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gael salazar​ .

 GAEL  ALREADY  WASN’T  A  HUGE  FAN  of  kids,  let  alone  energized  ones  that  seemed  to  be  going  completely  insane  from  all  the  sugar  their  irresponsible  parents  allowed  them  to  eat  that  evening  alone.  but  he  also  couldn’t  exactly  complain  much  when  it  had  been  his  own  choice  to  be  there  that  night.  “maybe  it  is  time  for  a  new  lore–you  roswell  people  don’t  get  tired  of  milkin’  the  fuck  outta  that  alien  bullshit?”  he  shakes  his  head,  taking  a  large  bite  from  his  treat.  “booze  probably  ain’t  the  best  idea  for  someone’s  who’s  already  got  murder  on  his  mind  from  bein’  bumped  into  all  night,  don’t  ya  think?”  gael  cocks  his  head  to  the  side  before  he  chuckles  lightly.  “nah,  just  messin’  with  ya.  don’t  like  kids,  man.  they  get  on  my  nerves.”

❝ people will never be sick of it . it’s too easy of a gimmick . ❞ and that it was . likely drawing extra tourists to events like these , that were sure only meant for locals . man , there seemed to be hundreds of people here . if emmett had more than mere pennies to his name , he would have joined the other in a bite of camaraderie , but instead sleeves of his costume-less button up are adjusted . ❝ i thought being intoxicated was a good excuse for illegal things ?? don’t you get lesser time or something ?? ❞ something he should know , he thinks . not that he’s intentionally thinking of partaking in any crime tonight . maybe hoping to sneak into a few things for free but that didn’t count , did it ?? ❝ if you decide to go on a child killing rampage , we never had this conversation . ❞ a wink shot in gael’s direction .

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flora summers ​.

Pressing her lips together, Flora gave a thoughtful hum. “I’m not sure, actually,” she admitted after a moment of pondering. Now that she thought about it, she did catch herself at cafés a lot more usually anyways but that didn’t make her enjoy the place any less. Her eyes remained on him when she noticed the squint, her lips curling up in amusement before she gave a nod. “Green…,”she repeated and switched it back, tilting her head as if to double check before she laughed. “Ew! You’re right – I like it anyways, I think it goes with a lot but especially green and orange? That’s dangerous clown territory now that you mention it,” she agreed before letting out a breath, nodding at the coupon. “Do you need help with that?”

there wasn’t much room for hating on the colour orange . not from someone who owned a particularly bright orange beanie . one that , from far away you could mix up with the sight of a traffic cone . but still , emmett’s stance remains the same . totally clown colours . visions of lime greens and neon oranges swirling into scary , clown nightmare fuel . especially this time of year . ❝ they’d make a sweet costume together , though . top tier clown . better than anything you could find at callisto . ❞ gaze flickers back down to the half-crumpled coupon in his palm , missing a chunk from the corner . ❝ yeah , if you could tell me if there are any exclusions on this . not sayin’ im blind , but they made the font only legible to ants . ❞ 

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❝ woah , no need to go all psycho killer , dude . ❞ eyes widen at the utterance . sure , kids were annoying as hell , but that was part of the thrill of shocktober fest . beyond being scared shitless that was  . ❝ a halloween massacre ??  it’d be kinda rad and all for roswell to flip the switch from aliens to halloween murder lore , but i think we got enough goin’ on . you should find your way to the booze tent before you get to that point my guy . ❞

LOCATION: shocktober fest! AVAILABILITY: open, @roswellstarters​

 “FUCKIN’  HELL,  MAN.”  gael  complains  as  someone  bumps  into  his  shoulder  for  what  felt  like  the  tenth  time  in  the  last  half  hour  or  so.  all  the  yelling,  running,  food  spilling  and  crazed  kids  high  on  sugar  had  been  putting  him  on  the  worst  mood  of  his  life.  but  he  still  wanted  to  enjoy  some  goddamn  corndogs  at  the  damn  festival.  “if  someone  almost  spill  their  drink  on  me  one  more  time,  i  might  be  inclined  to  turn  this  into  a  real  horror  fest.”

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the lack of presence at the ticket booth is what draws emmett in . as much fun as it is to walk around the woods admiring all of the costumes , the fomo of not paying to get in on all the haunts and spooks was starting to get real . all hopes of getting in and poking around for free are almost crush as someone approaches . until the realization that it’s his own flesh and blood , hiding behind a thick layer of face paint . ❝ perfect . so you can let me poke around for free , then . since nobody is around . why aren’t you -- ?? demons don’t take snack breaks ?? ❞ 

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Rollo had attached their demon tail to the fanny pack they were wearing. It was currently hidden beneath the shirt of their outfit. Their face was painted red and black, and the rest of their body had matching colours. They didn’t think they looked perfectly the part, but in the dark nobody cared, as long as you played it well. And it was easy to scare people who knew they were going to be scared. 

