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niffleheim:

maybe it was the sincerity in her voice or the somber look on her face – whatever it was, the jokes died in jim’s throat. she was barely more than a kid, but she held herself like someone who had been through too much. “i don’t mind admitting it’s a bad carving,” he admitted, his smile softening. “but i appreciate it anyway.” she herself didn’t seem at all interested in pumpkin carving, and her earnest kindness lead him to put down his knife. “well, i think that’s enough crime against gourds for one day. have you gone on the haunted hay ride? it’s super kid friendly, not scary at all, but it’s nice.”

“No problem. I’m not too great at it either. I haven’t really carved one since I was young.” She couldn’t pin point when she lost the tradition but it was somewhere in her memory forgotten. “I haven’t yet. Seemed fun though and pretty chill. Were you thinking of going?”

#{c;jim}

@whiskeyandspy (klaus)

“Oh, yeah, the artist. Klaus right?” Enid remembered him as it was easy to. The art adorning the wall of her living room was perfect and she did appreciate his gesture of kindness. “We’ll be seeing your stuff in famous art galleries if we’re not already. I admit to not frequenting them. I uh wanted say thanks for the piece. It’s great.”

#{c;klaus}

niffleheim:

matt held his cane in both hands between his knees, fidgeting with the wrist strap in his hands. he’d always hated hospitas; the smell of alcohol and antiseptic too strong, the sound of machines keeping people alive too loud. considering this reality, it would have been in his best interest to be a little more careful to ensure he doesn’t end up in one – even just for a quick stitch. “i know,” he said to the nurse who walked into the room, and motioned to his bruised up face. “it doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks, i swear. it’s a little embarrassing, actually. i fell down a flight of stairs.” that was a lie, of course, but it sounded a little more respectable than getting into a bar fight with a guy who… well, a guy who really needed to call it a night. “honestly, my plan was to just… wait it out and let it heal, but a friend of mine insisted i get it looked at. please tell me i don’t need stitches.”

Enid was enjoying her rounds. The routine was something she was accustom to and it was comfortable now. When she went into the next room she gave pause as the male explained. “Hey I won’t judge anyone’s clumsiness. I myself am clumsy too...” Eyes glanced the chart and she spotted what she was after. “Matt. Let’s take a look.” Setting it down she came over and took the little pen light from her pocket. “Just follow with your eyes please. Precaution to make sure you didn’t knock your noggin too hard. Seems like one heck of a tumble.”

#{c;matt}

niffleheim:

@decimationstarters

JIM KIRK WAS DEFINITELY NO ARTIST. the pumpkin he was attempting to carve really looked more like a victim of roadkill than anything else, but he was enjoying his time too much to care. besides, he got to collect all the pumpkin seeds in a bowl to take home later, and roasted pumpkin seeds were second best only to pumpkin pie. he’d struck up conversation with the person next to him, carving as he talked, squinting every now and then when he convinced himself adding just a little more detail would make it look better.

“i feel bad for not being in a costume,” jim said, “but it’s not easy looking effortlessly handsome, especially on halloween. believe me, i’ve done it all – david beckham, a ring fighter, one of the guys from fast and furious… at the end of the day, i really just look best as me.” he wiped the little serrated carving knife on a towel to clean it of pumpkin guts. “so, my costume is this. me as a bad artist. what do you think?”

Enid tipped her head upon listening to the gentleman beside her. She wasn’t much a fan of pumpkin carving herself. She could use a knife just fine to do it but the squishy insides of the pumpkin were a huge turn off that sent her gagging in the end. “Nothing wrong with being yourself,” she promised. “You also aren’t a bad artist. No such thing. You have there an unique pumpkin that’s all. I think it’s just fine.”

#{c;jim}

whiskeyandspy:

( @decimationstarters ) 🎨 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

“admiring?“ klaus asked, a smile on his lips as he approached the other. he’d set up a nice little stall of his art that he’d hoped to sell at the festival’s main station in the park. “truth be told, the artist is a bit of an arse, but his work is truly something else.” he continued, moving to stand beside the other, his eyes moving to his favored of the bunch; a realistic painting of the lake that the town so loves. “i believe he went with the natural changing of the seasons but,” he cut his gaze to the potential buyer, locking eyes with them. “- don’t take it from me.”

he moved to look closer at one of his works and then turned to look at them, “interested then? local artist and all that, might be able to cut you a very nice deal if you’re dedicated to having something unique as this above your fireplace to keep you warm on cool nights.”

Enid did appreciate art. She appreciated the skill one must have to do something like that when certainly it took time and focus that she didn’t not manage to harness too well. “Uhm, yeah. I think though even if the artist is a ass that sometimes the best works come from the most troubled souls,” she reasoned while she shifted to keep tabs on him as he moved about. Something about him sent a shiver down her spine. He was intimidating in a don’t have to try way that made her stand at attention awaiting her next chance to speak up. She used to get those shivers back home though she wondered which mix of it was memory or fake. “The lake one is beautiful. I might have enough so what’s the price? It’d look cool in my cabin.” It’d fit the aesthetic certainly.

#{c;klaus}

whiskeyandspy:

( @decimationstarters ) 🌘 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕

bonnie was pretty happy with her witch costume - enjoying the campiness of the holiday while also getting to thrive in the occult as much as she always wanted to. she’d taken a tour around the museum at least three times before deciding to occupy herself around the tricks and toys tables. “you know, it’s halloween and all but do we really need to give some people the excuse to pull tricks on each other?” she asked to whoever was closest to her, turning to smile at them and continue on as if they’d been engaged in a conversation for just as long. “i mean, i get it - i do, but man are some of these tricks going to be annoying if you’re on the receiving end.”

“I feel that,” Enid agreed as her attention shifted to her company. “Some people take it too far. Give an inch and take a mile as my dad used to say. I’m personally not big on sweets so the holiday for me is more about the spooky vibes and awesome movies.” Gesturing at Bonnie she did add, “Love your costume though. Classics are great.”

#{c;bonnie}

Enid is being Abigail from the Crucible. Mainly for Wynonna who is her favorite and she loves that time period as it is.

#decimation:event #{event outfit}

Introducing Enid Rhee;

━━ ◤ ( black combat boots on leaves and green ) welcome, enid rhee, she/her. before you move in, tell us what you remember: dying at the hands of alpha. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live hunting dog cabins, and your new job as registered nurse at st. miraculous general hospital is waiting for you to begin. ( the walking dead & katelyn nacon )

#decimation:intro #tw death

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