#[ SPEAKING: STELLA AND CALISTA. ]

[dexmonheart]

Hell in Castle Park // Calista x Myles x Stella

Location: Castle Park.

Time: Middle of the evening.

TRIGGER WARNING: death, gore, bodily fluids, body parts, murder.

@myleshcrt , @suspixiions

CALISTA.

Calista never really found herself moving outside of her social circle, yet somehow, she felt comfortable around Myles. He didn’t judge her, nor did he judge all she had to go through with her dad. Their common love of music had assisted in blossoming a beautiful friendship. This night in particular, Calista had been asked to try some new guitars. Of course, she invited Myles. She could invite Fin another night: new friendships took time and Calista really wanted to see this one succeed.

“Is it really that smart to cut through the park at night?” She asked once they reached its entrance, turning to him with a raised eyebrow. Regardless, she followed him in. At least they weren’t alone. While it still wasn’t that safe, there was more safety in numbers. The darker it got, the more her fear increased. The woman could feel herself sticking closer to him, just waiting for something horrible to pop out of the shadows. “I feel like I’m in a horror movie... please tell me somethings not going to jump out at me in the next ten seconds.”

And then, it did.

Out of the shadows, came something terrible. Something that Calista never thought she’d have to see not just in her twenty-six years of living, but in the life she had ahead of her.

Calista was more so fueled by curiosity than anything. “Yo, what the hell?” She exclaimed, motioning for Myles to follow her. The closer she got, she could feel her stomach contents begin to churn.

“What the fuck is that?! Is that a fucking torso?!”

MYLES.

Myles was more than happy to meet with Calista. He welcomed the very few actual friendships he had in town when it felt like he was going up against the locals. He couldn't blame them when he was seen with Frances McBride a lot for the past year. Her brother didn't like him, her friends didn't trust him. And he was only trying to survive each day she was gone.

Walking besides Calista, he let out a soft laugh. "Probably not, but if it makes you feel better, I'll sacrifice myself so you can go on." Even if it was in a joking tone, there was truth behind his words.

Myles gave his friend a look. "You freakin' jinxed it, Calista," he said as an attempt to keep the mood light, but he was quickly becoming nervous. Following closely behind her, the view of a torso became more visible. "What the fuck..." A chill ran down his spine, his throat suddenly becoming dry. "Calista...Calista, the-the tattoo, it's--"

Frances. He recognized that butterfly tattoo. "N-no...no, no, no, no, no..." He got closer, hoping that he was only seeing things, but it was clear under the nearby streetlight. It was her. "Fuck...I--" Myles moved away quickly, falling onto his knees as he vomited. He couldn't believe it. His head was empty, only thoughts of Frances and her smile and the sound of her laugh playing in his mind.

Glancing up, he noticed there was someone nearby, and he called out at them. "Help..." His voice croaked. Getting himself up, he waved them down. "Help! Help, please!" he cried.

STELLA.

Stella was never really one for late night walks, at least not until recently. Where crime scenes were suddenly a thing again, and a violent thing at that. She frowned as she walked, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket as she glared at the sidewalk. Typically, she would be listening to music, but there was a serial killer on the loose after all, and she wasn't about to make herself an easy target.

It took a second for the yelling to shake her from her thoughts, brows furrowing as Stels started to move towards the pair that waved her over, walking at first, then breaking out into a run once she realized the panic in their tone. "What the hell is going o-" She all but slid to a stop, eyes wide as she started at the body, once upon a time, this would have shocked her, but she'd seen many a body by this point.

"Step back-stay away from the body!" She was quick to pull them further away, last thing she needed was any additional DNA samples from some kids. "Fuck...it's-" It was her. Franny. Shit. Her teeth ground together and she scrambled for her cell phone, quickly detailing their location to the police. After pocketing her phone, she turned to the others. "Listen, I know this is hard right now, but can you tell me if either of you saw anything before you..." She swallowed hard, a feeling of failure washing over her. They hadn't caught the killer in time. "...before you found her." She would have time to investigate the surroundings soon enough. As soon as the question left her lips, she paused, expression shifting to a sympathetic one. "I'm sorry you had to see this."

CALISTA.

Calista was beside herself. Once another person had arrived she was at Myles side. Her first instinct had always been to make sure that everyone else around her was okay. “Myles... you don’t have to see this. Please.” Her arm was around him, tears absolutely streaming down her cheeks. Calista looked to the other woman, completely at a loss for words. How was she possibly going to get over this? How was she going to tell her dad that she found the body of another victim?

