"i'm A Mess?" Shreya Scoffed At Her Coworker/friend?/whatever The Fuck That One Summer Was, Dirty Shirley

embarassing to want things like love and attention

//   (  jessica henwick .  cis woman  .  she/her  )  .    ⸻  fawn liao ,  a  thirty  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  her whole life  .  the  pretender  is  known  for  being  clever  and  dishonest  and  is  often  associated  with  rings on every finger, a sharp tongue, the smell of incense clinging to clothes  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a reader at sisters of the moon  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted .

STATS

full name: fawn may liao   hometown: red creek, mi   sexuality: lesbian  birthday: april 2   zodiac: aries sun, capricorn moon, capricorn rising  height: 5’6”  languages spoken: english marital status: divorced children: none  traits: clever, adaptable, confident, dishonest, cynical, self-indulgent 

BACKGROUND tw parental death, neglect mentions 

oldest of the new generation of liaos and is just as bad as the rest <33 

when her mom died, fawn was barely old enough to brush her own teeth much less raise her little siblings but alas… that’s what she had to do 

their father, of course, was all but useless, fawn can’t remember a time when he actually did the things dads should do 

she tried to help keep things together at home and it made her angry and it made her strong in a way she shouldn’t have had to be, so naturally, she needed someone to blame — that person was june 

she tried at first, she swears, but it became easier just to let her frustration and anger reflect in the way she treated her youngest sibling 

she was smart and good at school, but not in the “pleasure to have in class” and way, more in the constantly trying to prove the teacher’s point is wrong sort of way that teachers don’t tend to like 

she graduated high school middle of the road, she skipped class a lot and had to take care of things at home 

as soon as she graduated, she moved out of her dad’s trailer and rented a house 

the house is tiny and a lot of shit is broken but she still lives there, it’s home 

she didn’t have money to go to college and she didn’t have the desire either, so she just kept doing what she does best: scamming 

since middle school, she would run little grifts, making false returns at stores and tricking adults into giving her money because she was “a few cents short” as well as planting hairs and bugs in meals at restaurants to get a free meal 

when she got older, the scams got more elaborate and she became a constant guest at the local hospital running car and bike accident insurance fraud scams— if she had had the time and money, she would have been a theater kid (derogatory), because baby is an ACTRESS 

now fawn works at sisters of the moon, which just happens to be another one of her scams bc… she’s not psychic and doesn’t have any magical “gifts,” she’s just really, really good at fooling people 

she was married, briefly, in her early twenties (potential wc…) but her wife left her after a few years bc… she’s kind of an asshole and also has never healthily expressed an emotion in her life 

PERSONALITY & FUN FACTS 

very angry, but good at hiding it most of the time, has a punching bag in her basement w pictures of her various enemies taped to it 

always lying, not just at work, she loves to lie just for fun <33 and about everything <333 

never talks about her mom unless it’s to guilt someone into doing something for her 

doesn’t believe in “guilty” pleasures, just pleasure 

scarily confident, a bit of a narcissist 

has a twitter where she shit posts and live tweets tv shows she illegally streams bc she doesn’t have cable or a single streaming service 

very charismatic and charming when she wants to be 

definitely sleeps around a lot and always has 

she has a skewed view of intimacy and sex makes her feel like maybe she’s kinda normal 

has a cat named ritten (rotten kitten) that she loves more than she’s loved any person including her ex-wife 

despite her known life of scamming and fraud, has only had a few brushes with the law, prides herself on this fact 

maternal in a tough love way, has a soft spot for Some (not june) 

again, zero emotional intelligence to be found 

trying to quit smoking, it’s not going well 

character inspo: fiona (shameless), rossi (criminal minds), zinnia (matilda), the wizard (wicked), kady (the magicians) 

fawn nearly snorted at kaz's attempt to be rude to her, a clever smile curling her lips as she looked him up and down patronizingly. he almost made it too easy. she clicked her tongue, "nah, buying food to drop off at my place. money's tight, my friend," she sighed, "sometimes you gotta watch your own back. but feel free to waste your money on charity. least you can do considering where ya work." she flashed a faux sweet smile, grabbing a box of cinnamon toast crunch and tossing it into her cart. "but be sure to tell june i said 'hey.'" she teased.

"i'm buying food to drop off at finch and june's apartment. is that what you're doing too?" he was never good at being mean, being the bad guy, provoking someone. he preferred to sit and watch, bide his time until they confessed to him. but he couldn't resist himself, add a little quip as he ran into fawn at amrak.

@chappcdlips

"i... i dunno," griffin admits, avoiding eye contact like a professional — professional in what? he's not sure. maybe just in being nervous, "my boss just tells me what's going on." and he goes along with it. that's what he's paid for. he looks up when the woman mentions his book, a slight smile on his face, "i really like her other work. and i agree, her writing style and the way she integrates everything thematically with realism and depth despite the subject matter... i could go on for days." he blushes a little, always a bit embarrassed when he talks too much about his interests, "is this all for you today?" he asks as he picks up the painkillers to scan.

