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Addison Reid.36.wrecker's records

[addisonbynight]

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What is the biggest mistake they make in their relationships?

Not being honest….

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Would they ever enter/have they ever entered into a polyamorous relationship?

‘can’t say I have yet. You need to stick to one spot for true relationships to count. It’s hard enough to find one person who could keep me still AND put up with what follows–let alone two or three. ‘would take a small miracle.

[sabrinaxsinger]

“Typically, I don’t drink, but after all this craziness.” Sabrina nodded as she took a sip. “Seems like we could use it don’t you think? Want one?” 

[addisonbynight]

“In this case, I won’t pass up this offer.” As fate would have it, once Addison booked himself a quiet gig in a local pub the damn room was a ghost town. At least Sabrina had been there. He got the feeling that her many expressions were actually honest and therefore valuable while the performance went on. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a hobby, his voice and the guitar. He’d expressed his interest to build more of an ensemble with friends before. “My one tip of the night.” He chuckled, humbly.

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celeste-lesauvage:

At his question, she merely shrugged and extended her arm, palm facing upwards, towards the shop. “Be my guest. People are welcomed to come look at the art, it may inspire them to get a tattoo. Though, once you  get one, you kind of can’t stop.” It was true, at least, for her. Celeste scratched at the back of her head “Just, you know, don’t mess with anything.”

With the flash of her bare wrist, Addison admired the artwork scrawled upon it before leading his gaze to what was drawn across the wall and framed. He chuckled to himself. “I still haven’t bitten that bullet. Which of these studios is your own?”

[celeste-lesauvage-blog]

Muttering off in French, Celeste moved towards the front. “Did you need something?” The person had just cut her break short, real short, her food hadn’t even been placed in the microwave in the back yet. But unfortunately for her, Snow was indisposed and she was the only other one scheduled for the tattoo shop.

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“Ah, no no. I’m just stretching my legs.” Addison smiled, the white contrasted from his black beard. “Is it okay to look around or is the shop for paying clients only?” He pointed a finger here and there, the other hand left pocketed in his dark trousers leisurely. If not for his pale shirt the gargoyle probable wouldn’t have been easy to see given the evening hour.

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equivvalences:

     “uh, yeah, probably.” valence adjusts their grip in order to have a better handle on keeping the shelf ( and everything still balancing on it ) steady. “i’m pretty sure duct tape is only gonna do like, a sliver of the job, yeah?” their boss comes back and they keep the shelf steady even as it’s set back in place - better safe than sorry if the whole thing comes tumbling down again, right? a brow is cocked when addison speaks and valence groans.      “dude, please? please? new shelf please? what if i pay for it? could we get one if i pay for it? you could pay me back in like - job stability, or something.” it would also probably leave them broke, ‘cause it’s not like valence is swimming in money right now, but if they keep a job in a place with shelves that don’t fall over, they might get more money in the long run. money’s good. a real job that doesn’t involve breaking in and kind of beating people up is good.

Addison got the screw back in. Sort of. It was back to the former state, really, but he’d learned his lesson. Today. He wouldn’t tinker with it further. Valence’s aggressive begging made the gargoyle laugh despite itself. “If you put it that way, I really do feel like one big asshole. Fine. I promise, promise promise, I will look at some options.” Might as well do it right now while the idea was fresh in his mind and the floor was still dead, but Addison was curious about his employee. “What were you getting up to in the back there?”

He didn’t mean to come off suspicious. Really, if either of them should it would be Valence when Addison was alone, but accidents did tend to happen. Addison had their back in return though it may not come off that way in the heat of the moment.

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equivvalences:

     they’re literally on the other end of the shop when a crashing sound catches their ear. valence was just checking the stock - they a) like to keep up to date on what’s in the store, in case someone eventually come in to buy something, and b) are thinking about snagging a few new tunes for themself. head flashes up at the cacophony of sound and they peek out from around the shelf when nickname is called out by addison. dark eyes widen at the predicament he’s gotten himself in to and they edge closer.      “fuuuck, dude - how?” they’re shaking too-long sleeves of their denim jacket away from small hands as they come to help hold up the shelf, hopping over the front counter and crawling over rather than walking around it. fingers curl over the side and they brace it as best they can. “you wanna go grab a screwdriver and screw? pretty sure there’s some stashed in the back room, ‘cause i brought some in when that shelf over there collapsed, ‘cause seriously man, you should invest in some stronger shelving. i’m like, ninety percent sure i can hold it ‘till whenever.”

