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Rimara Enudo

| Female 10 | Old Mayor's Daughter | Doctor |

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a character in “Mystic Grove”, as played by SaxyLady15

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|Name|
"Who's asking?"
Rimara Marie Enudo Wellford

|Nickname|
"My Dad used to call me Ennie."
Ennie ; Rimmie

|Gender|
Female

|Ethnicity|
American

|Sexuality|
"I'm.. up for anything, honestly."
Bisesxual

|Role|
Female 10

|Face Claim|
Alexz Johnson




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|Age|
24

|Height|
5'4

|Weight|
140

|Hair Color|
Naturally, it's a shade of light blonde. It has been a bright red color.

|Eye Color|
Blue

|General Appearance|
Rimara's never been the.. girly girl type. Sure, she has her days where she'll dress up, or she'll have a conference of Doctors to go to, where she's required to
dress nicely under the white lab coat.

Her usual attire is as follows:
A plain colored t-shirt, preferably v-neck.
Skinny, un-ripped blue jeans.
Converse, usually black. {Red, if she's feeling fiesty.}




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| Charming | Witty | Soft | Tough | Gorgeous | Smart | Jealous |

Rimara was kind of a spoiled child without any siblings, and daughter of the mayor. She usually got her way, but with her father being the great man he was, he
always pushed her to do it herself, instead of begging him. Her mother fully supported her father, so it was either do it on her own, or not get it.

|Likes|
★ Hugs ★
★ Teddy Bears ★
★ Books ★
★ Beauty and the Beast ★
★ Noah Ramirez ★
★ Fairy Tales ★
★ Singing ★

|Dislikes|
♪ Snobs ♪
♪ Vargulf ♪
♪ Dark Eyes ♪
♪ Unusually Hairy Men ♪
♪ Rosalynn DeGari ♪




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Being the daughter definitely had downsides to all the 'perks' everyone thinks it had. She was the center of attention for the town, some of her life, but once she
hit teen years, that faded away. Rimara's parents had moved here before she was born technically, as her mother was still with child. After her mother birthed her, she died shortly after, living the new Mayor a widow and single father. Tired and true, he never re-married, not even dated. Rimara loved that about his
father. The dedication he always had to what he loved. Which was really only herself and his job as Mayor.

Growing up, Rimara fought for what she wanted and believed in. She's a strong individual as a 24 year old. She's got the looks, the brains, and the charm. Just.. not the boyfriend. All the rumors of her father not letting her date were true. As long as she was in school, she wasn't allowed to even look at a boy. Now, she's out of school, feeling more alone than ever without the one man she needed in her life. Her father.

His death was a tragic experience for all of the town.

She thought her world had ended. The world had lost a perfect soul in her opinion, and she hated it. She wanted her Daddy back. Worst of all, it wasn't even his time. It wasn't a natural death. That stupid cop woman, Rimara didn't really know her, but she claimed that she never saw her father crossing the street. As if a spell was put on one of them to ignore the other. In other words,

Murder.

Who could do such a thing? Destroy a little family, grieve a town of it's leader. She was disgusted at the fact for the longest time and still is. For those that actually know Rimara, know she's still upset over her father's death, and can often be found down at the little river pond outside of city limits. She hasn't been going as much lately, and not leave her home on full moons, for fear of the Vargulf.

As a doctor, it makes her cringe, the whole prospect of the Vargulf. After seeing the victims, she wants to steer as far away from that sort of thing as she can safely.




And Then There Was Him...
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Him was more affectionately known as Oscar Fallo. The man who took Rimara's heart, and then broke it harshly.

Even if Rimara didn't understand that they were just a thing, she was so young at the time, and they were so.. good together. It seemed most knew about her and Oscar even if it was supposed to be secret.

He was the only thing in her life at the time, that seemed so.. right.

Now, she dies a little more on the inside everytime she sees him. He was a completely different man to her then, than he was now, when she did manage to catch a glance at him.

So begins...

Rimara Enudo's Story

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Julia June Foster Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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Mystic Grove, Colorado. 12pm. Town Square.



Today is a sad day in Mystic Grove. They laid Mayor Wellford to rest today. The town has regathered with food and drink so celebrate the man that kept them safe for twenty five years. Even though they have a lot to grieve over, they try to make it a happy occasion. Mayor Wellford wouldn't want them to wallow in grief. There is a buzz among the townies. Just as history's past, a new mayor should be appearing at any moment. He won't be able to fight his fate of being the next Mayor. But will he run from his new responsibilities?



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Rosalynn DeGari has been slaving away through the night. The whole town would be there for the wake of late Mayor Wellford. She only took a break to shower, dress up nice, and go to the funerial. As soon as that was over, she was right back in the kitchen. She finished packing away all the food. She wouldn't be able to carry it all. "Darling, I'm ready! I'll need your help getting all of these to town cener!" She called.

