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featuring: eighties horror, immortality, time travel, hopeful professors, blood-bending liabilities, scientists who know too much, grief, human experimentation, camera operators, live music ! ( and more ! )

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🌻 - bennie

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🌼 - marilyn

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“I hope you find the peace you’re searching for.”

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              ❝ I hope so, too. ❞ True crime documentaries were always a hit or a miss, but the director she was working with was essentially exploiting the victims for the sake of a higher watch time. The opposite of peace wasn’t stress, she had come to learn, but discomfort. How was she supposed to pretend their true natures weren’t hidden behind the thin mask of supposed empathy? Between takes, she’d find herself talking to those being interviewed, and it made her stomach churn. ❝ It’s ... honestly hard to work in this industry sometimes. ❞

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THIRTEEN ASSOCIATIONS

NORA HART:

ANIMAL: jellyfish COLOR: pastel pink MONTH: november (specifically the day after halloween) SONG: celebrity skin by hole NUMBER: 13 DAY OR NIGHT: sunrises when you haven’t slept yet PLANT: venus fly trap / mimosa pudica SMELL: warm vanilla sugar SEASON: visually spring, emotionally winter FOOD: handrolls (she’s a multi-tasker) MUSICAL INSTRUMENT: ocarina ELEMENT: surprisingly ... earth DRINK: sex in the driveway (blue curacao just has her vibe idk)

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MUSE BREAKDOWN  ( for your convenience )

AMÉLIE: 80s final girl, modern actress – aka playing pretend to escape your survivor’s guilt ELSIE: rea(d/p)er – aka pretending to be spiritual to mask your supernatural abilities CONNIE: time traveler/seamstress – aka trend setter? or trend stealer? MYKA: (verse dependent: prof./personal assistant) a study in being meek, despite your strength ANTONI: scientist. saviour. father. – a study in doing what’s right, not what’s expected NORA: survivor of human experimentation – a study of anger, pain, and what comes after DELPHI: camera operator; world traveler – aka only being comfortable as an observer BENNIE: frontman; sex symbol – or basing your personality off of what’s written in magazines BETTY: girl next door. hopes for more – a study of what life can be between daydreams MARILYN: hollywood gold; trophy wife – life as a party accessory, a yearning for escape BARNABY: the glimmer in one’s eyes when experiencing the blend of humor and horror. PARISĀ: past lounge singer. current lounge owner. - getting what you want for a price. SABLE: former children’s tv entertainer; current widow. - rebuilding from your own ruins. CARMEN: once an heiress, now an adult film actress. - the luxurious trip to rock bottom.

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              ❝ Now I know that you’re -- you’re nobody ‘til somebody wants you dead. ❞ Amélie says with a brittle voice; she says it like a joke, but there isn’t a glimmer of humor in her eyes. The marks left on her body from struggling against something sinister stung like hell, but at least she'd be able to walk. She really should have taken the self-defense classes her mother wanted her to attend after her brother went “missing” -- which deep down, she knew was only a mother’s hopeful way of coping with the fact her only son was probably dead. Instead she was sat here, leaning against a tree with nothing but her dad’s slightly rusted tactical knife.

              Her inner-child’s voice was one of pity; one that begged to know why it had to be her. Was she going to leave her mother with no living children? Why were they being hunted-? Was it revenge? Was it for sport? Was human suffering nothing but a spectacle for the killer who’d successfully obscured their identity with a mask? She needed to buck up. She needed to fight back, but she was just so tired. She was lucky to be sitting here with someone able to keep a lookout as she examined her injuries. It seemed her deepest wounds were only grazes; most of what she’d been saddled with were shiners. 

              ❝ And the list, it grows and grows and grows and grows. ❞

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              ❝ Hello? Hello...? Hello!? ❞ Elsie says, standing over the brunette mortal. Were they unconscious, or what? The air was thick with the potential of death, but she refused to take part. After all, this was her day off. This individual seemed much too young to be on the brink of death, so it had to be something else. Perhaps they simply weren’t human? No, that couldn’t be it. They ... smelled different than the average person. Gross. That was a horrible way for her mind to put it, but something was clearly off. 

              Could it be that they had a gift of some sort? She’d certainly be interested in speaking to them if they were awake, but alas: they were obnoxiously ( and quite selfishly ) knocked out in the alley beside the club. Did they get punched out? Perhaps they drank too much? Either way, they’d better get up before she woke them. Just because she was immortal didn’t mean she had time to deal with why this individual felt different than the countless other walking timers around her. ❝ I got one foot in and one out the door... ? ❞

              She pauses. No movement. Well then, there wasn’t any reason to keep this conversation for on going, was there? Rolling her eyes, she squats down and looks a bit closer at them. ❝ I think it's 'bout time that I take control. ❞ Fishing in her empty drink, she pressed an ice cube to the unconscious human’s third eye and waits for a reaction. Wakey-Wakey.

