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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙾𝚃.

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nevergettoheaven​:

lips pursed, annie nods, although she feels an anger underneath her skin at the thought of an eleven year old child’s parents losing patience with them for something such as miranda is describing. “could you give any examples of what she would say? after all, what some might consider strange is normal for others,” she tries to prompt, wanting to gain as much insight about the other missing girl and her family as possible. the stuffed animal is just another reminder of how young mercy was when she went missing, and the blonde’s face softens as she sees how tightly miranda holds the object that had meant so much to her daughter. annie takes it gently, and looks at miranda before offering a quiet, “thank you.” she knew how difficult it could be to allow others access to the few things you had left of a deceased loved one, especially when that individual was a stranger. taking a breath, annie closes her eyes, fingers running absentmindedly over the soft fabric, before she once more returns her gaze to miranda. “was there a significance to the month of june? a birthday?” she asks, trying to make sense of the message coming through. “i can see a cake. it’s a frog, a bit like the toy, actually.”

“I don’t remember, it was so long ago,” it was impossible to tell if it was true or not but there was something about Victoria that she didn’t want to speak on. “Victoria was just a wild child. We weren’t ready when the Van Leers came to town and she wasn’t ready when they wanted to leave,” she presses her lips together into a fond and wistful smile as if reminiscing on the memory of the girls. As Annie holds the toy, she maintains her attention, the smile still present, “Her birthday, June 17th,” a moment, “She never had a frog cake. Not here,” there’s a strange look somewhere between disbelief and deep thought. “I want to know where my daughter went. I need to know that she’s not in pain.” 

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nevergettoheaven​:

annie listens in interest, aware that their conversation is being recorded and even if she misses something now she’ll be able to listen to it once more, but giving miranda her full attention regardless. the family photographs around the room provide the perfect backdrop to miranda’s description of her daughter, and as annie glances at the young girl’s smiling face and hears her mother speak of how kind and thoughtful she was, she almost misses the way the woman filters off. “could you speak more about victoria not having had an easy time? are you talking about in school, at home?” she asks, trying to gain a better understanding of the situation as a whole. in what way was victoria difficult, and why did miranda seem hesitant to speak of her? the blonde nods, her gaze settled on the woman across from her. “it’s not always necessary, but i find it helpful to connect. is there anything she used frequently, or something that was important to her?”

Surprisingly compared to other members of the community, Miranda isn’t as closed off as she is skeptical. She’s distinctly well off but rather modest in the way she shows it and when she talks about Victoria, there’s no suspicion but a visible hint of sympathy. “To be honest, I don’t know all that much about it but there was something about that family. Victoria, the poor girl, she didn’t seem to know which way was up and her parents just didn’t have the patience for it... the things she would come out with were just...” she shrugs as she stands up, “Strange. Children can be strange sometimes though, can’t they?” It doesn’t seem to really be a question as she moves to stand and then opens a sideboard to pull out something wrapped in a blanket, unfolding it to produce a stuffed green frog which she holds tightly upon approach. “Victoria gave Mercy this on her 10th birthday and she would sleep with it, she took it away with her if she ever slept over at someone else’s house. She loved it and she didn’t even love frogs. She was just so happy to be thought of,” she relinquishes her grip as she hands it over to Annie. “It was important to her. That was how I new she hadn’t ran away. She would have came back for it. One of them would have.” 

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havntcd​:

Had she considered that? Yes but, in her opinion, living in denial was no way to live. How could he be content without knowing? Placing her pan down on top of her notebook, Hannah’s immediate defensive wall lowered a little bit. She didn’t have children, she didn’t know what he was going through but she could understand his perspective of the whole thing. “Mr. Winn, we don’t know if she’s dead or not but, if I’m being honest with you, there’s a big part of me that agrees.” Unless Kady was determined to never make contact with anyone ever again, it was hard for her to believe she was out there somewhere. “But this isn’t just about your daughter. If we were here for Kady, and Kady alone, I would respect your wishes and leave. Let it lay and never bring it up ever again. But that’s not the reality. We’re here because Trip and Peter are also missing and their families want answers.” They were hired to do a job and that’s what they were going to do. “And now that we’ve found out about the other two girls, there are even more reasons for someone to look into this.”