She knew he was probably off in the living room with their son. She sighed. Almost two weeks ago exactly, she had awoken to her husband's nightmare. She had given him tea and then read the leaves. She knew something back was going to happen. And then the continuous hooting of the owl outside of her window. She should have known someone was going to die. But how would she have been able to guess that it was Mayor Wellford? He was such a kind man. She hated what happened to him.

A car accident took his life. One that had a few strange circumstances around it. And now his daughter was all alone there. What was it like to be the only human in town? It was one thing when your family was in charge of running things, it had to be completely different now that she was along.

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Rosa could only pray that she would find comfort of humans when the new Mayor arrived. Maybe he- or she- would have a family they could welcome. She would only be able to imagine the person who would take over as the head of their town for now. Whoever they were would arrive at their town soon.

"I don't want to be late, Art! I'm going to go ahead and start walking that way. You two can bring the rest afterwards!" Rosa called to her husband and son. Opening the door, she grabbed one of the heavy boxes packed with food and headed outside. She kicked the door close with one of her black heels.
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Even with the heavy boxes, Rosa managed to make a good pace as she walked on the sidewalk towards the Town Square. They weren't too far away from it. Her heels tapped quietly as she walked. She nodded her head at the other towns' folk as she walked. She wasn't the only one heading that way. She got there and started to unpack her load.

'Crap,' She mentally kicked herself. She dialed her husband's number. She had forgot to pack their plastic cups, plates, and utensils. She didn't know if there would be enough here. "Pick up... pick up..." She muttered.



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God, she wanted this day to end.

Rimara had dressed herself in all black that morning, and was still in the same outfit, and it was nearly 1 o'clock, she thought. Sure felt like it. Upon a whim of a decision, after they laid Dear Daddy to rest this morning, Rimara never left the cemetery. For multiple reasons.

One, it was her father. She didn't want to leave him. Never ever. Two, she knew she wasn't accepting the fact that he was never coming back. That he wasn't on some official trip to make sure the town was safe. He was with her mother now, where he belonged. They belonged together up in the Heavens, having picnics as the sun sets for as long as they want, waiting for their daughter to join them.

Rimara tilted her hat forward, and looked at her father's grave for the millionth time. Fresh flowers were everywhere, from the townsfolk who grieved their leader. She'd placed a dozen white roses on the top of the tombstone, to represent the faithful man he was. He had no sins. He's never touched a cigarette, drugs, alcohol, hasn't been in a gang, and so forth.

The longer she sat there, the more she grieved, and the longer and harder it'd be and take for her to leave that spot she's been sitting in for hours, make-up drizzling down her face, her lungs tired from sucking in breaths, and her eyes dry from crying out all her tears. Finally, after her body was nearly exhausted, she thought about leaving, and going to her little apartment that her father had gifted on her 21st birthday, and figure out what she was going to do with her father's house. The house she'd lived in until she was 21, the thing her parents fell in love with when they came here.

Rimara, finally, talked herself into getting up and at least going home. Going to that stupid Mayor's thing was definitely not in her schedule. She didn't exactly want to know this new Mayor.

She stood, and looked down at her father's tombstone one last time. "Goodbye, Daddy. " She let out a shaky breath, tear-stained eyes blurring. "I'll always love you." She squeaked, and walked towards home, holding a single white rose.





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Eric didn't really know the Mayor that well, as he hasn't been here as long as most of the occupants of the town, only being here for about 4 years, give or take. But, he still went to the most emotional funeral he'd ever been to. Not including his parent's.

There was a blonde girl, the Mayor's daughter he thinks, who seemed absolutely fine, as if she'd been to funerals everyday. But as soon as all the townspeople left, and were a considerable distance away, he saw her fall to her knees, and sob. He wanted to comfort her, as she was one of the first to welcome him to this new town when he arrived, and they'd kept a friendship, but, he didn't want to push it.

When he and his 'parents' returned home, Rosa went right back at being unusually busy. He shook his head at her, and retreated to the living room with Arturo, and they talked about werewolf things, even though he knew it was a touchy subject for Arturo, who's usually really quiet about that side of him.

"I don't want to be late, Art! I'm going to go ahead and start walking that way. You two can bring the rest afterwards!"

Eric sighed, rolling his eyes at Rosa. She's always so paranoid about being late, or too early. Can't she just calm down for 5 minutes? Please? He got up from the spot on the couch where he'd sat for a bit, still in his suit from the funeral. It was a nice black suit, and he planned on wearing to whatever this thing was they were going to. His 'mother' was definitely excited and.. anxious about it. So, he guessed it must be something of some worth.

Eric grabbed a box of food in the kitchen. When he was coming back through to go out the door, he noticed Arturo's phone ringing. "Hey Art, your phone's ringin'." He chuckled, and walked out the door. His eyes flashed yellow as he left, as he felt excited for some reason. Must be the wolf in him.

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Aileas McKenzie Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Julia June Foster Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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Aileas was in town that day. Or more specifically, she was at the cemetery. In front of one tombstone. She had been coming more frequently after the death of the Mayor. It was to visit his grave and to add more protective spells around the town. She knows it will take a toll on her soon but this was necessary. Even the trees were grieving -she could tell. And a sad forest is more susceptible to dark magic.

