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iggy had plenty of time before the band was supposed to play, so he was able to kill time partying with the rest of the locals. he still felt like an outsider, and for all he knew, probably would for the rest of his time here. but iggy knew how to shoot pool. he had been waiting for someone like tommy to come around. tossing his head back and forth, " you talk mad shit dude , but you're not getting to me , " iggy tipped the shot glass back, before picking up his cue, a friendly tap to his opponent's own cue before scanning the table for his next move. with a wicked grin, " next round is fully gonna be on you ," he chuckled before lining up his shot.

📍 redstone bar. 🕰️ november tenth, 8:32pm. 🔒 open to three replies.

「 ✏️ 」 the   redstone was   alive   tonight,   lights   casting   a   low   glow   over   a   room   thick   with   laughter,   old   rock   tunes,   and   the   clink   of   pool   balls.   tommy   leans   against   the   edge   of   the   table,   his   pool   cue   balancing   in   one   hand,   a   half-smile   lingering   on   his   face   as   he   looks   over   at   his   opponent.   " y'know, "   he   starts,   only   pausing   to   take   a   sip   from   his   pint.   " i   reckon   you   got   a   good   shot   —   if   you   don’t   let   the   nerves   get   to   you. "   he   nods   toward   the   corner   pocket,   gaze   flickering   there   like   he   could   see   the   outcome   already.   " course,   that   bank   shot   ain’t   easy.   not   that   i’m   tryna   psych   you   out   or   anything, "   he   adds,   feigning   innocence   as   he   chalks   the   tip   of   his   cue.   " but   you could   throw   the   whole   game. "

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iggy shrugged his shoulders, " nah this place gotta be on some cursed lands, haunted by demon witches or something ," leaning into the booth, taking up his entire side with his feet kicked up, " and you can trust me i've met like three demon witches in my life ," the brunette took a swig of his hot chocolate, " but who knows, you might also got the mark too ,"

open to : any location : dolly's dinner when : sometime after halloween

" i thought it was me that was cursed but -- " she's muttering under her breath, only becoming louder for the next part, " i'm starting to think it's this town that's cursed. " willow had chosen to spend halloween in new york with some college friends. she wasn't anticipating coming back into town to find a beloved babysitter murdered. not that she cared for the girl, the liao's never had the luxury of her services.

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fletch was in the bar more often than he wasn't. especially since halloween. it was comforting that it seemed like the rest of the town had the same idea. blue eyes scanned the crowd, noting all the familiar faces. he didn't realize he was just standing there till emilia called him over. he smiled as he took the seat offered to him, " if you don't mind ," he looked away for a moment to the bartender, " whiskey ," before he turned back to her, eyebrow lifted, " you know most people here start drinking alone, it's not too bad ," he joked.

date : november first, around 9pm

location : redstone bar

for : open starter

" THIS SEAT'S OPEN, " she calls to someone, after taking a few heartbeats to watch the person standing struggle with finding a place at the bar to sit. the pub was surprisingly busy considering the news ; when emilia had headed towards the redstone bar after her shift at the diner, she thought for sure she'd be the only one here. as it was, she wasn't sure why she had to work a diner shift today anyway—shouldn't the murder of a townsperson, i don't know, mean some kind of town-wide day off ? but it was for the best, because if the diner closed, then the bar surely would be... and right now the only thing keeping her sane was the drink in her hand. her second of the past forty or so minutes. knocking the remains of her drink back, she motions to call over a bartender. " c'mon, what are you having ? it's kinda depressing drinking alone. " and right now, red creek was nothing if not depressing.

