「 ✏️ 」 “ could be, ” he murmured, more to himself than to her, cupping a mug of hot joe between his hands. “ red creek’s seen its fair share of… darkness. ” tommy didn’t much believe in curses — life was complicated enough without thinking that the town itself was bent on twisting the lives of its people. but there was something about this place. the way that dread tangled in the air like roots beneath the surface, reaching up, tripping people when they weren’t looking. “ you got any sage? ”
" that's a pretty way of looking at it, " she scoffs, mindlessly picking at her nails. even talking about curses gave her anxiety. " can't say i believe in sage, " just curses, like the pessimist she was, " but they have everything at sisters of the moon if you're looking to ward off evil, or find out that your life was predestined. you never really had a choice. "
“ you think? ” josie remarks. she's thought about this murder since the very moment the news of a dead body broke, and it's been making her more anxious than she normally is ( which is typically not at all. ) the idea of a killer among them has made her so frightened that sometimes she refuses to believe it. “ because i think it is, like, for real. twenty five years since the last murder? that's too rounded of a number — that's pennywise shit. we're fucking doomed. ”
" you think our lives are some big horror movie? our fate long predestined by the horror gods? " willow's entire life was based on trying to fight the current, to escape what destiny awaited willow in this small town. now she was resigned to it. " don't think i'm nice enough to be the final girl. or dumb enough to die first. does that make me fodder? a nameless character killed off in the big party scene? "
( lauren london . demi woman . she / they ) . ⸻ corbin mercer , a forty year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for ten years . the halcyon is known for being adaptable and immature and is often associated with legs propped up on a desk wearing designer boots , helping and hindering in the same action , trauma disguised as immaturity . in a small town where they work as the principal at red creek k - 12 word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted .
tw for teen pregnancy, car accident, mva injury
basics:
full name: corbin louise mercer
nicknames: corb, cor
gender: demi woman / genderfluid
pronouns: she/they
sexuality: bisexual
age: 40
date of birth: -
zodiac sign: -
residence: a three bedroom house
occupation: principal at redcreek k-12
appearance:
faceclaim: lauren london
height: 5'7
build: curvy
eyes: brown
hair: brown
piercings: ears x2, helix, belly button
about
corbin has always been a little over the top
she was a theatre kid AND hung out with the kinda people who would later form a motorcycle gang
yeah she close who red creek's motorcycle gang they go way back <3
had a teen pregnancy oops, her daughter was raised by her grandparents until the age of ten cause corbin was busy living life as a highway
when she was 19 she was in a ( TW CAR ACCIDENT PLS LOOK AWAY ) really bad car accident and was bed ridden for a few months. it took her years to fully regain mobility and she still gets the odd pain.
because of the incident she had to drop out of college and get her degree online
her friends weren't THAT kind of friends so they all drifted away from her
she decided it was time to finally start being a mom, got a job as a vice principal detroit, waited for that principal to retire or die
was informed by a co worker about an open position in red creek so she said fuck it and moved. that was ten years ago
residents in red creek will know her as dramatic, over the top, snarky, optimistic, materialistic, promiscuous and a questionable mom
but their daughter is an adult now so let corbin be a slut in peace !!
wanted connections
siblings, a renter for the spare bedroom in her house, adult friends cause every friend group needs a corbin, former hookups ( they only do one night stands soz )
location: outside redemption chappell
time: just before midnight.
for: open to all
guilt wasn't an unfamiliar feeling for fletcher. if anything, it might be the only thing he knew how to feel. it had been a long time since he felt anything else. the church would only amplify that. the old brick walls called to him, blue eyes tracing a long crack from it's tallest tower, all the way down to the garden out front. fletch had wandered there after his visit to the redstone, the smoke and booze still clinging to him. subconsciously, flecher's hand passed over his heart, and chest, "you don't think anyone is there, do you?" whoever had come, couldn't sneak up on him, even in his state.
" the only person in there is a priest much too hot for celibacy. " corbin gazes almost longingly up at the church. maybe if she was capable of feeling guilt her relationship with her family wouldn't be so fractured. " it's a little late for catholic guilt this time of night. are you alright, dear? " she addresses him in the same manor she would her students -- she asks but frankly she doesn't care.
