“No,” Lorelei said. “He’s not going to be okay. I mean, who would be after all that happened? Your body couldn’t handle it and as for your brain, well. I would be surprised if he can sleep at all but for the dark circles I saw under his eyes that’s not an option,” she added. “I wouldn’t sleep if I were Red. I’m hundred percent sure he sees his wife every time he closes his eyes and that’s torture”
She had seen it multiple times after a funeral. For some reason, she found herself face to face with the person who had just lost a loved one and their faces were not the same. She knew it for experience after her parent’s passed and she had a hard time concentrating on anything that wasn’t them. Her aunts had to gave her a few herbs to calm her down and make her sleep, otherwise she would have been awake for weeks. “He won’t be okay until he finds what he’s looking for, if he even finds it, to be honest. But, darkness works in mysterious ways.”
-------- true. there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that red was not okay. in fact, he was probably the furthest away from ' okay ’ after what had just went down. she couldn’t help but feel silly for asking in the first place. “ i feel bad for the man. ” susie wasn’t sure what she would do if she was in his shoes ; especially to have everything so .. publicized ----- though , he didn’t help with that by doing threatening the mayor at a community celebration.
luckily ( or unluckily depending on how you see it ) , susie hadn’t experienced much death thus far in her 24 years on earth. she didn’t have very many family members in wade ; most of their whereabouts weren’t known by susie or her parents. the only death she’d really experienced was the “death” of the multiple plants she’d had growing up ------- which was absolutely nothing compared to this. “ i think i’m .. scared, almost, for when--- if he finds what he’s looking for. ” the femme admits. “ i mean , what if what he finds is .. bad ? and only makes things worse ? ” sometimes the unknown is better , susie things.
Everyone, Frankie included, looked – or rather, stared – when Red Johnson pinned the Mayor against the wall, and then flipped a fucking table. Frankie could admit that the display had shocked her, though apparently not nearly so much as the girl in front of her, who’d flung her arms around Frankie the moment the table had crashed to the ground. The red on her cheeks was enough of a sign to Frankie that she was embarrassed about what she’d done – and yeah, it was pretty embarrassing – so when the girl offered an apology, Frankie gave a nonchalant shrug. No need to make it any worse than it already was.
But then she asked Frankie if she though Red was going to be okay, and the freckle-faced girl deduced that the interaction had definitely gotten worse.
“I wouldn’t use that word personally,” Frankie responded, her eyes drifting away from Susie and back towards the destroyed table. “What do you think?”
her chest falls in defeat at the response she’d gotten. her eyes , too , glance at the broken table & splattered goods. she immediately pushes down the urge to cry before speaking : “ i guess that was a silly question to ask after that . . . ” the femme rubs her forearm , unsure of what to say next.
her glistening eyes turn to the mayor who was still recovering from what had just happened. “ i have to admit that i would hate to be the mayor at a time like this. ” susie couldn’t imagine the everlasting stress that man has to deal with ----- which was only heightened by what red had just threatened. “ think the cops will finally start pulling their weight now ? ”
time: just after red’s departure
location: meeting hall
status: open !!
Tommy attended the annual Spring celebration for a few different reasons, one of the lesser being the fact that his mom insisted on it — “You’re never seen with this family, Tommy, and it’ll do you good to get out of that basement,” She would say, flustered that the neighbours might start discussing her business — and also because he wasn’t one to turn down company. But the main reason was because if something was to happen Tommy didn’t want to miss it, and boy did something happen.
As soon as Red had made his rather dramatic entrance, a half-laughed exclamation of ‘oh shit!’ had befallen Tommy’s lips and he had immediately whipped out his phone to record the whole thing. Josie’s disappearance and the events leading up to it had gripped Tommy’s interest and he had been running an investigation of his own, not that much of it really pieced together at this point. The only explanation he could really find was that shit was just weird, but that didn’t look good in writing.
