Death of the Party ↠ Hemlock Grove ✓

01 ; o'malley oh my

"Wear something loose. It's going to be hot today," Constance called Eden galloped up the first flight of stairs. Grunting out that she had heard her mother's words, Eden shoved open her door with her shoulder.

Unlike the rest of their house that looked normal, Eden's room was her playground. The once plain white walls were covered in indie designed quilts, all spread out and nailed to the wall to make it seem like she was surrounded by artwork.

On her dresser, which was covered in peeling band stickers, was her record collection. All of the records were out of their casings, laying on top of each other in a heap on the dresser corner. Dead roses were also hanging down from Eden's wall, over the headboard of her bed. Which was covered in more indie designed quilts and a generous amount of pillows that were worn and slightly stained.

Like her bedroom, Eden's closet was the same. She grinned brightly, moving the beaded curtain that served as her closet's doors. She had enlisted the help of her mother and Fern a few months ago in order to unscrew the doors from the frame in order for her doors to be replaced by beaded curtains instead. She had found the normal white doors a stark contrast to the aesthetic she had wanted for her bedroom - a room that was all her own.

Grabbing a loose dark blue top, Eden placed it over the white -tank top she had worn to bed. Next, she grabbed a pair of overalls that had the ankles rolled up. The knees of the overalls were ripped and revealed the freckles covering her kneecaps but Eden only grinned to herself. Next, she grabbed her ankle boots from the shoe holder in the corner of her room. They were her favorite pair of shoes despite the fact that only stayed together, despite their years of use, with a bit of glue and Eden's will for them too.

Once she trotted back downstairs, she was greeted by Fern. Who was braiding only half of her orange hair and leaving the other side in loose, frizzy curls. Fern had always been weird when it came to her appearance, and Eden understood it was because of her terminal need to appeal to the reputation they held in Hemlock Grove.

Many thought Eden and her family were witches. When they'd first moved here, they were the talk of the town. The O'Malley's this and the O'Malley's that. Everyone wanted a peek at the new residents.

So, unlike Eden who tried to look semi-normal; Fern had decided that she was going to dress herself up as strange as possible. Despite Eden's complaining multiple times for her to stop, Constance would always tell Eden to let her older sister express herself.

Expressing one's self in the O'Malley family was a sacred rule that could never be broken.

Which was why Eden didn't give her sister's weird hairstyle any mind as she grabbed her backpack from by the door. Once Fern was done with her braid, she flattened the patch-covered jean dress she was wearing with her hands before grabbing her backpack as well.

"I thought I told you to dress loosely," Constance said, making her way down the stairs. She was eyeing Eden's long overalls with a bit of exasperation.

"I wanted to wear them today," Eden replied, before sticking out her hand towards her mother. "Can I borrow a clip today?"

Lifting her hands up to her head, Constance fished amongst her auburn waves of hair to retrieve a clip for her daughter to wear. Upon finding a silver clip, amongst the ten other's she had in her hair, she handed it over for Eden to put into her hair.

Grinning, Eden stood in front of the mirror and worked her frizzy orange hair into somewhat of a hairstyle. After giving up when two minutes gave her nothing to work with, Eden just slid the silver clip into her hair and left it there for a touch of color to her outfit.

"Finally," Fern said, opening the door to their house and moving down the steps of their porch with flip-flops clicking against her heels.

"I didn't take that long," Eden defended, moving down onto the sidewalk with Constance behind her. Fern rolled her eyes over her shoulder at Eden's response, shoving headphones into her ears and walking a bit faster to put some distance between Eden and herself.