“No, we didn’t see anything.” She eventually shook her head, looking up from making sure her friend was okay. “W- We were on our way to the music store. Sometimes they let me come in and try out some new instruments. We were on our way there, I usually cut through the park...” Her voice was cut off by a strangled sob. “I invited Myles. We’ve been together the whole time..”

Of course, she knew that the police were going to try to account for her whereabouts for the past couple hours. It certainly did look suspicious, seeing them out here in the dark of night. At least they could account for each other. They had even jammed earlier with a couple of other people.

MYLES.

Myles stood away from the body as the other woman ordered, sinking under Calista's touch, his body shaking. He barely just processed what she and the other woman were talking about, glancing up to finally meet their gazes. "Y-yeah. Yeah, it's true. We just...came upon the body." The body, the words repeated in Myles' head. It wasn't even Frances' whole body, and he felt sick again. "It's...it's Frances McBride," he said to confirm before he felt tears running down his face. The rest of the night would've passed in a haze for him.

STELLA.

She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, but it wasn't their fault. The killer had been clever up until now, to think that they slipped up now was just...wishful thinking. "Yeah. Yeah, I know." Her eyes dropped to the ground before raising to glance at the two. "Here, let's go over here. I'm Stella, I'm a crime scene investigator." She shrugged off her jacket and held it out to the one who was shaking. This was never really her forte. It certainly wasn't usually part of her job, this was pure chance that she was here. And while she longed to actually do her job--she was more worried about these two.

"They're gonna ask you questions when they get here." She explained, running a hand through her hair. Hell, Stels wanted to ask questions, but there was protocol to be followed. "You knew the vic, I take it?" It seemed like everyone heard of her, but these two seemed to know her. Damn. That was some shit luck. "I'm sorry for your loss. Do you guys have someone you can call? Someone you can stay with for the night?"

CALISTA.

Calista could still see Frances’ face in her mind. How could someone do this? What reason could someone have for wanting to kill someone so kind? She followed Stella wordlessly, clinging to Myles not just to support herself, but to support him as well. They both needed it. “I’m Calista. This is Myles..” The woman murmured, wrapping Stella’s jacket around her friend.

“Understood.” She nodded. While she wanted nothing more than to just curl up and forget everything that happened, she’d do anything she could to put away this sick fuck. Calista just couldn’t stop looking at it.. the torso of someone she had once called a friend. “We both did.” Calista spoke once again after a period of silence. “Frances and Myles both came to my band’s shows. That’s how we met. We all became friends.” She gave her friend a squeeze, as if to remind him that she was there. “We can go back to my place in Castle Bay. I live with my dad, Bill Yates.. my aunt was one of the original victims, Kimberly.. I’d rather he hear what happened from me than some newspaper article. He hasn’t been the same since my aunt disappeared.” She looked to the person in her arms. “Is that okay, Myles? Maybe an officer can take us to my house?”

MYLES.

Myles was nearly startled when he felt the jacket being wrapped around him, but he took it wordlessly. The voices around him were coming muffled as he was unable to focus on what was happening. The only lifeline he had was Calista and her touch. He gave Stella a slow nod. "Frances and I were...a thing," he said. "It wasn't romantic. I mean, it was one-sided. We've been seeing each other for a year." Fuck. And the last thing that happened was when Myles broke things off with her, because she wouldn't commit. God, how was he so selfish? When his friend mentioned her aunt being one of the original victims, Myles quickly looked up at her. "You...you never told me that," he said, his voice low and soft. But he nodded at her, taking a deep but shaky breath. "Yeah, that's fine." The worst thing he could do was be alone right now, so he was grateful to have at least one friend on his side.

[marbeledroses]

Muse Purge!

Below the cut you will find a list of muses I am cutting, this is due to lack of muse, lack of threads, or simply ignorance of people who keep wanting them for a faceclaim. 

First, Lets Start Off With Who Is Staying:  Links to their bios. 

Madeline Beaumont Ella Walsh (Selectively)  Stella Graham Calliope Adams Isabelle Jackson (Selectively)  Zoey Eaton  Emilia Clayton Scarlette Reid (Character Is To Be Revamped and Re-Written) Elizabeth Price Annabelle Watson Ellie Wright Kate Thomas  (Bio to be edited) Ellouise Northman Destiny York-Beaumont Isabelle Carmichael Victoria Lennox Calista Augustin Sofia Volcov

Secondly, Whose Going, because they either never got acknowledged, threads, or simply I’ve lost muse for.

