enthusiasticclouds-sally
Trapped in my Imagination
Sally Elizabeth Finkelstein || Twenty-Seven || Magick
"The w o r s e is just around the bend..."
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Research and Development | Open
Ev couldn’t believe that she was here, passing out flyers like she was one of DevTech’s teen interns. But Winston had said that, after the worst disaster Swynlake has had all year, DevTech should put its best foot forward and show that even its executives were dedicated to the town its roots were in. And somehow, despite the fact that Winston was the people-person, Ev had ended up with the job.
Once Ev got set up outside Town Hall, though, she had to admit that this could be a good idea. Get a feel for how people were generally feeling about the events of two weeks ago. Twitter could only tell her so much, and this information was going to be valuable for the future.
She had just finished carefully stacking the DevTech brochures when she accidentally knocked the whole display over, sending brochures, stress balls, pens, and other little freebies flying. “Dammit,” Ev muttered, crouching down to start picking the items up, when she saw someone approaching out of the corner of her eye. “One sec!” she called, looking her over her shoulder. “Very professional of me, I know.”
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Sally hadn’t been too affected by the events that had trespassed two weeks ago. In fact, she had been home that night and had kept Hector company while texting Panic to make sure he was doing okay since he had gone. When it came to events, for the most part, the redhead tended to avoid them.
It was simply too much for her magic. Too many people all hoarded together in one spot and that was just disastrous for magic that thrived on the connection of people.
It was always easier for Sally to just stay home and avoid the migraine.
Thankfully, as it normally did, things were already somewhat settling down for the town, which meant that Sally could back to the routine of running errands. Now that she had two new roommates, food was evaporating quicker than normal. It was while walking that she caught these slew of items suddenly colliding with her feet. Pausing in her tracks, the ginger bend down to pick up some of the items and hand them over to who she assume was the owner of them.
“Oh no, umm that’s okay. I was just passing by...”
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panicked-nights:
I Can Explain || Demon Doll
“Demon of emotion Sally. It’s in my name.” Panic explained with a small shrug. “It’s not something that I’ve focused on in a long time but yeah the whole point of us is to make humans feel the emotion and feed off that. It’s not going to remove everything from you but it might help.”
Panic had never though paid attention to how it made others feel, if it would make her feel better or if it would just empower him while doing nothing for her.
“It’s like a power trip especially as of late.” Especially since he was a demon without a host.
Well, if it would be more or less like a power trip to Panic, then Sally supposed there wouldn’t be any harm in trying this whole idea out. Heaven knew that she wouldn’t mind being relieved of some of her father’s emotions that were basically suffocating her down.
Even if this didn’t take it all away, honestly, Sally will be thrilled with just some leaving. Any bit would be of great help.
“Then if it won’t cause you harm, I’mm willing to give it a try. Anything I have to do in specific, or do I just sit here? I’m not really sure how it all is supposed to work. I mean for me I just had to hold my father’s hand and concentrate... I don’t know if it’s any different for you.”
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hellfire-damnation:
Ragtime Gal || DEA
@enthusiasticclouds-sally
She was getting better. Well, that was good to hear. Or, rather, better at not letting her visions control her.
Though he had only touched upon the surface of things when helping her with Daniel and his passing, Claude knew that there was much about her connection with the dead that burdened Sally, the kind of burden that weighed heavily on someone’s soul, could mark them for the rest of their life. Even still, she was always such a bright light, shining even in her lost moments…Claude respected that about her, loved that about her, in truth, just as he loved that she was herself.
Her visions, her tattoos and her quirky ways were what made Sally Finkelstein who she was, at the very center of the fabric of her being.
And Claude would not have her any other way.
Turning to follow along at her side, Claude shook his head. “None at all. Whatever you have will be perfectly fine.” He smiled at the mention of the Dalmatian. “I have missed her. I’m sure she’s gotten quite big.”
Well, since she was given the permission to decide the tea, Sally figured she would make some chamomile tea. She had some fresh dry chamomile grown and everything from her garden. It would be a perfect warm and relaxing tea. The boys in her house loved it.
“She has, but she still thinks she’s a small puppy. She loves to curl up on everyone.”
