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being a scientist, bruce had been working his ass off since the accident. he’s on the very front line of the catastrophe, the head of one of the research teams; to get answers to the family of those who passed away, to try and calm down the town, to make sure the rest of them are safe. it’s been only a few days of it, and they’ve only got more and more questions. arriving at the bar, he throws himself in one of the bar stools, planning on forgetting the pain with alcohol.
the questions wouldn’t stop being directed towards him . yeah , okay , he was vocal about his love with fire , death & torture but that didn’t mean everything that happened was due to him . the church ? yeah , yeah he would admit to that because there was at least a fire to enjoy afterwards . blowing out the air from his cheeks , he looked at the other across from him . ‘‘ what ? it wasn’t me ! not this time . look at the mess it left ! whoever did it didn’t think it through , i might have fucked up on the stop signs but i wouldn’t mess around with something like that . ’’ amateurs .
LOCAL UPDATE ;
big thanks to all those who had lent a helping hand towards putting siren’s bar & mermaid inn back in action . the inn is working towards a soft opening , allowing those to come back to work full time , making sure things are back in order before it can begin taking customers again .
siren’s bar is still under contruction after the top half had caved in during the lockdown . despite the damages , they have gotten the permit to re - open for their patio ! chairs & staff are here to welcome you along the streets & around the back of the bar . drinks are only bottled & mixed as drought is still to be hooked up once again . siren’s bar is happy to welcome you to their own soft opening while construction still happens . they are open with new hours of monday to saturday , noon - ten pm . we’re happy to get these places back in action !
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“ it’s just awful what happened. ” she’s not the first person to engage in conversation about the recent tragedy at the mines. but her concern is genuine, her heart aching for all those affected by the explosion. babydoll frowns just thinking of the causalities. “ do you think they’ll be okay ? i can’t imagine how hard it must be for them and their families. ”
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Twin City was in disarray. Ever since the mine explosion, most wanted to figure out what was happening or even help the injured if possible, but none of that mattered to Theo. In fact, Theo didn’t see how becoming involved would benefit him. He wanted to stay alive and under the radar for now, which meant staying out of it. However, it was undeniably amusing seeing the fear feed off of so many residents. Fear that a lot of time unleashes demons who live within a person, though under normal reactance they’d be afraid to show.
With the morning sun peeking through the lateral windshield, Theo’s eyes flickered with a fatigued breath of air parting from his lips. His body laid stretched out in the back of his truck, as his head was rested on a small pile of clothes. Hearing a light tap against the windshield, the chimera eyes squinted slightly as they slid open. Theo slowly lifted his body up, with a groggy gaze in his eyes. To his surprise, he noted the frame of someone’s body glancing at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me” He mumbled under his breath. After slight reluctance, Theo rolled down the window, giving out an annoyed glance.
“What” He snapped.
catelyn didn’t know what was happening; she has been waking up with her stomach burning in pain, and a heartbeat pounding on her ears. taking a quick shower or laying into one of the town’s river usually fixed, and so she was, on that bleak morning, sitting on the tall grass in a old structured dress that had turned into a sleeping robe, soaked wet from her red braids to her pale legs. “ oh, my sweetheart. why is this happening ? ” hand on her barely apparent belly, she whispered to her dearest about the latest tragedy that hit twinrivers.
