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i do know that for the sympathy of one living being, i would make peace with all. i have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. if i cannot satisfy the one, i will indulge the other.

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glorywords:

she’s momentarily distracted, eyes focusing on the girl’s features. she’s very pretty, and george almost misses her repsone. ❝ i hope they’re okay. were they old ? gosh, i hope it wasn’t mrs. talbot. ❞ she worries, fingers twisting strands of dark hair around them nervously. ❝ i doubt you’ll be smited, it wasn’t exactly your fault. ❞ she muses, then smiles. ❝ i’m george. you’re new, right ? ❞

“no, they were...twenties, maybe? not sure, but they weren’t old.” she didn’t know who this mrs. talbot was, and she thought not to ask. she was sure it was some local old woman that she would eventually get to know. “hopefully.” when an attractive person comforted you, you were bound to feel better quickly. “yeah, i’m siobhan. nice to meet you.”

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glcmandgrunge:

carmen frowned, raising an eyebrow, “ i’m sorry, do what? ” she bit her lower lip, “ honestly, i’m going to tell you i have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. i’m sorry. ”

siobhan hadn’t taken into account that perhaps, just maybe, this little town hadn’t even heard of the mainstream californian things she was so accustomed to. hell, they probably had plenty of things here that were the norm that would leave her clueless. “shop, at judy’s. you know, the store?”

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glorywords:

george is relatively shy ; sure, to see her with pippa and kevin, she looks to be about the medium ground ( which she is ). but she feels most comfortable with them. having known pippa for years and kevin since she moved to sheffield, george feels most at home with them. and so she’s fairly surprised when a stranger — odd, to say someone in sheffield is a stranger — begins a conversation with her.

         ❝ oh no ! i hope they’re okay … were they at least with someone ? or were they alone ? ❞

siobhan had yet to form an opinion on the town other than the fact that it was eerie, but even if it ended up being the worst town in the world it had one thing going for it, it was filled with attractive people. almost everyone she had met was undeniably attractive, which she hoped would be some fun for her. the stranger she had begun to talk to filled that category, easily. “no, which just makes me feel worse. they were all alone and had to recover from the embarrassment alone. i wouldn’t be surprised if whatever god is out there smites me right now.”

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@glorywords  → george

siobhan found herself looking more for a social life rather than the supernatural basis for her ‘novel’ in her short amount of time in sheffield, her ambition having found a new target. she couldn’t concentrate on her work if she didn’t feel at home, she needed to integrate herself into the society to get to the truth of the town and even be comfortable in the eerie place that felt like anything could go wrong at any moment. it was what she had been looking for, it still scares her nonetheless. she had to ease her way into finding the secrets of the town, not just jumping down ones throat at first sight for every creature lurking in the dark and every hidden whisper. this is how she found herself making friends, for both selfish and selfless purposes. she did want to make actual friends, but sometimes work had to be apart of that friendship. this is how she found herself in this position, speaking to strangers on a whim, trying to find new ways to do such things. “i just saw someone totally eat it and i laughed and walked away and it has been haunting me since it happened. i feel so guilty, but it was too late to walk back and now i feel like a monster.”

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empirestwo:

Surprise was the first emotion Kitty felt with the other’s straightforwardness, but as soon as the last syllable was out of Siobhan, a bemused smile had etched itself into fair features, and her arms, previously crossed over her chest, were extended for a handshake. ❛ Do we need to bump heads or mix up files? I could get a coffee or something, spill it. —– Katarzyna. Kitty, really, but … options, you know? Long names stick together. ❜

siobhan’s smile was more defined now, one of actual happiness rather than a forced one out of anxiousness. she took the pretty girls hand to shake it, something she had only ever done with elders, but she found it fit in this situation. she was an adult now after all. “we don’t need to, but it does make for a good story to tell.” she wasn’t regretting her decision of talking to the girl so far. “and i thought my name was easy to butcher, i think i’ll stick to kitty for you. that way i don’t have to embarrass myself, and kitty’s cute.”