It wasn’t long before the pair of them reached her house, Salene and Silas immediately running right up to the red head the moment she opened the door. Sally made sure to give them both some doting attention before stepping aside so that they could see Claude. Salene instantly barked in excitement to see an old friend, her tail wagging ecstatically as she sat on her hind legs right in front of Claude.
It made Sally laugh. “Salene is expecting some very overdue attention and she won’t move until she gets it.” She barked then as if to say that her redhead was right.
Silas, on the other hand, lagged a little behind curiously looking at the new stranger that had just entered his home. He was always the more cautious one and had done the same for both Panic and Hector, but he ended loving them both at the end, so Sally knew it would be the same for Claude.
#claudefrollo#bdrpclaude#dead eyed angel#ragtime gal#writing this reply made me realize that all of Sally's friends#are all guys lmao#bc her other close friend is Simba haha
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panicked-nights:
I Can Explain || Demon Doll
Panic grimaced at the thought of taking all those negative emotions. Some demon would probably have a field day with it but as it was Panic could live off panic, the other negative emotions didn’t do as much for him.
“Negative emotions are kind of my trademark Sally, you know I could try to feed off the energy. It won’t be perfect because it’s not panic but demon of emotion.” Panic offered with a shrug. “I dunno if it will help much but it’s up to you.”
Sally blinked a bit in shock, eyes growing wide in an owlish fascination at the fact that Panic could feed off of the negative emotions. See, she knew some good amount of information concerning demons back when she was doing some studying to help Panic find a way to gain his own corporal body.
This bit of information she must have missed.
“Wait you can really do that? Feed off of the negative energy? It won’t leave you with any bad side effects or harm you in any way?”
Because Sally would definitely have him try if it didn’t, but only if it didn’t. She would rather navigate through her father’s remaining skin crawling emotions inside of her than harm Panic in any way shape or form.
“Because if it doesn’t... I wouldn’t mind trying. I have to return back to Scotland soon to umm deal with the arrangements of his body, the house and some other legal paperwork... and if I can go back without feeling like I can’t be in my own skin that, well that would really help... but only if it doesn’t harm you.”
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hector-sayinggoodbye:
Séance || Ghost Doll
Héctor smiled, glad to think that the dogs really did like his company. He paid them a lot of attention, it was true, but he did that mostly for selfish reasons. Because he’d never had a dog, and it turned out having a dog was really fun, and having two dogs was even more fun, and when he was stuck on his own, or when he was feeling kinda shitty, the dogs were a good cure. They were always happy to see him, that was true, but then he didn’t know them before — he’d just wondered if they were really happy dogs.
Having Sally around helped too, though. Someone he could talk to without straining to be heard, someone who could see him without him having to put any effort into it at all. Héctor had met a few mediums in his time, literally a few — Sally was maybe the third, if he was going to go through and properly count, and they weren’t always pleased to see you. Héctor had the impression that being able to see the dead wasn’t exactly a cake walk, so he couldn’t really blame them for being pissy.
But finding someone who was happy to have him stay, and now actively inviting him to talk… it was refreshing. Even if Héctor wasn’t sure that he wanted to talk her up on the offer, really.
“It’s kind of a long story.” He said with a wistful smile, before realising that, honestly, it really wasn’t. It was just a painful one, the pain made even hotter and brighter by the recent meeting with Imelda. And it wasn’t going to get any easier if he didn’t talk about it. If he was going to get over it, over her (because he had to, because she wanted nothing to do with him, because he couldn’t tell her the truth), then he needed to talk.
“When I was alive, there was a girl. A woman.” He corrected himself. Imelda was maybe, no, definitely the strongest woman he had ever met, and there was no mistaking that. “We had a… a fling, I suppose. But I loved her. I wanted to— mierda, I wanted to meet her family.” He laughed at himself, his gaze dropping to the floor before he forced himself to lift it, looking at Sally to explain. “I wasn’t exactly the kinda guy you took home to your mamá, and I liked it that way, but for her… I wanted to be everything for her.”
Sally made sure to not push Hector, if he wanted to talk to her she was more than willing to listen, but she wouldn’t make him comfortable and force him to say anything he didn’t want to.
