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gwendolyn-dupont:

Gwendolyn let out an incredulous scoff, the signage of annoyance sounding clear. “The exact reason I don’t watch that kind of shows.” She replied, almost bitterly. Unfortunately, they had known men like that – had being the key word, that still lived with old fashioned ideas such as a man should go off to work and a woman should stay home and cook. “It honestly baffles me.” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Gwendolyn shrugged before placing her book upon the surface of the coffee table. It read The Snowman by Jo Nesbø, a rather gruesome murder novel. “Perhaps she’s plotting his murder and planning to run away with all this money. Sorry, my head is clearly in a sullen place right now. But whilst he’s making her spend all the time in the kitchen, she’s learning the perfect recipe for poisonous apple pie.” 

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Shae muttered, an amused smirk to her lips. “I like that, it has the plot thickening, and honestly, I wouldn’t put it past her to do so. The problem lies on if she forgets said apple pie is poisoned after a few days and eats some of it. Or if he asks her why she hasn’t been eating from it as well.”

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er1cdier:

                              ERIC shrugged. “Anything inside is boring to me – but that’s just the way I am. No harm to people who like doing work indoors.” A small snort left him, chocking a bit on his drink. “Yeah, yeah that’s a good thing. I think beheading would be a sure sign of the end of the world. Hopefully we’ll just stick to natural disasters.”

“Anything?” Shae asked with a lifted eyebrow. “You must come by my place then, Miss Mary’s Home for Girls, we’ll see how boring you find it indoors after a few minutes there.” A business card was placed before him, the hint of a smile on her lips when she knew the art of burlesque was enough to entertain just about anyone. “Natural disasters are just that, something that needs to happen. But you’re bound to see a few believers here and there praying for things to go away when it doesn’t quite work that way.”

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vivian-becton:

“That sounds like an ex of mine — he would always yap about his wife and how she wouldn’t stay put in the kitchen. Was his name Bucky by any chance? This tall — bald patch…”

“I’m afraid I didn’t catch the names, didn’t pay that much attention.” Shae muttered under her breath. “But did you say your ex would yap about his wife? –Why were you with him then?”

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Shae came to a stop as the brunette spoke up, her gaze falling upon the Halloween decorations and a smile immediately gracing her features. “Darling, I’ve been waiting for Halloween since last year.” Long fingers closed around the aforementioned skull and brought it forward for a closer inspection. “They might not be real, but they’ll do the trick.” She smiled over at the woman, before looking at the sign on her door. “A magic shop?”

     September; the unofficial ( but secretly official ) start of Halloween festivities. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Valentines, Easter; every holiday but All Hallow’s Eve was loathed by the brunette. Keys to doors which held memories too painful to think of for more than ten seconds lay within those holidays, but not Halloween. Halloween was her shit. Every year she went all out, ever since college, and this year would be no exception. ❛❛ I know, it’s barely September. But listen… Halloween is one night, once a year. I’m planning to milk it for everything it’s worth. So, since you don’t seem too busy, what do you say to helping me do a little store front decorating? I promise none of the skulls are real. Real human skulls, at least. ❜❜ A wink is shot the way of the passerby; perhaps it was gaudy of her to decorate Praecantatio in such a way; perhaps it undermined the authenticity of her small magic shop, but Asteria didn’t care too much. It was Halloween; it always attracted people. Mainly people who wanted to sacrifice a goat or three on October 31st, but she tried her best to weed them out from actual practitioners of the occult. 

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caseydelgado:

“I’d be lying if I said that was true, but I have a habit of one-upping myself when it doesn’t seem that I couldn’t sink any lower. I list it as one of my special skills, to be honest,” Casey made a face as she rested her head against a closed fist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just have a tendency to talk my thoughts out instead of keeping them inside.”

“You’re not disturbing me, trust me, if you did, you would know.” Shae pointed out as she leaned forwards to grab her cup of coffee. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, though. Everyone loses their keys, it happens and it doesn’t make you a total failure either.”

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magnoliakincaid:

“Was it one of those HGTV shows? House Hunters or something? I love that show. Actually no– I love the one where they flip the house, it always makes me want to do that. Or interior design. But I don’t think a degree in liberal arts would get me anywhere in that game,” Maggie rambled, sipping on her iced coffee as she glanced towards the other woman. “Anyway– that’s as bad as saying she needed to go in and make him a sandwich,” she rolled her eyes at the thought, thankful that her husband, no matter what their situation was, would never talk to her like that. “The poor thing, having to be on TV while her husband’s talking like that. I mean, I’m all for being a homemaker and wife myself– besides having someone do the cooking for us, but it doesn’t work without some mutual respect, which that guy obviously lacked for his wife.”