“Hi, hello, Uhm, we’re closed for thirty so everyone can grab some food,” they said when someone walked up to the closed ticket booth.

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facial features try their best not to wear any judgement . the male understood that to some , their pets were their babies and it was clear that was the case with aylin . maybe if pennies stretched a little further , costanza too would have a bowtie for every occasion and not just a discount rack collar . fingertips lift a branch from the forest wreckage and toss it as far as an arm can swing , sending the small mutt on the chase . ❝  he’s a very distinguished gentleman , ❞ emmett finally agrees . ❝  he’ll need somewhere to parade all of his bowties . like , a real corporate job . gotta hustle and make those bones to pitch in on all these bows , y’know ?? the least he could do . ❞

closed starter / location: frazier woods (@fckemms​) 

aylin was on a dog walk with emmett and his dog, she’d dressed up cooper especially, in a spooky halloween bow tie. “now this might make me sound a bit like a CRAZY dog mom” aylin pauses for a second, “but i’ve bought a bunch of different cute bow ties for coop, all halloween themed” she tells emmett, waiting for a reaction, “and i might’ve got enough so he can wear a different one everyday”. 

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striker cannon​ .

striker couldn’t have been blamed for not immediately recognising emmett — for one , multiple head hits and concussions meant that his memory wasn’t all that great anymore , and the last time he had seen the moore family together was nearly a decade before . the younger male , now , was yet another face that he avoided in his morning dashes back to the cannon trailer , wearing nothing but oversized white briefs after spending the night sleeping beneath a sheet of tarpaulin in the bed of his pickup truck . “ i ain’t got buried nowhere this time , and i got connections at the pony that mean they don’t sling me out on the street anymore . t’was a one-sided fight between and a barbed wire fence back at the ranch . no prizes for guessin’ who came out on top , “ ribbons clung to his shoulders as they traversed the rails , striker’s legs bent at the knees in an attempt to cower his 6′1″ body behind the garments so the owner wouldn’t scream at his barely-clothed form . taking the shirt from emmett ( without complaint , for many of his shirts were women’s fit and barely hemmed the top of his belly button ) he backed against a wall , shielding his bare back from the gaze of the moore , “ that makes two of us , “ 

beady eyes do their best not to look sketchy post - shirt exchange with striker . neither of them could afford to pay the primo couple of dollar price tag attached to the garment . the cashier , luckily , seems to be in an oblivious state . rocking a pair of a few decade old foam headphones that looked to be attached to portable cassette player of sorts . wherever they’d been transported in time , they weren’t looking in males’ direction and that’s all that mattered . ❝ a fence did all that ?? ❞ theres a sort of skeptical look to his gaze . sure by now , at his ripe age , he could maneuver his way around a fence . ❝ you know those things are barbed right ?? ‘s in the name . best not to pick fights with ‘ em . ❞ there’s a glance back over shoulder , giving striker as much privacy as a grown man changing in the middle of a thrift store aisle could get , and to check that the cashier was still preoccupied . the last thing they needed was to be thrown out for petty theft .  ❝ you could probably come up with a cooler story . and if you didn’t change i bet we could spook some of the asshole landry kids at the park . unless you need medical attention . that’s pretty gnarly , dude . ❞

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tash tehari .

Massoud narrowed their eyes again, not liking the way the other called them boss, not liking Emmett’s attitude in general. But if they fired him… well, that seemed way less fun than actually keeping him around and finding new and interesting ways to make his day awful. If anyone asked, it was because Emmett in general was a shit employee. He knew the effect drugs had, and he knew having those types of people on the work floor… “Depends on how much attention you’re paying,” they said with some annoyance. “Now, what do we do about the other thing,” they said, taking a very obvious wiff.

emmett never particularly excelled at anything . easily lost in the shuffle of his siblings . plagued by extreme middle child syndrome . only ever striving for mediocrity now , but at least he’s consistent . it carries across to his part time gig no doubt , sure tash is coming to pick up on that . they’d have to be blind not to notice . but with the big wig’s breath down his back , hands are a little clammier than usual . pricy prescriptions and the need to feed his beloved pooch were reasons enough that emmett needed this job . not to mention , he couldn’t be the one to run home , begging sparrow for a place to stay in their family trailer all because he lost his job over a puff off a joint . ❝ the other thing , ❞ emmett repeats , still ‘ playing ‘ dumb , ignoring the obvious as fingers fumbled to re-tie the plastic bag . ❝ oh , the racoons ?? or the rats ?? maybe they are giant cats getting in the bins , but i was thinking fornax might sell locks big enough to latch on to the dumpsters . ❞ perhaps maybe , just maybe , his ramblings and ‘ genius ‘ ideas for unwanted critters getting in to trash would be enough to throw him off .

