PAINFULLY AWARE , ALL TOO COGNISANT that he looks like utter shit / curls are a matted mess , shirt is several sizes too small ( something hideous branded atop the chest , godawful slogan broadcasting misfortune to the world ) , honey bourbon stagnates on the breath while he slumps at the counter ; what a scene to make at your friendly local cafe ! ragged breaths shake a gaunt frame , rattle the ribcage — - peers up at an impatient visage looming only to offer scorned huff of a chuckle and a roll of the eyes . ❛ the fuck are you lookin’ at ? ever seen a hangover before ? ❜
𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑧𝑧 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 , in atmosphere nor spirit , for jennifer check . she mostly loathed the place , thought it was painfully placid , occupied by those who looked to inject some pleasantness into a life otherwise unfulfilled , yet here she was , silk shirt draped over her frame , disguising an outfit entirely appropriate for winter ( if you weren’t a hot blooded creature from satan’s own home , of course ) . the lump beside her crowned with curls had caught her attention for a brief moment , long enough for him to rear his miserable head , her own pink tongue sliding out to gently lap at her glossed lips . ❛ oh honey pie , i’ve seen plenty of hangovers in my time , i was just admiring the scenery . coffee ? ❜ she pushes her , untouched , cup towards him , perfectly filed nail and its accompanying pink varnish shimmering in the beams of light , leg swinging carelessly from the stool she was perched atop .
the grass is her mattress, weeds & dead flowers providing a comfort to her that no place else in castle rock could. her gaze rests upon the sky –– clouds moving slowly, thunder rumbling in the distance, crows cawing at potential intruders. the corn she lays before is calling to her, whispers & murmurs that bring a smile to the girl’s lips after a while. whatever lives beyond the stalks terrifies her, but the beckoning makes flora laugh. days are often spent alone, bare feet calloused from rich soil & rough concrete, but she is not lonely. ❛ do you hear that? ❜ a question directed at the figure approaching, but she does not dare to look into the depths of the field as her body is lifted to sit up & face her company. ❛ they’re calling us. ❜ she’s entertained by the idea, whether it’s in her head or not. flora was never all there, anyway.
𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 , the strange hush of the corns whispering against each other melodically capturing those who seek something more from castle rock . red , herself , had never heard the siren call of the fields , but her desk was littered with faded visuals of those who had . she heard the girl before she saw her , framed by the drought-ridden bed as if she were some kind of corpse . she turns her head , the mesmerising sway of the corn more of a warning than a lullaby . ❛ they are ? ❜ but her tone isn’t punctuated with bemusement , it is punctuated with curiosity . wonderment . she looks back to the girl , now making eye contact with her , enthused fingertips wrapped tightly around the strap of her bag as she stepped forward . ❛ what are they saying to us ? –––––– to you ? i can never hear them , i’m not sure they think very much of me. ❜
Growing up, Helena had always turned to religion. Even more so after her family died. When she first got to Sicily she had spent most of her time in the cathedral, it was comforting to her and gave her time to think of her next move. So coming to Castle Rock was no different, she frequented Sacred Heart since arriving and the rumors surrounding the cathedral only piqued her curiosity. While she was walking up she heard a twig snap behind her, Helena immediately was on the defense trying to see who could make that noise. “Who’s there? You better show yourself.”
𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑑𝑒 ? maybe . yes . absolutely . and although her discovery hadn’t been expected , she did what she always did when faced with the unexpected . act her age . with an abundance of divining hardware tucked underneath her lithe arm , she blew the hair from her features with an almost childlike glimmer . ❛ terribly sorry , i was planning on doing some channeling ! you know , talking to the dearly departed and all that . just for fun , i guess . ❜ she shrugs , as if it were just another weekend , just another sleepy sunday , before then saluting . ❛ i’m red . are you out ghost hunting too ? ❜
❛ 𝐩𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲-𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 ... ❜ — hey again ! just jaz, back with my other gal jennifer. she is most certainly not a gemstone, but i still love her.
