mannequins in the basement: SKY, DAMIAR & ELIANA ( @thvnderr + @sickbxysoldier )

📍 location: house of wax museum !

It was nighttime. The mom had agreed to meet Damiar at the museum of all places — but mostly because she had been asked to come over. Maybe the kid needed answers. To what? She’d find out in a moment, and she didn’t know whether the vagueness was intended or not. Last year’s Halloween was more eventful than she wanted it to be. In her mid-fifties, her memory was a bit fuzzy. What could possibly be asked of her? She had not thought much of it until she parked the car. Her stomach was in knots while she figured out why she had to go to the museum after work. Eliana walked into the building with her glasses still worn (just so she could see at night) after driving and didn’t know exactly who she came across.

motherhood was unpredictable as always. “amore, that’s not what i meant... but first and foremost, you’re not going to raise your tone with me. i didn’t say what i say in spite of you. if you’re going to take it like that, i’d rather you stay home; i do not have time for this.” she got up from the couch and almost instantly wanted to let this go, but obviously, something was wrong. eliana couldn’t quite pinpoint the situation that just transpired. “if you’re not feeling well to go out, you can just tell me, right? saying no is something i can handle, and it’s more than okay.” the mom stated as she tried to calm the crisis. still, to this day, the cursing and raising one’s voice made her more than uncomfortable. “you don’t have to change your clothes. just stay home.” she’s not sure if she heard her daughter apologizing, but she was too far concerned about how rosalind reacted. “i forgot something in the bedroom, i’ll be back.”

just has how unpredictable rosalind seemed to the other, she felt herself jut plummet by how eliana looked. she had a difficulty with making decisions and that push back made her feel a pressure she just didn't want. "it's-" they started to try to explain the concept but it felt silly to ros all of a sudden. she was starting to feel like things were really, really wrong with her. "i said we should go." her voice was raised, especially on the last word. rosalind thought the answer was honest, she was already feeing negative and then the questioning and implications from her mom were too far - she was probably joking but it had triggered something. "i'm not trying to find that but if you want, sure. about time, right? should just fuck someone before i die!" with the profanity and the concept, rosalind started crying. none of her emotions were against eliana yet she was receiving the brunt of it. rosalind was upset but she couldn't justify upsetting eliana - she'd escalated at a simple question. "i'm sorry, okay. i'm sorry. my head is just-" she didn't know how to describe it.

it was two o’clock in the evening, and josette was on the other side of the door, which wasn’t surprising, to say the least. eliana was very much wide awake and welcomed the brunette into her home. she opened the door and saw her losing herself. not exactly losing herself, but uncontrollably freaking out. “dio mio. jo, per favore—it’s past midnight already. i have neighbors and don’t want to hear their complaints. come on in.” eliana doesn’t know what happened this time. it’d been months since josette lost her daughter. well, she didn’t get to raise them, sadly, due to personal circumstances. “what’s going on, jo?” if anything, it was quite obvious that she hadn’t heard the news yet. or maybe she did and forgot about it from how gruesome the details were. she should’ve seen josette coming to her home at an ungodly hour, but that was more than okay. anything to get the woman to calm herself down without feeling alone. she may not know what she’s going through personally, but her friend didn’t have to deal with it by herself. the woman was more than concerned about jo, and didn’t know how the night was going to end. no matter how long their night was going to be, eliana knew that an all-nighter was bound to happen; now and for however long josette needed the company.