Shae shook her head, she couldn’t possibly know what channel it was on when she hadn’t meant to watch it in the first place. It was used as white noise, but one that ended up distracting her from work when the man’s disgusting comments reached her ears. “I am surprised that made it to a television show.” She shouldn’t have been surprised, not when society was still mostly misogynistic and certain people probably enjoyed the shit show that was. “I’m afraid you’re correct in that statement. He held no respect whatsoever for her and had it been me, he would’ve been on that show all alone.” Not that she’d ever consider marriage, but to each their own. “But, you could probably still get a master’s on interior design if your thing is… flipping houses.”

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lucamancini:

Luca tried to act interested, he really did, but halfway through her story, he couldn’t fight a yawn from making itself present and his hand quickly moved up to cover his lips. “No, yeah, sure,” he nodded slowly, not even sure he’d gotten every word of what she’d said. “Don’t you have better things to do, Shae? I’m genuinely curious.”

With a deep breath, Shae leaned back on her seat, arms crossed as she took in his cousin and debated whether kicking him would be mature or not. It wouldn’t be, but did it really matter when she’d done it plenty of times when they were younger? Her foot nudged at his leg, gently, “I could be telling this to someone who’s actually interested in the menial things about my life.” A sigh escaped her lips, somewhat dramatical as she ran a hand through her hair. “We can always go back to talking about Athena. Then I’ll be forced to listen, and despite my disinterest, at least I do listen.”

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It wasn’t often Shae found herself taking a break at the park, but it was a very much needed breather after the week she’d had. Not that it had ended anyway. The unexpected company was not unwelcomed though, as the pup approached her, Shae extended out her hand to let her get acquainted with her smell and eventually comfortable with the idea of being pet by her. Her gaze lifted, however, in search of the owner, only to spot the man walking over to them. “Oh, it’s fine,” She smiled. “Must mean she took a special liking to me and I don’t mind if you don’t.” A slight shrug was given, followed by an invitation for him to join her on the park bench. “What’s her name?”

Nathan spent a lot of time indoors, whether it was in his own house, at the fire house ( where he worked ) or even at the gym, you couldn’t spot the blonde outside as much. The man decided he had to take his dog, Ella, on a walk. Preferably to the dog park, where she could enjoy herself. There she was strutting alongside him, without a leash, just like Nate had trained her to do. Although, she started running towards something or rather someone. Nathan tried to get to her, but it was too late and she was already fraternizing with the other person. He cleared his throat ‘’ I apologize, she doesn’t do that often.’’ the firefighter trailed off, unsure of what to say next. 

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“I seldom watch TV, but last night, I had it as background noise while I did my finances and this couple—I guess, if you could really call them that—was looking at houses and every kitchen they saw he made a comment on how his wife belonged in the kitchen and with the kids and sometimes I must wonder what’s making her stick by a man like that when her face was clearly full of disdain.” Shae’s nose scrunched up in distaste as she looked at the other person. “You know what I mean?”

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“Riveting, indeed.” Shae commented as she looked up from the paperwork before her. She’d been far too immersed into the numbers and issues that arose, she had somehow forgotten there were other people around her. People, she probably shouldn’t be doing this around, but she needed to leave her office for a while. “There’s nothing more frustrating than losing your keys,” Sarcasm laced her words, one that wasn’t meant to be there but slipped nonetheless.

“I thought I had finally broken my habit of losing my keys,” Casey muttered as fingers played with the metal keys in hand. “Turns out I didn’t forget them today – I lifted the wrong ones. Apparently using a safety deposit box key on a locker doesn’t work.” Moments later, she finally sat the keys down and took a sip of her coffee. “That was a day in the life of Casey. Riveting stuff, I tell ya.”

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er1cdier:

                              ERIC made a face, somewhat a cross between utter pain and agonizing sympathy. “No offence but that… sounds boring as hell. Does that mean you stay inside all day?” Suppressing a dramatic shudder, he spun slightly on the chair, never able to quite keep still. “The news seems to be super intense nowadays. Lots of stuff goin’ on.”

“You could call it boring, I suppose.” Shae agreed, most people these days depended on a TV show to keep their lives interesting. All Shae needed was a good bottle of wine and the stage for herself… along with other fine delights that could be found in the arms of another person. But she didn’t need to say that. “Oh yes, the world is ending and all that. Thank God no one’s getting beheaded in public plazas or they’d say apocalypse is officially starting.”

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er1cdier:

                              A shrug shifted his shoulders. “Eh, they’re not for everyone, I’m used to that.” Shifting head to the side, a chuckle left his lips accompanied by a wide grin. “Wonderful. If you’re not much for sports then what do you watch?”

“I watch… the bills come and go and my businesses accounts,” Shae shrugged. She realized how much older that made her sound, but who really had time to stop and watch TV when there was a business to run? There was no time. “I caught the news a couple days ago, that’s about it.”

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“I’m not much for sports,” Shae replied with a soft sigh. “I am, however, sure you did sound crazy for the most part there.”

                              LETTING out a low whistle, Eric shook his head. “Whew,” head shaking, he let out a light chuckle, twisted with an edge of nervousness. “That was a close one. One point’s better than none but… we’re in a hole.” A pause before another shake shifted his head. “Have you been following qualification for the World Cup in Russia? If not then… I probably sound crazy.”

