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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 : welcome back to deep creek.

every mile put between them and the cabin is another mile chasing some metaphorical ghost down empty backroads - what is it they’re going to find? is something better than nothing, or are some things better left alone?

#ready for rhi n spencer to hit us w the let's split up gang #divagatetalks #tbt.

bennett , l .

@jcvad

she drew the short straw , truly –––– could have been paired with absolutely anyone else but she was given alicia , the gods were not on her side today . decides to look on the bright side , though , if she had been paired with xiomara , she’d have her brain picked constantly for the entirety of the task ––– at least alicia believes she’s empty headed and that’s the end of it . doesn’t speak when the pairs are drawn , only heads upstairs silently to get dressed for the day . settles on a pair of ripped black jeans , a cropped hoodie , vans and fingerless gloves –––– it’s cold out , should probably wear a hat too but decides against it , doesn’t need static hair today . ‘ come on , wicked witch of the west . ’ femme shouts as she jogs down the stairs and toward the front door . ‘ lets get this over with . ’ doesn’t even ask which of them were to be driving , immediately hikes over to alicia’s jeep , waiting for her to unlock the vehicle . the drive to the gas station was mainly filled with silence , neither of them wanting to converse with one another , the only noise to be heard was lydia’s acrylics tapping against the screen of her phone . as soon as the faux investigators arrive at the scene , red head jumps out , expressing her desire for a cold bottle of water but is only when the pair enter the building , she decides against it ––– fresh air being the only thing she craves . ‘ what the hell ? ’ she grimaces , places a hand over her mouth as she tries not to breathe in as often . ‘ this place is in serious need of a health inspection . ’ optics befall the lone attendant , standing behind the till , dark eyes flicker between the two girls . ‘ okay , i get it now . he looks like what this place smells like . ’ lydia whispers , head turns to alicia , knowing brunette would have a similar reaction .

as alicia drives , it’s like the rattling heater can’t work fast enough to dispel the bitter appalachian cold that’s settled in the bones of her car . this two - lane road cuts between lines of trees that stand like tall sentinels waiting for something to return to them , and it’s familiar , despite her having not been in the area for years . ( every mile put between them and the cabin is another mile chasing some metaphorical ghost down empty backroads -- what is it they’re going to find ? is something better than nothing , or are some things better left alone ? ) when they reach the gas station , the sky above is gray as static -- the same dull tone of a dead television channel . the parking lot sits nearly empty , save for them and a lone toyota that waits at the side of the low building . alicia doesn’t let herself linger long before she cuts the engine and drops from the driver’s seat . might as well get a move on .

lydia enters first , and the redhead’s initial complaint comes just before alicia’s met with the same stench that’s taken to the building . it’s not quite the same as what they had been met with in the basement , but it’s almost as strong -- alicia can’t pinpoint what exactly it smells like , but it’s alarming to the senses . the rest of the interior , for all intents and purposes , looks normal ; akin to any other gas station one would find on a roadside in rural maryland . the fluorescents that flicker in strength wash everything in a too - bright light , reflecting off of vibrantly - colored packages of snacks on displays lining the floor . there’s a faded budlight poster plastered on one of the coolers outlining the space and it’s all so routine . but it’s the air itself that feels off , regardless of the smell that leaves alicia’s skin crawling .

lydia drags her attention to the stephen king extra cashier and alicia feels a laugh rise in her throat , before it’s quickly replaced by a huff . “ did a sewage pipe burst here during the last snow or what ? ” she shoots over to the attendant , brows upticking expectantly . “ i don’t know how you’re working in this , dude . ” he doesn’t respond . “ okay , then . ” this is muttered more to lydia . there’s a small click from where he stands behind the register . “ do you want to open the conversation with lurch over there ? ”

#╰ — a.j. heart faltering like flesh and blood in a ghost town. ( narrative. )#with lydia.

incorrect divagate + east (baltimore) high ( 4 / ? )

this is the bad place ft . @ofwnters

#no one asked 4 this result of a 20 minute ps fever haze #but ur getting it anyway #tbt.#divagatetalks

lydivs

the deep creek ten in the blair witch project .

