—Open Starter @hidehillstart
Operation: House Party
“This has got to be the strangest fucking party I’ve ever been to,” Boyd drawled. “And I spent two months in Ibiza…” The atmosphere was like a bacchanal mixed with a wake, and the fancy dress added just a touch of Eyes Wide Shut to the equation. It felt like a high school party for adults, complete with the expectation the cops could barge in to bust it up at any moment. Boyd had found a quiet spot in the kitchen, and with the general lawlessness of the night had decided to light up near an open window.
Truthfully, Cynthia had no clue why she was here. She felt awfully out of place, far too old to be partying as if she were a high schooler again, yet things in town had been so morbid, she needed the distraction. It seemed like everyone there did too. Getting drunk was the perfect remedy for the strangeness that’d been encapsulating everyone in Hide Hill, which was why after downing a tequila shot, she moved straight onto scotch again. “Something feels so... off about it.” The redhead replied plainly, bringing her glass to her lips before taking a swig, her light eyes settling on the man by her side. “Two months in Ibiza? I’ve never been. But god, I feel so ancient here. I haven’t been to a house party since college.”
where: the jackson-wright residence.
who: @wellsjackson.
From the moment Cynthia found out her husband’s affairs, she was a wreck, calculating her every move and trying to pinpoint the right moment to tell him that she knew of his betrayal. There was no way she could keep it in any longer, she was about to burst, her tiny being was filled with so much anger that she could barely breathe. How could he do that to her? To them. He was the only relationship she’d ever had, they went through so much as a couple only for it to be thrown away for other women. She trusted him. But now? Not so much.
As she sat at the kitchen table, aimlessly picking at the dinner she’d made for the both of them. Another meal she ate alone while he was off doing god knows what. There was a sadness beneath the rage, a feeling that was once foreign to her. Was there something wrong with her? Was she not enough for him? She tried so hard to do romantic things even when the spark began to fade... dress up all pretty, nice dinners, only for him to come home late most nights. At that point, she was convinced his infidelity was a fault of her own, her self-esteem dwindling over a man she was so in love with once upon a time. Everything felt bleak now.
The sound of the front door opening captured her attention, her head raised from gazing at the half-full plate. “You’re finally home. I was expecting you back earlier.” She greeted plainly, any trace of warmth or excitement for his arrival was long gone.
What was meant to be a brief business lunch turned into staying behind for drinks, Cynthia was several glasses of wine deep into the afternoon, enjoying the feeling the liquor brought her, and god knew she needed it. Finding out her husband had been having affairs sent her into a spiral, she was engaging in riskier behaviour than she normally would, indulging in things such as fine wine and food more so in the past week. Society called it emotional eating and drinking, but the redhead called it her way to cope. As unhealthy as it was. She was truly distraught and the life she’d made with Wells was crumbling before her very eyes, something that she’d vaguely suspected for a little while, but to find out that he’d been unfaithful was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Sitting at the bar, a full wine glass in hand, her blue gaze scanned the vicinity for someone she might know. Anyone. She was up for a chat with just about everybody... all until she caught sight of her. Julia Escarra, the scantily clad woman in all the selfies and risqué texts she’d seen on her husband’s phone. Her heart just about dropped into the pit of her stomach, her blood beginning to boil. There was no way she couldn’t say anything. Her rage was prominent and she needed to get it out somehow. Plus, what kind of person just sleeps with another woman’s husband? In her opinion, it broke girl code to the very extreme.
“Well, look who we have here.” She began, her tone as cold as ice while she eyed the brunette up and down as if she were a hunter zeroing in on her prey. Confrontation wasn’t Cynthia’s style at all, but today... today she’d make an exception. It was really saying something when a woman who was usually the human embodiment of sunshine could turn in an instance. “What a pleasure it is to see you, Julia.”
To say Cynthia’s life had gone up in flames in recent months would be the understatement of the century. Finding out her husband had been unfaithful with multiple women shocked the redhead to her core, she was utterly heartbroken, unable to fathom just why he’d want to hurt her in that way. She once fancied the man as the love of her life, he was the father of her children, they were supposed to be each other’s soulmates, but clearly whatever they once had was gone. She had to accept it.
The only other person she knew she could truly confide in about the situation was Casey, an old friend from way back when, she was grateful they were able to reconnect and even just knowing she was going to see him provoked butterflies to whirl around in her stomach ━━ a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Tonight she was thrilled to be able to spend time with him, she arrived at the familiar home with pizza in tow, and the chance to be able to talk to him was much needed. She needed to get everything off her chest, to let out her disappointment and sadness... she trusted Casey so much and felt like he’d be the right person to tell.
