rosaleen channing ↠ applyfic [ongoing]

↠twenty-five

Adrian Channing makes an entrance!!!

you're all going to see what i mean when i say he's... "interesting".

minor warning: he has the same mouth as his sister, so sorry for the swearing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

no super long notes today, let's just get right into it!

-𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓽𝔂

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Lance hesitated at the door. 

He took a step back, eyes scanning the house that was before him.

The Channing Household looked like your perfectly average suburban home. On the outside, that is. 

The outer walls were coated in a fresh layer of light blue paint, and the bushes in the front yard were neatly trimmed. The yellow roses that lined the path to the front door were blooming.

But it was all a facade.

Lance wasn't sure that anyone else knew that, though. He quickly brushed away that thought.

Would Adrian even answer?

Lance knocked on the door. 

It was quiet for a moment

"I already told you damn police I'm not gonna tell you anything--!" a voice growled angrily from inside the house.

A voice that Lance recognized. A voice that was definitely not Adrian Channing.

Oh no--

The door swung open.

"Mrs. Channing...!" Lance tried to hide his surprise, and he could feel everyone else glaring daggers into him. He had told them all that Rosaleen's parents wouldn't be home, but standing before him was Rosaleen's mother.

The woman was in her early fifties. Her hair was the same fiery red as her daughter's, but frizzled and grey at the roots and ends. Her green eyes were clouded, and she seemed unsteady on her feet. There was a half-empty glass bottle clutched in her fingers.

"I... I didn't expect to see you here," Lance said, not very smoothly.

"Well, Lance, any other day I'd be at work, but I'm on leave," Mrs. Channing grumbled, leaning against the wall. "--Something about 'emotional trauma'."

"That's--" Lance started, but Mrs. Channing cut him off.

"What... what are you all doing here?"

"We're--"

Lucia maneuvered her way to the front. "We're Rosaleen's friends. We just wanted to check in and see how her family was doing."

Mrs. Channing's eyes scanned the crowd skeptically.

"Rosaleen never talked about her friends..." She let out a snort. "She never talked about anything. Rarely saw her. Where's... what's-her-name--? Sarah?"

"Oh, Sam? She's--"

"--sick!" Evan chirped in. "I'm her brother, and she's at home. Her-- Her lung infection still hasn't really gone away, and she didn't feel well enough to come with us."

Mrs. Channing was quiet for a moment. Then, she pulled open the door and stepped out of the way.

"Come in."

The group stepped inside.

Lance had been inside Rosaleen's house many times, but he never really got used to it. He highly doubted he ever would.