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* closed starter for : @ilbrghtbck !

“oh.” one hand flips to the next page in the photo album that’s sprawled in her lap, the other holding onto a glass of wine. “oh, wow. you were a... good-looking gentleman.” glances at him from where she’s sat, cross-legged on the sofa. “your hair? smashing. i can definitely see the appeal. dude, those are some refined curls. well done.” takes a sip of the riesling, downing it with a click of the tongue and a satisfied ‘mhhh’ as she goes back to vicariously living through memories that aren’t her own. “aw, i like this one. you all seem so happy. so sweet.” a small smile on the lips, a sense of warmth in her chest. “well, except that guy.” points at the man in question. “he looks like he does not wanna be there.”

#* ( chats // marla . )

dcrkhrses-deactivated20240108

open to all !

danielle remembers the first glen ellen murder like it was yesterday, she hadn't made detective yet and no one would listen to her theories or let her go find any truth in them— she was twenty six and still being treated like some kind of child. not only by the force but her dad, too. now, she's got a lot more freedom, confidence from the higher ups, that she can do what she wants and no one really questions her.

she's stood nearby the pavilion, near the crime scene, trying to picture what happened as it did, why it would happen again, who could have done it... there's too many loose ends at the minute, no real suspects even if there's a few people in town whose innocence she definitely doesn't trust. she just wants answers.

so the next person that passes her is stopped, her desire to find those answers overtaking everything else. " d'you mind if i ask you a few questions ? "

dcvilshaircut

it's been a whirlwind of a night. from getting embarrassingly drunk and almost forgetting her phone at the bar, to actually forgetting her phone in an uber, to finding herself meters away from a literal crime scene where the victim turns out to be someone she sort of knew... it's a lot to take in. luckily audrey's managed to mostly sober up by this point, the smell of margaritas on her breath disguised with the help of a mint, the waterproof mascara she put on around 6 pm last night miraculously still in tact. trying to process the events from the last few hours, she's removed herself from the crowd, about to begin her journey back home when the woman stops her. "me?" manicured hand adjusts the strip of the handbag before it can slide off of her shoulder. "about this? umm-" a quick glance around, as though she's looking for a brave volunteer to take her place, someone more credible. "i mean, i'm not really- i don't really know... much, though. nothing that would make for a good headline at least. sorry."

#* ( chats // audrey . )#audrey x danielle #hii hope this is alright xx #lmk if its not !

bcdysntchers

open location: in front of the local pub tw: smoking , guns ( gif )

sliding hands in the back pockets of her jeans in search of the cold metal that would lead to the clattering keys was a ritual that took place every evening and began with a ring caught on the stitchings of the pockets, all frayed for a reason, and ended with a cigarette crushed against the ashtray on the kitchen table, the flow of water to wash the last pile of glasses ( yet there were always some scattered throughout the house perhaps placed on purpose like treasures to find or modern pieces of furniture that not everyone would've appreciated: one on the fridge, one on the cabinet next to the tv, one on the floor precisely in line with the edge of the bed that she promised to pick up every morning but never did ), and the sound of a freshly opened beer. but, fingers never reached what they should've been bound to, and instead of an alleviated sigh came irritation disguised as profanity popping right between her lips. " you've got to be fucking kidding me, " she said, almost choking on a splenetic laugh. the rest came as raw consequence; kicking, pushing, shouldering against the back door before moving in front of the shutter that she had closed only a few minutes before, oblivious of the keys forgotten behind the counter, and starting over with a widely used chain of pulls and pushes against the barrier; all vain if not to increase her exasperation. it was a pause used to light up a cigarette that snapped her aware of the eyes burned in her back, " it's fucking rude to stare, dickhead --- " came out rather indistinct, more intent on sparking the white than actually enunciating every syllable. " --- never seen someone locking their ass out? " she turned around, finally meeting the other's gaze with the hint of a threat hurtling through her eyes. she leaned her head against the surface behind her and took a drag, slowly, like she would do if smoking her last cigarette, taking the time to eye the other up and down; someone she couldn't identify because of the dim light playing at her disadvantage. " listen --- " she began softening her demeanor as she grew aware of her set back position, " i'm kind of in a really awkward situation and i'm this fucking close to grabbing the first thing i can put my hands on and just --- bash these windows open, " a glance as if considering, " don't happen to have a bobby pin, or anything of that kind, do ya? i could offer you a shot inside to pay you back for the favor. "

