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Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Just checking in to tell you I'm still here!

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

I got work in 30 minutes but let's see if I can't get the first part of the collab done first!

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

@VashonnDone!

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

"That's quite alright. It would simply be a few letters to my band of friends; inquiries on how to deal with certain members of my own side more so than those of the Onyxians," Kehah replied to the Lady Grimm before turning to Geoffrey. "You certain you don't wish to spar tonight? One second longer and maybe the fat man would have beaten you."

It was a jest; everyone at the table knew it to be so. Though quite a bit of her real irritation shone through as her eyes remained cold. She was definitely going to need to write Maar'von a letter; titled 'I Should Have Known Such a Pain in the Ass Hails from Your Blood.'

She was grateful to the boy, however, for sitting between her and the Dark Elf; she was also worried that they'd notice his tattoos. It seems chance that the two of them may be targeted once this whole matter was settled. She wasn't able to think on the subject any longer as the servants began clearing the tables on Lord Grimm's command. At his last comment about future dinners, she snatched another piece of bread; best to make as little trips as possible, then, given the ease it would take to attack just outside the doors.

At his remark towards their chambers, Kehah spoke to Geoffrey once more. "My band and I always slept together with one person either awake to watch, or nearest the opening so that if they were killed in their sleep the rest of us would be alerted by the bell hung on their body once they fell; would you care to do the same to ensure our longevity," She took a second to realize what she'd said, and with a glance to the Lady and Knights, amended herself. "That is, one person taking watch, not one person risking death by sleeping by the opening."

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

@IceHeart health is more important!go ahead and heal up before worrying about this

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Collab with @BrutalBx

Mordechai Boaz

Mordechai had just finished scrubbing his face when he heard the speakers turn on in the gym. Sighing, he left the bathroom and made his way down the hall and into the large area, just as Mr. Payne began his speech.

The doorjamb dug into his shoulder as he leaned against it, his whole body screaming against actually entering the gym; he'd spent plenty of time here with Danny…

The mere thought sent his mind wandering, spiraling into a memory in sharp relief.

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Season 2, Episode 14

"Decky, c'mon!" Danny whined, reaching for the basketball that his big brother had held over his head. The two boys had just moved in with Mr. Beau, and despite the man's welcoming presence and promise that it was their home as well for right now, the brothers still enjoyed spending time other places. The middle school had just let out, and Decky had met up with his brother and brought him to the highschool, skipping his last class so that they could hang out together in the gym.

He hoped Mr. Beau didn’t catch him skipping. The man was one of few that could actually make the teen feel bad about his amoral behaviour. Not because the man is cruel to him about it, but because he seems to genuinely understand and care.

His own thoughts betrayed him by pulling his focus, allowing Danny to jump on him in order to reach the ball. They both went tumbling to the floor in a heap of laughter as the ball itself rolled aimlessly out of reach. So caught up in their bonding, the two boys didn’t notice the shadow that fell over them. That is, of course, until Mr. Beau himself let out a short cough, arms crossed and eyebrow raised at the scene before him.

Decky let out a nervous cough in answer as Danny rolled off him and into a sitting position. “H-heeey, Mr. Beau…”

With his usual great smile on his face, Edenridge High’s English teacher span the basketball in his hands. “Well ain’t this a sight to behold? The Boaz brothers playing ball in the gym. Maybe I should speak to Coach O’Hara and get you put on the team Decky? You’ve got a mean hook shot and maybe it’ll teach you a little thing about humility and respect” Beau’s smile faded to a face of disappointed as he bounced the ball off of the floor and back to Decky. “What on God’s Earth are you doing boy?!”

Mr Beau had come across many people during his time. Growing up in New Orleans, his environment was one that was far from tranquil. Every other weekend, somewhere on his block there was a shooting or a stabbing. Corner boys fell where they stood, dropping dime bags and bullets as they crumbled. It was hard life but Beau knew it wasn’t for him, the call of the badge and blue was too great. Natural police. Stints in Narcotics and Homicide showed him just how dark the path can be for boys and girl in similar positions that he himself used to be in, could be. That in itself was what lead him to teaching, well that and a love for the written word. And now here he stood with two boys going down that same path and he was in a position to try and stop them.

Decky couldn’t help the full body flinch at the man’s raise of voice. He instinctively brought his arms out in front of himself, crossed to defend his body from the oncoming hit. All that touched him was the basketball, which bounced harmlessly off his knee. His cheeks stained red in embarrassment as he scrambled to his feet, helping Danny up but not turning his back to Mr. Beau.

