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Rosalynn Maria DeGari

Be careful what you wish for, I might give it to you.

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a character in “Mystic Grove”, as played by sparrowluvr2

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|Name|
Rosalynn Maria DeGari

|Nickname|
Rosa, Lynn, DeGari


|Gender|
Female

|Ethnicity|
Cacasun/French Descent

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Role|
Female 1

|Face Claim|
Jenna Dewan-Tatum



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|Height|
5'2"

|Weight|
118

|Hair Color|
Dark Brown

|Eye Color|
Hazel

|General Appearance|
Rosa has olive tone skin. She likes to keep her brown hair long so she can do plenty of styles with it, though normally it's just in curves. Since she could walk, she was always dancer and she even went on to dance professionally for a little bit so she definitely has the figure of a dancer. Her hazel eyes seem to see into your soul. Even without asking, she knows what aliment you have. Her small hands can make just about any concotion to help. She's short in stature but uses high heels to make people think she's taller.



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|Personality|
Rosalynn always had a wild streak, he sister was more tame by miles. She was known to sneak out and party. And if she wasn't doing that she was sneaking out to practice witchcraft under the light of the moon. Even with that wild streak, Rosa was always kind. She stood up for those who couldn't. Her mother and aunt raised her to help those around her. She is very headstrong which is why when When she was only eighteen, she opened Magicks. It's main purpose was to provide alternative healthcare for everyone in the town. She's very intuitive to know what is wrong with someone. She not only does that but she also provides palm and tarot card readings and other magical items.

|Likes|
Full Moons, Strawberries, Coffee, Chocolate, Arturo, Children, Drinking, Taking Care of Others, True Crime TV Shows, High Heels, Boots, Dresses, Clothes

|Dislikes|
Storms, Pineapples, Coconuts, Fighting, Being Alone, Feeling Left Out, Not Living Her Own Life, Sewing, Papercuts, Math, The News, Having to Stay in the Town Limits, Not Being Able to Help

|Strengths|
She is the master of potions and tonics to help people who come to her. She's never been wrong when giving people fortunes. She's great with children and wants many of her own.

|Weaknesses|
She is not good at math. Even when it comes to simple math she's not good at it. She often turns to Arturo or her sister when she needs something done. She has never handled stress well. In her young age, she would party away her worries. Another weakness would be her inability to handle constructive criticism.



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|History|
Rosalynn Marie DeGari is the youngest of the Fountain family. While her father was in her life, her mother and aunt were the two that really raised her and her sister. Her father was always off on some business trip or something. Though it is prefered, most witches are unable to marry Warlocks, but her mother was very lucky when she fell in love with her father. This made Rosalynn and her sister's powers that much stronger. This is why she and her sister are looked up to by the other witches in town, even more experienced witches.

Rosa loved getting to know other people in town, still somehow Arturo flew under the radar. Had she met him earlier, she might have gotten married during or right out of high school. Instead, she met him one full moon night when she was out passed the town limits, working on a spell. She couldn't have fae magic interfering.

That was the scariest night of her life. She was well into her spell, giving herself over fully to the magic. She was lying on the ground, staring without seeing as she said the words of the spell over and over. Suddenly something broke the circle of her magic, stealing the magic away like it ripped away apart of her body. She cried out in pain, sitting up. And that's when she saw it. On the edge of her circle was a huge wolf, staring at her. It growled as she slowly moved to her feet. As it started to walk towards her, she stepped back. The moment she was out of the circle and he was in the circle she shouted, "Propinquus circulo!" More magic drained from her but now the wolf was trapped. She sank to her knees, out of breathe. It pounced at her but was thrown back by the magic. It wimpered, getting on it's four legs again. It came to stand as close to her as he could and barred his teeth. She bared her teeth right back. A werewolf. She had never came face to face with one that had transformed, since they were unable to within the city limits.

She and the wolf fell asleep, glaring at each other. When she awoke from the sun's rays, she found she was looking at a man only a year or two older. He was naked. She slipped off her cape and threw it on him, letting the circle of protection fall. They stayed there talking most of the day. It wasn't until their stomachs were growling louder than they were talking that they made their way back to town.

From that day on, she and Arturo were inseparable. He even bought the store next to hers and made it into a bookstore. After they had been dating awhile, he proposed and they were married with all their friends and loved ones in the same grove they met in. Soon they started adding on to her shop and his shop and created a coffee shop that connected both of their shops together.

