" this ' i'm desperately in love with you , nadia ' schtick of yours really has to stop , elliot . " it's not said in the same light , teasing way that it normally would - but she's TRYING . he doesn't look the way he normally does either and both of them silently appraise each other . " you look like shit . " she decides to tell him , in case he didn't know . a soft smile curves on her lips , though , empathy radiating through her eyes . " super busy day . it's been happening for centuries and centuries , yet death still scares the shit out of people . " it's an unfair statement to make but nadia is trying desperately to still act like herself . " call it psychic through osmosis but something tells me your day has been even busier . " she gratefully accepts the coffee from him , then gestures for him to get comfortable . it usually gets quiet in the store when they're full with appointments , anyways . not many people interest themselves with browsing .
" HOW ABOUT ' YOU'RE WELCOME ELLIOT, i love you too ? ' " he suggests, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. it's not that he isn't grateful for the constructive criticism on his appearance, it's just... well, he feels like shit, so it's no surprise that his outside is to match. " didn't get much sleep last night, " he admits, tone almost ironic—as if to joke, you wouldn't know anything about that. as a rule, he's making a point not to bring up the tragedy, mainly because it's his first dead body on the force ; the last thing he wants is to somehow let confidential information spill. but also, well, it's kind of a buzzkill. " wow, the psychic energy in here is no joke. that's a good sixth sense right there. " but he's not here to talk about his day, so elliot sips his coffee and glances around. it's not often he's in here. " so, how does it work, anyway ? they just go in and ask about their future ? or is this some speaking-to-the-dead kinda thing ? " he keeps standing for now, because sitting would make it look like he's not doing his job... even if that's exactly what he's doing in there.
it’s a small station. not much real estate to walk but her impatience makes the trek from the lobby down the bland hallway feel like an eternity. they had already spent hours there, hoping to speak to someone who could fill in the gaps that the public was so eager to hear. the victim was alaina price... what else? a wooden door is their destination, fitting in just fine with the unimpressive aesthetic of the old police station. they offer a nod at the receptionist in thanks before carefully opening the door and peeking inside. the first thing they notice is a figure with their back to them, a 'red creek police' patch prominently displayed on the arm of a black jacket. “good afternoon.” they call out, in case the creak of the door was not enough to announce their arrival. “kennedy stuart with the register. thank you for taking the time to—" they are mid-sentence when the familiarity of the person strikes them, stunning them into a surprised pause. "—elliot?"
IT'S REALLY NO SURPRISE that the moment elliot comes back from his coffee break, he's nearly accosted by the office secretary barreling through his door. there's someone from the press here, and the sheriff is out, she tells him. can i bring her in ? elliot figured they both knew that demetrius probably didn't want anyone in the office speaking to press without him—least of all elliot—but he's been on the job long enough to know the answer to give : no comment at this time. " fine, " he sighs. he's sipping his coffee when there's a knock at his opened door, eyes glancing over the coffee cup as he finishes his sip—and chokes on his drink. " kennedy. " oh, fuck. he'd been doing so well not running into her, and now here she is, looking like this is the last place she expected him. at least right now, the feeling is mutual.
coffee on the table, he finds himself standing out of his chair, a jolt of adrenaline hitting him harder than the caffeine so far has. " um, take a seat, " he motions to the chair in front of his desk, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands. fuck, his uniform has never felt two sizes too big until now—not even when demetrius is giving him one of his deep sighs. " what can i do for you ? " he asks once she's sat, hesitantly sitting back down as well. maybe talking business is the way to get through this moment.
" we're fresh outta appointments today , sorry . " nadia's voice is dry , eyes planted on her computer screen as she scrolls through the mass influx of appointments made today . nadia knows their services are good , but she's aware that's not the reason why they've gotten so busy today . redcreek is on edge following the delivery of news that alaina price is dead . it makes nadia's own stomach gurgle uncomfortably .
she looks up , face blank. she can't conjure up her best customer service today because somebody is dead and nadia doesn't quite know how to think or feel . she wishes somebody would tell her . " or were you after something else ? "
" JUST YOUR LOVE AND ATTENTION, " he offers cheerfully, a wry smile aimed her way when she finally looks up at him. despite his good humor, there's a heaviness behind elliot's eyes that's not often there, highlighted by dark circles beneath them that shows how little he slept, and the weariness of the day. he's only pulled himself out of the sheriff station long enough to grab a coffee, though there's two in his hand, one he holds out to nadia expectantly. " figured you could use this, " he tells her, smile turning thin. it helps that the little psychic shop is only a couple doors down from the coffee shop, but it's the break from the thick tension and sporadic crying he's left down at the station that he needs. " busy day ? " elliot asks, as if hell hadn't broken loose in the past twelve hours.
" THIS SEAT'S OPEN, " she calls to someone, after taking a few heartbeats to watch the person standing struggle with finding a place at the bar to sit. the pub was surprisingly busy considering the news ; when emilia had headed towards the redstone bar after her shift at the diner, she thought for sure she'd be the only one here. as it was, she wasn't sure why she had to work a diner shift today anyway—shouldn't the murder of a townsperson, i don't know, mean some kind of town-wide day off ? but it was for the best, because if the diner closed, then the bar surely would be... and right now the only thing keeping her sane was the drink in her hand. her second of the past forty or so minutes. knocking the remains of her drink back, she motions to call over a bartender. " c'mon, what are you having ? it's kinda depressing drinking alone. " and right now, red creek was nothing if not depressing.
