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The moment those words escaped her, Lux wished she had put herself in Dayn’s shoes before blurting out the first thing in her mind. Throughout the five years that she spent in Ohio, she remembered reading and hearing a mix of things about his disappearance. Lux got the main gist of it, but she also had a feeling that the true crime wildly exaggerated some things for a good story. For what it was worth, she knew to an extent what it was like to be in the public eye. For the people around you to have an idealized vision of you that was far from the truth.

However, Lux was aware that she would never know what it was like to have the public speculate about your very existence years after such a harrowing event, and judging by the way he was reacting, it still affected him to this day. The moment his bitter laugh echoed across the mostly empty bar, Lux’s heart broke with regret over her actions. Way to fucking go, Lux, she mentally berated herself. You’re never gonna make friends if you don’t learn to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“A mix of things, to be honest,” She confessed, slightly leaning over the bar table with crossed arms. “Some were pieces written by journalists online, while others were true crime freaks trying to go viral.” Lux offered an apologetic, gentle smile, one he probably wouldn’t be able to see once he turned away from her. “The Hypothetically Speaking podcast deserved the backlash they got after that episode.” She could still remember the amount of hate they got and understandably so.

After a moment of silence, Lux spoke up again. “But anyways, I won’t tell anyone about this. I might have a big mouth, but I’m really not one for gossip,” She reassured him, pushing a blonde strand of hair away from her face once again. “I’m Lux, by the way. I work at the clinic. Been here for about two years, give or take. At least, I think I have.” She frowned for a split second, trying to mentally calculate how long it’s been since her arrival. * / @thcmpscns

“You from Milwaukee–” was all he managed to get out before he was interrupted, and the flirtatious smirk that had graced his face slowly melted away when he registered the words she spoke. 

Suddenly images of his own face from the missing person flyers, the school photos that had been circulated on the news and posted around the city were flooding back. The one where his mother had gelled his and Joel’s hair for the yearbook, when he was missing a tooth from a few nights prior. The ‘action’ shot of him playing baseball (a swing that resulted in a strikeout, if he remembered correctly). One of him opening a present under a Christmas tree, and having a strange laugh about it later when he realized it was actually a picture of Joel, not him, that had been used as some cutesy plea bargain on late night news when his absence had stretched into the holidays. He discovered later the fine line between legal and illegal, when a child’s face and picture could be shown, but sensationalism seemed to win out. He wasn't even a big case, he didn't think - he was still alive - but there wasn't much else to fixate on out there, it seemed.

Speculation had been rampant for fifteen years now, since he returned home, and like a filing cabinet in his head, he mentally flipped through all the different possibilities she could have heard about, accurate or otherwise, what the source of the information could have been, in a miniscule moment in his mind’s eye.

Outwardly, though, his now stoic face lasted in a pause of about two seconds before he resumed the stacking of bar glasses, moving them to the back wall, facing away from her. He couldn’t even use the old excuse he used to - no, I’m actually his twin brother Joel, and no, that’s not a joke, we’re really identical twins - that usually got him out of a lot of tough conversations. That couldn’t work here. “And here I thought I lost a bit of that baby face,” Dayn said, a bitter laugh undertoning his voice. “What news, and what stuff?” ‘News’ could have meant legitimate journalism, or some true crime podcast murking up the story and speculating from what information was out there, and it was always a toss-up on which it could be.

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they couldn’t think of something to say the day you burst built all of your lions with all their might and all their thirst they crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin

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there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.

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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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Over the last two years, Lux had surprised herself when she didn’t miserably fail yet another attempt at staying sober. She surprised herself even more when she managed to find a small, yet fixed support group, who didn’t judge her when each of them found out of her now past drug addiction and helped her pick herself back up when she fell. That wasn’t to say there hadn’t been times when she relapsed though, especially during her first few months in Arcadia.

The trick was to learn healthier coping mechanisms and use them whenever during those moments of high pressure. In an ideal world, Lux wouldn’t feel afraid of addressing those emotions that kept bubbling up to the surface whenever something unexpected triggered upsetting memories, but she wasn’t ready to face her past just yet. She wasn’t ready to admit what things kept her up at night, and which ones she was desperate enough to dull down with alcohol and drugs.

Even today, she was far from prepared to deal with that, especially after tending to a child that very much reminded her of her younger self — surrounding by people, yet so utterly alone in this cruel, mysterious world. Lux has never had much of a maternal instinct, but even if she doesn’t particularly like children, she couldn’t help, but want to protect this young girl from whatever came their way, even them. That realization wound up being too much for her, so here she was, foolishly walking into a bar she should otherwise stay away from.

Surely, this place should have some non-alcoholic options like any other bar, right? At least, Lux hoped so, because otherwise, two years of hard work would be going down the drain and she should have to start over. She was brought back to reality, however, when an awfully familiar man around her age spoke up and rendered silent for a split second. “I’m sorry. Have we met before? You look so familiar...” Lux said, tucking a sandy blonde strand behind her ear before an imaginary lightbulb lit up on top of her head. “—...Wait, hold on! You're Dayn Thompson. I remember seeing stuff about you on the news.” * / @thcmpscns

A slow and steady routine had started to build for Dayn in the time he had been here. It's not like he had much of a choice. He was never a morning person until now, burdened with the first few days of his internal clock pushing him awake until three in the morning, before realizing he slept half of his day away when he woke up past noon the next day.