The torn end of the sugar tilts and pours out in a white little pile on the table in front of him, his gaze intensely focused on it as it comes to an end. “Trip and Peter, those boys,” there’s something dry and dark about the comment, a total disregard and half laugh seeming to be swallowed at the prospect of their names being brought into it. The mood shifts and he looks up at Hannah only briefly, “That boys Mother brought you here because she can’t accept the truth, that her son is gone forever but the rest of us just want to move on with our lives,” the chair screeches as he stands up abruptly and a few other customers visibly turn around recognising him and paying attention to the encounter. His voice is loud, “Even if by some chance my daughter wasn’t dead that first year then she certainly is now. She had a death sentence long before she disappeared. Don’t you think there’s a reason that I stopped looking? You people have no idea,” there is hate in his tone, a hint of genuine hurt, a passion that seems real. “My daughter is dead and you’re not to look for her. If you find her,” he hesitates, “I’ll never forgive you,” brisk as he turns and storms out, his car waiting outside with a middle aged red haired woman in the front seat. 

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havntcd​:

The sudden appearance of a middle-aged man ( that was being kind ) surprised Hannah, eyes narrowing as she tore her attention from her notebook and coffee to focus on him. “I believe in finding people who go missing. Something tells me you don’t….Mr. Winn, I presume?” She could see some familial resemblance in his features and Elena’s, it didn’t take much to leap to the conclusion that he was Kady’s father and he clearly wasn’t pleased. “We’re here to help, Mr. Winn, I’d think you’d want to find out what happened to your daughter.”

There’s a strange moment where he looks at her, his gaze intense and piercing and then he lets out a sigh that’s not quite deflated. “Come on,” it’s a blank statement and there is nothing more to it. The coffee remains untouched but there’s a certain methodological way in which he slowly tears the top of the sugar sachet and lines up the small containers of milk. “We both know that my daughter is dead. Have you considered that perhaps a missing daughter is better than a dead one? I know that you young people are obsessed with television and media, there’s meant to be some deep sense of inner peace from finding out your child is dead. Well, I don’t want it. I’m perfectly happy with the mystery of it all and my Elena believing that there’s some hope in high heaven that one day her sister is going to return home as good as new,” he finished with little emotion but his eyes give something away, a flicker of genuine sadness. “She is dead.” 

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nevergettoheaven​:

she really should have expected that it would come to this, but even so, sitting stiffly on a chair across from one of the missing children’s parents, annie was silently cursing whoever had arranged this. still, the woman across from her deserved the truth, and she respects the edge of suspicion in her voice. “i didn’t believe in it either. my family was never spiritual, never put much belief in things like that.” she shifts slightly in the chair before continuing. “i consider myself a psychic medium. i haven’t always been able to do what i can do now, and there’s a lot i’m still learning, but i appreciate you agreeing to meet with me. if there’s anything that i can do to help find out what happened to your daughter, i’d certainly like to try.” 

“I appreciate that.” A stern expression as she crosses her legs, hands atop her knees and a serious look in Annie’s direction. There are photographs of Mercedes still on the mantelpiece, family photographs of Miranda, her husband and daughter framed proudly and the later addition of an image of a young boy. Everything about her home seems ironed out and calm, a diamond ring adorns her ring finger which she thumbs thoughtfully. “My daughter was an amazing little girl. I know every parent says that but she really was... she was so kind, thoughtful and wanted to take care of everyone. She and that girl, Victoria, were best friends. Mercy just took her under her wing even if at times she was more difficult,” she filters off as if she doesn’t want to say too much although it’s unclear why. “I shouldn’t talk about that girl. She didn’t have an easy time either. It just never made sense to me that Mercy and Victoria would disappear, never mind together... she was always so careful,” a short silence. “Do you want to hold something that belongs to her? I have things, if that’s how this works.”

