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supernova-scott:

“Don’t get me wrong– all the rain we’re getting here totally goes with the creepy vibe this town gives off, but it’s also not motivating me to go out and do much. Do you think a Vitamin C deficiency might cause someone, like, maybe a crazy bus driver, to go all murdery?”

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“creepy buildings and ghosts you’re fine with, but the rain’s keeping you inside?” annie asks with a raised eyebrow. she hasn’t been sleeping much lately, not after meeting with miranda brown, and it hasn’t exactly improved her mood.

#c:nova

levi-zhao:

“Yeah I think so,” Levi nodded, “And maybe they had called someone for help, or maybe there was another good Samaritan following behind that they trusted enough to get into a car with because the only possible sign of a struggle was the phone, but that easily could have been an accident,” he shrugged, “Plus with that article about the Jukes, my gut thinks that maybe it was Jerry’s wife now? The two of them are working this together.”

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“fucking hell,” annie sighs, shifting in her seat, a frown tugging at her lips. “and the other two kids, the ones that went missing before. you think it was probably something similar?” there was certainly something to be said for the jukes having been tied to both cases.

#c:levi

levi-zhao:

“Carbon monoxide poisoning accounting for the bus serving and the memory loss, that aggravated Kady’s neurological issues so she went with the other two to get some air and away from everyone talking, someone called for help, and the three of them were taken by an underground human trafficking ring,” Levi said, “it’s probably too late to have the bus checked out, but it’s still where my mind is.”

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so she’d been right, he wasn’t the type to look for other worldly explanations. or at least, not for this case. “that’s a pretty solid theory.” a fucked up one, but there were few out there that weren’t, considering there were missing young people out there. “so do you think the carbon monoxide in the bus was a way for the ring to kidnap some high schoolers? and because those three wandered away from the group, they were the unfortunate targets?”

#c:levi

jazzdreams:

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“you want it? i’ll give it to you for the cheap cheap price of zero dollars,” he said, setting down his drink besides him. slouching down further down on the camping chair, almost wishing he’d brought a blanket outside with him. “i’m amazing, but fuck those aliens. if they could just stay far away from me that’d be nice. my people have already been colonized once, don’t need it happening twice.” “okay maybe i’m not exactly okay, but i’m also a very impressionable dude.”

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“i do love a bargain,” the blonde smirks, twirling the item in between her hands before rather messily plopping it onto her head. she eyes him with interest, gaze shifting between the hats and the camping chair. “so, if you’re trying to avoid the aliens, why are you hanging out outside? don’t they always go for campers?” did they? annie was talking out of her ass, having talked more about aliens in the past week than she had previously in her entire life. she had no idea who they ‘always went for’. “maybe your trailer would be a safer bet.” with that, she reaches into her back pocket, taking a sip of her flask.

#c:jazz

havntcd:

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Considering Hannah had a hard time believing psychics or supernatural things even existed, she was definitely in the camp of no power being worth something like that. “If that’s what it took, I should have visions all the time these days.” Hannah didn’t talk about it much, choosing instead to bury certain parts of her past in the same coffin she’d had to bury her friends in. Nothing was worth that. It seemed like they were on the same page. “A physical sensation…that can’t be comfortable.” She didn’t even want to imagine how bad that could be. “So, it’s across the board, then. Visions, hearing things, feeling things - that’s a lot to deal with.”

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annie’s gaze narrows slightly, considering hannah in a slightly different light. if she’d had a drink or two it would have been different, but for now, she doesn’t pry, instead simply nodding her chin. if the other wished to elaborate, she would have. annie would respect that. “not usually,” she confirms, although there was more that could be said. sometimes someone would come through who would be so full of love for someone, or joy, that it was an incredible feeling, but it was too difficult trying to put that into words. it was also, at least so far, the exception. annie snorts, a wry grin tugging at her lips as she speaks, “yeah, it’s pretty fucking weird.” finishing her coffee, the blonde changes the subject. “so, if you’ve ruled out aliens, what is your theory?”