Although, she was very glad that he decided to open up.
The red head knew the burdens that came with suffocating everything down. She had lived a life of seclusion practically up until she had ran away and landed in Swynlake. Her entire life had been about suffocating everything down and that lend for more damage instead of anything good.
It wasn’t something she wanted for Hector. Maybe it was a little too late for it to affect his living life, but it shouldn’t have to haunt his after life as well.
When hearing Hector speak about this woman and feeling that warmth that emitted from his emotions, it made Sally smile for him. She wasn’t one to say that she could relate she has never really been in a relationship. She of course had felt love once but... Daniel had died before anything could become of that love.
And at that time she had been so afraid of her own magic, she never wanted Daniel to have to suffer because of it. It’s funny how time could be so cruel.
“She sounds wonderful.” If she was able to grab the heart of a man who never wanted to be tied down, then she had to be something. “What happened to her?” Sally asked softly. “Does she know... know that you’re dead?”
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BDRP Wrimo Task #24:
Time Capsule: your character has dug up a time capsule that they buried ten years ago. What is in it? (One shot/thread format – aesthetic optional.)
Sally was back in Scotland.
Actually, she has been in Scotland for a good several days now. She knew this second trip was not going to be a one day endeavor. There was the task of setting up the funeral and burial for her father, then getting through the legal paper work and transactions to receive all that her father had left her (which was a lot, both of her parents had been very, very well off), and finally the house.
Sally had no intentions of keeping it. In fact, she never wanted to return to it ever again, even as she presently stood right outside of it. The was a for sale sign up with contact information for the realtor the redhead had hired to get this process going. She didn’t care what it was sold for, or who was interested in buying it, she just wanted it sold and notified once all the paper work was finished.
The ginger had only returned for one sole purpose and that purpose was hidden beneath the dirt of the back yard. Her combat boots treaded through grass until they stopped at very specific spot. Kneeling down, Sally began to dig through the earth beneath her until she reached what she was looking for, a decent sized metal box.
No one knew of the existence of such a box and in all honesty, Sally had almost forgotten about it herself if it were not for the realtor mentioning that the house needed to be emptied.
Planting herself comfortably on the grass now, Sally placed the box on her lap and opened it up. The very first item placed widely opened on the top was a piece a paper with a hand written note to herself on it.
For when you need to remember the good memories you have made here.
Sally had been seventeen years old when she put this box together. It was at a very low point in her life, when everything around her felt hopeless and dark and she couldn’t seem to find enough reason to move on. This box pushed her through because everything she placed inside of it was all the good she managed to make in this life-sucking hell of a place. This had been her box of light.
Inside was a small black crochet stuffed cat with orange button eyes and Sally could remember how proud she had been as this lonely eight year old making a stuffed animal all on her own. This cat was what started her love for sewing and grew her imagination to all the things she could create. It came as no surprise then that underneath it laid a folded deep red dress, long and simple in design.
It was the very first piece of clothing Sally had ever made. Her father never allowed her to wear dresses. She had been ten then.
Pulling the dress aside, the ginger found a polaroid picture of her and Danny. She was in high school when that picture was taken. It was the first night Danny had snuck her out of her house and they grabbed themselves some ice-cream. She was smiling so big and bright beside Danny. She was smiling now looking at the picture.
Sally knew that the rest of the items in this box were all also going to tie back to Daniel, but he had been the one who had turned everything around for her. She missed him. There was a hand-made Christmas tree ornament that Sally was currently holding. It was a bright orange jack-o-lantern with black scary features. This was for a Christmas back when she was fourteen that her father had not been home for and so Danny had snuck over and they decorated her tree halloween style.
Her father had thrown out that tree the very same night he had returned home. The ornament in her hand was the only thing left of that tree.
Along side the jack-o-lantern was a small spool of grey sewing thread. This very spool had fallen among other sewing items on her bedroom floor the very first night Daniel had made a surprise sneak in visit to her room. The noise had woken her father and Sally remembered quickly stuffing Danny in the closet until she had convinced her father that she had just been clumsy and dropped her sewing box. Danny and her had laughed all night about it. It was the first time he slept over.
