#convo. ⸻ 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰.

[demidevildiva]

Location: Lil' Persia (Tower Hill) Open Starter

"And I'll have a pepsi and some mozzarella sticks." Bash requested before offering the waitress an awkward smile and turning back to the person before him. "Okay, so try me one more time. I didn't quite grasp anything you just said to me." In all honestly they had spoken so fast that Sebastian had to do a double take and still didn't catch all that they said.

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Bash chuckled at her words, but his thoughts were centered on her body’s positioning and the emerging hard on he was getting. “Mhmm” he said, not believing a single word that left her lips. Her lips though - looked tasty and soft. Mere seconds into her words he leaned forward pressing his lips against hers. Giving into her pull once more, and squeezing her waist slightly before bringing a hand behind her neck.

Scarlett could feel him warming up to her but was still a little surprised when he pulled her into his lap. She adjusted her position so that she was straddling him, but made sure to keep his hands on her waist. She liked the way it felt. "Maybe I just wanted to play an innocent board game..." she suggested, with a playful tone. She brushed a strand of his hair from his eyes, wanting to really take in every detail of his face. "Or maybe I want you to kiss me..."

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Open Starter at Green Farmers Market

Bash didn't normally stick around once he was done making his deliveries. Usually retrieved to the safety of his farm in peace, but for some reason today he stuck around. Could be the very slight change that appeared to hang over the island after the murder, or perhaps not wanting to spend more time alone drowning in his own thoughts. Daniela had been a good friend of his. He hadn't spoken to her in a while mostly due in part to his inability to maintain a regular conversation without somehow always making things awkward. Now he couldn't help but wonder if he should spend more time around others. It was a scary thought as he stared at all the people around him. "Maybe I'll try again another time." he said out loud, then knocked straight into another person in his attempt to slip away.

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Closed Starter: @nomadsamwill

Bash seen her and almost spun - his automatic response to new people he's recently met despite knowing them since probably grade school, but before he could turn her gaze was on him. "You look nice." he said, blushing hoping she didn't take that as if he'd been staring. He was just caught looking at her.

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Closed Starter: @plumassieres

"You look almost not like the little girl I know." he spoke teasingly, reaching to place a hand on the side of her arm as a greeting. Hugging seemed too personal in public. "Did you like your Christmas present?" Bash held back him smile at the little joke he played on her. He'd gotten her rubber farm boots to come work with him. His own odd way of saying he enjoys her company without using so many words.

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As hard as Sebastian tried he couldn't focus on anything that Myria was saying. Her words sounding distance despite her proximity. He had to constantly squeeze shut his eyes, and shake his head to escape the sense of urgency and weightiness he felt despite nothing pressing him, but his insides were screaming. He'd felt this once before - as a child during a hospital visit. No one had known what the problem was, but the prick of an EpiPen saving his breath. He was having an allergic reaction to something, but he knew not what. Then her words came through. I have to keep you safe, don't I? Save you from all this - grief. This unhappiness. It's for your own good, y'know? Do you understand? Did he understand? His face turned her way, and words he wasn't able to form turned to gasps as he stared at her. He was going to die. He was going to die... and Myria...? Nothing made sense, but his body didn't allow him the chance to process. Sebastian felt himself trying to push away from her, to grip for something - ANYTHING - that could help him feel somewhat grounded. He was truly going to die. Call 911, he wanted to shout as he held onto his couch cushions for dear life. CALL 911!