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SHAE MANCINI ⎯ THIRTY-SIX ⎯ SHE/HER ⎯ BURLESQUE OWNER ⎯ COVENTRY HILL.

❝ You just have to trust your madness. ❞

+ ambitious, bold, hard-working - sarcastic, materialistic, greedy

Shae Mancini was born into a family that struggled to keep themselves afloat. By the age of ten, her parents left her with her aunt Cecilia and uncle Joe, as well as her cousin Luca, while they moved around in hopes of finding a better place and jobs to be able to take care of her. However, what was supposed to be a stay of a couple months turned into years, until she no longer needed to be under her parents’ care. Needless to say, the pair never quite made it like they wanted to. They kept in contact with her, however, and sent in money whenever they could to cover for her expenses.

By the time she turned 18, Shae noticed things she had never paid attention to before. Her family was struggling, and while Luca went off to became a successful businessman, Shae searched for jobs in anything she could find. It wasn’t the easiest thing for her, for what little she could find didn’t make quite enough to help out around the house. She came across Miss Mary’s Home for Girls one night while walking back home from her first night shift at the local supermarket. She’d heard about the place multiple times, disgust in the voice of those small-town people, yet something about it called out to her. She entered the place, and her life was changed forever.

Realistically, Shae wasn’t good at most of the things she tried, but she was good at dancing and singing. She stood in the crowd for what felt like an eternity, captivated by the lights, the glamour, the classiness of the burlesque that was so far off from what she’d heard from everyone else. She instantly knew she had to be on that stage. They wouldn’t allow her to though, not until she turned 21, but they did let her work the floor as a waitress, which was better than nothing at all and she made enough to help cover her expenses and with some bills at home. Though it wasn’t as easy to hide from her parents, all four of them.

Miss Mary, who was still alive and glamorous at the time, noticed the girl’s interest and her ability to learn the choreographies. She took Shae under her wing, teaching her everything she needed to know and stirring some jealousy among the other girls, but Shae wasn’t looking to climb status among them; she worked hard and learned everything there was to know about running the Burlesque. When she turned 25, Shae was the star of the show, no longer hiding it from anyone when she loved being on that stage, the applause the glamour of it all and the fact that she owned that stage. That became literal, when Miss Mary passed away, leaving her as the sole heir to the business. She was 31 then.

Coming from a family that didn’t have all the privileges others around her had, Shae grew up to appreciate everything she got, maybe a little bit too much. She loves being spoiled and having things just for the pleasure of having them, but she’s got a good heart. However, her confidence and the success in her life has made her somewhat vain, yet it doesn’t take away how thankful she is to her family & Miss Mary for guiding her and changing her life completely.

Romantically speaking though, she hasn’t had all that much luck. Shae focuses too much on her job to give her few lovers all the time they asked of her. She’s never avoided love, but true love has avoided her and she wouldn’t admit to minding it half as much as she does. After all, who’s got time for love when it’s much more fun to do as she pleases when she pleases.

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leighannxb:

“Technically speaking I don’t condone violence, mostly because the chief already has made it apparent that I need to work on my people skills – but all the same, I think that’s a brilliant idea.” Leigh nodded along, playfully, casually shifting her weight on her feet. Looking over the wall once again, “Yeah. I’d give this a sturdy C- at the most. Maybe instead of painting over it right away, you could take a bit of red paint and put their grade on the side. A nice big F with a circle around it.”

Shae looked over at the girl, an amused smile on her lips as she went on. “I’m sure they’d love that, having their wall art graded. If we stand here all day and watch the passerby’s I’m sure we’ll find who it was when they see that big F over their…” Her gaze returned to the words covering her wall. “Bad calligraphy.”

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thecassiemorgan:

Cass couldn’t help but scoff, turning into a laugh. She didn’t think things would go their way any time soon, but there was also a kind of excitement that came with it being taboo. She liked being the person guys came to as it was. She glanced at her hand, then back to Shae. “Yeah, I’ve got time.” Cass enjoyed spending time at Shae’s place, and even sometimes sneaking on the stage when people weren’t around. 

“Good,” Shae started, already leading the way into the place. “The girls are practicing a new choreography for tomorrow’s show, it’s not too complicated, but you can sit by and learn it for next month’s auditions.”

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legalityreigns:

    Vince’s lips purse for a moment as he studies the paint job, arms folded neatly across his chest. “Don’t say that out loud- might give ‘em an idea.” The officer says. In all honesty he’s take a house of sin over a house of virtue any day- seems more fun. But that’s aside the point. “You’d think the whole ‘love thy neighbor’ would apply to everyone.”

“Oh, it is an idea, alright. You can bet they’re not too far away from doing it too, what’s a few flyers and spray paint, those can’t save the sinners, but holy water and prayers? That’s the way to go.” Shae laughed. “Love thy neighbor only applies to the neighbor that believes and lives their life the same way you do, apparently.” She gave a slight shrug.