She knew the Mayor's daughter was here. Just recently. If the dozen white roses are a tell-tale sign of her visit. She sighed and went to sit in front of the grave, unmindful of the dirt collecting at her thighs. As if this was a routine she had been doing all her life, she waved a hand in front of the grave and lilies, blue roses, and daffodils had suddenly sprung from the earth; curling itself onto the slab of stone, the blue roses -her favorite as blue roses are only made with an earth fairy's magic- creating an intricate design on the stone, giving it an elegant and timeless look. Just like the Mayor. For he will live forever in the memory of the McKenzie bloodline.

"Everyone misses you, sir. It still comes as a shock whenever ah try to visit yer home and ask for ye-your time only to remember you're now permanently residing here. To talk about mundane things, like the old times." She swallowed thickly, as hot tears started gushing from her eyes without her knowing. Her accent was getting the best of her and she suddenly had no control of it. Gulping a lungful of air, she let it all out in one fast whoosh and let her accent show.

"Ah' havnae yet ha' the pleasure o' mee'ing the new Mayor, ye ken. And Ahm a bi' hesitant to. Ah guess, Ah'll leave it ta faither ta talk to them. Ah need the rest. The poor trees are still grievin' for ye, sir."She sniffled and wiped the last drop of tear and leaned her head back, her knees stretching out to rest near the curled flowers. She hadn't had a breakdown for almost three days. The passing of the Mayor was hard on her. To her family as well. Serving as guardians, they were required to be in good terms with the Mayor to fulfill their roles to the best of their abilities. But sometimes. Close relationships can get the best of someone and can lead to the most saddest of days.

It was almost dark. Time for her to return and once again, repeat the ritual for a protective circle.

'Jus' a few more minutes..' She thought as her sitting posture relaxed, still hiccuping a bit as she tried to calm her nerves and concentrated on the ground's energy, slowly letting her hands get the earth's natural magic. It was one of the ways she found that successfully gather her emotions altogether after a breakdown.

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It had killed him to watch the lid on Mayor Wellford's casket finally close, for it meant he would no longer see the Mayor's smile. It had killed him to be one of the pallbearers who transported the casket to the grave, for it meant that he would no longer speak to the man. It had killed him most of all when the dirt had come down over the casket, for that meant that he was truly dead and couldn't have been brought back from the dead even by the town's most skilled citizens.

After the funeral, KJ had curled up in sweater and downed a few glasses of Scotch from the bottle his sisters had sent for Christmas last year. He hardly opened up the Scotch they sent for both Christmas and his birthday, but that had been a special occasion, and he needed something to comfort him. His dogs had curled up at his feet, whining softly for his attention. He hated sad things. But now, at 11:30, he realized he had to get up to go to Town Square. The night before, he told himself he would try to bake something, but now it seemed utterly futile. Besides, he'd never actually been able to bake.

Instead, KJ made his way upstairs to shower and change into a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt. Afterwards, he scoured the house as he looked for something acceptable to bring to the gathering. In the end, he settled on two prime bottle of whiskey. He threw a few plastic cups in a brown paper bag beside the whiskey for good measure. Thinking again, he also grabbed a miniature keg of Heineken beer that he had picked up on some run at one point.

Finally, he left the house with his bag, containing everything, in his arms. He had hardly made it past a block when he noticed a figure moving his way. For a moment, he worried that he had managed to miss the festivities. But then he realized it was the Mayor's daughter. "Rimara?" he called, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. She of all people should have known of the celebration of Mayor Wellford's life. "Where ya goin', lass?" His accent, a mixture of his mother's Dublin accent and his father's Limerick accent, coated his words heavily. He shifted the bag in his arms and noticed the single white rose in her hand, and despite how slow he often was, he easily could tell she was still mourning greatly. "C'mon, we can walk there t'gether. I hav' some whiskey, an' I'd hate t' see it go t' waste."

In times like these, he often Shifted to create some humor. Now, however, he failed to think of something he could do to cheer the poor woman up. He had lost his father years ago, but he assumed it had been different, for KJ still had a town of supernatural creatures to support him. She was alone in this town until the new Mayor arrived.

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"Rimara? Where ya goin', lass?"

Rimara looked up as she'd heard her name, and couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit better that someone actually cared for her in this town where she was basically alone. Being human, and the only in her family.

"I.. I was just.. going home. I don't exactly feel like going to the Mayor's thing today." She frowned, and looked down at the little rose in her hand, still putting off it's white glow. God, she loved white roses.

"C'mon, we can walk there t'gether. I hav' some whiskey, an' I'd hate t' see it go t' waste."

Rimara opened her mouth to object, and say how sad she was, or how she was in mourning, but quickly decided against it, and just nodded, looking at Kane. She knew of Kane, but they'd never taken time out of their lives to see the other. She had kinda hoped maybe one day she'd have a full conversation with him, and just talk, but, she didn't know what to talk about exactly.