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@empirestwo  → kitty

siobhan had promised her parents to write to them often, which meant it was a necessity to include her siblings as well. some she didn’t mind writing to, some she knew couldn’t care less and might not even read her letter, but she made sure to write them a quick paragraph anyway. she didn’t have much to say, except her disappointment that the main theater was a drive in and without a car she was lost, and that she was not in california anymore. she felt like dorothy lacking toto, and lacking the social life she once had. she was feeling an odd sense of insecurity, a loneliness she had never felt growing up in a large family with friends automatically hers as she walked into school. she was almost giving up on the thought of making friends in this new town, sticking to herself and her story, but she knew better than that. she was siobhan taheri, she didn’t give up, and she certainly wasn’t a loner. walking out of the post office, bag now lighter from the lack of letters she had to deliver, and her eyes determined to find someone to talk to siobhan was a predator who had spotted her prey. light brown hair swayed in front of her, and siobhan quickly made her way to the girl walking ahead of her. “this is usually the part where i bump into you and drop my bag and we have a meet cute all planned out to trick you into talking to me, but i don’t think i’ve ever seen that work outside of the movies so i’ll go with the much more straight forward route. i’m siobhan.”

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arnhlzr:

        He’s snapped out of his daze by a voice that could only be calling for his attention, after all, Sunday mornings don’t tend to amass big crowds. “ Oh shit really ? ” It’s rhetorical, his hand already trailing over his jeans until his fingers meet a sticky substance. He doesn’t exactly want to pull it off, but he doesn’t really have another choice. Though, it’s easier said than done, the gum’s thoroughly intertwined with the denim fibres. He successfully attains a PIECE of it, skeptical towards whether he’s gotten all of it. “ Any better ? ” 

siobhan felt bad for the guy, but because of this she now didn’t have to feel guilty about staring at his ass. not to mention the sight if fairly funny, and out of courtesy she has to cover her mouth to hide the smile and laugh she’s trying to hold back. the sight of him trying to get it off was tragic, watching and knowing that until he went home their would be a bit of pink on his ass. tilting her head to give an overemphasized stare at his stained jeans, she scrunched her nose at the sight. “slightly, but if i were you i’d rush home to try and get it off before you have a pink blob from someone elses mouth ingrained into your pants.”

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hevthers:

she’d been minding her own business ━ something common for the blonde. a trip home from church had the girl walking through the center of town, and stopped by someone who, clearly, was new to town. ❛ i wouldn’t say any of them. ❜ her voice is quiet, but the skepticism is there. heather isn’t a huge believer in the spook and hauntedness of sheffield ; likely a direct result of her father’s influence. ❛ sorry ━ i don’t believe in ghosts. ❜

siobhan was a surprised by the younger girls comment, which was evident by the raised eyebrow and questioning look in her eyes. the things she has heard about this places, witches and ghosts and everything in between, she was shocked someone living here didn’t believe in it. of course not everyone had the same sentiments as her, but she was still surprised nonetheless. “how do you live here and not believe in ghosts?”

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wclfies:

Forearms rest against the counter, the older studying her current selection from afar. Not that he could do a very good job of telling which movies were in her possession. Not without his glasses, at least. A quick manoeuvring of himself over the counter, and he lazily made his way towards the brunette.  ❛  Now, see, that’s bullshit. Good, bad, who gives a fuck– what you want… is something that’s so bad, it’s good.  ❜  Dropping to his knees, charcoal tints scan the selection on the lowest shelf: skimming through a few titles before reaching for one in the back.  ❛  Here,  ❜  Arm extended towards Siobhan, the older leaves his crouched position.  ❛  Frankenstein Meets the Spacemonster. A classic. The Spacemonster is just a guy in a gorilla suit & rubber mask, scenes switch randomly between day and night… It’s fucking priceless. One of the MANY, MANY movies I refuse this place get rid of. They’re just too freaking good. You ever seen Plan 9 from Outer Space?  ❜  He finally finishes, realising that his day job might just be too fitting.

already in her hands was jacobs ladder and misery, two of of her favorites, which she’s seen far too many times and knows she shouldn’t leave with. it was a worst case scenario choice, she would only get them if she couldn’t find anything else. with wolfgangs help, she was bound to find something though. “so bad it’s good? i’ve already seen sleepwalkers.” she teased. she watched him search through the movies, taking the one reaching out to her and observing the cover. “wow, i knew frankenstein met the wolfman but the spacemonster too? truly amazing.” she laughed, finding the original monster mashup movies to be quite entertaining, if not hilarious also. “that one i have seen, it was on tv randomly one day and i forced my siblings to watch it. i had to sit on the remote to keep them from changing it, and i think they still secretly resent me for it to this day.”

