the prodigal daughter

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[beasramos]

Here are the sparknotes you need to get to know: Bea(triz) Ramos

or the full bio if you’re interested.

The Basics

Bea is generally very friendly and often thinks the best of people so it’s easy to strike up a conversation with her if you’re being genuine.

She grew up very sheltered and because of that often has issues with trust, from either becoming exceedingly paranoid to oversharing, depending on the person.

Very easily holds a grudge, for big or little things. Steal her pen at work? Public enemy number one.

Has a cat named Theodore that she would kill for. 

A Little Deeper

It’s a habit still to bring up her mother regularly ( “Oh, my mom always said this is the best brand for pasta, so I just kept getting it, I guess.”) but doesn’t ever speak of their falling out. When asked deeper questions about her mother she usually changes the topic.

Still doesn’t know much about her father and struggles between wanting to ignore it completely or go track him down to see what he’s like... if he’s still alive.

She often holds her friends at arm’s length. While she appears to be very warm and open, she is usually only open about surface level things, after all it’s hard to explain a lot of her sheltered life when the basis of it lies in the fact that she’s a supernatural being who predicts death.

Very few people know of her status as a banshee, though she has had a few episodes since arriving in New York.

Bea now has a few alarm sensors around her condo to wake her up when she sleep walks. Sometimes after sleepwalking she can’t fall back asleep and ends up in any establishment still open just to shake off any bad dreams.

Here’s where you come in:

At work: As a real estate agent, Bea often works with others in the industry including brokers and house flippers. She could have also sold you property within the last two years or help you look for new property.

Food: Bea is a big fan of coffee and sweets, anything to get her through the day is good in her eyes. If you ever want to make something up to her, (like stealing her PEN, David from Marketing) a cup of coffee and a scone could go a long way to mending that bridge

Working out: It’s a necessary evil but Bea finds that a nice long run in her neighborhood is usually a good way to let off steam, particularly when she gets into a spiral about her mother. She could definitely use a running partner or have accidentally ran straight into you on a run before. Gym buddies are also a possibility.

Entertainment: Bea isn’t much of a clubber but she’s been to a bar or two when she first moved to the city. She’s still excited to go to any of the fancier balls or parties her firm sets up as an opportunity to dress up and meet new people. Theatres are also a place she frequents and would love a movie partner!

Late night excursions: Literally anywhere near her building open past 2am? Bea has probably been there a few times. Take out places, weird museums, very specific bookstores, pop up shops? Bea was likely there, running into other people that couldn’t sleep.

Romance? In this economy? It’s not super likely that Bea has had more than once significant relationship in the past two years as it can be hard to have a relationship without going into the nitty gritty of her true nature and her past. Hook ups are probably few and far between, but possible.

[beasramos]

rohan-persaud​:

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“Uh…thank you!” Rohan called back up, overcome with a sudden sense of uselessness, as if he really did need to make himself look presentable before being discovered. Shifting his weight uncertainly from one foot to the other, he gave a sharp, bracing nod before starting properly up the staircase, as if to meet Bea half way. And catching sight of her, even in the half-dark, he allowed something that was not quite relief rush over him; they had met before. Rohan did not know if that would make the situation better. 

But he had learned well by now that when life forced him into strange circumstances, forces beyond his self were usually at work. He opened his mouth to speak up when Bea froze, and Rohan seemed to do the same, stopping on the step. The moments ticked by in shared stupor, and he let out a hitched breath. He had seen that expression before, seen it roll over certain people’s faces when he himself drew near, the stench of death clinging to him at all times. Could it be? “Are you…are you all right?” Rohan spoke up at last. “You, uh, you sort of…glazed over there.” He sniffed. Maybe it was rude to point out. A Forget-Me-Not spell on the tip of his lips, though, he braced his shoulders, opting for boldness, taking the universe’s hint. “He died here. The man. He won’t tell me his name.” One, two, three, four…He counted the seconds in his head he would have to undo what he just revealed. 

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“I’m fine, yeah of course,” Bea said in a rush, her hand tightening on the banister, “Just uh a... condition.” Which was true, if one considered being a banshee a condition. But even as Bea tried to hold her truths close, Mr. Persaud seemed to let his go in just a few quick sentences. Her breath left her in a whoosh as Bea dropped down to sit on the stairs. “Oh thank god,” she said, holding her head in her hands. “So you can see him? He’s making selling this house impossible. Do you know how many times we’ve been in escrow?” She shook her head, admonishing herself for being so selfish. “I mean, his name, I should have it on the paperwork in the attic.” Bea took a step up before turning around again and going back down, “Um, I mean, this is all a bit backwards, but I’m Beatriz. Real estate agent... and banshee.” It wasn’t every day she introduced herself so plainly, but well, he took the leap first.

