HAZEL DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 81
Age:
17
Occupation:
Student
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Girls just want to have funds
Last seen May 8, 2024 19:51:45 GMT
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Apr 19, 2024 14:33:07 GMT
The sound of the car horn echoed across the town square as Hazel just about made off the road before getting run over, “Sorry!” She yelled out as the car sped past her. Hopefully no one she knew saw that awkward interaction, but she was too distracted to pay attention to the cars before darting across the road to get to the Diner. She was walking across the square when she spotted Winter across the road talking to Uncle Kace. They were laughing and joking together like they were friends. Gosh, the girl really did get about. She held herself back from inserting herself in the interaction though, as she had a slither of self-respect. As soon as Winter took her food from Uncle Kace though and started walking away Hazel was practically breaking her ankle to run over to him. Hazel needed answers urgently, even though she made a promise to herself that she would chill the heck out when it came to Winter and Lex. How could she, though? Her boyfriend was living with another girl. Ugh, Hazel kept pretending it was all fine and okay but it wasn’t. It was weird. Whenever she thought about it for too long her stomach would start to do somersaults and she’d feel sick. It was like her stomach had fallen out of her body, being run over by the car which nearly got Hazel. When she spoke to Roxxi she was all ready to pop the question to Lex. Was he ready to take their relationship to final base? But recently she’d been holding back the question, starting to doubt herself. There was some invisible wall between the pair. She blamed Winter for that, of course. With Roxxi’s advice in mind she decided to wait a little long to make quadruple sure that Lex was the one. Uncle Kace was already disappearing into the diner by the time she reached the front door. She quickly pushed the door open, hurrying through the place. “Uncle Kace!” She called out to him, trying to act all cool and casual, “How’re you? I was heading past and thought I’d pop in for… a diet coke.” It was the first thing that popped into her mind. “So, um… I saw you talking to Winter outside… do you like know her or something? Like… are you friends?” Aka why the heck were you talking to the girl who is literally trying to ruin Hazel’s relationship. KACE CLARKE
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 88
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 6, 2024 18:16:49 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on May 6, 2024 15:31:12 GMT
If drinking had been or his problem – or any of the vices that his brother indulged in – Kace imagined he coulda just walked down the block and found a meeting for it. Some church basement, or a community centre. Rich folks with the money to support a dozen vices creeping in to share their stories. He coulda slotted in, telling them how he drank himself to sleep some nights to keep the nightmares at bay. What caused them? That was the real fucking sticking problem. They’d think he was still whacked out on something if he propped his forearms on his knees and told them all the story about how he’d been stabbed to death by his PTSD riddled brother and come back to life. He couldn’t even bullshit his way through being kidnapped by a bunch of cowboys and held against his will for months without it sounding like some bad fucking movie.
Instead of buying the Diner, maybe he should’ve gone with something charitable instead. A help group for formerly dead boys, or just the victims of the shit that seemed to plague this town even worse than anywhere else he’d ever been. People like him, like Winter and Mikey, pulling up chairs on a weekly basis to get the weight off their chest. People who understood what it felt like to have been wiped out of existence, to fear that you were never gonna get home. Maybe at some point he’d get shit straight enough in his head to try and make that move back home.
The wall was still there in his mind as Winter headed off home with dinner and he tugged open the front door of the Diner. Not going home meant avoiding all those questions he had no answer for. Kamilla would probably turn it into a chance for some fresh publicity – her darling son back, she’d probably parade him as the new Jesus, painting Kit as Judas in the whole thing. Kandace might throw her arms open to both of them. What had happened with her visiting while he was gone had to be proof that her daughter didn’t need to be shielded from her uncle. Him dying had been a tragedy, but not one he’d ever blame Kit for.
All his brother had ever tried to do was protect him and like an ungrateful son of a bitch, he’d spent too much time throwing it back in his face. If this third chance was gonna stick, then he needed to change that. Pie probably wasn’t gonna do it, but he’d take some home tonight anyway, the first in a long line of thank yous that should’ve been pouring out long before now. Kace slipped back behind the counter, eyeing up the pie stands to see what’d be left after closing.
He glanced up as the door opened, ready to pull the menus and show someone to a table, but it was Hazel standing there instead. The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile, thoughts of all that was fucking up in his life dissipating like steam. Thanks to the people who’d taken Kit into their lives here, he had a family around him. Kandice’s kid would only have known him as Uncle Kace from his photos, for Hazel he was there almost every Sunday for dinner. ”Hey, Hazel,” he said, his tone almost as bright as hers. ”I’m .. uh … good. You wanna grab a seat? Tell me how school’s goin’? He tipped his head towards the stools at the counter, then went still as Hazel took an awkward side step I the conversation.
Kace looked back at her, his brows drawing together faintly. Winter was definitely younger than him, maybe she was still at school. Between the local high school, that fancy place that’d been set up in town and Whitmore, a good chunk of the population had to be in school in here. ”I don’t know if you could really call us friends …” he started. He started pouring Hazel’s diet coke, then shrugged his shoulders. ”I met her a few weeks ago, got talking. I guess you could call us friendly. I didn’t realise you knew her. Is she at Whitmore too?” The way Hazel was stumbling through asking about her had him studying her as he set her glass down in front of the stool he’d nodded to. Maybe she was friendly with her too, but that stuff was always hard to tell with teenaged girls.
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