It was hard reminding himself that this was a Good Man. That Mr. Beau wouldn’t hurt him; hell, he’d helped get him and Danny outof that situation in the first place by offering to take the brothers in.

Arms crossed over his chest and body shielding his little brother, Decky glared at the ground. “Sorry, Mr. Beau. I wanted to walk Danny here from the middle school... then I didn’t want to go to class and I knew the gym was open and-” He began scratching at his arm. The track marks from some of his last hits were slowly, painfully fading, and he couldn’t help the way his stomach rolled at the thought of another hit. He knew a guy. Hell, he knew several. Two of them were in his last class of the day…

Danny grabbed his wrist, pulling his big brother’s hand from his arm and holding it in his own as they waited for the lashing from their temporary guardian, eyes glued to the floor instinctively.

Beau folded his arms and let out a great sigh from his nose as he looked at the brothers. He had seen this type of reaction before. These boys knew both physical and emotional pain, a raised voice meant a flinch which meant a strike that should never have been thrown. A strike that carried enough weight to change a boy’s life. Enough of those blows had been struck at Decky and Danny already, no more, not if Beau could help it.

“I’m gonna tell you story boys. If you’ll indulge me?” Motioning his hand towards the bleachers nearby, Beau took a seat and waited for the brothers to join. “You know when I came up, ain’t no man, woman or child who wasn’t in the game. On my block alone, you had kingpins, corner boys and ladies of the night. Still, as rough as that neighbourhood was, it was a community. You helped the old lady cross the street and nobody was no victim that didn’t matter. We had bad boys for real, not so much gunslingers but mothers who knew what to do with their hands. I was desperate to be like them. One day, I cut class and go off with his little girl from around the way. Ain’t no thing right? We’re foolin’, we go down to the train tracks, little spot kids would go. We hear the train so we decide to move….then she gets stuck. Her hair was caught on the tracks, I couldn’t do anything but watch as that damn three thirty train to the French Quarter smushed her brain into nothing. I ran home, as fast as my chubby little legs would take me. Word got out, that night those same boys I idolised came into my home, pulled me from my bed and went hard on me in the middle of the street, the entire neighbourhood...just stood there and watched. They screamed at me. You’re better than this life here, schoolboy. Didn’t realise til much later what they were doing for me. You understand boys? Where you come from? It don’t matter. The life you lead before? It don’t matter. What matters is what you do with the time that’s given to you and how you impact other lives. If I don’t teach you anything else, remember this; all lives matter, even yours.”

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Mordechai remembers crying for the first time in years that day. He remembers gripping his brother's hand tight as they sat on bleachers in silence, his track marks irritating him but his brother staying his hand. That was the day when he really truly started going to classes, despite his previous promise to Lanie.

Absently, he scratches his arm where the track marks once were.

He never did tell Mr. Beau that he was leaving, and the thought sends a strike of pain to his chest as he sees the older man sitting to the side on the bleachers; the same bleachers where he'd given Decky and his brother such meaningful words.

Listening to Mr. Payne speak, Mordechai found himself disagreeing with the man's words. Decker’s ‘darkness’ didn't try to enter their lives, it succeeded in doing so. It even destroyed some completely. That day, way back when, the only person Decky picked up was his brother, limp and bloody from the cafeteria floor.

His heart twisted again. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he had a condition.

When Mr. Payne ended his speech, people began to mill around; Mordechai kept his eyes on Mr. Beau. He had to apologize. Had to tell the man how much he meant to Danny and himself.

He couldn't bring himself to enter the gym; his feet were glued to the floor and muscles pulled taught. Effort straining his simple movement, he raised his hand to catch Mr. Beau’s attention, hoping the older man would get the message and make his way over.

“That was a good speech, Kerry” Beau shook his predecessor's hand and nodded. “That was a talent of yours I haven’t yet picked up as Principal” The two elder men stood in idle chat as the memorial goers began to mingle for themselves. The whole idea of the memorial was to not only remember life but to celebrate it.

Beau’s dark eyes were called to the corner of his vision as he saw a long departed face in the doorway, waving his hand. Mordechai. Excusing himself from the conversation with Kerry, Beau made his way over to the doorway to look upon the now grown stature of one of his former charges. He did not hold any ill will towards Decky, quite the opposite really. Beau had seen enough in his life to know that sometimes the only way for a person to move forward is to move off to the side which is exactly what young Mr. Boaz had done. He had ran off into the distance and not looked back since.