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a ‘chance meeting’ with kady’s father. @havntcd​

It was unclear what the intentions of Kady’s family really were when it came to her disappearance but her father had never been fond of the press. Much like the Van Leers, a conference with this man was never on the table. He does however make his way toward Hannah and sits down with intention, the coffee in his hand untouched. “I know who you are and I know what you’re doing. You come to this place that you know nothing about and you want to poke your nose into everyone’s business, digging around and believing that you know something or another. Don’t you believe in letting people have their peace?”

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the mother of mercedes brown agrees to meet with annie summers-rosenberg in a recorded session.

Miranda hadn’t left Westport, it wasn’t difficult to track her down. She had agreed to talk to Annie because she wanted to know whether she really would have something to say, the fact her daughter had been dredged back into things unexpected. Sitting on her couch, a neutral expression, “Are you really psychic?” she asks with a noticeable edge of suspicion that was possibly due. “I have never believed in any of this type of thing,” she gestures, an air of exasperation, “I suppose sometimes you don’t have anything left to lose by giving in to the idea of the impossible though.”

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cashwolff​:

Cash was actually sympathetic to her story, the strange longing for someone who was no longer there to be back and a promise of forever to actually exist. As fickle as he was, he was no stranger to the hopefulness that could be claimed and swept away at any moment although there had been more certainty when the person he loved had gone away forever, being impaled with a chandelier in front of thirty people not really something that left any unanswered questions other than, what the fuck? He takes the tube not really knowing what it was and feeling that now wasn’t the time to ask, he supposed it was something that someone else would have been able to identify but the concept was clear… he understood that Trip O’Brien had been suffering from some kind of condition and had been using this cream or whatever it was to stop it. It hadn’t been something he expected but his expression is just engaged as if he’s listening very carefully, touched with the ghost of warm sympathy and empathy. “I’ll make sure that we get to the bottom of this. We’re going to do everything we can to find Trip and bring him home,” don’t make any promises, just vague pledges. “I know it’s hard thinking there were things you should have said to someone but I think deep down he probably knew how much you loved him,” he reassures, his gaze lingering. Now was the moment for his closing question, a sense of security created but Cash trusted Vienna - he had done since before he met her. He slipped the question in easily without even a shift in tone, “Vienna, do you know why people thought you and Kady weren’t getting along? Someone said you were being unkind to her,” the phrasing is careful and it’s only in that exact moment that Cash wonders if it really was just the word of one mysterious person that created this entire rumour. 

Vienna looks around when Cash asks about Kady, her expression faultering. “Off the record?” her tone drops quieter so the audio recording might not pick it up. “I didn’t have a problem with Kady. She started it. She kept telling me that cell phones were going to rot my brain and like, give me a brain tumour or something. It was so weird,” Vienna looks convincing, her hands on her knees as she continues leaning in with a nervous look. “Yeah, I might have retaliated and called her a bitch one time but when I tried asking her if she was okay then she was totally weird and then everyone got it in their heads I was bullying her. I didn’t want to talk about a missing girl behind her back, how would that look? Telling people she was acting all loopy every time I was in a five mile radius?” and then she leans back on her palms against the bed, “Find out what happened to them, Cash. You have to go now, my parents are coming home soon and they are totally not good with this whole thing and me telling you all of this.”