#c:hannah

fxnnc:

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“well, that would make sense. i mean the more witnesses we interview, the more likely it seems that it’s a group of people.” finn isn’t one to conspire, to share all his theories until he has facts. but with annie, he can rattle off any thought, and she’ll never hold him to it. “two important parts of the community and also involving one man. in a small town like this, nothing is a coincidence.” he’d been to his fair share of small towns for stories. all of them proved his point.

finn is allowing annie to take the lead, knowing that her plan is impromptu but also may be advantageous to their search. she had never failed him, not even when pulling him into whatever little plot she’d thought up. he subconsciously squeezes her hand, maybe a subtle way to say that he’s with her, he’s following along whatever she decides in the moment. they follow the couple to the coffee spot, and finn rattles off his and annie’s orders, allowing the other couple to order whatever they please as well. he smiles at annie, offering some solace (though he felt nervous and couldn’t put his finger on why), “right. i mean, we’re loving the feel of the town so far. it’s definitely very cozy and it seems like you guys have such a tight knit community,” he smiles at the couple then, the expression forced on his lips but they’d never be able to tell. “but truthfully, we want a big family and want to make sure this is the right town for that. the schools and churches back home just weren’t quite a fit for how we’d like to raise our children one day.”

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the blonde nods at finn’s comments, wondering if local hero turned primary suspect jerry juke would make his presence known anytime soon. the way that finn knows her coffee order is a small reminder of how easy things so often felt around him, the way spending time together was almost second nature. sure, things had changed as they’d gotten older, especially after the accident, but as her coffee is placed right in front of her exactly as it would have had she been the one to order it, a miniscule smile tugs at her lips. annie’s nodding along to finn’s words, enthusiastic in her performance, but she chose the wrong moment to take a sip of her drink, finn’s comment about the church causing her to almost involuntarily laugh. which, of course, while trying to drink coffee, didn’t go well. coughing a bit, she places the coffee down, one hand covering her mouth and the grin that’s fighting to break through, the other waving off the couple’s slight concern.

“so sorry about that, i was a bit too eager with the hot coffee.” of course that was it, not that the thought of her and finn bringing their imaginary gaggle of children to any sort of church was too funny not to laugh about. annie listens as the couple begin to talk about their experience living in the town, raising their children there. they were sure to talk about the athletics programs offered at the high school, about their local church (which was, rather unfortunately, not one mentioned in any of their case notes or research), about the community as a whole. the blonde sips her coffee, trying to decide when would be the best time to interject. as there’s a slight lull in the conversation, she smiles. “i’m so happy to hear that you and your family have had such a lovely experience here. we’ve heard so many good things, it’s just that...well, maybe i’m a bit of a worrier, but some of the things that popped up when we were looking at articles about the town,” annie trails off, leaning in slightly, voice lowered as concern spreads across her face. she shifts her gaze to finn, eyes widening slightly, trying to hint that now would be a good time for him to ask those questions he’d been hoping to ask the locals.

#c:finn

unsolvedextras:

“I don’t remember, it was so long ago,” it was impossible to tell if it was true or not but there was something about Victoria that she didn’t want to speak on. “Victoria was just a wild child. We weren’t ready when the Van Leers came to town and she wasn’t ready when they wanted to leave,” she presses her lips together into a fond and wistful smile as if reminiscing on the memory of the girls. As Annie holds the toy, she maintains her attention, the smile still present, “Her birthday, June 17th,” a moment, “She never had a frog cake. Not here,” there’s a strange look somewhere between disbelief and deep thought. “I want to know where my daughter went. I need to know that she’s not in pain.”

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if nothing else, annie was coming out of this meeting with a better understanding of the relationship between mercedes and victoria and the two families that they’d left behind. an understanding that left her with an unpleasant taste in her mouth when it came to the van leers. something else comes through as well, however, and it takes her breath away for a moment, making it difficult for her to get the words out. she didn’t want this, she didn’t want to have to be the one to break this to a woman who only a moment before had worn a wistful smile on her lips as she spoke of her daughter.

“victoria, mercy...she’s coming through, and she wants you to know that she’s at peace. she’s not here anymore, not in the traditional sense, and i know that this will be incredibly difficult to hear, but she needs you to know that she wasn’t afraid when she passed. she’s making that very clear to me.” there’s trees, a car that looks as if it has seen better days, and a small redheaded girl. “victoria was with her. the images she’s showing it’s not completely clear, but it looks as if she was trying to help mercy. i don’t see anyone else there, and the girls were definitely outside.” annie is doing her best to keep her voice steady, to relay what the little girl wishes to share with them. trying to push down the uneasy feeling that accompanies the images of the redhead, an empty place. “there’s flowers. she remembers the flowers, remembers that they were pink. they look a bit like dahlias in the early summer.” she can’t outright tell the woman that her daughter had been alive for months after her disappearance, not right now. “your daughter’s at peace, and she wants that for your family as well.”

