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open starter with: charlotte setting: lakeside grill, 6:30pm, 2 days after halloween
Her finger trailed along the edge of the wine glass as she stared off into the distance, too exhausted to do anything more than stare, breathe, and occasionally lift the glass. It was quiet at the grill, which was no great surprise, given the events of the previous days. With good reason, it seemed a significant part of the town had sequestered themselves in their homes, but Charlotte, who had pushed off a grocery trip until the day after Halloween, found herself with mostly bare cabinets, and no energy to cook. Instead of home-cooked, tonight it would be to-go orders eaten out of plastic containers on their living room couch. She’d just raised her glass to her lips when she heard the barstool beside her creak, and though every neuron fired at once, telling her to run, she found herself calmly looking over at her new neighbor at the bar, a welcoming smile on her lips. “It’s nice to see someone else in here. I was starting to feel like an asshole, making all these people work when there’s some criminal on the loose. At least if they get us in here, it’ll be a somewhat classy affair.” Oops- too casual, she thought, kicking herself. Few people wanted casual small talk during tragedy, and even fewer wanted jokes at tragedy’s expense. “I just mean we’re probably safe in here,” she said again, her easy-breezy facade somewhat cracked, but still inappropriately cheery. “Can't stay cooped up forever, anyway."
mina's presence at lakeside grill wasn't entirely unusual; more often than not she'd come here, grab something to eat while she enjoys the view. even if it does hurt her wallet to do it so often it's, in her opinion, a happy little indulgence. a small treat in the otherwise bleak reality of having to stay in the town she dislikes so much. charlotte's company is an even bigger treat as far as she's concerned. the mere sight of her younger friend brings an instant smile to her face. “ if they get us in here at least we had a good last meal… ” she chimes in with a chuckle. her intention is not exactly making fun of an unexpected tragedy; just playing along. with a soft sigh she catches the bartender's attention and then orders a glass of white wine, something to welcome the night easily. “ in any case, we're probably safer here than out there. the owner of this place probably cares more about its customers than the police cares about us… have you heard anything at all about what actually happened? ”
setting: outside your character's front door, a few days after halloween
bridget stands on the step with a smile stretched across her face -- bright, though a touch uncertain. it isn't doubt, she believes every word she carries. but she wonders if this is the right time to share it, when heather's passing split through the town. the townfolk rarely took well to this kind of thing on a good day. still, her parents insisted that made now as good a time as any to spread the good word. as the door opens, she braces herself, holding out a folded pamphlet with both hands. "hi! i'm with the redemption chapel, and i was wondering if you had a minute to talk about jesus christ, our lord and saviour?"
the soft smile that was on her face quickly falls as soon as she sees who's on the other side of her door. mina leans against the doorframe; body language so clear in the way it says there's no way you're coming in here. “ god, you guys are like vultures. ” voice just loud enough to be heard easily, but still low enough to be considered a murmur. meant to be that way because she's never been the kind of person to hide it when she dislikes something… or someone. “ first strike of a tragedy and you just have to go ahead and make it about your so called salvation. ” she could slam the door in bridget's face; go back to the peace and quiet of her own apartment. but where's the fun in that?
LOCATION: red creek cemetery, graveyards FROM: AKIHIKO TANAKA TO: OPEN STARTER [ 2 / 3 ]
a cloud of smoke, the crunch of soil underneath a pair of feet. akihiko has a black wool coat wrapped around them as they leave the main building of the cemetery, heading towards the grounds. the weather is cold enough that their breath fogs up where they part, and they search their pockets for a pack of cigarettes. shaking one off, they put it between their lips, followed by a flick of lighter, a long, deep breath of relief. as if they were not breathing before, and now oxygen can finally reach their lungs. it takes them a few minutes of quiet smoking to hear a pair of steps, and they ponder for a minute more whether they will remain far away. it doesn't seem to be the case, and they watch the other near the section where they are. it's likely they are visiting a grave here, as is ninety-five percent of the time, no one else comes to the cemetery otherwise. and while they would take a bet that people prefer being alone here, they still ask— wanting to smoke a bit more. could they do it elsewhere? sure. but this is their favorite section with the best view of the forest and the town. "do you have to be alone or can i continue smoking here?" it's blunt, although they don't try to be, that's how it usually comes out. a beat later, "did you come because of what happened?" death reminds people of death. you hear of someone dying, and you remember someone close to you who died. it's as easy as that - at least, for someone in akihiko's line of work.