“Get yourself in here boy” Beau grabbed Decky by the back of his neck and pulled him into a hug. He allowed himself to squeeze the young man tight in the embrace. He had missed him dearly and worried about him constantly. The day Decky left was a hard one. That morning, it was a Wednesday, so it was gumbo night in the Beauregard household. Beau was outside the school, making sure there was no one cutting class or leaving the grounds. When the first shot rang out, he instinctively looked for his own gun which he no longer had. In that moment he was a cop again and not an overweight English teacher. He watched kids run from the building and he watched one run back in. He knew better than to run in himself but a day hasn’t gone by since where he didn’t wish that he had gone back. It wasn’t until the evening, when Charlie Decker was dead and the bodies had been counted that Beau found out Danny had been a victim. No one had heard from Decky and it wasn’t until a month later when Beau was told he was alive but that’s all he was told.

“You’re a little late for that gumbo. Guess I’m gonna have to ground you for a couple days.”

Tears fell from Decky’s eyes at the man’s words, and his grip on him tightened in desperation. Burying his face in the crook of Beau’s neck, Decky felt like a child again.

Despite having been moved out of Beau’s home for almost half a year at the time of the shooting, the older man all but demanded that the two still have dinner with him at least once a week. They always tended to come over on Wednesday’s, since the man’s cooking was to die for but his gumbo specifically was out of this world.

After being pulled away from Danny’s body that day, Decky ran off; not to his apartment or Phil’s Garage, not to Beau’s, and not to Lanie. He spent the time at a funeral home and cemetery, speaking to the Funeral Director, Rabbi, and Groundskeeper about a place for his brother. Twenty hours after the shooting, Danny was buried at the Z”L cemetery in a quick but tasteful ceremony. Four hours later, Decky was passing a sign saying “You Are Now Leaving The Bay State.”

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered. “I’m so, so so-sorry…” He pulled back slightly, desperate for the comfort but needing to look the man in the face. “I should have said goodbye...I...I should have told you where I was going,” He wiped the fresh tears from his face and gave Beau a sad smile. “I guess your lessons on manners didn’t rub off as well on me as they did on...on Danny.” He tried not to choke on his little brother’s name. “You meant so much to him. To us…”

“You got nothing to be sorry for, not a damn thing” Beau showed off a pearly white grin as he looked upon the boy turned man. He had grown so much in the ten years, he looked healthy, strong and all the things that he knew the boy had the potential to be. “I was sorry to hear about Phil, he was good people. Ain’t many a folk around like that no more.” Beau left a comforting hand on his charge’s shoulder as he let the other one fall to his pocket.

“I managed to keep a few tabs on you through some old contacts of mine, this old dog still got a few tricks you know? I don’t blame you for running, life’s roads take us all over but in the end they always take us to where we need to go. Yours brought you back here, back to us, to the people and the town that love you. Now, go on, go socialise with some of those other little reprobates who superglued my desk draw shut and you and I will have a proper catch up tomorrow. Be ready at the garage, you know I wake up early.” Beau patted him on the shoulder and smiled proudly.

“Yes sir,” Decky replied with a smile, not even bothering to deny having glued his desk shut once or twice way back when. Letting his hand rest another second on the man’s shoulder, he made his way, slowly, into the gym itself, looking around for the people he used to know.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Phil Bristol

Pre-show/Flashbacks

Born in New York, Phil grew up in an upper-middle class neighborhood. Both his parent had nice jobs and he went to a private school. His parents always hoped he'd get the best education and be able to surpass them and live even more well-off than they themselves were. Phil, however, was never as attracted to common education as he was to cars and other contraptions. He didn't love science so much as he did inventing, or math so much as how much was necessary when making blueprints and the like. So he studied engineering and mechanics in his free time, even finding himself stopping by auto shops every now and then to ask the mechanics questions. They had no problem with a cute kid, all bright eyed and excited to learn their craft, hanging around as long as he followed safety protocols.

He found himself off the beaten path when he was 14 and his dad's car broke down. Without so much as a word to his father, Phil had the problem fixed before his old man even got off the phone with the mechanic. After the shock wore off, his parents spoke with him, and after a quick trip to the shop that they didn't even know he'd been going, they got praises from the workers and recommendations for different schools that would better cater to his interests. They'd made up their minds.

From then on, Phil went to a trade school for inventing, electrical engineering, and mechanics. He graduated with perfect grades and his parents' blessing to open his own shop as soon as possible. He never did finish a common high school education, and sometimes found himself lacking in places. Surprisingly, it never bothered him much.

