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"oh..." emmeline peered down slightly as the first signs of embarrassment set in but it wasn't really embarrassment at all, it was gratitude towards the other that had been so accepting and that worked so, so hard. "you do know you're brilliant, right? don't think i've really had to teach you anything in terms of skill, you outdo me all the time, honestly." the woman knew she didn't have any type of background in it, that she had just fallen into it and given the opportunity, made something of that but she loved the create and this suited her. being her own boss was another thing that greatly suited her at this time in her life. "some of the materials are beautiful and i don't know how anyone can throw them away and not even want to experiment to fix them. you know, if something is already damaged or needs fixing, people get creative and aren't worried about making mistakes. by people, i mean myself - no one come to me for a wedding dress alteration because then i'd get in my head." emmeline chuckled knowing that she was still babbling. "i'm lucky to have you." she give a sincere nod as she meant her statement - emmeline was a lot of things but she never said anything she didn't mean.

"Hardly. You deserve all the credit for what you've built here," Freya insisted, a warm smile gracing her features as she regarded the older woman with admiration. The brunette wondered if she would ever build something like that one day: a thing all her own to be proud of. She used to think the answer lied in her dancing, that her call to perform was her life's destiny. She wasn't so sure if that was still the case these days. "Your alterations to the thrifted pieces are always brilliant. It's gratifying to breathe new life into something older," she agreed. Aside from making her own burlesque costumes to save money, it was another thing that originally motivated Freya to pick up sewing in the first place. She loved the idea of learning the skills she needed to fiddle with her clothing as she pleased, until everything was just right. Maybe it was the perfectionist in her, but the dancer felt empowered by the idea of being so wholly in control of the clothing that adorned her body, both on and off stage, and she wanted to give that feeling to others as well. "I agree. That's the beautiful thing about personal style, isn't it? That it's a reflection of someone unique. Or, at least, it should be," she chimed in, nodding her affirmation of the sentiment. "Trust me, as someone who embellishes her stage costumes within an inch of their lives, I hardly think there's such thing as too much embroidery. But, to each their own. We're just making sure that people leave here happy with what they're wearing."

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looking down at her watch, emmeline's eyebrows raised as she nodded. "it would seem so..." her raised brow quickly folded into a scowl as her eyes narrowed. emmeline, it's fine, they were probably just running late - she tried to tell herself. if she let herself believe something else sinister was going on, she'd just end up losing herself all over again. her emotions flashed before the other, her face now displaying a wide grin of gratitude. "oh my! thank you ever so much!" the other was kind enough to offer as emmeline knew people couldn't be so trusting (she didn't think she would have given it to a stranger but then again, she offered people she'd only just met discounts in her store constantly). "it's the encyclopaedia of vampires-" she nodded. "-or something like that, perhaps with a longer name but i'm sure there was only one." it did look a little odd and the woman was fully aware of this as she was sounding far too enthusiastic about this book but she wasn't going to give a further explanation - she had to know.

OPEN: weekend of horrors, outside a mystery booth that's still open for an unknown reason.

april 21st after 8pm / @boneyardstarters

the woman's eyes widened as she saw the other passing by. "oh- could you help me?" emmeline widened her eyes and held out her hands. "it's just- there's this book... over in there-" she pointed back to the mysterious booth still open for reasons not explained. although they rejected her offer, she felt like it was calling to her to find out more. she was battling with herself because this was how it had all started - vampires - vampires where there wasn't any vampires in sight.. okay... perhaps she'd actually seen one as a child or just dreamed about it but she was here, had seen that book and nothing else mattered. emmeline seemed erratic, yes, but she never meant any harm. "this book... it'll help me understand them..." don't say they're real, emmeline, the whisper in her head told her. there was no doubt that she'd been right about this but also, a broken clock is right two times a day. "i will pay you back! i don't have the coins right now but i can get them." it was bordering on dangerous territory."