[cantfightmoonlight]

@beasramos​

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“You have got to be kidding me,” Leyla shook her head in disbelief. “You too?” Her arms still wrapped tightly around herself as she pulled the robe she was wearing closer towards her chest. A cool night breeze blowing past them as she blinked over at her dear friend who seemed to be in the same boat she was at the present- wandering outside of her apartment after her sleep walking banshee state had decided that 2 am would be the perfect time of night to go for a stroll. At least the cool air wasn’t that bad this time around and when she had snapped out of her daze, there wasn’t a dead body in sight. Yet that is, which only meant that crime hadn’t happened yet, but would. “You want to alert the seraphs and get out of here before this street corner suddenly becomes a plot line in Clue?” She offered up with a small shrug, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was actually started to get used to this. The thought alone being almost scarier then the initial fear of waking up not knowing where she was. But, at least this time around she had her wallet tucked away in the pocket of her robe and socks on which was by far an improvement from the first time she had slept walked off into the night. That and having a banshee friend meant that, on occasion, she didn’t have to go through the sheer panic of stumbling across a crime scene or would be crime scene alone.

[beasramos]

The cold seeping into her feet was the first thing that pulled Bea from her trance, the second was Leyla’s voice. With a groan, Bea rubbed the sleep from her eyes and tightened her own robe around herself. It seemed her alarms hadn’t woken her or Mason tonight. Her eyes slowly acclimated to the darkness as the two looked around to see if they were late this time. A shudder ran down her spine at the thought of the few times she woke up hovering over a body instead of Leyla’s kind face. “Guess whoever’s going must be someone pretty powerful.” Or their death was pretty inevitable. “Yeah, I can call them,” Bea said, patting down her robe before realizing her phone was most likely still charging on her nightstand. “Ah, scratch that, actually. It looks like my phone didn’t make the trip,” she said, ending on a yawn. Bea crossed the distance between them and looped an arm through Leyla’s. “What street are we on? We can call it in when we get inside.” 

[kenxmatsui]

for: @beasramos​ location: a real office building time: monday morning

The once enjoyed routine of going to work was tragically tainted by thoughts of all the ways he could avoid one particular co-worker. Both the scenario behind the need to not run into Bea, and the inevitability of the very thing happening plagued his mind on what was supposed to be a happy day. The fault lay entirely with him, and for once he didn’t make any leaps to pile it onto others. Being at death’s door was valid reason for that display, but even when normalcy returned, he still couldn’t shake the softness that lingered from the moments after the event, quiet contemplations could have helped greatly to process it all except he had fucking refused to even acknowledge it, because what else could it mean when one feels like they’ve died and at the end of it all imagine the girl they’ve aggravated for years, only for it to be real and not a dream? 

 Ken shook off those haunting thoughts with a shiver and rapidly pressed the elevator button, returning to the office properly after three months to a meeting was indeed the best start he could hope for and not even the world’s slowest elevator would dampen his spirits. 

“Fuck.” But that certainly could. 

It was the quickest of flashes where at the sight of Bea he saw the setting sun and her in that green dress, but just as quickly as it came, a blink later the scene reverted to the cold steel and grey of the present – here was the inevitable he hopes to avoid, fighting with fate never worked why even carry on trying at this point. With only a curt nod in her direction, Ken stepped in seconds before the doors closed and took to rapidly pressing the button again, muttering with impatience, “Come on, come on, god has this thing always been this slow?”

[beasramos]

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It had been a while since she saw Ken in person. Flashes of blood and torn fabric flooded her mind as she remembered the last time they met. Although they left things on a peaceful note for once, they hadn’t spoken since and it seemed as though every time Bea thought she saw Ken in the office he was gone in seconds. The elevator had really been the last place she thought she’d see him, but perhaps that was the one place he couldn’t run from, though she did suppose the second the doors opened he’d be out of there like a bat out of hell. She hid her smirk just in time to nod back. 

“It has. Although I don’t think hitting the button that many times will help it go faster,” Bea said, her voice teasing. “Have an important meeting soon?” It was nice, not being the one on their back foot all the time. She leaned back against the wall of the elevator, holding her files loosely to her chest. 

[beasramos]

leohastingss​:

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Without breaking off his sales pitch, Leo took the sheet and dough he was handed and followed Bea into the house. “What if I lowball?” he suggested. “Like a crazy low bid, but just to get the conversation started. And–” He broke off, using the cookie dough package to point into the living room. “There’s something wrong with your living room.” Foregoing the kitchen entirely, he went to sit on the sofa that felt like it was made for humans, but only barely. As for her question: “No.” Yes. He desperately needed a job. Every day he didn’t have a job, that desperation meter was rising. He leaned back into the chair and crossed his legs, just to test how much he could spread out. It wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. 

Despite his denial, Leo jumped up as soon as he was given instructions and got to work first opening the cookie dough package. “You have butter to line the tray? I never know if you real food in these things.” He opened the fridge to look around. “Do you have those baskets of fake lemons? What are those for anyway?” More than the rising need for money–which was bad enough–the real problem with Leo’s current unemployment was that he was bored. Bored and now with more energy than he’d ever had in his life and absolutely no biological need to sleep. Ever. He had gone from an eighty hour work week to a zero hour one overnight and had absolutely no idea what to do with himself. “Okay, fair. It’s creepy. What about an intern? Do real estate agents have interns?” 

