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𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢,

“No,” Lorelei said. “He’s not going to be okay. I mean, who would be after all that happened? Your body couldn’t handle it and as for your brain, well. I would be surprised if he can sleep at all but for the dark circles I saw under his eyes that’s not an option,” she added. “I wouldn’t sleep if I were Red. I’m hundred percent sure he sees his wife every time he closes his eyes and that’s torture”

She had seen it multiple times after a funeral. For some reason, she found herself face to face with the person who had just lost a loved one and their faces were not the same. She knew it for experience after her parent’s passed and she had a hard time concentrating on anything that wasn’t them. Her aunts had to gave her a few herbs to calm her down and make her sleep, otherwise she would have been awake for weeks. “He won’t be okay until he finds what he’s looking for, if he even finds it, to be honest. But, darkness works in mysterious ways.”

--------  true.  there  was  no  doubt  in  anyone’s  mind  that  red  was  not  okay.  in  fact,  he  was  probably  the  furthest  away  from  ' okay ’  after  what  had  just  went  down.  she  couldn’t  help  but  feel  silly  for  asking  in  the  first  place.  “ i feel bad for the man. ”  susie  wasn’t  sure  what  she  would  do  if  she  was  in  his  shoes   ;  especially  to  have  everything  so  ..  publicized  -----  though ,  he  didn’t  help  with  that  by  doing  threatening  the  mayor  at  a  community  celebration.

luckily  (  or  unluckily  depending  on  how  you  see  it  )  ,  susie  hadn’t  experienced  much  death  thus  far  in  her  24  years  on  earth.  she  didn’t  have  very  many  family  members  in  wade  ;  most  of  their  whereabouts  weren’t  known  by  susie  or  her  parents.  the  only  death  she’d  really  experienced  was  the  “death”  of  the  multiple  plants  she’d  had  growing  up  -------  which  was  absolutely  nothing  compared  to  this.  “ i think i’m .. scared, almost, for when--- if he finds what he’s looking for. ”  the  femme  admits. “ i mean , what if what he finds is  .. bad ?  and only makes things worse ? ”  sometimes  the  unknown  is  better ,  susie  things.

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𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞,

Everyone, Frankie included, looked – or rather, stared – when Red Johnson pinned the Mayor against the wall, and then flipped a fucking table. Frankie could admit that the display had shocked her, though apparently not nearly so much as the girl in front of her, who’d flung her arms around Frankie the moment the table had crashed to the ground. The red on her cheeks was enough of a sign to Frankie that she was embarrassed about what she’d done – and yeah, it was pretty embarrassing – so when the girl offered an apology, Frankie gave a nonchalant shrug. No need to make it any worse than it already was.

But then she asked Frankie if she though Red was going to be okay, and the freckle-faced girl deduced that the interaction had definitely gotten worse.

“I wouldn’t use that word personally,” Frankie responded, her eyes drifting away from Susie and back towards the destroyed table. “What do you think?”

her  chest  falls  in  defeat  at  the  response  she’d  gotten.  her  eyes ,  too ,  glance  at  the  broken  table  &  splattered  goods.  she  immediately  pushes  down  the  urge  to  cry  before  speaking  :  “ i guess that was a silly question to ask after that . . . ”  the  femme  rubs  her  forearm ,  unsure  of  what  to  say  next.

her  glistening  eyes  turn  to  the  mayor  who  was  still  recovering  from  what  had  just  happened. “ i have to admit that i would hate to be the mayor at a time like this. ”  susie  couldn’t  imagine  the  everlasting  stress  that  man  has  to  deal  with  -----  which  was  only  heightened  by  what  red  had  just  threatened. “ think the cops will finally start pulling their weight now ? ”

