cursed;

fiona belvoir. 26 years old. traveler. bartender at sense8. cursed.

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& DAMIAN‌:

Standing there in front of the display window of the small costume shop located in the middle of town, the local young Naiad tapped a finger against the cool glass as he chewed his lip in thought. He knew this would be one of his biggest ‘issues’ around this time, it being nearly Halloween - as it was almost every year while he was on land - and with all the new neighbors around he’d met he was feeling pressed to get started on a costume. If one couldn’t dress to impress, why bother? When he registered the presence of someone standing nearby, he hardly removed his gaze from the various outfits exhibited as he addressed them.

“Do you think I could pull off…” he had to pause to find the right word, basically answering his own question. “An angel costume? Like, fuck the robes, I’m talking something hot. Or is that a bit of a reach? Maybe I should just be a devil again… thoughts?”

           The truth was, Fiona wasn’t even thinking about Halloween yet. She didn’t particularly enjoy it, but maybe she was biased because of all the deaths that haunted her the rest of the year. She saw no reason to celebrate that, or things that scared her in general. Still, costumes always interested her, even if she hardly ever got one for herself. “Isn’t it a bit early for Halloween costumes?”, she asked as she stopped next to the other in front of the store already having them on display. “A hot angel should be doable, I think. Hot devils are kind of old-school, aren’t they? Well, angels probably are too, but I haven’t seen that done all too often.”

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& JUDE‌:

“I just don’t want to be stuck in a psychiatrist’s office for the rest of my life, Fiona. This place scares me and I have missing memory gaps and I just…the dead voices suck.”

          “And you won’t, Jude. You’re going to be fine, just like the rest of us. I -- would it make you feel better if I told you that I see people die? All the time. In my head. Maybe not as annoying as dead voices, but... it’s not pleasant either.”

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& HENRIK‌:

Henrik motioned towards the nearest bar in the vicinity, and his legs began to move towards the venue. “You never did tell me your name.” He says, looking at his new companion with interest.

         Fiona followed him right away when he moved towards one of the bars, a smile on her lips. “I didn’t? How rude of me,” she chuckled, tugging a loose curl behind her ear. “I’m Fiona. Some people call me Fi, or... whatever the hell you want, really.”

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& JUDE‌:

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

          “That was my intention, yes. Let me guess -- it’s not working?”

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& KRISTINA‌:

“I’ve been…” Her smile faltered as her mind ran over everything that had happened since the last time their paths had even remotely crossed. A murder. Grieving. Learning her sister was a vampire. Learning she was a traveller. “Well, I went to college.” She laughed, knowing that was the farthest thing from her mind. “You?”

         “You went to college? For what?”, Fiona asked curiously, fingers rubbing at her upper arms to warm herself up. And what had she been up to? Was she supposed to tell her that she found out she was a traveller, and to that cursed? That she saw people die? “Uh... not much, really. No college. Just working at a bar and... painting a lot.”

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& KRISTINA‌:

That’s because it was, Kristina wanted to say. No, not say, scream. High school was a different time, Kristina’s problems were not fitting in and always wanting to imitate her older sister. Now everything was different, and from the look on Fiona’s face, things hadn’t just changed for Kristina. “Forever ago. We live in quite the unique town don’t we? I didn’t learn half as much about East End as I should’ve in school.” Kristina said softly, acknowledging both of their discomfort. Somehow she just knew neither of them had escaped the curse of East End. 

           Fiona hadn’t been a fan of school. She had often been the odd one out when people found out that she still believed in fairies ( and fairytales ) and really anything supernatural. She had kept to herself, head in the clouds. It was why she had hardly seen anyone from her classes in ages. “Oh, definitely. I think I only started learning once school was over. And I still am.” In a way, she wished she had just stayed oblivious to the town and who she was herself, but that was not something she could change now. “How have you been, Kristina?”