The very last item was a beautiful gold necklace with a skull pendant on it. It had been a birthday gift Danny had bought for Sally, and the first ever piece of jewelry the redhead had ever owned. She loved it so much, but was never able to wear it for fear of her father taking it away from her.
Sally placed the necklace on now.
Slowly she carefully returned all the items into her metal box. There was nothing she wanted to take back with her about her life here in Scotland, absolutely nothing, except for this box of beautiful memories. It was time for these small trinkets of light to return back with her to her new home, Swynlake.
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BDRP Wrimo Task #9:
Petition Town Board for something! A new business? A new law? Anything!
PETITION: Establish a tailor/alterations shoppe for Swynlake (A Stitch In Time)
PETITIONER: Sally Finkelstein
OTHER SIGNERS: [Help Sally out and sign!! :D]
PETITION: The town of Swynlake has been without the services of tailoring and alterations since the unfortunate burning of Rags and Bags Consignment. Residents of this town have resorted to further traveling in order to gain the simple pleasures of fitted and mended clothes. In lieu of such a loss, this petition seeks permission from the board for the establishment of a tailor/alterations shoppe.
This shoppe will include tailoring, alterations, hemming, and repairing services for all articles of clothing as well as all forms of clothing material based on the specifications, needs, and preferences of the customer.
The option to bring forth custom design ideas for clothing will be available and highly encouraged. The people of Swynlake should have the opportunity to enjoy and partake in the creative process of their own design for their personal apparel and this shoppe hopes to become an open space and first step for such an opportunity.
As one may see, a tailor/alterations shop will be a beneficial additive to Swynlake as it will provide services that have once been readily available close to home and will be a space in which creativity is promoted and cultivated within a town blossoming in talent.
BUDGET: I will be providing the financial means for the initial costs of the shoppe as well as the operational costs needed going forward.
#bdrpwrimo#bdrpwrimokiara#bdrpwrimo2020#bdrptask#this should have been done like TWO YEARS AGOOOO xDD#and I did this at like 4am last night during some work down time#sooo it's probs shitty but I trieed
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BDRP Wrimo Task #5:
Personality Aesthetic (Hogwarts houses, Myers-Briggs, Enneagram, vice/virtue, etc.)
Hogwarts Houses: Slytherin and Hufflepuff; Sally is a Slytherpuff!! :D
Slytherin Primary
Slytherin Primaries are fiercely loyal to the people they care for most. Slytherin is the place where “you’ll make your real friends”– they prioritize individual loyalties and find their moral core in protecting and caring for the people they are closest to.
Slytherin’s reputation for ambition comes from the visibility of this promotion of the self and their important people– ambition is something you can find in all four Houses; Slytherin’s is just the one that looks most obviously selfish.
Because their morality system of “me and mine first” is fairly narrow in scope, Slytherins often construct a secondary morality system to deal with situations that are not addressed by their loyalty system.
Hufflepuff Secondary
Hufflepuff Secondaries toil.
Their strength comes from their consistency and the integrity of their method. They’re our hard workers. They build habits and systems for themselves and accomplish things by keeping at them. They have a steadiness that can make them the lynchpin (though not usually the leader) of a community. While stereotyped as liking people and being kind (and this version is perhaps a common reality), a Hufflepuff secondary can also easily be a caustic, introverted misanthrope who runs on hard work alone.
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hector-sayinggoodbye:
Séance || Ghost Doll
The sudden sound of the dogs’ paws pattering against the floor as they entered and their excited panting was, Héctor found, a welcome distraction from the quiet that he had let himself sink into. It was kinda nice to have a roof over his head, and nicer still to have people around more often than not, but when the place was empty and it was just him… well, it was easy to start sulking.
And he had a lot to sulk about these days. The fact that he was dead, and he didn’t even know how it had happened. The fact that only a handful of people could see him if he wasn’t actively trying to be seen in an environment where he could be seen in the first place. And now, on top of everything, the fact that he couldn’t tell his ex, arguably the love of his life, that he was dead, and that she wanted nothing at all to do with him anyway.