dcvilshaircut

“you live here.” it's as if all the mysteries of the world have been solved in one breath; the pieces seemingly all clicking together in his head, urging him to abandon his position of a useless bystander and step forward. "now, that makes so much sense. for a second there i was, like, 'damn, that's gotta be the worst burglary attempt i've seen'. no offense." lets out an amused huff, which when combined with the completely unbothered by being called a dickhead five seconds ago grin plastered across his features could indicate he's joking. the same way he must had been joking this morning when pairing these sandals with the ugliest bright purple patterned pants a human being could lay there eyes on, and sporting it with confidence. "it's an idea." head tilts, the few curls that had broken free from the restraints of the clumsy manbun bouncing slightly with the motion. "not a great one, of course, but..." trails off, almost like he believes that vaguely condescending remarks towards a person who's already having an unfortunate day will boost his charm level by a hundred. "hopefully it doesn't come down to it." with that, he reaches into the back pocket and fishes out a bobby pin. "actually... i might have a little somethin' somethin' for you." passes it over, corners of the mouth curling up into a small smile. "there we go. have you ever done this before?"

#* ( chats // oz . )#oz x riley #oh mia goth #my beloved #my love #i hope this is okie xx

ilbrghtbck

open to : all time and location : early morning, crime scene triggers : crime scene, mostly vague tbf

morning had broke and still lionel had not made it back to the comfort of his own bed. sleep called to him, but even under the severe need for an nap he couldn't help but be distracted by the flashing lights, yellow tape, and the small crowd that was beginning to gather near the pavilion. his curiosity gets the better of him, detouring him off the path to a good days sleep. neck strained as he approaches, lionel doesn't notice the person beside him at first . his eyes are too focused on trying to make sense of the scene in front of him, not that there was much to see from where he stood. " what's going on ? " he mutters, daring to step closer still.

dcvilshaircut

the walk of shame from her cousin's birthday party took an unexpected detour when she noticed the normally-sleepy-at-this-hour neighborhood lit up with police lights. mildly curious and acceptably sober, she had made her way towards the gathering that had formed on the sidewalk. registers the sound of a familiar voice, turning her head to look at the source. "lionel! oh my god-" as if instinctively, she wraps an arm around him, pulling him into a quick hug. then, a soft gasp as she leans a tad closer. "you didn't hear? apparently," lowers her voice, not quite sure why. "they found a body."

#* ( chats // audrey . )#audrey x lionel

* ( olivia cooke + female + she / her ) 🠒 burning down the house by talking heads is something that resonates with MARLENE “MARLA” KIPP. the cook at glen ellen diner is glen ellen's very own clown school representative, who has been in town for nine years. while they are only twenty-five, they can be very distrustful but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more informal. in a town where everyone knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ], and it's bound to get out sometime soon. i wonder if the killer also thinks of thrifted hawaiian shirts, gas station slushies, messy bangs, old, yellow rose-patterned curtains, triple-locking the doors like i do, when i think of them.

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* ( jeremy allen white + male + he / him ) 🠒 insane in the brain by cypress hill is something that resonates with PAUL “PAULIE” ALEXANDER. the mechanic at mh mechanical is glen ellen's very own greasy trailer park boy, who has been in town for twenty-nine years. while they are only thirty, they can be very discourteous but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more street-smart. in a town where everyone knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ], and it's bound to get out sometime soon. i wonder if the killer also thinks of various chains and ornaments dangling from the rear view mirror, cigarette burns on the couch, chewing on a toothpick, sipping beer on your front lawn at sunrise like i do, when i think of them.

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* ( brianne tju + female + she / her ) 🠒 supermodel by måneskin is something that resonates with AUDREY LIU. the barista at brew and bake is glen ellen's very own masquerade, who has been in town for twenty-one years. while they are only twenty-five, they can be very overdramatic but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more vibrant. in a town where everyone knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ], and it's bound to get out sometime soon. i wonder if the killer also thinks of pink neon lights, instagram photodumps, getting overly emotional in the presence of cats, always running late like i do, when i think of them.

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