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AARON

“Well, I mean.  I’m not that big of a fan of that song, but I’m not opposed.”  He shrugged.  “I don’t think she’s a Margaret Thatcher, but I mean.  The shoe sort of fits.”  He was feeling a bit bitter, but he wasn’t sure he could call anyone a witch.  Not in good conscience at least.

           “ fits like a glove. ”  her own bitterness mirrored that which the boy seemed to be concealing. noah had never been one to hide her feelings towards someone though. “ s’pose you’re right — i’m sure dear old maggie had some redeeming qualities.  whether the same can be said for our own black dahlia, who knows? ”

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WINNIE

“Well, I will say it, blast it from the rooftops.” Winnie chuckled. “I’ve been playing “kill the beast” since I met her and “ding dong the witch is dead” sounds like a very appropriate ending.”

         “ i like you already blondie. ”  noah couldn’t help but grin at the mutual feeling the girls shared in relation to the late katherine the great. “ we got shit in common clearly. cops around here obsessed with you too? ”

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         “ you know, when that thatcher lady died in the uk, the song ding dong the witch is dead ended up at like number two in the charts — now,  i’m not sayin’ we should start blasting it over the radios or anything but  i think it’d be a pretty fitting song to accompany the current vibe this place had got goin’ on.”

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DIANA

⊰ ♔ ·˚ ——— wrapping her slender arms  tightly around her waist, diana butler kept her head down as she made her way down the busy sidewalk of the main street of bellmoor. part of it was to keep to herself, but most of it was to hide her face. since katherine’s death, all people wanted to do was stop her, talk, offer condolences. as if anyone actually wanted katherine butler around. moving swiftly, she avoided bumping into people, swirving in and out of the crowds as if she were a swift river flowing around a rocky rapid. truthfully, the youngest butler needed to get out of her home, to get AWAY from her mother. the idea of spending another moment listening to her mother sob over the loss of her favourite child and blame her other children made her feel nauseous. suddenly, diana found herself slamming quite hard into another pedestrian, only to find herself knocked to the ground. her hands scraped against the cement sidewallk and she winced.  ❝ JESUS, ❞ she muttered, looking at her bloody palms. ❝ be careful next time! ❞  

              " fuck!” the word came out without warning as her mouth seemed to realise before her brain that a crushing weight had just stood on ( and tripped over ) her foot. of course, by the time her brain had realised what had happened her main question was, where on earth had she left her shoes last night?  attempting a balancing act she grabbed hold of her barefoot and contorted her body to look at her ailing pinky toe “seriously? you KINDA crushed my pinky dude.”  a few futile wobbles later, and the pounding of her head caused her to give up as she readjusted the sunglasses on her face. hungover wasn’t the right word to describe her right now --- she was pretty sure that the previous nights alcohol percentage was still a little high. note to self: don’t drive anywhere for a few hours. she thought, flexing her foot on the ground as she took notice of the other girl. “crap, that was rude of me. ” hand outstretched, she grinned “need a little help down there? ”

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TESSA

          ✧・ﾟ– “ i’d like to think i’ve gotten USED to all the cat calling i get when i walk to and from work, but today was RIDICULOUS.. must be a full moon or something.. ”

      “ so the infamous wolves of bellemoor are out tonight huh ? — not that i condone violence against animals, but where are the tranq guns when you ‘em? ”

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KAYLA:

“ My dance skills ranges from white dad at a barbecue to stripper whose rent is due tomorrow. Believe me, you don’t want to see that. So, thank you but no thank you. I’ll pass ” she stated, turning back towards her Cosmo as she started sipping on it.