Sebastian had never thought of how he would die. He killed pigs almost daily, stunting them so they would feel nothing of what was coming for them, but he wasn't in the same predicament. He felt too much and nothing at all. This was really it for him. His thoughts traveled through his life almost comically. Looking into the future had never been his priority in life. Bash preferred to live in the present, and enjoy the little things that brought him joy in life. The rooster that woke him at the crack of dawn each and every day, the chickens he tendered to before making himself breakfast, and the smell that accentuated his farm - ghastly at best - but one that he'd grown to feel comfortable in. It's all he's ever done with his life, but he was proud of it all. His world was his and his alone, but at least he wasn't dying alone. Bash's eyes blurred with unshed tears that fell shortly after meeting Myria's gaze. She was a friend. He trusted her, she couldn't - wouldn't end his life surely? But he knew there was no way that he'd be saved now. His body wouldn't make it another minute of this torture, let alone wait for the paramedics to get there in time. Even if they did get ahold of them, his estate was too large for the vehicle to make it to him in time. All he could really think about was wanting it all to end - he didn't dare think about his friends and family. Just another death. That's what he'll be. Another body added onto the pile.

Parker - Bash hoped she wouldn't suffer. Hoped she'd let him go and not allow his demise to strain her life. He wasn't the best cousin, but for her he'd tried his best. Gone out of his way to entertain all her crazy ideas and allow himself to play guinea pigs throughout most of their childhood. She was so very strong. Stronger then he ever was or ever could have been. Parker was all the family that he ever really needed in his life, and the only one that he got along with despite their obvious differences.

Evangeline - There was an unspoken bond between them that he was never able to explain. Not even his own sister could compare to the companionship and love that he held for Evie despite his constant refusal to entertain her from the beginning. He had found her endearing despite how annoyingly happy she's always been. Despite how no matter how many times he's kick her off his property she found her way right back in forcing a smile upon his lips. She was the little sister that he had wished his own to be.

Sebastian had never uttered the word love in his life, but he hopes they knew him enough to have felt it throughout the years. That despite his inability to keep up with either of them that they knew he appreciated the impact that they had in his life. They had made him feel loved unlike anyone had loved him. Made him feel needed and important in their lives which was far more than he could have ever dreamed of...

If given the time - Myria could've turned Bash into something great. She knew she could - she hand an eye for these sort of things. She could turn even the worst of roadkill into something beautiful, into something worth living. Bash was - better than roadkill, that she knew for sure - but he needed confidence. "Are you saying you're not beautiful?" Myria teased, eyes a sharp, amused glint, "You're like - very handsome, Bash. But that's, like - part of your name, isn't it? Sebastian. Bash - bashful. You were born to be humble with your beauty - it's like, a good thing, probably - hubris always ends up killing people in fairytales, y'know? Like the evil witch in Snow White - who wants to be fairest of them all? Maybe we should get you a tan." Her smile only widened the more Bash spoke praise of her - letting it wash over her in some sort of sick satisfaction. There was nothing lovelier than praise from prey - a sheep soothing a crying wolf, only to wound up with it's head bit off - blood staining their once - perfect wool. "I'd love to work with you, Bash - we'd make, like, the funnest pair. Work would like, never feel like work again. I'd be like, queen of the coup - and you can be like, the king of the pen!" The excitement churned in her stomach - talking to Bash, reminiscing on the memories they shred - the memories they could've had in the future. She almost felt remorseful - they could've had time, but Myria was already pressed for it. She had stalled it long enough - her own selfish desire to keep him around, to stare at - to preen at, like the feathers of a parrot. She could've spoken to him for hours - have him recite back terms of endearment to her, have him tell her everything she's ever wanted to be hear. Focus - focus. "We use them a lot in our traditional funerals - they symbolize mourning. I've been using them a lot more than usual - have you noticed?" Her voice turned eager - speaking through Bash as he seemed to choke on his own words. "Do you've something caught in your throat? A little birdie, perhaps?" Myria sipped casually from her own cup before setting it down upon the table - calm, eerily so; even though the adrenaline was making its way through her. Focus, focus - calm. "Is it the dust? Should I open a window?" Myria shifted in her seat, crawling closer to Bash, to lay her head upon his shoulder as the walls of his throat started to swell, to cut off his oxygen. "Wouldn't this have been nice? You and I - everyday in this very living room, a fire in the 'place - children running amuck? I've always wanted children, I think - they wouldn't have my bad luck. I know they wouldn't. I hope you don't think I'm doing this out of love, I mean - I am. I care for you, I do - really, Bash - but I think I love you too much - there's so much more to come. I have to keep you safe, don't I? Save you from all this - grief. This unhappiness. It's for your own good, y'know? Do you understand?" She lifted her head, a hand coming to rest upon his neck as she gazed into his eyes. "Tell me you understand, Bash. Try your hardest, please. I'd love to hear your voice one more time, pretty please?"