Had to learn quick.

Though his unlucky years (as he so lovingly put it) had been on his mind recently, due to the revisiting he was forced to undergo in the week before he landed in Arcadia, he found similarities with this place and then that he was more than willing to admit. At least here, while he was still stuck in a different sense, was a more roomy kind of stuck. Here had a whole new town to explore, instead of the confines of a half-finished basement in the middle of Milwaukee somewhere. The silver lining was that in Arcadia, he could hide from the monsters this time.

Those thoughts corrupted his mind for god knows how long as he set up the bar for the morning, and was more than relieved when he heard the door open and someone come into the space, temporary company - that he could handle, with a sly smile on his face as he leaned over the bar. "I don't think I met you yet," he spoke. "I would have remembered, I'm sure." *// @beg0niaskies

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⸻ mia healey, 26, cisgender female, she/her ; ] … the photo on the missing poster is of LUCINDA “LUX” ROSSETTO. they are TWENTY-SEVEN, and have been missing for TWO YEARS IN ARCADIA. when the sun rises, they work as A MEDIC. rumors in town say they can be HASTY and SINCERE. they chose to live in THE CLINIC, and have an uncanny resemblance to ANNIE JANUARY (THE BOYS), CASSIE HOWARD (EUPHORIA) and GUINEVERE BECK (YOU). can they survive another night ?…⸻ reliving the same day over and over again / typing out and deleting angry text messages / black mascara streaming down your cheeks / doing the unthinkable to survive / plum-colored lip stains.

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TRIGGER WARNING(S) : parental abandonment, child exploitation, sexual abuse, drug abuse, human trafficking, alcohol mention and murder

BASIC INFORMATION ;

FULL NAME: lucinda faye rossetto

NICKNAME(S): venus (alias); l, lu, lux, luli (diminutives)

AGE: twenty-seven

BIRTHDAY: april 15, 1997

SPECIES: human

ETHNICITY: italian, dutch, german (paternal); english, norwegian (maternal)

NATIONALITY: american

GENDER: cisgender female

PRONOUNS: she + her

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demisexual

BIRTHPLACE: galveston, texas, united states

HOMETOWN: ██████, arcadia, ██████; steubenville, ohio, united states (formerly), williamsport, pennsylvania, united states (formerly); detroit, michigan, united states (formerly)

OCCUPATION: the clinic medic; emerald city gambling den call girl (formerly); imperial nights chateau stripper (formerly); tgi friday’s waitress (formerly); michaels team member (formerly); lycoming college undergraduate (formerly); amc theatres crew (formerly)

RELIGION: atheism; catholicism (formerly)

FINANCIAL STATUS: working class; lower middle class (formerly)

MARITAL STATUS: single

FACECLAIM: mia healey

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ;

HEIGHT: 5’ 6 ½” | 1.69 cm

WEIGHT: 134 lbs | 61 kg

BODY BUILD: mesomorph (type); pear (shape)

EYE COLOR: olive green

EYE SHAPE: round

HAIR COLOR: ash blonde

HAIR STYLE: wavy and armpit-length, with layers and a side part

SKIN TONE: light beige

SCARS: multiple pock marks across both of her inner forearms (from abusing drugs), a lesion on the right side of her lower lip (from an accident while stripping), cigarette burns on the back of her left hand (from using the butts of them to self-harm) and discoloration on her gums (from a beauty pageant contestant punching her in the mouth)

TATTOO(S): vine wrapped around her right ankle; the words “be brave, be kind” on her left knee; medusa on her right thigh; the words “always loved” on her left wrist; anatomical heart on her right forearm; “even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise” on the left side of her ribcage; aries constellation on her right collarbone

PIERCING(S): double lobe on both ears, stacked lobe on both sides, third lobe on both sides; low helix and double mid helix on right ear; inner conch and flat on left ear

CLOTHING STYLE: casual feminine

TRADEMARK SCENT: vera wang’s princess

NOTABLE TRAITS: freckles lightly spread across her cheeks and nose bridge

MENTAL & SOMATIC ;

GOALS: get sober from ketamine and whiskey, find a way to escape arcadia and heal from her trauma

HABITS: getting up early, frequent hygiene maintenance, not working out often and relying on drugs and/or alcohol

LIKES: nature, tennis, fireworks, astrology and puns

DISLIKES: heights, makeup, children, surprises and gossip

INTERESTS: art, films, music, psychology and documentaries

HOBBIES: singing, quilting, archery, camping and moshing

ASPIRATIONS: learning medicine, finding herself, training in self-defense and starting an na group

STRENGTHS: practical, decisive, willing and focused

WEAKNESS(ES): undisciplined, perfectionistic, standoffish and impulsive

MENTAL ILLNESSES: complex post-traumatic stress disorder, mixed anxious-depressive disorder, bipolar type 1