When the dogs began sniffing around him, Héctor reached out, giving each a little pat on the head. He had no idea how it worked, but their tails were still wagging, so they must have felt something. The dogs were definitely good at chasing away the blues. Héctor had never really had any pets growing up, and it wasn’t really the right thing to do as an adult when he was moving around so often, but he was finding that he definitely enjoyed Salene and Silas’ company.
“They’re smart,” He informed Sally, as if she didn’t already know. “And they’re pedigrees, so they have high opinions of themselves. Ain’t that right?”
The dogs wagged their tails, and Héctor took that to mean that they agreed.
He sat up a little straighter, giving Sally the best smile he could manage, which honestly wasn’t a very good one. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright. Just having one of those days, y'know? Stuck in my own head. It’ll pass.”
Sally laughed softly at the cute scene between Hector and her Dalmatians. They have been thrilled from the very day Hector had arrived. They both enjoyed his company plenty, especially because he always stopped to give them doting attention.
They were pure attention hogs.
“They love having you around, you spoil them with all the attention they could possibly ask for. You are their dream come true.”
Silas barked excitedly in response to Sally’s statement that it made the redhead shake her head. It was funny, Silas she adopted because he had been barking right at a ghost the first time she laid eyes on him, so she knew he would be the perfect fit for her little family. Salene, got used to the presence of the undead with Sally, she was around when the red head had first gained her medium abilities.
As Hector spoke, Sally took a seat beside him offering him a warm smile. She knew how that felt, getting stuck in your own head, especially with the recent visit she had with her now dead father. It could be an awful place sometimes and Sally also knew that talking about one’s thoughts can be cathartic.
She didn’t want Hector to drown alone in his head if he didn’t have to.
“You want to talk about it? It can help. I find that it does and I wouldn’t mind listening.”
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panicked-nights:
I Can Explain || Demon Doll
Panic nodded at every line trying to give Sally the room to speak and talk. Whatever she needed to say before he said anything. Through his own grief he missed things, his sleepless nights he could though tell when Sally wasn’t around even with their new ghosty roommate.
The pain of death even if they were far from Sally, Panic could feel in his chest. “Death does have the ability to fuck us up.” Panic admitted gently. “What can I do to help? What do you need?”
There was a sigh that left Sally’s lips as she tucked some hair behind her ear looking down at her tea mug. One would think that death couldn’t leave a sting on Sally anymore. She was medium, she saw dead people every day. She had visions of death that made her experience them.
Death was just... something that always clung onto the redhead, but now... she couldn’t even place a finger on it.
“I don’t even know what I need...” She twirled the cup in hand before lifting her gaze to look at Panic. “I did something that night... my umm my father and I we didn’t have the best relationship. He blamed me for a lot in his life... ” That was the best way she was going to slice that one and in all honestly, the details of her relationship with her father was not something Sally wanted to dive into.
“It was bad and he... he held a lot of suffocating and awful emotions that he blamed me for...” A lot of rage and hatred. “If he had died with all of that still inside him I... I don’t know where he would’ve ended up and so I took them. I took all those emotions away from him and placed them onto myself... and now I just—I just feel so out of my own skin.”
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Kiara’s BDRPWrimo Track List!!! :D
Let’s see if I can actually do them all this year... the last one I completed fully was 2018 xD
Have your character write a sonnet! (click here for explanation/template)
Create a scrapbook/photo album page for your character, include a description. (Bonus points if canon.) Webby
Plot an AU with a partner (or two or three!). Write one thread, write a few threads, however you want to do it! (Can also be done in dialogue style like a script.) (MUST be plotted.)
Plot a thread that takes place in one of Swynlake’s businesses with a mun that you don’t currently have a thread with. Isabel
Personality Aesthetic (Hogwarts houses, Myers-Briggs, Enneagram, vice/virtue, etc.) Sally
Write ten short-short stories of no more than a paragraph long (can start one or multiple characters.)
5 headcanons for your/your character’s favorite place in Swynlake. Minnie
5 in-character Instagram post of another character. (5 different muns, ex: Phil posts one of Tom, Barbie, John, etc…) Minnie
Petition Town Board for something! A new business? A new law? Anything! Sally
Write a one-shot about your character’s family, involving 3 family members minimum. (This can include whatever your character’s definition of family is.)