#c:miranda

unsolvedextras:

Surprisingly compared to other members of the community, Miranda isn’t as closed off as she is skeptical. She’s distinctly well off but rather modest in the way she shows it and when she talks about Victoria, there’s no suspicion but a visible hint of sympathy. “To be honest, I don’t know all that much about it but there was something about that family. Victoria, the poor girl, she didn’t seem to know which way was up and her parents just didn’t have the patience for it… the things she would come out with were just…” she shrugs as she stands up, “Strange. Children can be strange sometimes though, can’t they?” It doesn’t seem to really be a question as she moves to stand and then opens a sideboard to pull out something wrapped in a blanket, unfolding it to produce a stuffed green frog which she holds tightly upon approach. “Victoria gave Mercy this on her 10th birthday and she would sleep with it, she took it away with her if she ever slept over at someone else’s house. She loved it and she didn’t even love frogs. She was just so happy to be thought of,” she relinquishes her grip as she hands it over to Annie. “It was important to her. That was how I new she hadn’t ran away. She would have came back for it. One of them would have.”

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lips pursed, annie nods, although she feels an anger underneath her skin at the thought of an eleven year old child’s parents losing patience with them for something such as miranda is describing. “could you give any examples of what she would say? after all, what some might consider strange is normal for others,” she tries to prompt, wanting to gain as much insight about the other missing girl and her family as possible. the stuffed animal is just another reminder of how young mercy was when she went missing, and the blonde’s face softens as she sees how tightly miranda holds the object that had meant so much to her daughter. annie takes it gently, and looks at miranda before offering a quiet, “thank you.” she knew how difficult it could be to allow others access to the few things you had left of a deceased loved one, especially when that individual was a stranger. taking a breath, annie closes her eyes, fingers running absentmindedly over the soft fabric, before she once more returns her gaze to miranda. “was there a significance to the month of june? a birthday?” she asks, trying to make sense of the message coming through. “i can see a cake. it’s a frog, a bit like the toy, actually.”

#c:miranda

unsolvedextras:

“I appreciate that.” A stern expression as she crosses her legs, hands atop her knees and a serious look in Annie’s direction. There are photographs of Mercedes still on the mantelpiece, family photographs of Miranda, her husband and daughter framed proudly and the later addition of an image of a young boy. Everything about her home seems ironed out and calm, a diamond ring adorns her ring finger which she thumbs thoughtfully. “My daughter was an amazing little girl. I know every parent says that but she really was… she was so kind, thoughtful and wanted to take care of everyone. She and that girl, Victoria, were best friends. Mercy just took her under her wing even if at times she was more difficult,” she filters off as if she doesn’t want to say too much although it’s unclear why. “I shouldn’t talk about that girl. She didn’t have an easy time either. It just never made sense to me that Mercy and Victoria would disappear, never mind together… she was always so careful,” a short silence. “Do you want to hold something that belongs to her? I have things, if that’s how this works.”

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annie listens in interest, aware that their conversation is being recorded and even if she misses something now she’ll be able to listen to it once more, but giving miranda her full attention regardless. the family photographs around the room provide the perfect backdrop to miranda’s description of her daughter, and as annie glances at the young girl’s smiling face and hears her mother speak of how kind and thoughtful she was, she almost misses the way the woman filters off. “could you speak more about victoria not having had an easy time? are you talking about in school, at home?” she asks, trying to gain a better understanding of the situation as a whole. in what way was victoria difficult, and why did miranda seem hesitant to speak of her? the blonde nods, her gaze settled on the woman across from her. “it’s not always necessary, but i find it helpful to connect. is there anything she used frequently, or something that was important to her?”

#c:miranda

unsolvedextras:

the mother of mercedes brown agrees to meet with annie summers-rosenberg in a recorded session.

Miranda hadn’t left Westport, it wasn’t difficult to track her down. She had agreed to talk to Annie because she wanted to know whether she really would have something to say, the fact her daughter had been dredged back into things unexpected. Sitting on her couch, a neutral expression, “Are you really psychic?” she asks with a noticeable edge of suspicion that was possibly due. “I have never believed in any of this type of thing,” she gestures, an air of exasperation, “I suppose sometimes you don’t have anything left to lose by giving in to the idea of the impossible though.”

