#taunwick.intro

[angelcfdvth]

𝚒’𝚍  𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚊𝚗  𝚎𝚢𝚎  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ;   that  there  is  JAIDA KING  ,  notorious  for  being  (  irritable  )  and  ( deceptive  ) ,  but  there  are  times  when  she  can  be  (  compassionate  ) and  ( adaptable ).   i've  heard  that  she  could  pass  as  a  LOGAN  BROWNING doppelganger  ,  but  i  don't  see  it  .   the  ( thirty six )  year - old  FEMALE has  been  in  town  for  (  seven months  )  and  they  are  a  ( defense attorney  )  by  day  and  murder  suspect  by  night  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  cigarette smoke laced with the thick scent of candy ; the crisp feel of old, dusty library books ; shredded converse shoes paired with bomber jackets with too much wear and tear ; grass stained knees ; the last wisp of smoke from a burnt out candle ; the dying heat of a bonfire ; the crunch of the leaves of fall ; the first blinding rays of sunlight after opening the curtains in the morning ; arriving early with fresh black coffee ; the burn of your first shot ; walking into the sharp edge of a desk ; the heaviness of the sky before a storm .   you’ll  know  when  they  walk  by  because  they  always  seem  to  be  blasting  bad dream  by  RUELLE.     it  truly  explains  why  they're  known  as  THE  FINAL GIRL.  

Though Ronald King and his two children, Jaida and younger brother belonged to the third and fourth generation of Kings to call Taunwick home, they were the first to break the new found tradition, and became the first, to leave it. 

Raised in a moderately respectable household, there was nothing overly exciting that ever really crossed their front porch. Nothing that would cause rumor or doubt to flourish of the community man Ronnie had always been. An upstanding citizen that never sought to brush even slightly closer to the depravity that found so many. A family man who never believed in the concept of a means to an end, and saw every blemish as an opportunity for something better. A passing wisdom that he ensured his children both understood and practiced with every new day that met them with the rising sun. Perhaps, one might have believed he’d have considered a thing it a good things when something far darker than a silver lining cast a shadow over their home the year their mother, Leona had an affair with a coworker and inevitably moved to the other end of town as if any of them could just, pretend it never happened. Jaida witness a certain light die out in her fathers eyes. One that she was convinced would be eternal for as long as he held the warmth of family within his grasp. Unlike some, her first experience of heart break, was watching her fathers. A sturdy man, caught within the headlights of an oncoming train that made no sound, the loss of his marriage was something she wasn’t certain he’d ever recover from. 

But sturdier men had never been built. Though it was rough, such an uneasy time brought a then fifteen year old Jaida and her eleven year old brother closer than ever with their father and they got through the harrowing rift of a broken home together. Mending the missing pieces with anything and everything they could form memories with - anything to distract from the gaping hole their mother left in a once complete home. 

Between helping raise her brother and making sure her father cracked a smile, Jaida had high hopes for what she might find beyond high school. The hours spent skimming through design magazines had been purely a fluke that etched itself in her system merely one thing among many that she found herself deeply entwined with.Though she wasn’t overly popular in school, her fluency in sarcasm and an unabashed affinity for a healthy argument often enough to turn some away, she had a hand in a little bit of everything. Along with the two part time jobs she worked after school, throughout the years, Jaida joined cheer, the homecoming committee, helped with the yearbook, tutored and still found the time to be as social as anyone truly could be. Unwittingly, the majority of it was indeed, to keep her distracted from the whole new family her mother had settled down with, an effort to ignore the broken pieces of her family, but truly, she couldn’t help herself, with an inability to turn down any opportunity, before long she couldn’t really handle having nothing to do at any given moment. Never quite straight edge enough to be considered a loser - and not twisted enough to go off the deep end, she fit in everywhere - and nowhere at all.

All of which might have been a lot, even without adding to it the untimely passage of falling in love. Blindsided by the nature of something she hadn’t even considered among other things, when Harry St Francis had come calling for a way to win over Kayla, her best friend, she certainly didn’t expect the fleeting feeling that coiled in the pit of her stomach to become a fully fledged feeling. One that had hands, fingers, a voice that could pull her from any state and features that she could inevitably trace out on paper, in the dark. That the state in which she landed on the very real feeling that felt almost crippling at first, would be something reciprocated in any capacity - and yet, Harry, despite his unyielding flaws, became a pillar in her life that, though terrified to lean on, was all consuming.