[demidevildiva]

Marina Police Department Suspect Investigation 11/06/23

Where were you during the Halloween "Frightfest" festival when the murder of Daniela Carvalho occurred?

Valentina sat back on her chair, arms crossed, "I honestly couldn't tell you off the top of my head, Officer." Val responded with a smirk, "What time was that again? I may have drank a little too much." She was being honest though. For most of the night of the festival she had been liquored up. Not that she would have said anything anyways. Just being at the station sent vile up her throat.

Did you have any contact with Daniela Carvalho during the event, and if so, can you provide details about your interaction?

"I don't believe I saw her that night actually." she said thinking back. Her costume had covered most of her vision and she hadn't taken the headpiece off much. Val also wouldn't have gone out of her way to look for Daniela anyways. The two shared nothing more than a couple friends in common. "Then again, I didn't really talk to her ever so even if I did see her I probably skipped right over her little head."

Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts and actions during the time of the murder?

Val rolled her eyes at the question. "This is really stupid, Officer." she replied with a sigh but answered the question regardless, "I don't know. I was everywhere. Went home with Connor Hale at some point too. I'm sure he'd have a better memory of the times and all that shit. I couldn't have care less to be quite honest with you." She had lost all sense of time between her not-break up break up and whatever came after. The remaining parts of the night nothing but a blur of lights and screams.

Do you have any knowledge of individuals who may have had a motive to harm Daniela Carvalho?

"Like I mentioned before, dude, I didn't really know her well." she said once more, not bothering to mention the Marcy fiasco. She wasn't one to spill to no cops, and figured someone else would bring it up somehow. It was nothing but a dumb chick fight anyways. Valentina didn't think Marcy had the balls to stuff a fucking apple down her throat. If she did then perhaps Val needed to hang around her a little more. It would be an exciting bond to unravel.

Were there any disagreements, conflicts, or altercations that you witnessed or were involved in during the festival that might be relevant to this case?

"I fucked someone in the haunted house." Val replied, picking at her nails and smirking, "If that's of any help to you, Officer. I can provide you with all the details. That was definitely a memorable moment. Picture perfect some might say." She knew they wouldn't take her seriously which is the only reason why she even brought it up. Certainly that had to be some kind of crime there, but word of mouth did not easily held up in court.

Have you seen anyone acting strangely or fleeing the scene before or after the discovery of the body?

"No, shitface. I already told you, I couldn't see anything." Val was beginning to get annoyed. This entire thing was nothing more than a waste of her time. She didn't even know why she had been called in when she didn't even talk to the girl. "Everyone was in costumes anyways, and running from one side of the place to another. Even if I did see something, I wouldn't be able to separate it from the rest of the night. You do know that this entire fucking town was there no? Aren't these questions a little dumb?"

Do you have any information about any potential witnesses or individuals who might have valuable information regarding the murder?

Again with the dumb questions. "No." was Valentina's response to them. "I don't have any information on no potential nothing, I don't know anyone who wanted to kill her, I don't know absolutely jack shit. Maybe try doing some actual work and getting people in here who actually care." Cause I couldn't give a flying fuck.

Is there anything else you believe could be relevant to helping us solve this heinous crime?

She didn't bother replying to one more question. Valentina stood, reaching down to take the backpack she'd brought in with her and her bike helmet. "Am I free to leave?" she asked on her way to the door. "You're using up all my work time." Not entirely a lie as she was supposed to be at work that day, but had no real plans of showing up. Perhaps this interview wasn't as annoying as she thought. It certainly got her out of going into work.

