cursedthcrns

a mumu blog for fariytalefm

[cursedthcrns]

cursedthcrns is a mumu blog affiliated with @fairytalefm; mature themes will be present, dni

Riley-Rose Thorne || Intro || Pintrest || Connections || Ryder Easton || Intro || Pintrest || Connections || Alana Voss || Intro || Pintrest || Connections ||

[thatwildlife]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟJUHI HADN'T REALLY wanted to come to the funeral. She wasn't very good at feelings, but now, seeing all of these brokenhearted people, maybe it was alright to have a little bit of emotion. Turning to face her, Juhi bit the inside of her lip. "Did you know her well?" she asked, wanting to know more about the situation. "She came into the bakery for pastries every now and then with a smile, but that's all I knew of her." Maybe if she tried a little bit harder to make friends, life wouldn't be so difficult or so focused on her career. She needed a little more excitement.

[cursedthcrns]

Riley gave the woman a somber nod. "She was my best friend." Riley made friends with just about anyone, but she had a few she held nearer and dearer, and Gabby was one of them. "She volunteered at the hospital that I now work at; that's how we met years ago when I was touring for residency." The story brough a warm smile to Riley's face. "That sounds like my Gabby, always had a smile, always so kind." They were a lot alike in that way. "She was amazing; she didn't deserve any of this."

[thatwildlife]

☆ﾟ*·ﾟMACK COULDN'T HELP the chuckle that left his lips. While he'd known Gabby and her dogs, he didn't really know her on a personal level and felt no need to make a speech. While he would miss seeing the dogs, he knew they'd wind up going to a good home. "I've heard too many today. It's making me sleepy." Tilting his head to the side, Mack smirked, reaching for a flask from his pocket. He unscrewed it and held it over to her. "Don't expect this all the time. I'm just not good with funerals, thought this would help. It's strong though, you mind need a mixer."

[cursedthcrns]

Alana took a step closer to the man, sure she had seen him around, but she had yet to interact with the tall drink of water. "Mack, right?" She said as she raised a brow and took a step towards the man. "Hmm, my hero." She hummed as she took the flask from him. She held his eye contact as she tipped it back and took a swig. The liquid burned on her tongue, but she wasn't about to cough it up now. "I'm no good with funerals either; hopefully next time we drink together it's in a better place."

[annevonderpoel]

⸻ Anne did not waste her energy on pretending to be sad about a person she had no idea who it was. She was new in town, and the reason she was there was to extend her network, meeting more people… In this hellish city, she feels in her bones that within two weeks she'd get to meet half of the town. Although she was born in Amsterdam, her early life was spent in small towns, in one of the famous "Venices" of the Netherlands. Not that she remembers much of her early life… Then she rummaged in her purse and got a mini bottle of gin tonic. ❛ I have this… And Jenever. ❜ She showed her fellow co-worker the gin tonic, and she was easily sold by the ad she saw on Instagram, and one famous drink from her homeland.

[cursedthcrns]

Anne hadn't been around long, but Alana had really taken to the girl. Anne was right up her alley in the company she liked to keep. "Oh babe, I'm so obsessed with your fine ass." She said as a wicked smile danced across her face. "Are you willing to share some? I'll make it worth your wild." She said as she waggled her eyebrows at her new friend.

[hcndprints]

“well i thought it was nice,” link shrugged, he knew he wasn’t as close to riley as others in town were but the whole of the city coming together felt like the least they could do since the killer had yet to be found. he let out a quiet huff of amusement, shaking his head as he glanced over at alana. “can’t help you there,” he admitted. “figured showing up sober was probably the better call.” his eyes drifted back toward the gathering for a moment before settling on her again.

[cursedthcrns]

Alana gave a lazy shrug. "I was giving rehursed." She wasn't close to Gabby; she didn't particularly like the girl either. She always seemed so happy and plucky; frankly, it was disgusting. "Hmmm, that's a shame, Link. I always thought a pretty face came along with an edge of danger, but I guess you may be right. It probably was the better call. Look at you having a good influence on me already." She paused as she looked up at him. "So what do you suggest to make this night more... bearable?"

