#♡ ┊ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍 ┊ ♡ ⸻ ❝ interactions. ❞

[yoonmiina]

♡ 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 ⸻ starter for kingsley tau / @ins1ders. ♡ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⸻ forest right outside redcreek cemetery.

dark eyes are fixed on the sky, simply watching. there aren't many stars to see, probably all the light pollution or... just pollution in general; but it's relaxing nonetheless and that's something mina DOESN'T feel often. especially when there's someone by her side, but kingsley was probably one of ( if not THE only ) person in town, maybe in the world, that allows her to be herself and feel SOME peace of mind. " i'm starting to get why you like working here, " she muses aloud, taking in a deep breath as she closes her eyes; if redcreek felt like this all the time she might actually like it. a few seconds pass and she opens her eyes again, turning to look at him. " i still think it's fucking creepy but... kinda part of the charm, i guess. " if it was anyone else she WOULDN'T be caught saying something like that. admitting that she has likes and preferences like any other human? fuck no! but he is and has always been someone she can trust. one of her arms moves to rest under her head, she can already feel the dirt sticking to her hair but she doesn't mind right now. the other reaches out towards him, gesturing towards the blunt between his fingers. it's her turn for a drag. " anyways... i wanted to ask if you have an opinion on all the stuff going on in town right now. you always have a different perspective on things so i'm curious. indulge me. "

[yoonmiina]

" ⸻ i'm gonna be honest, kellan... this was NOT the answer i was expecting when i asked you if you had a lighter... " despite the impatience in her tone there is a hint of amusement in her eyes as she looks at him. it might be surprising but mina was sometimes a WILLING victim of their creativity induced spiel, as if she was a sounding board of sorts to his ( more often than not ) incoherent ideas. as far as she was concerned he was a refreshing addition to an otherwise very bleak town and, well, it was fun to hear him. at least when she was in a good mood. " are you sure you want the setting to be space though? i know interstellar is like ten years old but... nothing has really hit like that ever since. "

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 -

hues  of  dark  eyes  tinted  with  passion (  read  :  delusion  )  as  he  sits  across  from  his  unfortunate  victim ( read  :  friend  ?  )  ,  lips  parting  as  he  spouted  off  one  of  his  normal  tirades  .  the  scariest  part  of  their  behaviour  was  often  the  blind  faith  and  confidence  they  had  in  their  eternal  work  as  a  great visionary  of  their  generation  ,  "  i'm  telling  you  ,  the  space  man  film  that  i've  been  working  on  is  going  to  blow  everyone's  mind  .  i  think  i've  really  done  it  this  time  ,  i've  created  a  narrative  for  a  real  cultural  reset  ...  "  the  unknown  origins  of  his  film  and  lack  of  context  about  it  leaving  many  wondering  why  he  wouldn't  shut  up  about  it  .

[yoonmiina]

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[yoonmiina]

" ⸻ no greeting? does your manager know you're not following etiquette, hm? " it was her BEST attempt at sounding like a disgruntled customer, but the way she breaks into an easy - going grin soon after makes it more than clear that she was just kidding. of course, she didn't actually care. he could be trashing the place to his heart content and mina would still mind her own business. " don't worry your secret is safe with me... " she says as she stands in front of the counter then carefully places her prescription down on it and slides it towards him as she looks around. it was mainly a formality to make both of their lives easier, she couldn't be bothered to remember the FULL NAME of whatever pills she has to take in order to not feel like her stomach is dissolving itself. but she DID take them religiously. " just the usual for today... and, uh, a pack of cigarettes if you still keep them behind the counter. "

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.

[yoonmiina]

a shrug is all she can give. she's asked herself the same question again and again and to this day can't find a LOGICAL answer; for two people that worried about every single aspect of their child's life they seemed a little bit too calm about having a killer around and free. then again, she's never really understood her parents so... all she can do is SPECULATE. " i'd think it's basic marketing but... alright, yes, we can say that... " there's a soft chuckle that follows her words, acknowledging his words, but her attention is mainly on the glass in front of her; she brings it to her lips once again and at the same time tries to think. what were they like? it seems like a LIFETIME ago. " alaina was... nice. " the bar was in hell considering what her parents were like but, " i mean, there's a reason why she's been the go to babysitter for a really long time... strict but still fun to be around. " it's when her mind shifts to daniela that she has a hard time. most of her time in high school was a blur. some of the memories lost to time while the others weren't relevant enough to keep. " not too sure about daniela actually, she was smart and kind. a good person overall, i can't remember hearing anything bad about her when i was young. WHY? are you planning on writing about them or something? "