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Speaking of dishonesty... “It’s staging furniture. Just a bit smaller than average, makes the rooms look a bit bigger,” she said, “But it’s not the same as lying. Just, opening up the possibilities of what the home could look like... if they have slightly abnormal furniture.” She winced, but since she could actually say it out loud, it technically wasn’t a lie. Unlike his denial of this being a very odd job interview. 

“No it’s fine without it, no one’s going to eat them anyway. It’s for the scent. We’ll turn off the oven once they’re done and leave them in there while people walk through,” she explained as she looked over her paperwork. They were only expecting a few walkthroughs today, but it was an open house so they may have surprise visitors as well. “Hm? Oh the styrofoam fruit are just décor, but no, I don’t think our stager added any in here. They’re a bit outdated, actually,” she said, trying not to laugh. “Where did you see those anyway?”

Glad to finally get him off the live in model angle, Bea leaned back against the counter and watched him as he made his way around the shell of a kitchen. “We do. Usually they’re students or taking real estate courses. Something tells me you’re not one of those, though. What did you do before you loitered at open houses?”

[beasramos]

swearonstars​:

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“Oh I don’t know. He only invented the theory of relativity and is debatably the most influential physicist of all time, but yeah, no, you’re right. He’s a total quack,” Kai teased, rolling his eyes lightly over as the corner of his lips itched up into that of a soft smile. “Well, for one thing, if we’re going full names, I was actually born, uh, Hayashi Kaito. So, if you want to call me, Hayashi? Or even, Kaito, you can? That name’s pretty just reserved for my brother, but if you, um, if you want to?” He offered up, awkward running his hand over the back of his neck as he glued his eyes to the floor, feeling self conscious for once as he started to explain his many names. “St. Claire is my dad and Kai is just… easier? So, it’s really up to you, but as for the messy, I uh, I know I don’t. But,” but it was nice not having someone instantly compare him or equate him to the mass murderer that was his father and as much as he knew he could trust her, a part of him didn’t want to watch the way those bright eyes of hers change the moment she found out that he was on a path that mirrored that of his old man’s. “But, is it okay if we just stay in the little bubble have for a little longer? You know, before the rest of the world comes pouring in?”

“Bea Ramos,” Kai couldn’t help, but laugh. Leaning in, his low murmur of a voice tickled the inside of her ear as he couldn’t help, but tease her, “have you never been to a beach before? Or is more of the concept of a lack of clothes that has you diverting your eyes? The slightest blush pulling across your cheeks, hm? In fact, maybe we should go back to the honesty room. That way I can ask if you don’t secretly want to try it,” He teased some more as he took a step closer towards her so that her back was pressed up against the wall of the hall. But, as he watched her try to keep her voice even, he found the playful stride to his step dissipating as he took a step back once more. “What happened? You okay?” The concern evident in his voice as his eyes scanned hers as he waited to see if she’d chose to let him in or dismiss the notion to remain in the ease of each other’s presence for a little longer like he had done with her. 

“Yeah, well, I think you’re probably the only one who is, but you’re not so bad yourself, Ramos. Some of the best company I’ve ever had actually,” He found himself admitting as he gave her a small shrug in reply. “It does though. School’s important. If I could go back, I’d-” He started to say, only for his sentence to trail off as he found himself shrugging again. He would have done things differently, only he knew, even if he had, it wouldn’t have changed anything. He still would have ended up exactly where he was now because that’s where hope got him. “Anyways, those grad students probably know a lot more important things than Orion’s belt. I just spent way too much time in museums as a kid. Learned a whole lot of fun facts that don’t really amount to much of anything, unless you want to hear a tragic tale about The Pleiades. That’s right up there. Those 7 stars grouped together and may be far more fitting than you think, but I’ll tell you what. You do that and then I’ll google traits of a libra and we can compare. And sure. Let’s go see these stars move and all that,” He nodded, despite a part of him not wanting to move just yet. He knew what the fates thought of him, so he was sure that whatever it said would be less than ideal, but he also knew they had come all this way. So, they might as well, take the damn incompatibility just friends test and get it over with.

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A feeling Bea couldn’t even begin to describe bubbled up in her chest, something deep and bright that curled at the edges. It was something she wanted to hold onto. She bit her lip to keep herself from smiling too wide, she knew what was in a name, the importance of names, especially those reserved for certain people, the lines drawn in the sand to show closeness, trust. Hayashi Kaito. She was short enough, that even with him ducking his head, she could step closer, and dip her head to look up at him, “I like Kaito, if that’s alright,” she said, even though it was reserved for his brother, he offered and Bea would gladly take it, hold it close and with care. It was clear it meant a lot to him and she wasn’t about to let him down. “You know, a lot of people don’t try to pronounce Beatriz, so I’ve been Bea for a while. It’s also easier,” she said, with an understanding smile. “I’m here for the messy, whenever it comes,” she reiterated. “And not just yours, you know. We’ve all got some mess to us. But yeah, I kinda like it when it’s just the two of us anyway. The rest of the world can worry about itself.”

