𝓖𝓔𝓣 𝓐 𝓒𝓛𝓤𝓔

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dont-putyourblame-onme·:

Nico chuckles as he takes the light leaning down against the dirt road to take a peak underneath the vehicle. He maneuvered the light around ensuring he got a good look but thankfully he didn’t see any damage. “Marble knows you protect her just like she protects you” Pulling himself out from under the car he offers her a smile as he hands her back the light so he can put the tire back on. “Looks good though I may reach out to Forrest and have him give it a once over when he has the chance.” Twisting the lug nuts his eyes drifted up to her. “You going to any of the town events? I’ve thought about going to the Music Festival, though it sounds like one of the bands bailed out?” 

“He’ll tease you about this more than I will,” Perion says with a laugh. She starts arranging her kit one item at a time as Nico replaces the tire. She hums at his question, thinking it over for a few seconds before answering. “I might help at one of the activity days at the camp,” Perion says thoughtfully. “But no, music isn’t really my thing, and it’d be pretty distracting for Marble.” The dog goes pretty much everywhere with her, an open secret that she’s Perion’s service animal, though in more ways than one. She has all the training and qualifications to be both a service animal and a working protection animal. Perion takes comfort in both of those skillsets. “Bailed out? Like they cancelled last minute?”

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dont-putyourblame-onme·:

Mel smiles softly in understanding running a hand through her wild curls. It had been rough the first couple weeks getting Rora ready for preschool. Granted she’d been used to daycare before that. It was just a lot to see her get all dressed up for her first day. “I get that, however Rora was the cutest getting ready for preschool. She loves it honestly.” She chuckles and nods with a smile. “You’re right about that, I try to get her out as much as I can but I have a feeling with her in preschool and me in the morgue she gets out way more than I do” 

“Tell me you’ve got pictures,” Alec says with a laugh, wondering what kind of outfit Mel must have gotten Rora into. He watches the two toddlers play and laugh with his own quiet contentment, and then glances at Mel. “I guess this outing is as much for you as it is for her,” he says, smile faltering just a little at the word ‘morgue’. People die all the time, of natural causes, painlessly, a coroner was something all towns needed. Death was inevitable. “You must have a lot of paperwork then?” he asks around what he’s really wondering, whether she has to do many autopsies. The local obituary pages are never that long.

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dont-putyourblame-onme·:

Zeke shrugs as he turns and leans against the fence. “I might be able to get our pilot to do a run. Especially if its just me. But I’ll have to talk to the boss about it to see if he’d authorize it. I mean I’m on duty either way.” He chuckles and nods. “of course. you have to in rock climbing. My dad took me out all the time, that’s the first thing he showed me that way I didn’t hurt myself too badly if any equipment gave out. Granted that’s why I also triple check it. You know if you need someone to show the kids how to rock climb I wouldn’t mind coming out. Though I many not be able to be a full time counselor because I’m on call. but I could do a class or two once a week.” 

“Oh no, you’d have to go through my training to be a counselor,” she says amusedly. “But becoming a part time instructor is another thing entirely, a thing I never take for granted.” Winnie grins at him, shaking her head. “Climbing wall was built up at the sheer cliff at the bonfire clearing. Didn’t want to drill directly into the rock, so they built a whole structure. It’s weather proofed and covered in the winter. All the climbing equipment is in storage.” Tested and replaced as needed. Only the Juniors and Seniors are allowed on it, unless a Cub has attested climbing experience. “Lemme know what days would work, maybe I can open more spots.”

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dont-putyourblame-onme·:

Zeke sighs as the lady ignores him just to continue spouting off. He wasn’t a big guy but he was stocky. It was easy enough for him to block the whole aisle so she couldn’t leave. The situation seemed to be escalating as it gathered attention and Juliet justifiably responded to the woman’s accusations. Instead he catches the eye of the store manager and motioned him over. “Regardless of what you think about this young lady, ma’am, you still walked off with her stuff. That’s theft and I’ll attest to it the manager when he gets over here, and I’m sure the people listening to your bitching will be glad to account for your discrimination so how about you walk away before you have to start driving 30 miles out of your way to go to a store you aren’t banned from?”

He makes some excellent points, but still Juliet worries this woman will only escalate. She doesn’t want to get too close, doesn’t want to just take the cart back in case the woman might push her, and she certainly doesn’t want to chase her down after she so rudely took both her mobility aids. But the woman digs her foot in all the more firmly. 

“I won’t stand for this buffoonery, these carts are important resources for those who can’t walk! My mother shops here and needs a walker, you could be responsible for her falling and breaking a hip!” She turns and points an accusatory finger at Juliet, who scowls back at her. “Your perception of me is not relevant to whether I need the cart,” Juliet says cooly. 

