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multimuse blog for @ fairytalefm ; emiliano vazquez. amateur sleuth & electronics technician. milo thatch. matilda lance. er nurse. wendy darling. sloane wise. baker. little red riding hood scottie 'scoot' kang. illegal racer&member of the lost boys mc. vanellope von schweetz.
as she attempts to convey a bout of confusion, he knows better than to fall for it — she had a lot of tricks up that sleeve of hers he could admire, it was humorous despite the act of knowing otherwise. " you might be having a laugh now but the last photo i seen would have me concerned for the next five years ahead if i were him. " if she wanted the photo he would be happy to provide during the time between taking a hit from the joint passed back to him. " like a charm. " he responds almost cooly with a smirk to himself. three times, third person, the joke lined itself up. he used to be first in line constantly tell her she was a pain in the ass with full meaning and fondness attached, it was a relief to know she was still very much the same scottie. " vindicated almost. " he looks to her with an arch of his brow lightly the corners of his mouth lifting to a smile as he exhales the smoke, passing it back to her. your turn. though he figured she could keep it, needing it much more than he did. " i'm sorry about gabby by the way. "
this was another thing about sylas she could count on, his levity. matching her own, it was one of the things that brought them together in the first place. " they say the monarchy sucks the life outta ya. bet you're feeling lucky to be a commoner right about now, huh ? " the tease leaves with a smirk. " yes, yes, we all know i'm a brat, whatever. " her eyes roll with much exaggeration. though she didn't take offense. scottie knew who she was. her shoulders shrug while taking her next pull. at this point, the only constant thing in her life was loss. it had been a while though, ever since ending up in grimmvale things had felt more permanent. nothing lost here was so final. because, to some degree, she lost him. but here sylas was, standing in front of her in the flesh and for a moment she let herself find comfort in that. " no one lives forever. but....thank you. " the gratitude was much quieter. barely above a whisper. her nose twitches and sniffs a bit, refusing to let the tears breach the surface. " least she isn't stuck in this shit hole anymore. "
Jake looked over at Matilda, following her gaze down to his battered hand. The corner of his mouth tugged into the faintest smirk—crooked, familiar, like this was nothing new. Then, he turned his calloused hand over like he was finally getting a good look at the damage for himself. He flexed his fingers once, then twice, the dull ache barely registering to him anymore.
"Sumthin’' like that." His blue eyes lifted back to Matilda, carrying a familiar teasing glint. "Blender woulda put up a helluva lot more of a fight though." Jake added, his shoulders lifting into a shrug. Before she could hit him with the lecture he figured was coming, he snagged a beer from the six-pack resting near his boot, then popped the cap open against the edge of the tire well.
"Here," He held the bottle out toward her without asking if she wanted one. "Already got a treatment plan, Doc."
her head shakes in mock disbelief while a smile of her own begins breaking over her lips. how typical of him. this dance of theirs wasn't new, almost well rehearsed at this point. she notices, he evades at some level. usually a diminishment of what occurred or of his own injuries. at least this time it appeared he'd gotten the better end of it. if only she weren't so damn stubborn. she bites firmly on the inside of her cheek to stop her words from falling before his.
" ha, ha, very funny. " her eyes roll playfully. the bottle is accepted, but in true matilda fashion it was not exactly a deterrent. " any chance that treatment plan includes hand washing with anti-bacterial soap and a bandaid. " her head tilts in inquiry. " don't suppose you got a first aid kit in there ? " she gestures to the truck.
Not to deny Scottie the freedoms of three-dimensional suffering, but sometimes Vik thinks he just does not want her to know what being sad even is. It just feels wrong, this kind of sorrow, on a person that to him seems like a light so sparkling and full of life.
And if he can keep Scottie entertained, neither of them has to really stop and examine what he is doing hiding out either. He snaps out of it fast, as if no one was just sitting here sulking.
"Would we settle for a drowning or a good old-fashioned kidnapping?" he asks, prepared to drag their imaginary enemies vividly. He slings an arm around her tiny shoulders, a bottle of wine in his hand now in front of her as an offer. "I've managed to snag some. Did you know catering companies have staples in case of emergencies or to cater the next event? Amazingly handy. Either way, walk me through our plan for tonight, my little liege, surely we’re not spending the entire evening behaving."