too engrossed in his own task rohan doesn't realize he's no longer alone until the familiar voice catches his attention. “ i mean… i would prefer if you didn't. smoking isn't good for anyone, ” he's seen it firsthand, the tar - like coating on the lungs of cadavers that used to be heavy smokers. not a pretty death as far as he's concerned; which is a lot to say for someone that can see the beauty in even the most bizarre things. “ but i'm also not the boss of you and i quite like your company, so... ” he doesn't let his friend's presence stop him from doing what he came here to do; the words come out as he kneels down to dig at packed soil with a small garden shovel, looking for any signs of life in the form of little critters, or maybe earthworms. whatever shows up first. “ because of what happened? ” he repeats, trying to think what that could be. then, of course. the tragedy of heather visser; the mystery that has almost the entire town in disarray. something that would definitely affect him too… if only he wasn't so used to witnessing what happens when a life ends. “ oh no, not because of that. i'm trying to catch a frog from my garden, i figured the bugs here are probably packed with nutrients so maybe they're good bait. ”
♧ eyes narrow as he turns to look back at the crowd, into the sea of masks and costumes that he can barely recognized. he's never seen halloween, except maybe in passing, like when flipping through the television or walking past the aisles of a store in october. although he's pretty sure this isn't that, at least not exactly, but whatever doubts he has about rohan's fun fact he decides to keep to himself. no point in arguing about something he's got no idea about. 〝 right, 〞 he responds instead. 〝 i'm not really a fan of scary movies, so i can't say i've heard anything about it either. or maybe i'm just not in tune with what younger people do these days anymore. 〞
rohan can't help but chuckle at the other's choice of words. “ i don't think you look old enough to be comparing yourself to what younger people do… you're still part of the younger people... ” says the guy that's only a couple years off being forty. luckily age is something he rarely thinks about; the passage of time is not one of his worries. mainly because his family does tend to conserve really well, his mother doesn't look a day past forty five. “ it's really not that scary… the movie i mean. maybe only slightly unsettling? not a bloodfest either. if the rumors are true and red creek's very own boogeyman got inspired by that then it could even be an educational piece, who knows. ” definitely not him. since he doesn't even believe there's anything wrong going on in town.
ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND — 2004, dir. michel gondry
setting: red creek grocery
the hand barely touches the item before scott zooms past in a blur, careless and grinning, as he snatches it out from their grasp. "nuh uh, no can do." spoken in an easy drawl, too casual to argue with. he doesn't even break stride -- just tosses the item up, once, then catches it behind his back. "this isn't for sale," he lies. the item, which was the last one remaining, is tucked under his arm as he lifts his shoulders into a lazy shrug. "you'll just have to come back tomorrow."
her brows furrow in confusion for a few seconds, at least until her eyes finally settle on his face and that confusion quickly turns into annoyance. “ fuck, scott. i'm not in the mood right now… ” is she ever in the mood for his shenanigans? rarely. when the stars align, it seems. unfortunately her patience has been at an all time low ever since whatever happened during halloween night ( heather visser's death and all the weird rumors floating around it ) happened and she can't seem to shake this odd feeling of unease off her shoulders. which is already a nuisance considering mina likes to think of herself as someone so far apart from the rest of this town that whatever happens in it doesn't affect her but the reality is that it does. way too much sometimes. that's why she'd been looking forward to the sweet comfort of nicotine filling up her lungs but… well, the box is no longer in her hands, is it? “ …if you don't give me my cigarettes back in the next 45 seconds i'll scratch up your face so bad you'll be unrecognizable, i'm not playing. ”
Actually, I… I don’t even know why I’m here.
ARUANAS (2019)
january is a simple woman: when she speaks, she expects others to listen, and when she tells them to jump, she expects them to hurry up and do it. his measured calmness works against the chaotic energy that clings to her, exacerbated by discomfort in both her chosen costume and the reality that she's living in red creek again, but the initial annoyance she feels is replaced by something else. interest.
her lips curl into an amused smile at the sight of his lighter, which vanishes just as quickly because working the thing proves to be more challenging than expected. "oh, it's picture perfect. isn't that always how life is in the great state of michigan, mister bogart?" an answer without an answer. then again, maybe how her night goes depends on this moment. the nickname is a reference to the outdated, antique lighter he'd offered, which she now twirls in her free hand, not so much offering it back as she is just considering it. "what is this? a family heirloom? brave of you to trust me with it, if it is," muses with a thoughtful grin, attention alternating between the man and the item.