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the seamstress' eyes widened and the corners of her mouth curled upwards to show the spark of joy she felt at the mention of one of her apprentices. "yes! oh, hermione is just lovely, aren't they? a very talented soul too! i feel like they actually teach me a lot." emmeline let out a chuckle. the other seemed very kind and she could only dream of being like that - some people would already deem that true about emmeline but they hadn't witnessed her at her worst, nor did she ever want them to but that doubt was always there in the back of her mind; it acted as a reminder. "i'm actually very lucky that talented people wanted to come here because... this was very much on a whim and i didn't think it would last for very long." the woman admitted out loud. it had been something she'd dreamed about over the years but she was her own worst enemy - if you'd asked her five years ago if this would have been a reality, emmeline would have laughed. giving another smile at the other's choice, she gently passed the hanger to the other. "yes, it's not much but there's a space here-" she ran around the other to gesture towards the little cubicle that had a brown curtain. "no pressure, if you flat out don't like it, we can look at something else-" her eyes widened again. "-or if you want to make alterations or have a vision, i can work with that, too." emmeline wanted to say without charge but she did need to remember, she was a service.

When the woman mentioned her employees, Roma smiled and said "I think my daughter's girlfriend works here, actually. Uh, their name is Hermione?" Though the blonde had only meet her daughter's girlfriend once or twice, she was pretty certain that their match was a good one. Hermione was so sweet and kind and honestly, she thought that Nisa would benefit from having someone like that in her life. After all, they all deserved to be happy. The woman that owned the store was quite kind--and perhaps in another life, the two would even be friends, as their ages were seemingly close to one another. However, she was quite talkative and bubbly, traits that Khadroma just simply did not possess. Sure, she was poised but bubbly? No way, try again.

When presented with a few options, she took the time to look them over. Both were undeniably gorgeous, though the understated floral was specifically catching her eye. "I think this one might be a possibility," she said, picking up the floral. "I'm the mother of the groom so I don't want to be too...showy or anything. I just want something simple and pretty. Do you have a place where I could try this on?" she asked, her eyes already searching for a changing room.

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OPEN: weekend of horrors, outside a mystery booth that's still open for an unknown reason.

april 21st after 8pm / @boneyardstarters

the woman's eyes widened as she saw the other passing by. "oh- could you help me?" emmeline widened her eyes and held out her hands. "it's just- there's this book... over in there-" she pointed back to the mysterious booth still open for reasons not explained. although they rejected her offer, she felt like it was calling to her to find out more. she was battling with herself because this was how it had all started - vampires - vampires where there wasn't any vampires in sight.. okay... perhaps she'd actually seen one as a child or just dreamed about it but she was here, had seen that book and nothing else mattered. emmeline seemed erratic, yes, but she never meant any harm. "this book... it'll help me understand them..." don't say they're real, emmeline, the whisper in her head told her. there was no doubt that she'd been right about this but also, a broken clock is right two times a day. "i will pay you back! i don't have the coins right now but i can get them." it was bordering on dangerous territory."

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"you give me too much credit, freya." emmeline smile beams towards the other, almost as if she's about to start blushing. "you know i'm more inclined to focus on the pre-loved items that need an tender hand." they were unwanted, some shabby but the woman took it personally when things were deemed as unworthy. it was indeed projection but it was rooted in her so deeply, that feeling of being unwanted, an inconvenience without any future - now she had one to call her own and she loved every minute of it. "but i suppose, yes-" it was a 'yes' to two polarising stances, a very common thing to slip out of emmeline's mouth whilst she formulated a response that would be more clear to freya. "my own creations, customisation is key. plus, i don't want to make everything the same. otherwise, things lose their originality." eyes widened as she tilted her head, her disgust for big corporations attempting to do copy and paste as if it was the worst thing in the world. "someone could like an item but it's not the right cut for them, or they don't like the embroidery, or there isn't enough embroidery - though people have said i go a little too hard with the embroidery aspect but is that necessarily a bad thing?" a chuckle escaped her.

