Matilda didn’t like exploiting her friends' kindness. She disliked it almost as much as she disliked not having a stable home. But at this point, the blonde has learnt to accept that the hands she’s been dealt are pretty shit - and even if she tries her best to put on a happy front - it all just kinda sucks. At least she’s got a tent. It could always be worse.
The tent in question is set up in its usual spot next to the pond in the park. She feels a lot less alone knowing the ducks are just outside. Plus, it’s quiet - or at least it is until almost midnight when what sounds like a footstep breaks through the silence. Matilda is quick to grab the flashlight next to her and unzip the tent ‘‘ whose there? ’’ she calls into the darkness.
‘‘ fuck ’’ she mumbles. She burns with a desire to do something, anything. She was too young to do anything for or about her mother, and because of it her Dad just wonders free. Maybe she can do something now. She’s not sure what, but she has a feeling she’ll have plenty of time to work it out. ‘‘ this is fucked, bash. ’’
❝ life is fucked , ❞ bashed stated bleakly without missing a beat . really , most people that grew up here knew that well . tilly was no exception , but perhaps she was better at living in her own world . ❝ i say you just ought to keep your head down , ❞
‘‘ yeah, i know. ’’ she says quietly, eyes facing the heavens. ‘‘ it just seems we get beat down a lot more here, huh? ’’ there is a small huff that escapes her lips as she turns back to Bash. ‘‘ you don’t reckon I could take them down? I’m tougher than I look. ’’
morbidity was a talent of sebastian’s whereas sugar coating , not so much . though someone that attempted to shit out sunshine and rainbows such as tilly made it tempting to do so . ❝ i think they already are one , ❞ bash stated nonchalantly . nevermind his thoughts on if it was even connected to previous known murders or not , it seemed unlikely to be caught on the first time . no , bodies after bodies tend to rack up before a lead was even treaded upon .
‘‘ fuck ’’ she mumbles. She burns with a desire to do something, anything. She was too young to do anything for or about her mother, and because of it her Dad just wonders free. Maybe she can do something now. She’s not sure what, but she has a feeling she’ll have plenty of time to work it out. ‘‘ this is fucked, bash. ’’
Sammy is almost always the first to throw the punch. It’s a fight or flight instilled in him - gifted even, by his father. And when his anxiety levels are already high, so are the rest of his emotions. He’s barely slept, bags under his eyes from a four-day stand-off with his dad, so when a couple of older men that used to tease him in school make a snide comment about his mother, he’s the first to throw the punch. Every ounce of frustration that has built up goes straight to his fists as he swings, ‘‘ Fuckin’ say it again ! ’’ He’s spitting like some feral animal, barely registering the hands that grab him from behind and pull him away ‘‘ No - let me fuckin’ at ‘em, I can take them. ’’ the heel of his hands press into his eyes as he tries to bring himself back down. ‘‘ they’re always fuckin’ pickin’ at me, that group of fucking pratts are. They called the fuckin’ cops on my brother last week as well ! ’’
❝ i’d say darkness and misery is a pretty pleasing aesthetic , ❞ and pretty accurate for this shitty town bash was merely destined to r o t in . ❝ so , i’d say you know well enough . black and blues is as far as I can go , ❞
for a split second, the happy go lucky facade fails and the smile drops for just a moment. ‘‘ it’s all there is in this town. its like a plague. ’’ its quiet, and there is a lot left unsaid that hangs in the air between them. ‘‘ do you think its going to become a serial killer? ’’ the change in subject is HARSH and SUDDEN, but it was inevitable. there is only so long they can pretend whats happening isn’t happening.
DESPITE LACKING EMPLOYMENT THERE , the record shop would be one of the first places anyone who knew nickie would look , should they be on the search for him. less so lately than usual , but loitering around the shop and bothering its employees ( mainly his sister ) was typically one of his go-to pastimes. wandering through the door , the first thing they noticed was how quiet it was , not a soul in sight. " anybody here ? " they called out , hoping someone might emerge from the back rooms , " hope you know I'm going to start stealing things if I'm left alone for too long. " it was a joke , sure , but one that had the likelihood of quickly becoming reality if he grew bored enough.
CLOSED STARTER | FOR MATILDA YAXLEY ( @hecrtgolden )
matilda is sitting on the floor behind the counter, trying to eat a sandwich as quickly as possible. They’re now ‘ down a staff member ’, so she’s doing a shift ALONE for the first time. It is an odd feeling, and she’s trying to keep herself busy as to not focus on or feel the overwhelming grief that comes with loosing a friend. The sound of the door takes her by surprise - of course, their first customer of the day is going to come while she’s trying to have lunch - and she quickly wraps it up before the familiar voice echoes through the shop. She stands up quickly, a smile forced across her features. ‘‘ good afternoon, darling boy ! ’’ its bright, it has to be. ‘‘ i mean, you’re welcome to still do so if you wish, i’ll just close my eyes. ’’
( Kathryn Newton + cis woman + she / her ) 🠒 john hughes movie by maisie peters is something that resonates with matilda yaxley. the shop assistant at record this! record shop is glen ellen's very own broken bird, who has been in town for twenty years and while they are only twenty five, they can be very naive but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more benevolent. in a town where every one 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 symptomatic by peach prc, butterfly clips, always chipped nail polish, glitter eyeshadow, handmade bracelets, smudged mascara, bruised lips like i do, when i think of them.