[hcndprints]

link stood beside her in silence for a moment, the crackling fire filling the space between them. his gaze stayed fixed on the flames before drifting to riley, “she deserved better,” he said quietly, the words carrying a weight that didn’t need to be explained. he didn’t know riley well, but she was always nice to him. losing her was a harsh blow to the town. he couldn’t imagine who would have done that to her. “and whoever did this… they’ll answer for it. people like that always make a mistake eventually.”

[cursedthcrns]

Riley could feel the heat from the fire as it warmed the skin on her face. It was a peaceful warmth, followed by the sounds of the crackling embers. "How many people are going to suffer before a mistake is made? Is this our new reality? Living in fear?" She had done that once before; that was the whole reason she ended up in Grimeville all those years ago. "I hate feeling like this." Feeling helpless.

[suchrarities]

sloane couldn't even begin to explain why she had even come. she didn't really know the woman. aside from the bakery, they basically didn't cross paths. maybe it was the love of a bonfire and the love of a crowd. now being amongst it, she wished that she'd just stayed home. " i wish, " she said with an annoyed expression. " it's times like these where i think i need to get a flask. " how ancient. maybe next time she'd toss some rose in a water bottle and call it a day.

[cursedthcrns]

Alana was at least happy she had good company while being here. Sloane was just about the best company you could come by. "For real." Alana let out a groan. "We should go to the club after this, get drunk, and maybe find a guy or two to take for a pleasurable ride." Maybe copious amounts of alcohol would wash away the misery from this onsimble.

[suchrarities]

" a borderline delusional idea if you ask me, " matilda sighs. she could see both sides frankly. giving everyone a chance to mourn together as a community and connect was always an important thing to do. though, all the uncertainty surrounding the situation left a bad taste in her mouth. while matilda only knew gabby at an acquaintance level, she had nothing but positive things to say about her. the loss would leave a profound impact for too many reasons . " i believe they will. just crossing my fingers it's sooner than later. " she couldn't let herself worry. " how are you doing, riley ? "

[cursedthcrns]

Riley shook her head. "It's like they are using her death for their own agenda." She let out an exhale; she had her doubts about the whole event. Riley was always a trusting person, sometimes too trusting. Maybe that was why this was all so jarring for her; could the killer be among them in this very moment? Could it be someone she trusted? Could it be someone she's talked to tonight? Someone shedding crocodile tears for Gabby? "I hope so... all of this just doesn't... sit well." It was anxiety-inducing, not anything else. "I'm hanging in there, as well as I can be. I really miss her."

[viceran]

dara holds an iced sprite in hand as her gaze fixates on the bonfire, the warmth off the fire grazes her skin, she almost catches herself getting lost into it when she's pulled back when an all too familiar hits her senses. she doesn't have to look at him to recognize who's approached her. " lost boys trouble, already at a memorial bonfire? " she piques the question as if she expects this exchange to be professional to which, she would and would have a strong preference for it being so. " i would hope not, that would certainly not be a good look to your club's image. "

@cursedthcrns. ryder. location ... bonfire event.

[cursedthcrns]

Ryder scanned his eyes throughout the crowd; he had been doing so all night. Then came her voice; he turned his head towards her, and the tip of his mouth curved up. "No trouble, not tonight." Though he knew where Jake was, and in the eyes of his lawyer, that might be considered trouble. "You get to take the night off from lawyering, and find something to do to ease your mind." Or maybe someone.

[viceran]

" i never really fancied choir all that much to be honest plus the near combustion on arrival was always a bit of an issue. " it's a dry joke despite never touching that ensemble nor would he had ever. he was too busy with other things he'd heard plenty of times he's either going to hell or prison by those stiffer than boards or simply because it was a judgmental call based on appearances. it was fitting in the moment, he supposed. " i'm good mate, thanks. " unlike some of those in his clientele, he wasn't entirely desperate for it. it'd suffice for a cigarette however, fishing a pack from his pocket, offering one to ryder. " did you know her or are you just paying your respects? "

[cursedthcrns]

Ryder let out a chuckle; that one caught him off guard and was damn funny. "Well, let's hope to keep you away from any churches; this town can only handle one catastrophe." Ryder reached out and accepted the cigarette. He placed it between his lips before using his own lighter to light it. He wondered if smoking a cig was frowned upon too in this setting, though it wasn't going to stop him. "Knew her in passing, but just paying my respects. No one deserves to go out the way she did."