Working as an apprentice at the local boutique wasn't exactly what Freya had envisioned for her future when she was a little girl. Though her childhood dreams of tutus and travelling the world in a renowned ballet trope certainly gave her an appreciation for beautiful costumes over the years, she never dreamed that she would one day be altering and making costumes for herself. She hoped to someday make things worthy of being on a stage with a wider audience than just her burlesque shows. It certainly helped to have a boss like Emmeline, grateful for the chance to learn the craft of garment creation at her side. Perking up when the customer walked through the door, Freya offered them an encouraging nod as they began to peruse the store, turning her attention back to the owner. "So, do you make all your designs with enough room to be heavily customized, or do you reserve that strictly for more bespoke pieces?" she mused, glad for the excuse to pick the more experienced seamstress's brain.

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emmeline stood up to greet the other when she realised it was andrea. "of course. your hair is lovely, by the way. you really pull it off, definitely more than i ever could." the woman chuckled as she made her way towards the rack. "well, it's your lucky day, we had someone drop off a lot of colourful attire the other day and my lovely apprentices and myself have already fixed them up." pulling out a shirt, she held it up to the other to see how it would look. "there's also a lovely snowflake sewn detail here-" her fingers were gentle as the delicately made contact with the snowflake stitching. "it was to cover a hole and i think it's quite endearing... but i can see that it might not be for everyone." always ask what the customer wants, emmeline. "i'm getting ahead of myself." she sighed before putting the shirt back on the rack. "what are you wanting?"

If there was one thing that Andrea was known for, apart from her musical knowledge was her fashion sense. She always loved finding things that caught her attention and stood out which was right up her alley. So when she heard about the new boutique, she couldn't help but head that way. She made her way in to the store, listening to the little jingle from the bell, she now sported pink hair, first time she had dyed her hair in a while. "Hey there Emmeline, the place looks amazing! You know that I'm going to have a look around, I'm thinking of something to match my hair, I know that you were the right person to help me out."

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"oh-" emmeline's eyes widened as she herself looked at the selection herself before looking at the other. "well, um, freya's not in right now." she was sure she wasn't on shift. "well, first off, you need something to warn them off-" she wasn't just talking about insects. "- a protector." she nodded. "you know, i've got some lovely garment covers with some exquisite sterling silver hangers. yes, i know. it's not the usual for a boutique of this nature but special occasion garmets need to be protected, right?" the woman knew exactly her intentions behind voicing that but was trying to come with other reasons as to why that was a good idea. moths were a problem, she wasn't denying that but she always believed that something more nefarious was waiting to mess up any opportunity if you let them. "i know that trusting people to mend the damage being done is difficult, so if you'd rather wait for freya to do it, you're well within your right, but if you need it doing promptly, i can assist and then the garment covers and my precious hangers... come with it too." emmeline was aware how her words could be of a con artist but that wasn't her at all and she hoped the other saw something in her. "a lot comes out this time of year. your garment needs to be safe... you need to be safe." emmeline would have put up a handwritten sign on her door saying 'no vampires allowed' but that would make her look unwell.

The click of her heels could have been heard from a mile away, as the heavy-footed steps stomped into the boutique, and with a cursory glance, the dancer approached the counter, pink glittery lips pursed as if preparing to blow a kiss. Unable to find the object of her affection, her arms dangled uselessly at her sides, shopping bags sliding down toward the onion ring-sized bracelets decorating her wrists, and a used scrunchie from pulling back her bob over the bathtub in her condo and giving one of her favorite wigs a thorough scrubbing. "Oh, no, no, I mean, ya selection is great, it ain't what I'm looking for right now," a good-natured grin glossed the potentially backhanded inflection, "I'm lookin' for Frey. Afraid I got a fashion disast'a of my own makin' back at my place." The New Orleans accent dragged out each syllable painstakingly, perfectly accentuating the melodramatic slap of a hand against her forehead, shaking her head as she elucidated, "If I don't get anoth'a set'a eyes on this bridesmaid's dress i picked out, I'm toast. I'm tellin' ya, the moths and the June bugs and shit this time'a year's just nasty."

