#smokedfires

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i am twenty years old my sister has moved away her own life sprouting from her fingertips my mother and i do not speak i sit in my room, cradling my loneliness, touching at the braids in my hair, the blush on my cheeks i only know a mothers love because of my sister i feel grateful she was the mother i never knew i needed ––––––––  𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.

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⋆   closed   starter   :  @smokedfires​​​     &     based,

another  slow  and  dreadful  closing  shift.  the  monotonous  loop  that  felix  has  fallen  into  is  slowly  but  surely  making  him  lose  his  mind.  it  feels  like  he’s  living  the  same  exact  day  over  and  over  again.  his  own,  personal  purgatory.  except   –––––   he  wasn’t  dead.  not  that  that  would  make  much  of  a  difference.  he’s  currently  vacuuming,  yes,  vacuuming  the  dirty  carpet  of  the  store.  when  was  the  last  time  it  was  cleaned?  fuck  if  he  knows.  felix  was  more  interested  in  closing  the  store  down  so  that  he  and  piper  could  head  over  to  gabby’s  to  hang  out  with  the   rest  of  the  rat  pack.  the  only  silver  lining  to  the  day.  with  a  bored  expression  on  his  face,  he  continues  the  task  at  hand  and  almost  trips  over  the  chunky  cord  of  the  old  vacuum.     “     i  do  not  get  paid  enough  for  this  shi–––––     ”     he’s  cut  off  by  the  annoying  sound  of  the  entrance  bell  ringing  as  someone  enters.  turning  off  the  appliance,  he  turns  to  greet  the  costumer  and  his  face  drops  completely  as  he  notices  who  it  is.  martin.  of  fucking  course.  it’s  been  a  while  since  he’s  been  in  and  felix  thought  they  had  finally  gotten  rid  of  the  creep.  apparently  not.     “     my  favorite  regular.  you  have  a  knack  for  coming  in  right  before  we  close.     ”     words  are  dripping  with  sarcasm  as  felix  walks  closer  to  him.   mayer  chuckles  and  smirks  at  the  visible  annoyance  coming  from  felix.  he  loved  that  he  was  able  to  have  such  an  effect  on  him.     i usually get off around this time. you’re the only video store that has all the classics.     mayer  replies,  eyes  scanning  the  store  in  search  of  piper.  the  real  reason  why  he  was  here.     “     right.  well  you  know  where  they  are.  meet  me  at  the  counter  when  you’re  ready  to  check  out.     ”     with  that,  he  walks  into  the  back  room  where  piper  currently  was.     “     your  boyfriend  is  here.    ”     he  tells  her  with  a  roll  of  his  eyes.

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     it’d been weeks since emily wrote her number on finn’s receipt, and she hadn’t heard from him since. not that she had noticed. she’d written her number down but it was harmless fun and they had flirted, but again, it was light and emily never expected anything to come of it. so when nothing came of it, she’d barely noticed. besides, she had better things to do with her time. she’s working the same closing shift, and the diner is nearly empty which is pleasantly surprising. she’s at the register with one of the other girls working, and they’re making plans to watch a movie next week. emily doesn’t have much in the way of friends, but she likes the girls she works with; they’ve all got the same thick skin. the bell rings signaling an entering customer, and, when she looks up, she thinks maybe she had wanted finn to call more than she realized. because she swears it’s him that’s walked through the door. she blinks, and it’s still him. so not a trick of the light. he’s alone, as he promised the last time, and she’s surprised at the clarity of her memory of their conversation. when he takes a seat, she wastes no time getting a mug and the coffee cup, still warm and half full. she ambles over to finn, and holds the mug out. “can i interest you in some coffee?” she’s surprised to see him. she’d never expected him to come back, never even expected him to dial her number. 

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———     *     @smokedfires    /     ❪      starter .      ❫

          heidi taps her nails on the surface of the table, looking out the window of their tour bus as the city lights flash by them.   “  you ever wonder where we’d be if i had signed that solo contract ?  ”   it was that time of night where practically everyone was asleep except her and preston.   “  i mean; i don’t regret what i did. i’m glad mind erase her has become as successful as it is but just me alone ? i don’t think i could do it.  ”   or maybe she could but she’s so used to being in a group— a band now that that idea just sounds weird and foreign to her.