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              ❝ Don’t ever try to dismiss yourself, ❞ Antoni says with a flat voice that doesn’t quite match the softness of his gaze. Antoni had a tendency to leave emotion at the door due to his connections to the occasional occupation that dealt with morally corrupt practices. Of course, he had been mislead into believing it had all been theory -- not tested on people such as his newly “adopted” daughter. Perhaps this calm and collected nature led to taking those he felt needed guidance under his wing. Valerie, what a confusing girl. He often found himself considering her as something adjacent to a child he might have babysat in college for extra cash. Such a timid thing. Although he did his best, he couldn’t help but pity the girl with the big eyes and obedient nature. ❝ Cause you don’t have to. Find your light -- don’t hide from what you are. ❞

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MUSE BREAKDOWN  ( for your convenience )

AMÉLIE: 80s final girl, modern actress – aka playing pretend to escape your survivor’s guilt ELSIE: rea(d/p)er – aka pretending to be spiritual to mask your supernatural abilities CONNIE: time traveler/seamstress – aka trend setter? or trend stealer? MYKA: (verse dependent: prof./personal assistant) a study in being meek, despite your strength ANTONI: scientist. saviour. father. – a study in doing what’s right, not what’s expected NORA: survivor of human experimentation – a study of anger, pain, and what comes after DELPHI: camera operator; world traveler – aka only being comfortable as an observer BENNIE: frontman; sex symbol – or basing your personality off of what’s written in magazines BETTY: girl next door. hopes for more – a study of what life can be between daydreams MARILYN: hollywood gold; trophy wife – life as a party accessory, a yearning for escape BARNABY: the glimmer in one’s eyes when experiencing the blend of humor and horror. PARISĀ: past lounge singer. current lounge owner. - getting what you want for a price. SABLE: former children’s tv entertainer; current widow. - rebuilding from your own ruins. CARMEN: once an heiress, now an adult film actress. - the luxurious trip to rock bottom.

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❥❥❥❥❥❥❥—— @ephemeraldread​​ sent in ❝is that blood?❞ | from here.

         eyes cast down at the faint red painting the leaves on the ground, the girl didn’t know what to think. it sure as hell looked like blood, but why would their be blood of this amount near the woods a few blocks from the public pool? what the hell was going on? this wasn’t the first strange instance she had noticed while staying in hawkins either.

        reaching a hand out to grab ahold of the other’s arm suddenly, kailee whined in protest to them getting closer to the supposed crime scene.  ❝noraa. . that looks really, like, scary and stuff. let’s just go back to the pool, i don’t want to be out here anymore. this is fucking weird.❞

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              Eyes light up at the crimson like a shark detecting prey; the primal urge to discover what created such a scene nearly taking over her until Kailee’s frightened touch pulls her out of her thoughts. Her head tilts at the blood and she remains silent for a while before gently tapping Kailee’s hand with her own. She moves forward and squats; chlorine threatening to drip down from her bathing suit, hoping to mix with the pigment like watercolor on a canvas.

              ❝ Don’t be scared. ❞ Nora comments, voice sweeter than her eyes as she scans the leaf for a clue as to whether the scene was made by an animal or man. The partial print of a boot nearby is enough to convince her that it was no animal, although there was certainly a hunt involved. The blood is fresh; it hasn’t yet dried. She wonders momentarily if she’s in danger; if the boot print belonged to someone searching for her (or others like her who lucky enough to escape). And if not, then who was left bleeding? Just what had happened here? She rises and looks back at Kailee. ❝ I'd protect you. You know that right? ❞

              She reaches out her hand so Kailee can hold it.

              ❝ ... We’re friends. I won’t let anyone hurt you. ❞ She blinks and takes a more gentle tone. ❝ Besides, Billy’s a dick. Do you really want to be at the pool during his shift? Holloway or No-Fucking-Way, am I right? That skeeze wants an ego boost and a notch on his bedpost. ❞

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❥❥❥❥❥❥❥—— @ephemeraldread​​ sent in ❝i don’t know why anyone would be worried.❞ | from here.

