#clsd.

[celiathomas]

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ celia feat. soren

located  in  art  murmur.   this  is  a  closed  starter  for  @horrorbxby​

“oh!  sorry.”  celia’s  cheeks  turned  darker  with  embarrassment  as  she  quickly  pulled  her  hand  away  from  the  pot  of  paint  she  had  been  reaching  for,  the  last  of  its  colour  on  the  shelf,  the  one  that  soren  seemed  to  be  going  for  also. “it’s  all  yours,  sorry,  i  didn’t  notice  you  were  reaching  for  it  too.”  she  explained,  easily  giving  it  up  for  the  other  artist. it  hadn’t  always  been  in  celia’s  nature  to  be  selfless,  in  fact,  she  had  made  plenty  of  selfish  mistakes  in  her  lifetime  and  that  happened  to  be  the  exact  thing  that  now  forced  into  the  state  of  selflessness  needed  for  her  to  give  up  her  favourite  colour  in  her  favourite  brand  of  paint. “i  can  just  ask  if  there’s  more  out  back,  or  just  wait  for  more  to  come  in,  it’ll  be  fine.”  she  smiled  a  slightly  lopsided  smile,  but  it  was  as  genuine  as  it  was  awkward.

[ozzymorrison]

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ ozzy feat. sonya

located  in  a  new  chapter. this  is  a  closed  starter  for  @rebelsrebels​

there  was  such  a  deep  disconnect  between  ozzy  and  her  family,  one  that  she  couldn’t  quite  explain,  though  perhaps  she  might  have  been  able  to  do  a  better  job  of  it  if  she  ever  allowed  herself  to  think  about  their  dynamic  properly. ozzy  hated  thinking  about  her  family,  though  the  bigger  picture  and  the  whole  truth  was  that  ozzy  hated  thinking  at  all. her  life  felt  like  a  never  ending  cycle  of  bad  experience  after  bad  experience,  and  her  family  was  a  particularly  sensitive  issue  as  she  always  felt  abandoned  by  the  family  she  wished  she  had,  the  family  that  didn’t  exist,  the  family  that  was  happy  and  whole  and  healthy,  so  unlike  her  reality. ozzy  had  tried  for  quite  some  time  to  find  what  she  needed  from  her  family  elsewhere,  but  that  only  got  her  in  more  trouble  and  strife  than  she  could  have  ever  imagined  herself  in. she  had  only  ever  had  bad  luck  with  finding  herself,  her  place  and  her  people,  but  all  she  could  do  was  continue  to  try. if  only  trying  wasn’t  so  hard.

with  no  one  else  to  turn  to  and  not  enough  confidence  or  bravery  to  venture  back  out  into  the  world  of  socialisation,  ozzy  mustered  up  all  the  courage  she  did  have  and  she  made  her  way  down  to  a  new  chapter. her  relationship  with  her  step  sister  had  never  been  a  good  one,  but  desperate  times  called  for  desperate  measures,  and  ozzy  wasn’t  sure  she  could  handle  another  day  feeling  so  alone. “hey.”  she  greeted  sonya,  a  half  sad,  half  awkward  smile  a  part  of  her  greeting. she  once  had  been  so  excited  hearing  that  she  was  gaining  a  sister,  and  it  was  a  real  shame  how  that  turned  out;  she  truthfully  didn’t  think  that  it  would  be  possible,  but  she  hoped  to  be  able  to  salvage  the  relationship. maybe  all  of  the  crimes  in  shrike  heights  would  be  able  to  help  her  with  that,  as  awful  as  that  sounded. “how’s  uhh,  how’s  work?”  she  asked,  having  prepared  herself  for  this  moment  yet  somehow  still  messing  up  and  falling  short  of  her  goal.