" i was more thinking drawn and quartered, " she says as if it's the most normal thing in the world.. as if her idea wasn't much more violent. the girl couldn't help it. the mood was in the crapper and without anything to take the edge off, it was sharper than a knife. she let's herself sink into his embrace more than normal. latching onto the comfort he gave her. as soon as the bottle was in front of her it was plucked from his hands and brought to her lips.
"hm, " she ponders for a moment. " how many bottles do they have hanging around ? " she takes another sip needing to be anything but sober. " s'pose we could take the rest of their stock if so. or really just the truck in general. any food left in there? i haven't been grocery shopping in a bit. could save me a couple hundred bucks." how responsible of her.
" pinoochio? that's awfully dreadful but not as dreadful as william... " he trails off as if he's measuring how much offense he should be taking. he supposed his options weren't already in his favor as it was. " honestly scots, out of the two and you choose to compare me to the balding one. " fork it over. if it weren't scottie, if it weren't for who the memorial was for, he wouldn't have been so eager to oblige of handing it over so quickly but he's not one without heart. " anyone ever tell you you're demanding? " he teasingly asks with a quirk of his brow as he reaches into his pocket to hold it out to her.
" you mean william isn't the redheaded one ? " she scrunches her features in confusion. " guess that makes sense. would be kinda fucked up if he was harry. " being reminded everyday of the thing you're losing rapidly. plucking the blunt from his hand she pulls a lighter out from the back pocket of her pants. finally she had something to calm the rapid beat of her heart. after a long drag she hands it back. " two people just today actually. this makes you lucky number three. how do ya feel ? "
"The world doesn't stop for anybody." It's a truth that he had to experience just two years ago with his own father. His thoughts went out to any existing family of Gabby's and her immediate friends. "It was an utterly cruel act. I can't help but look at people a little differently."
" i would say it does put everything into greater perspective. " priorities and values shifting into a different alignment once faced with mortality. especially when the loss is someone so young, someone who was as stand up a citizen as they come. " an understandable feeling. until there is more clarity i'm sure it will linger. "
location: kingdom bluff near the food stations | starter : open @fairytalefmstarters
being here and seeing all of this, it reminded the man of when he lost his own parents. he did not know her that much to be connected to her but it was still tragic. "I'm not confident in them figuring out who did it," Derrick admits with a slight frown. he could only continue drinking from his cup as he turned to the other. "sorry to sound a bit morbid just kind of sad i guess."
sloane really shouldn't be here, all of the emotions swirling were starting to be a little suffocating. an air of despair was starting to settle in, that couldn't be the intention of the event organizers. perhaps it was inevitable, too many unanswered questions. " well then let's hope it's an isolated incident. " maybe it was insensitive, but she couldn't be the only one thinking it.
for: anyone! (cap 3ish! 2/3) @fairytalefmstarters where: outskirts of kingdom bluffs posted up against his '70 dodge charger
It was late by the time Jake rolled up to the bluffs, hot off some last-minute MC shit that had gone longer—rougher—than expected. His adrenaline still lingered. His knuckles were still split, and the dried blood that wasn't his was still catching beneath the glow of the fire light in the distance. He snagged a beer from the six-pack he'd brought and kicked a boot up to the tire of his car, leaning back against the fender as he took a long, slow pull.
"Wasn't gunna fuckin' miss it," Jake muttered, his eyes fixed over the cliff. He lifted the bottle slightly, then shrugged once, offering them nothing else. "Shit just took longer than it shoulda."
while matilda was no stranger to death, over the years she had cultivated a very unshakeable appearance. part compartmentalization, part her ability to swiftly process a handful of difficult emotions. whatever it was tonight, she wasn't sure. staying together while everyone fell apart was her specialty. after mulling about and checking on a few friends, a bit of space from the crowd was calling her name. on her search for a break in the crowd a familiar voice pulled her attention.
her eyes landed on the grip he had on the bottle, easily noticing the damage to his hand. something that was almost expected at this point. " get in a fight with a blender or something ? " she asks with a raised brow, an obvious tease in her tone. " s'not sanitary you know. " she knew there was a rather high chance that the blood remaining behind wasn't his own.
was that little red riding hood i saw around town today? nope, turns out it was sloane wise, the twenty.nine-year old baker who has lived in town for ten years i heard they have a reputation of being brave & elusive. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next while being here in grimmvale.
open for: everyone (@fairytalefmstarters) where: Kingdom Bluffs, behind the catering setup
Funerals and memorials were not a pleasant endeavour. Vik regretted coming almost immediately. It made him miss family, made him livid nobody had invited him to his grandfather's funeral years ago, made him bitter at the thought of no one coming when he died, either.
