𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒚

[HauntedMansion]

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[moonkin]

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─────── location. porch ─ mentions. none ─ tags. trav <3



─────── delicate fingers decorated in dainty rings gently touched upon the yellow flowers that bloomed in a circle around her. the grass flattened earlier to make a preferable sitting spot. blonde waves lifted and blew in the slow breeze casting a cool front over the field. nora clutches the flowers in her palm, careful when she wraps her fingers around the stems. they would look perfect with the others she had stored and watered in vases near the farmhouse. some of them lining the porch. she looks over her shoulder now, shifting slightly where she's placed to gaze across the sea of tall grass. there, splitting wood and wiping his forehead after every other raise of an axe, was her boyfriend. high school sweethearts from the beginning, she couldn't imagine her life without travis.
─────── they make eye contact only for a moment when he walks by with a bucket later on, coming from the trough with fresh water for their livestock. a sudden smile grows along with the feeling in her heart. the urge to follow him persuades her feet to move. gathering herself with flowers in hand, nora is mindful as she avoids dips in the field where cows hooves had sunk the ground and piles left that weren't so pleasant to pass. she knows the lecture that is coming. don't go so close to the trees, she repeats to herself.
─────── well, she couldn't resist... nora hugs her hand close to her chest and opens the gate in front of her. remembering to secure it behind her as she closes it. she had just missed him by the imprints of his boots.
─────── "i got you these," she extends her closed fist to show travis her find of various sizes of violets and daffodils once she's caught up to him. an arrangement equal of each, the small bundle looks almost professional. her knowledge coming from a magazine she stumbled upon within the house. "aht! not yet -" she pulls her hand away before he could have a chance to investigate. nora hides them behind her back and leans forward, raising herself to her toes. it barely makes any visible change to their height differences. "you get them later." a quick peck high on his cheekbone is her requirement before she lets him continue on. she, however, takes place at the edge of the porch where the firewood was neatly stacked. her legs dangle off the side, allowing her to sway her feet to and fro. the homemade bouquet lay balanced in her lap, cautious of it falling. the sweet oak burning from the reignited fire delighted her senses and wish for winter.

[HauntedMansion]

They/them - loc: porch - tags: Nora


The wooden floorboards mimicked every hollow step under the heel of their worn combat boots, with the occasional dainty creak reminding them to be a bit more courteous to the people who enjoy sleeping in. For this same reason, they had tried keeping their steps light under the easily irritable surface. They knew by now which boards made the most noise, and how to narrowly avoid them, to the point where it became a daily routine. Even on the occasion, the paranoid notion of those same unruly boards one day giving out beneath them, was enough to continue the process after the morning hours. It was a very unlikely scenario. Familiar words spoken right before the events that ended up creating the worlds current reality. Who could blame them for being a little paranoid at this point?
Abraham walked out onto the front porch, spotting Eleanor sitting on the steps of the opposite house. They offered a short wave, closing the door behind them. “Morning hon. Sleep well?” They asked softly, covering a short yawn with their hand. Once the door had been closed with a quiet click, they turned back around to approach her, hazel gaze landing upon the bundle of flowers collected on her lap. “Sooo this’ll be, what? Vase number ten by now?” They offered a small smile with the jab, feeling the weight of their long hair be picked up by the winds current, which beckoned in the direction of the fire pit. They took a hair tie off their wrist, holding it between their teeth before gathering hair to pull back. “They’re pretty.” Abe spoke between clenched teeth, taking the hair tie to finish off the messy bun they made.

