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scielknowles​:

Open: @hidehillstart

Location: Reign Park

Sciel had spent the entire night before thinking of a way to get his daughter out of the house. With the recent mass murders and the text messages that had reached his phone he was rather unnerved in the town. He was always careful when he want out, specially with his two year old child. Who knew what was really out here, or rather who was out there committing all of these murders. Sometimes he felt as though it was all Karma for taking himself and his daughter away from the rest of his toxic family, but then would regret the thought due to the amount of pain that these families here must be going through.

“Hello, there” Sciel spoke, as he made his way towards a bench at the park. He figured he’d just sit tight and watch his daughter play for a bit before taking her for some ice cream then back home.

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Mirage hadn’t been quite so quick with removing the benches as she might have thought. Granted, Imogen should have expected these things would take more than a few days, but still, it had been odd to walk past a park bench and see her own fake smile staring back at her. Only she hadn’t fully be able to walk past. That old itch scratched in her and she couldn’t just leave it be. And so Gen had sat herself down on the bench, pulling a Sharpie out from her bag, and had gotten to work. She’d been halfway through giving herself devil horns, when someone joined her.

Gen picked her head up, long enough to peek at who it was. “Hey,” she uttered back, habit causing her to flash a quick, well-mannered smile before turning back to her work. “Don’t mind me. Just correcting things here.”

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Imogen Church’s INSTAGRAM POST

feat. @thelukasnavarro, @marianaxrojas, @chasewilliams​

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thelennoxmacher​:

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a couple of minutes passed the time they agreed to meet and lennox felt a little bit nervous, not even knowing the reason why, there was no way imogen would stood her up, but she had focused more on the worry of if the other is doing okay. she had been staring at phone, specifically on the time left the song she’s listening too has, when she felt a warm hand on her back, lennox immediately turns to see the woman she had been waiting for. of course, the blush on her cheeks appeared too, and she made a little effort to hide it. “it’s okay! i’m just…glad you’re here, imogen.” she then gulps at the sight before her, specifically her outfit, and lennox would be lying if she denied that her knees got weak for a moment there. “i don’t–i don’t drink, if that’s okay, gen? i–erm…i love eating–i mean, food more…”

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Gen smiled at the other girl, finding something so endearing about how forthright and kind she was; innocent too. "Oh, really?" Her head tilts to the side upon learning this new information. "I didn't know. Don't worry, I'm not going to force feed you a mimosa. Though if you ever change your mind I expect to be the one to take your mimosa virginity," she said, laughter laced in her words as she slid her hand off of Lenox and lead the walk up to the host desk, stopping long enough to give them her name and be guided towards a table by the window.

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jcxsondavis​:

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Jaxson furrows her brows, given that’s the fifth response along those lines. He brushes his tongue along his lower lip as he brings his cup of coffee up to his lips as he glances towards the woman standing next to him. “Are you saying that wouldn’t work on you?” He gestures to where the man is fumbling over his words with the barista.

x

Imogen didn’t need to look at the front of the line to know just how poorly the interaction was going, better though than she imagined it would have worked on her. “Hmm... hit on with a tidal  wave of word vomit? I think I’ll pass.” Her nose wrinkled. “I am not the girl that is going to find that endearing.”

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marianaxrojas​:

location:  marianas mansion open to: @imogenchxrch​

“i love my dad, but for thanksgiving dinner to be held here with the entire family? like how am i going to kick everyone out before 8pm and be nice about it?” a sigh escaping her lips, she grabbed the plates and brought them over to the couch. handing imogen hers, she soon enough began to fill her own plate with some of the chinese food she had ordered. “you’re more than welcome to come, by the way on thanksgiving.” she was just thankful that everyone in the family that was coming was bringing a dish too. that meant it wasn’t all on her.

x

“I probably will have to take you up on that,” Gen said, leaning forward and spooning a helping of fried rice onto her plate, “seeing as how I don’t think I have an invitation to mine anymore. And we both know I would be tragic trying to cook for myself.” She gave Mari a sideways look, the takeout food seeming that extra bit too fitting. With her plate full, Imogen settled back into the couch, carefully resting the plate on her lap. “But I guess you’ll have me to help shuttle them out now. If I have to bribe your brothers to play sick, I will.”

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thelennoxmacher​:

closed with: @imogenchxrch​​​​ location: like a broken record

to be fair, lennox is always nervous around the simplest of things, of people, if you think about it. she always had either tripped on her words or end up not making sense to anyone she’s talking to. but with the help of music, she had learned to be a bit more comfortable with conversations, be around people. but of course, this was a woman who had such an effect on lennox that she couldn’t explain, there’s this time when she recently had started listening to music in her phone now where this woman–imogen, just took it and gave her a song to listen to, which resulted to lennox being such a blushing mess as the other had walked away. now the two had agreed upon meeting at the avery, a place she hasn’t been to before to help her setting up a way where she could have a more vast option to listen to music. now the blonde stands just outside their meeting place, a faint hum of music plays from her headphones while she stared down at the time on her phone, hoping she wasn’t too early to meet up with the other.

x

Gen hadn't intended on being late, albeit only by a few minutes, but her client had decided that she had plenty of time to spare for his inane questions. Approaching, she laid a hand gently on the small of Lennox's back, needing to steal her attention away from whatever song was playing through those headphones. "Sorry," she started to explain herself, shaking her head in annoyance, "work kept me. But I'm here now and that's all that matters." Gen paused, holding up a finger, catching herself. "Hmm, no, their cocktail list also matters. I will be needing at least two to handle the rest of today."