It didn't happen at first; Phil picked up a job down in Boston and from age 19 to 22 he worked happily there. Once he felt comfortable and experienced enough, he opened his own shop near a scrap yard in Edenridge, South Boston and set to work.

He was 38 when a young boy with a bruised face got caught pulling scraps of motorcycle parts. After a quick talk with the scrapyard owner, he grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck- noticing the flinch and filing it for later- and set him down at a station, telling him to get to work. The shocked boy went at it with his borrowed tools until closing.

"Jesus kid, you just did the work of three grown-ass men! How old are you?"

"12, and my name ain't 'Kid'," He'd grumbled back.

"Well, maybe if you'd tell me your name," Phil replied with a roll of his eyes, not letting it show how shocked he was at the boy's adeptness.

"...Mordechai Boaz. My brother calls me Decky."

"Well, Imma call you Mo-Bo, how 'bout that?"

"What?! No don't call me th-"

"Alright Mo-Bo, let's get you home!"

The boy had looked less than thrilled, but admitted that he needed to make his brother a late dinner. Phil didn't comment on that either.

Phil had left the boy with a parting comment about an open door policy, but never expected to see him again. Especially not the next day. But the kid kept coming back, working on his little motorcycle project and even helping the other mechanics. And if the boy was doing the work, Phil was damn well going to pay him for it; under the table until he could be legally hired, of course.

He always brought his brother with him after that, and the boy just stayed quiet and out of the way, acting like he was an intruder and inconvenience. That's when Phil started keeping candy and around the garage and ice cream in the mini-freezer. Danny began talking and showing his real personality after that.

When Mo-Bo never started Freshman year, Phil got a little worried. The boy was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for, including himself. He could excel in both Common education and Trade. Phil didn't push it much, just kept some textbooks around that would keep the kid relatively on level with what the rest of his age group was learning. He caught Mo-Bo passed out on the break room couch one night, Language Arts textbook spread open on his chest with a dictionary on the ground and highlighters all over the place.

Start of Show

Sophmore year had already started, but Mo-Bo had still yet to enroll. Phil decided it was time to make a deal. He would still be allowed at the garage all the time, but Phil made him enroll get a work permit from the school under the pretenses of an internship, both to get the kid learning more and to be able to pay him above the table for documented work experience. Given how popular and cemented Phil's Garage had become in Edenridge, the school didn't put up much of a fight about it. Despite not being too fond of the boy skipping the school he'd only just joined, Phil didn't mind having him away from those parents as much as possible. Danny actually seemed to enjoy school, and had stopped showing up as much once he hit middle school.

He began bringing a young lady around sometime late during his sophomore year. She'd just sit on Mo-Bo's stool, sucking on a lollipop and letting her hands linger as he worked. Phil didn't even pretend not to notice the track marks on their arms or their red eyes, but they didn't seem to care about showing them. He confronted them a few times, but that just led to Mo-Bo not coming around for a few days, and Phil decided he'd rather the boy be high and around, than high and dead in a ditch. He stopped asking.

After Mo-Bo found out about his little girlfriend's eating disorder, things began slowly changing; Mo-Bo stopped showing up as much at the shop, and started going to school. He was at the shop almost every night after school instead of out partying, and the track marks faded as he began filling out into the man Phil new he could be. The man had been jealous that the boys began to get a new father figure in the form of Antoine Beauregard, but Phil new a good man when he saw one, and also knew that his own tiny apartment could barely house him, let alone the two boys he'd grown to love.

Life carried on like normal for a little over a year; his boy had an apartment and was free of his parents, he had finished building his motorcycle from scratch and it ran beautifully, and Phil's Garage was still a staple in the Edenridge community.

He should have known it wouldn't last.

He heard the news from the TV in the corner of the garage first. A few hours of wracked nerves later, they released the names of the Victims. That was when he felt the first twinge in his heart; Danny was gone. Mo-Bo was nowhere to be found. Less than a day later, the boy was at the Garage, crying into Phil's dirty coveralls as he explained that he'd just buried his little brother and he just had to get out. That was the night that Phil watched his son in all but blood drive off as his other was already six feet under. That was the night that a young Lanie Lancester turned away from him in tears as he told her Mo-Bo had left an hour before her arrival.

Another twinge of his heart caused him worry, but he figure it was the emotional pain of loss; until that twinge turned into pain and his breathing became labored. The trip to the hospital after his heart attack a few hours later had the 43 year old taking it easy for a few weeks before he was back to work. But he knew his limits, and let one of his buddies and mechanics, Eddy Garnere, take over most of the heavy lifting for him while he focused more on the paperwork.