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she really should have expected that it would come to this, but even so, sitting stiffly on a chair across from one of the missing children’s parents, annie was silently cursing whoever had arranged this. still, the woman across from her deserved the truth, and she respects the edge of suspicion in her voice. “i didn’t believe in it either. my family was never spiritual, never put much belief in things like that.” she shifts slightly in the chair before continuing. “i consider myself a psychic medium. i haven’t always been able to do what i can do now, and there’s a lot i’m still learning, but i appreciate you agreeing to meet with me. if there’s anything that i can do to help find out what happened to your daughter, i’d certainly like to try.”

#c:miranda

jazzdreams:

Loosely holding a bottle of beer in one hand with an odd shaped something in his hands, surrounded by tin foil hats. Glaring down at the new one he was shaping, each hat proof of how tipsy he’d been getting with every new one. “Damned locals and their theories. Damned coworkers and their aliens. I must protect them all,” he growled under his breath. So maybe the theories he’d been hearing had been getting to his head, after all Jazz never claimed to be strong minded. Easily deceived was his middle name, and odd fears was his nickname. Aliens. Aliens he feared.

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annie wasn’t sober, but even if she had been, she’s not sure the sight before her would make any sense. “what the fuck?” she asks, not exactly to the man before her, more so just because she can’t stop herself. her tone is equal parts amused and confused as she reaches down to grab what appears to be a tin foil hat, the other’s mumbling just adding to the strangeness. “you good?”

#c:jazz #i am screamin at this

fxnnc:

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finn is glad to have the conversation topic leave his past. he knows that annie has her own trauma to cope with from that particular time period anyways, much more heart wrenching than a breakup. he tilts his head slightly to the side as she speaks, physical proof of his listening intently, always interested in what she has to say. annie could talk about nonsense and finn would always listen as if it were the best thing he’d ever heard. “two theories there. either the townspeople don’t want to believe that he could be involved, so they ignored it,” he pauses. “or they know that it’s likely and they’re scared of that fact.” finn has been to small towns before for stories, and he remembers that they usually have their plethora of issues for such small populations.

the man doesn’t even have time to question annie’s plan. he walks alongside her, hand in hand, a gesture that once had felt very familiar but he’s now realizing he forgets the feeling of since annie’s accident. finn watches in awe as she transforms in front of his eyes, suddenly a girl he doesn’t know, but he gives her a smile in return to reassure her that yes, he’s playing along, and to reassure the couple that yes, they are young and in love. finn clears his throat. “we’re actually from the complete opposite side of the country, so we’re really hoping to get the best understanding we can while we’re visiting for a short time. if you wouldn’t mind, i’d be happy to buy us all some coffee to chat over.”

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“or it’s even bigger than that. maybe there’s a whole bunch of people involved, and that’s why it’s so difficult to get information from anyone, why the cops are pissed that we’re here,” she suggests, on a bit of a tangent. “two separate kidnappings of young people, one tied to a church and the other tied to the school, two important parts of the community.” places where individuals were meant to feel safe, where no harm should come to them. and yet.

their childhood had been full of moments like this, albeit the context was certainly different. annie dragging finn into her (mostly) harmless schemes, knowing without a doubt that if she needed him, all she had to do was look behind or beside her and he wouldn’t be too far away, knowing that she would do the same for him. annie leans into finn’s side, her smile widening as the couple agrees to meet with them without hesitation. “thank you so much, we really appreciate it,” she chirps, following the couple as they lead them to a nearby spot they say has the best coffee in westport with the best view to match. slipping into a chair on the outside patio, annie smiles as the older woman sits across from her. “we both grew up on the coast, so we really love how familiar westport feels. but, of course, when making such a huge decision like this, you have to consider more than just how close the beach is and the cute shops nearby. i mean, safety’s a huge consideration, the quality of the school district, if it’s a good place to raise a family,” she lists off, glancing to finn as if for reassurance, before her gaze returns to the older couple.