After the discourse and Red’s even more dramatic exit, Tommy pocketed his phone and let out another light-hearted chuckle. “Man, they should get that guy on WWE, they could call him the Mayor Fucker.” He laughed, observing the food splattered all over the floor after Red’s pretty epic table flip. “Did you see that?” He wasn’t quite aware of how stupid a question it was, but it struck up conversation nonetheless.
the femme couldn’t shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen during the spring celebration ; it had been , after all , the first since josie’s passing. & the second that iffy feeling left , red walked in. she looked at the other and furrowed her eyebrows at the fact that his first instinct was to record the poor man. “ dude--- ”
she watched anxiously at the altercation -- unsure of who to feel bad for. red for having a public outburst ( and for losing his wife in the weirdest fucking way ) or for the mayor for being the abrupt victim of said outburst. all susie knew was that she was glad red’s anger wasn’t being directed at her.
the sigh that escaped her after red left was long ; as if she’d unknowingly held her breath the entire time he was in the area. blue hues turn to tommy before rolling. “ he deserves better than to be on wwe, ” she said. the only reason she even knew about those fighting shows was because her father was quite fond of watching them after downing a few beers. “ give him an mma contact at least. ” sure , susie feels bad for joking but it was one of the only ways she knew how to cope with stress. “ i honestly didn’t know the old man had that in him. ” her attention turns to the mayor who is validly shaken up. “ i’d hate to be him right now -- ”
for whatever reason susie feels the need to hold her breath when she sees red walk in. she’s seen herself in the mirror enough times to know what someone looks like when they haven’t had a weeks worth of sleep. she takes a step back , nearly bumping into the person behind her. the louder red’s voice got , the more her hands seem to shake. she’d never heard him be so serious before.
susie’s eyes are watching her homemade pie as the entire table falls to the ground. the crashing noise causes her to -- quite literally -- jump onto the person next to her. it takes only seconds for the femme to realize she was attached to the other & her cheeks reddened. susie took a step away. “ er-- sorry about that, ” she clears her throat & rubs her forearm. the femme tries her best to keep eye contact away from the mayor. she turns to the one she was wrapped around just moments ago & asks :
He’s jittery when he sits by the counter at Red’s and it’s probably not just the coffee’s fault — anyone asks, though, it is, and Wade’s thinking that five cups in one sitting might be the magic number to share with other people, even if he’s just had one. The empty plate stares back at him, the first proper breakfast he’s had in days scarfed down at the speed of light. He pushes it away and half-lays across the counter, his fingers tapping on the surface, his left leg bouncing up and down. He feels both full of energy and super drowsy at the same time and figures that he just needs a little more time to wake up. It’s been two hours already, sure, but he needs more time.
“Have you done your taxes yet?” he turns to the person closest to him, and while the conversation starter is half I’m just gonna say whatever and half do you know people who can do my taxes, it sort of sounds like he’s genuinely interested. He is…ish? Who’s he kidding, he really fucking isn’t. “That shit’s fucking complicated, man. I don’t do forms and shit.”
susie wasn’t originally planning on eating at red’s but there’s an odd turn of events & she finds herself sitting in a booth with a plate of eggs , toast and bacon sat in front of her. it smells delicious , no doubt. but her mind is too occupied for her to really enjoy the meal ; how was red doing ? how was the family holding up after josie’s death ? are the police doing everything they can ? are they----
the femme doesn’t realize how long she’s been staring at her plate. she only comes back to her senses when she hears someone’s voice. with a sip of her apple juice , her attention turns to the other. “ ... ” taxes ? her parents are the ones who take care of all of that so she isn’t completely sure how to respond. “ err -- i’m sorry, i’m not the one who does taxes in my household. ” ----- a subtle way of saying i have no fucking idea dude , she thinks. “ i could ask my mother to help you out ? she’s a smart woman, i’m sure she could at least help explain what everything means . . ? ”
she cringes. “ sorry i couldn’t be more help .. i’ve heard taxes are a pain. ”
Percy didn’t often get too involved in other people’s business. It was kind of hard in a small town, there were rumors about everything to the Josie thing all the way down to if some kids mom had paid off the local ref for that football win. It was a lot of noise and while she would keep up with just enough to have something entertaining to tell her dad (the true gossip of the family), she didn’t care much.
However, she couldn’t quite help herself when, on her way home from work she noticed someone sitting alone on a park bench. Her bike idled as she slowed down, kicking the kick stand carefully before pulling off her helmet. “Hey. You– uhm– you good?” She hesitated before moving closer, still pretty unsure as she managed to make it into the light of a streetlamp and show herself to the other.