* ╰ alexa demie , jennifer’s body . ╱ welcome to castle rock , JENNIFER CHECK . you’ve just blown out TWENTY candles on your most recent birthday cake , and rumour has it that you had your last birthday in DEVIL’S KETTLE, MINNESOTA . now , you can be found loitering around THE FIREHOUSE . why did you leave there again ? was it something to do with THE INABILITY TO SATIATE THAT UNHOLY APPETITE ? regardless , we’re glad to have you . i hope that NARCISSISTIC , AVARICIOUS , SANGUINARY & AMOROUS behaviour of yours doesn’t cause too much trouble here … it’s funny , you remind me of A COPPER COATING OF A COCONUT LIP GLOSS, HONEYED GIGGLES SLIPPING OUT FROM BETWEEN VIOLENT MURMURS, RAVEN LOCKS FRAMING A SACCHARINE STARE, A NOT SO ACCIDENTAL GLIMPSE AT WHAT LIES BENEATH, THE PLAYFUL NATURE OF A CHEER UNIFORM . perhaps i’m going mad . ╱ cis female , she/her . + written by jaz , 23 , she/her , gmt .
trigger warnings : violence, death, blood, sexual themes, murder.
this’ll be a lot shorter than red’s because all of the movie is canon for jen’s background ! but for those who haven’t seen it, i’ll write a little description below. (it’s not gonna be great .. .. don’t judge me ok)
jennifer tried hooking up with an idiot in a band one night only to find they instead intended to sacrifice her to satan in exchange for musical success. they got hold of her after the bar they were all in set alight, and tried the sacrifice. the sacrifice didn’t work, however, because jen wasn’t a virgin, so instead she was possessed by a succubus. she went on from that, to then eat a bunch of boys in her hometown to satiate her appetite. she eventually tried to eat her best friend needy’s boyfriend chip, but that eventually culminated in jennifer’s death at the hands of needy herself.
after that, however, jennifer awoke in castle rock hospital, a few years older, but with no more memories. what i like to imagine is that her succubus abilities allowed her to recover, but only by putting her into a deep coma. she had no desire to return to devil’s kettle, especially since it seemed people disappeared every day in her new home and no one cared, and castle rock’s strange surroundings meant her cravings were somewhat subdued. still there, and she still has to feed on young men regularly, but she can be semi satiated now by sex alone. ( mainly making this change to open her up to some more connections, but don’t be alarmed, she’s still the soul sucking she devil we all know and love )
to help herself get settled in castle rock, jennifer slept with, and promptly devoured, a man in his thirties with a fairly nice home. she took up residence not long after, before then getting herself a job at the overlook as a night time receptionist, also in hopes of upping her men devouring chances. but hey! she’s a pretty good coworker. she’s lazy as hell but she’s charismatic and charming, so the night staff always have plenty of tips to share round.
jen will develop a lot more as time goes on just because i’m starting her from pretty much the end of jennifer’s body! so yeah, not much for her right now, but we’ll see what happens.
personality.
narcissistic : jennifer loves herself. so much. so so much. she knows she’s beautiful, believes she’s an absolute catch, and never turns down the opportunity to fix her hair. she would never lack confidence for a single moment, and that trait existed way before the succubus possessed her body. she finds it difficult to understand people who don’t have her level of confidence, and therefore isn’t very sensitive to other people who have issues with their confidence.
avaricious : greedy as hell, jen always wants more. whether it be more men, more wealth, more clothes, anything. she isn’t just insatiable in appetite, but in desire also, and if she can’t have everything then no one can have anything.
sanguinary : bloody. pretty much explains itself. jen certainly does not shy away from severely harming or killing other people. whilst her main prey is men, she’ll likely kill anyone if they got in her way.