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WITHOUT ME || self para

tw: helicopter parenting, blood mention

Her heart had been pounding in her chest from the moment she left her apartment, the full drive in, the walk-up the front steps, the strides past her colleagues’ desks, all the way up until she stood in front of her boss’s placard, name etched into the metal. At that point it had stopped. The world collapsed for a second then. There was no sound and time travelled slowly, stuck just like her. Just like she had been because the next words shattered all of that.

“I quit.”

A stack of folders and papers, even the box of remaining business cards, fell from her hands and onto the space between him and her. “I forwarded any necessary information on to Jaquelyn and Miranda. I don’t believe you’ll need anything else from me.”

Gen didn’t stay to listen, did not perceive a single word just the soft hum of someone speaking as she turned and walked away. Her strides felt a little shaky, the reality of what she’d just done competing with the adrenaline. Each step she placed between her and that sterilized false perfection had her lips curving higher and higher until she was out on the pavement, smiling up at the November sun.

It felt warm against her skin.

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The colors of the television screen had cast her frozen frame with hues of orange and yellow. Imogen had not moved from the edge of her bed the moment the text had come through. A pitch-black room, dinner abandoned on the kitchen counter, Imogen could do nothing but stare and stare and stare at the broadcast full of flames and smoke.

For hours it was just her, the flickering screen, and her thoughts.

Imogen thought of the night curled up on her parents’ sofa, fear constricting her heart as she was force-fed images of her friend’s face. She thought of the rumors that had flung from her mother’s lips. She thought of the sickening lurch in her stomach when her mother had called the monster ‘handsome’. Then again with ‘promising young man.’ She thought of that house in Hove Lake and how it’d been just down the street from one she’d been supposed to show the other day. She thought of how the couple never showed up. She thought of the clothes she wore then, how her mother had picked them out and how Imogen had bit her tongue, not saying how much she hated them.

She thought of the pair of shoes in the closet in the hall, stained with blood she had not been able to get out that Halloween night that she spent sobbing alone in her bathroom, scrubbing and scrubbing. She thought of how she hadn’t opened the closet since. The Shadow and what it’d done packed away behind a closed door.

She didn’t think then, just rose finally from her spot on the bed as the sun began to peek through the windows. She walked along the wooden floors until she stood in front of that closet door. Carefully, she turned the knob and let the tiny space stare menacingly back at her. Her eyes had glazed over, staring at nothing. Her fingers went to the zipper of her tweed skirt. Piece by piece, Imogen stripped her body of the clean, overly priced clothes. And piece by piece she tossed them into the closet before shutting the door.

This time, Imogen thought to lock it.

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Heels clicked loudly on the stone steps. The voice had been even louder but it had been the French-tipped hand coming down on her shoulder like a hawk, spinning her around that had pulled Imogen back. “What on Earth did you just do, Imogen?” Her mother’s eyes were sharp and she noticed how the left had a smudge beneath her lash line, a mark of mascara that had been missed on her vanity check before stepping out the door that morning. A routine that Gen had picked up, inherited with instruction.

Only she didn’t match her mother today. No two-piece pantsuit, silky blouse, or string of pearls. Instead she looked much closer to what she’d grown used to only plucking out for casual evenings: ripped jeans and a cropped shirt, boots she knew her mother detested.

“I don’t know what is going on in that mind of yours but you are going to need to go home right now and get changed while I go salvage your—”

“No.”

“No?” There was a dangerous heat behind those words, a fury and determination that for years had held Gen back. This was the tone she had been scared of? Imogen’s heart beat in her chest, like a reminder. “You cannot look me in the eye right now, Imogen, and tell me no. I am not going to allow you to just throw away your life! The career that we have built for you! It’s embarrassing.” Those final words came out like a hiss, her mother’s painted lips curling in their anger.

Imogen took three steps back, drawing distance between her and her mother. The first of many. Steps she had only wished she’d had the courage to take years prior. Horrible that it had taken all of this to get there. “What’s embarrassing is that I’ve let you dictate everything my whole life.”

“I am your mother!” A pointed finger matched a pointed glare. “That is my job. Where would you be without me?”

“Happy.” The word launched itself off Imogen’s tongue, not giving her time to think it, just letting it be true.

The door to the Mirage Estate remained open and their voices undoubtedly had carried inside, feeding the hungry ears of the middle-aged gossip mill. It would be a devastation to Jackie. She imagined the conversations around town that would be shared across the dinner table, lamenting about ‘the Church girl’ and how ungrateful she’d been. How sad it was given her upbringing. How heartbroken her poor mother must be. Jaquelyn would do a wonderful job at playing her part, eager to be the victim because she was blind to the rest of it. Always had been.

