demons ‘n shit and she just ‘aw hell no you got me fucked up’

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honestly i just need a plot in my life where ethan accidentally summons a spirit/demon that becomes adorably obsessed with him like, don’t you look at that human girl and three days later the girl is found without eyes and just mangled af. and then like oh you feel like you’re being watched no it’s not me i swear im not standing over you while you sleep haha who would even do that im a demon i have better things to do don’t look at me like that while they’re blushing the same color as the heat of a thousand suns.

all the while he’s just like ? who are you where did you come from, and they’re all torn between being like OH IM JUST A NORMAL HUMAN and “you accidentally summoned me and i’ve been relentlessly stalking you and killing anyone that looks at you hope thats ok.”

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protip 001 if you’re ever low on muse, want to dive deep into the depths of your character, or otherwise just like answering prodding and/or emotional questions, just whisper my name into the winds and i’ll come ruin you a little. * a little may be a lot, depending on how well i know your character honestly.

protip 002 if you don’t like suffering and agony you followed the wrong dude. because the only thing i like more than writing my character, is forcing painful muse on other characters.

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❚❙❘ — the sky was freckled with a thousand brilliant stars, shining silver against their deep blue background. the moon was full and swollen, leaving the world beneath illuminated in an ominous glow. ethan used this night to his advantage, sitting on a stump with his focus settled. another stood across from him, waiting for the magic to happen. calling on the spirits was never a quick a process as people expected.

❝ naw’ you gon be able ask y’questions but i can’t assure any answers, ❞ and even if the spirits cooperated, the answers weren’t always pleasing. ethan glanced up from his bare arm to the patron across, ❝ an’ i tell you once i be cuttin m’arm open ‘ere for y’ i ain’t doin no refunds. ❞ the blade twirled a time in his hand, a bowl placed on a rock below. ethan shuffled to the edge of the stump and let the tip dig in, opening his flesh and letting the red flow forth.

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[†] — melancholicgrace ▒

Convenient– Vianney planned on doing just that, with or without the other’s blessing. Mouth firming somewhat, she threw him an apprehensive look before turning her attention to the surrounding odds and ends, calloused fingertips grazing over various surfaces.

❚❙❘ — this was bound to be another spend an hour in the store and buy nothing kind of person. he didn’t mind the occasional onlooker, or curious soul but, it became tiring to be nothing more than a museum.

                       ❝ we ain’t open much longer,                             i got some things over right                             that might be what y’lookin at.❞

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             “Yeah, I’m from New York and we don’t have a lot of goats there. Though I have seen rats big enough to pass as small goats. Like I’ve seen those things carry away whole pieces of pizza. And not just like cheese. I’m talking like deluxe. Scary world we live in, man.” Clarence said before looking up to see the sign across the street flash the image of a man walking. 

             He walked beside the stranger quiet for a moment before he asked, “Are you going to eat him? I don’t think he’s a pet or anything with the way you’ve got him thrown over your shoulder.”

❚❙❘ — ethan wasn’t much of a conversationalist; despite being a salesman of sorts. he was charming, albeit a little bizarre, and truly most people just annoyed him and caused more trouble than their worth. there was nothing but a faint nod to the mans story of rats running wild; wasn’t as much of an issue here, too many predators lurking around, and wild cats running the roads.

❝ nah, ❞ his feet carried him across the walk, the goat laying firmly over his shoulder, looking around with as much confusion as a goat would in such a situation. ❝ he gon’ be a lawnmo’r, hear they do a good job.  ❞ it was half true, he’d heard good things about letting goats to a lawn.

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Leaving his hometown of Dorchester for investigations has become more frequent. Patrick hates having to leave his daughter behind for any period of time. Part of it has to do with the usual paternal concerns, but most of it still stems from deep rooted paranoia. Amanda was abducted once as a child. Patrick remembers more about the kidnapping than Amanda, considering how young she had been at the time. As irrational as it may be, who’s to say that Amanda couldn’t be kidnapped again if she was already taken once? 

Patrick shoves the fear aside. Focus. He’s gotta focus. Patrick’s in this place for only one reason: to investigate the ongoing youth disappearances spanning over the past few months. Kids ranging from middle to high school, crossing over different socioeconomic backgrounds, ethnicities, and genders. Anyone who knows anything about abductions know that the likelihood of hostage survival is almost an impossibility after three days. But the families who have reached out to Patrick are desperate to even at least have bodies found. Patrick still has to believe that they’re alive though. The feds he’s worked with in the past call him naive for such thinking, but it’s what keeps him going in this line of work.

Patrick has been looking around in this shop for the past few minutes. He knows it’s past closing time. But Patrick prefers operating ‘unconventionally’. There are some things that can only be unburied at night. The man halts when he hears a voice calling out to him. Patrick looks over, hands up in surrender.

“It won’t take long, I swear, sir. I apologize for the late night visit, but it’s rather urgent.” His Boston accent is sharp, the articulation running fast. “My name is Patrick Kenzie,” he introduces while holding his hand out. “I’m looking into the recent child disappearances. Would you mind answering a few questions? I’m still trying to get familiar with this place.”

❚❙❘ —  the moment that ethan catches a look at the man his stomach flips. as annoying as tourists were, he really liked them more than he liked the company of a law enforcement officer, for any reason. he’d not introduced himself as anything of the sort, but he dripped with the same sort of cocky aura that most of them had. maybe not your every day beat cop, but someone more important. his jaw tightens at the introduction, fingers flex and hold the door with a grip that makes his palms go white. CHILD DISAPPEARANCES; he says. his conscious (not that he has one, not truly, not really, not like others do ) was clear in that respect, but not everything that ethan ran was entirely up to par with the law of the land. he could show documentation on most of what he sold, but surely there were more than a few things that could raise hairs and questions along the necks of normals. this man wasn’t here to run him down and explore his collection of illegally obtained rib bones off corpses long since forgotten to the graves, he was here for answers that ethan was sure he didn’t have. he’d humor the man though, for his own good, not to help some dudley do-right in breaking the case of the missing brats.        ❝ welcome t’aks what y’needin but i ain’t so sure me i’ll be much help to ya.  ❞

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