[glendaadams]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ glenda feat. orwell

located  in  a  park  far  out  from  the  cbd. this  is  a  closed  starter  for  @horrorbxby​

glenda  had  been  excited  for  her  day  off,  planning  on  staying  in  the  entire  day  and  soaking  up  the  safety  that  came  with  being  inside  of  those  four  sturdy  brick  walls,  but  she  found  herself  quickly  growing  restless. it  wasn’t  like  her  to  do  nothing,  and  while  the  promise  of  safety  was  something  very  much  needed  right  now,  the  restlessness  ended  up  winning. glenda  always  had  been  a  little  manic. she  didn’t  want  to  stray  far  from  home,  but  after  deciding  quickly  that  she  definitely  didn’t  want  to  near  the  mall  when  she  wasn’t  being  paid  to  do  so,  she  found  herself  strolling  down  one  of  the  rocky  footpaths  adjacent  to  one  of  the  parks  in  town  that  was  less  kept,  less  maintained. she  chose  this  park  in  particular  to  steer  clear  of  any  larger  groups  of  people  -  bait  for  the  killers,  she  thought  -  but  her  walk  didn’t  come  without  finding  at  least  one  familiar  face.

“huh,  you  definitely  won’t  find  that  book  on  any  school  approved  reading  lists,  not  even  in  towns  more  progressive  than  shrike  heights.”  she  greeted  orwell,  glancing  over  the  title  of  the  book  they  read  before  sitting  down  on  the  park  bench  beside  their  former  student. “glad  to  see  i  taught  you  well.”  she  added,  teasing. but  glenda  knew  better  than  to  bring  exclusive  light-heartedness  into  any  conversation  nowadays. “how’ve  you  been  holding  up?”  she  asked,  sincere.

[veronicavelasco]

 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ veronica feat. julian 

located  outside  of  shrike  mall this  is  a  closed  starter  for  @julianhyun​

veronica’s  family  warned  her  before  she  moved  away  from  them  that  she  might  come  to  need  them  and  that  she  might  come  to  regret  her  decision,  but  no  matter  what  predicament  she  had  gotten  herself  into  she  had  been  able  to  manage  it  perfectly  fine  by  herself. through  struggles  apartment  hunting,  troubles  dealing  with  cultural  differences,  having  her  heart  broken,  living  in  a  town  filled  with  killers  on  the  loose  and  everything  in  between,  veronica  had  been  able  to  deal  just  fine  by  herself. she  felt  capable,  perfectly  independent,  strong  and  brave,  but  then  she  had  an  encounter  with  the  skeleton  and  she  felt  stripped  of  all  of  those  things.

now  veronica  desperately  wished  to  have  her  mother  by  her  side  to  care  for  her  and  to  heal  her  wounds,  her  abuela  with  her  to  reignite  the  spark  inside  of  her  that  contained  her  strength  and  her  bravery,  her  older  sister  around  to  march  down  to  the  mall  and  discuss  her  time  off  of  work  at  all  three  of  her  workplaces  and  her  father  at  the  door  watching  out  for  any  more  forces  of  evil  that  threatened  to  hurt  her. she  missed  her  family  more  than  she  could  say,  she  missed  the  comfort  they  provided  and  the  help  they  would  have  offered  immediately. veronica  felt  a  lot  like  a  scared  child  right  now,  so  vulnerable,  so  hopeless,  so  close  to  tears.

regardless  of  how  she  felt,  however,  she  was  well  aware  of  that  fact  that  she  was  a  grown  adult  who  had  to  deal  with  all  aspects  of  the  aftermath  of  the  attack. she  kept  trying  to  tell  herself  that  she  was  lucky  to  only  have  a  head  injury,  but  she  knew  luck  hadn’t  truly  been  by  her  side  and  in  the  back  of  her  mind  she  knew  she  only  kept  telling  herself  this  to  ensure  her  feet  kept  moving  as  she  made  her  way  to  the  mall  to  organise  leave  at  get  juiced,  julio’s  and  the  very  place  that  the  attack  had  happened  -  key  of  reason. it  would  have  been  easier  to  call  these  places  and  request  what  she  needed  to,  but  it  seemed  that  every  time  a  manager  picked  up  the  phone  veronica’s  mind  paralysed  her  and  rendered  her  unable  to  speak  of  what  happened  or  why  she  needed  a  break.

