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Felix Shaw Twenty Six Library Clerk "The world is a curious and cruel place, but maybe you just might make it out alive..."

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rosedivined:

location: devil’s ridge availability: open to all !!

“The sky is falling.” A mumble beneath his breath as he sidled up to the back of the crowd, an odd duck in a gaggle of swans, all with expectant eyes turned upward. He’d not thought to come - despite the Creator’s insistence, Adam had always favored the solitude of his home to the forced companionship of town-wide events such as this one; were it possible, he would still be at home, dressed in a robe, sitting by a fire, and drinking wine that he very much would not share with anyone. But it was not possible, it seemed; two very persuasive presences - one purposeful, and one inadvertent - had convinced him to be here to watch the sky fall. 

But he certainly didn’t have to look cheery about it - and he certainly didn’t. 

He glanced over one shoulder, then the other, and ventured another step toward the crowd. In the interest of participation, he craned his neck upward, eyes darting from flickering light to flickering light - they all looked rather normal, rather usual, but of course Adam was in no place to question the powers that be. And he certainly was not like to make a fuss about his presence there; the more easily he faded into the background, the more easily he escaped the seemingly necessary droning of social interaction, the better. But that seemed inescapable. 

Adam blinked once. Twice. The stars looked the same. “The sky is falling… slowly.”

Since he had come to Devil’s Ridge, Felix had seen an array of emotions from just about everyone. Some were excited, bouncing for joy or drinking themselves into oblivion. Maybe they knew some secret about watching the sky fall while intoxicated that Felix didn’t know. Some seemed unsure, other just wanted to party, some looked like they were dying of anticipation. And then there were the few that seemed like they would rather be just about anywhere else.

Felix liked to put himself into that category. He’d unwillingly admit that it would likely change once the action began and Felix found himself sucked into the sight of the sky falling, but for now he’d simply grumble on. The magic of the creator was bringing people together, all under one sky in one moment. Oh, curious.

Felix’s attention shifted to someone near him, the words making the man bark out a laugh. “Don’t get too excited there, dude. What’s that bullshit stupid people say...patience is a virtue.” He shrugged his shoulder, never one for patience. It was actually one of his faults.

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huntsgirlrose:

Rose really wasn’t sure what to expect. The sky was going to fall, and she was going to live another day like she was supposed to. People of course, were going to use this as their excuse to get drunk and party, not that she couldn’t talk. She didn’t even need an excuse sometimes, just a venue. She changed from beer to canned wine, feeling like the epitome of class as she drank the pink wine with a smile on her face. Always keep that smile, Rose. She was told that so many times growing up, that it seemed criminal if she were seen to feel something else, but honestly? Tonight was about the stars. Tonight was about the Creator giving them this very beautiful stars display, even if she was wondering why the hell this was enough to distract so many people.

She supposed it was all part of His plan, or whatever the saying was. She shrugged to herself, because being unpleasant wasn’t a good feeling and she didn’t want to be a downer-but it was hard to not try and be calm since she wasn’t sure if she could go all out. Hearing footsteps besides her, Rose turned over to see who was nearing, lifting the can of rosé (ha ha) up so they could see. “Rosé in a can is surprisingly good, you should try some to feel fancy like me.”

Felix wrinkled his nose up and let out a snort before he said, “If it wasn’t obvious, I’m the farthest thing from fancy, sweetheart.” Pinkies up, sipping expensive wine, eating little tiny finger foods? Not a thing for Felix. Sitting drinking with Rose was a thing for Felix. He’d always been the chugging beer, drinking cheap wine, eating a greasy burger with a glare kind of person.

He still hadn’t decided if he wanted to stay to watch the chaos of the sky. Already Felix had glared at a number of people, call four people assholes, and kicked someone’s beer. Their fault. Not his. He’d been trying to find his friends, hoping they’d be able to entertain him or he could find someone who’d be willing to hear his million and one questions about what it meant that the meteor shower was taking place. Rose was always on the list of people who’d keep him entertain.

“Getting all bubbly, someone’s gonna have to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t get yourself into any trouble,” Felix said with a small chuckle before he plopped himself down beside her. “Looks like I’m gonna have to do the babysitting. Only right for the most gorgeous person in Hermosa to look after the second most gorgeous person.”