[royaltyruined]

"What's with the pleasantries if you really don't give a damn?" he inquired of the young blonde. There was no judgment; he was just honestly curious. Funerals, memorials, whatever people wanted to refer to them, were always a strange depiction of the realities and fragility of humanity. He knew Gabriela in passing. A kind woman, who could never harm a fly. Was it the wrong place, the wrong time? Or was this a targeted attack? That was what they were all truly wanting to know. "No, I don't. Should have packed yourself something a bit extra, no?"

[cursedthcrns]

"Appearences are everything, Everett," She said as she looked up at him with her hazel eyes. "Take a look around the room." She turned to stand beside him rather than face him. "People only show you what they want you to see. You see him, Aaron Smithwork? He is wearing a nice suit, an expensive watch, and even his socks are name-brand. You would never know that his company went under for fraud, and he is dirt broke." She looked back up at him. "The woman behind you, the crocodile tears, the box of tissues, all an act." This is what she did: she studied people, she learned everything she could about them, and then she ruined their lives. "Hmm, maybe. I didn't pack any, so that's my mistake."

[royaltyruined]

"It's too performative." There was nothing that felt genuine about this gathering. The people who actually cared about Gabby should have gotten together. All of this was a screen to give the town leadership time to scrape a reason for her death, to quell any sort of uncertainty and fear that lay amongst the citizens. A murderer was on the loose, and this incredible woman was the victim of it. "I still can't wrap my mind around any of this. It just doesn't make sense."

[cursedthcrns]

Riley's head hadn't stopped spinning ever since she got the news about her dear friend. But Wren's words hit deep; Riley couldn't find the word for it herself, "Exactly that, damn." Performative. That was the perfect way to explain it. "It doesn't feel real, I'm still waiting for her to call me and tell me it was some mistake or something.. I'm just.. at such a loss."

[vikrant-rao]

What speech? Vik pushed a strand of hair back, casting a quick glance over the crowd to assess how badly he’d misjudged the timing. It was a perverted convenience that someone dying was enough for people to stop keeping tabs on who was horribly late.

"No, it was, err-- magnificent. Deeply moving. I had to step away because of all of the tears," he waved a vague hand over his face, shaking his head and lifting a glass from Alana with a sly smile. "I've got nothing, so give me that and come help me find something stronger. What are you doing here, anyway, besides exhibiting an allergy to human emotion?"

[cursedthcrns]

Alana let out a laugh, "So you weren't paying attention." She said with a shake of her head, "You didn't miss much; it was bland and cry, no real heart to it." Not that she cared either way. "Hmm, what a shame." She said as she looked up at the older man, she cooked her head to the side, "Hmm, I guess I can help you." She dragged at her words and mixed it with that dangerous look, the one that usually ended in her getting what she wanted. "Everybody is here, there wasn't much else to do."

[richardthorn]

When Richard's neck was still healing from the wire, red and visible as he couldn't yet cover it up with collars, the board of Thorn International moved to make it into an opening to temporarily remove him to mentally heal. He'd indulge no such thing, legally contesting it with a psychiatric evaluation from Riley. He still remembers how, despite the fact that he had found the concept of therapy profoundly lacking and endured only enough to say what he assumed were the right things, give her the plausible deniability of declaring him fit and sound. She did not push. Or perhaps he very well was fit and sound.

He told himself the standing appointments after that, despite the fact that he paid for each one and showed up to none, were a courtesy, a quiet gratitude, perhaps an insurance. He chose to not inquire into his mind as to whether that was the full truth.

"If you turn," he offered, shifting his weight to face the sea. "You and I stand by the cliff, not too close to it, overlooking the water. It’s one of those sunsets where the sun is still a complete circle, sitting just above the horizon."

Richard took his time, unsure if Riley would know if he described Grimmsvale staples, how long had she lived here. How long had it been since she last saw, if she ever had?

"The sky nearest it is orange, then pink, then pale blue. I watch the ships every night in the harbour, and this, in fact, doesn't happen too often." He stilled, mulling it over. The bonfire is a bad touch," he conceded, saying it outright, with the faintest trace of amusement. Words came easier, and more readily, when he knew he was not being studied. Not visually, at the least.

