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⸻ stella copeland. 43. oncology registered nurse. helltownfms rpg.
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time, i used to waste all m i n e.
⸻ stella copeland. 43. oncology registered nurse. helltownfms rpg.
now time, time wastes m e.
BIO 。 PINTEREST 。RPG 。
CARRIE COON & MORGAN SPECTOR at ATX TV Festival (May 31, 2025)
Even Arcadia’s silences could be marred by violence. The light that had come was no salvation but an exit wound and left the world bleeding at its wake. It did not do well to linger in a place that Shaw did not call home, or even to leave the clinic at all, but they ought to move. A refusal to would be an act of disappearance. Though, Shaw surmised, their insistence to walk around was just as dangerous.
Let Them take. Let the daywalker take. Shaw thought, but the walk to the Common House had been quiet. The town would never be so merciful as to permit them a quick death.
It was a destination they had taken with no real purpose. They greeted back at the litany of faces who glanced, politely but curiously, at the doctor’s intrusion. Shaw had attended house calls diligently enough over the decade that their presence could very well be ignored, their crutch now only a brief point of interest as time went on. An old wound nursed better. Cared for until the kind hand was swatted away. Alone again, as before—but still in search of company.
Stella’s company had come first. Not unwelcome, though it had come with the threat of dressing up. But it would only be a small grievance. They stood leaning against the wall beside them, the mirror only revealing one side of their frame; the other buried in shadow. “My phone? No, no.” Shaw echoed Stella’s words. Their senses now cast with a persistent glaze, it was easy to mistake her features for her another’s. “But this town does commit to its gallows humor, doesn’t it?” Here they attempted a laugh. It had come, but only in sputters, lost in the afterlight.
“I’m not really sure where my phone even is, at this point.” No calls had come. No calls would ever come again, they thought, when their ghosts were already here. A son they loved. Far too many lives lost. A lover left behind. Instinctively, they found Stella’s eyes in the mirror and found ocean waves staring back. It hurt to linger, so they did not. “Why, did yours go off?” They said instead, eyes planted again on the floor.
arcadia. a horrific magician. one that shoved them all into the dark hollow of a hat instead of pulling a stark white rabbit out. could they climb out ? claw at felt fabric until air hit their cheeks, filled their lungs.... revealed them to an audience outside once again... tricks after all were tricks. some explination was behind the curtain. stella wasn't quite sure if she was courageous enough to venture behind. too frightened of what may be the truth. — then again, what was more frightening than...this.
"that's right," chin pulled from the mirror. looking to them to hold a pause that even though out of stella's control, she had been sorry they'd both had this fate. "they said there was a creature roaming in the daylight ? quite the freak show." could we kill it ? jesus, i don't even want to know. "i don't know," mascara, nearly dry, dipped into the tube a few times before stella lifted it to her eye. "sort of stuff that keeps you from never sleeping again."
it was a wonder that anyone could ever sleep in this place. surely it was bodily forced. deprived from what was most needed. stella knew herself she had spent many nights stubborn to the burn her eye sockets protested until she completely zonked out. "i think a little rouge to your cheeks would be good." noting, stella's eyes examined the old makeup spread out on the dresser. casually, the woman turned to them again. "no, nothing. it's just an old pile of tech that doesn't serve any purpose. to be honest, i was a little relieved to know technology didn't work here.. it's nice to not have buzzing notifications." not that she had many. not meaningful ones. "—but i've heard others. mentions of tv static, phone calls from family members.. but like you said, this town... kind of a bitch — isn't it?"
CARRIE COON as Laurie Duffy THE WHITE LOTUS 3.2 “Special Treatments”
Bastian hums in acknowledgement of Stella's words, though he can't say that he agrees with it. Not the specifics of it, anyway; he had never been particularly fond of such a habit. But vices were what they were - and he could understand wanting something that would sooth. Particularly in the world they were living in. Though the mention of a glass of wine he could certainly agree with. "A glass of wine would definitely be comforting right about now..."
How long had it been now since the lights had come back to life? Since the sun had risen once again, as if the world were back to normal? Bastian had never cared much for his cell phone - it had been stashed away somewhere long forgotten until the familiar ringtone began to play again. Seeing his name upon the screen, his heart had leapt. Finally, finally this nightmare was over, and he was going to be freed from here. Instead, the line was buzzing and dead, his beautiful voice not to be heard on the other side...even as his phone rang again, and again, and again.