"Whiskey... whiskey sounds good.." She agreed with Kane, trying to make an attempt at some conversation today, even if she will be completely silent during the Mayor's thing they were going to today. "Do I need to help you carry something?" Rimara asked suddenly. It looked like he had it, but it couldn't hurt to ask, could it?

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Character Portrait: Kane MacTavish Character Portrait: Tierra Character Portrait: Ula Morgan Character Portrait: Rosalynn Maria DeGari Character Portrait: Malcolm Ramirez Character Portrait: Rimara Enudo Character Portrait: Eric DeGardi Character Portrait: Arturo Christobel DeGari Character Portrait: Mendzaillia Quintel Character Portrait: Noah Ramirez
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The moment Rosa heard the phone pick up, she opened her mouth to tell him what she forgot but he already proved he knew her very well already. "I knew there was a reason I married you." She told him before hanging up. She sighed in contentment. Even on a sad day like this he could bring her so much joy. She only wished she could brighten up Rimara's day as well. Not that she had seen her since the funeral. She had guided her son and husband away to give her the privacy she so craved. She didn't need to read her tarot cards to see what a fragile state she was in.

"Mrs. DeGari? Rosalynn? Would you like some help unpacking?" One of the sweetest girls, Rosa had ever met asked her. She looked up and smiled at the blonde.

"I would love if you helped me." Rosa said to her. "My husband is bringing more. How are you?" She asked, touching her arm and sending a burst of healing energy into her. She had been doing that all day to different people. Sure, it was taking on her but she saw it as he job for the wellfair of the town.

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The brunette slipped her phone into her pocket. She saw Eric and waved him over. "Hey, sweetie." She took the box of food from him and put it on the table. She didn't know what everyone, especially Rimara, would like to eat. "Mendzaillia was supposed to get out of the hospital today... I'm worried she thinks everyone hates her and doesn't want to come. If you wouldn't mind, could you go check on her? I don't want her to feel like she has to hide from the town."

She reached over and touched his shoulder, kissing his the top of his head. "Thank you, love. And if you need something, tell me okay? I'm always here for you." She reminded him. She gave him a small smile and started pulling out the dishes he had brought. She laid them out across the table. She was glad to see a few people were also bringing dishes as well.

She looked over at Ula and smiled at her. "Do you have any plans for the festival?" She asked her.

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The next thing she knew it her husband was insight. She gave him a peck on the cheek then rubbed her lipstick mark off his cheek. "Thank you for bringing the rest." She said to him.

She sighed, doing a quick survey of the town. Slowly people were coming. No one seemed to have changed out of their black funeral clothes but everyone wanted to celebrate the life of their great Mayor. Most things were in walking distance so even when people had cars, they hardly used them. She raised her hand over her eyes to block the sun as it came to stop next to her. It was a Stranger's car.

"Hi. Hello. Excuse me? Is there a gas station around here? Our tank is really low." The man spoke to her.

It took a moment for Rosalynn to pull heself out of her daze. "Hi there. We do of course, it's just closed today. All of the businesses are. Our mayor died and we're having a wake to celebrate his life and what a great man he was. Do you see that coffee shop?" She asked, pointing to it just across the street. "Park there, my husband and I own it, and come and have something to eat. We'll get you a room at the hotel and get you gas in the morning?"

She reached out her hand to shake his. She didn't have to touch his skin to know this man was not a supernatural creature. He was human and their new Mayor. "I'm Rosalynn DeGari, but you can call me Rosa. This is my husband, Arturo DeGari. Welcome to Mystic Grove."




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Kane frowned subtly and perhaps a concern flashed in his eyes. He would have spoken again, if she didn't reply, to tell her that they were there for her, that this celebration was as much for the old Mayor as it was for her in some ways. Instead, he smiled back at her happily. She'd lived there for years, as had he, yet the two had hardly exchanged a few words.

"It tends t' make e'erythin' a bit be'er" he replied, smirking slightly as he said so. He replied, initially, to her question with a shake of the head. "Nah, I've got e'erythin'. Don' worry yerself." They walked for a bit in silence, and KJ bit his lip for a moment as he debated on what to say next.

"Yer father was a great man,"
he said after some time. "It'll be near impossible fer someone t' replace 'im." He was silent again as they walked into the town's square. His eyes fell nearly instantly upon the unfamiliar minivan that Ula and Rosa had already crowded around. "Who the 'ell d'ya think that is?"








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Malcolm's brow furrowed slightly as the woman finally turned to face him. She seemed at a loss for a moment, but she suddenly regained herself and flew into a quick summary of what the townsfolk were apparently up to. At the end, he slowly accepted her hand in a handshake. "O-oh..." he said softly, also temporarily at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry to hear that...about your mayor." His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel. This was weird. Like, really weird. He'd read and written enough horror stories to know that strange people asking you to spend the night usually didn't end well.

