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@legendofwednesday
niaallerr:
niall was walking through the town after a round of golf, his hair matted to his face as he made his way around the city, just enjoying the sun. his arms were getting a little red, and his nose had already turned red, niall knowing that it could lead to a sunburn. so, he decided to get out of the sun and walk into the hamptons beach restaurant, sitting down at a table so he could order a meal when he heard someone clear their throat. âand how many i be of help?â he asked, looking at the person in front of him.
wednesdayâs eyes studied niallâs for a moment longer then what would be deemed comfortable. âyou could get lost and go visit your girlfriend and leave me alone? that is a great thought.â
damnariella:
Going out without security wasnât anything new for Ariella. She felt like she didnât need it. She could stand up for herself. That was until she was surrounded by paparazzi, which happened the moment she stepped out of the gym. She had yet to finish her at home gym, which is something she shouldâve done months before but sheâd been so busy doing everything else that was the least of her worries. She pulled her hood over her head and shoved her sunglasses on her face in attempt to shield herself from the harsh flashes of their cameras. She didnât ever stop to talk to any of them and so she wasnât even sure why they tried. The moment she made it to a familiar doorstep, she ran up to the door and rang the doorbell. She hoped whoever was on the other side of the door would let her in long enough for her to call a cab to take her home and get her out of this situation that sheâd put herself in once again.
wednesday swung the door open of her fatherâs home. she was sporting a nose bleed and quickly wiped the blood off with the sleeve of her oversized sweater the minute she saw ariella. âwhat do you want?â she questioned, breathe uneven and hands clutching her rib cage.Â
hannahpls:
hannah rarely saw wednesday, if ever. and she definitely didnât expect to be inviting the girl into her home that very afternoon. but she needed help. and given winnie was zaynâs best friend, she figured it was a safe option. hannah watched as the brunette sniffed the air in observation. â uhm, yeh i know the smell isnât very pleasant, â hannah said matter of factly. â what? no, no, no, you donât have to stitch me up. iâve got a bottle of antiseptic in the first aid kit down in the laundry. pain tolerance, like an 8 out of 10. tolerance for blood however, a different story.â she was pretty sensitive to smell, and the stench of blood certainly wasnât one she enjoyed. â do you mind wrapping me up? i can go to the doctors myself after. â â a survey, huh. whatâs the topic?âÂ
wednesdayâs shoulders raised into a half shrug, âthe smell isnât terrible. i just know it well, am familiar with it.â she clarified without dwelling on the subject much longer. âfear doesnât look good on you. i stitch bodies up for a living. iâm a pro but to each their own.â she nodded her head, traveling aimlessly around the house in search for the laundry room. she grabbed the first aid kit the minute she found it and returned to hannah. she used layer and layer of gauze, before wrapping the hand in a compression bandage and then an ace bandage for good measure, all after clearing out the blood with some of the antiseptic. âall set,â she offered lifting her body from the crouched position she was just in. âsupernatural threats in the hamptons or even threats in general since people seem on edge around these parts of new york.âÂ
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SEB: Helpful, Winnie
Winnie: i am super helpful woo
darcylou:
âEvery time I say something nice to someone, they screenshot it. Like listen, I know Iâm not nice often but enough is enough. I get hacked way too many times. Itâs never me. We all know I like a select few people.â
âsure,â wednesday offered simply as she allowed darcy to talk to her.
hannahpls:
the wine bottle in hand smashed against the hardwood floor of her stairs, her knees bound to bruise considering she often did like a peach, but what was more concerning was the glass that had pierced through the palm of per porcelain hand. blood began to sleep slowly, though difficult to tell given the red wine surrounding. the smell however, was strong to her sensitive nose; pungent metallic and tangy. the doorbell rang, a faint alarm in the distance. shutting her eyes, she removed the shard from her hand. a self destructive part of her wanted to smash her other hand too, for the sake of symmetry or consistency or control. she wouldnât allow herself though. couldnât. shouldnât. wrapping her bloody palm with the bottom fabric of her shirt, hannah bit her free hand with her mouth in effort to prevent from hurting herself any further. the doorbell rang again. she peered through the telecom to sight a familiar face. a part of her wanted to tell them to come back another time, but she figured she might actually need a helping hand to the hospital. stitches. great. â iâll be there in a minute, â she yelled through the mic, rushing to the kitchen, she hissed loudly when she released her bloody hand from the grasp of the shirt, wrapping it tight with a clean hand towel. the bottom of her tshirt was now drenched in red. she stepped toward the door, unlocking it with her right hand. â hey, sorry, i, â she gestured behind her, though it wasnât really helping her get her words out. instead she scrunched her nose at the smell of the blood, adjusting the grip and pressure of the towel against her palm.â um, what are you doing here? â
wednesday looked over hannahâs shoulder, breathing in the metallic scent of blood as she sniffed the air like a primal animal. she knew the smell well, she could also decipher the difference of the wine compared to the blood on the ground. âanymore alcohol around to sterilize the wound? itâll hurt like a bitch but youâll survive. also iâll stitch you up myself to save you from the hospital. howâs your pain tolerance?â she robotically questioned as she always did when she studied a problem and needed to thinking quickly on the solution. âi wanted to conduct some research by administering a survey.â
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SEBASTIAN: Iâve decided Iâm never going to get married, at least not extravagant.
SEBASTIAN: I suppose I shouldâve guessed from it being called the Royal Wedding
SEBASTIAN: Anyway, how are you all? What's going on in the Hamptons?
Winnie: nothing important or remotely fun
austinlukah:
â wasnât aware he had a wife, â austin shrugged, â penis size isnât everything when it comes to sex. â he frowned momentarily unsure why he was defending the landlord given that the landlord certainly wasnât his friend. â eh, i could never take zaynâs place. â he followed her further into the apartment. â sure, i take quick showers â he nodded, â itâs your apartment, do as you please. iâm not self consciousâŠÂ â lies. or partially so. austin was self conscious about a lot of things. ⊠being nude just didnât happen to be one of them. â unlike the landlord, i donât have a small dick. â
wednesday snorted, hand immediately going to her mouth to subdue the fit of giggles threatening to escape. âcock size isnât everything? thatâs a funny joke, austin. right, right. you two have this unspoken thing between you.â she made it apparent to roll her eyes dramatically before leading the way to her bathroom, as if austin didnât already know where it was. wednesday grabbed the hem of her white v-neck, peeling it off her body and chucking it to the floor somewhere. she leaned over the tube and turned on the water, while simultaneously unbuttoning her jeans, bending over to discard them as well. âi was going to do as i please regardless but i thought i should warn you,â she said sweetly as she turned to look at austin, standing tall in black lingerie. it was rare that wednesday ever wore anything that wasnât expensive. she never knew when she had to use her feminine side to seduce a target. âthatâs good to know that zayn was taken care of that one night in vegas but have you heard of the saying donât believe it until you see it?â she shrugged. âif you need extra towels they are under the sink and feel free to use the strawberry body wash in there but it seems like you are very prepared. iâm going to get some ice for this bath of mine.â she looked down at the red scratch marks on her ribcage and the various purple-green bruises all over her body. it wasnât the first time austin saw something remotely suspicious about her, but he never questioned her about it, which she appreciated, not that she would tell him anything about it otherwise.