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the  femme  couldn’t  shake  off  the  feeling  that  something  bad  was  going  to  happen  during  the  spring  celebration  ;  it  had  been  ,  after  all ,  the  first  since  josie’s  passing.  &  the  second  that  iffy  feeling  left ,  red  walked  in.  she  looked  at  the  other  and  furrowed  her  eyebrows  at  the  fact  that  his  first  instinct  was  to  record  the  poor  man. “ dude--- ”

she  watched  anxiously  at  the  altercation  --  unsure  of  who  to  feel  bad  for.  red  for  having  a  public  outburst  (  and  for  losing  his  wife  in  the  weirdest  fucking  way  )  or  for the  mayor  for  being  the  abrupt  victim  of  said  outburst.  all  susie  knew  was  that  she  was  glad  red’s  anger  wasn’t  being  directed  at  her.

the  sigh  that  escaped  her  after  red  left  was  long  ;  as  if  she’d  unknowingly  held  her  breath  the  entire  time  he  was  in  the  area.  blue  hues  turn  to  tommy  before  rolling. “ he deserves better than to be on wwe, ”  she  said.  the  only  reason  she  even  knew  about  those  fighting  shows  was  because  her  father  was  quite  fond  of  watching  them  after  downing  a  few  beers. “ give him an mma contact at least. ”  sure ,  susie  feels  bad  for  joking  but  it  was  one  of  the  only  ways  she  knew  how  to  cope  with  stress. “ i honestly didn’t know the old man had that in him. ”  her  attention  turns  to  the  mayor  who  is  validly  shaken  up. “ i’d hate to be him right now -- ”

time: just after red’s departure location: meeting hall status: open !!

Tommy attended the annual Spring celebration for a few different reasons, one of the lesser being the fact that his mom insisted on it — “You’re never seen with this family, Tommy, and it’ll do you good to get out of that basement,” She would say, flustered that the neighbours might start discussing her business — and also because he wasn’t one to turn down company. But the main reason was because if something was to happen Tommy didn’t want to miss it, and boy did something happen.

As soon as Red had made his rather dramatic entrance, a half-laughed exclamation of ‘oh shit!’ had befallen Tommy’s lips and he had immediately whipped out his phone to record the whole thing. Josie’s disappearance and the events leading up to it had gripped Tommy’s interest and he had been running an investigation of his own, not that much of it really pieced together at this point. The only explanation he could really find was that shit was just weird, but that didn’t look good in writing. 

After the discourse and Red’s even more dramatic exit, Tommy pocketed his phone and let out another light-hearted chuckle. “Man, they should get that guy on WWE, they could call him the Mayor Fucker.” He laughed, observing the food splattered all over the floor after Red’s pretty epic table flip. “Did you see that?” He wasn’t quite aware of how stupid a question it was, but it struck up conversation nonetheless.

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for  whatever  reason  susie  feels  the  need  to  hold  her  breath  when  she  sees  red  walk  in.  she’s  seen  herself  in  the  mirror  enough  times  to  know  what  someone  looks  like  when  they  haven’t  had  a  weeks  worth  of  sleep.  she  takes  a  step  back ,  nearly  bumping  into  the  person  behind  her.  the  louder  red’s  voice  got ,  the  more  her  hands  seem  to  shake.  she’d  never  heard  him  be  so  serious  before.

susie’s  eyes  are  watching  her  homemade  pie  as  the  entire  table  falls  to  the  ground.  the  crashing  noise  causes  her  to  --  quite  literally  --  jump  onto  the  person  next  to  her.  it  takes  only  seconds  for  the  femme  to  realize  she  was  attached  to  the  other  &  her  cheeks  reddened.  susie  took  a  step  away.  “ er-- sorry about that, ”  she  clears  her  throat  &  rubs  her  forearm.  the  femme  tries  her  best  to  keep   eye  contact  away  from  the  mayor.  she  turns  to  the  one  she  was  wrapped  around  just  moments  ago  &  asks :

                                  “ do you think  ...  red’s going to be okay ? ”