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//   (  xolo  maridueña  .  gender  apathetic .  he/they  )  .    ⸻  ignacio  “iggy”  aguilar ,  a  twenty-four  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  six months  .  the  vagabond  is  known  for  being  charismatic  and  reclusive  and  is  often  associated  with  calloused fingers from well worn strings, living in a van as the only home you’ve ever known & a patchwork of tattoos telling a story  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  the base  player  in  the  redstone  bar  band  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted (  link !!  )  .

written by link. tw for the following under the cut; violence.

full name: ignacio leonidas aguilar nicknames: "iggy" by everyone, "aggie" bar friends, birthdate: august, 10th 2000 birthplace: los angeles, CA family: mother - angelica aguilar, sexuality: bisexual residence: his van... appearance: wild untamed curls, american traditional tattoos, gold jewelry, painted but chipped nails, septum nose ring, gap tooth. notable features: brightly colored tattoos, a scar from the top of his eyebrow down his cheek, an additional scar across his lip, and a final one across the bridge of his nose, he's constantly carrying his guitar with him either in it's case or on his back

inspo

characters: k.k. slider, finn the human, peeta melark, soul evans (soul eater), joey tribbiani, jake peralta, jim halpert, jake miller aesthetics: a love for all things music, easy strumming to calm the mind, taking on tragedy with a smile, life on the road, a quick jab at the tip of your tongue, talking to someone who's long gone, making your own family pinterest: here

history

iggy was born in the van he drove into town in.his mother was trying to make it to a hospital, but the band she was traveling with at the time just haaad to stop for chinese.

ever since, iggy just traveled with their mom and the band all across the country

angelica was a popular traveling act who never actually got her big break. but god could she sing.

she taught iggy everything he knows, which includes but isn't limited to- the banjo, bass, guitar, drums, stand-up bass, trumpet, tuba, trombone, fiddle, spoons, ect. and even if he doesn't know it now, he could teach himself very quickly

he's never formally been to school, often just being taught odds and ends by the band and other travelers that ended up on their caravan

iggy got massive scaring on his face on one of their many travels when camping a mountain lion charged their camp. iggy got hurt in the event, and it was the first time he'd ever been in a hospital

iggy likes to tell stories about this thing, anything but the truth

he only just rolled into town, not knowing anything about the history of the place, but now all he can think about is how great of a song this would all be

hc

he's such a flirt if you've got a pulse he's saying something sweet to you

loves playing in a band, but also enjoys playing his solo stuff. anytime there's an open mic he's playing something new and crazy

wc

found family! ppl he flirts with hookups fling gone wrong

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fletcher rarely ever came to this shop. his mother always saying it was a place of witchcraft. for all the evil he knew in the world, that was still enough to freak him out. it was only now, well into his adulthood, he could be brave enough to even enter the building. as hana spoke to him, he chuckled, hands going up in surrender, " maybe that message wasn't for me ," he glances around, hoping to pass the message along to someone else. though, he pauses for a long moment, " what could they even say ?"

📍 sisters of the moon, just before closing. 🗝️ open to five replies.

☾ the small reading room has become something of a second home to hana. the spot was easy to reclaim even after three years away, almost like the universe saved her a seat. at the end of it all, maybe it was exactly where she was meant to fall— a solo stage to hold her audience's attention, tucked into the back corner of sisters of the moon. she cares for the space like her own home, neatly packing every item into its slot at the end of every shift. as she works through the mental chores list today, a card slips from the deck & flutters from the back room. it lands by a familiar silhouette, to which she trails after; moth to a flame. ❝ totally a sign that you needed to be in here today. looks like you just got a message. ❞ she hums, kneeling down to collect the card. there's a cheery glint in her eyes, ❝ wanna know what it says ? ❞

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location: outside redemption chappell time: just before midnight. for: open to all

guilt wasn't an unfamiliar feeling for fletcher. if anything, it might be the only thing he knew how to feel. it had been a long time since he felt anything else. the church would only amplify that. the old brick walls called to him, blue eyes tracing a long crack from it's tallest tower, all the way down to the garden out front. fletch had wandered there after his visit to the redstone, the smoke and booze still clinging to him. subconsciously, flecher's hand passed over his heart, and chest, "you don't think anyone is there, do you?" whoever had come, couldn't sneak up on him, even in his state.

