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[thehxrkness]

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Raising Nicky had always been a breeze. He was a gentle soul, and one who almost always listened to his mother. Alice, on the other hand...well...she was a teenager. Granted, she had also recently lost her mother - which Agatha couldn't blame her for acting out due to - it was still frustrating nonetheless.

Agatha was at the other's closed door, brows furrowed as she heard the booming music coming from within. She knocked softly at first, and when she got no response, she knocked even louder.

"Alice! Turn that music down! I can't hear myself think!"

She wondered if Nicky would have eventually become a rebellious teen, as she herself had when she was that age. It didn't surprise her to know Alice was like that as well, which was understandable given all her current circumstances.

[heirceleste]

@curseburnt + because of course they meet at hot topic

walking into hot topic feels like a fall from grace. like there's a cosmic entity telling her moving to new jersey was a mistake, one only made worse by the fact that her favorite fishnets had been ripped by her own hubris cutting into a box. and now of course, this mall that is way too big for the stores it houses has absolutely nothing for her aside from a hot topic. groaning, she itches behind her ear before remember she smoked the cigarette that is typically housed there earlier in the day. she has to pick up a new pack but wanted to do this first, feels almost naked without fishnets underneath her ripped jeans, the tights typically reserved for ballet feel out of place outside of a dance studio.

fingers going through the clothing racks, stops at a few band shirts on her way to looking at the selection of tights. cassidy can't help but let out another groan. because of course there are fishnets, but she can already tell the quality is shit. looking around the store, her eyes land on a security guard that appears to have actual taste. "hi sorry but any idea where to buy fishnets that don't suck?" doesn't like approaching someone she doesn't know, likes even less having to ask a question. but cassidy will be damned if she has to actually purchase something from this teenage hellscape. tattooed fingers twirl a loose piece of hair from her braid as she fidgets nervously, can't remember the last time she had to meet new people in an area so unfamiliar, wonders again why she allowed a dart at a map to pick her next destination. "i'd ask the people that work here but they'll all act like what hot topic sells is actual quality," punctuates with a roll of her eyes, desperate to move past this new interaction.

[auntiezelda]

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She needed a drink, she thought as she was already in the process of tilting one back. It wasn't Alice's fault. It was the council's. Why they still bothered with them at all was a constant question she posed herself. Perhaps they should cut ties permanently. Let their influence wane ever more. All she knew was that she was fed up with being shut down and by such repulsive men!

"I could lead impossible missions, occupy the highest position. But when I ask them to listen, they disregard my opinion," she ranted as she poured another glass, this time offering it to Alice.

[ladiesandwitches]

@curseburnt

"You know I've come across a few generational curses in my time," Hilda told her sympathetically. "They're awful, you poor love. A curse is supposed to be something you do to someone who deserves it. You target the one person and then you're done. Inherited curses are just unfair. And mean," she added.

"But your mum did a good job though. I've never known anyone find a way to keep a curse like that at bay." Offering a smile to Alice, Hilda leaned in a little in a moment of closeness. "You should be proud of her."

[alyafae-archived]

“Well,  well,  well.  You  sure  look  like  you  had  an  awful  day.”  A  delicate  smile  danced  around  Ranna's  lips  as  she  approached  the  other  woman  sitting  by  herself.  Without  waiting  for  an  invitation  she  took  a  seat  next  to  her,  offering  her  another  bottle  of  beer.  “Tell  your  friend  Ranna  what  went  wrong,”  she  purred  then.

@curseburnt got a random muse: ranna. ( you get to decide if this is their first encounter of if they already know each other. )

[blkhcrt]

' i'm better than advil. i take all your pain away '

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[perilousxrealm]

"what is this place exactly, besides a health hazard?" for Jen. // accepting. @curseburnt

"Wow."

Her offended word matches an incredulous look on her face as she lets the two candles down with a thud. The whole thing about Kale Kare seems ridiculous now that her powers are back and having both survive a lot in the tunnels underneath Westview; but Jen wasn't complaining. Having her magic back and coursing through her veins so powerfully that she felt it every single moment of every single day, made figuring out the rest just as easily.

She also wasn't as alone anymore, considering Alice survived the whole thing too. It was nice for a while, having a full coven, even though it was short lived and some of the members weren't necessarily... great. So, she asked Wu, who was one of the good ones, to visit her anytime— only to have her work insulted, though jokingly, only minutes in.

"I change my mind. You can go to whatever hole Agatha plucked you out of." She has jokes too, as evident in a little smile as she pushes the candles to the back of the shelf.

"How have you been holding up? Must be nice not having a literal demon sitting on your shoulders anymore."

[heirceleste]

@curseburnt + first meetings

it happens so fast that lokelani doesn't really know what's going on until the cops arrive. she's still standing with a bullet hole in her thigh and two dead parents, front door cracked open and a hydrangea bush that seems to have tripled in size blocking what would have been a series of fatal shots. it isn't until there's a woman in front of her, lips moving without any sound coming out that kel collapses, realizes that she's been screaming since the first shot. as her knees hit the concrete steps she lets out a final wail, pain overcoming her as she meets her parents' dead eyes. its the last thing she remembers clearly, everything coming in and out, grounded only by the pain in her thigh and the rawness of her throat. thinks she remembers the cop she had collapsed into in an ambulance with her, sirens echoing all around her as she's pulled away from her parents bodies.

the next time she's well and truly aware though, is two days later. hasn't cried once since the gun went off and every loud noise makes her jump just a little. is already sick of condolences, wants to yell at everyone that she's scared because she got shot and she's pretty sure a plant saved her life, not because her parents are dead. thinks if another nurse says 'poor girl' or more flowers from her parents' church show up, she's going to scream. tell everyone that her parents were monsters and part of her is glad their dead. the hospital thinks they're doing her a favor by allowing her to heal and get rest until the crime scene is cleaned up, can't seem to find the words to explain that she hasn't lived there full time since she started college and all she wants to do is go back to her little studio above the flower shop. it's only when a familiar face shows up in her hospital room that lokelani seems to find her voice.

(she refuses to think about the last time this happened. the last time she didn't speak it had been more of a conscious choice. lokelani had done everything then to keep herself safe, to stay alive. staying silent meant there were less lies to keep track of, easier to keep up appearances of the perfect child if she simply didn't talk.)

"you were there that first day, right?" she asks softly. she sets her phone on the bed in front of her and gingerly pulls her knees to her chest, trying not to press on the sutured wound in her thigh. "any chance you're gonna tell the hospital they're being dramatic and i can go now?" she asks softly, playing with the popsocket on her phone as she speaks.