redcreeksavannah

[redcreeksavannah]

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I am not on the hunt for anything specific," Savannah nods her head at the other, cold hands shoved in the pockets of her coat. It was become almost too frigid in the small Michigan town to be going out this late for errands. But, she needed to pick up a few supplies at the hardware store for some homemade presents. Suddenly feeling crafty, she couldn't exactly trust ordering anything online to arrive in a timely enough manner to complete everything. "It does seem like everything and their fuckin' mom is needing to get shit before Christmas, not sure the hardware store...or really any stores can keep up."

LOCATION : red creek hardware store TIME : 6 p.m. WITH : OPEN ( capping at 0 / 5 replies )

jihoon  flicks  his  lighter  ,  the  flame  trembling  against  the  bitter  cold  as  he  lights  the  cigarette  dangling  from  his  lips  with  a  hand  stuffed  in  his  coat  pocket  .  he  hates  the  sharp  burn  of  smoke  in  his  lungs  almost  as  much  as  he  hates  the  winter  air  biting  at  his  face  ,  but  it’s  either  this  or  stew  inside  the  hardware  store  ,  staring  at  a  selection  of  couches  so  tasteless  they  feel  like  a  personal  affront  .  he  exhales  a  thin  stream  of  smoke  ,  watching  it  curl  and  disappear  before  his  gaze  shifts  to  someone  walking  toward  the  entrance.  he  watches  them  hesitate  ,  hand  hovering  near  the  door  handle  .  “  don’t  bother  ,  ”  he  says  with  a  light  snort  .  “  unless  you’re  in  the  market  for  buyer’s  remorse  .  ”

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Savannah snickers at Damon's expressive ghost face impression, shaking her head in response. "I did think of possibly being Tatum from the first movie, but decided on something a little more....bloody," she spoke out, making her remember how much of a pain it was to get the fake blood out from her hair and skin the days following Halloween. "I was actually a zombie cheerleader. I wore one of my old cheerleading uniforms from high school, maybe a little basic but I got a few compliments while out trick or treating," she adds on. "What were you dressed up as?"

eyes flicker from their phone, brows furrowing a bit. " scary and spooky makes me think of xenomorph or the freak from 'it'. if you were ghost face, i'll be devastated i didn't get to reenact the ... " the hand grasping their phone and the free one rise to their cheeks, voice pitched a bit. " NO, don't kill me mr. ghostface! i wanna be in the sequel ... " laughs almost instantly at themselves, batting the air in savannah's direction with his phone. maybe that's a bit too on the nose, crude and basic with the small town gossip stereotype. oh well, not like it didn't go through everyone elses mind. its easier to talk about this than their fucking embarrassment. wound buried beneath its mountain of salt. sugar poured into on top. a little salty, a little sweet. no, it's something bitter— " i'm yammering. lay it on me. maybe i'll spout some ideas for you next year. long as a meteor doesn't hit, add some extraterrestrial spooky shit to this creek. "

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"You know what would be even better than an ugly sweater? A reindeer or elf costume," Savannah suggested, the mental image of her bandmates in a festive get-up was enough to make her chuckle too. "I mean, I know it would be different than our usual sound but it can't hurt trying something new....even just for a night? That's the beauty of being a musician, experimenting and not staying in a box," she suggested. "Plus, everybody has a holiday song now of day's, not sure why the band hasn't released one yet."

〔　🦢　〕　　﹕　　𝗷𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗲  𝘀𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀,  𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸  𝗶𝗻  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁  𝗮𝘀  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀  𝗮  𝘀𝗶𝗽  𝗼𝗳  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲.  “  sorry,  i  just  imagined  finch  in  an  ugly  christmas  sweater.  ”   she  makes  a  mental  note  to  get  him  one,  ,  if  not  only  to  get  his  reaction,  the  scratchy  kind  her  grandmother  would  always  gift  her  around  the  holidays  despite  her  pleas  to  her  father  to  get  her  to  stop.  “  mmm,  maybe?  feels  kind  of  different  to  the  sound  we've  already  established,  though.  most  christmas  songs  aren't  exactly  giving  4am,  if  you  get  what  i  mean,  ”   she  remarks.  “  but  we  could  try  if  you  really  want  it,  pull  a  pop  goes  punk  or  whatever  and  put  our  own  spin  on  things.  how  does  that  sound?  ”

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Savannah was in the midst of running some afternoon errands, in desperate need of a pack of cigarettes and some other items from the pharmacy. Making her way up to the front counter, she offers a friendly smile towards the cashier who seemed more interested in their book than anything else. But, she understood the feeling. Slow shifts were killer and sometimes you need something to pass the time that didn't involve doom scrolling on your phone. Getting lost in a fictional world seemed like a much better option.