// ( niko terho . cis male . he/him ) . ⸻ elliot mayers , a twenty-seven year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for twenty-five years . the reformed is known for being cheerful and rebellious and is often associated with infectious laughter, early morning runs, and a shit-eating grin . in a small town where they work as a deputy word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows redacted ( dee , 21+ , est , she/her ) .
BASICS:
NAME: Elliot Mayers
KNOWN AS: Elliot, El, Mayers
BIRTHDATE: June 5, 1997
ASTROLOGY: Gemini sun / Gemini moon / Sagittarius rising
HOMETOWN: Red Creek, MI
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
HEIGHT: 5'10"
OCCUPATION: Deputy for the Sheriff's office
QUICK FACTS:
born the youngest child in a family of six, several years younger than the brother closest in age with him. clearly an oopsie baby, and by the time he came around his parents were older and uninterested in starting over with a new kid. in turn elliot sort of flew under the radar from his family, forced to go outside and hang out with kids in the neighborhood if he wanted to have any real fun.
there's not a lot of fun in red creek, so elliot made his own. rebellious by nature—and with some undiagnosed adhd that most adults didn't know how to deal with—him and his friends were a force to be reckoned with. the kind of tweens and teens you see in a group and just know they're up to no good.
though he never had any real run-ins with the law, the sheriff's department knew him and his buddies. once or twice he'd been driven home in a cop car after not being where he was supposed to, and those seemed to be the only times his family paid him much mind.
despite being a little bit of a punk, it was hard to not like elliot; there's a charisma about him that you can't help but find endearing, kids his age & adults alike. he's still like that today—likely how he got his job as a deputy, despite his reputation in town
elliot never had any problems with red creek, but towards the end of high school he started picturing a life outside of the bubble he's known his whole life. grades had never been his specialty, but with the help of his girlfriend at the time, he scraped together enough to earn himself admission to a state school. it was still michigan, but at least it was something different.
he thrived for a while, before eventually dropping out two years in. it's not something he likes to talk about, but being away from home was harder than he expected—as was college. instead he transferred to a nearby school and finished his degree at home (C's get degrees).
but being away for a few years had changed him; no longer was he the lil punk around the neighborhood. and nothing was so true than when he applied to work for the sheriff's department, something many of his friends thought were laughable. since then, he's worked his way up to becoming a deputy, the youngest in town. he enjoys his job, though it helps that the town has always been quiet, which doesn't leave much to do.
there's still a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, but there's no denying that elliot has calmed down a lot since his younger years. he's still always up for a good time, ready to be everyone's best friend... but he's also really looking to make a name for himself as deputy, to prove to everyone that it's something he can do.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
new & old friends!! especially pals he used to be a dirtbag with as a kid fgdyfud those are friends for life
serious high school ex taken by kennedy
people (most likely older) he's pissed off in the past that think he's still just a dirtbag
would love siblings for him but idk how likely that'd happen because of finding accurate fcs, though please!
coworkers at the sheriff's department
recent dates / exes
maybe he lives in an apartment above a shop that your muse works at / owns ?? and they get real annoyed when he's playing music to loud or makes the whole building smell like burned food lol
old classmates
truly anyone who's been in town forever should know him so just. give me everything pls & ty
// ( melissa barrera . cis female . she/her ) . ⸻ emilia sanchez , a thirty year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for their whole life . the trailer trash is known for being electric and combative and is often associated with last call at the bar , bouncing between jobs , and brown hair flowing mid-dance . in a small town where they work as a waitress at dolly’s diner , word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows redacted ( dee , 21+ , est , she/her , n/a ) .
hello ! i'm happy to be here, my name's dee. fair warning, i haven't written on tumblr in forever, but i'm looking forward to plotting & introducing you to my two babies.
BASICS:
NAME: Emilia Sanchez
KNOWN AS: Emilia, Mia, Emi
BIRTHDATE: October 27, 1994
ASTROLOGY: Scorpio sun / Aries moon / Cancer rising
HOMETOWN: Red Creek, MI
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
HEIGHT: 5'7"
OCCUPATION: Waitress at Dolly's Diner
QUICK FACTS:
born & raised red creek to a single mom and younger half-sister. she's only ever lived in the small trailer she was raised in, at the trailer park in town
her mother had her kids young and wanted to keep the party lifestyle going, so emilia and her sister quickly learned to take care of each other and their mom, rather than the other way around. eventually her mom stopped working, and it fell on the girls to keep their small trailer afloat.
emilia always dreamed of leaving her small town and going to vegas or new york to pursue dance, but there was a loyalty to her little family that kept her tethered there. by the time her mother passed away five years ago, she felt like it was too late in the game for her to go for what she wanted. instead she stayed for her sister, and her sister stayed for her, two girls desperate to leave but also unsure how to do anything but stay.
despite the judgment she's always held for her mother, emilia shares a lot of similar traits with her: inability to hold a job ( her mother because of her drinking, emilia because of her sharp tongue ) , spending most of her nights out late at the local bars, definitely inheriting her self-destructive qualities.
unlike her mother, she had no interest in flimsy relationships built on free drinks and lies. apart from one semi-serious relationship back in the day, she's sworn off having to rely on anyone else to keep herself happy—but she is the kind of person who likes some no-strings fun.
fiercely independent and quite opinionated, she struggles with keeping people in her life for long, but the few she does keep around she's fiercely loyal to.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
a best friend or a couple close friends
that one ex from high school / early 20s that made her swear off relationships for good
ex-colleagues before she quit or was fired from a job, especially people she pissed off in the process
coworkers for the diner
drinking buddies
people she mooches free drinks off of
neighbors at the trailer park
former classmates
cousins
girls she used to take dance classes with
childhood friend she grew apart from
truly anything and everything, i'm all ears for plots !!