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fletch had been patiently waiting to be able to use the machine for a good half hour now, but he wasn't about to pester someone to be able to take care of it. so he simply stood there. waiting for a machine to open up. when a buzzer had finally gone off, he thought now would be his time. but then another five minutes had passed. he didn't mean to be caught staring, but when the news paper ripped away, he was startled, " uh, you mean who left their wet clothes in the wash ? i haven't the faintest ," before blinking, " oh , you don't mean that at all... "

open to : any where : silver coin laundry mat when : after the questionings

avery is sprawled out on a bench inside the laundry mat, newspaper covering her face. she's been quiet for a good five minutes when she finally rips the newspaper away from her face and turns to the innocent person doing their laundry. " who do you think did it? " her own clothes long forgotten, probably hogging a machine.

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for a technical genius, forsyth sure was stupid sometimes. without a second thought, he walked into the home of a near stranger in murder creek. tipping his crown in the direction of vincente, " don't mind if i do . so what kind of cookies ? i hope they're the halloween sugar cookies with the pumpkins , " he graciously takes the fancily wrapped candy bar, examining it rather closely. he turned to the older man, " this is impressive . did you do this yourself, or did you buy them like this ? my mom woulda loved this , "

he stands there a moment, giving a good look at him with the slight waft of weed emanating in the cool air. it didn't take long at all to put two and two together. giving a nod to no one in particular, relief sets in and that he was lucky for this man to find him when he did. " right. you're not supposed to be out here. i don't want to be the one to kill your good mood but why don't you stay inside until you're a little more clear - headed? i made cookies. " even though it was posed as a suggestion rather than a question, opening the door a little wider and giving more space for invitation. no pressure here. then he glances at the candy bucket before rummaging through it and plucking it, holding it out with its fancy halloween wrappings. " you're a lucky guy, you grabbed my last one. "

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though fletcher couldn't hear the laugh, he could see it clear as day. it was comforting during a night like this. he had no reaction to the burn, finding it almost comforting. something so familiar. he shrugged at her comment, " batman drinks any free drink offered to him , " he laughs himself, louder maybe then necessary, " but i will admit to being much more of a bourbon drinker , " he holds out his hand for a shake, " so is tequila your drink of choice ? maybe i can get another round , "

quinn turned to look at the person who had accepted her gift & noticed the batman mask , letting out a quiet laugh that definitely wasn't heard over the sound of the loud chatter and live band . " it's tequila . " she mentioned , cheersing her glass against his and wincing once she felt the strong liquid hit her throat . " never thought i'd be taking a tequila shot with batman before , always thought he was more of a whiskey guy . "

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it went against all his instincts to let savannah come along. for him grouping up just meant more people got hurt, but he really didn't like the thought of leaving her alone in the dark either. with his eyes glued to the house, fletch finally spoke, " okay... just stick behind me, yeah ? " he finally turns back to her, holding eye contact, " it's probably nothing , " he smiled, his attempt to be reassuring, " probably just a scary movie, right ? "

Savannah could feel her anxiety begin to slowly rise towards the situation, knowing now that she wasn't alone in hearing the odd noises. Even though there was a good chance that it was simply nothing, something in her gut was saying otherwise. Chewing on her bottom lip, she shakes her head. "Actually....can I come with? I don't know if I want to left here all alone. It might be a better idea to stay in pairs?"

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his eyes scanned the mayor in his typical slow haze, but his brows narrowed in focus. he wasn't buying it. still holding out his bag expectantly, forsyth paused, picking his words carefully for once, " mayor, i know you have to have a stash. no way a man in your position wouldn't need a sugar rush every now and then. so i'm telling you now, gimmie the good stuff, and i won't blast you to the paper. " could sy be joking? possibly, but a stoner never jokes about his candy.

technically,  forsyth  wasn't  lying.  nathan  can't  remember  a  time  they  weren't  at  his  door  on  halloween.  he  shoots  them  a  knowing  look,  lips  curling  into  an  apologetic  smile  as  he  shrugs.  “  not  this  year,  sy,  ”  he  says,  knowing  damn  well  he's  a  got  a  whole  bag  of  cruch  bars  in  his  pantry.  though,  of  course,  those  were  reserved  for  himself.