“I’ll go find the manager myself, and have you both banned,” the woman huffs and storms away. As soon as she’s out of sight, Juliet deflates and steps carefully over to the cart, taking a seat and sighing heavily. “Thank you for stopping her, you didn’t have to do that.” 

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beaumcnts​:

“Thanks.” Beck took the joint from her, lifting it to his mouth with it between his thumb and index finger. He took a long drag, holding it in for a moment before expelling it out of parted lips. “I get everyone wants to know what happened.. even after so long,” he held the joint back out to her, “but what do they think they’re gonna find now? It’s been thirty years and they were murders. I wonder if these people realize they’re coming across as real creeps.. they’re obsessive. Everyone wants peace I think, not for the town to be just a spectacle.” His green eyes stayed on the forest absently before they shifted back to her, “What do you think the spotlight should be on then?” he asked curiously.

“Good point,” Juliet replies, bringing her joint to her lips again. “They’re not going to find more details thirty years later, and the tourists are limited in where they’re allowed to go right? That’s what Winnie told me anyway.” She blows out her smoke in a stream, half holding the joint out to see if he wants more. “Like the murders are sensationalized, the victims should be in the spotlight. Like a memorial. The attention is so often placed on the killers.”

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beaumcnts​:

Mitch nodded, “I agree. People are still mourning. Even after all this time.. but people are going to do what they want. Us saying they shouldn’t come at all would be bad for business even though I don’t think I’d mind it. The quiet.”

His brows push together when Perion starts laughing but then he snorts, “Motorcyles!” He repeats, laughing with her and quickly looking at the dogs. Odin stopped playing and looked at the two of them, seemly confused by their amusement and stood there with one ear towards them and one back. “Oh no, poor Marble. That’d be asking too much. You could always get her a little sidecar though, and those dog goggles. That’d be a sight.” He chuckled, “At least Marble is good. Odin has yanked my bike out from under me a few times.”

“Lotta tourism money comes from it, so I get why it’s important, but I never liked those True Crime weirdos.” She laughs again when the dogs both pause in their game, looking back at them in confusion at the almost barking quality of their human’s laughter. Perion’s laughter sobers into a chuckle. “I think a side car would defeat the purpose of the bike to begin with,” she says thoughtfully. “But it’s a whole process to teach a dog how to interact with bicycles and other things. I’ve seen attachments you can put on your bike so you don’t need to hold their leash while you’re riding.”

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍

OPPOSITE: OPEN CHARACTER: MO LOCATION: DOWNTOWN

She’d been at the library downtown doing some work for her side-clients when the news reached her. A body. A murder at Ascot, at the wedding rehearsal for Adam Moore and Brooklyn James, decapitated. Mo closes her laptop and looks around, packing up her stuff on autopilot. Her apartment isn’t that far away, but she has to walk twenty minutes or wait for a bus to cut the trip down to ten, and residents have been urged to stay in groups. Mo shakes out her hands nervously, and shrugs on her hoodie, quickly balling her hands into fists. 

Mo descends the stairs out of the library, tugging on her hoodie strings and trying to pull up the public safety announcement on the Mistpitch community website. She makes a misstep and slips, falling hard onto her ass on the stairs. Mo yelps, and then stays very still, leaning her head onto her knees and groans, overwhelmed and overstimulated, rocking slightly side to side, trying to ground herself in her anxiety enough to get out of the library and get home.

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍

OPPOSITE: OPEN CHARACTER: PERION LOCATION: RANGER STATION, ELMIRA

A body behind the church, during the rehearsal dinner for two Mistpitch locals. She’d been worried about this tourist season because of the anniversary, but a murder? This was either a copy cat, a true crime fanatic, or a coincidence. But matter what it was something is giving her an uneasy feeling. “We'll be coordinating with Police and need to review our cameras around the Bronze Bear vicinity to take note of vehicle and pedestrian traffic.”

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍

OPPOSITE: OPEN CHARACTER: WINNIE LOCATION: NORFOLK SUMMER CAMP, HQ

“Not all of my kids have the privilege of being able to go home,” Winnie says, still pacing back and forth in the rec room of HQ Building. She’d gotten a call about the murder close to Lights Out and the news would be spreading quickly. Her kids would be scared. “I need to brief my staff...” She would ask if any of her senior campers want to volunteer to sleep in Tadpoles and Cubs cabins. She would need camp security to pull double duty. She would need counselors to check in regularly. Norfolk Summer Camp hasn’t had a lock down in eight years, and that was for a pack of coyotes. This is unprecedented. “This is fucked up.”