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if it wasn’t for the promotional coupon , clipped from the right corner of the penny saver , emmett would have never stepped foot in the joint . nothing like some gimmicky named sludge , served at a high price to suck dry the wallets of various tourists . how roswell . it reminded him more of los angeles , though . all things considered . like his two worlds colliding  . all that was missing were the high priced salads ( hold the dressing ) , the yoga studio next door , and the creepily coined ‘ yummy mummies .‘ ❝ does this place even see any business outside of summer months ?? it’s all they got . ❞ eyes are glued to the fine print , squinting to read the exclusions of the discount , and if they’ll up charge for whatever the hell collagen even is . it sounds gross , which intrigues the male even more so . ❝ green , ❞ he breathes back before he’s actually even seen the options . a quick glance confirms his choice . ❝ definitely green . nothing personal against orange , but it reminds me of clown colors . nobody should fuck with clowns . what does orange even go with ?? ❞ 

Location: Juice-ton We Have a Problem 🍹

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Flora had never really been a people person, though that wasn’t entirely true - she liked her people, those she’d known for years and years on end. Those she’d grown comfortable and close with or at least knew in one way or another. Being an introvert in a small town seemed almost too good to be true and maybe that was why she’d never left for longer than a few days at a time and she liked that everyone knew each other while others hated that fact. She didn’t consider that a bad thing though, it was just how she functioned best. She liked being surrounded by things she understood and knew how to navigate. So there she was, sitting in her usual spot in the shop, a small table by the window with an half emptied glass of some tropical concoction standing in front of her - a delicious result of a nonchalant “Surprise me.”. 

She liked to come here for inspiration all the time. People watching always seemed to kick her creativity back into gear after it had seemingly hibernated out of the blue. But now, with the occasional rays of sunlight hitting her face through the window, she felt as content and ready as she could be. “Is it just me or are we all trying so hard to hold on to summer for a little longer while we still can? I feel like this drink will be off season before we know it,” she mumbled, looking back at the person nearby with the usual warm glimmer in her eyes and a friendly smile on her lips. “I like that the days are still longer, though…it helps getting some work done,” she added, nodding at the drawing tablet in front of her but bit back any more comments about the weather. “Speaking of…,” her lips twitched into a grin as Flora quickly dropped that topic, “green or orange for the background of this print? I’ve been switching them back and forth for an hour now so I think I need some help - in every way,” she joked. “I’ll even buy you a goodie, promise,” she added, almost a little desperate at this point. ”Anything to put me out of this misery.”

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kaya braxton .

“No, yeah – ‘course,” Kaya returns, slim shoulders jumping in acknowledgement. “Manifesting some good ass-sucking in your romantic future, bestie.”

She makes a show of it: Palms pressing together, rising up to beg high heaven while a solemn expression softens her features. Not that she’s totally certain of Emmett’s actual ass-sucking proclivity, but all is fair in joke’n’jest, or something like that.

“That’s what all the cry-babies say.” Kaya’s elbows sit on the backrest of her seat as she slouches, smug smirk in place, “the stars made me do it! Mercury’s making me cry, I swear!”

the ass-sucking manifestations are appreciated , even in the event that kaya’s sentiments are laced heavy in sarcasm . emmett supposes he could do with all the help he can get , no matter astrological preference , or whatever one was into when it came to ‘ sucking ‘ . for the record , he’ll remind kaya later , he’s not into that . emmett hates to admit , but he’s going to take the rest of her suggestions to heart when it comes to his dating profile . mental note made to research further into the depths of love and astrological signs . ❝ i’m not a crybaby !! ❞  the protest not helping his case  , exactly what someone who was a cry baby would say . ❝ i can’t even remember the last time i shed a tear , so maybe those sign things are faulty . how do you figure the month you were born determines if you’re gonna be moody , or a loner , or whatever , anyway ?? ❞ 

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Lance --> Emmett

lance: this is why i like you, emmett

lance: you encourage playing hookey - that sounds way better than going to work anyway

lance: you wanna come over and smoke a bowl together?

emmett: i’m not always a genius but when i am, i’m pretty genius

emmett: you just gotta remember back this day when you’re stuck eating sketti-o’s because your check is lacking. it’ll totally be worth it

emmett: i’m game, i’ll even hold your hair back for you

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halloween was really only a holiday emmett looked forward to as a kid . a night to be whoever you wanted , to get free candy and sickeningly binge it all on the way home . if there was even a speck trace of a starburst or kitkat left , sure fire one of his siblings would claim it as their own . but now as an adult , the holiday seemed rather moot — despite his glorious costume contest win last year . ❝ people go pretty hard for the costume contest . but consider yourself screwed if you don’t have your costume set already . better off duds is slim pickings the entire month , and don’t even bother with the costume store , dude . ❞ overpriced . a war of mom’s who could afford to fight over the last trendy costume of the year . 