A long list of expletives were muttered under Reid’s breath between the time he called and the moment Valence arrived to assist. This was more trouble than it was worth, and it was his fault, he was perfectly aware. That didn’t spare him a pang of guilt as the clerk helped control the situation. Addison was just embarrassed. “I should have taken the shit off the shelf before messing with it-I know.” Soon, the teetering stopped. “The bracket is just off the mark by a hair.”

They barked orders--useful ones--and Addison didn’t ask questions. He lightly jogged off in search for the tools and spare screws. “It’d be better to duct tape the damn thing!” Reid replied with an absent mind as he dug into the tool collection. He pocketed a small handful of screws in case one escaped him during the process. Returned to their side, Addison hummed and got the freed edge back atop the black bracket and set to align the impossible opening. “If we sell one of our ebay listings before this week is up, I will strongly consider a half-assed scroll through amazon for a better shelf.” Guy was such a cheapskate.

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@equivvalences

It was mid-day and Wrecker’s Records was, for lack of a better word, dead. Between the outbreak and curfew, it seemed that fewer people saw reason or felt secure enough to shop, let alone hang out. Addison was a lonely statue by nature. He too faced personal weaknesses daily, hours that permitted him to explore the outside. Staying cooped up was starting to make the gargoyle a bit stir crazy. It was a miracle he’d managed to convince Valence to work at his side--and that his fellow clerk had also managed to avoid the illness.

Tinkering around as he tended to when particularly bored, the warped shelf that displayed new, iconic, or particularly flashy albums at the shops rear broke off. A crooked screw went flying and Addison didn’t have time to contain a sharp gasp as he caught the edge. Slap, slap, clatter, he took a few hits from the displayed items and shut both eyes once the crash finally came to an end. “God fucking damn it...” He whispered to himself and breathed a breath that wasn’t necessary for his species. “... Veeee?” The single letter was strung out longer than it should have been.

[addisonbynight]

Name: Addison Reid Actual Age: 57 Appearance Age: 36 Occupation: Clerk and owner of Wrecker’s Records Species: Gargoyle Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Height: 5′ 9″ Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Undecided. Doesn’t matter to him. Personality: colorful, independent, divergent, unstable

Supernatural Powers:

Stone mimicry - can change his flesh form or parts of it into pure stone

Enhanced durability - physically and also he has a strong immune system

Personal Abilities: Addison was built to be a guardian and warrior back in Guatemala. He learned how to fight through immediate spurts of combat so it’s not the most text book style, more gorilla and violent. Most will know him to be a lover of music and instruments. He’s made it a point to play most everything once and pick up the basics for keys, string, drums, brass, bass, wood, etc. His go to is guitar, keyboard, and drums as they are easy to keep around and soothing to most ears.

Weaknesses: Addison can be shattered in his pure stone state, but even if he is turned to rubble the bewitched consciousness is still there. He can be reshaped into his former self or a different face entirely.

Past: Built in Guatemala during it’s 1960′s civil war, the statue was created to protect a small village from enemy combatants. At first Addison’s form along with his siblings were merely symbols of protection, but they became quite literal after a witches spell was cast upon them. Their purpose was better fulfilled as they drove through rally’s. An unbreakable wall for the people who remained unscathed inside. The fighting came to an end, Addison sat for his artist one last time and appeared as a man. Fashioned after the sculptor’s son who had past during the fighting. He left the town and traveled when he could, by nightfall, and eventually made it out of Guatemala into new territories.

Present: Thirty years later, Addison has grown completely comfortable jumping back and forth into flesh and stone. The passion for music was always there. He often misses the songs that were sung casually or in his honor back home. It is his one method of keeping track of time long past while also connecting to each new person he meets. Addison hasn’t forgotten his warrior side and when he finds a situation to act he will jump in, whether in secret or to an eye witness.

Future? I’d like to get my baby boy bloody at some point, but for now I’m having fun playing him as just that mysterious music guy who has a crude tongue but golden heart. Maybe one day I’ll also damage his stone form up really bad. That could be fun and gut wrenching for characters who get close enough to learn his secret.