It was a younger version of herself that stopped Jackie from speaking then, stalling her as she went to launch into her next attack with a raised hand and words quick, knowing a physical defense was far from enough. “And just so you know…” Gen let the seconds fill, like a collection of all the years that she had wasted. What was there to waste now? Who could even promise her she’d make it out of this town alive? What did she have to lose in finally saying it? In confronting a different sort of monster? Imogen’s chin lifted, steeling herself as she spoke sharply. “I fell off the beam on purpose.”

No explanation. No more words. They both knew exactly what she was talking about. It had been ‘their’ first broken dream.

As Imogen turned to leave, she left the second at her mother’s feet.

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graciagallardc​:

Even though the two had entirely different style in clothes, she trusts Imogen’s opinion. It isn’t the first time she asks for her help. She unconsciously looks down at her stomach, covered in her shirt, when she points it out, before she looks back up at Imogen, laughing both lightly and a little nervously. “We both know that’s something you pull off, not me,” she says, looking at the shirts in the brunette’s hands. Over the years, Gracia slowly attempted to dress up out of her comfort zone, but she still just wasn’t there yet. She smiles and looks over at the green shirt. “Green it is, then! Is there anything that caught your eye?”

x

“How many times must we go over this? Pulling it off is just about confidence. How do you think I go from preppy Stepford-wannabe to toeing the line at whore, leaning heavily on sexy with a heavy dash of bitch?” Gen lifted her hands, rolling them palm-to-sky with her shrug, though it was really more of a challenge. She wanted her friend to look her in the eyes and tell her she was wrong. “Nothing yet,” she answered, shaking her head. “I need a new little black dress though. Mine now just feels so...” Gen wobbled her head, her eyes flicking skyward, shifting back and forth, the description tangible yet floating around her, just out of reach. She hummed softly, capturing one word, though it didn’t feel exactly like the right one. “Basic?”

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LENNOX 📲 IMOGEN

Lennox: i'm only telling the truth! :)))

Lennox: i trust you, gen. you've done nothing but help me...

Imogen: don't worry, len, i know x

Imogen: good 💕 meet you there in forty minutes?

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Imogen📲 Chase

Chase: we'll see

Imogen: go enjoy yourself

Imogen: i think you fucking earned it

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Imogen📲 Chase

Chase: is it working?

Imogen: check back with me

Imogen: we'll see how sober you are. i imagine not very.

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Imogen📲 Chase

Chase: i can think of a way to make things up to you if i end up at the playpen tonight

Imogen: i see your working with the 'best way to get over someone is to get under someone else' logic

Imogen: solid approach, williams

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Imogen📲 Chase

Imogen: guess i'm eating my words

Imogen: hope you're getting fucking drunk somewhere. if you end up at the playpen, it's on me tonight

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LENNOX 📲 IMOGEN

Lennox: i hope so, everyone's very pretty tho! you're pretty too

Lennox: it's all i know...change is good tho, right?

Imogen: you're so sweet, len 😘

Imogen: change can be. i think this is a good change. you do trust me, right?

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King 📲 Gen

King: now why'd you have to call me out like that LMFAOOO

King: im offering FOOD

King: and maybe i just wanted to see you again

Imogen: because whether you like to believe it or not I KNOW you. You're not getting past me with that shit.

Imogen: Food, huh?

Imogen: What about drinks? I'm parched.

Imogen: and maybe you didn't? Maybe has a lot of space, King.

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imessage → gen🔥

theresa: you flatter me 🥺💞

theresa: come on over! i can't wait to see you -- some much needed gossip with someone like you helps heal the soul, and i'm ready for you to tell me all that went down at the party

theresa: well, i wasn't staying a waitress for another minute -- i grabbed the first nursing job i saw, which was for the hs. the only thing i can say is that they're young and curious

theresa: this generation doesn't believe in biting their tongues for shit, so i was sorta expecting all that

Imogen: no i speak the truth babe x

Imogen: well then i am rushing over because oh i have some things to catch you up on. prepare the wine for me please 💕

Imogen: why am i envisioning some girl coming up to you like omg, bestie, you were stabbed??? ...i don't have your strength, theresa

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imessage → gen🔥

theresa: i agree with you 100%. the thing is that i'm her only child -- my mom and dad never had another child and she's just scared of what might happen if she leaves me on my own but like

theresa: i fought for my life once, i'll fight again 👊 i have a house to start planning decorations for and she's welcome to help if she wants but like you said, i need my space 😭

theresa: newsflash: you never not had visitation rights 😘

theresa: well... you remember what i told you about being curious about everything and asking questions? it applies to them too

Imogen: that's fucking right! you're the toughest, strongest bitch I know 💕 and a sexy one at that x

Imogen: well then IN THAT CASE hope you're ready for a visitor because I just got off work and my night happens to be completely and utterly free. Yours for the taking 😘

Imogen: ahh

Imogen: See... I don't have the patience for that. Like, I'm good with kids but in moderation. Not sure I've been groomed to be a good mother. NOT that that's happening anytime soon omg