Helpful || Shawn and Wendy

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Earlier that day Shawn had oh so cleverly suggested to help Wendy settle into her new home, just like Autumn had advised him to. Little did Autumn know he was talking about Wendy, her roommate. Shawn took the stairs, two steps at a time, until he reached the correct floor. He didn’t like elevators. It was a pain in the ass when they got stuck. Being Shawn, it was impossible for him to stay in one spot, a confined spot to be more specific, for too long. Let’s just say he had climbed through more than enough elevator shafts in his lifetime. He added a little hop to his step as he walked towards Autumn/Wendy’s apartment. It was a kill two birds with one stone kind of thing. Not only did he get to work on his relationship with Wendy but he also got to know Autumn in his favorite way; without talking to her. A quick look around her apartment should tell him all he needed to know. He made a mental note to take a look at her bookshelf first. It was said that you could learn a lot about someone from their bookshelf.

Shawn stopped in front of their apartment and raised his fist. He knocked a little rhythm out on the door and wondered whose face he would see when it opened. 

Wendy had been so grateful that Autumn had asked her to move in with her. The motel Wendy had been staying in was fine for the first few days, but after spending a little over a week there, she realized just how dreadful sitting in a cramped space was. But Wendy was even more grateful that Shawn had offered to help her unpack. Autumn had already done so much by allowing Wendy to move in, so she didn’t want to ask for anything more – but unpacking her boxes, even if she only had a few, was going to be difficult for Wendy, considering she had never liked settling down in one place for too long. After she had moved the small boxes into her new room, she began slowly and neatly ripping the masking tape off of the cardboard until a rhythmic knock sounded from outside the door. Knowing it was Shawn, Wendy faintly smiled to herself as she rose from her knees and began walking towards the wooden door.

“Hey there, stranger!” greeted Wendy as she moved out of the doorway so he could walk in. “It’s nice isn’t it – this apartment? I’m so glad that Autumn offered me to move it.” She felt as if Shawn didn’t neccesarily want to hear the whole story, her words slightly trailed on after a moment. “But anyways, do you want to unload the boxes or just help me organize all of the stuff?”

Flatmates | Wendy & Autumn

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Autumn was friendly, to an excess really. She never had problems making friends and was fairly outgoing in every situation she found herself in. While she never had a problem making friends, it seemed as though Autumn couldn’t keep girl friends around for very long. Living in Eastwick her whole life, there still wasn’t one girl Autumn could point out as a close friend. That didn’t stop her from being a shoulder to cry on or just a friendly face to talk to. When Autumn heard about Wendy’s living arrangement she took it upon herself, as usual, to comfort her. This wasn’t just helping someone out though, Autumn had her own motives. Living together would mean the two would surely become instant friends, Wendy was already a nice enough person.

As promised, Autumn cleared out the spare room that contained everything from old textbooks to videogames from her childhood. When Autumn moved out of the family home she didn’t even hesitate on bring her toys and things of that nature. She was a child at heart after all and loved having her belongings close to her. A second promise made, Autumn began the cupcakes. It wasn’t unusual for people to stop by after smelling them throughout the halls. She had just pulled them from the oven to cool on the stove when the buzzer by the door went off. “Hello?” she pressed the button. “Wendy! Come on up!” Autumn’s giddiness was apparent and she pressed the second button opening the downstairs door. She opened her own door and waited for her new roommate.

Quickly jogging up the gradual steps that lead up to Autumn’s, and now her, apartment she found herself just walking through the door and into the smell of the delicious cupcakes. She usually noticed that she often times just knocked before coming into a house, but Wendy now felt as if she actually lived there too – which she technically did. “Hey!” she called out to Autumn, “I just have a few items in my car, so it won’t take me long to bring them up. But I’ll do that in a few.” As Wendy’s eyes wandered around the apartment, she took it all in. She wasn’t used to settling down in one place for too long, so this feeling of starting over in a new place with a new person made her feel slightly anxious.