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⋆   closed  starter  for  @smokedfires​   ›   sydney  and  gabriel.

sydney  never  expected  to  settle  in  to  a  town  like  crescent  shore,  having  left  a  place  similar  to  it  when  she  turned  eighteen  and  swearing  to  never  return.  after  traveling  along  the  west  coast  for  years  in  hopes  of  finding  a  decent  job,  this  is  where  she  ultimately  ended  up.  a  quaint  little  town  with  beautiful  scenery  surrounding  it.  maybe  this  is  what  she  needed,  a  break  from  the  bustling  cities  she’s  previously  lived  in  to  give  her  mind  a  break.  she’s  never  had  the  chance  to  slow  down  and  allow  herself  to  just  live.  never  stopped  long  enough  to  consider  that  option.  crescent  shore  ended  up  not  being  what  she  initially  thought,  since  the  town  is  currently  in  the  midst  of  a  horrific  homicide  case.  so  much  so  that  there  was  talk  of  some  fancy  detective  coming  in  to  help  the  sheriff  find  the  answers  he  can’t  seem  to  detect  on  his  own.  for  the  first  time  in  ages,  sydney    feels  passionate  about  her  career,  which  is  why  her  show  is  doing  phenomenally  well.  seems  as  if  there  were  plenty  of  skeletons  in  the  closet  here  in  crescent  shore,  and  every  day  a  new  one  came  to  light.  leans  back  in  her  chair,  staring  at  the  lit  up  motherboard  in  front  of  her  as  she  contemplates  the  rest  of  her  day.  she  is  taken  out  of  her  thoughts  as  the  door  opens  from  behind  the  glass  that  separated  the  studio  from  the  lounge  area.  an  unfamiliar  man  steps  through  and  she  sits  up  in  her  chair.     “     can  i  help  you?     ”     she  presses  a  small  red  button  and  leans  into  the  microphone,  question  ringing  out  from  the  intercom  that  is  in  the  room  he  just  entered.

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⋆   closed  starter  for  @smokedfires​​​​  ›  eric  and  hazel.

 its  been  a  few  days  since  the  discovery  of  faye  and  sybil’s  bodies.  everyone  in  town  is  in  shock,  even  more  so  than  before.  at  least  before  they  had  the  hope  that  the  girls  would  show  up,  unharmed  and  alive.  unfortunately,  that  wasn’t  the  reality  of  the  situation.  if  things  weren’t  bad  before,  they  definitely  were  now.  more  pressure  is  being  put  on  sheriff  rogers  to  find  out  who  was  responsible.  atop  of  that,  tatum  has  still  not  been  found.  they  searched  tirelessly  after  faye  and  sybil  with  no  luck.  there  wasn’t  any  trace  of  her  ever  being  there.  this  adds  a  layer  of  mystery  and  complexity  to  the  case.  with  all  the  chaos  around,  it  is  no  surprise  that  eric  has  been  slowly  spiraling  himself.  rogers  has  been  extra  tough  lately  and  his  mother  shut  down  completely  leaving  him  alone.  at  first  he  thought  he  could  deal  with  it,  but  things  got  progressively  worse.  the  finding  of  the  bodies  was  what  pushed  eric  past  his  boundaries.  he  was  going  to  do  something  so  stupid  yet  justified  in  his  mind.  many  nights  have  been  spent  curating  his  plan.  down  to  the  finest  detail.  he  was  going  to  pull  it  off.  he  had  to.  setting  it  in  motion,  eric  stands  outside  of  the  foster  sisters’  home.  knocking  on  the  door  as  he  waits  for  an  answer,  he  hears  shuffling  from  the  other  side.     “     hazel,  it’s  me.  eric.     ”

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⋆   closed  starter  for  @smokedfires​​​  ›  heather  and  ivan.