Do they have a big dark secret you’d be willing to share with us? Nothing that hasn’t been written above ^^^^

Hometown: Guatemala (i am too lazy to pick the specific town atm) Education level: N/A Parent(s): Sculptor Maynor De Leon Sibling(s): Five other Saintly bewitched statues

Moral Alignment: Chaotic good Main virtue/sin: Charity/Wrath

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alisavilkuna:

“Well our signature would be bloody mary,it goes with whole name and theme of the bar.”She said as she pushed away from the bar and began to make him a bloody mary. “Presentation is key. From time to time,why,do you like like performances with your drinks?”

“That it does. I like it.” Better than a drink composed of actual blood, which Addison mentally prepared himself for. This was good news. He watched the woman work--but not too closely for it to be uncomfortable. Skillful hands at work were just beautiful. “I actually like to be the performer. I wanna see what options are for a guitarist and singer around town. Otherwise, you can find me at Wrecker’s Records.” The business he ran.

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catalinaximenadeleon:

Catalina let out a breath of relief as the clerk held up her phone, the light blue in his hands being the best thing she had seen all day. “Thank you thank you thank you!” she breathed out as she held the phone in her hands. “Yes, yes it looks perfect. You’re a lifesaver, honestly. Sadly, I’m one of those people who would probably die without their phone.”

The comment jerked a laugh from the gargoyle and he had lean back against the front counter in amusement. “That’s a cause of death I’ve yet to hear about. What’s so important...? Gotta keep up with your Candy Crush high score?”

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coramathers:

Cora listened as the shopkeeper listed off the various artists, nodding her head to show that she was paying attention. Once he finished, the demon paused for a moment to make a decision. “I’m thinking Davis. I actually have Coltrane somewhere. One of the first in my small collection.”

“Sweet. C’mon, the sections right over here.” He showed her to the appropriate aisle and would leave her to pick out the album she would fancy.

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sabrinaxsinger:

Sabrina nodded her head with her bright blue eyes full of excitement. “Hell yeah! I totally feel that. You got to get outside the box.” She shook her head as she registered his talent. “No I mean I know how to play the uke a little but that is about it.” She admitted with a shrug. “Do you perform?” 

He smirked and said with honesty but a joking lilt, “I like the uke.” A frown soon followed, thoughtful, and Addison took a seat behind the counter. His small cubby hole. “Once I get more familiar with town I hope to. ... Nothing beyond garages and bars with friends. The store front.”

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alisavilkuna:

“Well it depends on how long it takes you to have your drink,what will you have?”She asked as she took the five dollar bill off of the counter. 

“Your signature.” That was his usual answer when trying a new bar. There was much to discover. Addison welcomed himself to the first stool he came upon and set both elbows down. “At this point I can’t say. That would depend on how you present the drink.” He smirked. “Do you have live performances in here over weekends?”

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phdramos:

Patrick tipped the man a faint smile as he followed, nearly bumping into him but catching himself just shy. “Oh, Ella Fitzgerald. I’m sure she’ll like that,” he said flatly, thumbing over the album’s reflective surface. While Lola’s gift was much easier to pick out - she’d kiss his forehead if he bought her a duplicate - Patrick was still stressing out over something for Alexander. “If it’s new, then I’ll take a chance and hope he hasn’t heard or bought it yet,” he said, biting his upper lip. Patrick was having doubts about all of this, but he had to abandon the idea that a gift could be perfect. “Is there a general preference between the two?”

“Do come back and tell me if she doesn’t. I’ll let you dig through my sample CD’s to show her till you find something that does suit her current tastes.” Addison replied, not the least bit phased by his own open offer. “There is a literal difference but preference would be wholly personal. I will say that if your friend doesn’t own a record player then all bets are off for that option.” What a bummer it would be to receive music without a means to listen to it immediately.

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aliciadelmar:

Alicia looked at the man as she moved to lean against a wall near by. She was winded already. She felt gross, that was the best word for it. Like her soul was sucked out and she was just a body, a vessel that was barely functioning. Some muffled point in her mind reminded her she needed to get it together. For Alma’s sake. She heard the words he spoke and she cleared her throat. 

“It’s just a flu or something, it will pass.” She assured him as she let her clammy hand touch the hot skin on her forehead. “Uh…I think I’m like three or four blocks away? I just need some aspirin or something.” 

“Can never be too careful, you know?” Addison asked while dropping his gaze. “With what’s being spread around.” He looked around then, “I don’t keep that sort of thing on me, but I could see about grabbing you a bottle at the corner shop. Tide you over.”

[cooperhoward]