Trotting over to the kitchen, she peered over at the oven and saw the cooling cupcakes. “They smell delicious!” Wendy was delighted that Autumn had actually made the cupcakes like she had said she would. Tasty, and sugary, foods had always been Wendy’s thing so the cupcakes were like bacon hanging in front of a dogs face to her.

(Source: wendy-morrison)

Flatmates | Wendy & Autumn

After spending almost a week in the very cheap, and only, motel in Eastwick, Wendy was delighted when Autumn said she could stay with her. She didn’t neccesarily know Autumn that well, but the sound of always having cupcakes and someone so cheerful always so close to her made her feel very welcomed. So Wendy began quickly packing up the very few bags she had with her and loaded them into her small car one by one. Considering she was always in the road, Wendy never had much except some clothing, make-up, and a few other items that she rarely found herself using. After she loaded everything into her car, she pushed down the trunk lid. Walking over to the driver’s seat door, she swiftly opened it and slid in. Typing the address Autumn had given to her into her GPS, Wendy was off.

After taking all of the back roads that the clueless GPS had told her to go through, she found herself parking outside of a nice apartment building. Wanting to make sure she had the right building, Wendy left all of her bags in her car and began walking up a few stairs that led to the building’s buzzer. As she got there, she searched for names under each little button until she came across the one that said ‘Autumn Volcain’. Wendy wasn’t sure of Autumn’s last name, but that was the place she was supposed to be and the only Autumn name on there, so she figured it was her. Pressing the button, a faint little buzz sounded before the voice of a girl. “Hey, it’s Wendy!” she replied.

It’s a Date || Shawn and Wendy

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“Again, it’s no problem,” he said as they walked side by side towards the entrance to the bar, giving her a not-so-light pat on the back. “Us newcomers have to stick together.?” He held open a door for her before following Wendy in. The bar was fairly crowded with many of Eastwick’s residents. There were a few familiar faces, but other than that he didn’t have a clue as to who the rest of the patrons were. A few heads turned to look at the new arrivals, interested for only a few seconds before going back to their conversations. Shawn tossed a few people a smile anyway before turning his attention to the waiter who was approaching them. 

He slid into the booth, folding his arms on the table. “It’s supposed to be a party. You call this a party? No one is wasted yet. It’s not a party until drunk people start doing stupid things.” He took in his surroundings, examining the different people hanging around the bar. Any one of them could be a serial killer, or a murderer, or a con artist. His mind went through all of the possibilities. Shawn had a habit of doing that, picking out potential suspects from a group of random people he had never spoken to. This is why he always jumped to conclusions and did something stupidly impulsive. Most of the times he was right, whether it be out of luck or because of his good analyzing skills, but when he was wrong things got ugly fast. “So what do you do for a living, Wendy?” He decided to ask, seeing as he knew very little about her. 

“I don’t really have a job at the moment,” Wendy confessed. “I basically have a bank account that my parents willingly just toss their money in to and every so often I work some odd job. I don’t really need one, though. I’m always just travelling from one place to the next, so I suppose it’d be slightly hard for me to keep one.” She had never been the one for having a career. Her last full on job was as a waitress when she was a teenager. “But, I think that I’ll be staying in Eastwick a little longer than I thought, so it might be good to actually go get a job and move out of that crappy little motel.” She laughed for a moment. The little town of Eastwick had grown on her, and really, she hadn’t expected to stay longer than a week. But for some reason, she was actually beginning to like the idea of stopping and settling in one place.

“But, enough about me. Tell me about yourself, Mr. Detective,” Wendy insisted. All she really knew about Shawn was that he was his name, that he was a detective, and that he was from New York. She had always been one for details, so listening about other people’s lives and lifestyles always fully interested her. 

It’s a Date || Shawn and Wendy

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Shawn smiled at the compliment. “Thanks. You look fantastic,” he said in reply, eyeing her dress as Wendy stepped out of the room. She started walking before he could say anything else. He lingered for a moment as he stared before jogging after her. Shawn followed her out into the parking lot where she pointed out his car. ” Yeah, that’s mine. It’s nothing amazing, but a car’s a car, right? Don’t worry, it won’t break down or fall apart or anything. I got here just fine.” He beat her to the car before she could reach it and opened the passenger seat door, ignoring the drawn out squeak it emitted. Offering her a small smile, he gestured for her to get in. If there was one thing good about Shawn, it was that he was raised as a gentleman and he was…sometimes. Once she was inside he jogged around and slipped in behind the wheel. “Hold on to your seat,” he told her as he pulled out. “I drive like a New Yorker.” 

