mabel-walsh

[mabel-walsh]

Oh hello, my name is Mabel, but call me Mae, please. I lost my mother to childbirth when I was very young and was forced to mold myself into an exact replica of her "angelic demeanor". I was sent to a finishing school when I was 14 and spent two years there without any contact with my family. I've never had much luck with love and am married to an unpleasant (though that is an understatement) man after struggling through the war. I brought skittles, Jemmy likes them.

Ooc//I saw this and wanted to do this too

Trauma candy salad!

Hi I'm Freddie and I was raised very harshly by my maternal grandparents until I was 10 and I brought classic Haribos :D

@cathy-joseph-hayes @the-real-joseph-hayes @mabel-walsh @henry-reed @eleison-difiori @c-hendrixx @frenchguysoldier @william-laurens @thatirishnurse @dieechteanna @adele-antos @thoseitaliansiblings

[mabel-walsh]

ooc- they stole it

[mabel-walsh]

You all have an awful amount of anger towards me, don't you.

[mabel-walsh]

Shoo.

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

[mabel-walsh]

Go be mad at someone else, foreigner. She never mentioned any nieces.

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

[mabel-walsh]

Hey. We don't have problems, I don't know you.

My wife chose her own fate, may her damned soul rest in peace.

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

[mabel-walsh]

Man expects me to read allat.

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

[mabel-walsh]

you're a horrible man

Slip on a pile of shit.

[mabel-walsh]

So this is what my wife meant by "the tumbler"

[mabel-walsh]

perhaps I should eat

[mabel-walsh]

"Not at all, and worry not, Carol still sleeps soundly. Are you well?"

She gestures to the chair beside her.

"May I?"

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

[mabel-walsh]

The shuffle of footsteps approaches, a distinctive limp in their rhythm. They shared a room, perhaps it wasn't uncommon for her to be curious as to why her roommate were missing.

Midnight. Kenneth farmhouse, the kitchen.

One Claudia Eleison, the latest resident of the farm, stood leaning back on a counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. (The bottle was her's.) A small candle and the moonlight illuminated the scene.

A sigh.

She didn't believe anyone was awake, not at this hour. So Once this was done, she would just return to her shared room without having disturbed anyone . Or so she thought.

@thatoneschot @mabel-walsh @the-real-joseph-hayes

[mabel-walsh]

She makes her way down the hallway, words falling on closed ears.

Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]

[mabel-walsh]

"If were your sister you'd be written down on my father's will."

She snaps, not meaning anything, just wanting to hurt.

Mabel stands abruptly,

"I'll check on the children."

Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]

[mabel-walsh]

"You really think it's that easy? Accuse him of using too much force because that is one of the only reasons a woman can get a divorce?"

Her voice cracks, she takes a breath.

"You'd have a bloody good laughing show if I, an uneducated woman tried to get a divorce in court."

She pauses, then throws up her hands, jostling the baby.

"So there! Let him yell! Let him smash glass bottles and hit and try to scare me. There's no way out. And I'm not putting the children through that."

And what he knew, she couldn't leave without him spilling what he knew to newspapers and authorities and God forbid the law.

Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]

[mabel-walsh]

"Oh he just.. you know. Yells and such."

Yell he did, oh he definitely did yell. Among other things.

Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]

[mabel-walsh]

She smiles at the praise.

"Honestly, it's a blessing the little Frederick turned out to be so responsible, it helps."

Her manner sobers, slumps.

"I just wish my husband would help around instead of scaring them."

And me. She adds silently to herself.

Mabel stands by the door, little Jemmy's wrist clasped firmly in her hand, lest he run off. She looks tired, so tired. And drained. Her posture straight but still exuding an air of weariness. Exhausted.

Yet that doesn't mean she is not looking forward to seeing an old friend.

@thatoneschot :]