full name — matilda yaxley
nickname(s) — tilly, tilda, millie.
name meaning — battle mighty
age — twenty five
date of birth — march 19
place of birth — fresno, california
current location — glen ellen, california, us
gender — cis-woman
pronouns — she/her
sexual orientation — heterosexual
religion — agnostic
occupation — assistant at record this ! record shop
education level — high school
family — louise yaxley ( mother, deceased ) , daniel jones ( father ) , evie yaxley ( maternal grandmother, deceased ) , jose yaxley ( maternal grandfather )
finances — working class
spoken languages — English
medical diagnosis’ — post traumatic stress disorder, anxiety, depression, pyrophobia
Inspired by : NELL CRAIN (THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE), JANE EYRE (JANE EYRE), JO & AMY MARCH (LITTLE WOMEN), SCOUT FINCH (TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD), ELIZA DOOLITTLE (MY FAIR LADY)
TW for abuse, fire, stalking, Metal health
- Matilda was the only child born to louise and daniel, although she always craved for more. In her earliest years she begged for a sibling. She said silent prayers to a god she didn’t believe it and whispered it into Santas ear when december rolled around. She never got a sibling, no, instead her parents separated.
- two houses, two homes, two kitchens, two phones. two birthdays, two christmases. it was FINE, but it made her sad. She wished so deeply for a nuclear family. Instead she got awkward handovers where her dad will rip her from her mothers arms and moan that she was a BITCH.
- When Matilda was seven, her life was flipped on its head in the worst way. The divorced was being finalised and as a result, her Dad set fire to the home where she and her mother slept. He was the first on the scene, the first to pull his only child, terrified and screaming, from the burning building - ‘the heroic dad ’ the headlines went mad ‘ hero dad braves flames to save daughter ! ’.
- It didn’t take long for his plan to foil though. The police were onto him from the get go. They just needed evidence. They watched him carefully, allowing him to lap up the glory like a dehydrated dog. Five weeks after the event, he was arrested on suspicion of pre medicated murder, malicious arson and endangering the life or health of a child. He lost custody of Matilda and she was sent to live with her ageing grandparents.
- her grandfather was already living in a care home when she moved in, the dementia had set in some years prior, and her grandmother had said she was grateful he would never know the weight of grief over their daughter. They visited him three times a week, and life with her grandparents was slow but comfortable.
- five years later, when Matilda was almost thirteen, her father was released due to a lack of evidence. He was not allowed contact with his daughter until she was 18 and could make the decision herself, but he was still always there. she could feel his eyes watching from afar.
- When she was eighteen he became persistant. He would show up at her school, at the house, on street corners. Begging for her attention, and when she refused he would throw out threats to her life and her grandmothers life.
- Several months ago Matilda lost her grandmother and with that the home she lived in. She has been living with friends (sofas mostly). He is still everywhere. He comes to the record shop often, and even though he’s barred now he stands outside and waits for her.
- Still, she is almost naive ( it’s probably the trauma ! ). She has the sweetest most kind heart in the world . Queen of ‘it’s fine ! I’m okay ! How are you ? Do you need anything ? Tea ? Coffee ? A hug ? Oh no I’m not projecting I’m fine !’
‘‘ This ’’ she says quietly, trailing her finger across the ceiling ‘‘ this is where the split should be. And here, on this side - the evening sun. Lilacs and baby pinks. Yellow trickling through. and this side - this would be midnight rain. Navy’s, blacks, hundreds of tiny fibre optic lights for stars. Brooding clouds and tiny raindrops. ” A sigh escapes her lips as she jumps down from the ladder. “ That’s just how I would decorate it, if I was you. ”
@bashscmmers
the roll of golden hues came rather naturally when around matilda . probably due to the pure opposites that they’ve grown to be . in fact , her description was a pretty good indicator of their own dynamic . tilly , sunshine and rainbows . sebastian fit the broody rain and clouded aura . ❝ i don’t know if i could tolerate that much sunshine , even if it is split . doesn’t quite fit the vibe . ❞
tilly takes a seat next to him, legs crossed and shoulders bumping slightly. ‘‘ and what is the vibe ? darkness and misery ? ’’ it's light and teasing ‘‘ if i didn't know better, i would think you have an allergy to color. ’’
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 with slight amusement. sure, whoever was doing this was some sick fuck, that is if it wasn't some bored highschooler that got a hold of the area codes. rolling her eyes, phone locks. ❛ hundred dollars that it's some computer geek in highschool ! ❜
‘‘ nah, not a chance . ’’ Sammy responds, head shaking knowingly as he lights up the cigarette between his teeth ‘‘ my moneys on some group of teen fuckwitts who came up with this masterplan during some underage drinking game - not two braincells to rub together between ‘em i bet. ’’
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