MEREDITH EVERHART HOLLIS FITZGERALD PEONY BRADSHAW BEATRICE GALLAGHER LUCINDA ANDERSON AURORA DELUCA LOMBARDI MORETTI CELESTE ANTAEUS YULIYA IVANOV ANGELA IRVINE HARRIS VAN DOREN CAMILA WEBER ROSALIE DAWSON LUCIELLE THOMPSON ALICE CHARLESTON ALLISON MONTGOMERY OLIVIA COPELAND CHARLOTTE AVERY ANASTASIA TELLER EVIE MERCURY VIOLET MCKENNA

If you don’t see a muses name on either list, they’re either going to be kept as a secondary, or I will speak to whomever directly i you interact with that muse. I feel like this will help my creative writing a lot. Thanks. 

[reputablehqs]

I C E.

(noun). | īs |

frozen water, a brittle, transparent crystalline solid. 

a state of coldness (as from formality or reserve).

NAME: calista ‘callie’ clarke

AGE: twenty-one

PRONOUNS: she/her

OCCUPATION: senior at columbia, applying to grad schools currently.

SECRET: she overdosed when she was 18 and despite going to rehab, she’s still addicted.

FC: scarlett leithold

R E L A T I O N S H I P with S T E L L A

stella was in a relationship with callie’s brother before he died, and was privy to all the family drama. callie and stella grew close after the incident and stella was around for callie’s breakdown (and following this, stella encouraged her to attend columbia). here’s a short 500 word drabble for that time.

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“did you love him?” callie asks, leaning over the balcony. everyone else at the gala below looks so small, like little bugs. bugs with poisonous stingers, she thinks, before looking up to meet eyes with stella. 

“of course i did,” stella replies, but the inflection of her voice doesn’t change. she looks out on the crowd with an unwavering coldness.

“then why are you still the same? why don’t you care?” callie exclaims, digging her fingernails into the rail of the balcony. “you’ve seen me, fall apart, over and over again, trying to deal with this mess. you see the way my family has become, secretive, wrapping everything up behind a mask and you’re – you’re worse than them. because it doesn’t even seem like you’re pretending! you seem fine.” tears brim in callie’s eyes as they they threaten to rush out and she bites her lip to hold them back. she’s trying to harden herself, but she can’t help it. she misses her brother. and stella, his ex-girlfriend and callie’s close friend, seems to be coping with it without batting an eyelash.

“callie,” stella whispers, her voice is calm and soothing. she wraps her arms around callie tentatively, until the girl relents, and they hold each other close. in that moment, callie lets tears fall for the first time, shaking in stella’s arms. this is the first time she’s allowed herself to be human since her brother’s funeral, since her overdose, since her parents hushed it up and continued their political campaign like nothing had ever happened. stella was the only person she trusted herself like this.

callie pulled back, a soft smile crossing her lips. her hair was falling out of it’s updo and her eyes were swollen, but she tried to regain her poise. “i can see why he adored you so much, you know. i don’t know how you’re so good at this. so good at being strong. i’m happy that he had you when he did,” callie whispers, speaking for the longest that she has in weeks. it had been a while since she had said more than a few sentences, but her parents liked it that way. they liked her quiet and away from the press. 

stella leaned forward and wiped the remnants of tears off of callie’s cheeks. “you’re stronger than you know, babe,” stella encouraged. “get back out there.” 

callie rolled her eyes, but she laughed softly, heading to the bathroom. she stared at her own reflection in the mirror, pulling loose strands of hair up with pins. she inhaled slowly. perhaps she could rebuild herself, rebuild all of it. but that’s the thing about ice – you freeze it again, and it’s all the same stuff, but it somehow seems different than before. smaller. in it’s new shape, it’s lost something completely intangible.

I C E is currently closed.        BIOGRAPHY FOUND UNDER THE CUT.

calista and eamon clarke were born to harrison and bettina about four minutes apart. callie was first. she was harry and betty’s golden girl, a smiling blonde with beautiful eyes, even as a child, she was the center of every room she entered. harry and betty held both of their children to an exceedingly high standard – harry was a prominent politician and betty, a well-known socialite and lobbyist. the two of them were a political whirlwind and their children, they claimed, were as bright and attractive as they were. calista and eamon spent every waking moment together and grew very close. their parents were often far too busy to spend time raising their children and the clarkes were passed around to a number of maids and housekeepers. life for calista would have been very lonely without eamon, but they always had one another.