“Are you sure you don’t mind me coming over?” The redhead asked as she placed the pizza box down on the counter, her soft blue eyes flickering to gaze over at him. God, he was so handsome. “It’s been the week from hell, if I’m being honest.”
“so it looks like i’ve just been stood up.” it wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last. in the past her older brothers had scared off a lot of her dating prospects. charlie gives a small smile and gestures toward the seat, “wanna join me for a drink or two? on me, of course. the company will make me look way less pathetic.”
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With everything going on in town, along with the problems in her marriage, Cynthia was in dire need of a strong drink and the opportunity to let her hair down a little. She scanned the bar in search of a seat before the voice of Charlie Jackson captured her attention, she offered her a smile as she sat down, her brow furrowing slightly upon hearing that she’d been stood up. “Oh, Charlie, I’m so sorry to hear that. They’re obviously not worth it.” She reassured, more than happy to join her sister-in-law for a drink as she was on her own too and could very much use the company. “I’d love to join you for a drink. I’ll have a scotch on the rocks. I’ll get the next round. How have you been?”
she rarely shared her thoughts on topics but the gossip of poor jade was just getting to her. leia didn’t know the woman well however she didn’t believe in talking ill of the dead. let the soul rest, she thought. eyeing the two old duo whisper not whisper as they exited the bakery. a gentle shake of her head as she eyed over to the table near her. “some should learn the phrase biting ones tongue.”
Getting her caffeine fix and her usual blueberry danish was Cynthia’s first stop before her next house showing. She sat quietly nibbling on the baked morsel, unable to help but overhear a pair of women engaging in gossip, it caused her to shake her head in disgust. How could people be so cruel? Especially after something so tragic happened to one of their own? The redhead didn’t understand it in the slightest, but was glad when a patron closest to her caught wind of the discussion too. “It’s incredibly unkind. People just seem to lack common respect these days.” Scrunching up her nose, she placed the danish down and turned to get a better look at the other woman. “I understand the general chatter of what’s going on, but to speak ill of Jade is so distasteful. She has a family, a daughter, people who love her. I know for a fact those gossipers wouldn’t appreciate people saying such cruel things about someone they love if god forbid it happened to them.” She was particularly emotional about the case. Jade Parker was her neighbor, someone she’d come to know while living at Hartley Avenue. “We were neighbors. Everything that’s happened, that’s happening now is just so scary. How are you holding up?”
✦ JESSICA CHASTAIN, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ CYNTHIA WRIGHT the FORTY-THREE year old has been in Hidehill for HER ENTIRE LIFE and was a NEIGHBOR to Jade Parker, the missing person . Whispers on the streets are that the REALTOR who lives in HARTLEY AVENUE. She is said to be COMPASSIONATE and SELF-CRITICAL but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { BUFFY, 26, AEST, SHE/HER. }
character inspo: anna brady (leap year), annie reed (sleepless in seattle) & charlotte york (sex & the city)
Born and raised in Hidehill, Cynthia Wright is the middle of three children. She’s always been close with both of her siblings. Their parents divorced when she was young, and the kids were then divided. Being older, Dawn and Cynthia chose to stay with their mom, while their younger sibling went with their father.
It was later found out that Mr. Wright had another family, which was a big scandal in their neighbourhood. Everyone in their building knew about it, treating it as if it was a plot twist in some trashy daytime soap opera. Cynthia didn’t quite understand what it all meant at the time because she was only 11, but she still resents her father for it. She hasn’t spoken to him in years.
Cynthia married young, straight out of college to the man she’d been dating since high school. She got pregnant at 22, giving birth to a daughter who is pretty much her mini-me. It wasn’t until 7 years ago that they welcomed their second child, another little girl, into their family. Things were happy... until they weren’t anymore.
In the last few months, she has found out that her husband has been unfaithful with several different women. She’s heartbroken, shattered that he could betray her like that. At the moment, she’s still with him, but only because she’s in the process of figuring out what to do next. She desperately doesn’t want her children to have a broken home the way she did, but she’s not happy anymore.
For the last 10 years, Cynthia has been on of the top realtors at Mirage Estate. She’s one of their most successful, and she adores her jobs and all its perks. She’s fantastic at what she does, and hopes to one day open her own estate agency, but right now she’s happy where she is.
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