He'd hidden away by the catering service tent with a mortadella focaccia and a nicked bottle of Château Musar, his black suit stark against the damp green grass, his back against the perfect white tablecloth as he took a drag of a joint.
At the sound of someone rounding the table, he shifted one knee aside, silently making room on the grass.
the mood was too heavy, scottie didn't do heavy. it didn't matter that for all intents and purposes, gabby was a sister. found early in her foster family travels and then lost much too quickly, as was the way it kept seeming to happen to her. seeing her again in this town was a big reason she had stayed at first. a flicker of light she'd craved since she could remember. which inadvertently lead her to the lost boys, to the first home she ever let herself actually settle into.
" whoever's idea it was to make this thing liquor free needs an ass beating. " scottie plops down beside vik unceremoniously with a sour look on her face. " from someone else of course. blood's nasty. " as feisty as the girl was, getting her hands actually dirty was not an option. running her mouth ? yeah, that was more her speed.
WHO: Anyone (@fairytalefmstarters) WHERE: Kingdom Bluffs ; Gabriela Martinez's Memorial Event
"How you holding up?"
" better days have certainly been had. " there was a sense of safety that was rattled when learning of news of gabby's passing. " how about you ? " he didn't know the woman well by any means, though he felt the loss.
" do i look like someone who carries around something as vile and unlawful as drugs on me? i'm shocked and quite frankly appalled. " he quips knowing well there's plenty on him. recreational was prohibited? drugs were prohibited? it was just seen as as a monetary opportunity in the midst of being there for the memorial. there was no harm in that. " a blunt does sound bloody good right now i'll give you that. "
@fairytalefmstarters. location ... bonfire. event.
" i think your nose is gonna start growing there, pinocchio. " a laugh bubbles passed her lips before the gum does. if sy was around, one thing was for sure. his dedication to his craft was admirable, it rivaled her own. this night was much too heavy for scottie and that meant she was going to avoid that at all costs. not everyday your foster sister is brutally murdered in the town you currently live in. " since we all know the truth, " she pauses for a second to bring up her left hand, " fork it over, prince william. "
Location: Kingdom Bluff Status: Open @fairytalefmstarters
"That was just so touching. What a speech." Alana said, looking over at the person next to her. She wished she could roll her eyes. Everyone being here in the same place, acting like they cared about some random girl, pissed her off. Sure, she was a nice girl, but the fakeness everywhere was astounding. "Anyway, you got something a little harder to drink?"
sloane couldn't even begin to explain why she had even come. she didn't really know the woman. aside from the bakery, they basically didn't cross paths. maybe it was the love of a bonfire and the love of a crowd. now being amongst it, she wished that she'd just stayed home. " i wish, " she said with an annoyed expression. " it's times like these where i think i need to get a flask. " how ancient. maybe next time she'd toss some rose in a water bottle and call it a day.
Location: Kingdom Bluffs Status: Open @fairytalefmstarters
"I'm sure the township thought this was a good idea." Riley paused as she shook her head. Gabby was her best friend, her ride or die. She gripped her white cane a little tighter. "She deserved more than this. Whoever did this to her... they need to catch them." She let out an exhale as she took a step away from the fire.
" a borderline delusional idea if you ask me, " matilda sighs. she could see both sides frankly. giving everyone a chance to mourn together as a community and connect was always an important thing to do. though, all the uncertainty surrounding the situation left a bad taste in her mouth. while matilda only knew gabby at an acquaintance level, she had nothing but positive things to say about her. the loss would leave a profound impact for too many reasons . " i believe they will. just crossing my fingers it's sooner than later. " she couldn't let herself worry. " how are you doing, riley ? "
was that wendy darling i saw around town today? nope, turns out it was matilda lance, the thirty-year old er nurse who has lived in town for her whole life i heard they have a reputation of being dependable & self-sacrificing. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next while being here in grimmvale.
was that vanellope von schweetz i saw around town today? nope, turns out it was scottie " scoot " kang, the twenty.five-year old illegal racer & member of the lost boys mc who has lived in town for seven years. i heard they have a reputation of being adaptable & avoidant. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next while being here in grimmvale.