Bea’s shoulder instinctively inched up to her ear as Kaito whispered into it, a sharp little gasp escaped at his line of questioning. Even at the mention of her blush, her face grew hotter, and she turned to hide her face away from him. “Beaches are different, the atmosphere--” she tried to argue halfheartedly, but his teasing made it hard for her to focus, a chill running down her back at the thought of this same conversation occurring in the honesty room, where she couldn’t even avoid the truth tumbling from her own lips. She swallowed thickly as her back hit the wall of the dark room, her eyes wide as she pulled her gaze to his. The anticipation that had been gathering suddenly dissipated as he took a step back. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to find her train of thought again, “Ah, well,” she said, letting her head fall back against the wall, her eyes on the ceiling, “Just had to face some truths I wasn’t ready for. I uh, I pulled him in there though, so I really have no one to blame but myself,” she said with a forced smile. “But I think it’s probably for the better. Now we know where we stand.” Her conversation with Ken hadn’t gone the way she’d thought it would, but maybe it would make work a little easier once they got back, knowing the reasons behind his ruthless and unending pushing. 

In a past life Bea must have been someone who preformed a miracle amount of good deeds to have gotten a person like Kaito in her life. Soft, kind, and patient, she couldn’t see how anyone else wouldn’t be happy just to be in his presence. “Hey, that’s my friend you’re talking about, be nice to him,” she said, a small smile forming on her lips. It shrank once he trailed off talking about school. It wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things, in determining who was a good person, how successful a person could be, but it was important to him, and Bea regretted hitting that soft spot. “You can, if you want to. Plenty of people do. I’m just saying, measuring intelligence by that yardstick never really made a lot of sense to me. I know plenty of people who dropped out early to start helping out their parents. They never went to college either, but that didn’t mean they weren't capable and intelligent. I met people in college who basically paid thousands of dollars to take expensive naps during lectures. They didn’t sound like very smart people to me.” She sighed softly, knowing this would take more than a few careful words, but that was okay, Bea didn’t mind taking the time to reassure him, to unruffle some feathers, no matter how long that took, even if it took years. “I’m all for tragic tales, if you’ve got the time. I’d like hearing that array of information you’ve got in that head of yours, Kaito. I don’t care about mathematical theory, I’d rather have my own personal walking Met exhibit, thanks,” she gave him a playful wink and tugged him towards the “psychic” manning the compatibility booth. 

The birth charts they had to fill out were easier and far less mystical than Bea was expecting, but she diligently filled hers out and handed it over. Then came the mysticism, as the psychic hummed over their forms and nodded to herself before consulting the fates, as she called it. Bea called it a load of bull, but the stars shifting in the ceiling pulled her attention as she finally saw a constellation she recognized, Libra, then another, she was willing to guess was Scorpio. “Yes, a relationship between Libra and Scorpio can be a dark prison yard of betrayal and treachery, or it could be a relationship fit for royalty,” she said, nodding. Bea’s eyes widened, realizing a beat too late that they hadn’t mentioned they were testing their friendship. “Sexually, Libra and Scorpio make a really great match. Scorpio rules over sex and the genital area in astrology and is considered to be the most sexual sign. Paired with the romantic Libra, whose main goal is to please their partner, and you have a perfect match in the bedroom.” Bea’s face flushed a deep red and turned away so Kaito wouldn’t make fun of her again. She didn’t need a psychic to tell her about Kaito’s sex life, that was something that was... very well known, even if she didn’t have first hand experience. “Libra and Scorpio make a decent match. Scorpio will give Libra the love and attention they crave in a relationship, while Libra will bring optimism and balance to Scorpio’s life, but,” the psychic paused dramatically, before continuing, “The relationship of Libra and Scorpio is in no way easy and light. Both of these partners will have to face their dark sides through this bond, and although this can lead to an incredible and intense sex life, and emotions that no one else can understand, it might lead them both to a depressive hole they won’t easily get out of. The only way for this couple to last in a satisfying and gentle relationship, is for both partners to build a strong individual, independent life, or they will get sucked into the whirlpool of karmic emotions and obsessive, negative expectations.” The psychic’s eyes bore into Bea’s for a moment before giving Kaito the same treatment, a sudden heaviness landed on Bea’s shoulders as she swallowed thickly. “Uh, well, thanks, we’ll keep that in mind,” she said before pulling Kaito away from the booth. Maybe he was right, asking for their fates to be read might have been a bit more intense than the lighthearted activity Bea thought it would be.

[masonxmahir]

for: @beasramos​ location: en route to a booth but look! bunnies!