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Closed Starter: @gilmorepiper

"After you." he said, standing back as he opened the door to the haunted house. "They say it's supposed to be real scary this year." he commented as they made their way in. Bash had spent most of the night playing games to avoid most people as per usual, just now making his way around to the haunted attractions. "Have you been in already?"

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Closed Starter:@eclvpses

Bash was just aimlessly playing through the games, not really giving any of it any real attention. Soon enough he'd gathered a bit of a crowd as he kept popping balloons off without missing. It was making him a bit anxious so he quickly rid of the last darts winning a large teddy bear in the process. "Uh - thanks." he said awkwardly to the person who handed to him before turning towards Dottie. "Would you like a stuffed bear?"

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"The youth! How old do you think you are, Kell?" Bash glanced up to give them a pointed look then laughed. "Clearly I leave all the hitting to you." he couldn't help but form the joke rubbing the spot as if his leg now hurt. "We stopped doing that in kindergarten - we use our words to share feelings now. Catch up."

"Yeah? You better be." Kell smirks. "Oh, please. It's just the youth that keeps me looking nice," they joke. "So I'm going to take it as a compliment. Now stop trying to hit on me." They smack his leg lightly.

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Closed Starter: @stigmvtas

Sebastian was normally pretty good at avoiding placing himself in any unwanted situations but the moment he saw Myria's costume he knew that he had fucked up. He had chipped for them to do a costume together, but after not having had spoken for a couple of weeks he figured it wasn't going to happen and had chosen to go with a different one then discussed. "Fuck." he cussed softly to himself when he noticed her turn, and his first instinct was to hide behind a stranger with a huge stuffed animal in the hopes that she did not notice him towering over it. Fuck.

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Location: The Pearl Closed Starter: @stigmvtas

"Shit, shit, shit." Bash called out, having had dropped his drink throughout their collision. "I'm so sorry." his apology that always came rushing easily, and often whenever being confronted with an unsettling situation. "Are you alright?" he asked, his arm around her waist as he had done his best to ensure she didn't fall in their stumble. Had he not had enough to drink as it was he probably would have let go of them by this point, but for some reason while glancing down at her he couldn't help but just stare. "You're so pretty."

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Closed Starter: @islandmumublog

"I bet you $10..." Bash started, taking the seat besides her at the bar section that'd been dragged into the museum, "...that you can't chug the rest of that drink in your hand. What do you say?"

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He didn't have to see her face to know the smirk that was plastered on it. Bash could hear it in the few words that she spoke, but he refused to acknowledge it. There wasn't anything to be told when it came to his - date. "It's not that I try to be... it just happens." he gave her a shrug. He only wished he could be calm, cool, and collected as she was; easy to communicate and social as she was, but that life had never been his. It wasn't something he fussed over though - Sebastian liked the life that he lived. Preferred it even. "Is he kind?" he asked, picking up his drink once more, "Is he worth your friendship? Your time? Your presence?"

Parker chuckles. "Fair point but you know what I meant," she gives him a little look as she brushes her hands across her dress, nodding her head at his words. "Cool," she smirks, raising her eyes up to him. "Cool is great word." She teases him, nudging him as she playfully rolls her eyes. "You know you don't have to be so awkward around me, Bash." She turns her head to look around, furrowing her brows when she can't spot him in the crowd. "He's one of my best friends. We work together," she smiles, glancing back to her cousin. "I think a stick would be better than you-know-who in your eyes."

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Closed Starter: @islandmumublog

Bash had never been watched working before. Sure he's worked with other people, but nobody just watching him section off a bloody pig. One moment he'd been elbows deep hacking and cutting at the deceased animal before him, and somehow ended up with Jade pinned against the slaughterhouse's walls while he suckled at the skin on her neck. It was messy, but his thoughts weren't on anything other the feel of her body against him. The scent of her skin which somehow combatted that of the building itself. He was lost in her. Bringing his lips back up to her lips, Sebastian wiggled his way between her legs placing a hand behind her thigh and raising it over his hip.

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