His eyes lift when she speaks, as if following his train of thought directly to his husband. He looks to the ring still worn around his finger and nods the slightest bit. "I - yes. I do." For a just a moment, was the past tense playing on his tongue? It had been a long time, now, since he had last seen him. "You?" Who did she leave behind, if anyone? He wasn't sure what answer he hoped for, though he wondered if such ghosts were haunting her as well.
stella hummed as the craving of a luxury no longer easy for possession tingled the tip of her tongue. "mm, what kind of red do you like ? i'm more of a blend. i need a little sweetness. less of that oak flavor. i'd drink it, sure, but sometimes a dry wine tastes like i just dragged my tongue along the bottom of a barrell." the blonde softened a laugh. humor is what her line of sponsors had complained about. lack of vulnerability. avoiding by becoming a jester. sobriety wasn't ever a path stella clung her feet to.
her eyes followed down to the band. vows wrapped around. had his heart been tender ? "...me? oh, no." a beat. as stella hadn't known what that feeling may have been like. she had no partner worried on the other side of this hellscape. no family. her only person had been stuck in this place — and stella hated to admit that her and emery's relationship had only really been allowed to blossom in this place. before it'd just been letters. nothing face to face. "nobody." facial features scrunched. "god, that made me sound.... lonely. — or pathetic ? a woman of my age, but..." stop talking. you're rambling. being an independent woman doesn't make you lesser. —
fingers skimmed along the top of the table following the woods design. "sorry. — for the rambling. —but also, for what your heart must feel." stella eased sincerity. her empathy could outstretch across the town, and warm them all to spring. "what's he like ?"
location. ⁺ common house.
boredom hadn’t been a place where stella drifted often into. adolescence of being an only child had left her self sufficient. her imagination could fill a drab moment if called for. most of her life under the watch of her mother had been a solo feeling. it wasn’t until later when she gained knowledge of her sister, emery. would have childhood been different with another companion ? something she’d wondered many times, but always ended up being thankful emery hadn’t been a part of her early chapters. stella faced a lot personally that most kids were lucky to not experience. “i hope you know …i’m going to put makeup on you.” whether you like it or not. stella smirked to her reflection.
“it’ll be fun.” the mascara brush swiped against her lashes. it was growing a little dry from time. wearing a face of makeup hadn’t been much of a priority in arcadia. almost something to be thankful for. fresh faced. the amount of water she consumed without other options available had also been a blessing to her skin. something to be positive about in this hell town. “did your phone go off like everyone else's ? ….” blue eyes flickered to them in the mirror. “the universe has a funny sense of humor here.” there was nothing worse than the jarring static raging from the televisions. the phone call stella recieved was one only known of a false god. a call from her mother. she'd passed — the only signal from the failed call was one of alarming horror. maybe we're all dead already. maybe this is some hellish inbetween. - she thought.
// open starter.
carrie coon
location. ⁺ common house.
boredom hadn't been a place where stella drifted often into. adolescence of being an only child had left her self sufficient. her imagination could fill a drab moment if called for. most of her life under the watch of her mother had been a solo feeling. it wasn't until later when she gained knowledge of her sister, emery. would have childhood been different with another companion ? something she'd wondered many times, but always ended up being thankful emery hadn't been a part of her early chapters. stella faced a lot personally that most kids were lucky to not experience. "i hope you know ...i'm going to put makeup on you." whether you like it or not. stella smirked to her reflection.
"it'll be fun." the mascara brush swiped against her lashes. it was growing a little dry from time. wearing a face of makeup hadn't been much of a priority in arcadia. almost something to be thankful for. fresh faced. the amount of water she consumed without other options available had also been a blessing to her skin. something to be positive about in this hell town. "your last name is really bates, huh, and you ended up in a place like this...." blue eyes flickered to tobias in the mirror. "the universe has a funny sense of humor."
@voidkissed // closed starter.
location. ⁺ antique shop.
things. objects all once belonging to people who were unfortunate souls stepping into the horror-led town of arcadia. a role no one took willingly. lives taken, yet their things remained. "ever wonder how many people have ever been here ?" stella's mind easily dipped in morbidity, but it'd been a harmless question. curiosity that would always be left unanswered. so unaware of everything. her hands picked through a box. dust tested the air threatening one of them to sneeze. "and what people travel with ? the places they were wanting to go? it's all interesting." mere thoughts spoken out loud.
"in need of a sweater?" oversized. "looks pretty comfy." the fabric was held out, the woman sat on her legs upon the floor. this wasn't really a moment of stella needing more clothing options. this was a moment for her to get out of the house. to calm down from the latest torment of the town. she was just happy to have company. "it's probably approaching spring...don't you think?" the break of winter air. little stiffness. a slight rebirth of the soil cracking. the daylight lasting a little longer....minus that moment. jesus fuck, that was terrifying. stella thought while her hands rifled through.
