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@josiahholland
Josiah worked to get a table clean for incoming customers. His hands shakily dropped dirty dishes into a bin before wiping away sauce and rings of water from the tabletops. He almost didn’t see the person standing next to him before jumping with fright, immediately moving quicker to finish his task at hand, hoping that with this he could be done for the day. “S-Sorry. Give me just a moment and I will have this area sparkling for you.”
remyisims:
“So much for a peaceful Halloween huh?” Remy didn’t bother looking over at whomever had approached, just absently made the comment. “Hope yours was better than mine or most people’s.”
“Life has a funny way of bringing people and life down to almost nothing, don’t you think?” It was something he thought often, but never really voiced until now. “I wonder what the rest of the holidays have in store.”
henleyblake:
“Just because everyone leaves doesn’t mean they don’t love you…” She muttered, stacking books on the shelves. Henley didn’t usually talk to herself, but when she did it was generally to reassure herself of something. Lately, it seemed like her entire family decided to leave her behind without word. The only place she felt whole was at the store. Although, talking out loud came with a price. Like a person overhearing her, which is something she didn’t think would happen. Not this time around.
In the right place, at the right time– it was what Josiah was best at. He had a knack for personal words circling his head from other parties and he never meant to be nosey, it just happened. “You’re not wrong,” He said, the woman next to him wasn’t speaking to him but maybe he could be of help. “It is usually the ones who don’t love you who stick around.” Josiah felt he had experience in this. Those who loved you typically push you away to avoid seeing you hurt. If you were like Josiah’s father, on the other hand, sticking around and watching someone fall to pieces was easy when you didn’t care.
“A girl could get used to gypsy skirts. They move so nicely.” Adelaide grinned as she swished the purple fabric from side to side, the coins from her hip shawl clanking together daintily.Â
Josiah smiled, looking the girl over in an innocent manner before nodding. “It is quite beautiful,” He said, tipping his hat for her as an introduction. “Nice to meet you, Esmeralda. You can call me Peter Pan.”
“Alright, alright. In the spirit of my costume, you get to choose your own poison.” Evie grinned as she held two syringes filled with alcohol behind her back. “So… left hand or right hand?”
“As long as it isn’t actual poison,” Josiah trailed off, eyes floating back and forth between her right and left. “Left.” He said confidentially, hoping to receive something sweet.Â
“If anyone has seen a five foot eleven blonde dressed as a slutty Wonder Woman, it would be appreciated if you turned her over now before I smother you with this blanket.”
“O-Okay-- Noted.”
“I’m not going in anything labeled haunted on my\ own. Please come with me?”
“I-I don’t do well with scary things. Please don’t be upset if I say I’ll have to pass.”
“I lost count of how many jello shots I’ve had but what color is my tongue?!” Ronnie stuck her tongue out before letting out a drunken giggle.
“Jello? I love Jello!” Josiah grinned before looking closely at the female’s tongue. He could really go for some of that jello right now. “S-Some weird mix between purple and orange.”
         “Are you freaking kidding me? Son of a –” With a sigh of frustration, Delilah smacked her hand down on the glass of the pinball machine. It was a slow day and honestly she was bored and restless, so when she’d seen that someone had beaten her high score on the machine, she took up the challenge. Hearing footsteps approach her, she shook her head. “Unless you come with quarters, I can’t help you.”
“Quarters?” Josiah immediately dug his hands into his pockets for some spare change, pulling it all out to show her in the palm of his hand. If someone got this serious of a pinball machine, they probably needed it more than he did for ski-ball. “How about,” He trailed off, counting his collection before looking up with a smile. “Five quarters?”Â
“What do you mean you haven’t been? Ok, we’re picking out you a pumpkin today. That’s it. You’re going. I’m not taking no for a answer.”
“Really?” Josiah couldn’t hide how excited he was over the idea, but then he looked at the person who he didn’t know and took in a deep breath. “I-I-- Are you sure?”
“ Do you know how hard it is to try to get a Halloween costume for a little girl who changes her mind every day? So far she’s a Princess Butterfly Pirate Cat”  Zelda replied shaking her head with a smile. Her daughter was a lot to handle but she loved every minute of being with her
“That is one heck of a hybrid,” Josiah said with a chuckle, fingers running through his messy hair as he listened to the stranger. “I-I remember one year my sister was Minnie Mouse meets The Bride of Frankenstein.” He wanted to laugh at the memory, but instead furrowed his brows. His memories seemed to be a burden at this point. “How old is she?”
