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kitgallagher · 3 years
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where: victor and kit's apartment
when: thursday night
closed starter for @victor--hernandez​
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Stress — a five letter word that summarized her entire world that week. Between managing content at the radio station, the perpetual state of restlessness within her family and the amount of contracts that came with bigger responsibilities at work, Kit felt like she could come undone at the slightest provocation. She was short-tempered on her best days, but the recent developments, paired with the pressure-cooker heat that seemed to precociously envelop the town of Cassel, could make her downright abrasive. 
Kit also happened to be starving — they had been eating chinese leftovers from the restaurant downstairs for the past three days, not exactly the recipe for peace and sound mind.
To top it all, there was tension — yes, the exact type of tension you would expect when you agree that sharing a small, second-floor apartment with your ex is a good idea. They were friends, absolutely, but the fact that Victor chose that particular moment to walk around the apartment in his shirtless glory, while she was buried in work, was almost as sexy as it was irritating. "What are you doing?"
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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ISIDORE CASTILLO​:
open. location & time: early evening, ink anchor tattoos, the lone studio
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    Into the yonder treeline of Cassel, the orange-hued rays of sun and light began to sink, the promise of darkness quick on the heels of the moon as it began it’s slow descent into the sky. With the light waning, faded shadows danced on the cement of the walk in front of the tattoo parlor. It was modest, and small, hardly able to fit into the corner shop slot of the building, and far too easy to miss if not for the neon LED sign occupying the majority of the front picture window. Inside, an empty, well lit lobby awaited a daring creative soul to find solace in the chairs, and various aquatic and sailor-themed decor spattered the walls. 
   One of the LEDs in the sign reading Ink Anchor was out, flickering in dimming shades of green, causing the shadows just outside the shop to leap about, and partially illuminating Isidore’s body, leaned up against the stone ‘n brick walls of the shop outside. As often the case, a half-smoked cigarette perched between his fingers, and his leather biker jacket hung a size too large on his frame. Once, it had fit him well, but it had been 5 years since Isidore called himself a Marine, and he’d all but withered away into something more ghost-like than his previous self. Even the smoke tendrils that lifted from his lips cast his black clad denim in a strange light, the hint of art and design poking from his collar, his sleeves. 
   Footsteps, a scrape of shoe versus pavement, is what first alerted Isi to the arrival of another friendly Cassel face, and with the hopes of being polite, turned his face to ensure what smoke exhaled with him, didn’t assault the passerby. He gave a pleasant, standard head-nod; the Midwestern hello, the accepted greeting in passing, but to his slight surprise-
   The passerby stopped. Somehow, in the wake of Casey Andrew’s disappearance and it’s curious circumstances, so much of life in Cassel felt like it’d come to a grinding halt, and business at Ink Anchor was feeling that deeply. Isi flicked the cigarette, jerking his head to the door of the tattoo parlor mere feet away. “You here interested in the ink, or just lookin’ for a light?” 
In all honesty, Kit had contemplated her life choices extensively before deciding to venture into the studio. The fact that she was even considering it astonished her. She had never been particularly fond o him or his attitude, so the fact that she would be giving Isidore the possibility to do just about anything to her skin — well, she didn't really think he would actually screw with her. All things considered, he seemed to take his work seriously enough. And it just so happened that he was the best tattoo artist in town, hands down. 
The decision to finally immortalise her mother in ink was taken thoughtfully. Elena Rhodes had not been particular to tattoos, which her daughter thought was actually a humorous thing to note. She also appreciated the physical feeling of getting inked — the time it took felt perfectly everlasting for an everlasting result.
"Honey, I'm always looking for a fight —" she answered, mishearing his words, "but today I'm actually here for the ink." Kit explained, showing him the beautiful sun design she wanted on her ribs. Elena, greek name meaning: sun ray or shining light. "Is that how you treat a customer?"
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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ADRIENNE FASANO​:
date: early march TBD location: the cookie rookie coffee shop ( the meadows ) status: open (0/4)
“So does this town do anything for St. Patty’s Day? Or, is the nearest party in Chicago?” She’s still trying to find her footing, trying to work her way through her own grief and cope with everything that had happened a month ago. So far, she hasn’t been home, she’s outright bought a small home here, and admittedly, she’s homesick. Adrienne’s adjusting, though, toning down the “rude” big city girl attitude so she could melt more easily into the little town of Cassel. Having a year to deliver the money to her sister, she’s decided to take the year to get to know her— or, she wanted to have her way and get to know Marley, but that was only if Marley would speak to her. 
For now, she’s biding her time, working remotely, and killing time in places like these that felt more like ‘normal’. A coffee shop was a coffee shop after all. “You, uh, have some icing on your cheek, by the way.”
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"Nothing really noteworthy," Kit shrugged, barging into the open-ended rhetorical. "Nothing really noteworthy about this town at all, mostly. A pity." When she was a teenager, Kit seemed to think of Cassel as the place dreams went to die. Nothing ever happened; it seemed like the whole world was still on any giving summer day. It had been an adjustment, coming back. While Kit had learned to accept her hometown-bound fate, she was hardly one to embellish things for no reason — a realist of the rawest kind. Cassel was the true picture of suburbia: a place for small town quietness and one too many drops of peace. Or at least it used to be. "This is not the place for big parties, but if you want to watch the sun set and not feel like you owe the time it took back to the world, I guess it's something."