" god , and what ? the murdering didn't put them off this place ? " ricardo can't pretend to even remotely understand the allure of redcreek . he has no idea how or why people stay here , let alone for the entirety of their sad lives . he doesn't say that to mina though . for once , surprisingly , he bites his tongue . ricardo can be cruel , use his tongue like a knife , turn the blade once its inside you and relish with it . . . but he won't do it for no reason . and mina has never ever given him a reason . his grin turns ever wider at her reluctant applause . he lets out a whistle from behind his teeth . " see ? you speak my language , mina . " that's why i like you is tacked on silently , fizzing in the air between them . he leans back against the stool , eyes wandering up then down her . she's always been beautiful . not just for redcreek either , but for the world . ricardo has an affinity for beautiful people , it's how he knows who to remember . who's important . WHO'S WORTH TALKING TO ( mina ticks all the boxes ) . he pulls his gaze up though as she admits to knowing both daniela and alaina . " what were they like ? " he asks , trying to keep his voice from creeping with too much blatant greed and intrigue .

[yoonmiina]

" ⸻ holy f—… " the curse dies on her lips quickly as a hand rests atop her chest, a place that her heart is currently threatening to leap out of. the dramatic part of her ( which is at least 70 % of her personality ) suddenly thinks how embarrassing ( and unlucky, but that would be in character at least ) it would be to die of a heart attack right then and there, knowing full well there's a whole homicidal maniac out there in the streets, TERRORIZING the population; so she has to will herself to calm down and gather whatever is left of her composure. a couple deep breaths later she lets out a sigh and then attempts her BEST apologetic smile. " my bad… " mina has never been good at apologies. " didn't mean to scare you, i was just trying to get him. " and by HIM she means the real culprit of it all. a tiny, but very old, pomeranian currently sitting at attention, looking completely clueless as if he didn't almost succeed in taking out two women in one go. " he's surprisingly strong and ran this way when he saw you coming out… " as if sensing he's the current topic of conversation. louie starts to bark happily, behaviour that makes mina sigh and lean down to pick him up and effectively shut the tiny dog up. " anyways… sorry again, " she sighs and looks over at maeve again, this time a more SINCERE apologetic expression on her face. " you should try valerian root. for the nerves, i mean. seems like you could use it. "

🗝️ open starter for anyone. 📍 norwood street, just outside of maeve's front door.

✦ ⋰ norwood street feels particularly haunted now. it's a feeling that maeve can't escape – the moment she steps out of her front door, she's there. it's there. she often finds herself looking at the front door of alaina's home like a deer caught in headlights. so close, but impossibly far on the one night that it mattered. maeve nivans has finally met with a problem she couldn't fix ; alaina price was murdered- gone from red creek forever- possibly joined the uncomfortably long list of people that you just didn't talk about. she wonders if alaina's home will be notated as the price house in red creek history ; reduced to a horrific event & molded into a haunted house to prod at in the same way the thorne house was. her heart seizes at the thought. as she peers at alaina's front door, it almost feels like someone looks back — she nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears the footsteps. hand pressed to her heart, she nearly squeaks. ❝ oh my god. a warning would be nice. ❞ the anxiety is a new hurdle, too. an unwelcome guest that moved in with the ghosts on october 31st. she breathes out through her nose before offering a warmer expression– ❝ sorry, sorry. i'm just— on edge recently. you understand. ❞

[yoonmiina]

" ⸻ mhm, all red creek natives since... i don't even know, TOO LONG. " there was once a time where she could have probably recited all the yoon family history and be PROUD about it too but maybe all the drinking killed the brain cells with that specific information because she can't remember a SINGLE WORD about it. all she thinks about is how they couldn't pick a NOT so small, less murdery town to settle into. it's nothing he's interesting in though, and even if he was she wasn't inclined to tell so... MOVING ON. " oh, is that so? " she bites down the almost automatic sarcastic response only because his feat IS a little impressive, she can give him that at least. " maybe not so stupid then... bad publicity is still publicity, i guess. and you're still around so i assume the police couldn't really do anything against you either... " it's both baffling and a little funny how he managed to get away with it. " you lucky bastard... " she chuckles and shakes her head at the ABSURDITY of it all. her fingers drum against the smooth surface of the glass, head tilts to one side to look at him. " yep. i knew both of them, not too much though. i went to school with daniela, she's two years younger than me; i can't remember if i ever talked to her... and alaina probably babysat me a couple times, that's about it. "