“Okay, Bea,” Mason began, arm looped through hers as they walked around the park trying to take in all the sights, “Here’s your mission that you have no choice but to accept and one that should come as no surprise to you…” Being the clumsy person he was, Mason had to assign this task to others and it was the same each time; keep water away. He couldn’t count how many times he had gotten close to popping a tail in the middle of a crowd because he simply forgot about the one most important rule that came with being a siren. “God, you know how much I would give to cannonball into that lake? Heck, I’d do it for free!” More than half of their will power went into control to not go running to the lake’s edge, so of course this meant there wasn’t enough to stop them from running to the Paws and Claws booth. “Oh my fucking god Bea, look! Bunnies!” Dragging her along and away from their initial destination, Mason reached the booth with eyes full of sparkles at the tiny critters. “Don’t you think Theo needs a friend? I think Theo need a friend!”

[beasramos]

Arm in arm, Bea let herself be led around the park by Mason after she submitted her basket for bidding (and scrutiny). She listened intently to his proposed mission with a grin on her face, knowing them it was likely to be more of a joke than anything too serious. The thought of them running headfirst into the lake and popping out with a tail instead of legs had her struggling to keep in a laugh, but she held onto his arm tightly to show she wasn’t going to let them get away any time soon. “Yeah yeah, like a moth to flame... or a fish to water,” she said, her lips twitching. Luckily, they were easily distracted by tiny cute things, so Bea followed (read: was dragged) along, farther from the lake and closer to a little gathering of adoptable pets. “Mason, no. We can’t get a bunny. Do you know how much work goes into a bunny? I can barely handle Theo and he’s one of the best cats in the world. Do you know some of them just die, spontaneously if they get scared? Do you really think that’s the best idea in our apartment?” she asked with a raised brow.

[ainsleyatwood]

@beasramos​ 

Ainsley had to admit that she was still going through it and with the new Fae leader still not announced she had been trying to take matters into her own hands to get answers about her past. Although she’d promised herself to at least take this weekend off and hope that maybe she could have a semblance of fun again. As she walked in front of each basket with her bidder card in hand she made slight notes about each one so she could remember what she wanted to bid on. After she’d examined all the baskets she made her way to less crowded place. “Care if I use this table?” Asking to the woman sitting at it. “I am trying to fill out one of these basket cards with my bids and there’s tons of people around.” She explained, put her card and pen on the table. “So have you already got your bids in?” Half wondering if the other woman would be going after something she wanted, this way she’d know to bid more. 

[beasramos]

“Oh no, not at all,” Bea said, moving her purse and food to clear up space on the table. She’d been enjoying a pastry and coffee, watching people come and go to bid on the baskets, wondering who was biding for hers, if they even were. “Hm? Oh, I’m not bidding, actually. I submitted a basket. I’m kind of just watching to see how things are going. What about you? Anything catch your eye?”

[beasramos]

OPEN TO: All @darkesthourstarters​​​ LOCATION: On Pitch Karaoke Booth

The unfortunately unblessed crooner on stage was currently making Bea wish the microphone would give off more feedback so she wouldn’t have to hear their voice. She grimaced at the ungracious thought. Well, at least they had courage, she had to admit. When they finally left the stage, after a bow no less, Bea was one of the few people to applaud, though the rest of the crowd did seem to be cheering on their exit more than the performance. “Oh thank god,” she said under her breath, wincing one last time as the singer went around to sign up for another round. “They’re not going to go again, are they?”

[vargasxraul]

where: the fountain who: open @darkesthourstarters​

Raul had never considered himself a believer in luck or fate. There were too many ways for plans to go awry when left to simple chance, and yet, as he stood in front of the fountain, quarter clutched in one fisted hand, he couldn’t help but think that this was just that – asking the universe for some sort of small morsel of luck. Tradition, he thought to himself as his hand came up, quarter flying over one shoulder. “So, is this supposed to be a one-size fits all ask and you receive kind of thing or does the person in charge know when someone doesn’t believe?” 

[beasramos]

A small smile pulled at the corner of Bea’s lips, “I think you might be thinking of it a little too hard,” she said as she tossed her own coin into the fountain. It made a satisfying plop before sinking down to the bottom. “It’s just supposed to be fun, maybe give you a little hope, or motivation. Some people find it easier to accept things when they think it’s inevitable, fate or otherwise. Other people use it as a reason to push themselves to reach their goals. I don’t really believe tossing a coin just the right way will give you what you ask for, but I think what you do afterwards to make that wish come true is what matters.” She shrugged and smiled at the other patron. “So, what are you wishing for? I wished for the Sucre booth to not run out of macaroons before I get there.”

[emprince]

​Maybe less so than a dog, considering the amount of attention they required, adopting a cat felt like kind of a big deal to Emily. And not just because it’d mean she was responsible for another being; it’d also mean outliving another creature she cared about and eventually having to deal with that specific pain. Regardless, she could get kind of lonely sometimes, so Emily was pretty sure she’d convinced herself to just go ahead and do it. She wanted to be prepared first, though, make sure her new furry friend had everything they’d need, so a trip to the pet store seemed necessary. Upon entering, however, and seeing the vast array of kitty supplies, she soon realized she was kind of out of her depth. “Awesome, okay…” She murmured distractedly to herself, eventually turning to the closest person to her. “Hey, so, I get that I could ask someone who actually works here, but I don’t wanna look, like, totally incompetent… If you were getting a cat, and it was your first ever pet so you had literally nothing for it yet, what kind of stuff would you get?”