His ability to speed without getting caught got them to their venue in less than fifteen minutes. It would have taken him less time if Wendy didn’t confuse him with the directions. Apparently she couldn’t tell her rights from her left. Or he couldn’t tell. Either way it was confusing. After a fair amount of shouting and eye rolling they finally arrived at the packed pub in one piece.

“Ready to have some fun?”

Unbuckling the rather tight seatbelt, Wendy nodded towards Shawn. She hadn’t been out much since she had arrived in Eastwick, so she was indeed ready to get out and have some fun. Pushing open the slightly squeaky passenger side door, she stepped out of the car and quickly pushed the door closed. As Shawn got out of the car, she walked over towards him and gave him a warm smile. “Thank you again for coming with me,” she said as she began walking with him towards the entrance of the Steelhouse. “I would’ve felt like a complete idiot just being here all by myself, y’know?” Wendy quietly laughed. Soon they reached the doors. Pushing them open, faint sounds of music poured out and the smell of beer surrounded them. Random people she hadn’t ever met or talked to once before were chatting in little groups or just sitting with another person discussing the latest gossip or what was happening in their lives. “Well, I guess this is it.”

Wendy had never been the best at just walking into new places and acting like she fit in perfectly. It took her a while to get used to places, whereas on the other hand it seemed as if Shawn felt right at home at any place he was at. After a few moments of just standing by the door, a waiter finally came up and escorted them both to a booth next to the bar. “So, this is nice. I wasn’t expecting it to be this busy,” Wendy said over the music in an attempt to start a conversation.

It’s a Date || Shawn and Wendy

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Shawn glanced at the clock ticking on the wall and jumped to his feet, realizing he was once again going to be late meeting Wendy. They had agreed to go together to the party at the Steelhouse. Where ever that was. Hopefully Wendy knew. Shawn made a beeline for the door before stopping in his tracks. What was he going to wear? He glanced down at the navy blue dress shirt he picked at random that morning, his faded jeans, and the worn out pair of converse he donned on a daily basis. It should be good enough. With that he made his way down four floors and out to where his car was parked. Shawn gave the hood an affectionate pat before pulling open the door to the drivers seat, cringing at the loud creak it made. He made a mental note to oil that. He started up the engine, choosing to ignore the weird humming sound and stepped on the accelerator. It was probably nothing too serious. The car wasn’t that old but it had went through some rough periods which made it seem ten years older. Shawn got it after receiving his licence which was back in high school making the car about eight years old, give or take. Driving in New York wasn’t a peach either. All of the dents and scrapes in the black paint were battle wounds from the days of weaving in and out of traffic and dealing with horrible drivers.

It wasn’t long until he was pulling up in front of the shabby little motel Wendy was staying at. Shawn kicked open the door which had managed to get stuck and slammed it shut when it wouldn’t stay closed. He glanced at the palm of his hand where he scribbled down Wendy’s room number and after a few minutes of aimless wandering he eventually found it. Shawn paused, fist hovering in front of the door. What was he going to say? Something casual or something clever? Casual…or clever? He decided that it should be safe if he did a little bit of both. He rapped his knuckles against the door until opened.

“Hi.”

After what had gone down at Wendy and Shawn’s last little get together, she was just hoping that tonight would turn out better. After running around the motel room looking for something nice to wear out of the very few bags she had with her, she finally found a decent looking dress that she had only bothered to wear once or twice before. She didn’t think it was going to be a very formal party, but she felt as if she should at least look good. After she was finished getting ready, Wendy sat down on the little uncomfortable bed that was positioned in the middle of the room. Wasn’t Shawn supposed to be there by now? Shrugging to herself, Wendy switched on the television and began flipping through channels. She usually wasn’t one for motel T.V.’s, mainly because of their quality, but it seemed as if it were the only thing to do as the time slowly passed. Soon half a show had gone by, and there was a faint knock at the door. Jumping up off the bed, she pulled on her shoes and opened up the door. “Hi,” Shawn said to her as soon as the door had been open even the slightest bit. “Hey. You look nice,” she said in return with a small grin.