Now that they've been married for a few years, Rosa is desperate to have a child of her own. She loves her adopted son but she wants to experience bringing a child into the world. She understands why Arturo doesn't want to have a child but she knows he's underestimating her powers.

Being one of the most respected people in town, Rosa was very close with the Mayor. She often treated his ailments. She hated seeing him in pain. She was even closer to him than her own father. His death has been very traumatic for her but she is trying to move on. Soon she'll be adviser to a new Mayor.


So begins...

Rosalynn Maria DeGari's Story

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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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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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Ula had been sitting, more liking hiding in the gazebo, since the funeral. She'd probably been one of the first to leave, but her leaving was more of a distressed sprinting. She wanted to be away from there, where the mayor lay dead in the ground. His mind was no longer thinking his kind thoughts, his lungs were no longer breathing so he could speak them, and his heart was no longer beating... no longer keeping him alive to care for the town, for his daughter. His daughter, Rimara. 'Oh, poor Rimara. I can't imagine what she must be going through right now. It must be horrible... I'll... I'll have to try to cheer her up. Try to make her smile. She has to celebrate the life he lived, not the ending of it. Right?'

Ula wasn't so sure anymore. Would she even be able to put on a smile to perform such a thing? Maybe it was too early anyway. "I'll let her mourn. I won't bug her then." She sniffed and wiped her cheeks, just in case she'd missed any of the salt traces. Even after nine years of living in fresh water, the salt from the sea hadn't left her system. When she cried above water, it would crystallize to form sparkling trails down her cheeks. Wiping them away had probably just made her cheeks sparkle.

Then she paused, hearing something... things being unpacked and a voice she recognized. 'Rosa,' she thought, and a small smile touched her lips at how the woman was as on time as ever. She got up from hiding and left the gazebo, resting her closed hands up on her heart as she quietly approached Rosa.

[color=teal]"Mrs. DeGari? Rosalynn? Would you like some help unpacking?"
In an attempt to hide her sorrowful emotions she, as always when upset, looked to the plastic plates, cups, and utensils. Truthfully, she would have brought something but... she lived under the water, what food would she be able to make underwater? This was one reason she thought that, maybe, she could get a job somewhere and get a house some time. And the money she'd saved up from selling small things she'd found was... somewhere in a bush around her home.



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Since the funeral of the mayor a few hours ago,Art had been in a state of deep contemplation. He was mainly thinking about how fragile life was, what if it had been Rosa or Eric in the car? He wasn't sure how he would cope living in the town on his own. Rosa's Magic helped him calm down the darkness within and without her he would be lost and get increasingly angry.

He was sat in the living room, his eyes staring at the coffee table his finger absentmindedly turning his wedding ring around his finger. He turned his head a little when Rosa called out to him "Darling, I'm ready! I'll need your help getting all these to the town centre!"
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Arturo nodded mainly to himself his mind still astray, he sat up a little straighter his eyes watching the tress blow in the wind. "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!"

"Of course sweetheart..." Arturo called back and he finally made a move. Standing up he put on his suit jacket and walked into the kitchen picking up the boxes, Rosa must have already been at the town centre already. He noticed the smaller box of paper plates and plastic cutlery, Rosa must have forgotten them he smiled gently stacking them on top of the two boxes he had.

He was just about to close the door to the house when his phone started ringing and Eric being Eric he had to make a comment " Hey Art, I think your phones ringing"
Art sighed softly giving a soft chuckle "Really Eric? I thought a new breed of bird flew into the town and makes the exact same noise as my ringtone.."

He put the boxes down momentarily to pick up his phone, Rosa was probably calling him to ask about the paper plates and cutlery. " Hello darling, before you start you left the paper plates and things. I've got them I'll see you in a few minutes allright?" he smiled hanging up the phone he picked up the boxes and carried them to the town center.

Seeing Rosa he smiled taking the small box and handed it to her. He began to unpack the rest of the food wondering where Eric had got to.



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Malcolm had never liked driving long distances, so it only made sense that he would absolutely detest driving a long distance with the only goal being to leave behind the only home he had ever known. But this town, miles away, had been suggested by his publisher as a good place for authors to gather their thoughts and produce good, even better, work. The only problem was, however, that he was utterly lost.

