Realistic or Modern [CLOSED] Salem B*tch Trials

[mogy]

Alexis Ponyo

part 1: "girls with sigils"

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mood

These girls are always late.

location

Her car, driver's seat.

interaction

hery (Frankfurter), @dear.szmm (Unnamed Goth Girl)

"See, this is why we're always late to everything." The young woman lowered her hands from the steering wheel into her lap before slamming the horn again as yet another reminder that she was out here, waiting. "There is time... The gathering lasts ten days, we'll get there right as it's getting good... I can't go today, I have to bail my mom out of jail... I mean, she has the same powers that you do, she can bail herself out, easy."

With the click of a button on the car door, Alexis lowered the window and yelled out, "Come on, Frankfurter! We're going to miss all the good parts!"

She pressed the horn a couple times before unzipping the fanny pack strapped over her torso and taking out a plastic bag of tobacco, rolling papers, and a filter. She knew how to roll up a good cigarette, and she liked taking her time both with rolling and with smoking. It was an art form, but this was her third one and it was getting boring—Frankfurter better have had a good reason for not being ready.

"Oh for fuck's sake! Pennywise! There are sewers in Salem too!"

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[hery]

Liora Frankfurter

part 1: "girls with sigils"

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mood

Um, late is fashionably on-time?

location

Alexis' car, passenger seat.

interaction

mogy (Alexis), @dear.szmm (Unnamed Goth Girl)

Out the door came a high-pitched burst of laughter, followed by the rhythmic click-clack of heels descending the stairs "That's not... fucking... funny, Ponyo!" Liora insisted, despite the amusement on her face. Amusement, mixed with breathlessness as the young witch hauled her bag down to the car.

Alexis had already brandished her tobacco baggie and rolling papers, looking like she was preparing for some kind of war with time. "Oh, starting early, are we?" she teased, slinking around the car to access the trunk. Liora's bag, crammed and bursting like a turkey on Thanksgiving, thudded heavily into place beside Alexis' own luggage, making the car shake under the weight. Why bother underpacking when they were driving to their destination anyway?

Liora turned as she made her way to the passenger seat, glancing down at the ground to see a small army of gingerbread men marching out of thin air, their tiny, frosting-covered faces set in determined lines. Before slipping into the car, she casually dropped a heel onto the little soldiers, emitting a low, decisive crunch of cookie death.

"They're probably just excited to get to Salem," she explained with an innocuous smile, knowing how Alexis could get about crumbs in the car. She dropped a hand to the other witch's shoulder, giving it a playful shake. "Aren't you, too? Usually, it takes you another minute or two before you start with the name-calling!"

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