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dwcller‌:

status: open ( bonfire ) | @mistystarters​

Though less known as a man of refined tastes via the world of art, Douglas had a few other skills hidden up his sleeve. Creating songs was one of them - albeit a smaller, less touched upon interest compared to his usual jobs. Yet even he got tired of the constant apprehension and anxiety induced nausea. So what better way to ease his mind than to slam down a few drinks and fiddle with a few chords with some choice words?

A pen wiggled between his fingers as he tried to conjure the words to another verse. “Alright, let’s all go to the picnic, let’s all go have a drink… let’s see, what rhymes with drink?” He thought out loud; hardly even noticing that his words could be heard by another.

Incredible. “Is this how you usually write your songs? Just one word at a time with alcohol?” Miri wasn’t one to judge. Any and all of her failed attempts at both song and poetry writing were affable. And yet. She found utter amusement in Douglas’ creativity block. “What about sink?”

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mistysmoons‌:

open to all @mistystarters​

laying out a blanket on the ground, kira set up a little station with her teas. the bonfire for her was a reason to get rid of winter stock, in order to make way for the spring and summer teas. her most loyal customers placed orders beforehand, and for others, they would learn of her business for the first time. as she sat down and poured herself a cup of tea, she heard someone’s footsteps walk up to her. “evening,” she smiled up at them. “how can i help?”

"evening. i’m looking for the one they call kira,” miri’s lips twitched along with the joke. she pursed her lips together to keep up the pretense. the camera was tucked away off into her bag for the first time tonight. she knelt down and took a seat beside her friend. “you need any help setting up shop?”

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screamingmcemies‌:

          OPEN STARTER ! && @mistystarters​

          It was weird to see the town pulling together like that, two years and Valeria still hadn’t been used to the feeling of community. Eyes trained on the fire burning and the coziness of the bonfire, she wondered if it would always be this STRANGE.  ❝ I heard some kids saying they were bringing some things to burn in the fire— are you partaking in this terrible decision, too ?  ❞

“I heard about them bringing color packs to make the fire different colors.” She withheld from rattling off the different chemicals. “Are any of them bringing firecrackers again? After old lady Mabel got that piece in her eye, you’d think people would heed the ban more seriously. “

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BONFIRE VIBES

What she’s up to ! she often covers this event by getting some candid shots of everybody. as always, the main headline pic is just the big bonfire or the the happy couple to promote good feelings~ but everything else usually goes on the blog. she doesn't seem like the type who would enjoy an event like this but she does. the s'mores? the fckin shit. (her doctor and dentist both hate her) you'll catch her taking walks around or with the camera glued to her face as always.

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Ghost – Au/Ra, Alan Walker Death Stranding

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dwcller‌:

status: open ( old logging mill ) | @mistystarters​

The old logging mill – an infamous foundation of what Misty Hollow had once been known for. Something he hadn’t personally seen close down, but the news of it’s abandonment hadn’t been lost on him when he decided to come back. It’s said that the mill was typically in the company of other intrepid souls – usually the youths – and not by their lonesome like him. Not as aimless or distant as he had ambled down the loose dirt and gravel.

Dark eyes stared ahead but he didn’t really see anything. Didn’t feel the need to when his subconscious knew what to avoid so his walk wouldn’t be interrupted. Don’t walk into any obstructions, don’t get his foot hooked underneath a sprawling root, don’t think about how lonely he had been feeling for the past week or so. Definitely don’t think too hard about the inky vastness that stretched beyond horizon – the limits to nothingness as he liked to call it.

So he cast his gaze away from the sky once he stopped near the impressive establishment. Nevermind how brilliant the waxing crescent phase was in the sky. Hayes had his lips pulled into a set frown as he sought out a cigarette and light. Buck sat panting by his side; flank pressed against the left side of his shin in reassurance. The stark darkness called to him, but he wouldn’t heed it.

He couldn’t.

A slight shift of weight and he knew they had company. Both ears perked, the Plott Hound watched an approaching figure. Hayes spared the other a glance as the frown softened some; just by a hair. “Ever heard about the restaurant on the moon?” One downwards swipe of his thumb and sparks flared to life – if only to light his smoke. “Great service, but no atmosphere.” Leave it to him to break the ice with some terrible joke. As if it wasn’t bad enough he crossed paths with company during the dead of night.

Miri originally left the house to get some peace and fresh air. Although, the backpack and bike said something more than just “peace and fresh air.” Had she stored up more money in her bank account, she could breathe the air in some other town or some other state. The thought looped in her mind like a bad song she couldn’t shake. The dirt roads were the same as yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. Even in the monotonous droning, she knew the money excuse was just that, an excuse. Albeit, one that most people understood more than the need to get justice for her mother.