"what are you supposed to be? besides, you know, from a simpler time," january teases, notably skipping an explanation of her own costume for now. then, her brain works backwards, recalling his first words to her. "what's your other secret, bogart?"
the nickname makes him chuckle almost as much as her words manage to. he has nothing against michigan or red creek; in fact, he's very happy with the way the town is, but picture perfect is far of any descriptor he would use. simple? yes, definitely. but there's so many things to improve upon… though that's a job he gladly leaves to whoever is in charge. “ mr. bogart… that's a new one. ” the comment is said with a grin since he's not entirely unfamiliar to getting nicknamed by her. at this point he even finds it charming in its own way even if nicknames aren't really his thing. his attention shifts to the lighter in her hands and maybe the hints of hesitation he sees in her expression. he really hopes she gives it back, he actually really likes that old thing. “ could be a family heirloom, i guess. i'm not sure if it's old enough to be one… but not my family's, ” he shrugs, “ i bought it a few years back. it looks cool. ” if the way he says it sounds like that's the only reason he needs to buy anything these days it's because that's exactly his reasoning. his collection of oddities seems to grow every passing day thanks to that. “ why? would you like one? ” once his hands were sufficiently air dried he grabs the mask he'd conveniently left on the sink and lifts if up for her to see. “ leatherface. didn't think the mask would be so… stuffy, i've been without it more time than with it… i'll have to rethink next year's costume. what about you? i like the blood, seems real enough. ” for a moment he just blinks suddenly caught off guard by the question, sometimes it's like he forgets what he says as soon as the words are out of his mouth. “ oh… my secret? well, it wouldn't be one if i told you. so i'll just have to keep it. ”
a petulant frown, nearly immediately appeared on casio’s face. he leaned back in his seat a little, one arm on the bar, the other going wide as if to display himself, “i’m no sexy firefighter, but i look damn good in my costume?”
mina was right though, all those masks were killing the vibe; the whole point of halloween was to dress up and have fun, not where the same uniform mask as everyone else. casio followed her lead and threw back a shot of gin; for him halloween was about looking hot, getting plastered, and making bad decisions.
“who says i can’t get numbers here? i made eye contact with a few masks that were promising me some fun if i wanted…. hopefully wasn’t nobodies grandma or grandpa.” he snorted at the thought, he wouldn’t be surprised, “sides’ why’d i need to get numbers, when i got yours?”
her eyes wander downwards to admire his costume just as much as his body, because of course she does when he's willingly showing off. “ well, duh! ” she says with a smile, “ but you always look good, casio. i thought that's like… a given. didn't think you needed me to say it. ” all her friends are good looking, that's just the way the world works. maybe it's all the shots she's already drank finally getting her past the point of tipsy or he's just gotten too good at flirting with her but it gets a chuckle out of her; if she was a different kind of woman she'd probably be blushing too. “ i mean, with your face it'd be criminal if you didn't get any numbers… even in this tiny little town. but, you know, bigger city would mean bigger dating pool… although i am flattered that you like me sooo much… you have to admit seeing the same faces does get a little tiring after a while. ”
if years on years sitting by the sidelines and simply . . . watching has taught jiyah anything then it might as well just be the exact moment when someone's energy clicks into her own - when their shared nightsky mingles to become one for just the briefest moment . and with rohan , she feels it the second words tumble out his mouth , seemingly as unrestrained as her own . which excites her , visible in the way she barely contains a squeal behind already parted lips - oh , she's so ready to talk that waiting her turn feels like nails on chalkboard . “ is your mother kind ? i bet she is , i mean . . . look at you ” a thought crosses and her expression changes in design , brows furrowed and lips twisted into a mask of contemplation . “ well , i guess you couldn't , but i can . you've got kind eyes . your mother must be , as well . the council has decided ” a nod that is sufficient in satisfying her end of the conversation momentarily . though , jiyah leans in a fraction closer . “ that's me , i am the council . i've decided that , yup ” pride that rings near hollow and flat under rohan's following words . and suddenly there's only mortified confusion painted across otherwise soft features . “ what . . . ” it's a feeble thing that's nothing beyond breathless . “ no , i mean , no ” confident , then solely laced within another intake of air . “ a serial killer , huh . . . ”
the brief moment of hesitation would be suspicious… for someone that actually cared enough about that kind of thing. unfortunately, rohan is probably the worst person to pick up on those clues; he could guess the entire plot of a movie from the smallest hint but those abilities are nowhere to be found whenever his social life is concerned. what he does pick up on is the confusion on her features, though the main reason for it would be familiarity. bewilderment seems to be the usual reaction to whatever comes out of his mouth after all. “ i'm not accusing you of being one… though i guess you could, even if statistics say it's highly unlikely… but that's how it'd be called if you were… ” whether it's an actual term or just something he's heard in passing still remains unknown, even to him. he offers a small smile and a gentle shrug of his shoulders after, not really sure how else to continue that train on thought so he moves on from it. “ a one person council seems… biased; but i guess you're not wrong. my mother is a very kind woman, very free spirited too. you've probably seen her around town, she's hard to miss. not too sure if too sure if it's something she passed down to me though… ” kind is rarely a word used to describe him.
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