#im still so amused by this bye #tbt.

the cabin looks the same. when it’s quiet and still, alicia has a moment to actually see the place. she feels like an observer as she eases her way from her shared room to the kitchen to the main living area. ( it’s like a moment frozen in time, she thinks. a requiem to the late 2000s -- she recognizes the dvds and vhs tapes lined in the television stand. runs her fingertips over drawings and deep creek flyers and magnets tacked to the fridge. the carpet in the living room is plush under her feet. all the same same same. ) it’s reassuring, in a way. she had never slept easy the first nights they stayed at the cabin anyway.

yet, the cabin looks nothing the same. like a song just a note out of tune, or an image in reverse. it’s in the little things, surely. ( a memorial to what was -- the entertainment center has some lingering dust from when they wiped it clear just hours ago. the papers on the fridge are fading, curling. the carpet that was dated, even back then. ) when it’s all muted, she thinks the cabin might feel like it’s breathing with them all. an inhale when she lifts her foot to take a step / an exhale when it lands. she’s not afraid of the dark, but the place feels haunting in the cool, indistinct gloom of fall. not haunted, but instead like something from the past looking to root in the present. it just didn’t quite know how to fit anymore.

god, she wishes she could fucking sleep.

when alicia makes it to the front door and eases it open, she’s looking for fresh air. the sky is spitting rain, just enough to be a nuisance, and the leaves murmur in a breeze that tugs at her hair. it smells like fall -- wet leaves and something woody, or even rotting lumber. it’s a familiarity she was sometimes deprived of in d.c., where she was instead encircled by steel and stories she often had no part in. here, on the porch, it’s almost as if she can breathe easier. of course, she’s not the only one here. maybe she’s never the only one. reid, his shadow interrupted by her own figure, is all too familiar in its own right.

“pass it over.” alicia drops into the worn twin rocking chair next to him. it creaks beneath her, the yawn of something left untouched waking once again. in another world, there would be a pair of grandparents in them at dawn, mugs of tea warming their palms. in this world, they’re the thrones for a two - person pity party, with a front seat view to the dim, echoing forest. she offers an open hand. “if you’re planning on drinking yourself to oblivion, the least you can do is share.”

just you wait until my therapist hears about this for @ofwnters

#i gotta say this looked MUCH shorter when i was at work and typing on my phone :/#╰ — a.j. heart faltering like flesh and blood in a ghost town. ( narrative. )#with reid.

enmiljontystnader-deactivated20

#tbt.

intimatum

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water

#tbt.#one day i'll make tags . one day .

incorrect divagate ( 3 / ? )

↦ insp . ( ft. @tcssas, @lydivs, @spncers, & @ofwnters )

#maybe i'm holding onto the thohh parallels for dear life . what abt it #divagatetalks #tbt.

marypickfords

Lake Mungo (Joel Anderson, 2008)

#hm !#tbt.

jcvad-a

incorrect divagate ( 2 / ? )

↦ insp .

#tbt.#ft. reid.

jcvad-a

alicia javad + moodboard .

#tbt.

jcvad-a

ACCESSING TRANSCRIPT . . . dated april 26th, 2020. re - opened victoria winters case. #5 : alicia javad.

first, please state your name and describe your relationship to victoria winters for the record. starting off strong i see. miss javad. [a sigh] alicia javad. a friend of victoria’s, i guess – we traveled in the same friend group. now, how old were you when victoria went missing in early 2012? fourteen. when was the last time you saw or were in contact with miss winters? seriously? [papers shuffling, another sigh] humor me, miss javad. the night she went missing, detective evans. it’s rumored that miss winters was involved with an older boy from a neighboring high school before her disappearance. do you know anything about this? no, but that’s victoria for you. wouldn’t be surprised if she was playing with another high school guy just to see if she could. do you know of anyone who was on bad terms with victoria, who may have wanted to hurt her? no. victoria could be a bitch, but that’s middle school. we were all assholes. walk me through the night victoria disappeared and what you were doing that night. everything you can remember. i told you, detective, nothing’s changed from my original statement. if nothing has changed, then just run through it again for me. [a pause, roll of her eyes] fine. i had split from uno or whatever our families had been playing in the cabins because it had started snowing. my dad let me borrow one of his old school cameras for the trip since he was teaching me how to develop film – so i went on a walk to take pictures. took the trails that went around the lake for a while, eventually found one that took me to the pool and tennis courts they use in the summer. i was taking some pictures near the pool when i saw victoria going down the path toward the cabins. [a shrug] assumed she was going to bed. that’s it. does anything strike you as peculiar in the gas station video that has recently surfaced, allegedly starring miss winters? other than the fact that she looks like a strung out space cadet? i just think it’s weird that the last two times we’ve allegedly seen victoria was at that gas station. thank you for your cooperation. now, is there any other details you believe we should know regarding the reopened investigation? no. can i go now?

#tbt.