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desireevalentine:

As usual, the Lestat was buzzing with activity. Despite having lost Willard almost a few months ago, the Lestat managed to still perform well under its interim owner. Desiree saw an opportunity in the lounge and figured that it would be a smart move to take the building off of the interim owner’s hands. It was too early to say whether or not the vampire had made the right choice, as she had only been the owner for a short week. But she saw promise in the already successful lounge. As the new owner, she strived to make the Lestat an even better place for the vampires to relax and unwind.

Desiree had been sitting at the bar, enjoying a sweet but expensive cocktail, as she watched over the Lestat. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves as the professional band played music onstage. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed as a stranger took a seat beside her. “So, what brings you here?” Desiree asked.

“Well, somebody in- well, not in my department but somebody I sort of work with- kinda- is having a birthday thing and I wanted to make an appearance- I don’t plan on staying long,” Aleks explained. He had to work in the morning, usually that was enough to convince him to stay at home but on this particular occasion, he’d decided to be somewhat social for the sake of a colleague's celebrations. “What about you? Anything special?”

#Desiree #c

huvall:

“What a fucking event, am I right? The newspapers are gonna have a damn field day, oh I can’t even wait. I mean, wow, it was the perfect recipe of dictator chaos and people squandering like little fucking ants too stupid to really do anything. That’s what this town needs on the regular, I reckon. I mean yes, hell, sign me up for a part two.”

“I mean, the last event resulted in multiple casualties and even a few fatalities so...I guess it’s an improvement...”

#Hugo #c

axgustvs:

“That’s not how social norms work,” Augustus repeated in a high pitched, mocking tone. “I need my sandwich and you’re mean, wah wah wah.” The man’s outrage was hilarious, and it only egged Augustus on. He hooked his foot under one of the table’s legs and pulled it closer to him, then sat in the seat across from Aleks. “It’s my table now. And you’re intruding my personal space. So go whine somewhere else before I get a headache.”

Aleks cringed as Augustus mocked him; not only was the tone of voice incredibly annoying but there was something disturbing about a grown man acting like a child, particularly in a public place. “I’m working, I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me,” Aleks insisted, scooting his chair toward the table once more where his notebook and his coffee still rested.

#Augustus #c

chriswood

#scrapbook

@lucillc-mycrs

The week was slowly crawling toward the weekend, the Ball, the big event of the season and truthfully, Aleks was feeling a little nervous about it. Something inside of him caused his stomach to twist into knots whenever somebody brought it up because he simply couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen there. In an effort to relax, Aleks had taken the opportunity to rent a cabin at the camping ground at a discounted price. He’d packed ample supplies (probably a little too much for the night) and a fishing kit he’d previously bought when he and his adoptive father had decided to test their angling skills near Telluride some years back and had committed to having a good time, whatever it took.

Early in the morning Aleks had packed himself a bag and had wandered the campgrounds, following sign after sign until he came to the shore of a body of water. With an eyebrow raised inquisitively, he looked around for somewhere to rent a boat, to no avail. He figured he’d misread the situation or had purely shown up at the wrong spot on the shore but if he had, he didn’t know which way to go from there to find himself a boat to take out onto the lake and he had a funny feeling that simply Googling it was not an option.

#lucille #c

axgustvs:

Ethae Cafe was busy, as always, with a line stretching nearly to the door. Augustus hated waiting for more than three minutes for anything, but he made an exception—sometimes—for here. Today, though, it was especially crowded, and by the time he made his order (carelessly flicking his credit card at the cashier, scanning the room, his attention elsewhere) there were no seats available. Drink in hand and scowl firm on his face, Augustus walked, regardless, to his favorite table. He placed his messenger bag on the surface and stared at the current occupant. “I’m sitting here,” he announced: there was no question, or even threat, in his voice, just a simple command. “Move.”

Aleks had decided to take his lunch break out of the labs while Evie was doing fieldwork, it was far more pleasant to have a hot coffee and a sandwich in a busy cafe than between the fluorescently lit walls of the police department’s basement. “Uh- excuse me?” Aleks had genuinely thought he’d misheard the man as he approached him or perhaps it was simply that Aleks couldn’t believe that somebody would have the audacity to speak like that to another person, let alone a total stranger. “What?” he scoffed at the male’s next demand “That’s not how social norms work. I’m waiting for a sandwich, I’m not moving- and you have no manners, I might have considered it if you’d said please. You can take a seat if you want but I’m not moving from my table” he looked at the messenger bag in front of him and wondered what planet this guy was from where it was okay to behave this way.