#c:finn

ludfreebrowsing:

a lighthearted , somewhat in jest , sigh of relief slipped past his lips as she confirmed they weren’t trespassing on sacred grounds nor did the area had any vengeful , lingering ghosts due to some tragic backstory . but that did not mean the space they occupied was free of tragedy — finally recalling the reason why her face seemed familiar as she mentioned a her ; a twin without a twin , a relict of a tragedy , a study in survival . he supposed they were all in some ways haunted , but her more than others with what she was capable of . he wasn’t the best at being a comfort , inept when it came to dealing with people’s emotions , but he decided to try anyway for some reason . ❛ i don’t know how things work with the afterlife , if there is even one , but hopefully being unable to communicate with her only means that she’s at peace . no unfinished business , no doubts that you’ll survive without her , ❜ he spoke gently , unsure if his words would mean anything to her or if it was what she needed to hear , but he hoped that it was at least some solace .

he stood up from where he was sitting , figured that something lighter was in dire need if they didn’t want to make too depressive , putting his bottle of beer down and walking over closer to her . he held a hand out in the little space between them , palm up for her to read , touch , or do whatever it was that psychics do to learn something about an object . ❛ does it work on people ? psychometry ? because i’d like you to give it a go , ❜ gaze flickering from his palm to her eyes , a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips . he doubted that it would show her anything from before the day he was found , previous psychics telling him that there was only darkness impossible to sift through from the things beyond what he could recall . but still , he still held onto some hope for answers one of these days . but not having it today wouldn’t be any different than any other day at this point . ❛ but i’m sorry in advance if you can only see glimpses of me being , for the lack of better word , a whore . it builds character in your early twenties , wouldn’t be where i am today if it wasn’t for it , ❜ he added , deadpan joking as he awaited for her to do her thing or even just refuse .

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one of the most frustrating things about her abilities was the fact that despite having the ability to speak with those who had passed, what came after was still so unclear. it was like trying to follow directions to a place that didn’t appear on any map she’d ever seen, and although most of the people she’d communicated with so far were at peace, there was still a terrible voice in her head trying to convince her that maybe that wasn’t the case for her sister. a watery laugh falls from her lips at the other’s words as she reaches up to brush away a stray tear. there was something oddly freeing about talking about this with a stranger, with someone on the outside of the tragedy, his voice gentle but not pitying. “she was usually right,” she replies, the corner of her lips quirked up in a wry grin. and while ellie may have had no doubts that she’d survive without her, annie’s not so sure. still, she hopes that he’s right, that the little voice in her head is nothing but a goddamn liar.

brown eyes watch in interest as he steps closer, hand outstretched. “sometimes,” she nods, observing the small smile he wears. she snorts at his comment, shaking her head slightly before looking up at him with a slight smirk. “nothing wrong with a bit of practice,” and perhaps there’s a suggestive undertone, a pause before the blonde shifts her attention to the task at hand. she reaches out with both hands, taking his larger hand in between hers. closing her eyes, she takes a breath, and tries to focus, tries to make sense of the brief flashes of images and phantom sensations she knows don’t belong to her. “there’s a light, and it’s so bright it almost hurts,” she hums, in the habit of sharing her impressions without initially trying to make sense of them. “and then there’s just trees, tall and green, and it would be beautiful if it wasn’t so terrifying.” there’s an ache in her chest, a slight feeling of panic, a frown tugging at her lips. “you were so scared.” such a familiar, human feeling, something that tied them all together. annie’s quiet for a moment, before she hums a few notes of für elise, the furrow in her brow disappearing. “i’m in a museum, i think. or at least, it looks like one. everything’s old, but it feels familiar. warm. fingers on a piano, dancing shoes, people who love me,” annie trails off, tilting her head slightly, before she opens her eyes and looks up at him with a questioning look, “ludbug?”

#c:ludwig

maya-hawke

LEXI & FEZCO Euphoria | 2.08 “All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned for a Thing I Cannot Name”

#🥺#musings #ft. finn #ship: would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

fyeahgh

#yelling this is so accurate #and their tag name my hEART #musings #ft. finn #ship: would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

gdizeph:

“ i still am gonna toss my hat in the ring and say that somebody made a deal with a demon and or satan, the amount of headaches and unexplained memory loss is ridiculous. “ running a slender hand through curly locks, a smile spread across rosy lips. this is probably the most i’ve spoken in months. “ i’m a bit offended that so many people think it’s aliens or bigfoot when my number one suspect is the creepy bus driver with prior victims. “

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“further proof that tequila’s a work of the devil; they both have ties to killer headaches and memory loss,” the blonde responds before taking a drag of her cigarette. “somethin’ to be said for the amount of times people who were considered pillars of the community end up being involved in shit like this.”

#c:zephyr

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