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Cal Knox xxxiv · Jester · traitor head of security at I.R. Casino var sc_project=11936465; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="d22efb3e";

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Rebekah:

      Taking a seat next to Cal, Rebekah placed her legs under her, the rim of the beer bottle to her lips. “They’re not all that interesting.” Rebekah shrugged, placing the bottle onto the coffee table. “It’s just the same bullshit of figuring how who killed who and no one wanting to talk to the cops ‘cause ‘snitches get stitches and end up in ditches’ actually is a real thing.” Looking over to her friend, Rebekah lightly tapped him with her toe. “Why don’t you try to get into the force? You’d make a hell of a partner and you have security experience.”

“Not all that interesting?” Cal clicked his tongue, shifting upward in his seat a bit. “Come on Bek, you have at least one good story for me of your force time each day.” He had to counter with a small grin, taking another prolonged sip from his own bottle. “It’s made my days a bit more exciting.” At that remark, he heaved a sigh, running a hand over his features. Why did he feel like it was just running into a damn brick wall on the daily? Yet his friend’s suggestion had brows instantly raising, looking instantly over at her. “You actually believe I would? I mean, that’s probably the best compliment I’ve had in a decade..”

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Solomon:

Solomon simply raised a brow at Cal, wondering quietly how the many imagined the twins would ever go anywhere else but here for the foreseeable future, but he let a slight smirk curl on his lips, regardless. “Not really a sweets fan, but thanks. Plus, once you’ve had one maple syrup, you’ve had ‘em all, right?” Humming out his own amusement, he turned back to the journal he was writing in and let the conversation lull for a few minutes before asking just as simply, “Did you get to ride on one of those dog sleds everywhere, or were moose the only mode of transportation?”

“You’d think, but hell, not until you get to the birthplace of syrup. It’s like a wine vineyard. A lot to fucking choose from. — I’m pretty sure I’ve had them all.” Cal shrugged, honestly enjoying this conversation between him and Solomon much more than he ever would have realized. No one had really been genuinely interested in his time there since his return, it was like a break of sorts. “Never used a moose as transportation, believe it or not. Dog sled? Yes. Makes me want to do the Alaska Iditarod at some point. — You taking notes on this?” He asked Solomon with a grin, noting his journal.

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All my early school reports from the age of 5 were ‘Daniel must learn not to distract others.’

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Ronnie‌:

       “Sometimes you’re too good at your job,” she retorts, a smile mirroring his own growing on her features. The blow she’d felt upon his disappearance for five years left a gaping hole in their relationship, and in the bond of their family — or what was left of it, anyhow. After all this time, however, Ronnie knew she could trust Callum with her whole might. There were no secrets between them. No lies. Not that she knew of, anyhow. “I think they are, slowly. Maybe you just gotta stop trying so hard, you know? Maybe everyone’s more accepting than you think?” 

“Someone has to be I guess.” He shook his head, yet the slight, forming grin upon his expression remained. Although the fact that Ronnie could admit in return that she cared about him, despite his past decision, was a poignant relief. “How is your job by the way?” Cal had to ask, the more conversation, the better, right? Although, the fact that continuing to harbor the truth of their mother from his sister made the reparations between increasingly fragile. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “If I scale back any, Waylon will likely just bitch. — Has anyone said anything to you?”

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'B R O' :~)

B:   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

“No, but if you do, tell me yours, and I’ll gladly pay you in them for how much my sister’s car in your shop.”

R:   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Answered.

O:   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

“You tell me. Is it a yes to the offer?” Answered.

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i, r, m

I:  I LOVE YOU.  does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

“Difficult. I only said it for real once.”

R:  ROMANCE.  is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

“Maybe I was the former at one point, but definitely more the latter in general.”

M:  MOONLIGHT.  what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Answered.

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C - A - L - U - M

C:   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

“Who doesn’t? Regular’s fine. Let’s go get some?”

A:   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

“Don’t think anyone can pinpoint that by saying it.” 

L:   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

“I don’t love anyone. I’ll always love someone. My focus is family, friends, and the gang.” 

U:   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

“….Yes. Horribly.” 

M:   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

“I don’t know Sonny, this is all pretty sudden.” 

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Wedding, yours, ode, date

W:  WEDDING.  would your muse get married? why / why not?

“Been there, done that, so likely never again for me.”

Y:  YOURS.  does your muse get protective easily?

“That I do.”

O:  ODE.  does your muse have a way with words?

“If you mean by way of work and business dealings with the gang, then yes.”