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between houses, fletcher had taken the opportunity to finish off the joint he rolled before starting his candy run. having snuck off into the woods to enjoy his treat unbothered, he had no idea he was somewhere he shouldn't be. a somewhat common occurrence. he wandered up to the first door with the light still on, readjusting the makeshift crown on his head when the older man opened the door. upon his answer, the look of bewilderment spread across his face quickly. after a few slow blinks, sy responds slowly, " uhh... i mean, i'm totally fine... i wonder what it is... maybe i can go find sheriff kelly and ask him. he likes me... i think... well he should, i could probably solve whatever it is..." his slow ramble stops as his eyes drop to the candy bowl, " do you have any crunch bars in there? "

location: norwood street. wait, he shouldn't have any visitors. time: big 12 am.

the doorbell rings and he's by the door in a jiffy, accompanied by a bowl with some of the larger candy bars ( until he remembers now's not the time anymore for happy - go - lucky trick or treaters ). a small smile is present on his face, street lights gleaming brightly above nearly ominously. " hey! uh, you know you shouldn't be out and about right now. something happened, i think. i don't know, they wouldn't say anything. " then he takes a quick glance at his watch. yeah, it was midnight, about time for people to get sloshed out of their minds if it hasn't happened already. brows furrow, looking carefully for any signs of blood or injuries. " are you alright? are you in trouble? "

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nothing sat right with fletcher. possibly due to his own natural paranoia, but fletcher was sure to keep himself between the noise and savannah. he glanced to the woman, then back at the house. something wasn't right. it sunk in his gut, keeping his hand tightly around the textured grip.

"nah, there was definitely something. look maybe you should stay here. i might go up and check it out," he tossed his thumb in the direction of the home. he turned back to her, a soft knowing smile, "i won't be long, just wanna make sure whoever's there is alright,"

Savannah had hit a few houses in town, just starting her trick or treating for the evening after the flop that was the warehouse party. Feeling like the night might be turning around after getting her favorite candy and seeing some awesome decorated lawns and porches. Was she too old to be trick or treating? Perhaps. But, what else was she supposed to do tonight with the party being a dud?

Just when she was about to cross onto a new street and fill up her bag with even more goodies, she hears something odd coming from one of the homes. There was a bit of a weird commotion coming from indoors and it didn't sound like someone was just watching a scary movie with the volume on too loud.

"Okay, am I totally not going crazy or did you hear the same shit I did?" she asked Fletcher.

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the whole night had given fletch a migraine not enough liquor could drown out. he deeply regretted finishing off his backup back of marlboro reds. now his fingers tapped each tip, counting out in attempt to dull the pain. he wishes he could say it wasn't the smell of cigarettes that drew him to the spot, but to say anything else would be a lie. he simply needed a distraction. he had been there. he could have done something. his mind was an unending loop of regret. another sin for his soul to bare. he sighed at her question, " mess is one way to put it, " fletch pinched the bridge of his nose, before turning to the blonde, "think i can bum one off you?" he inquires eyes darting to the lit tobacco between her fingers.

the home made batman mask long discarded, now the smudged black grease covered his eyes, now running down his cheeks. fletcher couldn't help but feel responsible. like there was more he could be doing. like it was somehow all on his shoulders to keep the people around him safe. he failed at it all his life, no matter what he did. he knew he had to be dragging the energy down. after a night of partying, nobody would want to be around such a sad sap. he attempted to reciprocate her smile, " i dunno if it's ever all that safe to walk alone here ," he shrugged, " i can walk you home though, if you want, " he offered.

FOR : open, come take a seat! LOCATION : sitting at a bench, just away from the party's warehouse TIMESTAMP : aprox 1:04am.

" talk about ... a mess, huh ? " effie says to the person lingering next to her stoop. since the warehouse began to clear and the music cutting with the announcement to evacuate ... she's had a cigarette between her fingers. another lost soul to join the bloody past of red creek. she's been here long enough, around for many a halloween, to know what the boogeyman mask represented. some were mindful, some were distasteful. the common denominator : all were aware. and that awareness ... was coming back to the forefront. and the hype about the town's potential ghost reviving beginning to surface into rattling rumors. it all comes full circle, doesn't it ?