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& HENRIK‌:

She was right, he needed something a little stronger to dull the senses sufficiently. “Care to join me for a drink then?” Henrik asks, “Misery loves company.”

         Her lips spread into a wide smile as he asked. “I was hoping you’d ask that,” she smirked, nodding eagerly in response. “I would love to. I need a damn drink.”

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& KRISTINA:

“…Right.” Kristina said hesitantly, noting the sweat on her brow and the exhaustion in her eyes. There were a lot of things a bright smile could hide, but something about the situation struck her as strange. There was this constant battle within her between caring for people and wanting not to pry but in this case the familiarity of the face forced her to abandon her walk. “It’s…Fiona right? You might not recognize me, I always sat in the back, never got the courage to speak in class, but we went to school together. Kristina.” She said, holding her hand out.

            Fiona stared at the woman for maybe a moment too long. She was never good with names or faces -- she had been a loner in high school, and too wrapped up in her family’s tragedies to think about anyone else. But something about her face seemed familiar. “Kristina,” she echoed, and slowly, a memory of a much younger version of her face started to crystallize in her memory. “Yeah, I --  I think I remember.” Taking the extended hand for a quick shake, her fingers always cold from a lack of sleep, she managed another weak smile. “It’s been a while, huh? School seems like it was forever ago.”

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& KATHERINE‌:

            “Originally. I’m from here. Grew up here…  Up until I was ten. Then I moved to Salem with my aunt. “ Katherine told the brunette as she just nodded, taking another candy and ate it. “You?” She wondered. There weren’t many people she remembered and the ones she did mostly associated with her grandmother, Mercy. 

          “Same. Well, at least a little bit. I’ve lived here all my life. But I never left. I just... stayed.” Maybe she should have left. Fiona often thought about that, especially since she found out who she really was. But she couldn’t change that now, and it seemed impossible to leave now. “Why did you come back?”

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& KRISTINA‌:

She was in her own head–the murders, the magic, the fact that she had almost electrocuted everyone around her when that scream had cut through the air like an arrow–she was in her own head. But as she walked down the street, not going anywhere in particular, just trying to keep moving so she wouldn’t have time to think, her eye was caught by a strange sight in an alleyway. “Uh…are you like, okay?”

           Fiona knew it must be a weird sight, the way she basically pressed her forehead against the wall of the alleyway. But her visions of death happening all around her had only increased once more, and she could see replays of it in her mind no matter how hard she tried to distract herself from them. When a voice cut through to her, she quickly got up, sleeve wiping over her forehead as she turned around, putting a wide smile onto her lips. “Uh -- yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking. Just trying a standing nap.”

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& KATHERINE‌:

             “It’s not that bad. I can deal with it. Different than I remembered. Different from Salem, if I’m being honest.” She shrugged, wearing a black long sleeve crop top and black jeans, she did debated on wearing a jacket and Lux and Bones told her to wear it, she just believed she wouldn’t need it. Plus she didn’t wanted to be carrying it around if she in fact didn’t need it. She popped a candy in her mouth. “Cherry gummies.” She offered. 

          “Salem? Is that where you’re coming from?”, she questioned with arched brows, arms wrapping a little tighter around her own waist. Fiona was always cold, but maybe that was simply thanks to how little sleep she got most of the time. “Thanks,” she added, taking one of the gummies she was being offered.

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& HENRIK‌:

Henrik tilts his head, and raises a brow, “Well…probably the same reasons as you, depending on how crazy your reasons really are.” His lips twitch into a smile, “I’ll indulge you…” Henrik drinks from the glass once more, “– - Good god, this starts to taste vile after a while – -” He makes a face before continuing. “I hate things like this. It’s this forced celebration I don’t want to be a part of, but I live there –” Henrik points to his estate which sits east by the river as the roof of the building is somewhat visible from this distance, “ – thus, I can’t really escape it so why not have a drink.” He raises his glass.