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it was a pleasure to see the other picking up so many items. "i take it you're a fan of black, then?" emmeline chuckled with a soft expression on her face, her eyes closing slightly as she did so. "that's quite a compliment actually, enough to max it out? really? i'd be more than happy to offer you a discount if you end up buying all of that-" she pointed towards the stack resting against the other's arm. "- just don't tell anyone else because i'll be out of business by the time i know it." she hadn't spent all the money on the shop, nor had she spent it on lavish accommodation because a change of scenery could be quite upsetting for her. still, she loved the boutique but felt like it was a honeymoon period before bad things happened. emmeline couldn't quite put her finger on it, or maybe she could but she'd been told she was wrong all her life. "i just mend, my team and i. i never went to fashion school or anything, it was just something i picked up and... here we are." her soft expression sunk at the mention of such things. "so, you're a-" wasn't the other too young to be a doctor? granted, she wouldn't hold the other against the title of doctor but the thought did leave a very strange taste in her mouth. "that's- um..." she brough her hands up to her head. "quite the visual." emmeline blinked as dark images plagued her mind before she shook her head. "you'll have to excuse me. i've been told i have quite the imagination."

WHILE THERE WAS MANY ASPECTS of the job she had been roped into performing under the Weiss family that she absolutely detested, which was to say almost every part of it from the stressful conditions that she often times found herself floundering under to working on actual living, breathing bodies than the deceased counterparts that she preferred, there was one singular portion of it that could possibly seen as a silver-lining, though, it didn't make the rest worth it: the extra pay. Her closet and makeup collection certainly wasn't suffering the way psyche was when it came to the new, additional job, and in times where she needed to a bit of stress relief, some retail therapy would be the first coping mechanism she jumped at. Brown eyes wide as she picked up every black item that fit her 90s mall goth aesthetic and hung it over her arm, her attention then centered on the woman working instead of the sparkly number she was eyeing. "Oh, trust me, I'm sure I've already found more than I really need to buy; my credit card was already screaming for mercy the first time I walked by this place." Considering how many rogues had done the same under her while she stitched them up in such a pattern that would surely leave a scar, maybe that wasn't the best phrasing. "Are any of these your designs, or do ya just mend them? What I would give me to be able to have a talent like being able to make my own clothes, but these hands were unfortunately only made for stitching skin together, not fabric!"

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emmeline couldn't help but smile at the compliment given as she gave a gentle nod. however, there was a certain sadness in her eyes - that it never could have happened without the money she'd received from her father and it could also be lost in an instant if she had another relapse. owning the boutique had settled her in a way, given her a place to make her own, to craft in something that she'd picked up along the way (a genius at learning the violin but had never taken lessons in sewing or attended a fashion school) and that was something that should have been admired. perhaps her father would have finally been proud of her if he could just have seen what she could do when presented with an opportunity. "yes, well, i also have some very talented apprentices that are absolutely amazing at what they do." emmeline gave a gentle nod after that fact before pushing herself up from her seat and making her way towards the other but not too far that she would be imposing. "yes, i shan't bother you. there's a lot to look through, after all and no pressure at all." stop talking, emmeline - she was indeed shouting at herself internally for being hospitable but she couldn't help it. "if you need anything, anything at all, please let me know."

it had been a while since drusila dropped by at the casual edge boutique. what’s better than being able to treat yourself to some new clothes? if only drew had the prospect of dragging someone here with her to convey one’s thoughts, but it’s a good thing the owner, emmeline hall, was present. of course, she was! “hi, thank you; i will happily take a look around — and no worries!” she was curious to see what was to offer. blouses, dresses, trousers, skirts, blazers perhaps. hopefully. either way, it felt like the kind of day where the ghost hunter ought to treat herself to some new apparel. something new, something different. at this point, it wasn’t a want but a need. “you’ve mended most of the clothing here?” it wasn’t to say she was surprised; it was impressive. the other woman could probably tell by the facial expression on drew’s face as she nodded with her eyebrows slightly raised and her mouth slightly downturned. “that’s admirable.”