@darkesthourstarters​

[beasramos]

In her weekly attempt to buy Theo’s unwavering love and attention, Bea was back at the pet shop to grab some new toys (and possibly treats) to bribe him. The hesitant question from the other patron made something light up in Bea’s eyes and she couldn’t help the huge grin from spreading out across her face. “Oh I would definitely start with a litter box, and a few scratching posts, believe me it’ll save most of your furniture in the long run,” she said, trying to remain calm and normal, not some crazy cat lady. Which she definitely wasn’t. “Uhm, I actually have some spare time if you need some help,” she said, shifting her shopping basket from one hand to the other, “I know when I adopted my cat I was back in here every other day trying to make sure I had all the right stuff. People always talk about what a handful dogs are, but never how much effort you have to make for cats,” she said with a laugh.

[beasramos]

rohan-persaud​:

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“I mean, I might! I like old things.” Rohan did not know why he called back up the stairs when, in actually, he should have just run for the front doors. He shifted uncertainly in place, running through the rolodex of excuses in his mind. He pursed up his lips. Of course no one wanted this house; it was utterly and completely haunted by a whispering, pestering ghost who got some sort of sick thrill out of being mysterious and unknowable. But maybe that was the key. “I…uh, I spoke to your colleague in the front hall? Very nice gentleman. Vintage-y clothes? He told me you were in the attic and to come up and find you. Honest. We can go talk to him?” This half-lie, yelled up the stairs, felt silly as soon as he said it; normal people did not actually believe in ghosts. He could not, therefore, use the vague suggestion of one posing as a real estate agent. “My name is…uh, it’s Rohan Persaud. I’m actually, um, a playwright. Off-Off-Broadway right now. What I mean is, I’m not some rando. I’m a pretty public person with expendable income and…you know what? My manager was supposed to call your office. But they’re terribly unreliable, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t actually.” This lie felt better, and said manager would not actually allow him to get in any trouble. They’d absolutely admit to fumbling the phone exchange. “I can go. If that’s better right now.” 

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Bea paused, lowering the lamp in her hand, this house has people running out the second they stepped foot over the threshold and yet this person stood firm. Even if he’d been caught breaking and entering, shouldn’t he have run away by now if that were the case? Her eyes widened at the description of her colleague which eerily matched the description of the ghost people had reported seeing in the home. “Wait, you... you saw him? Well, I guess it’s a bonus that he’s nice,” she mumbled under her breath. Perhaps he would be kind enough to leave.

She wavered, if there was even a slight chance of selling this house, even to some obscure playwright with... interesting taste, she couldn’t let it slip through her hands. “Okay, Mr. Persaud. I’m sorry we couldn’t get in touch before the open house last weekend,” Bea said, finally placing the lamp on the floor. “I would be happy to set up--” as Bea started making her way down the staircase, a vision flooded through her mind as she placed her hand on the bannister. There was a gentleman dressed primly, groomed neatly, very dignified seconds before he tumbled down the staircase before landing at the bottom with a hollow thud. The vision cleared as Bea blinked, trying to get her bearings. “I’m sorry, I-- I was saying-- well,” Bea floundered, trying to find an excuse, but she wasn’t quite sure how long she was out.

[frankielennox]

Location : Blank Slate  Open To : Everyone 

It was funny how many more tips Delphina got when she put on a costume. And not just talking about her standard cam girl look. But she had decided to do a stream in a Catwoman number and ended up making five times more than she typically did. Not that she was complaining really, she was happy to end her day early and head over to Blank Slate afterwards. She was intending to use that extra cash for some supplies. Somethings she didn’t typically work with to play around and see how she liked them. 

She instantly excited when she got in, this was probably one of her favorite place on land other than the comic shop. She was bouncing around exploring the watercolour section putting a few paints and brushes in her basket. When she reached for the brushes she dropped one incredibly thin brush onto the floor. Reaching down to pick it up she struggled, remembering she had committed to using a full set of catlike nails for the day. Suddenly it seemed like an absolutely ridiculous idea. 

She picked it up and dropped it about three times before she noticed someone walking past her. “Excuse me,” she called out with a smile. “This is super embarrassing but I literally can’t pick up this brush with these claws,” she explained showing her dagger nails to the stranger. “Would you mind grabbing it and putting it into my basket for me?” @darkesthourstarters​

[beasramos]

So far knitting hadn’t panned out-- though her neighbor still kept Theo in high supply of hand knit sweaters after seeing Bea’s failed attempts-- and neither had drawing or soap making, but painting might be the one hobby that finally stuck. Or at least it might have if it weren’t so expensive. Bea was about to go look for a beginner’s section when the customer next to her started struggling with a brush they’d dropped. “Oh, of course,” Bea said easily before bending down, “You know there’s a bit of a trick to it,” she said demonstrating as she picked up the brush with her knuckles, her own nails weren’t as long but she’d had to pick up a few tricks along the way.” Bea held the brush out triumphantly with the brush between two of her fingers, “That or using the side of your hand to push it into the other one. I mean, I don’t mind helping at all, but just, helpful tip for next time.” She dropped it into the other customer’s basket before standing back up and holding a hand out. 

