besides being a lifelong part of the town, shreya's gone to the memorial to cover it for the paper. she expected it would mostly be a puff piece with some in memoriam type parts to balance it, make it a respectful piece. but as soon as the veil drops, there's a gasp, and suddenly the piece isn't an article commemorating the town's losses. it's replaced with something darker, something hard to read and something even harder to write. "what the hell?" she murmurs, wide eyes flicking over the extra names, the names of people she knows, some of people she cares deeply about. when alara grabs her hand, shreya glances over, the realization that alara's own family is represented on the new list washing over her. "fuck. i... do you want to get out of here?" is what she asks, empathy bowling over the journalist inside of her.
LOCATION : the candlelit memorial , sometime around 5pm . open to everyone .
there was something so surreal about the things that were happening in red creek , for the first time the thoughts touching her in more than just a passing way . when she was younger , she had been so idealistic , protected by her parents and looking forwards to life . she thought now that maybe her eyes were opening little by little to what was really going on and how those losses must feel , empathetic heart bleeding more and more for those left behind . she isn't there for personal mourning but to think about the lives that have been lost , to consider the hole they left in the world and all their lives . then , the veil is pulled back and there's more writing than she remembers , a second for her brain to catch up to the foreign thing that is taking place ... she doesn't make a noise as others seem to have some kind of reaction . blink once . instinctually , she reaches out and grabs onto the hand of the person standing beside her , having came alone , separated initially from anyone . it is almost a knee jerk reaction but she doesn't let go , least of all trying to comprehend the presence of her sisters name . not a word spoken . fight , flight ... freeze .
"just respect me? damn. can't even throw a love in there?" cyrus teased, leaning against the kitchen counter and folding his arms across his chest, "you could have just put a few movies on, i wouldn't tell the missus they're going over their screentime for the day." he chuckled. he didn't particularly care about the screentime thing as long they were both still signed up for at least one extracurricular or sport. though, too much time on the ipad seemed like it would rot their brains. "you know i appreciate you watching them." he nodded at tori, "i'd like to think they're less of a handful than our little siblings were." and he was at times too, but cyrus had a knack for rewriting history and any of his own troubles no longer existed in his personal retelling. "they'll eat vegetables, don't you worry. they aren't allowed to get up from the table until they do." he grinned, "zeke sat there until almost nine once when we had brussel sprouts." then he sighed, nodding his head toward her mug, "do you have any decaf?"
LOCATION : cromwell house . TIME : six o'clock , dinner time . STATUS : closed for @chappcdlips !
ducking into the kitchen , tori let out the deep breath she had been holding since her niece and nephew had arrived that afternoon . time heals all wounds and apparently also rids you of the stamina it takes to handle two kids under the age of ten . her maternal instincts would probably never fade , honed to near perfection from before she could do basic algebra , but cy's kids were … well, cy's kids . which meant they were just like not him , not just in appearance . he used to get on her every nerve , probably more than their other siblings , and while the kids weren't quite at that level of aggravating yet , they were certainly climbing the ranks . a healthy dinner of her making , with all the necessary food groups accounted for sat before them in the dining room and she checked on the decidely unhealthy desert : cinnamon rolls absolutely smothered in icing . at the sound of the kitchen door swinging open , she turned to look at her brother , taking a sip of her jack - spiked cola in a mug . “ you're very lucky i respect you or else i would've sat them in front of some very colorful disney movies and that would've been the extent of my babysitting duties . ”
// ( spike fearn . cis man . he/him ) . ⸻ griffin talbot , a twenty-one year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for his whole life . the introvert is known for being attentive and timid and is often associated with notes scribbled in margins, not speaking unless spoken to, long walks with no destination . in a small town where they work as a cashier at red creek pharmacy word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted .
STATS
full name: griffin douglas talbot hometown: red creek, mi sexuality: bisexual birthday: june 30 zodiac: cancer sun, cancer moon, capricorn rising height: 5’9” languages spoken: english, some spanish marital status: single children: none traits: attentive, imaginative, independent, timid, oversensitive, evasive
BACKGROUND tw drowning mention, anxiety
the youngest of the talbot clan, griffin knew from a young age that his family was a Big Deal
when he was little he liked the attention, he was a rambunctious and loud child, always running around trying to keep up with his older siblings
this changed when he was 9; that summer, he was playing in a creek with some friends, he fell into a deep drop off and in a freak accident his foot got stuck in a sunken log and he was trapped beneath the surface for too long
his friends eventually freed him but he had lost consciousness and was rushed to the local hospital
he lived obvi, but the event left him traumatized and embarrassed and anxious all the time
he started to withdraw, wracked with fear and anxiety, to this day he has pretty horrible social anxiety and is afraid to go near water
he exceeded all expectations in school though, getting great grades and eventually getting into every college he applied to, including his dad’s alma mater, princeton
but he decided to stay local, commuting to school from red creek
he’s in school to become a pharmacist which is why he works at the pharmacy part-time; he isn’t exactly passionate about pharmacology (he’ll happily collect those nice checks someday though)
PERSONALITY & FUN FACTS
painfully shy, social anxiety beating his ass daily
much prefers to spend time alone or with very few close people
reads a lot (likes horror, thriller, mysteries, but HATES true crime), plays videos games (idk which ones, i don’t go there), watches a lot of movies (letterboxd top four: star wars episode i, wallace and gromit (were-rabbit ofc), the parent trap, snakes on a plane)
really into herpetology as a hobby and has a lizard, bearded dragon named wallace, and a snake, rainbow boa named gromit
always has a plastic baggy of yellow starburst on him (he only really likes the yellow ones but will eat a different flavor if it’s offered by someone else)
has so many pairs of socks that he just keeps them in a large cardboard box in the corner of his closet
has never been in a relationship, is incredibly scared to do so and would not know where to begin
but definitely has a number of crushes and a tier system for them
writes shitty poetry and short stories for fun in a notebook he always carries around with his starburst baggy
in typical baby brother fashion, thinks his older siblings are the coolest people alive
a really good listener, he is observant and notices everything, so even though he’s probably not talking a lot he’s absorbing everything you’re saying
hates the prominence of his family name these days, would rather live anonymously as some local nobody than be in the spotlight
has had problems w insomnia since the incident at the creek, but he’s kinda okay with it bc more time to read and fall down a wikipedia hole or just go on a long ambling walk to nowhere
big into tea, never drinks coffee
sweet and very sensitive, like okay water sign
incredibly caring towards those he loves
character inspo: jughead (riverdale), fez (that 70s show), ferb (really a ferb sun, baljeet moon) (phineas and ferb), quentin (the magicians), marcus (the bear)
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written in October 1920, featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Vol.2, 1920-1924
for? JUNE ( @bittenmoths ) where? outside white pine auto garage
"if i get my car serviced here, are you gonna cut the brakes?" fawn teases when she spots june. she's smoking a cigarette and leaning against the hood of her car — a red 2008 buick lacrosse that she bought off a guy on craigslist over in traverse city. and as much as she's tried to fix the problem herself, she is not that kind of lesbian. and as much as she's not overly confident in june's skills to fix her car, there are other employees and she assumes they were hired for a reason. she's never really bothered to ask. she doesn't know what june actually does there, really. fawn crushes her cigarette under her boot and stands up straight, eyes flicking over the other liao, "i took all the valuables out. can never be too careful." and, honestly, if fawn were in her shoes, she would immediately check the console and the glove compartment for something good. fawn knows that part of her runs in their genes. like blue eyes or the potential to have a widow's peak. there's some metaphor or joke about how the apple's rotten right to the core, but that's not really fawn's style.
the pinch grabs his attention and he glances over, eyes meeting piper's for just a split second before she heads off. without words he knows and he follows. just like he has since he was a kid, followed behind his older siblings. anywhere. off a cliff if that's what piper told him was cool. "you okay?" griffin asks as they get outside, pulling at the sleeves of his too-short jacket. it's a dumb question because he knows nothing is okay and he felt that same way she did in there, the grief and sadness weighing on everyone, making it hard to even think straight. "some of the flowers in there are dying already. they should've caught that. the bereavement committee people or whatever."
🗝️ dedicated to griffin talbot / @chappcdlips . 📍 redemption chappell ( kirby's funeral service ) .
the one place that should feel safe merely laces piper's very bones with discomfort. the emotions of funeral attendees loom over their heads; a cloud of gloom that is almost palpable, a fog so heavy that it suffocates— she stands suddenly. there are surely only minutes to spare before a sermon begins & being here feels impossible. fingers pinch at the fabric of griffin's shirt, then withdraw like she's been scorched. it's irresponsible to pull him away from their family mourning, but it's also a silent plea— walk out with me. don't make me leave alone. she blinks down at him, then spins on her heel.