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emmeline immediately smiled when she saw it was reina that had entered the boutique. she really appreciated the other's presence here and that she would come back, time and time again - to her. growing up, emmeline had been gifted in music, the violin to be exact (and she would still be able to play it perfectly) yet the instrument was gathering dust in her apartment. textiles was something she'd picked up but she'd always loved garments and it just felt right for her to go with it from the gift of the funds to open the store. she would never be completely honest - she'd not managed to hold down a job until she'd bought the boutique but she'd hope that would also be telling... "oh! don't worry about the new additions for now. what would you like enhancing with these?" she gestured towards the satchel. "don't get shy on me now." she chuckled. "it can't be that bad, right?" she jested.

visiting the boutique was one of reina's well-earned rewards she enjoyed at the end of each week. while wholly dedicated to her work as an archivist, she knew that it couldn't consume her life, though, admittedly, it had swallowed a considerable amount of free time - free time that she otherwise dedicated to proving her sanity. whenever her case worker had their phone turned off, that's when reina finally felt comfortable enough to stretch her wings and flock to where she knew she'd find some solace. "it's always good seeing you, emmeline," she greeted kindly, a warm smile on her cheeks as she was greeted. "i do actually have a couple of things in need of mending - just an old skirt i found and a jacket i thrifted a few weeks back." holding up the satchel she carried, she began gravitating toward a rack of clothes that resembled the vibrant colors she favored in her wardrobe. "and, of course, i need some new pieces for spring. any recommendations? you know what i like - all the whimsy you can imagine."

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"oh!" emmeline grinned widely at the compliment of her boutique - it was something she held very near and dear to herself, pouring herself into pieces when possible to not only mend but give them some tender loving care. of course, i can't take all of the credit. a lot are done by my employees and some don't need fixing at all-" there was a strange emphasis in the words 'fixing' in her voice, to the point that her eyes widened and her palms pressed into her knees. it wasn't something that was even warranted - no such comments had been made - but she'd followed the thought. emmeline stood up and smiled. "that's very kind of you to say. it's not perfect but what is? who is?" after stepping back for a moment, she then nodded to bring herself back and to avoid going on another tangent. "it depends on your style. there are some lovely simple, satin? maybe, dresses, or some floral understated, if that's more your taste." her eyebrows raised as she walked over to a particular section. "see-" she pulled one out. "chocolate brown silk, stunning- why anyone wouldn't want this anymore... i can't answer that but -" it wasn't about her personal feelings. sighing, emmeline moved on to also pull out another dress with straps with an understanded floral print. "- it's pretty and it's not too in your face."

Roma had been on the hunt for a while now for what she was going to wear to Cyrek and Stella's wedding. The date was quickly approaching and she had yet to select a dress. She wasn't looking for anything crazy--really, she just wanted something that was elegant but also understated, as she was the mother of the groom. Somehow, she had yet to step foot into Casual Edge Boutique so she figured she might as well give it a try. With 'casual' in the name, she wasn't exactly sure if she'd find what she was looking for but it couldn't hurt to look, right? When she stepped inside, she was greeted by a woman whom she could only assume was the owner. Though she usually preferred to be left alone while shopping, this was one instance where she didn't mind having a little assistance. "Thank you so much," she said, her voice soft and polite. "I've never actually been here, it's a lovely place you have--I was wondering, do you sell dresses that would be suitable for a wedding? Or is this store more streetwear focused?"