Stepping out of the entry, Wendy slowly closed the door behind her and then stood looking up at Shawn. “You look nice,” she commented before she began to search the parking lot for his car. Noticing one with its lights on, Wendy began walking towards it hoping that Shawn would catch. “This is your car, right?” She asked hesitantly before she got even closer to it. She felt as if Shawn thought she was in a hurry, but really, she just was eager to explore this bar place they were off to.

An Exhilarating Stroll | Wendy & Shawn

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He jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the mystery man. “That is most definitely not a normal murder.” Shawn rolled his eyes at her. “Yeah, and maybe he’s really a nice guy that sells t-shirts to tourists for a living.” There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the mystery man was some sort of cannibalistic psychopath. There was always a first for everything. 

He contemplated confronting the mystery man, but decided against it. Going up to a killer was one thing, but going up to a killer in the middle of committing a crime unarmed was another. Shawn wasn’t that stupid. “No way. Not without backup and no offense honey, but I don’t think you can cover me.” He patted her on the head sympathetically. Shawn could see the genuine fear in her eyes and he let out a disappointed sigh. “Alright, we can go. But I think I can get a decent shot of him from here for the cops.” Withdrawing his phone from his pocket, he lay down on the ground so most of him was out of sight and took a few burst shots. When he looked up from his phone he was met by the dark eyes of the mystery man. Shawn scrambled to his feet, grabbing Wendy’s hand as he did so. “Time to go!” That being said he took off running, dragging Wendy along behind him.

At one moment Wendy was watching Shawn take the pictures and in the next she was being pulled away. “Did he see you?” She managed to say between breaths as she trudged after him. She knew that if whatever that thing was had seen Shawn, then that wouldn’t be good for them. So she tried her best to maintain her steady running pace – Wendy didn’t particularly want to become the next victim or meal. As her whole adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off, she had a strange thought come to mind. “Hey,” she muttered, “I know I was the skeptic at first, so I mean there’s no reason you have to listen to me as I say this ridiculous thing, but maybe it’s not a cannibal? Maybe it’s a vampire.” As the words came flowing out of her mouth like water coming out of a faucet, she realized just how stupid her theory sounded.

A few moments later, Wendy found herself lacking all of the adrenaline she had had before. They had successfully made it back to the middle of towns square, and it was dark and she was tired. For all she knew, that thing hadn’t even been chasing them. Trying to get her mind off of what she had said about vampires, she walked over to the side of a building and rested her back against it. The cold stone cooled her down and helped her regain her breath from running down that long strip of rode. “Y’know, just forget my theory about vampires. That just sounds crazy,” she called. Pushing her hair back with her hands, she began walking towards Shawn. “Besides, if that person or thing or whatever that was was going to come after us, it would’ve. And look around, it’s nowhere to be seen.”

(Source: wendy-morrison)

An Exhilarating Stroll | Wendy & Shawn

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“A serial killer!” He was practically bouncing on the spot. What were the odds they would stumble across a murder right after the discussion they had? He tailed after Wendy as she increased her pace, falling a few steps behind her. A bit further down the street was a tall figure looming over an unmoving body splayed out on the ground. Judging from their build, the figure standing was either a man or a very masculine woman. 

“What’s that?“ “Not a raccoon,” he whispered in response, eyeing the figure with great interest. Then he realized they were standing out in the open like sitting ducks. That was no good. Shawn grabbed Wendy’s wrist and dragged her behind a parked vehicle, hopefully not the figure’s. “I told you!” he said, his voice low but the excitement still evident. “This town isn’t as quiet and cute as you think.” Shawn peered around the edge of the car to get a good look at the figure. From the angle he was at he couldn’t get a good look at the mysterious man’s face, but he did notice the man wasn’t holding a weapon of any sort. Then Shawn noticed the blood around mystery man’s lips and he drew his head back almost instantly, eyes wide. “Cannibalism. This town has a cannibal.”