“I have a spare helmet in my bag in you need a ride somewhere. It’s getting kinda… late, yeah?”
stress ----- that was what most people called it. overwhelming , paralyzing , horrible stress. the last susie had checked , it was . . . late. which was the reason for said stress , she assumed. the femme had been working only hours prior to this moment & she couldn’t quite remember why she was sat on this bench , at this time. ‘𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑒.’ her mother would say. so maybe - just maybe - there was a reason for her being at the park.
susie has her face in her hands & only perks her head up when she hears a familiar voice. she tries her best to make it seem like she wasn’t crying but the red , puffy eyes and dark under eye circles are an immediate giveaway. “ percy--- what are you doing here ? ” susie takes a shaky inhale at the mention that it’s getting late. how late could it be ? “ i-- ” she exhales ; almost as if she’s defeated for whatever reason. the femme rises to her feet.
GREETINGS !!! i’m amanda ( 19, she/her ) & can i just say how genuinely excited i am to be here --- i’m very much looking forward to meeting you all + your characters and unfolding secrets and getting excited with y’all and just fdjkgh !!
ANYWAY .. under the cut , you’ll find information on my baby girl , susie , as well as some connection ideas ~ ♡
also my d!scord is coochpetals#3608 if you prefer plotting / chatting over there —
⚠️ triggers: mentions of implied child & domestic abuse. indicated by **
born at home to a librarian turned stay-at-home mom, annette & highly respected priest, fergus.
once susie was old enough to properly understand words, sentences + meanings, strict rules were set in place. some of these rules included:
No talking to boys.
Keep your posture straight.
No swearing.
No staying up past 10pm.
Absolutely no sexual activity.
susie was an unexpected pregnancy that took a toll on her parent’s marriage. it started out slow ; bickering about how fergus leaves the toilet seat up and whose turn it was to help with homework.
** & by age 12, susie had grown used to the sound of shattering plates and unexplained bruises her mother desperately tried to cover with concealer.
by the time she was 13, she had gotten bored of the same old routine. & in turn, this made her sneak out after curfew ... needless to say, she only got to break rules for 2 days before getting caught.
** for 2 weeks, no one saw her. she’d been excused from school, hadn’t contacted friends, and was never seen walking around town at all. it wasn’t until the 3rd week that susie slowly started to be seen but she was ... different.
there was also now an unexplained scar on the left side of her neck.
it took nearly a month for her to fully get back to the girl she used to be. & no one really knows what happened during the 2 weeks of her absence.
upon turning 18, she started to get bored again. but to prevent going missing for 2 weeks, she snuck her laptop into her room and started a cam girl account. susie figured it would be a good way to not only experience some sexual activity but she would also get money and attention -- two things she very much felt deprived of.
to hide her identity, she bought a black bunny mask to wear during her shows as well as came up with an alias: peach.
at age 21, susie was ready to take her job to the next level. at that point, she had kept what she did a secret for 3 years. she had spent much of her free time practicing different dance moves to different songs and finally worked up the courage to audition.
she did the entire process in her bunny mask and with great surprise, had gotten the job that night!
was very negatively affected by the news of josie’s death. they’d been neighbours for all of susie’s life & her parents were rather close to the johnson family.
the now 24 year old is holding her own little investigation to try and figure out what the hell happened to josie... primarily so she has something to do with her time instead of just sitting inside watching time pass.
sure, it’s a morbid time passer. but at least it’s something.
OTHER INFO
closeted bisexual & leans more towards women.
her family is very much the definition of “picture perfect on the outside & a fucking mess on the inside” ; susie will tell you straight up that her father is a good man despite the shit he does to not ruin his image ( & because she knows what he’ll do if he finds out she said that about him ).
it’s a hawthrone family tradition for the only child to live with their parents until they pass away & .. susie is an only child so she’s going to be living with them for a very long time.
susie has been described as being: a sweetheart, a priss, a teacher’s pet, overly friendly, chipper, annoying, fake.
she has frequent nightmares but isn’t sure why.
the fam actually have a 2 year old golden retriever named honey! It was a gift to annette for her 47th birthday from Fergus and susie. susie absolutely adores her.
susie learned how to lucid dream so she can at least feel free in her dreams.
also her curfew has been pushed up to 11:30pm.
CONNECTION IDEAS.
current lover.
best friend.
bad influence who encourages her to drink + smoke + stay out late.
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annaxmalina
areudirty
dailybridgerton
izzy806
turnnoffyourmind
snowghoul
romaincrisis
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