the journalist's soul in her is alit in secret. the classic questions a buzz. how she'd write it, if she should even fathom to ask their friends or be more tasteful. questions and questions, ideas and ideas. however, she knows she'll let the hype die before typing away at her encrypted laptop. a fiend for knowledge, yes, but never crass. too many journalists out there were monsters after all. she'd never stoop so low as to disrespect someone like the others. effie's expression to the other isn't as panicked as it should be. remorseful, yes. scared, no. a sigh sounds from her lips with another puff of smoke. she offers a wry smile. " think its safe to walk alone ? not enough details out yet to know if it's, you know, smart to. "

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location: near the price house time: aprox. 9:30 with: @redcreeksavannah @redcreekfm

having just locked up white pines, fletcher was taking his evening smoke break. a long walk through a neighborhood he always wanted to be apart of. work had been a long. the end of the month, and the holiday increasing car problems, and fletch- ever a softie- sent all his employees home early whenever he could. as he polished off the second carton of cigarettes, he only partially wondered where he would get his next fix.

it was then when a sudden sound drew his attention to a home he only partially recognized. he began moving in the direction of the noise, when he sensed another presence. moving the the makeshift utility belt of his costume, fletch gripped tight the hunting knife- passed down from his father- "hey- who's over there?"

it was easy to recognize savannah. even from a distance. thankful he decided to keep the mask off for now, fletcher moved carefully in her direction, in an attempt to prevent frightening her. fletch held one hand up in surrender, "sav, what're you doing here?" his accent dripping off his words in the taut evening air.

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forsyth doesn't fully remember how he managed to get to his favorite place- his job. probably his favorite way of transportation, his own two feet. he didn't even say hi to alice as he walked in didn't even hear her welcome him in. he simply sat in his usual booth, resting his head on his palm with his shoulder on his table.

as alice arrived at the booth, sy wiggled his fingers in 'hello' his tight awkward smile directed up at her. his fingers still wiggling, "why do they have you stuck on this shift? are they punishing you for something or did you pick it? i hope you got your milkshake, at the very least. is there still food? i don't even know what time it is," sy rambled.

LOCATION: @ DOLLY'S DINER .

TIME: 2am

❝ ⸻ welcome to dolly's , what can I get for you today ? ❞ Alice found herself yawning before she heard a bell ring as if on cue . Turning back to see the cook left her a vanilla milkshake loaded with rainbow sprinkles turning the shake a bit blue when blended together with a hint of hot fudge drizzled on the cup . It was hers as she always had one for the sugar rush when working over night and before the cook left . Giving him a thumbs up and their goodnight when they walked out the door , she went back to the person in the booth .

up until 5am , alice would be the one cooking and cleaning up . there weren't as much people in the diner as it usually was . quiet and considering the recent death , the night was clearly cut short . ❝ excuse me ... sorry ❞ she excused herself from yawning before holding up her notepad for their order .

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fletcher spent many nights in the redstone bar. his father used to always sneak his boys in, even young fletch, though usually as a driver. now he satin his old favorite spot, a well worn seat just where his father always sat. his plastic batman mask obscuring most of his face, so far few people had recognized him. it was nice to be a different person for once. turning to the friendly voice, fletch smiled, "who am i to say no to free," with a laugh, he grabbed the shot holding it out for a cheers.

˚｡⋆୨୧ starter : open ! ˚｡⋆୨୧  where : inside redstone bar ˚｡⋆୨୧  time : 12am

the  hospital  had  been  draining  all  of  quinn's  energy  .  between  stomach  flus  ,  anxiety  over  the  murders  ,  &  car  crashes  -  it  had  been  a  whirlwind  of  patients  coming  and  going  .  for  the  first  time  in  weeks  ,  quinn  got  a  night  off  and  figured  now  was  her  chance  to  let  loose  .  her  eyes  widened  once  she  realized  the  bar  tender  had  given  her  an  extra  shot  of  tequila  .  there  was  no  way  the  dirty  blonde  was  gonna  take  two  ,  so  she  took  the  friendly  avenue  and  turned  to  the  person  beside  her  .  “  hi  ,  wanna  take  this  shot  with  me  ?  it's  free  .  ”  she  smiled  ,  hoping  the  tequila  would  find  a  rightful  owner  .