Wendy hid behind Shawn as he peered around the car. Peeking her head over his shoulder, she gave him a weird look when he mentioned cannibalism. “Couldn’t it be something else? Like just a normal murderer or something?” She was far from believing that something so simple, like taking an evening stroll, could turn in ‘The Hills Have Eyes’.  “Maybe that’s just, erm, red paint on his face and the thing below him is just some trash?” Shrugging, Wendy bit her lip anxiously. She had never thought that she would come this close to a killer before. It was neccesarily on her bucket list.

She had used up all of her bravery for one night. She was going nowhere near that thing. “Since you were so eager to go catch your serial killer, why don’t you go talk to it?” She gave him a slight push just to actually see if he’d do it and be the brave one for the rest of the evening. In her mind she hoped that he wouldn’t, though. If he ended up getting murdered too, then there was absolutely no chance that she would survive the rest of the night without being slaughtered. “Or maybe we can turn back now and forget about this? I mean, you’ve obviously proven your point so there’s no need to stay here and wait, right?”

(Source: wendy-morrison)

An Exhilarating Stroll | Wendy & Shawn

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“A bunch of times…Well not directly,” he admitted with a slightly sheepish expression.”But I almost did once. It was back when I was a proper cop, not a shifty P.I. I was this close,” he pinched his fingers in the air to demonstrate. “To cuffing him. I may or may not have said something about his mother and pissed him off. Let’s just say a lot of things went down and I ended up being tied to a ceiling rafter, but we got him. Eventually….” he trailed off, looking down at the ground as he thought about his last case. Sure, he made a few mistakes, okay, several mistakes in the duration of time he was a NYPD cop, but they did catch the killer in the end of each case thanks to his brilliant mind. Although it seemed they could make do without his ‘brilliant mind’ considering Shawn was now here in little Eastwick instead of the big city. He perked up again at her second question. “Yeah, I shot someone before. My partner,” he held up his hands to stop her from saying anything. “In the leg. He was fine. It was an honest mistake. I was under a car waiting for the suspect to come along and he so happened to stomp in front of me. A leg looks like a leg.” Shawn shrugged and ended the story there. 

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, ignoring Wendy as she crashed into him. He held up a finger to interrupt her protest and shushed her. “Listen!” Either he was starting to imagine things or there was someone else wide awake in Eastwick. It was faint, but it was there. The sound of metal garbage bins hitting the ground and thuds. A fight? A fight with a serial killer? Shawn almost punched the air with glee. He pivoted on his heel and started towards the source of the scuffle, walking with long, confident strides. 

Suddenly Shawn stopped in his tracks. Without noticing until it was too late, she crashed into him and was immediately told to shush. Quickly, Wendy shut her mouth so she wouldn’t yell out ouch! out of habit. Studying the stillness of the night, she tried to listen in on what Shawn had heard. After standing silently for a few seconds, she was finally able to make out the sounds of metal quietly clanging together. He couldn’t possibly be right about the serial killer, Wendy thought as her face drained of color. She could faintly see Shawn almost jumping with excitement through the darkness. “What do you think that is?” Trying to act brave, she didn’t wait for his answer, but instead took a few steps ahead of him and tried to peer at the area where the noise was sounding from.

 “I – I bet it’s just a raccoon or something. Don’t get too excited,” she said with a tone full of fake bravery. Continuing to walk further and further down the narrow strip of concrete, she stopped as the noise began to get louder. It seemed that with each step she took, the more her stomach arose to her mouth. After taking one more step, Wendy was able to make out a figure – it was not a raccoon like she had hoped. It seemed to be standing over something, but she wasn’t exactly sure because it was motionless. Turning around halfway, Wendy pulled at Shawn’s shirt for him to come closer. “What’s that?” She asked as quietly as she could so whatever that thing was wouldn’t notice them.

(Source: wendy-morrison)