@smckesprite (eliana at home @ 2:05 am)

the news had finally reached her and it made the woman sick to her stomach, something which would only prove detrimental as her medication hadn't gone down. josette was trying her best with the therapy - it was breaking her bank and soon, she wasn't going to be able to afford it, to afford anything - it was just that she couldn't have been prepared for this. it had happened weeks back? how did she not know? as if the whole ordeal hadn't been enough... then this. josette had sworn she'd had the vhs, the vhs of what had happened but it was nowhere to be seen. shed ransacked the place the previous evening, in tears, wondering if it ever existed in the first place. the video would have been a sick thing to conjure up but she was ill. she'd been so sure she was keeping it safe and now it didn't exist, not only that but 'more' of amelia was being discovered by the public.

josette drove questionably over to eliana's. her pure panic could have shown she was drunk but she wasn't, she was just so upset that she couldn't physically walk straight and felt like she was fighting gravity. there was no consideration of time or indeed the other's feelings to her rocking up at this hour but josette felt like she had no choice. "eliana, please! el!" she wasn't a mother, she never claimed to be but remembered when she'd first held that baby and it was special. her own plumet straight after was nothing to do with her baby, it hadn't been her fault and now, josette had outlived her when she'd believed she'd have a better life without her - perhaps if she'd never tried to find her she'd be still alive. "EL!" it was an uncontrolled shriek outside the door as she banged again, constantly looking to the side to make sure that matthew wasn't here.

with emmeline’s line of work, who knew how many people she had encountered who would be considered DANGEROUS? she understood how the woman must feel after leaving work after a long day of dealing with clients. though emmeline wouldn’t be able to share the things she’d often heard, at this point, eliana could only speculate. my friend must be a fine counselor, she’d often think to herself. to properly greet her dear friend, the woman stepped out of her car and covered her mouth to hide the chuckle that escaped her lips. “i’m sorry, el. you must be a little on edge after today.” eliana’s the type of friend who would try her absolute best to look after her friends (as much as she could, of course), nothing too specific. “no, no special occasion. what do you think about having dinner and just having a little time to ourselves after? i promise i’m not as boring as i look.” eliana laughs lightly, joking, of course.

it wasn't that emmeline was on edge, per se, but there was definitely more of an active need to keep herself safe. that didn't mean much considering the woman was always getting herself into messy situations but she was trying to take care of herself, drinking tea, meditating, anything to make sure that her mind didn't run away from her. still, she'd jump at someone calling her outside. the counsellor had dealt with disgruntled spouses, too much where it became dangerous. "god, el," her eyes widened, a moment that her face falls. "don't do that." she prompted herself to let out a chuckle of relief. "sorry, i suppose i'm a little jumpy." the shrug came as an almost surrender but perhaps her surrender to everything was the reason why she was now taking such good care of herself, besides her moving here to try to see her ex again, one that was very married and she instantly felt stupid. still, she didn't have to tell eliana that detail. "what's the special occasion?"

No matter what, the mother knew how to catch word of whatever was occurring in her adult children’s lives. It wasn’t like she was a part of the mafia or anything, but secrets were said out of the blue, and that’d led to her learning a lot more than she ever planned to. She didn’t have to know everything, and they had their own lives; that was more than okay. However, if getting a portrait stolen out of one’s home meant having one’s security undermined, of course, Eliana would be on edge and had every right to be worried about her son and in-law’s safety. As a mother, there could be a jump to conclusions about such occurrences; so dramatically speaking, their safety was on the line. No matter how many times she’d voiced her concerns and advice, it was up to the couple at the end of the day. How else does a painting go missing like that? Either way, she stands with him in front of their storage unit. The amount of dust in the air was startling enough, and it was a miracle she hadn’t started coughing. She was more concerned about Atticus’ health than her own. “I say you go forward with painting something anew for Micah. I think she’d cherish the idea that you made one for her anyway.” She raised a brow at his statement of the unexpected roommate or guest, he had in his home for some time. “Well, my nuora’s birthday’s coming, so go for it. Either that or you two can plan a date night and paint each other so these canvases don’t keep collecting dust.”

