#fenderbryne

[kathrynharinger]

FOR: @fenderbryne

LOCATION: Apartment above the bookshop.

One of the features she loved in her loft apartment was the fire escape over-looking the expanse of Tonopah at night, a cigarette hanging from between crimson painted lips. Inside, one of her record players choked out the old sounds of Blind Willie Johnson's 'It's Nobody's Fault But Mine', leaking out into the surrounding night. Hearing the door close, she looked up from the open sash window that lead out to the escape, offering a half-smile that was taut.

''Hey, you.'' Kathryn called out. Something had been wrong since the event. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, sickness curdling in her stomach.

[aelinstrand]

FOR: @fenderbryne WHEN: 1st of December, 2023. WHERE: The Outpost.

"You seem more like a city boy," Aelin said from behind the bar, polishing a glass with immaculate precision. It'd been a long night of work. The need for refills or rounds was the main scope of her brain tonight, and while she somewhat enjoyed working here, it was also one of the most tiring. There was always someone who needed something, or a broken glass that needed cleaning up.

She just wanted to go home, although she dreaded it all the same.

"I haven't seen you around before," she added, "And it's not that big of a place."

[cassiehendriks]

FOR: @fenderbryne LOCATION: Fire & Ice Ball

THE GLITZ AND GLAMOUR OF A black tie event wasn't exactly Cassie's idea of fun, but she still showed up for the community and the town she called home. Her discomfort for the heels and long flowing dress was masked with the liquid confidence of alcohol, and the bar was where she had spent a large portion of her night so far.

She felt a harsh tug upon her dress and groaned in annoyance. "If one more person stands on my dress-" Cassie muttered to herself, her hand harshly tugging at her dress and she spun to force an obviously fake smile at the idiot who had stood on her dress. "Who are you?" her eyes narrowed as she stared at the stranger. "I'm Cassie, I make it my business to know everyone in this town." she smiled again, knowing it was important to her to analyse just about anyone to see if they were a threat.

[emiri-tezel]

For: @fenderbryne Where: Gold Dust Diner

Tucking into her loaded fries she found herself taking a double look at the guy in the booth in front of her, considering she was facing his direction and he hers, it wasn't until her forth look that she thought she should say something, what with the amount of times she had point blanked stared at the random guy. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like that guy in the marvel films?" She asks, knowing exactly who and yet she played it off as if she didn't know the name. "Or similar, anyway?" She was curious enough to wonder, knowing herself that it he wasn't anyone famous, either way, it was a compliment.

[tragedyswept]

special delivery for @fenderbryne location: the black rabbit

"Okay, I know that we've had the reliable good shit here, but I'm telling you - this new vodka is insane. I had some before and it's really quite good. I wouldn't steer you wrong and yeah, it's a little bit expensive, but you're at a br, you're having fun - fucking have the good vodka. Why settle?" Alina had a few shots in her system, but she could more than handle it when she was advertising the new liquor that had just come in. "First shot is on me, Fender, I promise. You won't be sorry. Do you want food or something tonight? I'm dying for chicken wings to share with someone. And yes, it's on me again." Alina spoke quickly, trying to get to everyone's drinks. "Other than all of this, you having a good night?"

[heyymikki]

WHO: @fenderbryne LOCATION: The Scarlet Lounge

Mikayla rarely went out on the town on her own. She was more of a homebody, but she'd told Maeve she'd meet her at the Scarlet Lounge for a few drinks and some gossip. Unfortunately, Maeve got called away by an emergency at the auto shop, which left Mikayla on her own, sipping at a martini she'd already ordered and would've felt rude not drinking. In that moment, a waiter approached and brought her another drink. "Oh, I didn't order this," she said. "This is from the gentleman over there," he informed her and motioned across the bar. She glanced up and locked gazes with the man across the way, raising a brow. She'd been so wrapped up in her own world she hadn't even noticed him. She offered a small smile and a nod in thanks. It couldn't hurt to entertain a little flirting, could it? She then tipped her head to the open space beside her, a silent offer to join her.