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reysclcs:

She was kind of glad she’d shown up. Already, barely having been there an hour, Rey was running into people she knew well enough and having as nice of a time as possible, when she usually was never that social. It was… nice. In a way, Rey felt like a different person. She knew herself, and she knew the woman who felt like a social butterfly at the moment, and the two didn’t exactly align. If the world was normal, she would never have left ehs hop tonight, knowing that the weekly assignments hadn’t yet been finished.

“Need any help?” Rey said, eyeing the cooler, checking in to make sure that she wouldn’t be a burden. She could put down the beer she’d gotten earlier, and help out if Felix needed a hand, and she definitely would. 

“Ghosts… Wait, are there really ghosts out here? Because while it’s a bit creepy, it’d be so cool.” The feeling of not being alone was something Rey would never truly get used to. 

Rey knew the feeling. Ghosts seemed to be standing around every corner, phantom visions of the missing and disappeared. Rey wished so badly that Han were still around, that he wasn’t simply a ghost of Hermosa, a man still standing in the shadows and waiting for Rey to find him. Crazy. That’s what that theory was. “I’ll join you, then. You seem like you’ve got the  best spot.” 

Felix glanced down at the cooler and shook his head slowly (more out of laziness than anything else). “Nah, I got this. Actually shocked I got the lid to shut considering I tried to pack it with as much as I could.” He adjusted the grip on the cooler as he started the rest of the trek toward the spot he had waiting for him. “Come on, you can sit with me. Maybe I’ll even be nice enough and share my sandwiches with you.”

Free hand shoved into his pocket, his fingers fiddled with the marbles hiding away in there. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t on edge. Things had been weird for awhile now and Felix couldn’t get rid of the tension. It was becoming more and more apparent that he should have probably stayed home.

“You haven’t ever heard about the ghosts of Devil’s Ridge?” Felix questioned, big smile on his lips as he set the cooler down beside his blanket and moved to sit down. “You can’t be a true Hermosa resident without knowing about the ghosts of Devil’s Ridge. They’re the stories kids tell each other around the campfire, people whisper during sleepovers, and adults regrettably forget.”

Sitting down, he made himself comfortable with a beer in his hand and wide curious eyes on Rey.

“There’s quite a few ghosts, stories of those who’ve passed. There’s always the cliche tragic lovers, but my favorite? The story of the Blind Cat.”

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reysclcs:

Rey looked around and then up at the sky, expecting some profound discovery but instead finding the same stars she’d been staring at her whole life. They looked the very same as the ones she’d seen in Jakku, as the ones she’d seen on the roof of Han’s house the first day after she was adopted. The stars were constant, and Rey… Rey was constantly changing, her life filled with the exact opposite of monotony. She turned her head down and opened the back door of the old car she’d chosen to drive for the event: an old blue Mustang. 

She’s just glad she’d left Chewie at the house, too many people were around and Rey knew he’d have already lost his mind if he were here. She turns, and finds a person she knows well enough, marching over towards them with the blanket she pans on sitting on under her arm. 

“Hey!” Rey exclaims, “You have someone to sit with?” 

There had been a small part of Felix tempted not to go, to stay withdrawn in his apartment with the window open and Thalia in his lap as he sipped out of the wine bottle that he was sure had gone stale. Being social hadn’t been something he was keen on as of late, blamed mostly on the constant throbbing headache he’d had the past few days.

But Felix got himself out of his bed, dressed in his black jeans, maroon t-shirt, and black leather jacket to fight off the slight chill when the sun when down, and left to go to Devil’s Ridge. It wasn’t a place Felix would visit often, only if an adventure took him up that way. Lately, Felix hadn’t had a good adventure and it was starting to dig under his skin.

He’d gotten there when quite a few others had already arrived, Felix laying down a blanket and his other things as soon as he could to get himself a spot. He’d had to go back down to his car to fetch the little cooler he’d brought along with him (filled with bought sandwiches and a few beers and maybe a brownie or two that were hidden). It was on his way back that he ran into Rey, offering her up a lazy smile.

“Just me, myself, and I. And the ghosts of Devil’s Ridge.” Felix pointed over to his blanket. “I’m just sitting over there.”