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍

OPPOSITE: OPEN CHARACTER: ADAM LOCATION: BRONZE BEAR RESORT, ASCOT

There is a tightness in his chest he has not felt in years, not even when he has visited the house his family was killed in. While he sits and breathes, trying to process what is happened his stomach feels like it is full of rocks. Dread and fear has left him feeling cold and clammy. A decapitation, not a stabbing, nor a shooting, a decapitation. Adam shifts uncomfortably where he sits on a bench some distance from the other guests from the rehearsal dinner. He trusted Brooke to make her own choice on the matter— to stay with her family, or to come home with him. He wouldn’t judge her.  “I don’t want to be here anymore,” he says quietly. “I just want to go home.” If he isn’t needed here, he’d much rather be at the farm, at home.

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hallowedoutminds‌:

the last thing sunny wanted to do was make the young stranger uncomfortable, but, unfortunately, she had dealt with her fair share of karens and knew being nice wasn’t an option anymore. maybe calling her a cunt wasn’t necessary, but she couldn’t help herself and couldn’t stop the crass word from leaving her lips. sunny leaned forward, a hand on either side of the cart as her eyes narrowed. “quite frankly, ma’am, i can use whatever language i please because, last time i checked, you were the one attempted to steal not only the groceries of a stranger but her purse, which i could very easily call the authorities over.”

her eyes flicker over to the other woman, allowing her to defend herself and giving the karen a chance to stop causing a scene. she decided to give the older woman one last warning, her dark eyes radiating with anger. “i’m going to ask you one last time to get off the cart and give it back to this young woman before i physically remove you and take you outside to fight.”

The woman is clearly angry at this intervention and doesn’t know what to make of the smaller young woman. “You can see as well as I that that girl there doesn’t need this cart. This is for people with mobility issues and she’s clearly walking! I should be the one getting her fined for misuse of accessible property! Who are you to intervene on this?” 

Juliet clenches her jaw, fighting the urge to snap at the woman. “Ma’am, with all due respect, It’s none of your business why I need this cart.” She feels a spark of apprehension, fear almost, over the possibility that this woman might actually physically lash out at her rescuer. “Move on, I just want to finish shopping.” 

The woman steps away from the shorter woman. “I have dogs heavier than you,” she says. “How dare you threaten me, I’m going to have you kicked out of this store— both of you.” She storms off and Juliet steps carefully over to the cart, still have on the verge of tears, but trying to remain composed. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

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howanangelcries‌:

Forrest damn near rolled his eyes as he caught the keys just in time, his face yanking out of harm’s way. “Exactly, leisurely drive,” he repeated as he pressed the key into the ignition, feeling the truck roar to life. His left hand rested on the top curve of the steering wheel, right foot pressing lightly on the accelerator as they maneuvered out of the parking lot. “What are the chances, you think, that the caller was playing some stupid prank to get us out there for nothing?” Forrest mused as he drove them down the vacant main road. It was like she said, though—better safe than sorry. “I failed to sleep like a normal human being last night and I need a nap,” he shook his head at himself. Damn books and lack of self-control.

“I guess we’ll find out,” Perion says. They know what bear activity looks like, she wasn’t worried. “I’ve got the basic necessities in the back at any rate.” Her sidearm was tucked in the storage compartment between the two front seats and could fit another when she rode with her coworkers. Perion glances at Forrest, a sympathetic look on her face. “Sorry to hear that. Do you know why?” she asks, adjusting the sleeve on her jacket. Perion breathes a laugh, shaking her head. “You are the sleepiest forest ranger I know. I have some cold water in the back seat if you want, not as good as coffee but it might wake you up.” 

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hallowedoutminds‌:

the initial annoyance sunny felt melted away at the other female’s kindness. it wasn’t her fault she looked like a child, she had a reason to be concerned for her safety ( even if it made her cranky that she was treated as such when she was, in fact, turning twenty-seven this August ). “i appreciate you stopping me before I became bear food,” she smiled, finally getting a good look at her new partner. she definitely hasn’t met her before, at least not on a name basis, but considering they both trekked through the woods often, it was a possibility that they had bumped into each other before. sunny took winnie’s hand, slightly embarrassed by how small it looked, “marisol hernández, but most people call me sunny. this is a nice patch of land, i’m sure the kiddos will be excited running around here.”

“Oh, I dunno about bear food,” Winnie says, teasing lightly. “More likely a mauling. Depends how much screamin’ your lungs can do,” she’s being facetiously ominous. Every year she had to go over bear protocol with her campers to make sure they knew how to handle a circumstance where bears came near cabins. Any animal really. Which is why it is so crucial to keep cabin doors shut, and why she had them redone for optimal air flow so no one would get too hot, even though Summer weather was fairly consistent at 25 Celsius with good wind.