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cashwolff​:

Cash was exceptionally good at acting whether it was personal, professional or just ridiculous but when Vienna walked through the door in her bright yellow prom dress then his eyes visibly lit up in return. Rising to his feet like a Dad who was seeing his daughter dressed up for the first time, “Wow, you look so good. I bet you and Trip would have been the hottest couple at Creek View High.” It was true that he was fawning, that he believed Vienna was being wrongly painted as a villain just for being popular and well liked, his ability to project his own insecurities and feelings onto others truly amazing and rather unparalleled. He didn’t find it strange how Vienna talked about Trip like he was still around or that her room was basically a shrine to a missing boy that she had dated as a teenager, on the contrary, he thought it was a perfect example of her innocence: that this was a sign of her true love and devotion. “I would absolutely love to hear all about you and Trip, how you met, your epic love story. Tell me everything right from the beginning all the way up until the bus crash,” he insists, still animated, “I want you to be America’s sweetheart in this version, just like you always should have been.”

     Vienna sat at the end of her bed and nodded, a moment of quiet. “We knew each other our whole lives. Most people in Westport did but Trip always stood up for me, he always liked me for who I was,” as if that wasn’t who she was anymore. “Trip asked me to be his girlfriend when we were twelve and we were going to be together forever. He didn’t just run away, I know he didn’t because he wouldn’t lie. He told me forever and he meant it,” events seem to take a sour turn as tears well in her eyes and she grasps the material of her dress to compose herself, breath stilted for a second. “I didn’t love trip because he was popular or because he was good looking or talented. Those things don’t last forever. I loved Trip for who he was... but there was something that I didn’t say... I just didn’t want to ruin everything for him if he showed back up... I just thought he would show back up like, that he’d just walk back into Westport one day and say that he still wanted forever with me...” she pauses and stands up, opening a drawer and taking out a tube of Voltaren which she hands to Cash. “Trip would stock up on this stuff. He’d carry it everywhere and I’d see him putting it on ten, twelve times a day... He thought that nobody noticed but I knew him better than anybody, I could tell that he was in pain. If anyone found out there was something going on with him then he might have been benched. He was seventeen, his whole life was about football. I know now... I should have told him that it didn’t matter to me... now I might never get the chance again.”

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@cashwolff​

vienna lane agrees to talk to cash wolff after he starts a convincing twitter hashtag about liberating her. this is one of two agreed interviews, audio recorded and available to all. vienna has given consent to being used in episode 1.

After accepting the invitation for interview, she had let the two members of the crew wait in her bedroom. Parading inside in her yellow prom dress, “This is it! Me and Trip were going to go in matching colours to prom. I’d picked out his tie and I was even convincing him to get a diamond earring. It was going to be so in,” now standing in the room with a smile of sheer joy on her face. “I’ve been saving it so when he comes home then we can still go to prom together. It’s 8 years that we’ve been together now,” she clasped her hands together as she gently nodded towards her shelf of pictures of her and Trip together, happy photographs in bright frames that ranged from childhood to before Trip’s disappearance. His football shirt was pinned across the wall like a flag and it was evident that Vienna had spent a considerable amount of time constructing her room to incorporate Trip. 

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jazzdreams​:

“Okay, yeah. That makes sense to me. Having a crush on the elusive older sister of your classmate, that makes sense.” Jazz wondered if it’d be rude of him to bring his notepad out to write everything down, hoping with everything that his memory was good enough to remember it all. Slowly the clues were beginning to make sense, but still some things left him wondering.    “The migraines did they start out of nowhere? Did Kady have a nasty fall before them?” he asked, wanting to know more. “Her research on the migraines it seems like she went in deep, but I’m curious. Her believing the conspiracies was that something that was normal for her? Or did she have new friends that had similar believes to hers?” Although he wasn’t one to talk, after all he followed dreams that felt like premonitions all over the country. “Ah, the cap. Well that’s one thing less to be curious about. Peter following her to make sure she was okay was a result of his crush on you, that creates a link.”

