#poiscnbane

[meatriarchived]

&. ❛ god ain't watching here. ❜ for luda mae! | @poiscnbane

"God is always watching; everywhere, everyone." she older woman states simply, glasses not straying away from their focus on the countertops as she idly tidies up in the kitchen. "He has many things in this world t' keep His eyes on, and we are merely but a speck in that number."

Luda Mae pauses after dusting away some crumbs and drapes the old rag off the kitchen sink, "It may seem as though He has forsaken our family - with these hard times we've found ourselves in. House fallin' apart, business movin' for the cities...Folk movin' away and food bein' scarce to come by. But-" a smile creeps at the corner of the matriarchs' lips.

"If God felt our ways of keepin' this family - ourselves - alive and from starvin' were no good and rotten, sinful or shameful? I do believe He'd have done somethin' by now to stop us, don't you?" A small chuckle escapes her;

"God may not be watchin' us, dear. But he ain't stoppin' us, neither."

[htchhiker]

"there's nothing out there for me anymore."

something about the way she says that is sad. maybe there's still a longing for more in her ; though , if he were honest , nubbins always found himself a bit jealous of his younger sister. she got to experience the world ― the good && the bad. maybe it wasn't exactly what she wanted , but things seldom ever are. nubbins , on the other hand , well the most he's ever seen of the world are the dusty roads of muerto county. not that he particularly minds it , he's never been the type to want for much ( but sometimes , when he's all alone in the night , he dares to dream ... )

❛ t ― that's okay , sissy ! you've gots me && bubba here ! ❜ he says with that same , open smile he always has. ❛ johnny && grandpa ! drayton's alright too ... ― && o ― one day bobby's gonna come home ! then we'll all be together again. ❜

[facepeeled]

@poiscnbane | plotted starter.

cricket and josiah had dipped down through texas to dispose of the body in the gulf of mexico. let the sharks get it. the end of calista spalding 1.0, ready to be replaced by a newer, better version. she'd fried her hair blonde with a box of bleach, and was in the passenger seat making her way back up to atlanta. she'd flipped the visor and down and was practicing covering her thick southern drawl with a more new yorker accent in the mirror. she was so caught up in perfecting the act she didn't even notice when josiah pulled over to a pit stop on the side of the road. the signs plastered all over the little shack offered cheap gas and, apparently, the best barbeque in texas.

she supposed she could eat. it'd been a few days since her last meal. she stepped out of the car, stretched her hands above her head and arched her back. but what she saw inside killed her appetite. it was another one of them. a stranger with her exact face, an alien, a clone. some kind of monster. there was no doubt in her mind. she couldn't kill this one, it was surrounded by a big family and out in broad daylight. plus, cricket needed answers, maybe this one had some.

she approached the skin walker with hostility. "who are you?" she demanded. "and why are you wearing MY face?"

[lifesver]

@poiscnbane (cont. from here )

he should kill her. with the pointed shard of ribcage in his grip, it wouldn't even be hard. it would be one less monster that could find his friends, and hurt them. he sees her straight razor off to the side, and kicks it out of reach. ❝ i'm not like you, ❞ he grits, like he's trying to convince himself. but he's always been an open book, his eyes flicker his uncertainty.

he still stings of the betrayal, he still hated her. hated what her and her awful family were doing to them. does she deserve to die? do you get to decide? does it make you the same as them? white-knuckling the bone shard, he asks;

❝ why do you do it? ❞

[facepeeled]

❛ I thought I should tie her up. Just in case. ❜

"well, look at you," cricket says, a devilish grin spreading across her face. "using that big brain of yours." she's always thought sissy to be the smartest of her big, redneck family. 'course she won't say it out loud, insulting any of the sawyers in front of her is not a good idea.

she crosses over the room to the victim, bound and gagged and unconscious on the floor. cricket kicks her, but the woman is out cold. she turns back to sissy. "what d'ya wanna do with her? not much meat on her bones."

[loomissister-a]

“No, it’s bad, but I’m. Like. I’m fine. Just give me like, ten minutes.”

"You don't sound fine--" Vicki's stressed. If it were anyone else she could've easily ignored them. But not Sissy. She isn't sure what to do with herself or how to comfort her. The other woman reassures her that she just needs ten minutes but instinct is compelling her to try and comfort her. To help.

[johnnysslaughterarc]

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ -- @poiscnbane

❛ what do y' mean "hold still"? i AM holdin' still, god damn, ❜ drawl thickens & there lacks any malicious feelings in his tone, his arms crossing at his chest. holding still was a vague & suggestion of a term, from how he heard it -- with his head shaking & his hand going to swat at sissy's hands as they approach him, being everything but still.

❛ sissy, it's fine, don't worry all 'bout it, ❜ rich coming from the one sawyer who definitely worried about it -- always ensuring his appearances were as it should, groomed & tidy. ❛ y' ain't gotta be doin' all o' that now, y' hear? i know y' just tryin' to help, but promise. it's fine. ❜

[meatriarchived]

"For what it's worth, I really will miss you." to nancy! | @poiscnbane

for others within the family, nancy was certain there were grumblings and acid spat at the back of the young woman. at her choice to step away from the family, for however long it may be.

to the sawyer matriarch, the decision stirred a combination of reaction; stupidity to run off into the world with little clue as to what awaits out there, self-indulgence at leaving the family when they could use cecilia's youth to their advantage, and yet, pride seeped into the older womans' eyes as well.

that cecilia thinks of herself - that she sets off into the world rather than COWER like the others' in their slowly decaying home, rotting amongst the splintering wood like the rest of them seem content doing.

she recalls the young woman as a silly little thing many years ago, running about across the drive and yards and fields, tailing behind her johnny, with a clumsy smaller bubba trying to keep up with the two. cecilia was a bright kid, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, the kind that even nancy - as cold as she is - could not resist indulging.

especially not once she took interest in poisons; she remembers all those hours spent answering all her childish, innocent questions, of all the plants nancy kept normally under tight lock and key behind the house, until johnny and cecilia were older to go inside and she could trust them to be careful inside.

it wasn't something nancy was ever clear on admitting, but the young sawyer girl did settle into a place of fondness in her heart.

and though at notion didn't quite reach nancy's features outwardly, hand raises to close distance between the two of them, and fingers lightly tips cecilia's chin up - affectionate to a small degree.

"as will i, sissy. you go on out there, see what this worlds' got t' offer you. and you take it - by the throat."