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Event - Appalachia: Into the Pines


Appalachia: Into the Pines

Footage plays on the television as a new story comes on, showing a series of sweeping vistas, intercut with clips of wolves that have clearly been filmed at some local wildlife sanctuary. "As far as anyone knows it, the last wolf to ever freely roam the Allegheny Mountains was slain in West Virginia in 1897. Daniel Stoffer Hamrick saw to the beast's passing, and the woods in our part of the world have gone quieter ever since. Appalachia does not forget its history, though. It buries it beneath coal and flyash, debts and white powder and pills. And the blood of people taken before their time, by the mines, by the mountain, by things we don't have names for, just hurt. But Appalachia does not forget.

"This is Cindy Parsons with Channel 5, Wolf News." Footage cuts to a newscaster standing outside a gated apartment complex with FYRE's logo emblazoned on it. "As we know, our beloved Wolf Pen is home to one of the biggest FYRE worker housing complexes in Wyoming County. It is a monument to the history of our town, and this week, we'll be on the lookout for visitors from all over the country, coming to see the grand re-opening of the historic Bluestone Mine as a museum."

Footage cuts to a nondescript businessman, identified by the news footage as Carl Watts, CEO of FYRE. He's smiling blandly as he stands at a podium and gestures to the entrance of the mining tunnel behind him. "The Wolf Pen community has been a partner to us for decades now, and we knew it was finally time to give something back to all y’all. We'll have our soft opening on Monday with a full Rumble Down Under party in the old mines scheduled for June 15th. We'll have a live bluegrass concert and anticipate a huge influx of tourists to the area to help out our neighbors itching for a few more pocketbooks to tend to." A wink.

The footage returns to Cindy. "FYRE has stated that this new museum will provide an educational tool and tourist attraction for those wanting to learn about West Virginia, Wolf Pen, and the hard-working men and women who have made this beautiful part of our nation their home. Time will tell. Time is always telling when it comes to the promises of people who have used our land and our bodies to line their pocketbooks. They fill our blood and our lungs with black tar and-"

Cindy cuts out and is replaced by in-studio anchors. "Thank you, Cindy!" a blonde woman says, smile just a little strained. "I think we're all looking forward to seeing the big opening by FYRE on Sunday and that rocking good party next month. It should be a gneiss one! Now to Tim with the weather. Tim?"


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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-07-28 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't reach out to him, though her hand lifts briefly from the bartop before she checks herself, checks that instinct.

"Winter," she says softly. "What is it?"
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-07-28 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry. Sorry. Piece of a memory," he says, shifting his palms against his eyes instead of covering his whole face. "Not. Not sure what it was. But it hurt."

It felt like it was stabbing his brain, is what it felt like. It still feels like that.

And just like that, the sound of the music, the people around him, all of it is suddenly too much. He pushes back from the bar, leaving his drink behind.
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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-07-29 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
There's no hesitation - he pushes away from the bar, and she follows after him, slapping down a bill that's much larger than would be needed to cover their tab.

That doesn't matter. The drinks don't matter. What scant few whispers of new gossip she might glean if she stays don't matter. Winter matters, and his distress, and the chance - however slim - that something in this town might seek to exploit either.
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-07-29 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't quite barrel out of the club, but he definitely eels out through the crowd at the fastest speed he can manage without making a scene. And he goes for the nearest exit, which is out onto the street in front rather than somewhere secluded like the alley. (Probably for the best; there might be people back there already looking for privacy.)

One out in the open, he gulps cooler air, trying to get his heart slowed back down again, trying to convince his head that it's a memory, it shouldn't be giving him a headache like that. He grinds his palms into his eyes again.
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[personal profile] musicdied 2022-08-01 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yelena's agile enough to dodge through the gaps after him without having to apply a judicious elbow to anyone's ribs, which spares her being delayed by a bar fight - something that would not end well for anyone, when both bones and cover stories are weighed in the balance.

"Here," she says. "Come with me. Someplace quiet."

The street...isn't. It's not a city in full swing, but there are enough people in varying stages of intoxication, voices raised in conversation and catcalls and arguments that teeter on the edge of boiling over.
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-08-02 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, and falls in behind her when she leads. Memory. It's memory. It's not happening now. It's not now, stop pounding, you stupid head--

"There was a word," he mutters, just loud enough for her to hear, since he's hovering right at her heels. "Over and over. And a light. It. It hurt?"
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