#deadwood.start

[apparitionisms]

open !  where: roadhouse bar !

“you know i’ve actually gotten pretty good at darts,” she says holding one up to their face, “so don’t mess with me or i won’t be afraid to use them,” never mind the fact that over the years the darts have been well worn and thrown, their pointed edges have softened over the years unlike it’s patrons. the only real reason why mina was over here was to pay for her dad’s tab. it wasn’t to play darts but she was competitive at heart even if she never showed it. she stands back, closes one eye like her dad taught her to and throws the first one. “i don’t know what we can play for but i have a very strong suspicion i won’t lose.”

[feignedhues]

open to: everyone and anyone location: local cemetery 

“Visiting hours are over.”

Pope’s voice cut through the small hum of the cemetery. Many believed it was too quiet, a collection of noise that was too subtle to be given much thought by minds so accustomed to the buzzing of florescents and bustling company. They believed it was silence, but Pope knew better. It could be louder than the streets of Deadwood if anyone paid close attention. 

He didn’t move, but the flickering of the flashlight over one of the tombstones he was crouched near revealed where he lingered. Later shifts allowed for some peace of mind, and more importantly, isolation if he was lucky. Isolation from the living, at least. Pope’s primary motivation for it, though, was that it kept him awake. Nothing good ever came from sleep unless it was forced by exhaustion. 

“Which means you’re probably here to rob a grave.” It was a bold assumption, but it was still dropped into the air with blatant certainty. “It’s not the felony you need to worry about, though. It’s what the people here are gonna do in retaliation that you need to be weary of.”

[dirtbvg]

starter — open | location — the alley beside star theater | time — 7:45pm

    it  was  an  unauthorized  smoke  break  on  laser’s  part,  but  the  cool  manager  was  working  that  evening  and  people  wouldn’t  arrive  to  the  next  showing  for  another  forty-five  minutes.  plus,  it  had  been  a  long  day.  the  walker  house  was  nearly  unbearable  which  made  laser  thankful  for  the  apartment  he  shared  with  3d.  even  with  the  year  anniversary  of  kirsty’s  disappearance,  laser  couldn’t  stand  being  near  his  family.  ❝  shit  —  ❞  he  coughed,  trying  to  catch  his  breath  after  being  spooked  by  the  person  nearing  him.  ❝  didn’t  think  anyone  knew  about  this  place.  ❞

[arielshowards]

open to: all

location: grocery store parking lot

she knew the bag was slipping from her grip, and she knew there was exactly nothing that she could do about it. of course she had already put the cart away, making the hubristic assumption that she could carry everything to the car herself in one trip. stupid. she had tried to adjust the bags in her one good hand, and lost control of one, the rip sounding far too loud as things started falling out and then the bag itself slipped completely. 

“shit--!”

glowering at the mess before feeling someone’s eyes on her and glanced around to see someone looking at her. 

“what? you want a signed fuckin’ picture?” she snapped, giving them a withering glare. hoping they would get the hint and leave her the hell alone, she gingerly crouched to start collecting the fallen items. the bread was fine, mercifully the bag of rice hadn’t broken, and the eggs were in the other bag. unfortunately the same could not say the same for the jar of jam, smashed on the ground, and she couldn’t move fast enough to catch the three cans rolling under nearby car. 

“dammit.”