#Augustus #c

reyvvar:

“Hardly, I just follow a standardized student review template. Most of the time it’s just grading papers and hoping no one’s violating Internet policies on campus for me. My life’s a thrill, honestly.” He replied with a gentle shrug. “I wouldn’t know, honestly. I don’t think I’ve talked to a person under the age of eighteen in months. Kids are confusing.”

Aleks chuckled “I guess college has changed since I was there- then teachers had the added duty of humiliating students that hadn’t done enough reading, rolling their eyes at crappy presentations and of course, making sure to mention how annoying social media is at least two or three times a week,”

“People are confusing, I don’t think age makes much of a difference,” he corrected. “Are you going to the ball this weekend? I think I asked Evie on a date- or it might not be a date- I’m not entirely sure but I’m going.”

#Rey #c

little-blue-flame:

“I bet you’re not even a quarter bad.” Evie chimed back with a wink to him then put her attention into the oh so satisfying sound of leaves crunching beneath her boots. Fall wasn’t in full swing yet so it was only a sparse sheet of colors dotting the ground and she was taking extra time to lightly kick her feet through them. Being so absorbed in a work state of mind unless she was in her home, Evie hadn’t really taken the time to notice and enjoy the seasons changing this year. Didn’t matter if she’d seen it a couple hundred times already, it was simple and beautiful enough she’d try taking more time to enjoy it this year. At his suggestion Evie spun to Aleks, eyes lit up and eagerly nodding her head because she couldn’t even recall the last time she’d carved a pumpkin. Even longer that she’d had someone to do it with. “That’s a great idea. Just the other day online I saw a stencil for an anatomical heart. I’ll print it out at the lab when we get back.”

She turned back to her leaves, giving a shrug of her shoulders to his question. “Wasn’t planning on it. The only date I’d have is with our dirt, a pen and at least a dozen petri-dishes. I am after a down to earth kinda gal.” At her poor pun and wry smile she softly kicked a few golden leaves at his feet then looked up curiously. “Sounds like you’re planning to go though?” Evie hinted back, assuming with his own inquiry that he might consider going, or did he have a date to go with? She experienced a pinch of worry inside her stomach at the idea of Aleks going to such a large gathering, just a quick pain she passed over. It wasn’t rational to worry over things Aleks did but she couldn’t help it, she just tried to keep it subtle from him, most times.

“I’ll have to make dinner for you sometime- and you know, not the kind I bring in a box to heat up in the microwave and share. Like- a proper dinner, a nice one,” he suggested, he liked the thought of that. He almost always made too much food and without anybody to share with, it often became lunch for the next work day. The cool breeze carried the scent of apples, fallen leaves and even the clay beneath their feet and it was a pleasant reminder that there was more to life than the sterile walls of the labs. Aleks needed to remember the fact more often he deduced; this was nice.

“Oh” he said when she answered him, he was the slightest bit disappointed but not ready to give up yet, he had one more pitch and then he’d leave the matter alone for good. “Better than six feet under,” he said with a chuckle. He joked but she was right, Evie was the most down to earth person that Aleks knew, she made things so simple. “Oh I-” he shrugged “I was- maybe- i was thinking about it...thinking maybe we could go together,” his pitch was a little clumsy but the message was clear enough. He refused to pressure Evie or make her feel obligated in any way and so his eyes moved to the tops of the trees as they approached the orchard “Apples ripen from the outside of the tree inward, so we should pick some on the outside to eat in the next few days and then pick some closer to the trunk for later,” he added, offering his partner an out if she needed a change of subject from the ball.

#Evie #c

ophcliaisms:

At his question, Ophelia gave a delighted smile. No one really took the time to ask her, but to simply get their things and head on out ( or worse, scream at her about something ). She stopped for a moment, looking up and biting the inside of her cheek as she thought about it. “Wow, there’s so many…perhaps jasmine. It has this beautiful flowery scent without being overpowering.” Ophelia went back to finish wrapping, slipping it into a bag with a few seconds.

“I’d have to ask my boss, of course, Evanora approves anyone going further than the store itself. I think it’d be fine, though.” Ophelia shrugged, handing the bag over to him as she began to tally up his things. His stumbling proved to be quite adorable, despite his obvious reaction to it, “It’s not me really, it’s Evanora and all the people who’ve owned this place before her, honest.” She looked shyly towards the ground for a moment before back up at him through eyelashes, leaning in slightly, “You don’t have to be nervous around me. I’m not going to make fun of you or anything for not knowing about candle scents.” Ophelia laid a hand on the counter, as a way to ‘reach out’ to him.