[nathaniel-donovan]

For: @fenderbryne Where: The Outpost

Having just won his last game of pool he moves away from the table, reaching for where he had left his beer he takes a swig, finding himself feeling better when he was surrounded by people, rather than when he had barely left his home after his sister died. Now it was more the distraction he did enjoy; preferably the alcohol. Catching a glance to the guy on his right he realises he doesn't actually know who he was, something that prompts him to ask, "You want a game?" He made a subtle nod of his head over towards the pool table.

[kathrynharinger]

FOR: @fenderbryne WHEN: 25th of November, 2023. WHERE: The apartment above the Lost Word.

"Fender," Kathryn called as she walked into the room with careful footsteps, lingering in the open door of her apartment. She knew why she'd been putting off telling him this information. Maybe it was because she finally had something for herself. Something that had been her accomplishment, or maybe it was because the idea of staying here had more and more prevalence with every passing day. So she took a moment to watch him, to take in the calm before it descended into madness. "You got a minute?"

[kathrynharinger]

FOR: @fenderbryne

WHEN: 04th of October, 2023.

WHERE: Their apartment.

"Okay, how about this?," Kathryn said, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she arched a perfectly plucked brow, leaning up from her bed. "Go to the gala with me." She knew he'd never turn down a chance to rub elbows with the elites of town. But what fun would that be? "Please," She whined.

[kathrynharinger]

Texting - Fender.

Fender: Are you free today? Got something to talk to you about. Fender: Also, I know I've said it every day for the last month but thank you for everything you did for my birthday. Fender: I've never felt so spoiled.

[kathrynharinger]

Kathryn Haringer's Loft Apartment above the Lost Word.

Room mate: @fenderbryne

Immediately greeted by an ambiance that seamlessly blends vintage charm with modern sophistication, the loft featured an open floor plan that allowed natural light to flood the space, accentuating its airy and spacious feel.

The centerpiece of the apartment was the stunning fire escape that opens from a sash window. Not only adding character to the space, but also providing a breathtaking view of Tonopah. Some nights, when she was lucky and was sitting on the escape smoking, she'd be able to hear music from a bar and it'd always been something she looked forward to.

The original wood flooring spanned the entire loft, warm and rich tones adding a touch of rustic elegance. The space filled with an eclectic mix of old antique furniture, creating a sense of history and timeless appeal. While a plush sofa with intricate detailing invited those who entered to unwind and relax, while a vintage mustard armchair sat next to a stylish coffee table on top of an impressive rug that she'd stolen from a mansion some years prior.

She dreaded to think how much it might've been worth.

In one corner of the loft, a trolley cart showcased an impressive collection of expensive alcohols. Gleaming crystal decanters filled with aged whiskeys, fine wines, and artisanal spirits line the shelves. It's the perfect setup for entertaining guests or indulging in a nightcap after a long day.

Books were scattered throughout the loft, a touch of hers. While a collection of records adorned the wall, showcasing an array of musical genres and eras. Vintage vinyl covers become pieces of art, and an elegant record player takes pride of place on a vintage sideboard. The bedroom was located on a separate floor, next to the claw bathtub, which was separated by a curtain. Thankfully, the toilet was in its own room.

[kathrynharinger]

FOR: @fenderbryne

WHEN: 4 Years ago. FLASHBACK.

WHERE: New York City Roof Top Bar. Private members club.

''Bingo, I just scored us a premium room at none other than the palace freaking hotel.'' Kathryn said in a hushed excited whisper as she dropped into her seat only moments later with that thousand watt smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. ''You, Sir, can thank me later.'' She paused looking down at her fingers, as she playfully pouted. ''Swiping me a new diamond ring will be suffice payment.''

[kathrynharinger]

The good times of today are the sad thoughts of tomorrow.