" what a peculiar deal . " renee says aloud , fingers skimming over the shelves of products . she offers griffin a strained smile , tries to pretend not to be bothered by the omnipresence of the talbots wherever she turns . it's not his fault . none of this is his fault . he's so young , really . just like josie - and renee would hate for anyone to ever think poorly of her daughter just because of who her parents are . " not necessary for me , though . do you have extra stock or is it a christmas special ? " she slides down her packet of painkillers onto the counter . " shirley jackson has a way of showing women's desperation and grief so well . that's the real horror , in my opinion . " renee muses aloud , smile painted on her lips , never budging . " what made you pick it ? "

JESSICA HENWICK as PEG GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY 2022, dir. Rian Johnson

for? JUNE ( @bittenmoths ) where? outside white pine auto garage

"if i get my car serviced here, are you gonna cut the brakes?" fawn teases when she spots june. she's smoking a cigarette and leaning against the hood of her car — a red 2008 buick lacrosse that she bought off a guy on craigslist over in traverse city. and as much as she's tried to fix the problem herself, she is not that kind of lesbian. and as much as she's not overly confident in june's skills to fix her car, there are other employees and she assumes they were hired for a reason. she's never really bothered to ask. she doesn't know what june actually does there, really. fawn crushes her cigarette under her boot and stands up straight, eyes flicking over the other liao, "i took all the valuables out. can never be too careful." and, honestly, if fawn were in her shoes, she would immediately check the console and the glove compartment for something good. fawn knows that part of her runs in their genes. like blue eyes or the potential to have a widow's peak. there's some metaphor or joke about how the apple's rotten right to the core, but that's not really fawn's style.

cyrus ends up at the church due to his need to be involved, to be seen, and he knows that when tragedy strikes? there will always be people that take solace in the lord. and there are always people more willing to talk after a tragedy and cyrus is always willing to endear himself to new people for his own sake, for his own reputation. even in tragedy, perseverance is important, he thinks. he looks over at santi as he speaks, a sigh leaving his lips, "some people cane be your neighbor and still be a stranger. i'm sure she didn't hold it against you." or maybe she did. cyrus certainly didn't know kirby. "and i bet you never forgot after she told you, right? so i think you're settled up."

🗝️ open to all. 📍 redemption chapel, jan 24th.

the news breaks, as does half of red creek alongside it. there's an unfair lump lodged in santiago's throat. he wasn't close to kirby ; her death was not his to mourn, and yet ... he sits in the back pew of redemption chapel, hands wound in his hair. it was between here & the cemetery— the weather chose for him. he breathes in, has a hard time breathing out. halloween night plays through his mind. ❝ i asked about her name. ❞ he wants to laugh at the memory, but doesn't have the heart. a puff of frustration leaves him instead, ❝ grow up in a box like red creek & i still had to ask for her name. jesus– ❞

cyrus barely registers that someone else is out there until he hears carlos' voice and when he does, he hardly flinches, eyes traveling over them in appraisal. in threat potential until he realizes that the other doesn't look altogether threatening. he's got maybe a hundred pounds on them he thinks, leaning against the side of building, arms crossing, "it's not me. and i'm gonna go out on a limb and assume it isn't you either, but looks can be deceiving." cyrus pulls out his phone and sends a quick text, the call he was about to make decidedly cancelld now that there's someone else present. he doesn't know carlos, but you can never be too careful who you say what around — especially in a town like red creek. "why are you standing back here alone if you're so afraid the killer's gonna get you anyway?" he asks with a chuckle, a teasing lilt to his voice, "that seems like a bad strategy."

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.　behind redstone bar, 11:30pm 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛.　anyone

𝗿𝗲𝗱  𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗸  𝗶𝘀  𝗮  𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸  𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲.  no  matter  how  much  carlos  tells  himself  he  should  leave,  that  there  are  so  many  reasons  he  should  get  the  hell  out  and  return  to  life  as  he  knew  it  (  despite  the  potential  consequences  they  could  face  if  ever  ████████  )  they  stay.  carlos  stays,  trapped  between  its  tragic  grasp  and  forced  to  watch  its  horrific  history unfold.  under the impression of being alone, carlos  jumps  at  the  sudden  noise,  nearly  dropping  the  cigarette  held  between  their  fingers.   “  jesus,  f  —  dude!  you  can't  be  doing  that  anymore,  there's  like,  a  killer  out  and  shit!  ”  brief pause,  eyes  narrow  at  the  person  standing  before  him.  it  doesn't  help  that  his  response  to  all  this  is  misplaced  carelessness,  the  kind  that  could  make  you  the  first  kill  in  a  horror  flick  —  not  the  kid  who  trips on air,  but  the  one  who  stands  face  to  face  with  the  killer  and  laughs  in  disbelief.  “  unless  . . .  the  killer's  you.  is  it  you?  ”

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