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susie  wasn’t  originally  planning  on  eating  at  red’s  but  there’s  an  odd  turn  of  events  &  she  finds  herself  sitting  in  a  booth  with  a  plate  of  eggs ,  toast  and  bacon  sat  in  front  of  her.  it  smells  delicious  ,  no  doubt.  but  her  mind  is  too  occupied  for  her  to  really  enjoy  the  meal  ;  how  was  red  doing ?  how  was  the  family  holding  up  after  josie’s  death ?  are  the  police  doing  everything  they  can ?  are  they----

the  femme  doesn’t  realize  how  long  she’s  been  staring  at  her  plate.  she  only  comes  back  to  her  senses  when  she  hears  someone’s  voice.  with  a  sip  of  her  apple  juice ,  her  attention  turns  to  the  other. “ ... ”  taxes  ?  her  parents  are  the  ones  who  take  care  of  all  of  that  so  she  isn’t  completely  sure  how  to  respond. “ err -- i’m sorry, i’m not the one who does taxes in my household. ”  -----  a  subtle  way  of  saying  i  have  no  fucking  idea  dude ,  she  thinks. “ i could ask my mother to help you out ? she’s a smart woman, i’m sure she could at least help explain what everything means . . ? ”

           she  cringes. “ sorry i couldn’t be more help .. i’ve heard taxes are a pain. ”

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He’s jittery when he sits by the counter at Red’s and it’s probably not just the coffee’s fault — anyone asks, though, it is, and Wade’s thinking that five cups in one sitting might be the magic number to share with other people, even if he’s just had one. The empty plate stares back at him, the first proper breakfast he’s had in days scarfed down at the speed of light. He pushes it away and half-lays across the counter, his fingers tapping on the surface, his left leg bouncing up and down. He feels both full of energy and super drowsy at the same time and figures that he just needs a little more time to wake up. It’s been two hours already, sure, but he needs more time.

“Have you done your taxes yet?” he turns to the person closest to him,  and while the conversation starter is half I’m just gonna say whatever and half do you know people who can do my taxes, it sort of sounds like he’s genuinely interested. He is…ish? Who’s he kidding, he really fucking isn’t. “That shit’s fucking complicated, man. I don’t do forms and shit.”

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stress    -----  that  was  what  most  people  called  it.  overwhelming ,  paralyzing ,  horrible  stress.  the  last  susie  had  checked  ,  it  was  . . .  late.  which  was  the  reason  for  said  stress ,  she  assumed.  the  femme  had  been  working  only  hours  prior  to  this  moment  &  she  couldn’t  quite  remember  why  she  was  sat  on  this  bench ,  at  this  time.  ‘𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑒.’  her  mother  would  say.  so maybe  -  just  maybe  -  there  was  a  reason  for  her  being  at  the  park.

susie  has  her  face  in  her  hands  &  only  perks  her  head  up  when  she  hears  a  familiar  voice.  she  tries  her  best  to  make  it  seem  like  she  wasn’t  crying  but  the  red ,  puffy  eyes  and  dark  under eye  circles  are  an  immediate  giveaway.  “ percy--- what are you doing here ? ”  susie  takes  a  shaky  inhale  at  the  mention  that  it’s  getting  late.  how  late  could  it  be ?  “ i-- ”  she  exhales  ;  almost  as  if  she’s  defeated  for  whatever  reason.  the  femme  rises  to  her  feet.

                                            “ i would love a ride home if that’s okay. ”

with whom: anyone

Percy didn’t often get too involved in other people’s business. It was kind of hard in a small town, there were rumors about everything to the Josie thing all the way down to if some kids mom had paid off the local ref for that football win. It was a lot of noise and while she would keep up with just enough to have something entertaining to tell her dad (the true gossip of the family), she didn’t care much.

However, she couldn’t quite help herself when, on her way home from work she noticed someone sitting alone on a park bench. Her bike idled as she slowed down, kicking the kick stand carefully before pulling off her helmet. “Hey. You– uhm– you good?” She hesitated before moving closer, still pretty unsure as she managed to make it into the light of a streetlamp and show herself to the other.

“I have a spare helmet in my bag in you need a ride somewhere. It’s getting kinda… late, yeah?”

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Her eyes said more than words can say.

(via difficult)

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GREETINGS  !!!   i’m  amanda  ( 19, she/her )  &  can  i  just  say  how  genuinely  excited  i  am  to  be  here  ---  i’m  very  much  looking  forward  to  meeting  you  all  +  your  characters  and  unfolding  secrets  and  getting  excited  with  y’all  and  just  fdjkgh !!