D:  DATE.  what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

“I really have no idea anymore. Dating is the last thing on my mind right now.”

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Harlow‌:

“For someone with no spine you sure as hell have some balls.” Drowning out the sound of his voice with her own, she didn’t miss his moment to cut a level of snark towards her that she neither cared for, nor could find fault in. Given that he was.. trying, should have made it less of an issue for her, but as it stood, whatever trust she’d once had in him was all but obliterated; and all for the notion of wilting unrequited love. “Stick your honor up your ass, Cal, we both know you have none.”

“Well, the first one sounded more like a compliment, so I’ll take it.” Cal gave a shrug, knowing that even the fact it’d been years, and he’d been working his ass off on only Jester’s terms as his mere intent, most still hadn’t come close to any form of forgiveness. And it of course with trickier when it came to close friends he’d left behind, Harlow being one. “And that’s till more words you’ve spoken to me so far. I’m guessing whatever entertainment’s going on must be dull as hell then.”

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Andy:

       Her gaze falls to the hand that touched her shoulder, desperate to ignore the fact that her skin burned with familiarity. With the memory of heated passion she wondered was still there. Andy wanted to thank him, every part of her wished to fall back into what once felt so comfortable. Where, Cal was her best friend. Where, he brought out the softer parts of her. She willed her tongue to speak the words she was so tempted to share, but her stubbornness prevailed. “You didn’t have to do that,” she responds instead, glancing up at him before staring forth at the people she knew they both had to avoid. He didn’t just do it for her. “It’s not like your people question you still, do they?” 

I wanted to. And when he figured his gaze gave away what he wanted to say, Cal instantly down-casted his glance. Usually it was easy to keep anything at bay. Yet, even after all the time passed, the fact they couldn’t take back knowing one another’s souls like the back of their own hands apparently still affected him. “Don’t mention it.” He merry muttered, realizing his hand still remained on her shoulder, how she didn’t move away until he finally did so right then. Certain they remained out of view, Cal restrained from her question. Though he had no one else to divulge this topic to....Out of anyone, Andy would likely understand in some way. “More like they don’t even trust me still.” He scowled. “...Do yours?”

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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Sonny‌:

“Right. Of course you have.” Sonny could have let it go. He really wanted to, but it took everything in him to forgive something like this. If it was anyone else, it probably would’ve been easier for him to just be a complete asshole. However, this was Callum. They had basically grown up together even though Sonny was the older. It had always been him, Callum, Luke and Rose. It seemed Luke and him were the only ones that hadn’t gotten swayed by a Sinner. He couldn’t blame them though. Love made you do crazy shit sometimes. That was something he most definitely knew. Forgiving Callum for this though? He had already forgiven Rose, but it just wasn’t the same. Cal was Sonny’s brother. They wore the same cuts on their back and ran with the same crowd. To say the least, Sonny only wanted to give Cal shit right now. Even if he had forgiven him, he would probably be treating him the same way. That was just how he was. HIs chin went to rest in his hand as he looked at the whiskey placed in front of him and then back at his friend. “Cal…you’re here, aren’t you? Waylon gave you a second chance, but what’s to stop you from doing it again? Like I said, you’re here, but are you really?”

Cal knew it was increasingly difficult for Sonny and Luke in particular. He of course hadn’t been close to, grown up with Waylon or any of the Jesters members the way he had with them. Sonny was like an older brother he’d never had. The three were all supposed to go on, become the newest crop of prodigies, and yes, the two of them had made their way up those ranks, sans him. Now of course, here Cal was, questioning everything and anything about the decision he’d made instead of his planned path of becoming fully patched. And if the situation had been flipped with either Sonny or Luke, Cal would easily be acting just as furious. To admit he completely regretted what he did though? He wouldn’t. It’d been completely worth it at the time. Rose had understood where he was coming from, but Cal certainly wasn’t naive to the fact that facing, speaking to Sonny and Luke again would have to done all on his own. At the questions amongst the moments of silence, his brow rose. “Yes? — Ok, let me put it this way. Since I’ve been back, have I done anything except focusing on tasks, working for the gang?…You don’t have to forgive me at all, just know where my intentions lie and have lied for a good number of years now.”

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Cole‌:

Cal spoke as if it came down to two options; either being with the Jesters, or being against. It was as if there was no in-between, no simply being against what either gang stood for. There would never be a time that Cole found himself siding with either one of them, regardless of any point either tried to make. It was a slow roll of his eyes that answered Cal’s statement, something he had heard from plenty of the Jesters over the months he’d been at their service. It was, however, the follow up that caught him off guard. Not many ever cared for that information. Drawing his gaze to Cal, with a brow cocked, he studied the man for the moments they had as the bartender walked over. “Sure,” he commented in response to the question of another, shifting his gaze momentarily to the bartender. Once the pair were once more left alone, he cast his attention back onto the man beside him, “I have several cases against the Sinners. Not many have enough evidence to take to court yet, however.”

