#sirenaceae

[whitetail-wheaty]

@sirenaceae​ :

Faith can take him in. 😇

“After all you have done to me? Fine... and then let us play family game night. Like Russian Roulette.”

[whitetail-wheaty]

“No one fucking trusts you anymore, Rachel. Go bury yourself with that.”

@sirenaceae​

[hallowedwrath]

The arrival of a new face rarely escaped the notice of the Project at Eden's Gate. The devout believers were ever on the lookout for prospective new members, those who could be influenced onto the right path. The only path. However little more was known about this woman beyond her name. Samantha Hunter, didn't seem to stray far outside her family home, dedicated to her newfound position within the Sheriff's Department and no obvious connections around the County. Tough nut to crack.

They could have sent a faceless member among their masses, somebody who was a nobody, but Faith herself stepped forward to volunteer. Ever seeking to impress her brother Joseph she wished to learn what she could about the woman who could be a great asset — or a terrible foe. "Hey! Excuse me, Miss!" she chased after her, in-hand a conveniently missing wallet that had been plucked in an opportune moment. "This fell out of your car when you stepped out."

Even after being back home for several months, Sam was still having trouble adjusting to civilian life at times. Everything was different about Montana; the sounds, the smells, the people... But no difference was quite so bothersome to her as the weather. The deserts of the Middle East were always so hot and dry, and the only pain the weather brought her was the occasional sunburn or the burn of hot sand on her skin, but the same couldn’t be said for her first Montana winter in years. Each and every step made her body feel stiffer and achier than the last with how cold the air was, and she couldn’t pull her bomber jacket tight enough around her to ease the pain.

Well, Sam thought the weather was the worst difference. She was beginning to think the people were, though. With the exception of her new colleagues at the Sheriff’s Department and her immediate family, just about everyone Sam had met so far in Hope County irritated the hell out of her. Like that Merle dude? God, was he fucking annoying. And Hurk Sr.? They made her miss the people in Afghanistan that were always trying to kill her. So she wasn’t too optimistic whenever she was forced into an interaction with another new person.

But the woman she was met with when she turned around was far from what she was expecting. Sam had been prepared for someone like that weird lady at the marina to be approaching her, but instead it was a woman who looked... kind. She was at least half a foot shorter than Sam, and she looked like someone with a gentle soul. Sam felt oddly at ease in front of the shorter woman. “Thanks.” She took her wallet back, tucked it into her jacket pocket, and, despite telling her mom that she didn’t need any friends, held out her hand hesitantly to the girl. “I’m Sam.”

[eli-whitetail]

“If violence is the only language you choose to speak, I'll speak your language.”

Far Cry 5 Sentence Starters:

“Violence is what the Seeds brought to this county, and you know it.” Because she had been one them. Rachel Jessop was the troubled kid from the Henbane region, her folks ran the well-known Jessop Conservatory. The family was known all across the county and there’d been whispers about their girl having her problems.

But this? Parading around in a white dress and calling herself Faith. There had been at least two other women Eli had seen do the same thing.

“I have tried speaking to the Seeds, and it’s only ever brought death. You should be aware of that Rachel ... just ask Joseph Seed what happened the last two Faiths.”

[mercyxkilling]

New York hadn't ever been within the realm of Rachel's dreams. Small girl from an even smaller town in Montana, her hopes were contained within a gilded cage. Her family weren't poor. Controlling, harmfully so, but even in such a position she never could have imagined making it so far. It had only been possible on her own.

Though the magic of the Big Apple was quickly wiped. The city was large, the streets were cold and the people were a far cry from the folk of Hope County. To survive in the concrete jungle she needed to do more than find some quick waitressing gig to get by, what little savings she had to her name were burned through renting out some shitty leaking basement. If she were smarter, perhaps she would have turned tail and sought out somewhere else, somewhere smaller, less expensive, away from the bustle... but there was a certain allure about the never-sleeping city. Rachel had never experienced anything like it.

So, given the chance —or rather, a verbal recommendation where help was needed, she followed the crumb trails that led to one Mercy Andrews. "Hey." Rachel spoke up, checking and double-checking the business sign. "I, uh — man called Vinnie said you're looking for workers. That true?"

@sirenaceae

mercy had been digging around under the hood of an old ford, pulling debris out of the vehicle’s manifolds, when her attention was drawn elsewhere. one of her men, mikey, had been calling for her to make her way to the front of the shop, and while this might have normally annoyed her considering just how much she liked to remain constantly busy, the pain in her back from bending over to assess this particular restoration’s workload made her grateful for the distraction.

she reached for a clean rag nearby to clean her hands before moving to cross the noisy garage area to make her way to the front of the building towards reception.

“someone’s here t’see ya.”

interesting. she hadn’t been expecting anyone. not that she could recall anyway. but there were many times she’d completely fucking spaced a meeting or other important things because she’d gotten absolutely obliterated the night before, so it wouldn’t be a complete surprise if this happened to be the case here, too. but whatever. she’d cross that bridge when she got to it. for now, the woman just needed to be present.

mercy smoothed out any wrinkles that might have been present out of her dress before moving past mikey to make her way into the front of the store. her eyebrows shot up, though, once she processed what was going on. vinnie had referred such a petite, young looking woman to speak with her? how odd. she could imagine benny being more prone to doing such a thing, though perhaps for reasons that were more… nefariously transparent than any vinnie might have had. if this suggestion came from the older man, it certainly had more weight to it. (sorry benny.)

“vinnie sent ya here…?”

then again, maybe vinnie just felt like he needed to protect this woman, because that was just the type of guy he was. and by sending her to mercy, knowing she would have a soft spot for a struggling young woman trying to make it in the city like he did, vinnie had known that the boss wasn’t going to be able to just say no. not at least without any referrals.

“well… i guess that’d depend on what kinda work we’re talkin’ about here.”

she folded her arms over her chest as she tilted her head slightly, eyeing the woman before her quizzically. mercy wasn’t one to judge a lady by her size or appearance. she knew that most people saw her as some vain and vapid airhead who was as intimidating as a wet sponge. just because this lady was small didn’t mean she didn’t have some strength she could tap into.

“‘cause i mean. if ya want a receptionist job, i need someone to book appointments and handle phone calls. or didja want t’talk about some other position ya may be interested in…?”

she wasn’t about to spill her guts on her criminal activities to those who were unaware so freely, though. she’d keep the question open, at least, so the other woman could act upon that if she wanted to or even knew to do it.