status: open @roswellstarters​ location: main street  date: 1st october 

          SOFIA  was  one  of  those  people  that  absolutely  loved  Halloween,   so  knowing  that  Roswell  was  one  of  those  towns  that  had  a  celebration  made  them  really  excited  to  see  what  would  happen.   A  costume  contest  sounded  great,   Sofia  was  already  brainstorming  costume  ideas.   Personally,   they  were  always  the  one  to  go  over  the  top  when  it  came  to  costumes.   “Hey,   have  you  lived  here  long?   What  do  they  usually  do  for  Halloween  around  here?   Are  there  parties?   How  soon  should  I  start  preparing?   I  need  to  get  some  fun  stuff  for  my  house  to  decorate.” 

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the warning comes almost too late . it’s like one of those cartoons where a piano falls from a window and crushes the character - at least that’s what emmett thinks as the loud PING is heard just inches away from his shoe . whole body tenses , expecting something to land directly on his head . that was just the type of luck he has . but once the ring makes contact with the cement , and head is still attached to his body , does emmett bend to pick up the shiny object , tossing head back to get a good look at eli above . ❝ what are you doing up there ?? if you’re gonna throw shit on people , you gotta run . ❞ taken from experience . ❝ you think this is worth anything ?? ❞ voice beckons , rolling the ring between his fingers and holding it up for eli to see .

After spending some time metal detecting just outside Roswell, Eli sat on the rooftop of an abandoned one-floor building, looking through their discoveries at sundown. One leg swung over the edge when, in their rummaging, a ring rolled over to be kicked by their boot. A sharp ping was heard, and catching someone in their peripheral, they reacted, “Watch — ! … it.” Fuck. Trouble always seemed to follow them.

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striker cannon​ .

when it came to vices , moonshine and tennessee whiskey were further up his list than anything of the illicit kind . all that instability — the erratic behaviour , the endless speech , the obsession with bulls — was all self-made ; whether that was a benefit or not was yet to be determined . sarcasm was often lost on the man that experienced little to no socialisation growing up . their moral code was their own , discerned through lived experience , discussed between the three boys that shared the characteristics of an abusive father and an angelic mother . it was easier asking somebody else to venture into the store , for regardless of his empty pockets and his scantily-clad state , his reflection in one of the many mirrors would have been enough to topple him over an edge he was presently unaware of . “ thanks dude , i real appreciate it . ‘s been hard enough tryin’ to get to town without a — “ it was then that emmett’s tone sunk in . “ ah . you’re jus’ foolin’ around with me , ain’t you ?? “

the fleshy coloured hunks of silicone hang in his hand . only now was the recognition of that southern twang , heard echoing through the trailer park on more than one occasion , coming into light . ❝ totally messin’ with you , ❞ emmett lies , dropping the pasties back in the bin they’d been pilfered from . there was no way he was about to admit he’d mistaken striker for one of the junkies he’d shoe away from fucking one another behind the dumpsters at the end of shift at the lanes . ❝ what happened to you anyway ?? look like you kinda got buried alive . you get into a fight at the pony ?? ❞ the distraction is small talk , finally taking a good look at the older man and skirting his way between the aisles and reaching this time for an actual t-shirt , even if it is accidentally women’s fit . ❝ don’t let them see you change into that . i can’t pay for it . ❞

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Lance --> Emmett

Lance: I need your best hangover cure asap

Lance: I'm supposed to be at work in an hour and my head is bangin' louder than the cars

emmett: i'm in favor of playing hookey

emmett: smoke a bowl, go back to bed and call it a day dude

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SHAMELESS. 8X03 | GOD BLESS HER ROTTING SOUL.

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suraj das .

Suraj chuckled and then nodded. “I figured they didn’t… but I hoped they did, I think they’re about the same amount of work,” they added. Or perhaps more, to keep them clean and safe. Skin was fragile, but tattoos were forever, henna would disappear. The story made them even paler, a little frightened. “Yes, yes, I’m good,” they said, still wide-eyed. “Just… this is kind of scary, isn’t it?” They asked, looking around. “I don’t even know what to get.”

now would be a great time to carry a barf bag . something brown and made of paper to breathe through at least . judging by the loss of colour in suraj’s face , they’re going to need it . despite their utterance , emmett can’t be sure that they actually are okay . not by the looks of them . ❝ i guess i’m not really helping , huh ?? it’ll be okay . it’s fun , i promise . like riding a rollercoaster , ❞ words reassure , palm shifting to the other’s back . it was best that the stories stopped coming . instead , attention turns to the small book of flash art , opening the laminated pages so that both of them could browse , but not before waving to the employee who heard the entrance chimes go off . ❝ you never thought what you might get before ?? ❞