Aleks nodded his head, he appreciated her effort to provide him with an answer, most people wouldn’t have bothered, they would have brushed the question off with a cliche. “I used to have jasmine growing on the side of a house I had in Baltimore, everybody said the soil was like clay and it was crazy that it was even growing at all, let alone creeping up the bricks but it was beautiful, I could smell it even with the windows shit,”

“Yeah, yeah, of course- wouldn’t want to get you into trouble,” he assured, the last thing he wanted to do was get her into trouble with her boss when she was doing him a favor. “How long has this place been around?” Aleks was curious now, it seemed like the venue had a history. As a relatively new resident in West Hollow, he wanted to know as much as he could about the town. He blushed, cheeks flushing a rosy red to match a selection of the candles nearby “Oh I-” he shook his head bashfully “It’s not you, I promise I just- I get a little flustered sometimes,” he confessed, it was sincere after all. “You’ve been nothing but wonderful, actually, thank you. I promise I’ll leave you guys a killer review on Facebook,” he added with a smile.

#Ophelia #c

little-blue-flame:

Watching Aleks carefully from an eye’s corner as steps kept her ahead by just a few, Evie smiled and slowly nodded to him. “Well I have no doubt you’ll pick up on it quickly. At least you’ll follow the recipe better than I did.” To a T was phrase she often thought of fondly with Aleks after working along side him for as long as she had now. She glanced at his face again to see it free of glasses as well, eyes sweeping over it before she looked away to chuckle at his disgust. It’d been a bad enough baking experience she hadn’t tried since, but dream work with teamwork sounded nice. A bit hooky of a catchphrase but she giggled from it.

Patiently listening through his reasoning, ones she most certainly agreed with, Evie thought for a moment while watching her feet trek on top the leaves. “Rather prefer the Fall. It’s cool without being too cold and there’s still some color left, a little life. In winter things are a bit too dead for me.” she said with a secret sort of smile to him, a joke not the slightest bit funny but could at least be shared wryly with her friend. “But the holidays were nice at home. And everything seems more festive the colder it gets I guess.” With the last words she tucked in the beige sweater closer to herself, normally temperatures didn’t bother her but ever since moving to this town there was a near constant chill up her spine. She stopped to admire the first tree that came in her sights a few yards ahead, baring a large canopy of colors mixing between greens and yellows and reds. Such a display had her sigh happily at the sight, turning around to Aleks in a thought that she’d just recalled. “Like this ball I’m hearing about. Can’t think of any town I’ve been to that actually still hosts them but the idea is a bit charming.”

Aleks chuckled, he liked to think that he could at the very least one-up Evie’s cilantro infused pie but who was to say. “I’ll give it my best shot, I’m not half bad in the kitchen” he confessed, he had been cooking for himself for a long time. Medical school had taught him the value of nutrition and he’d adhered to the lifestyle as best he could. His repertoire for recipes was varied, from curries to grills, soups and the best damn pierogis this side of West Hollow, Aleks was confident enough to boast about it, just a little bit on occasion.

With a smirk on his face, Aleks laughed with acknowledgment, it was nice to be around somebody who understood and could even joke about their work. It was a strange way to live, among the dead but with Evie sharing the experience, he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I like pumpkins,” he said “Not just the taste or pumpkin pie, just...I like seeing them around,” he explained, there was something charming about it, something he’d missed in his own childhood but could make up for in adulthood. “We should carve pumpkins for the lab, make it a little more...festive” he supposed it was spooky enough to pass for Halloween without Aleks and Evie changing a thing but they could afford to make it a little more fun, it wouldn’t be hard. “Are you going to go?” he asked curiously, he knew he’d be going, Mystery Inc. had plans but Aleks had just assumed he’d be going along or maybe tagging along with Jess on her date “Or with anyone?” he asked trying to be coy about it.

#Evie #c

newenglandhorrorshow:

Mairead looked up at the guy and sighed softly. On one hand he was cute, on the other he might have just cost her $90. Reaching into the bags, she gently pulled different bottles and set them onto the sidewalk. One of the bottles had a rather nice crack running up the side, yet had no rum spilling out of it. Setting that bottle down, Mairead chewed on the inside of her cheek as she checked the others. “Thankfully it’s only one that has a crack on it. I might still get another bottle cause I don’t think people want glass shards in their dark and stormy.” Her phone was slipped back into her pocket and the bottle was picked up. “This was like $90, but it’s whatever. I should have some stuff back in my apartment.” She looked up at him and shook her head with a laugh.