[salihaxyalmiz]

starter for @darkesthourstarters​ location: bliss yoga 

Another class had come to the end for the brunette as an instructor. “Thank you for the great class everyone,” she said as people began to file out of the room. The class had been great, keeping the witch’s emotions in check as she began to clean up the room. It was the last class of the day, which meant that Sal would tidy up around the studio so that she didn’t come into a mess the next day - nor would anyone else. Sal began to wipe down the mirrors in the front of the room. The spray blurred any approach of a person, causing the woman to jump as she cleaned the mirror of to find someone standing behind her. “Heavens!” Sal blurted out, placing a hand over her heart, “You scared me.” She laughed softly, continuing to wipe down the mirrors so the liquid did not dry, “I apologize, I have to get these done as quickly as possible or else they will smudge.”

[beasramos]

Bea had been wavering on the yoga classes offered at Bliss, but with her temperament she wondered if yoga would help her settle down a bit. While deep breathing was already in her toolbox for when things got a bit too overwhelming, she thought she might be able to learn more if she was more aware of her body. The receptionist let her peek her head in for the last fifteen minutes of class, and once she saw how the instructor led the group, she became a bit more confident in her decision. The light click of her heels hadn’t alerted the instructor, but apparently her reflection had, and it caused a bit more surprise than she’d intended. “Oh I’m sorry!” Bea said, taking a step back to show she hadn’t been trying to sneak up on the other woman. “Ah, would you like some help? I was thinking about signing up, but I have a bit of free time if you need a hand.”

[beasramos]

damagedrkness​:

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“You are taking a cat from the park, that is exactly what you’re doing because I’m not going anywhere with you -” Two and two click together and Theo realises the frantic woman trying to kidnap the cat he had grown fond of over the last few weeks had named the same cat Theo. “You’ve named him Theo?” he asks, brows furrowing as he shakes his head as he looks down at the animal who seemed to not be bothered at all by all the chaos he was causing. “You’re not called Theo are you Roo, I’m Theo and you’re Roo. Rufus. Mr Roo for short.” He points at himself and then at the cat, slowing down his tone and emphasising each syllable. “Theo. Roo. Are you up to date now?” He walks closer to them, crossing his arms against his chest as he uses his height as an advantage to tower over the woman. “I think you’re lying. What is your proof that he’s your cat? Because it surely does not seem like Roo wants to go off with you.”

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Her face screwed up in confusion, why in the world would she be taking a grown man from the park? And who was he to question her naming choices? “It’s short for Theodore,” she said as way of explanation, her tone leaning possibly to the defensive. Sure it was a bit formal for a cat, but she’d never met anyone so adverse to the name. When he started addressing her cat as Roo, she instinctively pulled him closer to her chest. Theo blinked up at the mad man before rolling over in her arms, belly up. “You’re Theo?” she clarified, the puzzle pieces finally clicking into places. “He’s Theo, not Roo or Mr Roo or Rufus which, quite frankly, is more of a dog’s name,” she said judgement dripping from her words. Who was this guy, who went around naming other people’s cats?

As intimidated as Bea might have been on any other day, she had to protect Theo from this mad man, this Human Theo. Instead of shrinking away from him, she stepped forward, head tipped up despite the obvious height difference. “I don’t need to prove myself to you and Theo is about two seconds away from purring because he gets to be carried home! Which just goes to show how well you know him, you know, not at all!” her voice rose as she poked a finger to his chest, “But if you want proof so bad why don’t you look up his instagram! There are photos of him living in my condo for the last two years!” Usually she was happy to hand her phone over to show people her collection of adorable Theo photos, but she didn’t know what this guys motives were and she was pretty sure he was seconds away from grabbing Theo and running away the second she got distracted. “What proof do you have that he’s NOT my cat? Huh, Theo Thief? Are you gonna follow me home or something?”

[beasramos]

kenxmatsui​:

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The softest of sighs, barely audible, escaped when Bea brushed his hair making him curl into her lap more, to which Ken had to admit even for a dream sequence this was rather a high level display of vulnerability. Or maybe his subconscious craved a moment of delicateness after the brutality of recent events, of course, there was no protesting as to which he preferred, and so with a another sigh he gave in fully, falling into the gentleness and hoped if there ever was a crash that it would not be harsh. “You deserve a lot more,” he said slowly, words carrying a depth far beyond the required retort he had intended. “I have to be good.” As he expended all his energy into keeping memories from resurfacing, truth-filled words squeezed past the barriers, “Human, Vampire,” he scoffed, “It’s still the same. Had to be. Have to be. You can’t beat me, my brain won’t allow it.” It felt like a deliverance of bad news, voice quiet and full of what could only be remorse, Ken carried on, “Even if I want to, even for you, I don’t think I could.”