He wasn't stupid, but Mal never thought far in advance when he planned something. He liked to go with the flow, more or less. Now, however, he could see where his method might have some flaws. Mac wanted to ask his sister or his son to check for something on their phones, but he wouldn't because he didn't need to worry them. Instead, he had resolved to stay quiet until they reached a gas station. Tierra, however, spoke at that moment. His plans quickly dissipated.

"He's seventeen, T" he said after a short stretch of silence in which he debated whether or not he really should speak. "He hardly even enjoys spending time around me." Mal looked back at his son for a moment and shot him a smile, though he wasn't sure whether or not the teenager would see it. As he turned forward, he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "I have somewhere in mind. Little town. We'll be able to find somewhere nice for the three of us." He matched his sister's volume as he replied.

He looked toward the display on his car, which read that there was little fuel in the car. Well, shit. As if by magic, there was a ramp off of the highway only about a mile away. He took it, obviously, hoping they'd find a gas station nearby. Instead, the road leading off of the ramp took them, after a few miles, into a little town. Perhaps they'd find gas here and, with it, directions. He cruised through the streets slowly, noticing how little activity there was. He began to worry that he ought not to be there.

He saw two figures then, a reassuring sign as he drove into what must have been the town's square. Slowly, he came to a halt beside them and rolled down his window. "Hi. Hello. Excuse me?" he said, trying to get their attention. "Is there a gas station around here? Our tank is really low."

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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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Ula could feel the healing energy working into her system, and she managed to meet Rosa's eyes as she smiled, "I'm doing better, thank you. But... try not to wear yourself out too much, kay? Your magic works wonders but we're no good without you. And speaking of which, how are you, Eric, and Arturo? Oh, and your sister and uncle?" She smiled again before turning away to start helping with the unpacking. Her thoughts wandered as she did this, though her ears were still open for replies and questions. 'Utensils.... Oo-ten-see-els, yule tent seals, you ten seals... Wierd words.' That's when she heard Mendzailla's name, and her main thoughts bounced to the topic of her sprite friend. But before she continued focusing on her scattered mind, she looked up and greeted Eric with a wave.

'I'll have to vsit Mendzailla later too. I should visit everyone, bring things they like or I think they might like. See if I can make their week a little better. No one should be upset for too long, it wouldn't be right. This place is usually so sunny and fun with our festivals hosted by... how many people? Eighteen? Thirty?' The young mermaid shrugged to herself, before snapping from her thoughts with a dazed blinking, pulled out by a question from Rosa.

Ula smiled and shrugged again, to Rosalynn this time, "Not really. I'll help with what I'm asked to do, dance a lot, participate in a few things, try not to freak out." She gave a small laugh, sounding almost sheepish as she knew what could happen if she saw some people doing certain things. She disliked when this happened, but in those moments didn't know what to do. "Try to stay out of trouble, of course, and not hurt too many people. What about your plans? Anything special?"

Then with a smile and a nod of greeting towards Arturo, Ula continued helping and sunk back into her thoughts. 'Special? Special's also a funny word. Wierd. What's weird? Art, people, etc., the word etcetera, age. Thinking of age, we have lots of different ages here, don't we?' She knew most of the "Mystic Grovian's" ages, or had learned them at some point wether through blunt questioning or piecing it together, and her wanderng mind began counting up the ages that came off the top of her head, 'Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, fourty-three, fourty-eight, fifty-two, ninety-seven, and... a hundred and twen-' Her concentration was suddenly saved again, but this time by somethin... odd. An unfamiliar voice had awaken her. It was a man, obviously, maybe middle-aged.

Finally, Ula turned to look behind her and found Rosalynn speaking with a man in a minivan, it was driven by a woman from what she could see but she couldn't tell if there was anyone else. She jogged, almost skipping, until she was next to Rosalynn. Though... it would probably be more considered behind her even as she leaned to wave to the newcomers. For the moment, all of her previous sorrows had been forgotten at the appearance of new faces. Ula even waved to the other windows, just in case there was someone else, "Hi! We're sorry for the inconvenience of it being closed. But the hotel is cozy and lots of people here cook really good food. I hope you enjoy your stay!" It would considered near impossible for others, but this was Ula Morgan, and she lost balance without the slightest of provokation. A gasp escaped her and she grabbed onto Rosa's arm for just a moment, squeaking out a quick "Sorry!" and trying to gently brush the sparkling salt from her tears off of Rosa's arm.