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OPEN LOCATION: casual edge boutique. @boneyardstarters

although he hadn't ever understood her, emmeline would always be grateful to her father for the life she now had. she'd never really had the opportunity to hold down a job for very long but after she purchased a unit and it had become a boutique, she had finally felt some sense of achievement. business wasn't exactly booming but it was comfortable enough and she enjoyed that she'd come across different people. hearing the door charm ring, she smiled. it was a quiet afternoon so she'd sit on the comfortable chair at the counter. "welcome. please do take a good look at everything it has to offer and if something isn't quite right for you, do let me know! i mean, i've mended a lot of it myself but i'm not open to critique or if things need adjusting for a person." after how much she'd felt like an outcast, of being unworthy, emmeline would always go above and beyond if she could.

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"well... i can still hear bats. i think, anyways." the unreliable narrator, that's how emmeline hall had been cast as from a really young age and she had tried her best to control it. there was no particular point of conquering it enough so she could just live but her father's donation, perhaps a sign of the guilt and love he had for her, had made a massive impact on her. the boutique - it was hers and she could mend things to make sure they found a good home or reimagine them until they did. her violin abilities were incredible when she was young and that had translated to textiles. "i've tried to train my body to nott want coffee coffee, decaf isn't actually that bad but it's definitely sweeter. oooh and i love a herbal tea an hour before i need to sleep. the action of drinking it is soothing." emmeline nodded but her frow burrowed. "sorry, didn't sleep last night much." how could she? she knew what was out there but she felt she couldn't say it out loud explicitly again because it wouldn't be good for her. "have you noticed... strange things here?" her eyes widened as she looked towards the side slightly.

OPEN: to everyone @boneyardstarters

LOCATION: the waffle cottage, morning

Why did mob types always seem to have a nasty habit of, ehem, making messes that needed cleaning up at ungodly hours? Just once, Tatum would love to have a call be at like, 4pm on a Thursday. But no. Apparently, high noon in mob terms was 2am, or whenever Tate was dead-to-the-world asleep. Which was why now, she was positively exhausted, having failed to get back to sleep after her cleaning gig the night prior. She was doing her best to not appear like an extra from Night of the Living Dead, but it was a struggle. “I think it’s gonna be a 4 cups of coffee kind of day today.” Tate groaned, the sound dropping off into a laugh. She nodded to her companion, or rather, the person opposite her in the booth who she’d invited for a late breakfast. “Be honest, how many coffees can I have before you think I start buzzing at a frequency only dogs can hear?” She joked.

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emmeline's eyes widened at the newscast, something that made the woman feel incredibly uneasy. "see-" she nodded, not giving any context to the monologue that was going on in her head. her voice was quiet, mellow yet her face showing panic. it was hard to grapple with such things, to accept something didn't exist when so many signs cried from its existence. the woman nodded to herself again, her eyes still wide as she fidgeted with the many rings on her fingers, a mix of gold and silver - she had never really liked silver but it was a necessity - anything to help (at least she hoped it would). finally turning back to the other, she nodded and gae somewhat of a forced smile. "please can i have a double vodka soda, please?" her eyes quickly wandered off again as she proceeded to look over her shoulder, at the door as if she would be able to see the outside when it was nothing but darkness. had the bar been her best option or would she have been better closing up shop and secluding herself in her little apartment behind all of the deterrents. the woman was about to shake it all off when suddenly, she heard it - a sign. "i'm sorry, what? stake? you said stake, right?" she pointed towards him, his true nature being an absolute secret. "as in..." she leaned in and checked back behind her before turning back to him. "...not the meat." emmeline's eyes were wide once more.