A laugh formed in the back of his throat at her words, only to die before it reached the surface releasing a weak huff at the effort of it all. “Yes, I did have to. I’m glad you weren’t in there.” She’d think him a monster if she had not thought it already.“ The disbelief of his actions was shared, however, doubts of if Bea had not said anything, had he not seen the mark, would the anger upon seeing Kaan be the same? Would the promise still be made? Forcefully shifting again to distract his mind from the hypotheticals, Ken rowed into more dangerous waters. In this blurry state of mind, where everything was soft around the edges, staring at her at her and the world seemed upside-down felt unlike any reality. “Don’t –” Attempts to speak again were in vain as the delicateness of her touch sent a shock through his system. Ken firmly believed a madness took over as he bore witness to his fingertips lace through hers, too deep in delusion for self-control to kick in and fix this – maybe Ren was right; his head might still be crooked. "Find a way out to where?” he found himself saying half in laughter and half in desperation, “I can’t even find a way out of this crazy dream…or am I dead?”

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Though they were no longer in the honesty room, magic forcing them to to reveal their truths, no matter how ugly or bare, Bea felt Ken’s words hit her just as hard. Even the smallest hints of kindness from Ken were a gut punch, because it let Bea know he had the capacity to be kind, but only chose to use these words when he had his defenses down, when he was nearly a puddle of bone, blood, and torn wool. She scoffed at his admittance, “Of course, can’t be anything but good, right?” Bea sighed, absentmindedly keeping his blood soaked hair from his face again and again. “Mhm, even on the brink of death you can’t stand the thought of defeat, can you?” Spite would be the one thing to pull Ken back to life time and time again, Bea was sure of it. His need for perfection and championship wouldn’t allow him to enter a grave any sooner than he decided fit. He would beat death itself.

I’m glad you weren’t in there. Bea froze. Waiting for the other foot to fall, for him to say how he would have just dragged her down if she had been there. She swallowed once he didn’t. This weekend had done a number on her head, their usual patterns were shaken, unpredictable after what they’d gone through, what he’d gone through. But his final words gave clarity to their conversation, a dream, or death. “Well, I’m not dead, so that doesn’t pan out,” she said before addressing his other theory, “And while I can dreamwalk now, I’m afraid the state of your designer suit you cared so much for is not actually the result of a nightmare. You’re awake, but I do think the near-death experience might be responsible for some of the, ah, dreamlike qualities,” she said carefully.

[antonioalvarez]

closed starter for @beasramos​ location: somewhere with a house for sale

“Model houses should have models.” 

Though he had not technically been invited, Leo kept up with Bea’s strides as they headed toward the open house. “You guys dress up houses and you put out cookies, but you don’t have living people in the house that make it look like a house. I can do that. I’ll sit and watch TV and I’ll eat food in the kitchen, and potential buyers will be like ‘wow, this is a place I can really live in’ and they’ll buy it, and you’ll make a ton of money, and then you’ll thank me.”  

Leo had first meat Bea because he’d planned to compell her into selling him a house well, well below market value. Once they’d started talking, however, and he’d realized how genuinely nice she was, he’d chickened out. Unfortunately, he’d already started, looking her dead in the eye and saying the compulsion “You’re going to–” and then he’d froze. “–take really good care of yourself today,” he finished. But he’d already made an appointment to talk with her, and so he’d had to pretend for the next hour that he was still interested in the housing market.  

Today, he had no excuse for bothering her except that he was bored. “Or,” he countered, “I’ll pretend to be super into the house. Really hype it up. Then they’ll think ‘hey, gotta buy it right now before this guy does’ and boom, you get paid.” 

[beasramos]

She wasn’t sure when she picked up a straggler, but to be honest, Bea couldn’t say she didn’t welcome the company. A small smile pulled at her lips as Leo went on about... being a live-in model? Letting him plead his case, Bea handed him the package of cookie dough and baking sheet he’d alluded to as she tapped in the code on the door’s lockbox. 

“Sometimes competition can actually scare buyers away if they think they can’t top someone else’s bid,” Bea said as the door popped open. “And as much as I’d like to get the best possible deal for my clients, I wouldn’t feel right about outright lying,” a small frown pulled at her lips at the thought of Ken using cheap tricks like that to get one over on potential bidders. “But is this your way of saying you need a job?” she asked, an eyebrow popping up in question. “Because there are much easier ways of getting one.” The kitchen wasn’t far from the front door, they just needed to walk through the recently decorated living room with furniture that was slightly smaller than normal. The appliances were still relatively new, and thankfully the gas was still working. “Can you start arranging the dough on the sheet, please?” If he was here and wanted to make himself useful, she would help him feel a little more like he wasn’t just fluttering along. It was like giving a child a task to make them feel like they were helping. The oven was easy to set at the right temperature after double checking that it was empty from the previous owner’s belongings. “Do you really think you would feel comfortable walking into an open house and feeling like you’re walking in on a stranger just living their life? It’s a little less ‘if you lived here you’d be home now,’ and a bit more, well, voyeuristic.”