LOCATION: Glenn Estates, outside of the town, then Downtown Tonopah

MENTIONED: @romanmcnulty @fenderbryne

The night had been more than she could've ever imagined. There was this feeling that'd settled in her sternum. One that she'd honestly never thought possible. A man she liked so obviously liked her back. She felt like a girl with a teenage crush, that smile plastered across her face the whole time she'd been sitting beside him in the bar. The weight of the violet necklace hanging light against her chest. A reminder that she might actually mean something to someone.

In that way.

Kathryn's heart fluttered with a sense of contentment as she looked back to Roman as she started towards her front door. They'd spent an evening together that she was pretty certain might lead to many more, it'd been filled with laughter, and easy. He was intelligent and thoughtful, but he was...still a man. It almost seemed too good to be true. Glancing back just once more, she told herself; she waved goodbye, Roman's smile etched in her mind. Turning, she walked towards her front door, illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light.

She wondered if Fender was home, so she could tell him.

Then the entire world erupted into chaos. An earth-shattering explosion erupted behind her, engulfing the night in a fiery blaze. The sheer force of the blast knocked Kathryn off her feet, and she felt the ground shudder beneath her. Skin collided, and her skin felt the heat a little too cold, singed hair causing a scream to erupt from between her lips. It all happened so quickly. One second she was happy, and the next she was fearing for her life. Again. Except this time Roman wasn't going to whisk her to safety.

No...reality began to set in.

Fear gripped her heart as she instinctively covered her head, another delayed blast causing tears to spring from her eyes in a gasped sob. She didn't want to die. Protecting herself from debris that rained down around her, parts fiery hot settling against once smooth skin. The blast rained down, shards flying through the air like deadly confetti.

Dazed and disoriented, Kathryn struggled to regain her bearings. Her ears were ringing, and the acrid smell of smoke filled the air. Panic surged within her as she frantically began pushing up from the ground. In her state she attempted to search for any sign of Roman. However, she fell on her wobbly legs only seconds later.

She didn't care about herself now, she cared about him. Roman.

"Roman! Roman!" she screamed with panic, her voice trembled with fear. She knew, but she couldn't admit it. This couldn't be happening. Her parents had died in a car, and now...no. Tears welled up in her eyes as she managed to half stumble towards the sight of the explosion. His car. It was but a shell now, a blazing shell in the shape of hell's flames. She feared the worst, praying that somehow, miraculously, he had survived.

''No, no, no,'' Were all the words that made it out of her mouth, hand coming to cover the sob that erupted from between her lips.

It was a twisted, charred mass of metal, barely recognizable as a vehicle. Her heart sank further. He was gone. Just like that. There were no real explanations that could've made sense to her in that moment because they'd have been lost on her. Kathryn just replayed his face in that ultimate moment on repeat, as if she might forget it.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she collapsed to her knees, unable to comprehend the cruel twist of fate that had stolen him away from her just moments after they had said their goodnights. She clutched her chest, feeling as if her heart might shatter under the weight of the grief and disbelief. His necklace lay there that only fuelled the tears further, hand scrapping against her pocket to call the authorities. To call anyone.

''Help me, someone please help me,'' She sobbed.

Barely able to type, she managed to bring the phone to her ear, only to continue sobbing until they finally arrived.

[kathrynharinger]

The five stages of grief.

LOCATION: The Lost Word loft apartment above.

MENTIONED: @romanmcnulty @fenderbryne

Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.

Kathryn sat alone in the dimly lit loft apartment that sat above the Lost Word. It was her sanctuary of solitude which now felt more suffocating, as if the walls were closing in around her. The events of that night replayed in her mind like a haunting melody, each note a sharp pang of pain. The car bomb that had taken Roman away at the snap of her fingers one minute of life was going right and the next...it was hell on earth. It was true; the devil walked among them. That same fire that'd taken Roman away had also left its mark on her body. Her arms and back bore the scars of the explosion, a constant reminder of the tragedy that had shattered her world. Thankfully, the bandages stopped her from picking at the ugliness of them.