@samara-blackwell // closed starter.
location. ⁺ the ranch
"he's a beaut." her hand smoothed along the animals muzzle. the feeling traveled along the thick of his neck the hair feeling a little more course. a soft brush of bristles beneath the palm of her hand. stella's life had moments of therapy with the creatures. moments built for emotional strength within connection, trust, and the responsibility of care. a positive impact on her life where spots were splotchy grey. "ever ride ?" stella asked, but her focus was still on the tall animal.
how resilient. the animals untouched by the horrors of this town. a blessing. stella didn't know if she could withstand the harm the people took happening to the animals. her sensory cup was full. the horse evoked an escape from the horrors. a distraction for the mind— in a place such as arcadia, it was tough to pull oneself out of the dark depths. thoughts spiraled easily for most. "absolutely beautiful in the sun." how long had the town been swallowed in darkness ? a moment that felt terrifyingly never ending.
@baarra // closed starter.
location. ⁺ common house.
"i hate to say it," untrue. "i could really go for a cigarette right now." or two. perched by a window letting the smoke curl while the stick burned. tongue swiped along her front teeth. as if the nicotine stain had been there. instead, a phantom taste drawn out from a craving. stella had puffed away at her pack of shame cigarettes within the first two days of being in arcadia. stress induced. panic. fear. all things in abundance that nicotine couldn't tame. "cigarettes and night conversations always paired well....with a glass of wine too —" luxuries all missed.
stella slid into the chair beside bastian. the common house was a hodgepodge of personalities — his was one she'd be fond of indulging. "you have a husband, right ?" too personal ? a sore spot ? stella slightly pursed her lips hoping it hadn't been an overstep. her family had all passed minus emery. stella had been thankful to have her sister around, surely, but in this capacity of fighting for survival ... it wasn't ideal.
@bastiansurvives // closed starter.
carrie coon via instagram
Truth be told, Emery had kept her half sister at a distance from the moment she invaded her life. From the moment their biological shitface of a father threw a truth bomb her way and called it a day. An explosion of emotions, a whole new world, a long lasting anxiety attack that had Emery wanting to keep that shit shoved away for as long as possible. But then the letters came and there was no way of denying the fact she did have a half sister out there, somewhere. What had seemed like a load of shit at first, changed into a whole new reality when the photos came and there was no denying how much resembled one another. Her team had told her so, even her wife had rubbed it in her face. Still, deep down Emery had been too afraid to really face her all those years. To see her face to face. And then karma had come back around when Stella set foot into this damned place.
Now there was no way for her to part ways, even if she could, she didn't want to. All she wanted was to keep her sister safe, be it this place or the shit life threw at people on their day to day life - if there was still an actual world out there. Her hand came to rest on Stella's shoulder instead of her upper arm, gave her a reassuring squeeze. ''Forget what I said, I didn't mean to worry you.'' But sometimes Emery couldn't help voice her worries out loud to one of the few people she trusted most in this town, it kept her from imploding, from doing something she might regret later. ''Let's just stick to water, yeah? Directly from the drain, none of that shit those people serve, I don't even wanna know what they've put in there.'' Emery murmured the latter, knowing very much how she wasn't one to let loose. Not often. ''We can wait, you're right,'' she reassured her with a nod, her brows furrowed but her tone kind to the blonde.
''We can find a place to sleep.'' An idea offered, in case Stella needed to lay down, she shot her sister a glance to nonverbally ask her how she was doing. ''I'll stay awake, keep you safe.'' Nothing she wasn't used to doing already. Breathing out, breathing back in, she shortly caressed Stella's shoulder with her thumb, sharing a moment of fragility with her sister, ''you're my people.'' And she'd do anything for her people.
forget what i said. — stella's mind was spinning, or maybe she was spinning. chin tilted downward to take blurry sight of her feet. they seemed planted. decidedly so, it was her mind that was spinning. a small sigh exhaled. "is this some protective tactic you're pulling on me, s-sargeant ?" brows furrowed. stella's body needed to consume something solid. bread. crackers. anything to soak up the poisonous liquid coursing through her. slipping out of sobriety had been an easy step in a place like arcadia. still, she felt some shame with the haunting voice of her mother, the image of her father. he'd always been saturated in liquor, so she heard. stella's memory of him had been a different image. unwanted, but curiously caring. her mind could recall being small in size — connected to monitors that beeped. his stature slumped beside her in a bed. the look on his face seemed scared. not because of stella's adolescent condition, but because he had slipped himself. adultry. how to cover it up. by leaving. the universe had a sense of humor — years later having stella at her father's hospital side, she looking down at him...but stella hadn't been scared. her heart was too warm to walk away.