       JOSIAH HOLLAND
(age.) twenty one (species.) witch (abilities.) premonition (occupation.) busboy at hells kitchen (residency.) three months (mirror.) cameron monaghan
âťť Â a pavement of the past
Josiah was a poster child for neglected kids. His face was something no hopeful parent ever wished to see. He was the staple for that little boy who played alone in the sandbox, wondering when his mom or dad would pick him up from the adoption center and take him home to a car shaped bed. Instead, he got the Hollands. They were dressed nicely, not a hair out of place and Josiah remembered hating how perfect they were, but they promised him the world and no child could ever say no to that.
They were indeed very buttoned-up. They woke up, ate, went to church and then to bed at the same time daily. His schedule was planned out strategically and Josiah could also count on the stability. However, with perfection came the boring nothingness that was supposed to be his childhood. There was no sand box or mud pies. There was no spiked up hair or cut off jeans. There was only church and piano lessons, but he always told himself that it could be worse. He could be alone.
The more time went on, the more Josiah felt something was off– off the rocker and completely maddening. His first time seeing things was when he was seven. They went to visit his grandparents and upon entering their family church and running his fingertips along the pews of it, a gruesome picture painted out before him. They were in the same location, but it was lit by candles. A woman, about the age of his biological mother, was tied to a man-made cross and a pastor that resembled his father read from the scripture. “Witches are an abomination.” were the words he remembered most and her screams as they murdered her kept Josiah awake for days.
It didn’t stop there. Little things would come and go, nothing too hard to swallow like before. More like touching his mother’s toothbrush and swearing he could see her in front of her vanity using makeup to cover up her imperfections and painting her lips the same light pink he grew to hate as they left kiss marks on his cheek. He’d touch his father’s antique watches and could see who wore them before him and what kind of person they were. It was different. It was an imaginative thing and kept him occupied for the better half of his childhood.
Then things took a turn.
Josiah was eaves dropping, maybe trying to listen in on what was going to happen for his 16th birthday. Maybe they had finally gotten him and I-Phone or maybe they would let him hang out with friends from his school. He knew he was sheltered but didn’t take much to it as he thought it was what his parents wanted for him. Maybe it was for the better. He heard his father speaking on the phone, his words were muffled but he made out some of it. His father agreeing to another person, but swearing that Josiah wasn’t a witch, he was just mentally unwell and seeing and hearing things was a major part of his “illness” and Josiah felt his heart sink.
He remembered every premonition now, no matter how little or small and how it all added up to what he knew his parents despised, but then again, if he were crazy what did he know? The only way to find out was to keep searching. When he was home alone, he’d seek out family antiques and touch them until he found something that made him piece together the puzzle that was never ending and confusing. He faced the facts and succumbed to being crazy; succumbed to being a shut-in for his own good for two years.
When he was finally an adult he found his way out of his home, searching for answers. He saw doctors and got a different diagnosis every time, making him feel a little more uneasy with each therapist spitting new words at him. It wasn’t until he heard of Hollow Grove that a light bulb lit and he made the decision to move there and try to finally find the missing pieces to himself and what his family has been hiding.
***Josiah’s adoptive family is canoned to come from a long line of hunters. His premonitions were things that have happened with the Holland’s notorious streak. I have kind of based the history off of the movie Red State which if you have seen will make his first premonition make more sense. A family cult of Godly humans getting rid of whatever they assume to be wrong. I tried to clarify this the best I could in his biography.
âťť Â the nature of the beast
Josiah is a generally self-conscious and nervous person. He is still adjusting to the real world outside of home and just how cruel it can be. It always keeps him on his toes. He is timid and quiet until you speak to him and teach him new things. He is easily fascinated and entertained, finding joy in a lot of child-like things. He is neurotic and paranoid, being very confused as to what he may be and how he is going to find the answers. While he is open to conversation, he hates to be touched and you could say he almost fears it. Other than that he is open-minded the best he could be, but still has the classic foot in mouth disease, saying and doing things a little inappropriate or offensive at times, but is open to learning and growing while seeking the answers he needs.