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: myopia, latex allergy

OTHER ILLNESSES: diabetes

HISTORY ;

lucinda faye rossetto — otherwise known as simply lux by her peers — was born on april 15, 1997 in galveston, texas to paul, a security guard and vivian rossetto (née webster), a nurse practicioner. the two met at a local bar on the night of july 4th and had a one-night stand after immediately hitting off, but what neither of them expected was for vivian to end up pregnant. at first, paul supported her throughout the nine months that followed and stayed with her when she gave birth to lux. however, when she was five, he insisted he wasn’t ready to be a father and left vivian to take care of her by her lonesome.

having been a professional ballerina in her youth until a tragic accident forever changed the course of her life, lux’s mother signed her child up for child beauty pageants to relive those glorious days. in her eyes, having a daughter meant that she had gotten a second chance to right the wrongs in her own youth. that said, she became so focused on giving lux the life she never got to have that she never stopped to think that this wasn’t what the former wanted, and she never did. the world of child beauty pageants was a brutal place, with her fellow contestants and their mothers working their hardest to bring her down.

she knew she had no other choice, but to continue after seeing how much money she was making from every win and once enough was earned, an eleven year-old lux and her mother relocated to the city of detroit, michigan for a fresh start. it was a far cry from her much smaller hometown and she had a difficult time adjusting to this change. not only was she still being forced into the beauty pageants, but vivian got the idea to sign her up to a summer camp held by the mariners’ church. lux found solace in henry mcgill, the church’s youth pastor. at first, he seemed be a warm, friendly presence for her and even someone she could call a friend.

unfortunately, lux didn’t realize she would be in for a rude awakening when henry took advantage of her when she was at her lowest after almost a week of grooming her to gain her trust. upon passing out from what initially seemed like a dizzy spell, lux later woke up tied up to a bed in a cabin that wasn’t her own and was only let go when he made her promise not to tell anyone where she was. at the time, she didn’t understand why she was made to keep it a secret, but as time passed, she began asking herself more questions — can water make you sick? why did she wake up tied up? why did it all feel so wrong?

all lux knew is that once she came back from summer camp, she was never quite the same. she became more withdrawn and detached, preferring her own company over that of her friends and family, and would always look for excuses to not go to church or be in more beauty pageants. her mother could see right through her though and made her go anyways, never once stopping to ask lux what was going on with her. realizing that she cared more about appearances and money than her hurt, but she also became determined to get away from her mother once she reached high school.

the moment she turned sixteen, lux got a part-time job at amc theatres and began looking into academic scholarships to make sure she could afford going to college with financial support from vivian and when she graduated top of her class with a hefty scholarship at lycoming college, she knew that all her hard work paid off. nonetheless, this led her to get into a big fight with her mother and be disowned by her, which was unexpected, but she was finally free from her clutches. dreaming of becoming an art therapist, lux left detroit behind for williamsport, pennsylvania to start anew, determined to leave her past behind.

for lux, going to college off state seemed like a dream come true, but when she joined the alpha xi delta sorority, she completely underestimated how much she would struggle to pay off not only those expenses, but her college tuition and every day necessities. she tried her best to keep herself afloat by getting two part-time jobs, while juggling her classes and sorority duties. after overhearing one of her classes talking about stripping at the imperial nights chateau, lux began to do the same. at first, the money she was earning helped tremendously, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the person she’d have to become to survive in this lascivious new world and there were times in which she exchanged sex for money just to get by.

six months before her graduation, lux couldn’t take the pressure of living a double life anymore and her tendency of hiding behind a party animal facade became her undoing and she had no other choice, but to drop out of her sorority and college altogether. wanting to put history behind her, she packed her bags and moved to steubenville, ohio. since she couldn’t afford going to rehab, she tried going cold turkey several times, but having no family or friends to support her made this extremely difficult. the fact that she couldn’t hold a job for more than a week made matters even worse, so it never occurred to her that being offered to work at the emerald city gambling den by a mere stranger may be too good to be true.

while she might have slept with some clients to get money in the past, lux (now known as venus) had no other choice, but to do it this time and was passed around to multiple patrons for the three years that followed. it wasn’t until she noticed one of her fellow call girls spike a customer’s drink to steal his wallet that lux got the idea to do the same and gradually take money away from customers, in order to break free and run away. she did this for about ten months until she miscalculated the amount of ecstasy that she was meant to put in her client’s drink and before she knew it, he had overdosed and passed away on her watch.

terrified for her life, lux fled the scene and took all of his money, taking the first bus she could find at the time of the night and never looking back. the high that adrenaline gave her eventually wore off and she quickly fell asleep, not realizing she had completely missed her stop until she woke up and spotted a peculiar-looking tree through the window. she wasn’t entirely sure of what caught her attention about it, but whatever it was, it brought her a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. little did she know that coming into contact with this very free would lead her to get trapped in a place she can only describe as a hell town...

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#BEG0NIASKIES : a dependent + private blog associated with helltownfms. — as written by celeste (twenty8, she/her, gmt-3)

LUCINDA FAYE ROSETTO 〰 twenty7. she/her. former call girl + stripper. medic. the clinic.

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