" your family ? " he asks , incredulous . he doesn't know why he's acting surprised . ricardo knows less about mina than he'd know about his own birth parents . he never bothered to ask her any questions whenever they'd bump into each other . he's wrong to assign any familiarity to her . to cling to her now , like a child on their first day of school . ricardo pauses , sinks in her words , watching as her throat constricts and moves as she delicately sips . then , he laughs . he's always enjoyed the way that mina has with words , even though he's inexperienced with it . there's nothing more ricardo garcia likes than a girl with wit . " maybe that's what it is . " he agrees easily , grin switching on his face like a light bulb . " but it got everyone talking , didn't it ? and it's gotten us triple in advertisements and sponsors . that's what we call smart money . " as the bartender puts a glass down next to him , ricardo holds it up to mina's and gently clinks it together . " did you know daniela ? " he asks , voice taking on a softer , curious tone . " or alaina ? "

[yoonmiina]

for a moment she can only stare at him, almost in disbelief. leave it to ricardo fucking garcia to find a way to ask the most unpleasant question ever without even knowing; like he's a magnet for sore spots. " my family is here actually... " she breathes out, at the same time her fingers wrap around the glass he offers. accepting it despite the fact that she shouldn't be drinking, she's SUPPOSED to be in recovery still after all. her own well being has never been a priority though, and alcohol could be considered one of her vices so she brings the glass to her lips and relishes in the way it burns down her throat. " why would i be mad about that? don't get me wrong i do think it was crazy of you to publish it, but... if you have some sort of humiliation kink or get off of doing stupid shit. that's like your thing, you know? i won't judge you for it. "

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" why the fuck would you return to this town ? " ricardo groans out from where he's sitting . it's his first public appearance in a while and for once , he's playing the more discreet card . even monsters know when to keep their heads down and lick their hypothetical wounds . " everyone here is insane . " he adds , albeit carefully not mentioning the part HE'S PLAYED in the insanity . ricardo's eyes run up and down the familiar figure . ricardo won't lie : he relishes in someone else who knows new york . who attended the same parties . who he vaguely recalls , despite the distance between them . FINALLY , someone who's seen the world outside of this tiny , murderous town . FINALLY , someone who understands . ricardo offers his whiskey to mina silently , gesturing for another one for himself . " don't tell me you're mad at me , too , over the stupid fucking front pager on the register . are you secretly in love with bronte , too ? does this girl have a vagina made out of gold and sunflowers or something ? "

[yoonmiina]

" ⸻ i'm not really sure… " truthfully, she finds it difficult to voice her opinion, has to SPIN her thoughts inside her mind to try and make sense of it all. her hand reaches for the blunt, fingers gently wrapping around it before bringing it to her lips. she inhales, keeps the smoke inside her lungs for a while and exhales at the same time she DECIPHERS what she feels. " i don't think it's bad at all, just… too still, maybe? i guess i'm not used to this quiet. " after all her life has rarely been quiet, if it wasn't her parents screaming at each other ( or at her, depending on the day ) it was the big city with its own kind of cacophony, sometimes her own deafening mind. silence this peaceful was foreign and confusing. she was starting to feel light and careless in the pleasant way only drugs could achieve so she lets out a soft chuckle. " honestly, i really hope NOTHING was waiting for me… i doubt it would be for anything good anyways. " mina couldn't possibly imagine anyone GENUINELY waiting for her to be back, or even happy about it. except maybe… well, he's laying right next to her. " it is kinda weird though, feels different but the same all at once. or maybe it's just me that has changed… i don't really know. "

kingsley was surprised to see mina back in town . he's still not sure what it is that seems to be bringing everyone back in droves . he's half convinced they're ghosts . everyone died out there , in the real world , and their souls have returned to redcreek to rest . " what's creepy about it ? " kingsley asks , honest and inquisitive . he's so used to the graveyard and what it gives ( and doesn't give ) that he is curious about mina's thoughts . he glances over at her before putting his shovel down finally and joining her properly on the soft dirt . he turns his own eyes up to the sky but can't quite find his attention sticking . by his side , his leg moves erratically , craving movement and stillness all at once .

he takes another drag of his blunt , keeping the smoke deep in his lungs , letting it crackle there , before exhaling a long plume of smoke . he hands it over to mina silently . kingsley hums around the smoke filtering from him , watching it disappear in the night sky . " nah , not really . " he would shrug if he could in this position . from the corner of his eye , he looks at mina . she looks the same but also different . kingsley looks back up at the sky , because somehow that's a lot less complicated . " what do you reckon ? weird time to come back , huh ? it's like something was waiting for you. "