they were enlisted to a private school in the city. callie went to constance billard, eamon went to st. jude’s. callie was always the quieter of the two and she relied on eamon for support – he was bubblier, friendlier, and better at talking to people. he pushed her out of her shell, brought her to parties, and introduced her to friends. people liked to be around callie – she was the sort of girl guys like, because she was quiet and beautiful. she would go to parties with eamon and feel very alone – surrounded by crowds of people, but very lost. she almost felt as if she could see right through them, what they were, how fake it all was. years of watching her parents put on cocktail parties and put on airs had made her immune to fake pleasantries. she despised them. she found the best way to deal with these sorts of people were pills and powders. substances made the fake people more lovely, more entertaining.

when eamon and callie were seventeen, eamon was killed by a brain aneurysm. weeks leading up to his death, he had horrible headaches, but he chalked them up to tiredness, to hangovers. he laughed it off. even the night before his death, he was out at a party. callie hates herself for not noticing, not realizing – they were twins, they were supposed to be so in sync. if she had noticed something…something more, she could’ve saved him.

but without eamon, she had no one. there was no one in the world she truly trusted, no one constantly looking out for her. she began to rely on substances more heavily for that sort of escape, that release. just to slip away, for a moment. when she overdosed the day after her high school graduation, her parents swept it under the rug extremely quickly. she went to rehab, though her parents claimed she was spending a year in finland. they refused to address the problem head-on and admonished callie, not for putting herself in danger, but for jeopardizing the family’s reputation. reporters had already hounded them following the death of their son (and what it meant regarding their views on healthcare), they couldn’t have a scandal like callie coming up in the news, besmirching what was left of their picture-perfect lifestyle. they’d managed to pick up the pieces in the press following eamon’s death (although they were no longer the perfect looking towheaded family), but an overdose? rehab? it looked sloppy. and like bad parenting. they couldn’t have that.

when callie returned, her house was a prison. desperate to get out, she applied to columbia based on advice from a friend who had helped her through her roughest time – stella maddox. callie studies psychology and sociology simply because people both fascinate and bore her. she has all the time in the world for them, but none at all. since stella’s departure, she’s on the cusp of graduation at columbia and in the midst of applying to grad schools. however, she feels more alone than ever and has started to return to previous addictions. if her parents knew, they would undoubtedly cut her off or at least bring her back home and back under their watchful eye.

callie as a person is generally beautiful – she’s lovely to look at, easy to interact with, but there’s a coldness to her, a distance. she sees through people easily and is easily bored by them. she casts them aside quickly. callie could be described as fairly self-absorbed and selfish in general. the way the world internally revolves around her is a contributing factor to her obsessive personality and inability to cope with loneliness. she knows loss extremely well and is not keen on attachments. on the outside, she looks composed – the daughter of wealthy politicians, dressed to the nines and top of the dean’s list, however, few people know how easy it is to crack what’s on her surface.

[donnafayewrites-blog]

Chapter 12: FPCON CHARLIE

As they strolled back to the car laughing and enjoying their last moments together, Stella turned the corner onto Main Street and froze.

Standing just a couple feet away with her face twisted into a mirthful smirk was Calista. Stella’s blood ran cold. God willing, she’d never have to lay eyes on that deceitful witch again.

“Hello, Stella,” Calista taunted.

How dare that woman speak to her? She had a lot of nerve!

Stella took a deep breath and looked through the woman but said nothing as she started walking again. Calista was a shallow and insecure woman who could never handle being ignored, which was why she probably stalked Stella to confront her.

“Oh, so you’re just going to ignore your own mother now? I’ve been trying to reach you for months,” Calista shouted at her back.

Stella was a private woman and downtown Wheaton was rather conservative and quiet, so this overt display garnered a considerable amount of uncomfortable attention from other pedestrians. Stella held no doubt that had factored into Calista’s plan. She played the wounded party far too well.

Annoyance snapped her resolve to ignore the woman. Stella turned on her heels and stormed over to her. Venom dripped from her words, “You’ve got some nerve, Calista.”

At the shock that flashed across the other woman’s face, supreme enjoyment hummed through Stella. She’d never called her mother by her given name to her face.

“The only mother I have is standing over there.” She pointed at Nina. “You are no longer my mother, you good-for-nothing whore.”

The color drained from Calista’s face as she flinched from the words. “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. Fabian told me about all the money you’re getting from him,” she countered.

Stella pinned her with a look of disgust. “You slept with my husband, and you don’t know why I’m making a big deal out of it?” Stella roared. She didn’t care who watched at that point. “Get this through your thick skull: You. Are. Dead. To. Me. Do not call me. Don’t write. If you see me, don’t acknowledge my existence. I hope he was worth it to you because you and I are through.” Stella held her head high as she did an about face and marched back back to her real family.

Read the rest of Chapter 12 FPCON CHARLIE here : https://donnafayewrites.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/chapter-12-fpcon-charlie/