"im...f-fine." slow blinking. stella leaned her weight into the hand her sister kept on her shoulder. that squeeze was anchoring. "but maybe just could sit down somewhere." my legs are fucking noodles. cooked. her own thoughts caused a smile to break through her lips. she even slightly chuckled. the expressions had cleared. the contrast between their tones had been obvious. the blonde reached placing her hand on top of the one that squeezed her own shoulder. "hey, sappy, it's going to be fine." for some fucking reason the universe keeps me alive. likes to just drag me through shit. you're no different. no luck here. just a torturous mind fuck. "we can take turns...but me first.. so i can you know..." sober up.
why did the hall feel so empty when there was meant to be a party? this felt far more supernatural than anything she'd previously experienced by being here. those things were greater than any nightmare she could have concocted on her own, mostly because they never ran yet were successful in killing so many many people who have lived and passed by here - it was more than eerie yet she hadn't got words to even try and explain. emmeline walked ahead of the other, attempting to fill up the empty space. turning around, her eyebrows raised as she saw the other offer her what could only be water. "oh, i'm not-" she shook her head. okay, perhaps if she was being entirely honest, she was tipsy but the woman was convinced she could walk or even run in a straight line.
after some hesitance, she finally took the water from the other but didn't proceed to drink it. "them!" she pointed towards the other woman and nodded. "yes, yes, exactly." when the other had finished her sentence, all doubts that she was being silly seemed to completely diminish at a rapid rate. "the moon, the trees, the birds... they have to be in on it, no? if they don't come during the day, are they vampires? no, not entirely. yet, they're never here in the day and we become safer." nowhere was entirely safe but that didn't stop the woman from visiting the derelict train station and attempting to follow the tracks. "i used to find the moon quite comforting... it's a shame."
really wish time would rewind. can't this place do that ? it can do everything fucking else. stella slipped into her inner thought as emmeline moved around her. i could just be outside. not knowing when i got there. looking at that dark sky. it could swallow me. just like that godawful liquor did... now i feel sober...i can't be sober when she's ...did she just say 'vampires?' .....jesus. drink more water. the liquid felt cool as it reached her lips. stella kept tilting the cup until all was consumed. almost wishing something biblical would happen — turn water into wine. where are the tricks when you need them.
emmeline spoke with enthusiasm as if their minds were colliding to reveal an abundance of truth. hope hadn't existed inside of stella's vessel. life had shown her that hope...was hopeless. life was about seeing how tired she could get without completely falling asleep. "where do you think they go?" to keep up, stella began to name objects around her; chair, cup, rug, another cup. a calming exercise to ground herself. "when the sun comes up ?" stop asking questions. she'll unfold...but you're curious. no, stop. you need to sit down. what is this feeling....nausea ?
Carrie Coon as Allison O'Hara in The Nest (2020)
Out of the two of them, she could tell Stella had been granted the jokester genes from their biological father. If he had any. She could perhaps count the times she'd been happy as a kid on one hand, and even those memories had been forgotten, shoved away by life. Deadpanning her sister, deep down she envied the lightness she so easily carried around. ''I'm sure the plants here gained nothing new, this place is not anything like town, it's poison, sis.'' Words she very much liked to repeat from time to time, especially to those she cared for. Whatever to those who chose to move residencies in the end, but she'd be damned if she let this place persuade her sister into leaving town. Into leaving her. No one could sweet talk her sister into staying at the settlement, not for medicinal purposes, not for the nights they deemed as 'fun', not for the devious events they had going on and she for sure hated the idea of staying the night at the main hall tonight.