“No, studying up for work this week…..you okay dude? You seem a little, like worked up.”

“No, no, I insist. It was totally my fault- walk me back to the liquor store and I’ll buy you a fresh one, it’s the least I can do,” he insisted, it wasn’t right for him to walk away unscathed, leaving Maired with a cracked bottle to worry about- what if it split further on her way home and ruined the rest of the bottles too? It was something that Aleks would worry about if he didn’t rectify the situation then and there.

Aleks shook his head and then nodded his head once he realized that he hadn’t answered her question very clearly “I’m fine, honestly- I’m fine- just...let me replace that bottle for you, huh? You don’t deserve to be $90 out of pocket because I can’t watch my own feet” he assured her, which sounded rather contradictory in his tone of voice. “Just...you know, having one of those weeks,” he added, it was true enough, he supposed, even if every week was one of those weeks for Aleks.

#Mairead #c

jesssland:

Jessica’s favorite part about being in Mystery Inc. was the pure sense of teamwork that came paired along with some of its members. It was her equally curious friends like Jace and Aleks that provoked a wild sense of adventure in Jess, ready to pull them along on any new discovery she yearned to find. After all, the fact that Aleks was so ready to accompany her just made it all the more exciting. Who knew what they’d discover if they put their heads together and brought a camera.

“Check.” She responded as she shoved the notebook back into safe keeping, threading her satchel strap over her shoulder and patting herself down for all other valuables. She couldn’t drive, so car keys weren’t a problem ad she rarely checked her phone anyway so… Yep. She was good to go. “Baywatch got nothing on us.” She chimed back, ready to throw herself out the door when Aleks stopped her with a question. Weighing their options, she didn’t see the harm in him bringing the pooch. “Sure. I mean hey, if he sniffs out a clue that’s half our job well done.”

Feeling as prepared as he could possibly be with just a few minutes to organize himself, Aleks wore a sufficiently confident expressed as he tucked his car keys into his pocket and threw his backpack over his shoulder. “ Ko mne” he called out to the dog who appeared at Aleks’ side promptly, clearly aware that a walk was in his near future. Excitedly Bucket hopped up on Aleks’ thigh momentarily before dropping back down to the floor and following his lead. He chuckled and looked at the black pooch “You think you’re ready to sniff out some clues, huh? We’ll see about that,” he mused. Bucket would sniff just about everything in his path, he’d bark at sea urchins and starfish, he’d get excited if he saw another dog but Aleks was fairly convinced he would not be solving any mysteries that evening.

“Alright, let’s do this. I think beach clean up should be wrapped up for the day. We’ll get a clean shot at the beach if nobody’s around to question what we’re doing.”

#Jess #c

evangcline:

Eva raised a quizzical brow as the human wiped away the blood. When he explained it was just for a ‘Halloween costume,’ she was skeptical but not too concerned. The man seemed harmless. Notwithstanding that, West Hollow had ceased to amaze her in its countless murders and supernatural mysteries. “Really? What are you dressing up as?” she asked.

As for Eva herself, she didn’t know. But she knew she’d have to come up with something soon for the Ball, at least. She didn’t want to be boring and just come in formal wear. “I don’t know yet. I’ve been meaning to come up with something for both Halloween and the Ball. With it coming up so soon, I’ll probably be rushing to get a costume.”

“Uh,” he hesitated. Admittedly Aleks hadn’t quite thought the ruse through, so he merely said the first thing that came to mind “A murder victim,” he said and cleared his throat softly, immediately wishing he’d come up with something a little less macabre, especially for a man in his line of work. “Maybe- I’m still toying with ideas,” he corrected quickly, to give himself some wiggle room at the very least.

“Oh yeah, the ball,” he remembered the memo that had been posted on the wall in the police department. He hadn’t taken much notice of it and didn’t intend on going until he’d found out that everybody else would be there. “I’m sure by the time a few drinks have been poured, nobody is going to be too worried about costumes,” he suggested.

#Evangeline #c

jesssland:

“Granola, figures. The Wonder Loaf breakfast of champions…” Jess muttered offhandedly, dropping her eyes to her book to scribble a quick note that Aleks didn’t have a solid memory of the event either. It was annoying — her list of leads was growing thinner by the day the more nobody could tell her anything. Which was seriously making her question just about everything. How could a town almost get shaken to bits and nobody remembers it?

