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glen ellen, ca. ~ home of river greene theresa frostad eggesbø, lionel nasir archie renaux, daphne dubois jasmin savoy brown and antonio ' anthony ' reyes oscar isaac

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" you did not just say that about a dead person, " her ton of voice far from empathetic. " i asked for anything nice i could throw into this obituary, not something that will get me sued for slander. "

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" i don't know why you're complaining, " lionel saunters in like he has all the time in the world. " thirty minutes late is practically early for me. "

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" i'm starting to think i should be charging you for our little chats, " anthony smiles, sipping on his glass of chardonnay. " i usually charge people a lot more than a glass of wine for my services. "

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"don't look now but that cutie over there is totally checking you out." sawyer said with a smirk, casually darting blue orbs toward the figure in question, "so what's the vibe? need me to be your wingman or bodyguard."

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daphne misses the first few words, turning quickly in her seat to check out the so-called 'cutie' checking her out. they make eye-contact, with a wink and a flash of her wicked grin, daphne turns back to sawyer. " not exactly my type. but maybe we can get a couple of drinks out of this before they realise i'm not interested. "

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stood on the side of the road, arms crossed over her chest against the chilled late night wind. river hadn't been expecting to be left stranded when she left her apartment that night, somehow she always found herself in situations she never expected. a set of headlights appear in the distance, blinding, for only a second, as the car pulls up alongside her. " don't say a word. i just need a ride. " chagrin slipping between her gritted teeth as she addresses the driver.

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“oh.” one hand flips to the next page in the photo album that’s sprawled in her lap, the other holding onto a glass of wine. “oh, wow. you were a… good-looking gentleman.” glances at him from where she’s sat, cross-legged on the sofa. “your hair? smashing. i can definitely see the appeal. dude, those are some refined curls. well done.” takes a sip of the riesling, downing it with a click of the tongue and a satisfied ‘mhhh’ as she goes back to vicariously living through memories that aren’t her own. “aw, i like this one. you all seem so happy. so sweet.” a small smile on the lips, a sense of warmth in her chest. “well, except that guy.” points at the man in question. “he looks like he does not wanna be there.” 

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" were ? " he echoed with false aghast. anthony flipped the record over in hands, carefully angling the needle over the edge, the crackling before the first notes of the song. he chuckles at her observation, knowing exactly who she was talking about without being able to see the photograph. he picked up his own glass of wine, and made his way back over to her, sinking back into the comfort of his leather sofa, lazily draping on arm around the back of the younger woman and leaning over to have a closer look at the photo album in her lap. " oh god, i remember that weekend, " pushing his glasses further up his nose. " the wates' beach house... i would've been your age. "

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November (2017)

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(   theresa frostad eggesbø  +  female  +  she / her  )     🠒     i think we're alone now  by   annie dirusso   is  something  that  resonates  with   river greene.  the  investigative  reporter at  glen ellen news station is  glen  ellen's  very  own   sleuth,   who  has  been  in  town  for  three  months. while  they  are  only  twenty-seven,    they  can  be  very   uptight    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  determined.   in  a  town  where  every  one  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that she's [ REDACTED ]  and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.   i  wonder  if  the  killer  also  thinks  of   red thread connecting the dots, pages torn from a notebook, coffee runs and croissants, bruised wrists and torchlight,   like  i  do,    when  i  think  of  them.   

fullname : river greene hometown : devil hills, nc d.o.b : january 1st, 1996 zodiac : capricorn languages : english tattoos : butterfly on her lower back education : graduate of columbia university occupation : investigative reporter at glen ellen new station hobbies : personality :

a brief history [ under construction ]

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(   archie renaux +  male  +  he / him  )     🠒     things still left to say   by   mal blum  is  something  that  resonates  with   lionel nasir.  the  busser  at  the glen ellen local bar is  glen  ellen's  very  own   wee rascal,   who  has  been  in  town  for  twenty years. while  they  are  only  twenty-five,    they  can  be  very   impulsive    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  kindhearted.   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   bloody noses and bruised knuckles, contagious laughter, watching a sunrise from a rooftop with a beer in hand,   like  i  do,    when  i  think  of  them. 