"Oh, hi," she spoke. "I'm just here to pick up a prescription and get a few things," she admits. She glances down towards the book again, curious to what they had been reading. "What are you reading? I've been in a little bit of a reading slump, it's been hard to find anything decent."

for? OPEN where? the pharmacy

he doesn't look up as the door swings open with another customer, keeping his gaze trained on the open book in front of him – it's shirley jackson's hangsaman. he does, though, call out (less of a call and more of something about a decibel louder than a mumble), "we're, uh... there's a two-for-one deal on gauze and band-aids right now." and the only reason he says anything at all is because it's allegedly his job to upsell. today's bogo deal seems a little too on the nose, though, considering the town's latest events, but griffin didn't come up with the sale. he just rings it up. he makes a quick, barely legible note in the margin with his fading black pen and flips the page, hoping whoever just came in doesn't need to know where anything is. or worse, want to exchange small talk with him.

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The next comment is almost enough for Savannah to roll her eyes or bite back. Living in Redcreek had increased her confidence a bit over the years. She didn't have any sort of backbone when she was still living under her parents roof in Kentucky. She was always meek, always biting her lip and keeping her head low. While Pandora's remarks are snarky, she continues to try to not give in. Giving her customer the silent treatment, reaching into the case and plucking each one of the items for them. Placing them into a small baggie, she offers a thin slipped smile. "Here you go, it'll be $8.00 even. If you're feeling the holiday cheer, you can tip the pretty girl over here," she replies in a sarcastic manner, pointing to the tip jar that had a red bow tied around it.

it's  a  little  game  that  pandora  likes  to  play  at  the  worst  of  times  -  see  what  makes  others  tick,  what  makes  them  grovel,  what  makes  them  snap;  and  she's  half  -  impressed  with  savannah's  inability  to  cave  in.  a  shame,  really.  she  wants  another  quick  outburst,  a  pulse  of  vein  against  forehead  -  but  pand  can  only  keep  herself  entertained  for  so  long.  with  a  click  of  tongue  against  the  roof  of  her  mouth,  she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side,  as  if  contemplating  pastries  -  curls  brushing  off  her  shoulders.  "hm.  fresh  daily,  really?  do  you  bake  them  yourself  or  are  you  just  the  pretty  girl  they  put  up  front  to  upsell?"  her  arms  cross  over  themselves,  hand  tucking  beneath  her  chin.  "i'll  take  one  of  each.  the  coffee  crumble,  strawberry  danish,  every  variant  of  croissant  -  everything  in  the  case,  really.  no  worries  on  the  coffee,  though!  we  press  our  own  -  it's  a  surefire  way  to  insure  quality."

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Savannah needed some time to kill before the band's set and thankfully, her initiating the conversation wasn't totally shut off. She wasn't always good at starting them, liquid courage helping her open up a bit more though.

"Yeah, I heard about it all. Small town, gossip tends to spread like wildfire," she spoke. Not trying to pour any salts in potential wounds by bringing up the events of Halloween, she tries her best at pivoting the topic a bit. "No, I wasn't really going as basic this year," she joked with Damon. "You're too cold on the guess. Think something more scary and spooky. Do I strike you as the princess type?"

damon had purposely seated himself at the bar during its slow hours. typical hangout for the slower afternoons. the doordash notifications were dry as a fucking desert, even for the miles long drives. the phone sits just out of reach, their fingers tapping to the tune of the music without a second thought. savannah speaks and it has damon humming out of tune to the beat - music never their strong suit despite the creative heart. rhythms lost to their racing thoughts, but they could still enjoy it. cheek rests against his palm, lips pursing as he considers his reply.

" probably a good thing you weren't there. " briefly thinks back to the collateral damage. a bottle they'd had to pay for, selin in particular being in the middle of it ... fuuuuuuuck they wish they were drunk enough that night to wipe it from their memory. regardless of this, he laughs something low from the chest. " i won't judge you, thirty and flirty is still a thing who cares about trick or treating ... wait, no. scratch that. as long as you were dressed up as something cool i'll let it slide. lemme guess. " this, a good conversation to distract from the lingering weight on their chest. fingers drum a bit faster against his phone screen. " actually, this is just as basic. tinkerbell? no, no, princess daisy? "

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"That might just apply to like, stadium or arena shows in super big cities? I've only been to super tiny concerts in the middle of nowhere Kentucky so maybe my opinion isn't totally valid," she lets out a sigh. There was nothing that Savannah craved more than to have the opportunity to move to a bigger city and experience more of a wider music scene. Whether it be LA or New York, she could only imagine how much she'd adore it. "I am the drummer at redstone, yes! If you come to our next show, maybe I'll feel generous and throw a drumstick to you," she jokes.