Throwing her hands up in sudden anguish, Jess gave a sigh of frustration. “Alright, this is stupid. We’re not going to get to the bottom of this if all you’ve got is granola and what weird sweater you wore, no offence.” Turning to find her bag, Jess put an implied pause on their dinner date by snatching it up and closing her notebook. “Forget the spaghetti. Come on, we’ve got like an hour of sunlight left, grab your nerd camera. Let’s bamboozle this case and make it our bitch.”

Aleks’ wasn’t entirely sure what the granola breakfast revealed about him as a person but before he could ask jess about it, she’d already moved on to the next point. It was hard to keep up, on occasion, especially when Aleks was still contemplating what he should put in the pasta sauce for dinner that evening.

“None taken...” he uttered softly, knowing that the fashionable nature of his sweater wasn’t exactly the point of the discussion. “Whoa- okay-uh” he fumbled his words as the mood shifted before he could fully comprehend it. It was go time, apparently and Aleks had to shift into gear before Jess left him in her dust. “Got it,” he confirmed with a nod of his head and a soft punch of the air to prove that he was in mission mode. Assuming that nerd camera was code for the department’s forensic camera that Aleks’ just so happened to have at home after his recent trip to the apple orchard with Evie, he grabbed it and stuffed it into the backpack that he used for his field research. “Camera, evidence bags- you got your notebook,” he gestured at Jess’ bag when he spoke, “I think we’re good to go- oh water, gotta stay hydrated. Mission: beach bitch is a go.” he added, piling a pair of sealed water bottles from his fridge, into the bag. “Can Bucket come? I owe him a walk....Scooby Dooby Doo” he added the last part as if it might convince Jess.

#Jess #c

jaceofmystery:

“Oh,” Jace said, smiling sheepishly as he watched the other walk closer after admitting he couldn’t really see. The Korean pushed the broken device a bit closer to him for inspection.

“Damn,” he breathed out with a small huff. Jace liked the game, but he’d never gotten very far in it due to all the distractions in his life. “Oh, uh… It was a thing for this new model of a camera I’m building. Was being the key word. Can you see it, sorta?”

“ Yeah, I can see it- nor sure what I’m looking at but...I can see it. You’re building a camera?” he was clearly impressed by the idea. Aleks had a basic understanding of how a camera worked, he remembered photography teachers in high school discussing lights and mirrors and all sorts of things that had admittedly gone right over Aleks’ head at the time. Still, it was an impressive feat, surely anybody would have thought so even if Jace appeared rather blase about the project. “What for?” he asked curiously, wondering if it was some sort of surveillance project that he had in mind, perhaps something he’d unveil at the next Mystery Inc. meeting.

#jace #c

newenglandhorrorshow:

Mairead trudged down the sidewalk with three large paper-bags in her arms. With the raves coming up at Alastor, she thought it might be a good idea to brush up on some of the newer mixed drinks that people were asking for these days. Yet of course, one of the closest package stores was on the other side of the city from her apartment. Stopping off to the side of the sidewalk, Mairead set the bags down with a soft huff and pulled out her phone. A few people wandered past her, some giving strange looks to the large bags loaded with alcohol. The only problem was when one person proceeded to kick said bags. Mairead’s head snapped up at the sound.

“Hey! Unless you wanna spend another ninety dollars on rum, watch where you’re stepping.”

“Oh jeez- yeah- totally, sorry- that’s completely my bad. Is the bottle okay? I can get you a new one- I’m sorry about that,” he expressed quickly, the words falling out of him at an uncontrollable pace. “How much did you say? What uh-” he pointed at the bag quickly “What kind is it? I can get a new one,” he assured her, he wasn’t sure if the bottle had even a mere scuff on it but he was prepared to make it up to her either way. “Are you having some kinda party?” he added, injecting some light-hearted conversation into the circumstances to make the situation a little less tense.

#Mairead #c

lucillc-mycrs:

Lucille eyed the man up and down silently. Rolling her eyes, she smirked and shook her head. “You know there’s still some blood on the side of your cheek, right?” she asked, shrugging a little. When he asked about Halloween, she straightened up, her shoulders square. She didn’t like Halloween, at all, because it reminded her of her father. “I’m not big on Halloween. I guess it’s lost its spooky side when I grew up..”

“Oh jeez- yeah- thank you- sorry, I’m a total mess. Busy day,” he expressed rather bashfully, mopping his cheek with the back of his hand. “Oh,” he said, he hadn’t heard anybody react to Halloween like that, at least not recently. He shrugged his shoulders “It’s not for everybody it’s...yeah- you know, it’s kinda silly. I mean, the ball is going to be- it’s- there’s a ball, are you going?” he asked, stumbling on his words a little.

#Lucille #c

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