"Look, uh, Rosa...we'd love to. Really. But we have...a realtor to meet with in the morning, and I really don't want to keep her waiting, you know?" That was bullshit. He had no idea where they'd be staying at their new town, and he hadn't even spoken to a realtor.

He then looked to the younger, blonde girl who chirped a greeting at him. He simply waved back, feeling as though he ought not to speak anymore least he upset them, and he certainly didn't want to do so with the car so low on fuel. "Let me...er...talk for a moment..." He gestured to Tierra as he rolled up the window and looked in her direction. "What the hell do we do?" He hissed the question under his breath as if worried the citizens of Mystic Grove might overhear him.

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Noah was so bored without internet. Would it really kill his father to get one of those modems for travel that cellular services provided. As usual the dark headed boy was silent in the back seat, his earbuds in his ears and his iPod blared anything but what his dad decided to play. He looked out the window. Trees. Everywhere. He had never been a big fan of forest. Maybe it was just the idea of being away from the internet and having to be outside that was a downer for him.

He looked to the front when he heard his aunt say his name. ”Huh?” He pulled one of the buds out of his ear. He glanced between his dad and aunt. They went back to talking to each other. He shrugged and put his earbud back in. It wasn’t until the car slowed as they exited onto a ramp that he looked up again. He leaned over so he could see the dashboard and saw they were on empty. He gave a huff, rolling his eyes. ”Of course.” He just wanted to get to wherever they were going. He hated long car rides. At least at the gas station would give him a reason to get out of the car and stretch his long legs.

When his father pulled over to talk to a women, Noah pulled out one of the buds again so he could hear the conversation. He narrowed his eyes. He had read too many of his father’s horror stories not to find it a little suspicious that they were inviting them to a picnic or whatever it was. It wasn’t like they’d kill someone to throw a party just in case someone happened to stumble into her town. But his stomach rolled at the idea of food. When had he last ate? He looked next to him seeing a few empty candy bar wrappers.

He stayed quiet in the backseat. He looked back as another girl ran over. His eyebrows shot up. Did her eyes just pour out salt instead of tears? He blinked but just like it was gone. He looked at his aunt, feeling a little unsettled. He wasn’t sure what they should do but as soon as her dad turned back to them with the window rolled up his stomach growled again.

”I think we should try out the food… I mean we don’t really have an appointment.. so why not just check out this place? Maybe they have some homes for sell?” Noah suggested from the backseat, trying to get a peek at what food they had on the table.

”They have pie.” He said suddenly, pressing up to the window to look. He caught sight of the women who had been talking to his father. He blushed and gave a sheepish grin and waved. He looked at his aunt and father once more. ”What’s one night? Would you rather keep going and get stuck somewhere without gas?” He asked.

Noah jumped involuntarily when the man knocked on the window. He listened to him and looked back at them, giving them a pointed look. ”I do not want to get stuck on the side of a mountain for the night.” He shook his head.




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Sleep had escaped Oscar. It had slipped away from him like a mist. No matter what he did, he couldn't grasp onto it. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, resting a hand on his chest. Everything had changed. Like a switch, the town was restarted. All the faces were the same but the center of it, the heart of it, was gone. The only thing left was the brain, him. Few people listened to sense. They were busy buzzing like mischievous bees, getting into trouble, falling in love, waging war, and making a mess. And then they were gone. With a heavy sigh, he thought of the Mayor. He was what you wanted in a man of authority. Everyone believed him to be good. They had trusted him. They had sought him for advice. He had vision. But what made him effective was that he listened. Oscar had lasted through too much of this town's muck. Its secrets, its underbelly, its history. He had been apart of it, helped shaped it and the late Mayor had allowed Oscar to help him continue to make it something worthwhile.

Hell, what did it matter? Maybe it was all bullshit? Everything turned to dust in the end... well, maybe not him. Finally he rolled out of bed. He could brood upright. He could brood in any position. Oscar decided to take his thoughts with him to the cemetery. Dawn had yet to breach. The night was a good cover. He nodded to the Mayor's gravestone. "What happened?" he thought out loud. "What the hell did you do?" He touched the top of the gravestone, tapping his fingers against the stone. He could almost feel the tears passing over the stone, the gentle caresses, the grievous farewells. But he didn't feel grief. It was something else entirely. Confusion.

Later that day, he dressed in black as expected. It was little effort. Most of his clothes were dark in color and layered in stern cynicism. He passed a few children on his way. They were playing in the grass, kicking a ball back and forth. Suddenly he felt a snap against his ankle. One of the children squinted at him. "Oy, ball here, old man!" Oscar turned to the boy slowly and suddenly the children were struck still, eyes wide. With a quick snap of his fingers, the ball deflated. "That's Mr. Fallo to you, kid. Your grandfather was just as bad," He was getting too old for this. He was getting too tired.