"But the rest is a night deserving of being remembered. I'd hope it's more fitting than it first seems."

[cursedthcrns]

Riley didn't believe that he was fit and sound in the slightest bit. There was something in the way that he carried himself that had her raising an eyebrow. But she chose not to press or look into the holes of his story. After all, while she had a feeling he wasn't fit and sound, he never gave her a reason to not clear him. All of his answers were exactly what they needed to be.

Riley-Rose let herself turn with him, letting him guide the way. "Is it really? She would love that." He was doing a good job making her feel better. "It sounds beautiful." She said softly as she tried to remember back to old sunsets she had seen. "I miss sunsets." She said as she leaned her head on his shoulder, "They were always my favorite part of the day." She loved how people would gather and just watch something so beautiful, so untainted. A sunset is the one thing in nature that can't be ruined by human touch.

"I don't like the bonfire." She agreed with him, "It feels too much like a high school party than a memorial. But maybe you are right; the night is still young, though it's all just giving me a headache."

[ircnfists]

for: anyone! (cap 3ish! 0/3) @fairytalefmstarters where: outskirts of kingdom bluffs posted up against his '70 dodge charger

It was late by the time Jake rolled up to the bluffs, hot off some last-minute MC shit that had gone longer—rougher—than expected. His adrenaline still lingered. His knuckles were still split, and the dried blood that wasn't his was still catching beneath the glow of the fire light in the distance. He snagged a beer from the six-pack he'd brought and kicked a boot up to the tire of his car, leaning back against the fender as he took a long, slow pull.

"Wasn't gunna fuckin' miss it," Jake muttered, his eyes fixed over the cliff. He lifted the bottle slightly, then shrugged once, offering them nothing else. "Shit just took longer than it shoulda."

[cursedthcrns]

Ryder was slightly on edge as he waited for Jake to show up. He trusted his best friend to get the job done, and he had never let him down before. But with the news of some new crazed killer on the loose, Ry found himself holding his loved ones a little closer. "Bout damn time." Ryder let out. He held a straight face for a few seconds before the shit-eating grin took over.

"I expect everything went according to plan?" He asked with a raised eyebrow aimed at his enforcer. Ryder reached out, snagged the bottle, and brought it up to his lips. "Guess this makes up for being late," he teased his friend lightly.

[brokenxxwings]

"arent you a charming little spitfire," merlina commented as she heard the other speak. "practically oozing with care for recently departed." she said as she looked around the crowd. sure there was some who must have known them well but she knew them enough to know their name.

still it only made sense to come and show respect, though if it was up to her she would be either at home or at work. her son sat distracted at her feet with her phone before a small smile appeared on her face. "sadly with a toddler in tow, bag space is limited and one of the sacrifices is having to leave the tiny bottles back at home." she quipped.

[cursedthcrns]

Alana clocked the tone immediately: sarcasm. It matched the tone she used in her previous droul. "Hmm," she mused as she tossed the other woman's words around in her mind, "Charming." It was a word she wasn't a stranger to hearing or using. "Unfortunately, I don't have any care for the departed, as doesn't most here. It's sad, really; my concern is what the hell the police are doing about it.

It was her next set of words that had her casting her eyes down. "Oh." She paused; the expression on her face resembled one of someone who just ate something they didn't like. "How... cute." Her words came out forced. "That's so tragic; you of all people probably need it the most." She looked back down at the child and back up at the woman.

[brokenxxwings]

kannika knew of gabby from the times they volunteered together. they were a face she could always count on to see, a friend who she could spend hours talking to and now wonders what was going to happen next. "i want to believe so. is it naive of me to hope that they are going to catch the monster who did this, to prevent it happening to another?"

[cursedthcrns]

Riley shook her head, "I don't think so. I have hope." Because that's all she could hold on to. Even on her darkest days, she always found hope to cling to. It was her lifeline time and time again. "Until they do, I'm not sure I want to be going anywhere alone." And she hated that. In a moment, her independence was ripped from her once again. Because she couldn't see someone following her, or coming to attack.