Create your own class for Pride University. Who teaches it? Come up with three assignments Minnie
Plot a thread with two characters who do not know each other where they have to solve a problem (stuck in an elevator, attacked by a wild animal, etc!) Kion
Write a crack!ship au for one of your characters. Definition of a crackship: seriously this shit can’t happen but in an alternate universe.
A playlist that your character would actually listen to. (10 songs minimum.) Isabel
Write a story using either Tweets or entirely in texts between characters
Jukebox Musical/TV or Movie Soundtrack: come up with a playlist of at least 10 songs, write a scene summary to go with each one.
BDRP Memes: create memes (there are websites where you can do this) about characters, places, or things that happen in Swynlake! (10 minimum)
Create a D&D-style character sheet for your character! Whether it’s for modern day or an AU, get creative. Some templates found here.
Flip The Script: Change one DRASTIC trait about your character and write a one-shot. (A character who is a Magick is now a Mundus or vice versa; a character is suddenly born in an entirely different place; a 15-year-old is a 51-year-old etc etc.)
Create an in character PowerPoint. This is something they could’ve made themselves, for their friends, for a class/homework assignment, etc. It just has to be IN character.
A list of 10+ characters you’d like to see in the RP (for you to play or someone else!)
Get together with your employees/coworkers and create a floorplan for your business! You can use any medium you want: the Sims, floorplan programs (here is a good one), or draw it and take a picture! (Or do it in Microsoft paint, w/e). (If you don’t have a business, do your character’s house, make sure to do it with the people you live with!) (This task only counts if it is collaborative.)
Design a website for one of Swynlake’s businesses, or maybe even your own character’s! You may mock it up in photoshop, use quick site builders such as carrd.co, or anything else!
Time Capsule: your character has dug up a time capsule that they buried ten years ago. What is in it? (One shot/thread format – aesthetic optional.) Sally
10 headcanons about Swynlake in general! (It doesn’t matter if these match up with other people’s views!! It’s fun to hear everyone’s takes!)
Your character’s phone! List ten contacts, the last five messages, four apps, and screensavers! Kion
Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun! (This could be an existing connection or a connection that could possibly happen 10 years in the future! Should be 10+/- years in the past/future.)
Your character’s closet. Give 15 pieces of clothing with a little description of the “history” of the apparel. Is it a favorite shirt, did they get it traveling, is it their lucky pair of underwear etc etc. Isabel
YOUR (the mun’s) favorite thing about Swynlake/your least favorite thing about Swynlake.
Create a beauty/make up/getting ready for the day routine for your character. Must include at least 7 steps!
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hellfire-damnation:
Someone To Cry To || Dead Eyed Angel
Claude watched the redhead for a moment with a concerned furrow to his brow before he disappeared into the depths of his flat, pulling out towels and a spare shirt for her to sleep in, blankets for the couch. His mind was already made up on that; she would not be going home, not this late and certainly not this upset. It was even her own words (I can’t go home) that confirmed it.
He padded quietly back into the room, cargo in hand, and set the blankets gently on the arm of the couch. Then, he unfolded the towel and draped the spare t-shirt over his arm. She still looked impossibly sad, but Sally had tried to muster up a smile, so that was an improvement. There were still stray tears clinging to the corners of her eyes, but they had not fallen or, if they had, they had mixed in with the water that still dripped from her hair and her clothes.
“Here,” he said, voice gentle as he handed the towel and shirt to her. “The bathroom is just off the right, down the hall, for you to change. I will put on tea or, perhaps, hot chocolate? Which would you prefer?” The latter was a rarity, something he drank only so often, but he figured that this was as good a time as any to make it.
When she apologized to him, Claude tsked and shook his head. “There is no need for that, Sally. None at all. I am glad you came here, that you did not try to go home like this. I was up, as it were, so it is quite alright.”
“I’m very lucky then that you seem to be a night owl like me.”
Sally teased fondly, the hint of light in her eyes was missing and her voice was barely above a whisper, but she managed to keep the small semblance of a smile she had already placed on her features. Everything felt far too heavy and was still so freshly entangled and raw inside of her that she couldn’t manage her normal light spirit, but Claude was helping chip away at the heaviness.