From the expression that returned from Cole, it seemed as if Cal would have to be resorting to some other conversational approach. Since being back, long observing many members of either gang and neutrals throughout his job at the casino, he had many means of acquiring information. The more, the better. His betrayal had set him tremendously backward, and now on a steady climb in the ranks once more, Cal’s only intentions lied with remaining loyal to the Jesters. Although, as Cole’s demeanor shifted into one of seeming curiosity on the topic, he gave a nod in appreciation. “Several. That’s significant. And I suppose you and your teams are looking into more to the evidence on these cases? Any specific names?” He questioned, yet still in a lower tone in case anyone around the perimeter of the bar or their entire surroundings could be listening in on any part. “If possible, I’d also like to keep in touch on these update as well.” Cal remarked, shifting only momentarily as the bartender slid him forward his drink. 

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Luke‌:

“You didn’t answer the question, champ.” Luke was genuinely curious, to say the least. “Is that your way of trying to get on my good side, Cal?” he walked towards the other, grabbing him by the shirt before he yanked him forward, pressing a hard kiss against his mouth before he shoved him back, “You’re forgiven.”

“I did. It was worth it.” In truth, Luke’s sister was the only one he’d conversed with about his marriage, as they’d found themselves in past similar situations. Otherwise, no one else had genuinely asked before. Before making any further remark though, Luke’s sudden movement had his frame stunned, eyes merely blinking.  “— What the..are..you serious?”

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Ronnie‌:

       “I know you care. You’re just annoying about it. I’m fine, promise.” Still remained after a decade weighted tension between them over his runaway days, though she’d tried to ease it, as did he. There were times, however, certain resentment sneaked it’s way in to conversations. And just as quick, she’d tone it back down in fear of letting it go too far. “—Well, either way, as long as you remember who you are. That’s all that matters. Even if you did speak.” 

“And I know you are. But as you’re brother, it’s still practically my job.” Cal countered, albeit a slight grin now hinted upon his expression at the notion. Even after years had gone by since coming back, he truthfully was still trying to figure out a balance of remaining protective over his sister and re-building a bond again between them. “Yeah. I mean, I haven’t done anything except work with the gang. And that’s how I intend for it to stay, no exceptions. -- Everyone else is  still catching up realizing that.” 

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Ronnie:

       “Oh I don’t. Not about her,” Ronnie attempts, trying to keep her resentment for a particular female at bay, knowing how close she’d been to losing Callum forever had he not come to his senses. “About you, however.. I care about you as much as you care about me. Put it that way. —Uh huh. I’m sure that’s why.” Deflecting was her best hope at avoiding any and all consequences when it came to talking about her.

“Case rested.” Cal bit his tongue, having of course long known Ronnie’s, and many other’s, stance on the decision he’d made with a Sinner years ago. It remained a sore spot, knowing that in the end, it all came crashing onto him. “And well…I’m glad we seemed to have come to an understanding on one thing…that I annoy you because I care. — She’s the one who ran into me once.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s not like we spoke.” Lie.

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Andy‌:

         The fine lines that both of their features surely encompassed represented the years of worry, stress, the experiences they’d endured without one another. To think, they had fallen in love so young and now felt nothing but contempt for one another. Andy’s jaw clenched uncontrollably, a faux smirk growing on her features. “I guess time will tell, then.” Could contempt for another really cause a sensation within akin to that of butterflies? They bordered on the edge of being caught interacting with one another, and as much as Andy loved a rebellious scene, she couldn’t stand before him any longer without cracking it. “Well then, I hope you don’t mind if I leave first?” 

“Guess so.” Cal merely shrugged. To think that at one point, they’d understood one another inside and out, and now, he could barely utter more than a few words in Andy’s direction. The fact she had essentially faded into the Sinners background again, after all they’re been through, all they’d risked was truly dumbfounding. Gone were those supposedly blinded nineteen year olds with a plan they believed was foolproof out of love. “Ladies first.” He gave a sweeping motion with his arm. It was for the best. Although in that very instant a slew of Jesters and Sinners filed by, and Cal subconsciously reached for her shoulder. “Wait.” He nodded forward in indication that they were currently trapped.