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wclfies:

He flips a couple pages, but eventually, chooses to throw the comic onto the counter.  ❛  See, me getting married? Actually the fuckin’ catalyst of the apocalypse.  ❜  The statement was a bit theatrical, but it still stood. He wasn’t the marriage type, nor had he ever been. But the topic wasn’t completely unwarranted, the idea of getting married having crossed his mind for the past couple months now. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, and most importantly – Ziba wouldn’t let him.  ❛  Found something you haven’t seen yet?  ❜  

siobhan had a few movies in her hand, almost all of them she had already seen before, and she doubted she would leave with half of them. “oh, really? you getting married will start the end times, well then i pity whoever falls for you. i also pity anyone who’s written about the apocalypse, apparently they were wrong this entire time.” she teased, smiling to the man she frequently saw here. she somewhat understood his sentiment on marriage, she herself couldn’t see herself getting married for quite some time. “it’s not a matter of finding something i haven’t seen, it’s a matter of finding something i haven’t seen that looks good. i mean i haven’t seen  Sorority Babes in the Dance-A-Thon of Death and i don’t plan on it.” 

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rcrvs:

Rory had never been one for parties & recreation, her journey from home to home as a child never really leaving a moment for any social life, and her time now being sucked up by internships and college papers. However, as someone who prided themselves on sticking her nose into EVERYTHING, she figured an inside look into Sheffield’s own spots for adventure wasn’t too far of a stretch. “ People like the bar. Drive-in, too. Some of the restaurants, it’s whatever. I’m more people watcher than partier. ”

hearing the pretty girls response siobhan had to resist rolling her eyes at the blatant blandness of it all. “that is the epitome of a small town, and what do people do if they wanna see a movie but don’t have a car. like me for example.” she had to remind herself to make friends with people with cars while here. 

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@arnhlzr

siobhan had been walking behind someone on her way to get food for only a bit, unsure of their destination, but quite sure about the big pink splotch on the ass of their jeans. “hey yo ma.” siobhan called the guy out in front of her. “i think you sat in some shit. not like actual shit, but shit as in gum or something pink.”

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@rcrvs

siobhan had enough ideas and plans to keep her busy, though all were business wise, and the girl so used to being invited out to parties and a non stop fun lifestyle need that as well. as passionate as she may be, her life had a certain rhythm to it that this town was throwing off. “so what do you do in a small town like this? for fun, specifically.”

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@ofsuttcns

“okay, where is the nearest judy’s? i hear they just came out with a new line of dresses that are phat, and i can’t let being here stop me from getting them.” she sounded beyond superficial, she very well knew that, but she had to maintain her reputation even if it was miles away.

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@hevthers

it was times like these when siobhan should forget her pride and get a damn map of the town rather than wander around aimlessly. there were of course the easy places to spot, the university for one, but some smaller places she was lost in finding, and nothing in her bag could help with that and her feet were hurting from the hours of walking around. her main focus currently on her guide to the mysteries of sheffield were the cemeteries, all six of them. of course she had to start somewhere, which is why she found herself questioning a younger girl. “so which of the six cemeteries would you say is the most haunted?”

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wclfies:

@sivbhan !!

Feet are thrown up on the counter, the older leaning back in his chair as Siobhan peruse the latest in the horror section. The entire scenario being a typical Friday afternoon.  ❛  I don’t think I’m ready to be married.  ❜  Wolfgang speaks without provocation, gaze leaving the Batman issue in his hands.  ❛  I can’t even chop wood. What am I gonna do for heat in the winter? Burn comic books?  ❜ 

Siobhan typically went to the horror section of blockbuster, rarely looking through other genres unless there was a specific movie she was looking for or she was in a mood that needed a bad comedy to lift her up. It wasn’t either of those days though, so at the moment she was questioning if she would rewatch a favorite or try one of the newer indie horror films and risk it being total crap. She couldn’t expect to go through this privately though, not with Wolfgang working that night. “Burn comic books? Isn’t that a modern day Fahrenheit 451?”