Ten years later, and the 53 year old just couldn't handle the next heart attack when it came. After his funeral, his lawyer pulled out his will and made a call. That was the night that a grief stricken Decky hopped on his motorcycle and headed back to Edenridge. It took two days to get back; just in time for the Ten Year Anniversary of the death of someone else he loved.

Eddy Garnere

Eddy Garnere's backstory was never much touched on in the initial run of Edenridge. Through the Main Characters' adventures, the audience know that he's a long time auto shop teacher as well as one of the first people Phil ever hired at his garage. He's a long time smoker with the rattling voice to prove it, and he's married to Shelly-Anne who works at the diner. Both husband and wife find it hilarious to used other people's name tags and coveralls, resulting in customer confusion if they've never met them; a rare occurrence, given the tight knit community and the fact that Edenridge isn't much of a tourist spot.

Born and bred in Edenridge, Eddy is one of the Staples of the community, and the passing of Phil Bristol has added more lines to the man's already crinkled and dirty face. He's here to stay though; someone has to keep that damn kid Mordechai from running the Garage into financial ruin.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Phil Bristol

Pre-show/Flashbacks

Born in New York, Phil grew up in an upper-middle class neighborhood. Both his parent had nice jobs and he went to a private school. His parents always hoped he'd get the best education and be able to surpass them and live even more well-off than they themselves were. Phil, however, was never as attracted to common education as he was to cars and other contraptions. He didn't love science so much as he did inventing, or math so much as how much was necessary when making blueprints and the like. So he studied engineering and mechanics in his free time, even finding himself stopping by auto shops every now and then to ask the mechanics questions. They had no problem with a cute kid, all bright eyed and excited to learn their craft, hanging around as long as he followed safety protocols.

He found himself off the beaten path when he was 14 and his dad's car broke down. Without so much as a word to his father, Phil had the problem fixed before his old man even got off the phone with the mechanic. After the shock wore off, his parents spoke with him, and after a quick trip to the shop that they didn't even know he'd been going, they got praises from the workers and recommendations for different schools that would better cater to his interests. They'd made up their minds.

From then on, Phil went to a trade school for inventing, electrical engineering, and mechanics. He graduated with perfect grades and his parents' blessing to open his own shop as soon as possible. He never did finish a common high school education, and sometimes found himself lacking in places. Surprisingly, it never bothered him much.

It didn't happen at first; Phil picked up a job down in Boston and from age 19 to 22 he worked happily there. Once he felt comfortable and experienced enough, he opened his own shop near a scrap yard in Edenridge, South Boston and set to work.

He was 38 when a young boy with a bruised face got caught pulling scraps of motorcycle parts. After a quick talk with the scrapyard owner, he grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck- noticing the flinch and filing it for later- and set him down at a station, telling him to get to work. The shocked boy went at it with his borrowed tools until closing.

"Jesus kid, you just did the work of three grown-ass men! How old are you?"

"12, and my name ain't 'Kid'," He'd grumbled back.

"Well, maybe if you'd tell me your name," Phil replied with a roll of his eyes, not letting it show how shocked he was at the boy's adeptness.

"...Mordechai Boaz. My brother calls me Decky."

"Well, Imma call you Mo-Bo, how 'bout that?"

"What?! No don't call me th-"

"Alright Mo-Bo, let's get you home!"

The boy had looked less than thrilled, but admitted that he needed to make his brother a late dinner. Phil didn't comment on that either.

Phil had left the boy with a parting comment about an open door policy, but never expected to see him again. Especially not the next day. But the kid kept coming back, working on his little motorcycle project and even helping the other mechanics. And if the boy was doing the work, Phil was damn well going to pay him for it; under the table until he could be legally hired, of course.

He always brought his brother with him after that, and the boy just stayed quiet and out of the way, acting like he was an intruder and inconvenience. That's when Phil started keeping candy and around the garage and ice cream in the mini-freezer. Danny began talking and showing his real personality after that.

Start of Show

When Mo-Bo started Freshman year, he was still at the garage all the time, and Phil made him get a work permit from the school under the pretenses of an internship. Given how popular and cemented Phil's Garage had become in Edenridge, the school didn't put up much of a fight about it. Despite not being too fond of the boy skipping school, Phil didn't mind having him away from those parents as much as possible. Danny actually seemed to enjoy school, and had stopped showing up as much once he hit middle school.