as  her  smile  cracks  open,  all  sunny  -  side,  rafael  can't  help  but  widen  his,  too.  it's  easier,  like  this,  to  smile  when  others  do;  comes  more  naturally.  it  lifts  a  small  amount  of  weight  off  his  shoulders;  eases  him.  "yeah,  well  -"  another  small  shrug,  "-  no,  i  think  i,  uh  -  agree  with  you.  i  think  it's  just  a  lot  of  the  younger  generation  not  being  raised  with  the  same  concert  etiquettes.  big  focus  on  -  videoing  the  experience,  rather  than,  like,  feeling  it  -  y'know?  they'll  -  find  their  way,  eventually.  learn  as  they  grow.  everyone  does,  i  think."  he  can  only  try,  really,  to  learn  from  the  things  he's  done.  "oh,  yeah,  right  -  you're  part  of  the  band  at  redstone's,  yeah?  i've  seen  you  guys  a  coupla'  times,  m'friends  with,  uh  -  finch.  you  guys  do  some  great  stuff."

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"I think it has it's pro's and cons, honestly. My mom owned a bakery when I was living in Kentucky so baking has always been sort of it in my blood and a source of comfort? I had never really thought about selling any of my goodies, but I might consider it? I do always like to make little goodie tins for the holidays as a homemade gift," she explained. Savannah didn't often find herself bringing up her family or life prior to Redcreek much. There weren't too many fond memories of her childhood but some bits and pieces of it she could look back on as a good thing.

"Cosmic witch? Sounds fuckin' wicked, do you have any pics of your costume?" She asked the other, trying to imagine her getup, a rather creative idea. "Oh no, I was out and about in town actually. I went as a zombie cheerleader. Did you catch the party or trick or treating at all?"

lela takes the joint, exhaling a small laugh. "stress baking sounds dangerous. like, one minute you're trying to chill, and the next you've got 20 cupcakes staring at you, judging your life choices," she teases, giving savannah a playful nudge. "if you bake too much, you could always sell the things that you make for some extra cash. everyone loves a good homemade treat."

she leans back, taking a slow hit before passing it back. "halloween? oh, I went all out. sressed up as a cosmic witch—glitter, stars, the whole deal. basically, I looked like a walking galaxy. what about you? did you do anything fun, or were you stress-baking ghost cookies?"

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Seated at the bar enjoying a round before the band was set to perform, the drummer can't help but overhear the individual whom was a few seats down from her. There wasn't much of a crowd at this point in the evening yet, other nights being busier in the past. Maybe people just weren't in the mood to drink or hear live music? It's not like there was anything worth celebrating as of late. Savannah wouldn't really blame it if there was more of a crappy turnout for tonight's gig. But, part of her secretly hoped the band wouldn't have to perform for less than their usual number of audience.

Taking a sip from her beer, she offered Damon a sympathetic glance. "If it makes you feel any better, I wasn't there to see the fight. I was too busy trying to score the good candy," she lets out a small giggle. "If you don't give me shit for being almost thirty trick or treating, I won't give you shit for being here."

FOR : OPEN! LOCATION : redstone bar . TIMESTAMP : 8:45pm .

" yeah, yeah ... i know not a good look for me to be here. " snorts over his drink. a singular beer bottle in their hand the first and only one. damon wasn't trying to have a repeat of the other week or make someone nervous around him. its been on his mind recently. 'great job, damon, not only are you a known face, but now you're known as the guy that started a fight on murder night!' whatever. it wasn't the headline of the register in the whodunit column, so at least they don't have to worry about that. fingers twirl the bottle into a little spin, liquid spinning in the bottle. " gotta save my face somehow, eh? promise i ain't any trouble ... here at least. "

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Savannah's elderly neighbor door the street from her was in desperate need of getting her laundry done and truthfully, so did she. So, Sav decided to kill two birds with one stone and offer to pick up her neighbor's laundry for her to take for her laundromat outing. Having her own in-unit washer and dryer would be a dream, but she needed to save up for a good deal on one.

Taking a trip to silver coin wasn't all that bad, it gave her an excuse to see familiar faces and jam out in her car on the way there. Trying to find some of the positives was something that young woman liked to consider a positive of her's. She was about to start on her second load of the afternoon when she was approached for a quarter.

"Oh! Uh, yes. I think I have a few left," she speaks, reaching into her cluttered bookbag, knowing she had some change hidden at the bottom. Digging through it for a few moments, her hands reach out to give the other two quarters. "You don't owe me anything, don't worry about it. Maybe like, pass it on or whatever? This town could use some good energy right now."