@kittenmittcns ; sometime in february, outside the storage units

The muffled thumping and bumping was written off as a trickery, or someone struggling with their sizable assets shoved into the tiny units, as they walked through the building with the keys dangling from his hand. Ever since the finality of reporting the incidence of theft to the police, Atticus was acutely aware that his mother would be deeply concerned the moment that she caught wind of it. Questions would be asked like if he would be safer moving back in with family who lived in the same building. Or if he needed his father's help with installing extra security measures. ( These were, of course, stubbornly written off with the mild-mannered complaints that he was too old to live crammed in an apartment with his sisters — despite his undying affections for them and the Greek tradition of sticking together — and that he and Micah were plenty capable of hiring on a second bodyguard if they thought it necessary. ) The soles of his slip-ons scuffed against the concrete of the building, a layer of dust flying into the air with each step, and occasionally earning the practiced move of adjusting the mask protecting his petite features from the elements. "I was thinking since the police couldn't track down Micah's stolen belongings, I could just paint something anew... I left all my canvases down here when Tomo was sleeping on my couch." Perhaps, he'd been overtly anticipatory of the length of the actor's tenure in the two-bedroom luxury apartment, but he was all the merrier to see the redhead had returned to his nest. For now. "I figured it would lift her spirits, and it's almost her birthday, after all. What do you think?"

       when rosalind’s face scrunched, eliana could only assume what was coming. in the nicest way possible, ros was quite unpredictable and had ALWAYS kept the woman on her toes. “hm,” her hands were placed on her hips, squinting her eyes, trying to read the twenty-six year old, and it wasn’t an answer she was expecting from them either. eliana didn’t want to seem like an oppressive parent though, so she’d just have to let this slide. “honey, just reassure me for once by saying yes... because we don’t have time for this — but what does concert heavy crown mean, dear? i don’t understand. “if you’re trying to find yourself a lover-slash-partner, go on and get changed. dai, affrettiamoci!”

rosalind was always labelled as eccentric, odd - descriptors that often came to her mind when she remembered her parents. however, it was never in a negative way. her face scrunched at the challenge far too quickly - too expressive but too rehearsed, not a usual genuine reaction. "what do you mean, will i be alright?" they were completely dismissive of their recent meltdowns because ros felt fine. she didn't feel like she was going to implode, just that anchorage was bad and that was enough. "are we talking concert heavy crown for the shops or-" party heavy. that was meant to be the next line but she'd quickly pulled back, both with words and physically as her chin retracted into her neck. "we should go, but i need to get changed first. can't be seen in public like this, you know?"

#closed starter for emmeline hall ( @emmelinefms ) ! AFTER A LONG & HARD DAY’S WORK ON FEBRUARY 9TH, 2024.

despite the age gap — seven years, to be exact — between eliana and emmeline, they got along swell... or that’s what the veterinarian favored to judge from when they’ve known each other. she’d left the clinic around 5:30PM, leaving her fellow colleagues in charge of the night shifts. after a bright idea popped into her mind, eliana found herself parked out front of the counseling clinic and waited patiently for emmeline to leave the workplace. after a long and agonizing week, these two women probably needed a well-deserved relaxing evening to vent whatever their HEART desired, whether going out for dinner or drinking wine, any type of liquor, at any of their abodes. with a touch of a button, the window slowly slid down, and she yelled out from the driver’s seat. “hey em, wanna hop in or should i leave you behind, amore?”

ELIANA MOSCHETTI     ╱     ITALIAN     ╱     𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐈 CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER. 53 YEARS OLD. FOSTER MOTHER. VETERINARIAN @ HAPPY VILLAGERS CLINIC. STRAIGHT & DEMI-ROMANTIC. THE MARIONETTE RESIDENT.                               📍  𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄,  𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐀.

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❀  *  ◦  ⇝  hey,  isn’t that  ELIANA MOSCHETTI? i think that the  FIFTY-THREE YEAR OLD  from  GENOA, ITALY  works as  A VETERINARIAN AT HAPPY VILLAGERS CLINIC, but outside of that people describe them as proudly wearing a white lab coat with her surname embroidered, a myriad of designer clothes tucked away in her wardrobe, and a smile that never reaches her eyes. i hear they’re  WITHDRAWN & NEUTRAL, but they are also known to be  PHILANTHROPIC & RELIABLE. consider giving them a visit at their home in  THE MARIONETTE  and get to know why they’re called  THE MEDIATOR.

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