Winnie shakes her hand firmly, now wondering about this young woman, perhaps second guessing her first assumption about her age. “Nice you meet you Miss,” she says with a grin, trying to restrain her amusement at Sunny’s particular choice of words. “Thank you, been running this camp for ten years accommodating campers are as little as eight and as old as eighteen. I try to curate a space for youth expression.” She motions along a gravel path, walking in step with Sunny toward the North East train. “You mentioned you’re taking photos for a project? What are you studying, if I may ask?” 

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nullsearch‌:

it wasn’t every day that she knew someone who tried their hand at canabutter, much less was able to make it. and it sounded like she knew what she was doing. “ oho, so you’re a baker as well ! in that case, have you seen that netflix original cooked with cannabis? it’s fantastic, ” she hums as she takes the money and tucks it into her shirt pocket, leaning back into the couch. if there was one thing she loved doing when she was high, it was watching that show.

upon being asked about the money, her brows knit together and head is tilted ever so slightly to the right. was it true ? she had no idea. that was the first she’d ever heard of it, and she’s been there for … five ? years ? ( time flies when you have a routine. ) “ y’know, i actually don’t … i don’t know. i ain’t from these parts, ” she laughs, but makes a note of it in her head. “ i’ll have to check next time i have one in my possession ! ”

Juliet laughs and shakes her head. “I wouldn’t say that,” she says with a smile. “I just like the, uh, the control I feel in making my own medicated goods. Brownies are easy, cookies...” She shrugs, grinning. “Cooking with Cannabis? Yeah I’ve watched it!” Juliet agrees. “Those are the real cooks. I don’t make anything super special, my cooking skill extend to my regular meals and making my own edibles.” 

“I haven’t come across any hundred dollar bills yet, and I’m dead curious. Where are you from?” 

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dcathsxkiss·:

Lindsey had spent the last thirty minutes contemplating escape. The door was a bit too obvious. She knew the moment she opened it, he’d know, and he’d be there to stop her. She’d considered the window of her room, but had decided against that, as well. After all, she was almost certain someone would notice and alert him. Her bodyguard. Another attempt by her father to control every aspect of her life. 

“Again,” she huffed from where she lay on the bed, one arm draped across her face. She didn’t sit up. Instead, she shifted her arm slightly so that she could glare at him as he stood in the doorway, not quite in her room. “Unless the itinerary has suddenly changed to include you leaving me alone for the foreseeable future, I don’t want to hear it.”

“You know that’s not gonna happen,” he says, but there’s no force behind it. Jack doesn’t dislike Lindsey, not personally anyway, she’s work, but she is stubborn. He is aware of the scandals she’s been involved in, but none of that matters to him. The only thing that does matter is that he’s able to keep her safe while they’re here. “I’m coming in,” he says, and waits a beat before crossing the room and stepping into view of her bed. 

“I’m not your enemy, Lindsey,” Jack insists, showing her his palms. “I have an offer that will work for both of us, and if you’ll hear me out, I think you’ll think it is satisfactory.” His words are followed by a light hand shrug. “You’ll have a much longer leash that won’t put you at risk, and my work won’t be put in jeopardy.”

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pottsclue·:

Henry wasn’t paying the most attention, he didn’t really need to. He was just trying to get into work and get ready for the day ahead of him but he immediately was taken by surprise when the girl in front of him turned around. He looked up at her, her face seemed familiar but way prettier than he remembered. He chuckled to himself and glanced around before looking at her.

“Uh… I’m applying to work here… why?”

Mo sighs and turns away and flicks the lights on and takes a seat behind her desk. She hasn’t seen Henry properly since she was fifteen, that’s almost eight years. He’s filled out, he used to be much skinnier when she was in school with him. “Mister Mercer isn’t here right now,” Mo says, her emoting remaining the usual neutral he would remember. She had never held much emotion in her intonations, but her facial expressions were often exaggerated (or at least she’d been teased as much). “Do you have a scheduled meeting with him?” 

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pottsclue·:

“See, everyone is bigger than me! Even my marijuana plants are taller than I am… I can’t win, i’m tiny unless i’m in doc martens and then those add ten pounds to my body weight…” She snorts, shaking her head. “But then again those shits are fucking heavy… I swear to god its the leg workout you never knew you needed.” She laughs, rolling her eyes when he mentioned having sheep bigger than her. “Well… that’s old rich folks for you…” her eyes widen as she rolls them, raising her brows. “Kinda seems ridiculous.”

“You’re not serious— ten pounds? You must have strong legs, Ari.” It’s both teasing and a compliment, and he laughs and take the wheelbarrow when he’s done with the last two sacks and guides it back to the green house. “You’ll see at the ceremony, yeah? I don’t have a lot of family so my side of the wedding hall is all friends.” His smile falters a little at that statement, she knows why his family is so small. Just his aunt and uncle, and two half brothers who people tend to pretend otherwise.