[  open  starter  ;  starring  ...  jubilee  jackson  ] [  setting  ;  silver coin laundromat  ]

it's  very  rare  for  jubilee  to  not  have  at  least  a  soft  smile  on  their  face.  their  name  is  literally  jubilee.  they're  a  walking  ray  of  sunshine  for  the  most  part.

at  the  moment,  she's  pissed.  her  brows  knit  together,  and  a  scowl  on  her  face  as  her  manicured  nails  pluck  out  the  silver  coins  in  her  light  washed  jeans  pocket.  arguably,  jubilee  hasn't  carried  cash,  let  alone  coins,  for  what  feels  like  years  at  this  point.  in  their  defense,  they  never  thought  the  washer  and  dryer  they  got  off  facebook  marketplace  three  years  ago  would  suddenly  die  on  them  and  they'd  be  forced  to  go  to  a  laundromat.

she  counts  the  coins  softly  to  herself,  taking  a  deep  breath  when  it  hits  her;  she's  a  single  quarter  short.  jubilee  scratches  the  back  of  her  neck  as  she  looks  down  at  the  basket  of  clothes  near  her  boots,  contemplating  washing  them  in  her  sink  just  for  a  moment  before  looking  up  and  around.

"hey  friend,"  jubilee  sings  at  the  other  patron  in  the  laundromat,  giving  them  a  charming  smile  and  raise  of  her  thick  brows.  "you  got  a  quarter  i  could  barrow?  i'll  pay  you  back  with  interest.  pinky  promise."

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"Maybe I need a new hobby or something. I usually find myself stress baking in times like this, but I only have so much room in my kitchen for new recipes," she sighs. Savannah was a pretty crafty individual, so she almost considered picking back up her knitting or jewelry making as a distraction. Plus, it could put a little extra cash in her pocket to buy gifts for others.

"But yeah, thanks again for this," she adds on, taking another quick puff of the joint before handing it back to Lela. "Did you at least have fun during Halloween though? Dress up as anything good?"

the girl glances over at savannah, her eyes softening. "i get that," she says quietly, her voice carrying a certain weight. "sometimes keeping busy feels like the right move, but it can just wear you out more, you know?" she leans back against the bench, drawing her knees up to her chest. "i’m guessing the whole work thing isn't really filling whatever void you're trying to avoid. it’s tough when you’re stuck in your head like that." she lets a sigh escape as she looked up at the sky. "maybe this is the right kind of distraction for now, though. just… let the day be what it is. this has been the only thing really getting me through the day anymore especially with whatever is going on in this town."

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It was late, honestly probably too late than Savannah had been used to staying up. She was prone to going to bed at a reasonable hour due to needing to be up at the crack of dawn for prep at the bakery. But, she found herself with two days off in a row which meant finding a new show to binge and needing proper snacks for the ocassion.

Craving stovetop popcorn with mini m&m's mixed in, she grabbed everything she needed (among other things) at the store. Mini shopping cart almost filled to the brim as she checks out. Sav was about to head towards the exit when her gaze settles on on the wanted poster.

"I guess I never really looked at it till now," she admitted. "Do you not think the eyes have like, that off look about them? The one's you hear about in those true crime podcasts?"

[  open  starter  ;  starring  ...  noah  li  ] [  setting  ;  the amrak grocery  store  ]

it's  late.  it's  what  noah  calls  the  dead  hour  where  there's  either  no  one  in  the  store  or  a  singular  shopper  wondering  around  the  chips  aisle.  either  way,  noah  doesn't  do  a  lot  at  this  hour.  she  either  starts  turning  the  soup  cans  around  to  mess  with  customers  or  reads  one  of  the  national  geographics  they  have  in  the  magazine  racks.

"do  you  think  he  got  to  pick  what  picture  they  put  on  the  wanted  poster?"  noah  asks  as  her  sharp  hazel  eyes  squint  at  the  piece  of  paper  pinned  to  the  bulletin  board  near  the  entrance.  noah's  only  ever  seen  it  littered  with  missing  person's  posters  or  job  offerings.  a  wanted  poster  is  new.  exciting,  in  noah's  opinion,  but  they  don't  say  that.

noah  tilts  their  head,  letting  out  a  curious  sound  through  pursed  lips.

"i  don't  think  he's  the  killer.  look  at  his  gaze,"  her  scarred  hand  motions  in  a  circle  around  the  piece  of  paper,  "too  sad.  not  the  eyes  of  a  killer,  if  you  ask  me."

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"Okay, here me out Josie," Savannah speaks to her bandmate, finishing off her the last bits of her cookie and going to reach for her cup that held her peppermint mocha hot chocolate. "What about a Christmas themed set at the Redstone? Like just all holiday covers, we could even take requests from the audience? Maybe we can even wear matching outfits, ugly sweaters?" She is now raddling off ideas that have been brewing in her head. This was her favorite time of year and despite all the craziness that has been going on in town, she wanted to try to plan something special.

( Closed starter for @enternights / Josephine ! )