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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.

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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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She looked towards her brother and smiled. "Yeah he is 17 time goes fast but he could try to have fun." She looked back towards her nephew and smiled. "Right Noah?" She listened to the silence in the car when he spoke again making her smile looking at the passing sites. "Sounds fun."

She watched as they continued to drive and he was slowing down. "Is something wrong? Are we out of gas?" She looked at her brother and at the sign on the car thing-a-ma-ding. She looked towards her brother as he slowed down and asked someone for directions. She listened as they continued to speak and she was speaking about her being married. She sighed and wondered if it was to loud and they noticed.

She continued to listen and watch as she spoke. He rolled up the window and looked at her. "What the hell do we do?" "Well what do you want to do? The realtor was what you set up. Not me call her and tell her that we are out of gas and can't find a station. Noah what do you think?" She looked towards her nephew and smiled.

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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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"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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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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Lucy squealed, reaching up and planting a kiss on Glenn's cheek. "Right away, boss!" she said, leaping from his coat and onto the ground. In mid air, her body shivered and shook off her human form. As her paws hit the grass, she looked up at Glenn. With a bark, she bounced up in the air and broke into a run. The wind rippled against her fur as she loped along the cemetery. Then, almost as suddenly, she stopped. Her ears flicked forward and her whiskers rustled. She snuffled against the grass, looking for something unfamiliar and strange. Nothing yet but a vague sound from the distance caught her ear.

She turned to Glenn, eyes dark and focused. With a loud, long whine, she called to him. Without waiting she began to bound towards the town square. Lucy slipped around the tombstones and leapt over patches of crab grass and dead flowers. As she drew closer, the smells of food and people enveloped her nose. Her whiskers flicked as she tried to decipher what was who. If she learned anything it was that people attracted more people and eventually a human would show up, stinking of mortality and mundanity.

Lucy slowed to a cautious stalk, avoiding feet and crying mourners. She slipped beneath a table, catching glimpses of conversation. Everyone was talking about the mayor or the food or what needed to be put on the tables. Nothing of interest. She crept beneath, unseen, until she caught a scent she had never come across before. She recognized Arturo and Rosa. Arturo, especially, frightened her. He smelled too wolfish for her comfort. Rosa's scent, however, was unmistakable. Her work with potions gave her a constant herbal smell, earthy and fresh.

She bolted towards the shops to get a closer look. Most took no notice of her but the new smell was unpredictable. There could be danger hiding within. Lucy stayed close to the walls of the shops, stalking slowly towards Arturo and Rosa. She saw them talking to others, hidden within a car. Her ears flicked. It had to humans but were they the right humans? Glenn would want to be sure. She couldn't disappoint him. What she needed were clothes. Humans were notoriously obsessed with clothes. She was just lucky she was near home.

Lucy bolted back towards the townhouse. She had moved in with her grandmother to perfect her craft. The older her grandmother got, the more she needed protection from man-made walls. A nasty scar from a fight with another animal had left her with a limp. But the townhouse was usually empty. It was more of a facade than a home. As she went inside, she shivered back to human form and headed to her home. It was a mess and a strange mockery of human life. Dishes were stacked clean in the bathtub. A couch sat in the kitchen, tucked against the fridge. The living room had no furniture apart from countless pillows and a makeshift pillow fort. Lucy started sniffing through her clothes. Nothing quite matched each other but it mattered little to her. She slipped into a galaxy leggings, a neon tulle skirt and an oversized t-shirt, tied in a small knot at the end. She slipped on some sneakers and headed back to the town square.

Not one for subtly, she approached the car much the same way a bull would charge towards a matador's cape. She pressed her face against the back window and spotted a boy her own age, or at least appeared that way. Age was relative in this town. In the front seat were two people, a man and a woman. They smelled related. Always a little unsure of how to deal with humans, she started to yell, "Are you staying here?" as if hearing were a magic ability.

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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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"Water?" Eric confusedly guessed as he looked at Mendzaillia. She was attractive for a woman, but Eric knew she was type of... supernatural. He just couldn't recall what Rosa had told him about her. He brought her back a glass of water, and watched her.