Kit smiled, wiping off the icing before licking her thumb clean. "Thank you, love. Welcome to the hidden crown jewel of the midwest," she winked.
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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darcydelgado​:
open starter.  location: bookends
Darcy had been in Cassel for a week. She’d hated every second of it. 
Cassel, Illinois was so much like the nowhere town in Georgia she’d sprouted from. Both places had the same sleepy population, the same crumbling buildings, the same hazy concept of time. Days were measured only by the appearance of new wrinkles, in faces or on sidewalks. An entire town slowly disintegrating while those who lived in it had long ago accepted their fates.
It made her miserable, but there were few places Darcy lived that had ever made her happy. She put up with it for work, knowing it was temporary. Once her money was made, she would be off to the next place. Some other sad town with sad occupants. In the in between, she found small ways to make the days interesting. 
Thus far, Darcy had been exploring the town, getting to know its inhabitants from afar. It was always how she acclimated to a new place, learning its ins, outs, and avenues. A successful con was always a well-informed one. When she discovered the bookstore, she’d finally felt like she found a personal haven. Just like when she was a young girl, Darcy lost herself in novels. 
She found a custom shelf the owner or an employee had created of town favorites. She ran her hand along the dusty spines, learning about Cassel through the titles of their favorite books. When she spotted movement out of the corner of her vision, she glanced over without turning her head.
She hadn’t spoken to many people yet. She was always hesitant to feed the animals, so to speak. Now felt like as good a time as any. If she wanted good information about Cassel before she approached the Andrews family, she would have to get it from the people who knew best.
“That book is cursed,” she said, raising her voice in their direction. She pointed to the copy of The Orphan’s Tale that they held in their hands. “Read at your own risk, but I’d pick up something else if I were you.”
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"Sounds like my type of book, then," she shrugged, renewed interest in the title she held. To be completely honest, she hadn't been the most excited about it — it was a common thing for her to venture into the book shop and come out empty handed. She wasn't sure why she couldn't find a new piece of literature that satisfied her curiosity: anything she picked up made her feel restless.
To continue the trend of honesty, one could say the restlessness wasn't entirely brought on by the books themselves, but by her current situation. She was being pressured at the station to change the tone of her podcast — while she agreed it was not productive to talk about ongoing investigations, her public constantly asked for her opinion on the happenings of their hometown of Cassel, IL. Or, largely, happening. The one thing.
The problem was that, due to her personal relationship with said one thing, she couldn't bring the most unbiased opinion to the forefront — often lapsing into sardonic quips directed at those responsible for her cousin's case. It was also extremely uncomfortable to be pressured into talking about it when, once again, her family was in shambles. What a tragedy it was, the not knowing. A different mystery would be a welcome distraction. "Tell me more about this curse, love."
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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catherine "kit" gallagher (word of advice, DO NOT call her catherine)
twenty-eight years old
native
radio host, podcaster (musician)
car accident tw, injury description tw, parental death tw
GENERAL INFO
born and raised in cassel — her father's family is from the area. they are a big and often loud family, which she wasn't always appreciative of, but grew to adore.
has a younger sister she always loved, but they had a difficult relationship growing up, especially after their mother's death. (wanted connection)
wasn't the popular kid — more of a too cool for school type of kid.
her family owns the firehouse lounge, where she can be found helping out on busy nights.
got accepted into juilliard, but almost didn't go because of financial issues. her undergrad degree was saved when they found out her mother had private funds for both her kids' college tuition.
came back to illinois after graduation to work at the chicago symphony orchestra
sadly, kit suffered an accident on her way to her mom's memorial on the 10th anniversary of her death, which cut her career short because of an arm injury.
has since started a career as a radio host, doing daily music shows and a weekly true crime and pop culture podcast.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
younger sister: other than being close in age, everything about her sister is pretty UTP. the inspiration behind the relationship is the dynamics between kat and bianca stratford, I have a LOT of inspo posts for them and would gladly discuss this connection!
childhood rival: my idea for this was a preppy neighborhood who got under her skin, possibly in more ways than one.
co-workers: either at the radio station or at the firehouse!
partner in crime: her partner for the true crime podcast! I imagine this to be buzzfeed unsolved in podcast form — the ryan and shane version, of course!
plenty more we can brainstorm and discuss, so feel free to hmu <3
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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BUZZFEED UNSOLVED - but it’s just memes 2.0
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ELIZABETH LAIL in YOU | 1x05 “Living With the Enemy”
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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do u ever listen to a band and think, “i want to exist the way this band sounds”
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To me, this band’s more about the drama.
High Fidelity 1.01: Top Five Heartbreaks
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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You were wild once. Don’t let them tame you.
Isadora Duncan (via wnq-writers)
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger
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kitgallagher · 3 years
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biggest mood in the world: in baby driver when baby says “hold on I have to start the song over”
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kitgallagher · 4 years
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"And I'll never go home again (place the call, feel it start), favourite friend (and nothing's wrong when nothing's true). I live in a hologram with you. We're all the things that we do for fun (and I'll breathe, and it goes); play along (make believe, it's hyper-real). But I live in a hologram with you."
— Ella Yelich-O'Connor (Lorde) // "Buzzcut Season"
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kitgallagher · 4 years
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