        “Please do,” she smirked, ready to hear his side of the story as she took another sip of her drink. It really didn’t taste too good, but she didn’t make a face. Fiona drank awful alcohol often enough. “Ah, I see. Forced celebration is a hatred we share, the location is not. Locking doors and windows isn’t enough to ignore all of this, huh?” She gestured around them, before adding with a grin, “You should really get yourself a real drink though. This won’t get you very far.”

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& JUDE‌:

“Fiona, I don’t need that, okay? I know you’re trying to be optimistic, but I know what web m.d. said. I have a lot of shit wrong.”

          “I’m not trying to pamper you or something, Jude. I’m just saying, there’s a lot of stuff wrong with our entire family. Not just you.”

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& KATHERINE:

              Since her coming here, Katherine mostly kept to herself. Deciding on coming to the founders parade and just going with the flow. She would drink on occasions and maybe done a walk of shame or two in returning home. She recalled everything about East End before she was taken by her aunt to live in Salem. Most wont recognize her ( which is a given considering she left the town thirteen years ago )  or just know her as Mercy’s granddaughter. The people who knew her grandmother well, were the ones she avoided. It’s been three months, people die. Naturally or not, she accepted it a long time ago. 

                Feeling the night cold breeze hit her skin before SHIVERING. “–I should have brought a jacket.” She muttered but soon enough shrugged as if it were something she would get over soon. Eyes wandering about everywhere. People chatting, dancing, drinking, playing games. You name it and it was happening. Observing all as she ate her cherry gummies, Katherine wondered how her two companions were doing at home. Hopefully Lux is behaving. 

            Fiona’s arms were wrapped tightly around herself -- not necessarily because she was cold ( although that was always a problem as well, as she was usually always freezing ), but more so to make herself feel more comfortable in the middle of all these people. Most of the time, she tried to avoid getting into any of this. Too many people, too many faces that could turn up dead in her visions. But she was desperate to get out. Stopping next to a woman, she glanced over as she spoke up, even though she was most likely just talking to herself. “Same here,” she admitted with a crooked smile, as she was merely wearing a cozy sweater. “I guess I’m still too used to high temperatures to think of jackets, to be honest.”

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& HENRIK‌:

“Well, love, this is your lucky day.” Henrik says, delightedly, “…and mine as well I suppose. Cheers.” He clinks his cup with the one in her hand. While this was his first drink at the festivities, it wasn’t his first drink of the day. It was fair to say Henrik was definitely buzzed. “What’s your excuse to drown out the misery?” He says, gesturing to the drink in her hand.

          “Both of us are having a very lucky day. Thanks to whoever spiked the punch. I owe them a drink,” she joked before emptying the cup in one go. She needed to add a certain buzz to her system, or she’d go crazy in here. “Oh, I have plenty of excuses, but telling you about them would make you think I’m crazy, so I’ll keep it to myself,” she smirked, head tilting to the side. “What’s yours?”

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& FLETCHER‌:

        “You’re one of a rare few Belvoir. Never been thrown a risk I couldn’t take yet, but hey feel free to try — don’t think I was going to let you stay home alone and miss an opportunity to get shit faced and fuck shit up. You really have to ask me that? Believe me, you won’t even know what sober is within the hour.”

         “I’ll take that as a compliment, so thank you. I am one of a kind,” she grinned, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Well, I hope I’ll always be the first you call when there’s an opportunity to get shit faced and have some fun. Gosh, thank you. That’s what I was hoping for. So what are we going to do once we got drunk enough?”

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& FLETCHER‌:

     “Judge me all you like, but someone had to spike the damn punch. Chances are you’ll even thank me later, when you’re not moping about while dancing alone or brooding in the corner; trust me on that one. No one wants to be sober come midnight.” 

          “Hey, I would never judge you, Swan. Someone had to make this whole charade somewhat bearable for me, and I’m happy you were brave enough to take the risk. Did you put enough in it to get me drunk? I don’t want to be sober anymore in one hour.”