He began bringing a young lady around sometime during his sophomore year. She'd just sit on Mo-Bo's stool, sucking on a lollipop and letting her hands linger as he worked. Phil didn't even pretend not to notice the track marks on their arms or their red eyes, but they didn't seem to care about showing them. He confronted them a few times, but that just led to Mo-Bo not coming around for a few days, and Phil decided he'd rather the boy be high and around, than high and dead in a ditch. He stopped asking.

After Mo-Bo found out about his little girlfriend's eating disorder, things began slowly changing; Mo-Bo stopped showing up as much at the shop, and started going to school. He was at the shop almost every night after school instead of out partying, and the track marks faded as he began filling out into the man Phil new he could be. The man had been jealous that the boys began to get a new father figure in the form of Antoine Beauregard, but Phil new a good man when he saw one, and also knew that his own tiny apartment could barely house him, let alone the two boys he'd grown to love.

Life carried on like normal for a little over a year; his boy had an apartment and was free of his parents, he had finished building his motorcycle from scratch and it ran beautifully, and Phil's Garage was still a staple in the Edenridge community.

He should have known it wouldn't last.

He heard the news from the TV in the corner of the garage first. A few hours of wracked nerves later, they released the names of the Victims. That was when he felt the first twinge in his heart; Danny was gone. Mo-Bo was nowhere to be found. Less than a day later, the boy was at the Garage, crying into Phil's dirty coveralls as he explained that he'd just buried his little brother and he just had to get out. That was the night that Phil watched his son in all but blood drive off as his other was already six feet under. That was the night that a young Lanie Lancester turned away from him in tears as he told her Mo-Bo had left an hour before her arrival.

Another twinge of his heart caused him worry, but he figure it was the emotional pain of loss; until that twinge turned into pain and his breathing became labored. The trip to the hospital after his heart attack a few hours later had the 43 year old taking it easy for a few weeks before he was back to work. But he knew his limits, and let one of his buddies and mechanics, Eddy Garnere, take over most of the heavy lifting for him while he focused more on the paperwork.

Ten years later, and the 53 year old just couldn't handle the next heart attack when it came. After his funeral, his lawyer pulled out his will and made a call. That was the night that a grief stricken Decky hopped on his motorcycle and headed back to Edenridge. It took two days to get back; just in time for the Ten Year Anniversary of the death of someone else he loved.

Eddy Garnere

Eddy Garnere's backstory was never much touched on in the initial run of Edenridge. Through the Main Characters' adventures, the audience know that he's a long time auto shop teacher as well as one of the first people Phil ever hired at his garage. He's a long time smoker with the rattling voice to prove it, and he's married to Shelly-Anne who works at the diner. Both husband and wife find it hilarious to used other people's name tags and coveralls, resulting in customer confusion if they've never met them; a rare occurrence, given the tight knit community and the fact that Edenridge isn't much of a tourist spot.

Born and bred in Edenridge, Eddy is one of the Staples of the community, and the passing of Phil Bristol has added more lines to the man's already crinkled and dirty face. He's here to stay though; someone has to keep that damn kid Mordechai from running the Garage into financial ruin.

How are these?

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Hey, is BlightBug gone? I just realized they haven't posted much.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Kehah couldn't stop the small growl of discontent as the Dark Elves disrespected the beings that saved her life. They were stupid for staying around and watching over her people?

She supposes she should be thankful for Geoffrey's call to her, for had he not, she can't be sure that she'd have held her tongue around the two. What she is not thankful for, however, is that Geoffrey was on top of the table pinning down the fatman. She felt her pulse quicken as the Lord Grimm stood and acquired his axe from a servant.

She stood quickly, her chair making a sharp noise as it scuffed backwards with the force. She didn't know how this man would react to disobedience to his rules, but that axe didn't look promising.

"Geoffr-" Her warning cut off as a loud CRACK echoed through the room, and all the people that were on the table tumbled through the newly made split and onto the floor. She stared at the space where the Lieutenant was once sprawled, body static as the scene turned into a tableau during the Lord Grimm's admonishment.

Exhaling a sharp breath, Kehah pulled her seat back in and sat back down with a grimace. It seems that Maar'von's kin was going to be more difficult to keep alive than she initially thought. She turned back to Lady Grimm with an air of apology about her.

"I'd like to apologize to you on behalf of my...comrades, Lady Grimm," Kehah spoke through gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, fiddling with the knife she'd unconsciously gripped in her abrupt standing. "If I may inquire...are we allowed to send and receive letters whilst here?"