amorous : beyond all of this, however, jennifer is incredibly affectionate. a very tactile human being even when she doesn’t want something, it’s not rare for someone to believe jennifer likes them a lot more than she does considering how much physical attention she loves to give. of course, this does also extend to when she does want something, which she does most of the time using her sexual prowess.
tidbits.
of course, owns a cherry red convertible. is a pretty horrendous driver most of the time, but it’s because she doesn’t really care about getting tickets or anything. pls don’t get in a car with her.
has a penchant for raw meat but disguises it by pretending she has very expensive taste. #justgirlythings this is probably more to do with the demonic part of her rather than the succubus side.
keeps a picture of needy in her purse, hidden behind her cash and cards, partly because she misses her, and partly to remind her of the betrayal. she’d never willingly admit to the first part.
❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭. ❜ — hey there everyone ! i’m jaz, a twenty three year old animal crossing enthusiast currently drowning in deadlines lmao rip, final year, am i right? but i’m here!! ready to bring my two gals to life, and the first of ‘em is red, my little gemstone whom’st i love.
* ╰ marilyn lima , little red riding hood . ╱ welcome to castle rock , RED . you’ve just blown out NINETEEN candles on your most recent birthday cake , and rumour has it that you had your last birthday in A HOUSE IN THE FOREST . now , you can be found loitering around THE CORN FIELDS . why did you leave there again ? was it something to do with THE ANIMAL WHO STOLE YOUR HEART FROM ITS HOME ? regardless , we’re glad to have you . i hope that FOOLHARDY , INQUISITORIAL , TENACIOUS & PHILANTHROPIC behaviour of yours doesn’t cause too much trouble here … it’s funny , you remind me of THE MOTTLED SKIN OF A PORCELAIN GIRL, CRIMSON STAINED AXE HEAD WORN BY A TWO MAN WAR, TEETH TOO SMALL TO EAT YOU WITH BUT SHARP ENOUGH TO TEAR, VELVET CLOAK OF A BYGONE INNOCENCE, THE WEIGHT OF A THOUSAND HOPES UPON THE MOST DELICATE SHOULDERS . perhaps i’m going mad . ╱ cis female , she/her . + written by jaz , 23 , she/her , gmt .
trigger warnings : violence, death, blood.
red grew up in the forest, in her mother’s small cottage, for most of her life. they had an idyllic lifestyle not bound by the constraints of normal society. there weren’t bills to pay, there weren’t taxes to deal with, nor were there hours to work at some job her mother hated. it was just the two of them besides red’s grandmother, after red’s father had disappeared into the woods when she was a mere baby, and that’s how it stayed.
her grandmother, of course, lived down a long winding path away from them. not far, but far enough that it was a decent ten minute walk. red adored her grandmother. they spent countless hours together, with the elder teaching red everything from knitting, to gardening, to wood chopping. her grandmother always stressed one rule, however: stay out of the woods. for the woods were full of something dark and dangerous. not spirits, no... just energy. death. decay. destruction. and so, when red was just a little girl who loved her mama and her ma, she did as she was told.
but it didn’t take long for her to find her fire. spirit passed on to her from her father lit up in her belly and soon red found herself wishing for more. she loved her life, found this miniature peace forever relaxing, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t long for the outside world. the world further down the dirt path. but as she knew, her life was good. she was loved deeply and strongly, the bond of the three women unbreakable, displayed by the hand me down, plush, red cloak that red would now wear.
the worst day of red’s life started out like any other. her mother, with a freshly baked batch of goods, only this time with a selection of cured meats also, sent her on her way to her grandmother’s, the same warning as always ringing through the home: stay out of the woods! and so, red did. but halfway through her journey something seemed off. the air was thick, copper seemed to coat the trees, and a low growl followed no matter which way she whipped her head.