" that's not what you were calling me the other night . " ricardo replies, nonplussed . he offers her a smile , charming yet as cold and dead as he is inside . ricardo tilts his head to the side and gives her an obvious look over . " are you hitting on me ? because if you wanted to sleep together again , all you have to do is ask really nice and i may consider it . " he doesn't watch her throw the newspaper to know that she misses the shot . " ooh ouch . burn . if you really think i'm obviously the killer , then why are you talking to me ? " ricardo takes a step closer to her , raising both his eyebrows . " don't you know sleeping with the killer is what makes you next on the list ? haven't you watched scream ? or any horror movie ever ? "
avery suddenly jumps up from the bench, startled by the accusation. she was really hoping that whole encounter was a fever dream but drunk avery really did make the stupiest deciison possible. " i don't know what you're talking about. " smooth recovery. avery crosses her arms across her chest. " i would never hit on you, i would, however, hit you. " she takes a step back, trying to put some distance between her and satan incarnate. " if that did happen, which i'm not saying it did, then it was an accident and will never happen again. " she scoffs, turning away from him. " i don't think you're really the killer, dumbass. you're too cocky, you'd brag about it and get yourself caught. "
⁑ ❝ i dunno, you seen jennifer check ? ❞ santi replies, somewhat hoping the conversation could turn to a slasher flick debrief instead of focusing on the very real horrors of their town. when avery names her suspect— talk about a mic drop statement. if he had anything else to drop, he probably would've. ❝ kieran ? ❞ his brows furrow as he mindlessly starts the load of laundry, rushing through the steps so he can join her on the bench. it leaves a sick feeling in his stomach to consider the possibility. ❝ avery– first thing's first– you absolutely shouldn't just tell people that. ❞ ( though he's storing the borderline accusation in his ever - growing bank of information ) ❝ second, why do you think that ? ❞
" santi i appreciate the compliment but i'm not nearly as hot as megan fox. not to mention -- she wasn't human and she only killed boys. " if avery was the killer, she would do the same. so far the victims had only been females. " only a man would target women in this misogynistic world. " she shrugs crossing her legs and giving santi a weird look as he rushes over. " oh please, everyone knows he was already questioned by the police. he started it by accusing our dad of being the killer. "
☾ a familiar voice pulls hana from a monotonous routine. one the would've sparked excitement before now tugs on her heartstrings in a different way — maybe it's guilt from their hastily severed ties. it's a scenario she's purposefully avoided for months & maybe this is divine intervention; a sign to face it head on. willow has a past with another version of hana, one that's hard to get in touch with these days. new hana would face her with a confident smile. ❝ talking to yourself ? ❞ she asks, tone chipper despite the way heart threatens to claw out through her chest. ❝ i wouldn't say cursed. maybe a weirdo - magnet, though. ❞
it's an dull ache, one that never really went away but seeing hana again after all these years ... the dull turns into sharp stabbing pain. she discreetly rubs at her chest and puts on a toothless smile. this was way she came back, right? resolve the unresolved. it was worse than she thought it would be. " an old habit. " she replies, as if hana wouldn't know the old her. the two of them were two sides of the same coin, constantly pretending. they didn't use to pretend around each other. " i guess the rumors of your return were true. " she gives hana a once over, confirming with her eyes that the real hana is in fact in front of her. " guess that makes us both weirdos, since we both returned. " she gives hana a wink, attempting to be casual.
darcy's halloween had been entirely uneventful. as per usual, she'd worked all day at the library, gone home, watched a movie, and gone to bed. it was the same monotonous life, day after day. and though she wasn't necessarily content, such predictability was reassuring. the sun would still rise, the town would still be the same, and life would continue.
but then on the heels of daniela estrada going missing, alaina price had been murdered. and now red creek had to reckon with the past meeting the present.
cursed felt apt.
"and you'd be right," she agreed, setting down her cup of coffee as she turned towards willow. "i wish i could be more optimistic, but i actually can't remember the last time something good happened here. can you?"
she shuffles closer to her old friend, her overly sweet late going cold. " the talbots are in charge, nothing good can possibly come from that. " they were everything the liaos were not and that somehow made it worse. " the best thing we did was get out of this town. what on earth are we doing back here? " it was unsolved issues, but based on the current events it looked like those issues would stay unresolved because when bloodshed happens, it's always the poor to go first.
🔒 closed starter for avery / / @ichorstained
📍 piper's apartment on saber street.
♤ ❝ can you please talk to me like it's a totally normal week in a totally boring town ? ❞ piper pleads, falling onto her couch with a sigh. it's unsettling enough to live through the tragedy itself, much less listen to everyone's attempt at a diy interrogation. ❝ i feel like my brain is two more theories away from self imploding. ❞
in normal circumstances avery would be appalled. this true crime stuff was like a drug to her but she adored piper, even if she was a little jealous of her naturally blonde hair. she sits on the arm of the couch and pats her sister's head. " hmm, where to begin. i was doing laundry earlier and finch told me he thinks dad is a panty thief. i was almost alarmed but he feeds five course meals to fish so he really can't be trusted. oh -- i'm getting a dog! "
* ❪ 🦇 ❫ ﹕ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 laundry mashes together ( had shoved it all in before she could retaliate ), the coins in his pockets slipping out & clanking against metal with obnoxious PLINKS. the man behind the counter clears his throat in finch's direction, a call to sea that he floats to like a lost ship, exchanging something that he steps in to cover with his body. a shuffle of paper as he continues the chatter. ❛ your freaky ass dad for sure. pretty sure he took a pair of my fuckin' underwear one time. slept over kie's when we were like — what ? twenty ? — next mornin nothin'. ❜ the cashier avoids hearing the conversation altogether as soon as their interaction ends, nodding him off with a scurry into the back. finch is shoving an envelope in his pocket with one hand, a powdered bag of laundry detergent in the other that spills from a hole in its corner as he makes his way to the open washing drawer.