As he headed into the town square, he saw a familiar figure in the distance. A woman walking with another. It was Ramira. He stopped in his tracks. He hadn't been in the same room with her alone in a long time. It was intentional. She was a constant reminder of better days, of days that made him believe in impossible things. It was a thorn in his otherwise dark worldview. He quickly turned away, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered. He hated people but he needed their cover.

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"Mendzaillia was supposed to get out of the hospital today... I'm worried she thinks everyone hates her and doesn't want to come. If you wouldn't mind, could you go check on her? I don't want her to feel like she has to hide from the town."

"Um... sure, Rosa." Eric mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He looked around, seeing mainly his mother running around and setting everything up. "Yeah, so I'll just... go on..." He scratched the back of his neck. As he started to leave, he noticed Rimara and Kane coming up too. Giving a slight wave, he then crossed the street, wondering where Mendzaillia even was.

He just barely remembered where she lived, going up, and knocking loudly on the door. "Mendzaillia? Hey, you there?" He had a concerned look on his face as he heard muffled sobs, and jiggled the doorknob silently. "Hey, look, I just wanna help you, alright?"



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"Yer father was a great man, It'll be near impossible fer someone t' replace 'im. Who the 'ell d'ya think that is?"

Rimara swallowed. God, life was harsh today. Dreams, fears, were becoming true right in front of her. A new citizen? It's obviously the new fucking mayor. But, instead of crashing a party that has some potential of being a good memory, she slowly stopped her walking with Kane. "I thank you soo much for the walk, Kane, really. I just... I can't be here. Not now." She muttered, and nodded to him, before walking back in the direction they'd just come from.

Her head was reeling. All she could think about was her father. Her father's death. The poor, beloved Mayor of a small, where every citizen loved him. It was almost like he was the Andy Griffith of Mayberry here. Who was she going to turn to? How does she even move on with life? Everything seems so hopeless, and dull..

And that's when she nearly ran into someone. "Dear God, I'm so.." She stopped, seeing him. Him... the man she loved at one point. The man she'd secretly seen while her father was alive. "Oscar." She breathed, barely a whisper, and brought a hand up to wipe her eyes, as well as push back a stray part of her bangs.

"I.. I'm sorry. I was just leaving." She stuttered slightly, and for a second, felt comfortable meeting his eyes. It was in that moment. That second. There it was. That little, mischievous, good for nothing spark decided to light itself. Rimara then looked away and straight ahead as she started back on her destined path.

God, she loved him still. If she didn't.. then she was definitely sick, because her stomach was fluttering.

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Ula tried to brush the remaining salt from her cheeks, but it just made it stay. To be honest she didn't mind it much, all it really did was make it look like she had sparkly powder on her cheeks. As she watched the window roll up, she couldn't help but almost laugh at a sudden thought. "You know, I've read a few horror books and seen a few movies. The ones with little villages towns being really nice to random strangers and inviting them to stay often... end with one or none of the visitors leaving." She shrugged, looking to the people that were near her, "I'm... gonna go see if I can hep with setting up anything. Seeya, Rosa." She smiled and gave an odd little gesture, almost like a shrug, but with a smile and start into a happy walk bck towardste tables. Before she got too far she turned to wave farewell to the newcomers, thogh she only just greeted them. [color=teal]"Enjoy!"

She then contnued on her way to the tables and... her smile faltered smewhat. Her sorrow had momentarily disappeared at the thouht of new people, but returnd wen she turned towards the event and remembered the meaning of it. Her step sobered and she avoided eye contact with those she pased. The hurt was still frsh inher,but Rosalynn's healing energy did work wonders. After this day was over, she was going to mosey on her way back home, maybe relax in a tree and end up falling asleep... maybe check the waters for trash or anything needing to be cleaned or purified.


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He just had to get somewhere, anywhere. As long as he was away from her. Already thoughts of her began plaguing his mind. The shape of her mouth, the curve of her jaw, the smell of her hair... He could almost hear her laugh. Despite himself, Oscar began to smile. It was already too late. He had tried to keep his distance after it ended. It was the right idea and he reminded himself that with every ache or pang of longing. She'd be happier with her own kind.

Oscar noticed Ula by the tables and decided to do something completely unprecedented. He would offer to help. He made his way over, eyes to the ground and grimacing. He took a cup in his hand and spun it carelessly in his hands. "Uh... Ula, is it? Can I help?" He nearly choked on the words. He was used to giving orders, not taking them. And as the cup fumbled out of his hand, he realized his domestic skills were equally lacking. Oscar snuck a glance at Rimara as she walked off. She was still irritatingly beautiful.

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Ula snapped from her thoughts, looking over to the familiar voice of Oscar Fallo. A hint of a smile started on her lips, growing a bit more as she spoke, [color]"Of course, Mr. Fallo. I'll aways accept your help."[/color]She noticed some cups stacked near bottles of soft drinks and a bowl of... a liquid. She didn't know quite what it was as it could've been something like tea or punch, even koolaid. She began walking over and gestured, politely of course, for Oscar to follow her. She knew and unerstood how he was, preffering to give orders rather than take them. Therefore, she took a different approach, giing him choices rather than just throwing something on him. Ula, herself, preffered taking orders rather than giving them, as she wasn't really someone to have othrs do her bidding.