ANYWAY  ..  under  the  cut ,  you’ll  find  information  on  my  baby  girl ,  susie ,  as  well  as  some  connection  ideas  ~  ♡

also  my  d!scord  is  coochpetals#3608  if  you  prefer  plotting  /  chatting  over  there  —

BASICS

full  name:  susie  annette  hawthorne.

nicknames:  peach.

age:  24 years old.

dob  &  zodiac:  september  12th  &  virgo.

language(s)  spoken: english, primary  &  french, learning.

occupation:  masked stripper.

SKILLSET

→  very poor | poor | okay | good | very good

kissing:  good.

singing:  very good.

dancing:   poor.

cooking:  okay.

hygiene:  very good.

flirting:  okay.

luck:   okay.

BACKSTORY

⚠️ triggers:  mentions of implied child & domestic abuse. indicated by **

born at home to a librarian turned stay-at-home mom, annette  &  highly respected priest, fergus.

once susie was old enough to properly understand words, sentences + meanings, strict rules were set in place. some of these rules included:

No talking to boys.

Keep your posture straight.

No swearing.

No staying up past 10pm.

Absolutely no sexual activity.

susie was an unexpected pregnancy that took a toll on her parent’s marriage. it started out slow  ; bickering about how fergus leaves the toilet seat up and whose turn it was to help with homework.

** & by age 12, susie had grown used to the sound of shattering plates and unexplained bruises her mother desperately tried to cover with concealer.

by the time she was 13, she had gotten bored of the same old routine. & in turn, this made her sneak out after curfew ... needless to say, she only got to break rules for 2 days before getting caught.

** for 2 weeks, no one saw her. she’d been excused from school, hadn’t contacted friends, and was never seen walking around town at all. it wasn’t until the 3rd week that susie slowly started to be seen but she was ... different.

there was also now an unexplained scar on the left side of her neck.

it took nearly a month for her to fully get back to the girl she used to be. & no one really knows what happened during the 2 weeks of her absence.

upon turning 18, she started to get bored again. but to prevent going missing for 2 weeks, she snuck her laptop into her room and started a cam girl account. susie figured it would be a good way to not only experience some sexual activity but she would also get money and attention  --  two things she very much felt deprived of.

to hide her identity, she bought a black bunny mask to wear during her shows as well as came up with an alias: peach.

at age 21, susie was ready to take her job to the next level. at that point, she had kept what she did a secret for 3 years. she had spent much of her free time practicing different dance moves to different songs and finally worked up the courage to audition.

she did the entire process in her bunny mask and with great surprise, had gotten the job that night!

was very negatively affected by the news of josie’s death. they’d been neighbours for all of susie’s life & her parents were rather close to the johnson family.

the now 24 year old is holding her own little investigation to try and figure out what the hell happened to josie... primarily so she has something to do with her time instead of just sitting inside watching time pass.

sure, it’s a morbid time passer. but at least it’s something.

OTHER INFO

closeted bisexual  &  leans more towards women.

her family is very much the definition of “picture perfect on the outside & a fucking mess on the inside” ; susie will tell you straight up that her father is a good man despite the shit he does to not ruin his image ( & because she knows what he’ll do if he finds out she said that about him ).

it’s a hawthrone family tradition for the only child to live with their parents until they pass away  &  .. susie is an only child so she’s going to be living with them for a very long time.

susie has been described as being: a sweetheart, a priss, a teacher’s pet, overly friendly, chipper, annoying, fake.

she has frequent nightmares but isn’t sure why.

the fam actually have a 2 year old golden retriever named honey! It was a gift to annette for her 47th birthday from Fergus and susie. susie absolutely adores her.

susie learned how to lucid dream so she can at least feel free in her dreams.

also her curfew has been pushed up to 11:30pm.

CONNECTION IDEAS.

current lover.

best friend.

bad influence who encourages her to drink + smoke + stay out late.

childhood friend.

mutual or one-sided crush.

frenemy / enemy.

mutual annoyance.

LITERALLY ANYTHING @ ALL !!

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