Despite whatever bigger dreams she might have had, Jaida settled on the bitter truth that Taunwick was a place that she always intended to stay. Her whole life contained in one place - It was home and there wasn’t really any singular place that could have been better than that, regardless of whatever lay beyond the town borders. It wasn’t necessarily enough to break her, the idea of leaving her brother and father for any reason at all seemed absurd. They were family - the three of them against the world and it might have stayed that way, if It wasn’t for a visit from extended family at Christmas. Images her cousin described so vividly about New York and the Pratt Institute School of Architecture in Brooklyn was far more than she’d ever truly expected. The turmoil that built within her chest enough to make her sick with envy for those that could sever ties to childhood and family to follow a greater path .. but really all she needed was the grades and cash to move out and make it on her own.

For some, perhaps dreams were meant to remain elusive, like smoke through fingertips. With the world crumbling around her once more, the gut wrenching truth of Harry’s extracurricular activities, Jaida had found herself with the bank balance she’d needed, and on the precipice of her own graduation, she wondered whether everything she’d once amounted home to, was simply a childish truth to cling to. With her brothers encouragement and her fathers praise, intention had been to cancel all plans and spend the night tracing their way back through their childhood together - their favorite places, their favorite movies - food orders, shakes, their lookout. A night filled with the King family treasures - moments and memories in time, relived knowing that Jaida would soon find herself in a whole new city, with all the promise of the world But, perhaps dreams were meant to remain elusive, like smoke through fingertips....

Awaiting their father, who’d promised to finish work earlier than usual and meet them, Jaida and her brother had taken to tossing the football at the high school, just shy of the heavy covering of trees that led towards the hideout. A timeless pastime and one that she’d cherish for far longer than she ever believed. 

In hindsight, it was the last moment that, despite her heartache, she felt whole. 

The scream that tore through the air chilled her to the bone, wrought icicles in her stomach and caught both her and her brother with such shock that she’s not sure they ever went back for the football. Again, it rippled the air around, eerie and hallowed. Her brother made a break for it - towards the car, towards his phone. The possible overreaction unheard of, the pair knowing all too well that, that sound, was something they’d never be able to brush off as someone fooling around. Before she knew it, she’d breached the tree line, her first thought being that perhaps someone had fallen, broken something.. But the harrowing silence that followed such a piercing scream crept across her skin like insects, scratching for something beneath the surface and finally, in the thick of trees... she’d never felt more alone. 

Except, just as her father had told her, over and over and over again ---  she was never alone. The glint of silver in the rising moonlight through the trees was barely enough, the blade slicing through her palm, crimson splashing across brittle stones as she spun and clawed her way back towards the school. Never quite out of reach, and never, ever alone. By the time feet found the softened touch of grass; her voice was hoarse, her own screams echoes of those they’d already heart. Vision blurred and clothing mottled with more blood than not, Jaida couldn’t tell how long it was before she blacked out - how long it was before the far off sound of her brothers voice faded from reality and etched itself into the makings of a nightmare that would never let her rest. All she knew, was darkness.

In the weeks to come, the knowledge of Chasity’s murder added insult to injury - her friends life cut so short while her own spared felt.. unforgiving somehow. Yet despite it all, she remained as strong as she could. Willed herself to remember as many details as possible for the authorities, relentlessly swore that she’d testify if and when the time came - and when it finally did... It marked a milestone in her life.  The end of her home as she knew it.  It was with her father, and brothers blessing that the King family moved from Taunwick, saying goodbye to what was once every warm memory, now tainted and wounded. A life in New York would see to it that she’d find something more - find something that could help her heal from wounds and demons that she couldn’t feel, but knew existed. But dreams were elusive, and Jaida never made it to Architecture school, instead finding herself on the path to truth - to justice, and even then.. things never quite turned out how she might have planned. Nothing did. 

The nights grew colder, no matter how many days passed to put time between real life horrors, they never let up their grip of her. Every session and therapist that she sought out as useless as the last until finally, the facade she’d held up for almost twenty years snapped within her grasp. A world no longer held up by sticky tape and glue crumbled and buried her in the rubble. The feeling of home gone from within her bones and a warmth missing for entirely too long, Jaida put in for her vacation time.. and incidentally extended it with a further grievance leave, moving back to the one place she knew all things existed, that wouldn’t quite slip through her fingers. 