"It loos like we have cups that need filling, we'll leave a stack oempty ones though. Would you like to hand them to me and put them down as I pour in the drink, or would you prefer filling them?" She looked to him in question, just in time to catch him sneaking a glance at Rimara, and her smile became more gentle. Whether it was love or infatuation that Ula felt radiating from Oscar, she could sense it as Oscar's eyes locked onto Rimara. It was kind of sad to se himlike that, having to admire Rimara from afar. But she said nothing, and looked away towards the drinks, waiting for an answer.



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Eric almost jumped at the sight of a door opening itself, but he had to remember, there was magic here. Even though he was a werewolf, he'd never had magic abilities of his own, so he never practiced it or that sort of thing. "Mendzaillia?" He called out, but then heard a soft panging of glass, and went to the source of sound, where he found the woman on the floor, looking distraught as ever.

"Here, lemme help you." He said quickly, and bent down, and took a hold of her waist, bringing her up to face level with him. She was wobbly, but he guessed she would be by the looks of that bottle, and strong scent of some type of alcohol. "Alright.. Let's get you on something a little more comfortable than a hard floor, hm?" He, with a little struggle, picked her up like a bride, and walked to her couch nearby, setting her on that.

"Do I need to like stay here with you? Rosalynn wanted you at the Mayor's banquet, but.. I don't think you're okay to go." He muttered, looking at her distraught figure.




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There are some things she'd only dreamt about. Things about Oscar mainly, that were out of her sight, but now came crashing back, just like the day they'd decided to hook up. All their makeouts, all their memories...

The day Rimara could only dream of. Her mind became clouded with thoughts of him, blinding her. Although, being the awkward girl, she could only hope someone might come force her to go to the Mayor's banquet being the daughter of the previous one.

Although, she was probably seen as a bother now. Heck, her and her father were the only humans here. Now, it was only her. The human who fell in love with an immortal, and still is, hopelessly. Even though the thoughts of Oscar helped her forget her sadness over her father's death, it just dug a bigger hole for depression, and she became clouded with sadness.

She may never get to feel his gentle caress again. Or see her father.

Swallowing down the pain, she dug out a bottle of whiskey her father vowed to open on Rimara's wedding day. "Now's as close as we're getting, Dad." She popped the top off, pouring herself a drink, and chugging several down, before the stench of the killer drink fogged her clothes, and she resided on her family's old couch, drinking down the pain.

Her mind played a little unorganized slideshow of memories Rimara thought she'd discarded. She gulped down half the bottle in 30 minutes.

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Menzailla glanced up when the figure walked in and noticed it was Eric, the little Were that was picked up by Rosa and her husband, she can still remember when he came. But she didnt really hang around many places for very long, the town was cute and she adored it but as Fae she can only take so much of non-Fae. She also didnt get touched that much so she couldnt really stop a blush go on her face as shes picked up, it was warm and not that bad although fairly weird. When she got to stand on her feet a bit she felt a bit more stable and more in her own body now that she could be upright. It didnt last long though because Eric picked her up and put her on the couch, although it was true that it is about ten times more comfortable. She took a moment to try to hold herself in one piece before looking up at him and just barely saying the word water, she needed a lot of it and frankly if she could get him to toss her in the lake near her house she would.

Eric had mentioned the wake that would be happening today and she wasnt sure whether it would be a good idea to show up at all. Well she did in fact actually kill the man, and it wouldnt really be in good taste to actually be there, and not many actually know what happened that night other than she ran him over with her car. Zquill isnt sure she could handle people if they decide to retaliate in a bad way, hell she was sure she wouldn't be able to handle anymore attention what so ever. But Rosalynn is a very dear person and she knows that she is very trustworthy but still, theres Rimara to think about as well, things could go bad. The wake should be about the Mayor, not a lot of drama. But maybe Rosalynn would be able to keep the light on him and is life and not on her and his death.

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The cups swallowed the table and it suddenly occurred to him that he was wasting his time. It was busy work and there was nothing worse than busy work. Like those endless forms and tiny details that stuck in someone's craw that just made his life tiresome. They were just cups but for whatever reason, they made him irrationally angry. He smacked the cups down on the table and muttered, "This is fine, just... leave it," He gently rubbed his fingers on the bridge of his nose as a slight ache swelled behind his eyes. He needed to get away from everyone. Oscar could feel them all around with their sorrow and confusion. Their energies were so lost and wide, bumping into one another. Some might find comfort in a shared loss but not him. He was a preservationist. He didn't like to lose.