[brunchman2000]

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━━━━━━━━▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐; no one • 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗; king house attic • 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜; mars

indentthe sunlight filtered in through the windows, highlighting the dust that floated through the air. it was a pale golden, delicate as it played over the dark wooden floor and pale walls. it lit up every word on the page as evan read from his book, the light turning the eggshell white pages into a soft yellow. he let out a sigh, feeling his concentration on the text slipping. he couldn't help but look out of the window, seeing the small shapes of the cows drifting over the paddocks, blissfully unaware of the bigger picture. he supposed that soon everyone would be getting up and starting their days. he wondered if they noticed the slight pink hues of the early morning sky or the gentle motion of the grass rippling with the breeze. he didn't think they did.

indenthe was perched on the window seat in the attic, surrounded by cardboard boxes full of long forgotten things. this was his quiet retreat from the chaos that was life; a place where he could crack the spine of a good book and just forget about it all for awhile. or at least that was the theory behind it. he was still able to hear the thuds from the lower floors as people walked around or the muffles of conversations. that didn't stop the attic from feeling like his space, though. his refuge away from others, where he came to breathe or to avoid his chores. it wasn't entirely hidden, easily accessible by anyone, but it made the others forget about him for a while at least.

indenthe put his book aside, dog-earing the page. he grabbed his journal instead, unraveling the string that held it closed and opening up the soft leather cover. it was getting quite full now, pages full of his writing and sketches. every once in a while he'd press a leaf or flower among its pages too, which made it rather bulky and uneven. he liked it that way; perfect in its imperfection. he flipped to the most recent page. he had drawn a sketch of mars sitting on the steps to the graham family house. it was only rough and fidgety line work, just trying to get the moment down on paper, but it still looked like her. she was the closest thing to a friend he had. he sighed through his nostrils, pushing away the thoughts that came with the drawing and turned to a blank page. he started to write.

[natrillie]

graham daughter - nineteen - location: outside, near chicken coop - tags: evan - mentions: nora, travis

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"up with your turret,
aren't we just terrified?"

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early morning grogginess glassed over mars' vision as she attempted to quietly maneuver her way out from underneath the comfort of her navy blue duvet. with the sun now working as a post-apocalypse alarm clock, mars was usually awake much earlier than most nineteen year old's would prefer. however, there was something about the fresh morning air that swayed her to crawl out of bed and join the others, or perhaps it was the loud smell of burning log that slipped through the cracked window just above her dusty headboard. either way, a deep groan within mars' stomach guided her down the narrow set of stairs and out into the more communal area of the graham family home.
making her way to the considerably large wood-based kitchen, mars snagged the pitcher of fresh water brought to the house from the well. carefully, she poured a not-so-generous amount into her favorite green stained glass cup. after returning said pitcher, mars sipped on her water before wandering into the living area and sitting criss-crossed on her favorite corner of the couch. although it had been a long two years of living an 'off the grid' lifestyle, mars' arm still edged to the spot where their television remote used to sit, as she itched to tick through the channels before settling with the local news. letting out a slight huff, mars stared at the blank screen before growing tired of her own melancholy thoughts of the past and bounced back onto her feet. she decided to meet the others who she'd heard mumbling outside, likely preparing breakfast.
mars winced as the front screen door shut with a much louder slam than those who continued to sleep would likely prefer, and prayed that both parents were already awake. sporting an awkward giggle, mars walked out to see eleanor peachily swinging her legs on the edge of the porch, obviously waiting for travis to finish feeding the morning fire. placing her cup of water on the railing that lined majority of their deck, mars began towards the small chicken coop that the family kept tucked nearby, taking a mental note of the forest as it peeked out at her from a good distance behind the house. she knew she was a safe distance away, but that familiar heavy feeling crept into her chest anyways. attempting to shake away the burden of being bound to this relatively small section of land, mars turned her gaze to the king house, quickly catching notice of evan in the top-floor window. a pleasant sight, she grinned and lifted her hand for a quick wave. it was calming to know someone was around to keep eye out for her, even if she was aware of just how unlikely it is for something -or someone- to come out from within the trees after all.

[azhefa.]