     “A fall? No... Nothing like that happened. She just started having them out of nowhere... she did see a doctor,” Elena trails off, a pensive expression on her face as if she’s trying to remember something. “She stopped hanging out with people as much, she’d just spend all her time at Earth Place doing the trails or at that old observatory. I’d follow her sometimes and she’d just be standing outside like she was searching for something.” Out of nowhere a loud beeping sound begins and Elena turns around to see a large black SUV with shaded windows. “Oh shit, that’s my Father. He’s going to be so mad, I’m meant to be sitting my Math final on Friday,” she winced before turning and running off.

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jazzdreams​:

Everything suddenly froze for a second as her words washed over him, body suddenly going cold. Taking in a deep breath to steady himself once more, empathy pouring out of him at the trust he was given. Hoping against all that he could do something for those kids and their family, at least to offer some closure to it all. Remember Jazz, don’t promise anything. “Of course, yes. Thank you for trusting your sister with me,” he exhaled, almost wishing they were actually sitting down. “Tell me everything. I’ll listen. I’ll listen to it all.” Suddenly he felt so responsible for the life of this girl he did not know, and one he realized he’d come to know now without even meeting her. “Moths?” he asked softly, “Moths and scared of her own shadow. No, I don’t believe any of those rumors.” 

    “This thing with Peter. They have it all wrong, they misreported what I said. It wasn’t Kady that Peter had a crush on, it was me. And I stupidly told him that after he graduated then I’d give him a chance. I was too embarrassed to say anything because I was heading to college and it was just some stupid crush,” Elena tells him, her voice shaking. “My sister was nice to Peter but the thing was, she was always so distracted. Everyone thinks that it was crazy that she didn’t have a cell phone but she was so obsessed with this whole electromagnetic wave thing. It started a year before she disappeared, she just suddenly had all these new theories that cell phones and internet, it was going to hurt her. She was getting these migraines and I guess she did some research on it and started thinking that the modern world was behind it. I don’t really know. She’d go on for hours about how phones were just human tracking devices and how she felt like people were watching her, that someone was out there and they were coming for her. We all laughed and thought it was funny, we thought she’s a little kooky but I guess it’s harmless. Then she disappeared and now I’ve spent three years wondering if she was telling the truth and there really was someone after her, that she wasn’t just paranoid. We let her go out there into the world without a phone, I let her go and I told Peter that if he kept his eye on Kady, just sat with her at the front of the bus that day then I’d give him a kiss on graduation day. He even let me keep his cap so I’d have to show up and keep my word.”

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jazzdreams​:

Jazz almost stopped on his tracks when he heard that, not surprised but still slightly cautious about what it could mean. “Oh, well this makes introductions a lot faster. You know who I am, and I know who you are. Would you like to go sit somewhere to talk?” he asked, looking around for a bench or something.

      She nods. “No. It’s fine.” Standing there in a stoic manner until a smile breaks out on her face. “I wanted to meet you because I wanted to make sure that... that you know who Kady was. Not the version of Kady that’s been constructed over all these years but who she really was. The first time around then our Father told us that we shouldn’t talk to the press but that didn’t find her. This could, couldn’t it?” she asks but doesn’t leave space for an answer. “I want you to know her how I did. I want you to carry around my Kady. The one who was obsessed with rosy maple moths and drew flowers in the corners of her notebooks. The girl that always did her homework on time and was scared of her own shadow. I know what people think about her, there’s been rumours for longer than I want to remember about her and those boys but none of them are true. I’m her sister. I know. She didn’t get pregnant or run off into the sunset, she just wasn’t like that.”

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INTERVIEW WITH ELENA WINN. 9TH MAY 2022. @jazzdreams​

elena granted permission for this interaction to be recorded but not to be shown during the airing of the episode. cast and crew are able to view this footage live or via recordings. filmed by @ludfreebrowsing​.

     Elena stood outside of Westport library, her gaze moving when she saw Jazz approach with a member of the crew. A pause as if she was considering walking in the opposite direction but she remains. “I follow you...” she says, “On social media. I recognised you on the promo.”