Times like these made her curse her role as a 'leader'. Having to attend these things, when really she preferred to stay at the house she claimed as her own territory roughly seven years ago. She was on edge and it was noticeable in her body language. ''Jesus, whatever they're doing - doesn't mean you gotta follow, there's wolves here preying on those sheep,'' even if her own people were to be found in the crowd acting on a good time, Emery felt in her gut something was up. ''I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you home if I goddamn need to.'' Partially a threat, but Emery meant well. All she wanted was to keep her sister safe from harm. And if it meant sacrificing herself in the process, well -
Call it fate, out of all the people she had ever tried to save and failed, perhaps it was meant to be for her to go and pass the legacy onto her sister now they've finally met face to face.
poison. stella knew the ways it seeped into her blood cells. sickened her. tainted her childhood. bled into her father's addiction, her own. poison had been a main character in stella's story. she knew well of it, and had always tried to ward it off. unwanted. uninvited — still it came. slowly wilting away whatever vibrant growth had been made. "doesn't the tree provide ?" whatever the hell all of that gibberish always was. stella thought she'd heard the phrase a billion times tonight. started taking a sip of alcohol every time it was said. even recruited a younger red head into the game. a flowery smell, not floral. her name had been c-...carrot ? something that began with a 'c' of a plant or vegetable...cauliflower? ... stella tried to think of the others name. it fled from her mind only leaving the fact of the younger woman speaking in slang terms then nearly crying. "why'd we come if it's poison ?" obligation, peace ? something along those lines. "should have just said our 'hello's' and left. bed seems nice right now." maybe she'd saunter off to a couch and slip into a slumber. wake with the rise of the sun. put an end to this darkening night.
sis. sobriety, and slippery drunk stella warmed to the name. family with emery felt solid in simplicity. accepted and unabandoned. even in such a hellish place. "i don't mind being a sheep sometimes, ems." slow blinking over the toxins, stella looped an arm through emery's. an attempt to release the stiffness her sister provided. "i know it works for you, and you keep people safe...but don't you think letting go of control for a little bit keeps them safer ? i don't know, sounds like better advice given to a different situation. ...this place is... not the typical situation i guess." stella's body swayed a bit before she found her balance holding her arm through emery's. "don't throw me anywhere." firmly spoken but unserious to the tone that the role of younger sister provided. "should we even be leaving when the sun is away ? " down. "it'll come back. it always does. we can wait." the woman needed a sober state of mind.
she'd first seen the image of a tree in the road when she was younger, she felt so sure about that so when deja vu took over, with hearing about the tree on the track, it made her shuffle - the tree directly in front of the car was a different story. what made something a coincidence really couldn't be determined in her mind. something had brought her here and with so little to lose, she would be the perfect candidate for it. however, now her younger self was completely severed from her being and this was the only path she knew.
it felt more tense than it needed to be, their movements towards the door but emmeline was sure to hold both the glasses with her, to make sure they got inside. there was then a question quickly followed by someone rubbing her back - a sign of comfort yet distrust. "i don't think it itself is bad, you misunderstand." the woman lets the other remain to have contact with her but she can't help but tilt her head and furrow her brow. "but does it ever change? we can't see if the sun changes because it's so bright, it's not typically meant to phase but..." emmeline finally pulled away and shook her head, bringing her hands up to her temples. "i think i'm getting ahead of myself... just... something has to power those..." there wasn't an appropriate word. "and if we depend on the daylight - is it the moon or the dark?" that was a question pretty much answered. "there's no sea for the moon to control so what's its purpose?" these were all thoughts the woman had pondered before but she was intoxicated and a little more relaxed about it. "i don't know. seems kind of silly when i say it. i should have just stayed in my room, not come here. i can outrun if i lose my hearing but then what?"
there had been a lot less people in the settlement hall. stella couldn't figure out if people had run outside or not ? the fermented liquor blurred a lot of reasonings the night provided. maybe that's why i went outside. she decided. i do misunderstand. — but still, she listened, and even though emmeline had carried both of their cups, stella was reaching for one untouched by any liquid. the strings of thought the other woman spewed hadn't made much of any sense. stella needed to make sure what was consumed was without any mind twisting hand. water was simple. hydrating. cleared the mind, and soothed the body. emmeline had flipped a switch in stella. a once party freeing woman of the night — was now nurturing. mirroring a helpfulness once provided in the life before arcadia.
"drink this." did the room just..tilt ? have some water too. stella grabbed herself another cup, sniffing the liquid to make sure it hadn't been full of some substance. that was the last thing either of them needed. i used to stare at the sun. stare until my eyes started seeing orbital splotches. stared until it burned like some daydreaming idiot. "Them ?" stella cut her own thought off catching onto what emmeline was trying to say. "its not silly." it was. a little bit. stella wanted to keep her mind open to any possible reasoning. "there isn't much shock value in a place like this. guess that goes with things being silly." the rim of her cup hovered at her lips before she took a small sip. the candles flickering felt distantly warm. "we shouldn't go anywhere. i think we should stay here until sunrise." god, where was emery. she was much better at controlling situations.