Denial washed over her like a cold wave, numbing her senses and clouding her thoughts. It'd been there since she got home. The house seemed cold, lonely, and he'd never even stepped foot in here. She couldn't fathom that Roman was truly gone, that the man she'd began to really like was now nothing more than a memory. She clung to the hope that this was all some cruel mistake, that at any moment now he would burst through the door with that lopsided grin and cocky remark that few people could pull off. But reality was unyielding, refusing to bend to her wishes.

Anger quickly surged within her, a burning fire that consumed her from the inside out. Her parents, Roman, Fender — the list went on of people that she had lost or was slowly losing. She slammed her fist onto the table, cursing the cruel twists of this life that constantly stolen happiness from her life. Like they were waiting for a light to finally die within her. Why him? Why them? The questions echoed in her mind late into the night when sleep evaded a relentless barrage that had no answers. Her anger wasn't just directed at the faceless perpetrators; it was directed at the universe itself, for robbing her of the future she always dreamed of having, and the second she got a taste, it was ripped away.

Bargaining followed, a desperate plea to whatever higher power might be listening. "Take me instead," she whispered into the silence, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was the coward's way out, she told herself, that bargaining would get her nowhere in life unless it was a deal out of con artistry with Fender. But at the moment, in the right now, she'd have given anything to turn back time, to rewrite the tragic ending that had unfolded before her eyes. In her mind, she replayed scenarios where she could have done something differently, where she could have saved him. But the past remained unchanged, a cruel testament to the futility of bargaining with the inevitable. She couldn't have done anything differently, no matter how many times she told herself otherwise. A girl who finally found a man who could see her for something more, not for monetary gain or as a trophy on his arm.

Depression had been there since the moment her knees collided with the pavement, and it'd settled like a heavy shroud, enveloping her in a suffocating embrace. The weight of her grief pressed down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe while her hand gripped onto the dining room table, knuckles turning white from the force. The once-vibrant colors of her apartment now seemed dull and lifeless, mirroring the emptiness she felt within. She withdrew from the world outside. Her active social life was on its way to becoming a distant memory. The pain was a constant companion, an unwelcome guest that refused to leave. If and when Fender came home, she'd withdraw to her room as she had done so many nights since; trying to fight the urge to give up. Part was because of Roman, the other was because of the fire that'd marred her body. She felt ugly.

The final stage she was a long way off from.

Acceptance, the final stage of grief, was a distant horizon that seemed impossible to reach. And while Roman's absence was a reality, she could no longer deny, no matter how much she kept pushing forward and trying to fight — she wasn't there yet. Because it was a truth she could no longer fight against. She was waiting for that moment of clarity, when the fog finally cleared and she could begin to piece together the fragments of her struth,hattered heart. Somewhere deep inside of her, she knew that accepting his death didn't mean forgetting him or letting the way he'd died lay. But there was one realisation that did settle down within her this night, finding a way to honor his memory, to carry his spirit with her as she moved forward.

And that meant finding the person who killed him.

[tragedyswept]

location: outside of fire and ice event, back alley special delivery for @fenderbryne

Alina was on her third cigarette, hands shaking in the slight cold and come down from the drugs that were in her system. It was a secret, of course - she still went to her NA and AA meetings, but still, being who she was, she couldn't stop, especially in a high pressure night like this. All of the people, feeling as if she didn't belong - all of it brought on the urge to drink and do what she needed to do. Sneaking out, hiding from her brother and friends, she sat in the stairs, letting the smoke fill her lungs as she heard footsteps.

"Shit, you scared me. What the fuck?" Alina looked up to see Fender and smiled. "What, you missed your favorite bartender and wanted me to personally serve you a drink? No can do, Fendy, I'm takin' my time out here. Needed some air." She sighed, taking another drag. "You want one?"