fullname : lionel nasir hometown : glen ellen, ca d.o.b : october 5th, 1998 zodiac : libra languages : english tattoos : education : high school diploma occupation : busser at the glen ellen local bar hobbies : personality :

a brief history [ under construction ]

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(   jasmin savoy brown  +  non binary +  she / they  )     🠒     i love my friends   by   foster the people   is  something  that  resonates  with   daphne dubois.  the  shop  attendant  at  RECORD  THIS  !  RECORD  SHOP is  glen  ellen's  very  own   music aficionado,   who  has  been  in  town  for  twenty-eight years. while  they  are  only  age  twenty-eight,    they  can  be  very   stubborn    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  sincere.   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   guitar picks on every surface, personal mix tapes with overly specific titles, threadbare sneakers, no spaces between the pins and patches on a jacket, and a middle finger to the sky,    like  i  do,    when  i  think  of  them.   

fullname : daphne marie dubois hometown : glen ellen, ca. d.o.b : february 19th, 1995 zodiac : pisces languages : english, french tattoos : a funky little star education : high school diploma occupation : shop attendant at RECORD THIS ! hobbies : lead guitarist and co-founder of SHOUTY SHOUTY SHOUTY, indie-rock band with psychedelic and riot grrrl influences. avid cassette tape collector. a severe defender of analog. personality : blunt, sarcastic but fiercely loyal. can and will befriend just about anyone, is brutally honest if you fuck up or acting against your best interests. she's very much a " tell it how it is " type of person and isn't worried about stepping on people's toes.

a brief history [ under construction ]

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(   oscar isaac  +  male  +  he / him  )     🠒     once in a lifetime   by  the talking heads   is  something  that  resonates  with   antonio 'anthony' reyes.  the personal therapist is  glen  ellen's  very  own   confidant,   who  has  been  in  town  for  6 years. while  they  are  only  forty-two,    they  can  be  very   weak-willed    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  generous.   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  a salt and pepper beard, wired-rimmed reading glasses, leather bound books, red wine, unkept stacks of vinyl,   like  i  do,    when  i  think  of  them.   

fullname : antonio 'anthony'/'tony' reyes hometown : evansville, in d.o.b : may 12th, 1981 zodiac : taurus languages : spanish, english tattoos : N/A education : graduate of stanford university, ca occupation : personal therapist family : sophia reyes ( niece ), ex-wife, older brother, younger sister hobbies : anthony doesn't own a tv, spends too much time listening to his melancholic vinyl from the madchester era of music, and hasn't read a fiction novel since he was in high school. personality : academic, intelligent and pretentious. but also there's an awkwardness to him, stumbling over his words on occasion with the habit of fiddling with his glasses whenever he does. he's a compassionate and kind person, which is why he found himself leaning into a career as a therapist.

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antonio reyes had a pretty typical childhood, with a perfect older brother on one side and a genius younger sister on the other, he was the unnoticed middle child. he left home at eighteen for college and never really looked back. started going by anthony in professional circles, married his ex-wife a week after graduating, had his own practice within a year.

things fell apart for antonio just as fast as they'd come together. his marriage already had problems. they'd married too young and too fast, but then [ REDACTED ]. long story short; he ended up divorce and on the cusp of losing his license. to avoid tarnishing his reputation beyond repair, he decided to close his l.a. practice and move somewhere less... just less. but old habits die hard.

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morning had broke and still lionel had not made it back to the comfort of his own bed. sleep called to him, but even under the severe need for an nap he couldn't help but be distracted by the flashing lights, yellow tape, and the small crowd that was beginning to gather near the pavilion. his curiosity gets the better of him, detouring him off the path to a good days sleep. neck strained as he approaches, lionel doesn't notice the person beside him at first . his eyes are too focused on trying to make sense of the scene in front of him, not that there was much to see from where he stood. " what's going on ? " he mutters, daring to step closer still.

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