@boneyardstarters at the mean-eyed cat bar

After giving a PTA mom a covert look of judgment for ordering a Bloody Mary, of everything on the menu of specials, and scraping some asshole's tip in change off one of the booths and side-eyeing the coins to count them rather than look directly into the ugly mug of old George Washington, Cyrek was ready to give his attention to a regular at the bar who wasn't bitching and moaning into his deaf ear. "The usual, or you want somethin' else?" A pair of mismatched eyes hovered over their shoulder to stare at the newscasting of the latest about a victim with no blood and guts, and Vegas' finest doing really fuck-all beyond spinning their heads. "You hear the news? Bet they got no idea who it is this time, either. You'd think they would've pinned down a frequent spot and staked it out or whatever." As if the MC needed the potential for a detective to breathe down their neck more than one already was, but he digressed; small talk about local happenings keyed him up to where they should avoid, and the rumors circulating around. "I got this month's specials out now, too." Reaching under the bar to slap down a laminated sheet for some Boozy Bunny or carrot juice-infused cocktails, the latter of which reminded him of when he'd pureed the vegetable into baby food with a pot and a processor. "Unless someone gets mowed down by a guy in a bunny suit next and we gotta put those on hold, too."

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HEY, i think i just saw EMMELINE HALL walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and you’ll learn the FORTY EIGHT YEAR OLD is working as the OWNER/SEAMSTRESS OF CASUAL EDGE BOUTIQUE and lives in SOLSTICE APARTMENTS. given they are COMPASSIONATE but CONFUSED, it’s likely that they ARE NOT a vampire. i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to IRONIC by ALANIS MORISSETTE and you’ll know why they’re called THE ECCENTRIC MENTOR. ☾ .⭒˚ cis woman + she/her. pansexual + cancer. 

mentions: mental illness, psychosis, delusions, mental breakdown

about:

her parents weren't the best of friends and it was a situation-ship that quickly fell apart. it was agreed that her father would take her and raise her. she wouldn't really feel rejected by her mother until much later on.

she was always a creative child, one described as having too much of an imagination. emmeline always preferred fiction over fact, playing different people and would try to put on a show to her father but he never seemed to be bothered. if anything, it made him less interested in her because he saw her as someone who'd grow to like theatres and musicals - he hated those kind of people.

she learned the violin when she was younger and picked it up very fast - could pre-empt notes before she was even told, bit of a genius but that was never followed up.

school was something she'd always wanted to do well in, she tried but was easily distracted by others. emmeline was one to always be easily influenced by her peers. she was intelligent but as soon as she learnt that getting full marks on tests would leave to incessant teasing, she'd get things wrong on purpose to 'balance herself out'. despite her need to be in a creative environment, to stand out, she wanted to fit in.

emmeline was a quiet child up until around ten. she was a little odd, loved performing, the arts but her mother wanted to push her towards academia. she was never a stranger to stress. even in her younger years, emmeline would get upset if she didn't know an answer to a question in class, get so embarrassed to the point of crying instantly because of it. it never took her long to get over it.

everything seemed to change with her as soon as she believed vampires were outside her house, that they were just waiting for her and she would get very upset very quickly. refusing to leave her bedroom and not sleeping caused many arguments with her father but as soon as he found a knife under her pillow, he knew it was serious and took her to a hospital.

from that moment on, she'd be in and out of hospital for the foreseeable future. her father knew that she wasn't well, that she was terrified but he couldn't understand feelings without logic to back them up. emmeline let her emotions and worries control her whilst he had tried to teach her to supress it.

when her father passed, emmeline bought casual edge boutique with some of the funds that had landed in her bank account. it was bittersweet though as she felt like she'd always let the man down.

it suits her very well. she's very friendly - tries her best to help people find things they like in a very not sale-sy way but she's not that into the profit. of course she has to pay her electricity but her father had left her more than she was expecting so, for now, she's content with her little living space and the boutique.

she is known for ranting theories at random people, even if it is just in an undertone. it's not that she feels unsafe here as she's learned to deal with that feeling but she can't help but feel like what she believed when she was younger was true...

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Simone Kessell as Lottie Matthews Yellowjackets season 3 episode 2: "Dislocation"