          “ oh COME on, you seriously think i’m gonna let you get away with that excuse? it’s twenty seventeen, all you gotta do is rock the whole mildly intoxicated swaying. super easy. drink, sway, look like a bad-ass. you feel me? ”

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*insert generic introduction to my intro post right here*

okay so howdy guys!! i’m ruth and this little asshole is noah, my new little muse thanks to my sudden urge to have a zoe kravitz fc (ty big little lies for taking over my brain). basically i suck at writing intro posts so i always end up rambling in a bunch of bullet points...so here we go...enjoy!

a single bullet point about myself: i’m a loser, yet oddly a loser who’s just got a job so apparently the way to celebrate new responsibilities is by giving yourself more! (smart decisions 101) most of my activity will probably be in the evenings gmt time or possibly the mornings if i’m feeling brave. either way, i’ll get shit done somehow.

now on to noah:

noah has lived around town most of her life. she was adopted as a baby after her teenage birth mother wasn’t allowed to keep her. the woman who adopted her was slightly older and became the grandmother that she never had.

she was one of these kids that was home schooled for most of her life so when she started high school she kinda struggled to adjust. this is mainly because she’s definitely not a rule follower, keen to push boundaries and limits as much as she can.

most of her late school years were spent out of school, either from being suspended or just ditching to smoke weed. typical teenage angst right here. she was known as the weird new girl. an odd mixture of hippie and goth.

noah is into various things and her interests change often. she loves anything from other cultures, all that palm-reading/tarot card stuff and even went through a lil bit of a pagan phase buuuut let’s not talk about that :|

she’d been forced into an extra curricular in high school and ended up as the photographer for the school newspaper

she met katherine in high school and for a long time she was nothing but someone she passed in the hall, they’d exchanged a few words and it was clear that they didn’t like one another too much. so when katherine asked her to take some photos of her for an art project, noah was a little dubious but katherine was paying so she couldn’t complain. the next day she showed up at school to find a topless photo of katherine, taken in the art room, posted all around school.

noah was the first and only suspect, next thing she knew they were calling her into the office because they’d found the photos on her camera. police were called, an investigation took place and noah was suspended for a few weeks. furious at katherine’s little stunt, noah  decided to get her own back so she left a dead rat in katherine’s car and made flyers advertising katherine as a prostitute then posted them around town. katherine went to the police and accused noah of stalking and harrassing her, spinning stuff about noah following her and leaving notes in her locker. the last parts were lies, but due to the incident with the rat and flyers, plus the history of drug abuse, noah got charged with stalking and harrassment. she got 3 months in a youth delinquency program and a nice little reputation as a stalker that she couldn’t care less about.

everyone believed katherine’s story, that noah was obsessed with her and had been stalking her since the photo incident. noah just stopped trying to tell them otherwise, living her own life. she went travelling after her 19th birthday and then just moved around for a few years, studied liberal arts in prague before returning to the states to get work. she went to california and applied for a teaching assistant job at a school for special needs children.

things didn’t work out though.  she ended up losing the job when questions were raised about her criminal record. her records were cealed, but they were there so noah was honest. the school didn’t feel comfortable having her work around children so she was fired. hence why she’s still a little bitter towards katherine. very few people know about this.

despite still wanting to work with kids, she returned to town a few months ago and settled down working in a poky little florist. since being back in town she’d only run into katherine a few times and they’d exchanged very few words. 

she’s not exactly sad about her death, figured it was a long time in the making and is more than happy to share that thought with anyone who asks which, alongside her history has made her a suspect. probably doesn’t help that she returned to town a few months before her murder.

personality wise she’s pretty cool and chill, still smokes and drinks. if you’re cool enough and not uptight she’ll smoke and drink with you.

she’s still as eccentric as ever, if not more due to her studies abroad. she’s all free-spirit and zen now too so if you wanna meditate with someone then feel free to hit her up.

the kind of person who considers herself a pacifist but would punch someone in the face if they ticked her off too badly.

still a delightful person though! honest. feel free to hmu if you got any ideas for plotting or connections...or if you just wanna talk to me. i’m a friendly/attention needy gal.

and in the words of bugs bunny, that’s all folks!

(ps. please love me)

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She was hot! A lot of the dads were staring. I saw erections.