The kick stand barely dug into the earth before she heard footsteps coming her way. Her head lifted up to see who had joined her at this ungoldly hour. The kickstand clanged against the alloy frame when she kicked it back up. Just in case.

To her surprise, a small joke followed after. Though it missed its mark with her as its audience, it pulled a slight smirk out of her.

“What did the moon say to its therapist?” A pause—One that was perhaps over too quickly. “I’m just going through a phase.”

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Have you cried yet? For Eliot? Fen, I’m only gonna say this once. Me joining your sad face therapy party is dumb.

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OPEN CONNECTIONS

under the cut are some ideas of how your character/s may know miri and be connected to her. as always, feel free to suggest any tweaks or revamp the whole thing and start anew!

HIGH SCHOOL CONNECTIONS

FRIENDS TO ENEMIES — ( BASED ON THIS ) miri was not in a great headspace to maintain her friendships after the death of her mom. she used to be warm and outgoing but she started ghosting everybody who tried to get close to her. she may have given off major “bitch” vibes since she never stopped to explain her position. any good feelings started to sour then eventually rot.

OLD EXES — she only got into 2 relationships during the four years in high school. 1 relationship was more sincere and deeper. whether they broke up prior to her mom’s death or because of that event can be discussed. i don’t have a preference at this time! the other relationship was definitely a fling. it was during the time she kept acting out and playing hooky, causing trouble. it was decided mutually that it’d be super casual.

THE ONE FRIENDSHIP SHE DIDN’T FUCK UP — ( BASED ON THIS ) this is exactly what it sounds like. it’s possible your character genuinely believed her or humored her really well! doesn’t really matter! they were still a great source of support and influence in her life.

TALENT SHOW SQUAD or YEARBOOK GANG — yeah... she used to be real excited about singing in the talent show before the Thing happened. they came really close to winning ONCE. they almost formed a real garage band. as for the yearbook thing, that’s also self-explanatory .

POST-GRAD CONNECTIONS

RIVALS — someone from the rival newspaper post. photographer, editor, writer, whatever. all are welcomed. there could be tension. your character could be stealing the spotlight by always showing up sooner than she does. or maybe it’s super chill and there’s no issues. everybody’s having a gay ol’ time. winkwonk?

UNREQUITED FOOLISHNESS — ( BASED ON THIS ) i’m sure someone out there who is into seemingly cold girls with baggage and BDE? she may not be openly receptive to it in the beginning but it’ll be a fun time if she’s their type.

FAN / ANTI-FAN — she always has a camera glued to her hands. her photos are not the most flattering unless she’s specifically doing portrait work or something for work. she definitely takes photos and uses techniques to make them a little creepier than needed. is she projecting her need to recreate the cursed photos of her mom? yeah most likely.

ALREADY FILLED CONNECTIONS

these could possibly help as well if you already have connections with these characters.

SURROGATE DAD — clinton. he was the cop who was sent to her house on the night of her mom’s death. ever since then he looked after the girl. BIG hopper/11 vibes. bless his whole heart. she realizes he’s a big shot but she’ll kick anybody’s ass who fucks with him. bet.

NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR — rosie. sometimes miri hears her harmonica playing. sometimes rosie hears angry german yelling from miri’s place. they can sit on their porch and share judgmental looks in solidarity.

OLD CLASSMATE — andy. the Smart Gifted kids. she sat next to him everybody else were in grade above them. they shared similar tragedies in their families, but as with most friendships, time drives a wedge in between.

PAST EMPLOYER — fenella. in order to pay the rent, she took up part-time jobs, starting at Java the Hut. fenella was also a good influence in her life. kinda spoiled her too as all her other supervisors were not as sweet or endearing.

PEDIATRICIAN — kolby. miri as a young niece who just ADORES kolby. the feeling is very mutual and miri’s stuck in between as their middle man. she facilitates facetime calls and delivers birthday cards.