the wolf appeared, fur thick as midnight and eyes as hollow as death itself. he requested just a taste, just a bite, of what red had in the basket, but she refused, explaining where she was going. rather than attacking, as she had assumed, he seemed to understand, seemed to respect her wishes, suggesting to red instead that she should pick some flowers for her grandmother, that he was sorry for wasting her time. he skulked off into the shadows and the young girl, naively, took his advice.
she showed up to her grandmother’s only two minutes later than usual, but it had been enough, for when she walked into her grandmother’s room, a ghastly sight greeted her. the wolf, dressed up in her grandmother’s robes, desperate to hide his beastly frame. she bided her time, acted as if she were stupid, plied him with a silly rhyme before pulling an axe from her basket and catching him in his shoulder. he viciously yelped, weakened from straying too far from the dark confines of the forest, and quickly retreated, but not before telling red something miserable.
‘ you will never see your grandmother again. ’
the girl desperately searched the rest of the home but only blood found her. she never did find her grandmother, never found a clue as to where she had gone besides the hidden violence, but she was never the same.
red spent the next four years honing her skills. her tracking, swordplay, blacksmithery, anything you could think of to help her track down that awful beast, she was doing it. she became an expert and as she sought out people to help her, she discovered a village twenty minutes walk from her and her mother’s home. they, too, were a simple people, and red brought to them something they had never seen before; hope. she was dangerous and lithe, she sought out missing children stolen by evil witches, stopped the men with the dangerous instruments luring the children from their homes, and discovered her fair share of true evils. to call her a private investigator of sorts would’ve been silly. but maybe that’s what she’d become.
she willingly moved to castle rock to follow up on a lead but also to continue helping those who need it. the corn fields, in particular, remind her horrendously of the woods back home and all of their decrepit tricks. she plans on bringing everyone’s loved ones back, one way or another, in hopes that no one suffers her fate.
personality.
foolhardy : if red is anything, it’s reckless. she began exploring after her grandmother died despite knowing the wolf could’ve still been lurking. she will follow a lead no matter where it goes, and won’t give it up until she reaches the end. her boldness has gotten her into trouble more than a few times, but she’s learned well enough how to get herself out of an awful situation.
inquisitorial : she’s nosy. oh my god, she’s a nosy little rat. if red isn’t in your business, do you even exist? she has this innate desperation to know everything about everyone, but the other side of this is that she’s always a good person to talk to about your hobbies or issues, because she just loves hearing all about it. so yeah, it might be annoying having this pint sized midget up in your business all the time, but she’s also an a+ listener, plus the stories you’ll hear from her about the countless mysteries she’s always chasing are one in a million.
tenacious : what’s a young investigator without a bit of tenacity? if red sniffs something out, she won’t let it go, and that doesn’t just mean her cases. if she knows something’s wrong, if she has something she cares about, if you try and prove her wrong, red will defend it all, follow it all, or investigate it all until she’s blue in the face.
philanthropic : red has successfully found a whole lot of missing kids that would’ve been left otherwise, and she does this, and all her other actions, from the kindness of her heart. all of her spare money goes to those in need, and if she’s not at her usual spot or at home, she’s more than likely volunteering somewhere, helping someone with something. red doesn’t know selfishness, her family taught her that.
tidbits.
like i’ve mentioned, red’s kinda . . . a private investigator? sort of? for all the very dark goings on. because of her small frame, her adeptness with knives, her tracking, etcetera, she’s really the best bet at finding someone and has had her fair share of run ins with ghoulish beasts back in her home land. but yeah! she’s sort of well known, probably known as “that kid who won’t leave well enough alone” but you know, she’s trying.
still has her cloak but no longer wears it. it’s really the only thing of her grandmother’s she’s brought with her to this new world, and she’s be distraught if something happened to it.
has lots of skills but is not good.... academically. it’s kind of good she doesn’t charge for her services nor has she ever had to go to school, because she actually has undiagnosed dyscalculia, so numbers are incredibly difficult for her to wrap her hear around. she’s very practical and hands on.