Oscar walked away without so much a word to anyone else. He left the town square and all its noise and clutter behind. Maybe this was it. Maybe he was done. He had spent too much of his life here, working behind the scenes. Maybe it was time for someone else to come along. Maybe the death of the mayor was a sign. With a heavy sigh, he stuck his hands in his pocket and let his feet carry him somewhere. His thoughts weighed him down, made him blind to everything around him. As he turned a corner, he came to the conclusion that he should leave, pack up, start over somewhere new. And then he saw what street he was on. Oh shit...

Oscar had betrayed himself. The house tucked away down the street belonged to Rimara's family. He stopped in his tracks as if shot. No, she wouldn't be there... What the hell am I thinking? Of course she'll be there. He took a hesitant step forward and when he found that he didn't fall through the cracks of the earth, he slowly made his way towards the house. He thought of stopping by under the pretense of checking in on her, like a good friend or neighbor. He could just knock on the door and see her there. He nearly laughed at himself. He'd take one look at her blue eyes flashing with innocence and sweetness, traits that never belonged to him, and be done for. It was best to leave things be. Best for him. Best for her. With a breath of fresh air, the ache in his head left him but was replaced by another. He missed her. It was all his damn fault for getting too close. His pace quickened as he passed her house. He averted her eyes in fear that he'd spy on her through the window. He needed to clear his head and get her out of there. But the problem was, the whole damn town reminded him of her. Maybe it was best to leave...

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Something had made her put the bottle down. Then, made her stand, just in the exact second to see a form flash by her window. She bit her lip as she got up, and wondered what it was. Suddenly, fear overcame her. What if it was that werewolf thing that had bit Alturo those years ago?

She shook her head. That had to be just a myth. It had to. She held her breath as she slowly opened the door, and went out onto the porch, looking about. There it was. The form. Walking down the street.

Well, she could tell it definitely was a person. Oh no.. the alcohol was kicking in, wasn't it? She felt her blood boil, all her sadness turning into anger. "Hey!" She called out, at the form. But in her dizzy state, she couldn't exactly tell if the thing had heard her or not. "Hey, you!" She stumbled down the porch steps, and pointed a shaky finger, at one of the three of that figure.

"What... What are you doing out so late? And by my house?" She hiccuped, surprising herself with how fast she seemed to make herself drunk. But that didn't matter at the moment.

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When he thought he was safe, he wasn't. It was the story of his life. He heard Rimara's voice calling from behind. Oscar considered just walking and not looking back. It would have been easy. But he didn't. Instead he turned to find her staggering towards him. She pointed to the right of him, at how, he wasn't sure. Could she even see him? From the smell and the stumble, she was drunk, drunker than he had ever seen her. Well, maybe except for that one time... no, stay focused....

When she asked what he was "doing out so late" he could only scrunched up his brow in confusion. He wasn't a damn child. But what he was doing by her house was not something he could explain. "Rimmie," he said, forgetting himself, "I was just taking a walk. You should lie down," As she swayed, he reached out to her, to keep her steady. As he leaned in, he looked her in the eyes and found himself drowning in them. He couldn't help but smile in his own broken way. "You know there's plenty of booze at the wake. Why are you drinking alone?" The smell of whiskey hung heavy in the air but beneath it was her. He wanted to bury his face in her hair, breathe her in, but instead he held her at arm's length by the shoulders, trying to keep her from stumbling into the street.

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Then it hit her like she just ran full speed into a brick wall. That voice... so low, and smooth. His cologne was more than enough to make her lose her senses. God, she missed him.

"What are you doing out here, Oscar?" She giggled, and bit her lip. "Are you sneaking in while my Dad isn't home?" Rimara smiled, and pretended to ignore his question. She liked him holding her up, and kept her hands on his arms. "It's been so long since you've come again... " She trailed off, and let go of him, before laughing.

"I drink alone, because I don't have anybody to drink with anymore." She chuckled. "Dad's gone now, and you are too, sooo.." She shrugged and looked around as if she lost something. "Do you know what I did with that silly bottle?" She hiccuped again, and felt dizzier as she searched around.

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It was so familiar as he held her, as if no time had passed between them. He stroked her arm gently with a thumb. "I'm not here, I'm not... anywhere, I was just..." he trailed off. When she bit her lip, his resolve fell apart. He leaned in, inches from her face, watching her mouth as she spoke. He could almost believe it was just a game, just a flirtation, nothing else. Nothing bad had happened. No one had died. He could almost believe it was just the two of them. When she pulled away, the spell was lifted. The two of them didn't exist. He made sure of that.

When she told him that she was alone, his heart dropped in his chest. What the hell was he doing? She was in mourning and he was smiling like an idiot. Her father would kill him if he knew. Oscar ran his fingers through his hair, looking at his feet. It wasn't right. None of this was right. He could fix any problem in the world but this one. She asked for the bottle with a hiccup and he pulled himself out of his thoughts.

"That bottle's down your throat by the looks of it," he said, slipping behind her to catch her if she fell. He placed his hands around her waist to steady her. "Look, you've had enough. Let me take you inside and we'll get you to bed," He leaned close to her cheek and whispered softly in her ear, "And you're not alone... The people here love you,"