All of the kindness he was showing her and the warm glow of care that emitted from her all aided in slowly muffling the rage of her father’s hatred that still lingered under her skin.
The redhead quietly grabbed a hold of the shirt and towel and made her way to the bathroom. She didn’t realize the wonderful relief that would come with slipping into a very warm shirt but she was eternally grateful for it. The shirt was large on her flowing past her knees and the short sleeves falling past her elbows. It was perfectly comfortable.
Sally returned back to the kitchen feeling a little lighter than when she had originally entered.
“Umm, I’ll take the hot chocolate if the offer is still available. I can help too, in making the hot chocolate. I... don’t think I can sit still right now. I feel really out of my own skin.” She admitted knowing the restless was caused by the residue of her father’s emotions she had taken into herself right before he passed away.
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I Can Explain || Demon Dolls
Panic hadn’t really intended to steal Sally’s space for as long as he had but as long as the two of them weren’t talking there was no reason for him to be in that house and he wasn’t planning on renting an apartment any time soon. That would just be giving up and he still loved Attina. It was just they couldn’t apparently deal with grief together.
He just tried to make sure he was available and able to help Sally if need be. Especially as he picked up her own anxieties. (Wasn’t it just wonderful to be a panic demon).
“Yeah, I don’t have anywhere to be. What’s up? Are you okay?”
Once Panic had taken the tea mug from her hand, Sally found herself a seat and sat down. It made her smile a bit to see Panic cut straight to the point. It made things easier for her honestly but the ginger had to pause a moment to figure out how to word how she was.
It was complicated to say the least.
And then she had to return back to Scotland soon the thought made her sigh.
“I’m... kind of okay and sort of not...?” Did that make any sense? Probably not, but Sally shrugged taking a sip of her tea. “I was in Scotland not too long ago... on my birthday actually.” She began trying to trace her own line of thoughts through so as to make the explanation a lot simpler.
See, she hadn’t told Panic about that visit and when she had returned back to Swynlake she hadn’t come home. Instead, Sally had slept over Claude’s. She didn’t want to drown Panic in her own problems when he had a lot of his own to begin with, but seeing as she was going to have to go back soon, all of these absences had to be explained.
Roommates always noticed when the other was missing.
“I... had a vision a couple of days before of my father’s death and he... died that night, the night I went to Scotland to see him. I knew he would... that’s why I went but I think I’m still messed up from the visit... it was a lot.”
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hector-sayinggoodbye:
Séance || Ghost Doll
@enthusiasticclouds-sally
Héctor hadn’t thought about how nice it would be to have a roof over his head. For a while, whilst time had slipped past him, he had barely noticed the difference between night and day, and then when he was learning to use music to his advantage, he’d spent a lot of time indoors anyway, at music venues and various concerts, but not a home. An actual apartment, somewhere cozy, soft. He couldn’t always fully appreciate those aspects of the place, but he liked it all the same.
And he was finding that it was a very good place to mope. He was doing a lot of that right now.
He didn’t need to sleep, he supposed, but since he had been trying to be more of a person again he did his best. He wasn’t exactly sure that what he did was sleeping, but it was probably close enough, and besides, he wasn’t actually doing it right now anyway. No, he was lying on Sally’s couch, staring up at the ceiling, thinking too much and not thinking anything all at once. He didn’t know if he was enjoying the silence or simply wallowing in it, but he made no effort to turn on the radio.
When the front door opened he bolted upright, blinking at it and the redhead who stepped through it. Shit. What time was it? “Hey, sorry,” He blinked, looking around the place. It wasn’t that messy, in fact it was kinda tidy, but still. He felt like he’d messed it up, and he was really planning on fixing it, but… “I meant to clean up in here a bit, but. Lost track of time, I guess.”
Sally had gone out for a bit to walk her dogs because if they were left in the house all day they became extremely restless and no one wanted that. It was especially true when she now had two new roommates living with her: Panic and Hector.
For the sake of both men, it was best to not have her dogs running and bouncing about out of control.