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onvsm‌:

              “   …   the   point   being   —   just   as   events   may   be   joined   by   causality,   they   may   too   be   joined   by   meaning.   ”          birdie   waxes   soft   and   faraway,   all   but   bouncing   as   she   walks.          “   that   everything   in   our   awesome,   immense   universe   could   be   …   intimately   connected   ?   …   makes   you   shiver,   right   !   ”          and,   as   if   on   cue,   goosebumps   erupt   along   the   skin   of   her   arms,   which   she   brushes   over   with   affection.   turns   a   moment   toward   the   twilight   sky,   breathing   deeply.   like   she   might   soak   up   something   of   the   cosmos   and   its   secrets   through   olfactory   sense   alone.   but   after   a   beat   of   too-long   silence,   almost   apprehensive   —          “   …   right   ?   ”

               𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠

a single beat drop passes as she internalizes those selected words strung together in that particular fashion. “listen. i’m going to be honest and say i have no idea what you’re talking about.” the breath that punctuated her statement erupted into a burst of giggles to show that she didn’t mean any harm. “but i think you’re talking about what we call in korean, 운명. uh, in english it’s...“ she snapped her fingers next to her temples to get the thoughts going. “fate. fate. the idea that everything is mapped out per each person’s destiny.”

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crestfxllens‌:

Jay half expected to hear a round of laughter from the people watching. Not that there were many spectators. This was Misty Hollow after all, and the population of this town was small enough to avoid large embarrassments. Still, his cheeks still stained red at his own mishap. The wind picked up his papers and scattered them about, and the lawyer hastily rushed trying to pick them. He breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing a much more kind voice than he had expected. She was right, though, and he couldn’t help but manage a small smile. “They do. It’s easier to judge, I guess.” He heard the familiar click of a camera shutter and noticed the camera again. “What are you taking photos of?”

The camera went back to its hanging position from her neck. “Your briefcase. It looks like it’s been through a lot, but in a good way.” If there were stories woven between each stitching and laying dormant in the spaces of the hinges and buckles, she wondered what they would say. She stacked up the last remaining sheets on her side. Her hands patted down the edges from all four sides to make the pile uniform. “I am assuming these are the type of high priority papers where you’ll have to kill me now that I’ve seen them?”

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hclyghxst‌:

“Hey–” he frowned, knowing Miri had been teasing. Once upon a time he would’ve thought working at the cemetery would be something people would shy away from, a lonely job and what not, but he had been surprised with the amount of amusement the place got on the daily basis, not just on halloween or the full moon. “I like my job, alright?” Ivan shrugged. “I have to admit though, it’s nice to not be covered in dirt for once.”

She chuckled at his response. “How do you manage with all that grime anyway? Photographs really well but I imagine you have industrial-sized shampoo and body wash for that.“ The aroma of her tea filled her nostrils before she took another sip. “Maybe industrial-strength too to cut shower time in half.”

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mercuriial‌:

“ oh, uh — i’m so sorry ! there’s no volume control on the thing but i was just bein’ dumb and restless, ” rosie apologized, a softer tone in her voice. “ hopefully i didn’t keep you up all night ? if i did, please let me buy you a cup of coffee or something — i mean, either way, you’re owed a coffee and the rest of your nights in silence. ”

“you don’t have to worry about me, really. i should apologize for my uncle. he’s a lighter sleeper than my niece and none of us are happy if they both don’t get enough sleep.” she shook her head at the thought. they barely liked her scurrying, as they called it, when she developed her photos at night. gave them bad vibes, they stated. “have you been writing a new song lately or just letting out steam?”

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you’ve seen something in the woods…

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“ you can cry if needed. ” / 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚 ⇨ 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐦

Miri settled into the seat and buckled her seat in. Her sopping hair hung like vines over her face. The visage in the rearview mirror was demonic compared to her regular Uber driver’s appearance. Though, something told her she’d pale in comparison either way. “I want to.” The outer shell of her lenses had cracks lining its surface. All the broken glass glittered on the curb and in the rain as they drove away.

“At least nobody can tell whether it’s the emotions or the weather,” she chuckled dryly.

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“ the view really is spectacular. ” ( from birdie ! )

Her mind was overflowing with ideas of possible ideas around the Pleasant Hill church. The sunlight peeked through just the right spots. Strong shadows cut across pillars and stone walls. It shouldn’t surprise her that the energy of this town permeated into the church.She could imagine even the stained glasses looking menacing under the right conditions. “I had no idea you could get such a good view here,” she confessed.

“You said you come here pretty often?”

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miri: exudes MASSIVE pent up emotions energy

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“ don’t do that to me. ” (your choice for who)

When they said models were hard to work with, they weren’t kidding. Though, she could chalk this one up to her own mood today. Setting a date for this “pro bono” shoot seemed like a fine idea at the time. She should’ve rescheduled after a night of bad sleep. “If we want good headshots to start your portfolio, I need to be able to take one glance at the photo and understand who you are.”

It was a lot riding on just one headshot but she knew how stingy talent searchers were. “Look. Your eyes are glazed in this shot. I’m not critiquing to be a bitch. I’m trying to make this worth your time.” And her own time as well.