i want your dreary mondays

[daileygrant]

KAREN !

It was an average night, as average as they came when you lived in Salem and ignored the radio, tv and whispers of mystery and witchcraft. Karen got on with her life as she always had, oblivious to the dangers of the world around her or the fact that there was danger in Salem that may have been a threat to each and every one of them. Things that went bump in the night were ignored, horrible reality blurred and kept out of her little bubble – a world where everything was good, the one she had used growing up too. She slid her rag across the bar humming quietly to herself, the minutes sliding away until closing. She only lifted her gaze to look at the clock, distracted earlier by her own thoughts about what she would do tomorrow on her day off. She paused to look at the person who was sat on a bar stool, twisting the cap back onto a bottle on her side, “Do you want a refill? We’re closing in 30 minutes.”

dailey didn’t usually go to bars, not since new york anyways. night life in salem always seemed so dreary, so dull, when it was compared to the nights out in the big city. usually when she went out in salem, it was to mourn the life she could have been living. it was for feeling sorry for herself and allowing herself to mope. it didn’t happen often -- at least, she tried not to let it to. she looked towards the bartender and nodded her head. “ that’d be nice. ” she glanced towards a clock on the wall and then down at the watch on her wrist, doubly confirming the time. “ i hadn’t realized it’d gotten so late, but then again, i’m used to the bars i like closing later. ” her comment left a stinging feeling on her skin. another reminder of how different salem was to new york.

[daileygrant]

JUNO !

an unlit cigarette dangling from between her lips, juno fished around her bag frantically, as if finding a lighter was a matter of life and death. she’d just gotten off work - a late shift at the bar - but wasn’t quite ready to go home yet. she’d drank her whole shift, shots and drinks with whatever tourist came in looking for a good time, and the idea of stumbling home alone after recent events put her at a distinct sense of unease. “fuck,” she hissed as her bag slid off her shoulder and onto the hard sidewalk, water bottles of vodka and hair ties and loose change clanging on the ground. 

it’s no surprise when dailey spends all day at the bakery. sometimes, she’d be there for sixteen hours, leaving only to sleep for a bit before returning early the next morning. it was her life. she chose it. sometimes, it felt like she was still getting used to it. she tucked her bag under the arm, glancing up at the streetlight then down the street before she began walking. if she was lucky, she’d catch up with juno, her roommate, who usually left work around this time, too. while luck was on dailey’s side, it didn’t seem to be on juno’s. “ jeez, juno, slippery fingers ? ” she reached down to grab some of the things the other girl had dropped, holding them out to her with a smile. “ long day ? ” 

[daileygrant]

a timer on the oven was going off & dailey was in the middle of pulling a tray of bread out of the oven when the bell over the door rang. from the back of the bakery, dailey called out, “ i’ll be out in just a sec’ ! ” she pulled the bread off of the tray, tossing it onto the cooling rack ( her old sous chef used to joke she had asbestos fingers, the way she was able to touch things that had just come from the over ) and she brushed off her hands on the apron tied around her waist. walking to the front, she leaned on the front counter. “ morning, what can i get you ? ” she glanced back towards the tables before saying, “ we’ve got fresh almond croissants that are to die for, if i do say so myself, but some sourdough that would be great for avocado toast, if that’s what you’re into. ” 

[daileygrant]

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[moebender]

Ella Purnell I IntoTheGloss

[daileygrant]

( ELLA PURNELL. CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER. TWENTY-FOUR. ) HEY, IS THAT DAILEY GRANT? I HEARD THEY’VE BEEN IN SALEM FOR TWENTY FOUR YEARS AND THEY’RE WORKING AS A BAKER. LAST I SPOKE TO ‘EM THEY WERE PRETTY +CHIPPER, BUT I HEAR THEY CAN BE -WITHDRAWN TOO. I WONDER IF THEY’VE GOT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS. ( pinterest ) 

hi friends ! i’m bee. i’m twenty-fun, i live in est, and i am really really uninteresting. thankfully, my characters aren’t. without further ado, below the cut is info about my dear dailey.

history

there is a brick building in the center of town covered in ivy. in an ornate script, grant’s is written at the top. in the early morning, the smell of fresh warm bread can be smelled wafting from its windows. in the afternoon, laughter can be heard from where people sit inside the little cafe, laptops and coffee on the tables beside them.

grant’s was there before dailey was born and, should all go well, it will be there after she dies.

dailey grant was born in salem to elizabeth and carson grant. she grew up behind the counter in grant’s, hiding behind grown up’s legs and stealing pastries and tarts when no one was looking. she grew up with flour streaked on her nose and in her hair and on her clothes. she learned how to knead bread when she was twelve, she learned how to bake when she was fourteen. her whole life was her family’s bakery and that’s how she liked it.

when she was eighteen, she left salem to go to culinary school in new york city. it was a whole new world. it was big and bright and beautiful. when her schooling was up, she shocked her family by not returning. instead, she worked at a michelin-star restaurant in the city. she lived in a small flat with two roommates and a cat. it was wild and lovely and it was everything she ever dreamed of.

it changed when her grandfather died when she was twenty-three. she came back to salem for the funeral and for some reason she never left. she took her place behind grant’s counters as its baker. she bakes bread and bakes pastries and it’s her life.

if you catch her at the right time, you can catch her staring out the window. she’s dreaming of new york city. she’s dreaming of the life she could have had. she’s not resentful. she’s resigned. she’s sad. 

still, the bread she bakes is damn good and you’ll be pressed to find better.

tl;dr: wistful salem baker wishes she was in new york.

connections

friends ????? childhood friends ??????

listen i’m a sl*t for romance. give me lovers. give me a boyfriend or a girlfriend. dailey deserves love. she’ll bake for them !!

enemies !!!! someone who can’t stand dailey ! someone dailey can’t stand !!

and they were roommates !!! my god they were roommates !!!

someone who shows dailey the good in salem !!