Once she opened the door, both Salene and Silas ran right in completely going around Hector even though he was not corporal at the current moment. Hey, they lived with a medium, they both knew their way around ghosts by now. Normally, Sally would have followed them making sure they made it to the kitchen to drink some water, but her eyes was now on Hector who was jolted upright as if he wasn’t expecting Sally’s return.
“No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. It’s not even bad really.” She smiled, even with two extra occupants her home still felt the same to the red head. “If anything, it’s Salene and Silas that makes up most of the mess here.”
When hearing their name, both Dalmations barked, making Sally roll her eyes and shake her head.
“It’s like they know when I talk bad about them.” Rolling up the leash she had in hand, Sally took another good look at Hector her head tilted in a slight angle. “You okay?”
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sallyelizabeth: “Life. It’s a beautiful thing…But that was yesterday. Today… today is about death” #halloweencostume #halloween2020 #poisonivy
#forgot that Sally actually has an insta haha xD#and the one time of year Sally has no problem getting out of her own skin xD#bdrphalloween#bdrpinsta#wardrobe
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Cannonball | Open
Aquata had swum lap after lap after lap, and she was still full of restless, frustrated energy. It felt like the campaign was spinning out of her control, and Aquata would never admit it, but she felt kind of like an idiot for the way she had reacted to that gossip post. It was embarrassing. And maybe Aquata should have seen it coming, being publicly embarrassed, just by virtue of running for Board. But this felt personal in an unexpected way.
The bulletin board by the gym’s automatic doors caught Aquata’s eye as she started out toward the parking lot. It was crammed with flyers: babysitters, tutors, research studies at Pride U, advertisements for the fundraisers. Aquata paused, looking from Reza’s to Shock’s to Al’s. That would be cathartic, Aquata thought, ripping them all down, and she definitely wasn’t going to do it, but the fact of the matter was that Aquata definitely had one hand on Al’s flyer when someone rounded the corner and entered the entryway.
Aquata jumped back instinctively. “Hello! How are you today?” Aquata said, slapping on her politician smile. “I was just looking at the fundraiser flyers, everyone really got so creative this year, huh? I hope I’ll see you at the walk-a-thon.”
[fit check!]
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Sally decided to head on over to the gym. She was going to attend a yoga class. Although, crowds were never the best for the ginger, she always benefitted from doing some yoga and this point she had her magic pretty well controlled.
Except for the new aspect of her empathy that had decided to show up recently.
Speaking of such, just as she was to enter she spotted Aquata Triton. Of course, she didn’t know the woman well, but it was hard not to know her face since she was running for election. Her aura was glowing brightly around her full of life (which was always a good thing), but it glowed in a shaky yellow. Sally was still not familiar with every color, but she did feel the spike in anxiety like a sudden jolt of lightening under her skin.
The redhead eyed Aquata’s hand and then Aquata herself. The sound of laughter snickered behind her ears. The ghosts were amused. It was all enough for Sally to guess at the scene in front of her. Nevertheless, she simply smiled.
“I appears so... and umm I was.” That was a lie, Sally hadn’t even decided where she wanted to go. “The walk-a-thon, it’s a nice idea.”
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I Can Explain || Demon Dolls
@panicked-nights
Sally had been off the past couple of days...
It had all to do with the death of her father. She had seen it happen in a vision and had gone to Scotland on her birthday to help him pass. It was hard, he admitted to hating her, she felt the boiling emotions deep in her own skin and still she helped him move on.
She felt trapped in the residue of the emotions she had taken from her father so that he could have peace.
And the worse part was that she had to return back to Scotland one more time for all the arrangements of her father’s body. It was why she was currently seated at her kitchen table waiting for Panic to come down. She figured she owed him an explanation. She knew he was probably wondering what was going on with her and if she was going to leave again he deserved to know.
To top it off, her empath abilities have now added being able to see the aura’s of those around her as well as taking away the emotions of others. Sally has been having horrible headaches from all the different colors she has seen in town.
Tea was already all made and once Panic appeared she greeted him with a smile handing him the warm mug of tea.
“It’s freshly made and your favorite flavor. You... have time to talk?”
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