for  some  reason  she  thought  she  would  be  more  successful  in  person,  but  the  paralysis  stemming  from  fear  that  she  had  felt  on  the  phone  followed  her  to  the  mall  and  it  stopped  her  from  entering. ’it  was  only  one  small  incident’  she  thought,  ‘i  should  be  over  it  by  now,  and  beyond  able  to  do  this’  she  was  frustrated,  wishing  for  things  to  be  easier,  but  what  she  wished  for  and  what  was  able  to  be  her  reality  weren’t  the  same  things. hopeless  wasn’t  an  emotion  veronica  was  used  to,  but  she  was  soaking  it  up  uninterrupted  -  until  she  saw  julian  approaching. he  was  exactly  what  she  needed,  she  realised  suddenly,  as  he  was  one  of  her  unofficial  family  members  here  in  shrike  heights. perhaps  he  would  be  of  service,  perhaps  he  could  provide  her  with with  the  help  she  wished  her  family  back  home  could  provide  her. “julian!”  she  called,  her  desperate  tone  of  voice  reminding  her  of  just  how  difficult  she  felt  this  time  was.

[veronicavelasco]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ veronica feat. fiona 

located in julio’s. this is a closed starter for @retrocuts​

veronica  left  her  entire  family  behind  when  moving  to  shrike  heights. she  was  glad  to  do  it  at  the  time,  but  admittedly  it  was  hard  being  away  from  all  you  had  once  known. even  when  veronica  didn’t  have  much  tying  her  to  her  hometown  -  a  fact  that  had  made  it  so  easy  for  her  to  blindly  follow  a  love  interest  to  another  country  without  hesitation  -  she  discovered  she  had  taken  certain  things  for  granted  and  left  without  realising  she  would  miss  them. certain  things  she  missed  were  means  of  comfort  and  comforting  figures  that  she  no  longer  had  available  to  her  in  this  strange,  small  town. all  was  not  lost,  however!  it  was  right  to  say  that  veronica  no  longer  had  old  means  of  comfort,  but  she  was  a  spritely  young  person  who  could  definitely  commit  herself  to  finding  what  she  needed  no  matter  where  she  went.

they  couldn’t  say  they  had  many  people  looking  out  for  them  here  in  shrike  heights  -  that  being  a  kind  of  comfort  that  they  needed  perhaps  the  most  right  now  -  but  they  were  confident  in  saying  that  fiona  was  a  person  who  both  cared  for  them  and  comforted  them. it  was  fortunate  that  the  two  worked  together,  as  that  meant  veronica  often  knew  where  to  find  fiona  at  any  time  of  need. they  didn’t  like  to  burden  her  with  every  problem,  but  they  knew  she  was  someone  they  could  trust  and  that  promise  alone  worked  wonders. it  wasn’t  always  for  explicit  comfort,  sometimes  more  just  for  conversation  or  company  -  though  those  things  were  comforting  in  their  own  ways. either  way,  fiona  was  a  good  provider  and  veronica  considered  herself  extremely  lucky  to  know  the  woman.

today  was  a  hard  day  for  veronica. a  lot  of  days  had  difficult  moments  in  them  and  had  since  the  beginning  of  the  attacks  in  shrike  heights  but  since  veronica  encountered  the  skeleton  at  the  end  of  a  shift  at  key  of  reason  things  had  been  especially  hard. understandably. though  she  had  taken  the  first  few  days  off  of  work  to  try  to  rest  and  recover  she  found  she  couldn’t  stand  the  loneliness  at  home  or  the  lack  of  stimuli  that  she  found  there. today  she  had  a  shift  at  julio’s  that  she  hoped  would  work  to  take  her  mind  off  of  what  she  had  endured,  but  in  an  act  of  desperation  she  had  arrived  at  the  bar  nearly  an  hour  before  she  was  scheduled  to  start. she  didn’t  mind  it,  preferring  to  have  something  to  focus  her  mind  on  rather  than  the  vivid  picture  of  her  attack,  and  she  thought  it  was  especially  nice  walking  in  to  see  fiona  there. she  waved  and  spoke  once  she  caught  her  eye. “hey.”  she  smiled. “i  didn’t  realise  you  were  on  today. i’m  glad  you  are.”