avery spent too much time with finch as it is, having the unfortunate privilege of being one of his roommates. frankly, she did laundry to get away from him and june and now there they were, doing laundry together. she doesn't comment when he throws his clothes in with hers. she's playing the long con -- make all of finch's whites pink. an exasperated sound comes out of avery as she rolls her eyes. " what is wrong with you finch? genuinely. " she had never heard someone accuse her dad of panty snatching but she would probably believe someone if they told her -- as long as that person wasn't finch. " are you sure it wasn't kieran? he probably ran out of clean boxers and stole yours. " or maybe it was a curoius piper but she would never throw her baby sister under the bus. " dude you're making a mess, " she points to the bag he's holding, a frown on her lips.
fletch had been patiently waiting to be able to use the machine for a good half hour now, but he wasn't about to pester someone to be able to take care of it. so he simply stood there. waiting for a machine to open up. when a buzzer had finally gone off, he thought now would be his time. but then another five minutes had passed. he didn't mean to be caught staring, but when the news paper ripped away, he was startled, " uh, you mean who left their wet clothes in the wash ? i haven't the faintest ," before blinking, " oh , you don't mean that at all... "
" what, no that was me. " she makes no move to clear out her wet clothes, too engrossed in her conversation. she leans over, handing fletch her newspaper. " i mean who killed alaina, kidnapped angela's cousin...the obvious elephant in the room. " why was she seemingly the only person in town intrigued by the recent events?
𝗃𝖺𝗒𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked around the dingy laundromat. he shouldn’t be here, scrubbing out his own clothes in red creek of all places. for the past seven years, life had 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 him ┈ private jets, fancy hotels, personal assistants handling everything from laundry to dinner reservations. now he was back home, standing under harsh fluorescent lights and battling an ancient washing machine he could barely figure out. he sighed, over the top and exasperated, squinting at the tiny icons on the detergent tray. just as he was about to give up, he caught a glimpse of someone lounging on a nearby bench: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿. her nonchalance in this place threw him off, and he almost didn’t register her question.
“ huh ? who did 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 ? ” he muttered, mind half focused on the detergent situation. but then it hit him. of course ┈ what everyone in red creek seemed to be whispering about these days ┈ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀. not that he wasn’t aware; it was just that his own life was so turned upside down he barely had the energy to think about anyone else’s problems. jayce turned, an eyebrow raised, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “ maybe it was 𝙮𝙤𝙪, and you’re just trying to throw the rest of us off the case, ” he teased, crossing his arms, his tone laced with mock suspicion. if red creek was going to spin a wild story, he figured he might as well join in, if only to distract himself from the mess his life had become.
avery's head perks up with interest, sitting up suddenly. avery had always felt a kinship with jayce, one sided of course, she wasn't about to embarrass herself and admit that to anyone. jayce was a former professional athlete and avery was on her way there. yes, ballet was considered a sport. seeing him back in red creek reminded her that everyone ends up back here sooner or later. " jayce carter doing his own laundry? aren't you rich enough to have someone do that for you? " pot meet kettle. frankly less people would be harmed if avery didn't do her own laundry. " dearest babysitter stabbed to death, remember? " she sounds detached from the situation, because she is. avery hadn't seen alaina in years. the concept of death seemed so foreign to her.
she grimaces at his reply, waving her hand at him. " please you could probably bench press twice my weight. " sure her life was getting sad but not enough to start murdering people. blood also made her squeamish. " maybe you and taylan are teaming up, both professional athletes for some reason living it up in dead creek. if that was me i'd -- probably move into a shitty apartment with two assholes. never mind i've lost the plot. " she lays back down and pulls an arm over her eyes, blocking out the world.
ricardo hasn't done his own laundry in years . it's a crime to start now . he's frowning at the machine in question as the voice interrupts him . he looks over at the girl - soft cheeks , light hair , pale beachy skin . it's a fucking talbot . you can tell them from a mile away because they look like they kind of people that might still be VAGUELY RACIST . " me . " he says , in exaggeration , before grinning . " reading the register ? i'm flattered . "
this was definitely karma for never thinking before she spoke, sober avery would never willingly speak to the devil. " are you lost, spawn of satan? " both of them came from wealthy families but at least hers had always felt down to earth. " you're too obvious. haven't the police questioned you yet? you would be first on my suspect list. " she scoffs and balls up the newspaper before chucking it at the trash. she misses by a landslide. " there's literally no other news source so quit stroking your own ego, it's gross. "