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[purgatcry]

𝚒’𝚍  𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚊𝚗  𝚎𝚢𝚎  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  ;   that  there  is  JORDAN “JB” BECKETT ,  notorious  for  being  (  nefarious  )  and  (  manipulative )  ,  but  there  are  times  when  he  can  be  (  charming  )  and  (  venturesome  )  .   i've  heard  that  he  could  pass  as  a  CASEY DEIDRICK  doppelganger  ,  but  i  don't  see  it  .   the  (  thirty-eight )  year - old  male has  been  in  town  for  (  thirty-eight years )  and  they  are  a  ( detective )  by  day  and  murder  suspect  by  night  .   they  tend  to  spark  images  of  the scuff of boots on loose gravel ; burnt out cigarettes, the lingering smoke of a burntout. The crack of twigs underfoot ; footsteps on an empty staircase ; the chill of morning frost ; the click of a bullet in the chamber ;  .   you’ll  know  when  they  walk  by  because  they  always  seem  to  be  blasting  call me devil by  FRIENDS IN TOKYO.   it  truly  explains  why  they're  known  as  THE CROOKED

DIG  DEEPER  

Though Jordan was raised in a home that might have looked anything but perfect, his parents head over heels for each other, even after almost thirty years of marriage, the perfect sentiment only reached so far. Beyond that, one might have taken note of their young son. Mostly quiet, and yet as much a wild card as one could have possibly been. Teachers and those surrounding never quite knowing what might come out of his mouth next, yet, not nearly surprised enough when it was certainly something that shouldn’t have. 

It was something that followed him regardless of who he met and who he was speaking to - unpredictability clung to Jordan Beckett in ways that seemed almost impossible without some threat of repercussions. Filters? Who needed those anyway....

 Any attempt the school sought to make a point of handing out punishment was left almost entirely unheard of by his parents - too caught up in their own lives to really notice the son they once adored, growing up without their guidance and perhaps heading in a direction that wasn’t perfectly aligned with the facade of the perfect home they painted. It wasn’t that they were bad parents, he was clothed, fed, and given anything he ever asked for - but, they didn’t leave him with much in the form of warmth beyond that. 

It wasn’t uncommon for Jordan to be brought into the station for his reckless idea of fun, fighting, or downright breaking the law - a cry for help perhaps, in most other people, but the nonchalant degree at which Jordan’s intentions fell didn’t settle so harmlessly. 

When Jordan first met Harley, the sparks that flew were undeniable - in a way that, nobody could even attempt to dissuade anyone from thinking that they absolutely hated each other. Sparks, that soon turned to flame. A tumultuous relationship that spanned years through, often times too hot to be off and others, cold enough to believe it never existed. Arguments that exploded, any time and any place drawing the attention of all those within ear shot - neither Jordan nor Harley afraid to air their grievances towards each other out in public.

No matter what, they always fell back into each other. The clash of ideals and personalities didn’t deter from the truth that Jordan and Harley certainly did love each other - but love wasn’t always easy and neither of them were willing to swallow enough pride to change. 

When Jordan graduated and chose to follow in his fathers footsteps in becoming a police officer, people believed that perhaps, he was looking to turn a new page. Better himself and make something of his life.. only, he didn’t really intend to hold up the ideals of such a career - no, what drew his attention more than anything was finding himself in a position of power. Authority was initially all he wanted - some sense of control when he never really had it before, holding more of his fathers attention than he ever had before.

Intention hadn’t fallen to the path he took at first, but before long, Jordan was able to be bought to turn a blind eye, willing to tamper with evidence that came through the station, important records could be altered, go missing.. Or be completely destroyed with the right payment. A difficult thing to believe, when one considered how charming Jordan could be on a good day… or perhaps, a little more believable when one understood how vindictive and indifferent he could be to those around him getting hurt, while he could gain from it. 

Chastity’s murder was rough.. It was an obstacle in Harley and Jordan’s relationship that he was never certain they were going to move past - and truly, he’s not sure they ever did. His indifference is well known despite how closely Jordan knew her. His on/off again girlfriends best friend had once been a huge part of his life, and yet... he didn’t even attend the funeral at Harley’s side.

Though Jordan and Harley never seemed to have more than a few solid months together at a time, their relationship has spanned the better part of two decades. All those they’d find themselves tethered to throughout the interim of their time together, became seemingly forgotten the second they fell back together again. 

Losing Harley has been far more difficult - losing someone who he believed he’d never lose, they came back to each other all the time after all, but this.. this is a permanence that he never expected and while there’s a turmoil settled within his gut, he’s not entirely sure how to handle whats going on. Every day has routine, and he’s sticking to it as best he can... 

Due process calls him to question as a suspect, but his alibi checks out...--- he’s made sure 

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#we can't all live our lives as saints / about #taunwick.intro #this is not as well details as Jaida's... but i'm gonna edit later