"You know... I could probably see if Rosa will just let me stay here with you. It looks like you need someone to stay, and seeing as you're out in the middle of the woods, a good distance from town.. Who better than a werewolf?" He tried to joke about his supernatural side, and too often, it just didn't work. "I'm sorry, don't listen to my jokes. They're rather.. corny." He shrugged, and tilted his head as he watched her, his eyes flashing, just for a second.

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Parking his car at the bar his mother owns, which wasn't far from the town square. He adjusted his hair, he cannot look out of order like he did this morning. No one should think that he can't control his urges. He finally got out of his car, and headed towards the town square. He noticed that although people were there it seemed a bit empty. Maybe it was all the negative energy, and their grief over the dead human body that was rotting in the cemetery. He didn't want to seem rude, but how does one pretend to like someone they never did.

He approached the square and decided to make way to the table with the drinks, he sure could use a drink right now. He's stressed out right now and some alcohol would loosen him up a bit. He walked in an elegant way, being alive for over ninety-seven years gave him reason to, he doesn't want to come off as some twenty year old who doesn't know what he's doing. Although he clearly looks like one, if you don't know him. Taking a cup he filled it with some whiskey and downed it in seconds, and then poured himself another full cup before moving away from the table and ascending the stairs of the gazebo that stood in the center of the square.

Finn wanted to observe, he saw Ula and Oscar pouring some drinks at one table, and Rosa with Arturo talking to some people, some humans, passing by the town. He saw Rimara from a distance, she looked like she wasn't ready to go to an event like this. He was right in his assumption when he saw her going away from the town square.

Another urge hit him, as he though about Rimara being the only human that lived in this hell hole. If only she wasn't so nice and innocent for him to hurt. He wished that more humans lived in this supernatural infested town. He looked over to the car that was still there, and saw a young guy's head pop into view. A beautiful young nerdy guy, who probably had sweet tasting blood. He shook at the thought that popped into his head. He mustn't think of blood right now, especially not human.

He groaned as he faced away from the car and mumbled, "Crap, Crap! Just what I needed a new HUMAN family stopping by. It'd be nice if they stayed for a while, but who knows how long I'll control myself with that sweet thing around." Finn knew how to take care of his urges, but if this family did stay for long he would have these urges more often. Then again, this town is lacking humans. Downing his second cup of whiskey he needed a distraction.

He left the gazebo, and was about to approach Ula, but it seemed as if she was too distressed, so he decided to leave her alone. Now he was left alone with Rosa and Arturo who were still hanging around the humans. He wondered how long he had to be present at this thing, before it was considered he officially attended the event.

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Mal frowned subtly at Tierra's response, both because he felt bad for the way she so readily accepted his lie as truth and because he had hoped she would take his side. He turned his attention to Noah as she prompted the boy. For perhaps the first time in the car ride, his son had pulled the earbuds out of his ears and seemed comparatively attentive. Well, he couldn't argue with Noah on the issue of food, for his own stomach grumbled softly as he remembered that it had been a while since he too had eaten. Very few restaurants were located this far out in the middle of nowhere.

"You mean move here?" he asked, taken aback by the thought. Not that he had had somewhere in mind in the other town, but because it was something he hadn't considered. They could stay there. There was no one expecting them anywhere else. There was something, however, that continued to unnerve him about this town. He didn't wait for Noah to respond though. "We'll...uh...we'll talk about it."

"I suppose I've been outnumbered then," he said after a moment, turning forward again. "But when the townsfolk try to sacrifice us to some pagan god, you two better not come running to me because I gave you ample warning." He was about to roll down the window when a young woman sudden pressed herself against Noah's window. Just a normal little town. Mac stuck his head out of the window slowly and looked toward Rosa. "We'll...ah...we'll stay for the night. My son's hungry, and I'm sure you know it isn't fun driving with a whiny teenager." Maybe they would sacrifice him less brutally if he joked around with them. Or perhaps it would only work against him. Who knew?

Following the directions she gave him, he drove the car slowly into the coffeeshop's parking lot. "We get food. We sleep. We get gas. We leave. Alright?" Mal hardly gave them a moment to argue before he pulled the key from the ignition and left the car, locking it behind him. He didn't like this. He didn't like this one bit. Still, he managed to pull on a smile as he led the way back towards the townsfolk.

"So, uh, can we grab food?" he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose again. For just a moment, the intoxicating smell of food replaced the concern that the food might be laced with poison or might be human meat or something else irrational.