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full;; evangelina king nick;; eve, eva, sunshine a
ge;; 25-years-old gender;; female, she/her role;
; relative [adopted] born;; southern england ori
entation;; heterosex/panrom love interest;; non
e partner;; none offspring;; wants a family of he
r own kin;; the king family [doesn't know she's ad
opted] traits;; kind, heart of gold, gentle, literal
ray of sunshine other;; born deaf and mute so sh
e communicates in sign language, also has a dog
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actually born in southern england, but was moved to america after b
eing adopted. her mother died giving birth to her and her father had
died when her mother was only a month along. after being in a foste
r home for only a month, a family sent in an application for her. eva
was brought home after months of court battles only a week before
her first birthday, which she celebrated with her new family in amer
ica. the parents had several children already, but had been trying fo
r one more for several years without luck. eva was found to be deaf
and mute when she was two. the family was shook by this, but they
got through it and everyone learned sign language. she was also giv
en a service dog when she was sixteen, but they passed away a few
years later so she got another who has been with her for five years
now and is named enzo. the dog will find family members when ev
a signs for them and helps alert eva to sounds like talking or bells.
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[azhefa.]

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full;; malakai de luca nick;; goes by mika age;; 25
-years-old gender;; male, he/him role;; relative [
hunter] born;; germany orientation;; demisex/pa
nrom love interest;; none partner;; none offsprin
g;; actually scared of kids kin;; the graham family
[cousin] traits;; quiet, reserved, rather shy, cautio
us, hates thunderstorms other;; struggles with en
glish at times, would rather stay quiet than sound
stupid, also has an intense fear of fire and storms
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[8_Stars_8]

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lottie has been the optimistic backbone of her fa
mily, well, as optimistic as she can be during an
apocalypse. when she's not helping out with chor
es, she can be found sparring. charlotte is a very
athletic person, and sparring helps her keep her
cool, as she has been known to be hotheaded. he
r influential optimism can be attested to her con
tagious laughter. though she is very family-orient
ed, she is easily annoyed by her siblings and her p
arents. charlotte, when she is not sparring, is hel

ping out in the kitchen, or getting food by either harv
esting it or hunting. she tends to go exploring, throu
gh any terrain, really. char is known to be a bit of an
adrenaline junkie and has risked life and limb for the
thrill of it. before the apocalypse, she was going to t
ravel europe, as she had just dropped out of universi
ty. she found that college didn't allow enough sponta
neity for her. when she sits still for too long, she gets
bored and reckless. from an outside view, her life loo
ks messy. and it is. but she is disorganized in everyth
ing and has gotten used to her unusual way of life. lo
ttie has always struggled with authority. suffice to sa
y, she has a rather impressive criminal record, thoug
h most of her crimes are petty misdemeanors. she is
a somewhat poor influence to her younger siblings, f
or this and other reasons. lottie won't apologize for t
his though, she's just very opinionated about many th
ings. she is just more drastic when it comes to showi
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ng her beliefs. though charlotte does
not mind being social for the most pa
rt, she sometimes needs an escape,
and the best place she has found as
of yet, is the roof of her family's hou
se. she could just barely see over th
e treetops. lottie took time early in
the morning to watch the sunrise. t
his was a place of true solitude, bc n
obody would climb the house for her.

i. charlotte gray king ii. twenty-two
iii. pansexual/rom iv. 5'9" tall v. mu
scular, toned body vi. goes by lottie,
char, or charlotte vii. cisfemale viii.
spunky ix. hotheaded x. messy xi. fa
mily-oriented xii. easily annoyed by
her siblings xiii. king daughter ───

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| positive - ✓ | neutral - ☀ | negative - ✗ |
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nora king - ✓
nora and lottie are the perfect embodiment
of two sides of the same coin. nora is cautio
us, while lottie is a risk-taker. but they both
want to do what's best for their family.

abraham king - ☀ ✗
abraham and lottie will cooperate, but beca
use lottie is a very brash person, abe tends t
o keep their distance from char. they know s
he has good intentions, so they tolerate one
another.

heather graham - ✓
besties, partners in crime: lottie is the delin
quent mama bird to heather. she is the one p
erson that char trusts to be in her hideaway o
n the roof of her family's home.

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[8_Stars_8]

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