           ❝people always worry about other people’s business. they’re like, dumb, or something. ❞ the young brunette spoke up, eyes drifting from the paperwork on the floor of her room to the blonde nearby. homework could wait until the next morning anyway, especially if this was a chance for some interesting gossip.  ❝all i’m saying is, that girl had no business going behind the school with that girl. they were definitely hooking up, absolutely. a good scandal, if i do say so myself, as the little redhead is known for being an innocent nobody. not that being a prude or whatever is bad, people just know that’s what she claims herself to be and she likes to call other girls sluts for kissing a boy or two. myself included, but i don’t kiss people. ew. not one of those dorks at that school is cute enough for these lips, sorry. but this…proves that she is just as playful as the rest of us.❞

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              ❝ So, she’s a slut too? ❞ Nora says, nodding her head slowly as if she were taking sage advice from a wiseman. As far as she was concerned, that was a good term. After all, it meant tons of people were kissing you -- and that seemed to be a real concern for the ‘prudes’ at the school. Nora figured everybody just needed to find a fucking hobby, but maybe that wasn’t the point? ❝ And ... that’s a problem because she’s cosplaying as a goody-goody? ❞

              Nora often felt she did a great job at blending in, but talking to Kailee made her feel so ... ALIEN. Did she really not know how to be an adolescent? She figured it was easy. She’d seen a few seasons of a few different shows that seemed to use the same formula: lie about when you’re coming home, go to parties, and make out with hot people who made bad decisions. As far as she was concerned, she’d been NAILING IT.

              However, the whole ... gossip thing. She didn’t understand it. Were you or were you not supposed to be hot? It seemed like the seniors constantly changed their mind, so she just stuck to what she’d been doing. It wasn’t like her grades were suffering because of it ... or like she had ACTUAL parents to impress. This was all just a masquerade; a place to hide from dangerous people.

              ❝ Who... gives a shit? ❞ She says finally, before adding, ❝ Uh. Sorry, if you do. I just mean -- can’t people just make out with other people? Why is it a big deal? God, this is just like when you explained the whole dress code thing. Who the fuck cares about shoulders? ❞

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open to: f/nb/m connection: roommate

“You could just break up with him,” Matthew called from the couch, halfway through some action movie when his roommate came home, obviously upset. It was coming a thing and while Matt tried his best to stay out of thing most times, it seemed clear the guy was an asshole and they deserved better. “I’m just saying I think this is the third time he’s made you cry this week.” He wasn’t sure if they were listening in the other room so he shifted tactics. “Grab a beer and you can join me. I’ll even put on a movie you’d like.”

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              ❝ Yeah, it’s really not that simple. ❞ Bennie snaps, irritable from her boyfriend’s actions. She didn’t mean to lash out, but their lives couldn’t be more different. She was dating the frontman of one of the biggest indie bands currently. Just dating him was enough to be able to network with some more influential people; being his girl allowed her to get more streams on her music. Being his opening band landed her a tour that could lead to her getting out of this Godforsaken town. She just knew she was destined for more than just this. She was what record store owners were drooling over. She was dating an A-Lister. She was Joan “Bennie” Bennett. If she was stuck swimming in a small pond, he was the one who could fish her out of it.

              But this relationship was just a media circus where she was the clown. 

              Her boyfriend offered the romantic, intoxicating, PR stunt three months ago. And sure, she’d been the idiot by developing real feelings for him ... but the way he spoke to her behind closed doors -- he kept up the act for her, he wore the mask so gorgeously. It kept things just a touch too genuine to be pretend.

              It almost made up for all the other people he slept with. All the groupies made to sign NDAs; all the post-show parties filled with whispered rumors. Maybe she signed herself up for the slaughterhouse that was her relationship -- but then again, maybe she shouldn’t have believed it meant more than what it said on the tin. Matthew kept to himself when things went sour in her relationships most of the time, so she supposed she must have been crying pretty hard. Collecting herself, she left her room to avoid yelling when her throat already felt so raw from the tears. Being emotional was so embarrassing.

              ❝ Sorry, I’m just on edge. ❞ she mutters, learning against the wall of the hallway, arms folded as a way of hugging herself. She runs her tongue over her lips. Chapped. She should reapply her lipgloss. She doesn’t. ❝ Look, you don’t have to do all that. Okay? He’ll text an apology after his set’s over, and I’ll just have to get over it... I don’t even know why I care so much. I should be desensitized at this point, right? But it still ... God, it fucking sucks. ❞

              If he was being a good roommate, maybe she should try to be one as well.

              ❝ ... So! What about -- uh, what about you, Matt? Any updates on the ol’ love life? Or is the dry spell what’s really causing the movie night offer? ❞ She grins, the focus being on him allowing her mind to wander from her own situation. She’s always keen to deflect in any way possible; out of mind, out of despair. ❝ I know I’m a total catch and you’d kill to have me all cuddled up on the couch with you... but it’s gonna take a little more than beer for me to consider it. I mean, if we had wine I’d probably go for it, but... Damn. I guess I drank that last night. Your loss, huh? We’ll get ‘em next time. ❞ 

              Grabbing a beer from the fridge, she walks back to the living room and sits down beside him. Man, she talked a hell of a lot more when she didn’t want to discuss what was upsetting her. ❝ What are you even watching, anyways? ❞