it’s  odd  that  heather  finds  herself  coming  back  to  this  specific  location  after  all  this  time.  there  have  been  many  changes  in  her  life  this  past  year,  and  she  had  promised  herself  to  swear  off  this  graveyard  in  hopes  to  keep  the  memories  it  held  away.  at  one  point,  this  place  was  the  only  place  that  brought  the  girl  comfort.  it  feels  like  lifetimes  ago  since  she’s  felt  that  way,  especially  since  the  person  she  shared  those  memories  with  was  no  longer  someone  she  associated  herself  with.  tonight  is  one  of  those  nights  where  she  tosses  and  turns  until  the  frustration  of  being  unable  to  fall  sleep  kicks  in.  usually  a  midnight  drive  does  the  trick  and  she’s  able  to  get  a  few  hours  of  rest  before  she’s  up  and  ready  for  the  day.  it  doesn’t  seem  like  it’ll  be  that  easy  for  her  tonight.  so  when  she  finds  herself  on  the  familiar  path  to  the  graveyard  on  the  outskirts  of  town:  she  just  lets  it  happen. it’s  not  like  she’d  be  accompanied  by  anyone  since  the  only  people  who  are  ever  there  are  the  groundskeepers.  and  that  was  rarely.  it  seems  as  if  those  who  were  buried  in  the  quaint  graveyard  had  no  family  left  to  visit  them.  gravestones  were  unkept  and  many  dated  decades  before  heather  was  even  born.  she  supposes  that’s  what  part  of  the  charm  of  this  place  was  and  why  she  and  .  .  .  ivan  always  found  themselves  sneaking  off  here. once  she  arrives,  heather  begins  to  stroll  the  grounds,  fingers  sporting  a  freshly  lit  cigarette  to  keep  some  of  the  anxious  thoughts  at  bay.  she  stops  at  one  of  the  many  gravestones,  reading  the  engraved  words  and  trying  to  imagine  what  kind  of  person  he  was  before  his  death.  that’s  when  she  feels  the  presence  of  another  and  she  knows  that  tonight  was  going  to  be  a  long  night.     “     if  you’re  trying  to  sneak  up  on  me,  you’re  going  to  have  to  be  less  obvious.    ”     heather  says  after  a  beat  of  silence.

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⋆  closed  starter  for  @smokedfires​​  ›  felix  and  piper.

felix  is  stuck  taking  down  christmas  decorations  around  the  store.  a  task  that  ultimately  landed  on  his  lap  due  to  the  incompetence  of  the  rest  of  the  staff  and  a  lost  game  of  rock,  paper,  scissors  with  piper.  mumbling  to  himself,  he  yanks  on  some  tinsel  which  causes  it  to  break  apart  and  make  an  even  bigger  mess  around  him.     “     bro...     ”     stepping  off  the  ladder,  he  swipes  away  at  any  of  the  annoying  material  that  falls  onto  his  sweater.  ever  since  the  night  of  the  phone  call  and  argument  with  his  family,  felix  has  been  keeping  to  himself  by  only  going  to  work  or  being  in  his  room.  it  isn’t  healthy  for  him  to  isolate  himself  like  this,  but  he’s  felt  so  discouraged  after  everything  that  hit him  all  at  once.  the  man’s  threatening  words  from  the  phone  call  and  is  mother’s  accusations  repeat  themselves  like  a  hellish  loop  in  felix’s  mind.  it’s  been  rough,  needless  to  say.  fi  and  piper  seem  to  be  the  only  ones  not  pissing  him  off  recently.  grabbing  the  empty  container  with  the  words  christmas lights  sloppily  written  on  it,  he  opens  it  and  prepares  to  put  them  away  when  a  new  costumer  enters.  immediately  the  energy  is  off  and  that  can  only  mean  one  thing.  mayer  enters  the  building  swiftly,  taking  a  deep  breath  as  the  familiarity  of  the  store  consumes  him.  it’s  been  a  few  days  since  he’s  been  around.  after  the  phone  call,  he  had  decided  he  needed  to  cool  off  before  he  did  something  stupid . . .  like  get  sloppy.  he  couldn’t  risk  losing  all  the  work  he’s  put  in  to  this.  piper  was  so  close  yet  so  far.  soon,  he’d  have  her  right  where  he  wants  her.  taking  a  look  around,  he  spots  felix  near  the  front  window  but  ignores  him,  instead  walking  up  to  the  counter  where  piper  was.     piper, i seem to have this problem and i need someone with your film expertise to help me out.     he  flirts,  leaning  against the  glass  top  counter  as  he  looks  at  her  with  a  charming  smile.