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huntsgirlrose:

Rose’s lips simply curled up in a half smirk at his retort, nodding slowly with her eyebrows both raised before chuckling softly. “You might be, but I’m the one with the great legs, as you’ve so nicely pointed out,” she teased, one hand on her hip with that trademark wry smile on her lips. “Well what a wonderful day to avoid responsibility.” She was of course, being sarcastic. She rarely was so rough around the edges with other people, and she wouldn’t call this her “usual” self when she wasn’t around other people, but it was nice to know she didn’t have to be so proper all the time when she was around Felix. She could say something a little bit more “rude” and she wouldn’t receive a shocked gaze that would just annoy her further, thankfully. 

“Oh, well, okay.” She shrugged, knowing better than to push if someone was actually writing in their journal. Her career may be in art and she loved it, but her talent laid in writing if she had to have one that was considered “normal.” “Hey, I can turn those finger paintings into millions,” she said with a pointed look before letting out a scoff of solidarity. Rose was patient most of the time… but sometimes, the Creator really did like to test that, now didn’t He? Lately with her being on edge with Maurice’s disappearance and the lack of sleep she had been getting due to being Huntsgirl more often than Rose, some people were revealing themselves to be more taxing on her than before. “Well then I hope I’m not one of them, and if I am then it truly is tragic. I’m a delight.”

Oh boy did he try to keep that smirk from finding its way to his lips but that was impossible. And he tried to avoid taking another glance at Rose’s legs but that was a temptation he couldn’t resist. At least he was gentlemanly enough to quickly flicker his eyes back up to Rose’s eyes. “You haven’t even seen my legs. Who’s the say mine aren’t better? Give me a pair of daisy dukes and I’ll prove mine are better just by walking down the streets of Hermosa.” That enticed a laugh out of Felix, an easy smile. Funny enough, he would actually do it if someone told him to do it.

He patted the ground, inviting Rose to sit with him if she wanted before Felix took up his journal, flicking to an empty page. Pulling his pen from behind his ear, he pulled the cap off and started to write. “If you could do that, I’d owe you a million times over. Maybe then I could have a not-so-shabby place and hire a professional cook since the only thing I excel at cooking is burnt toast.” The memory of this morning’s meal was still a little too fresh in his mind.

After a moment he capped his pen back up and slipped it back behind his ear. “Oh dear, how tragic it would be to miss out on the glorious delight of Rose Martinez. Those poor people don’t realize just how dark their life is without you there. Lucky enough for me, I find you to be fairly not annoying. Congratulations, you’re a special snowflake in a group of only three people.” Turning his notebook to face Rose, he showed her the words he’d written down: ‘You’re lame but you’re pretty so you’re pretty lame.’

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Location: The Pink Palace Apartments

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Felix stands a distance away from the looming building, eyes narrow as he glances over the corners and shadows and wonders what other secrets lie behind the doors of the Pink Palace Apartments. Whatever they are, Felix wants nothing to do with them. Or so he says. It isn’t often that he comes to the land anymore, keen on staying away since he was younger and it became very apparent that it would be a good idea for him to stay away.

And then Ciggy Jones comes rolling into town and changes that effortlessly. Maybe it stems from his curious nature. Maybe it stems from his protective nature. Either way, Felix finds himself drawn to Ciggy and worries more than he probably should about her well-being. The Pink Palace Apartments wasn’t the best place to be with the secrets the lie behind closed doors and one particular person.

Felix takes a drag from his cigarette and finally makes the last trek to where he wants to go, prowling the edge of the garden to look at the flowers and bushes. “Oh Ciggy, come out and play,” he calls out to tease the other. 

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levimcqueen:

Great.

It was the cat whisperer.

“Don’t push yourself. To be social, I mean.“ Levi stood over the sprawled form of Felix, blocking the sun and casting a long shadow over his–were they friends? Not really. He really wasn’t sure where to slot the guy. But he sure knew how to label him: trouble.

Felix had managed to spot Levi during the really long, drawn out lunch break he wasn’t supposed to take while on his court mandated work duty in Radiator Springs. Who could blame him? It had been 90° that day. So, sure. Maybe Levi had slacked off and nabbed himself a milkshake. And sat in the AC for over an hour. He was pretty sure nobody would notice, but Felix had called him out on the truancy. Now Levi had to play nice. After all–he didn’t need his sentence getting drawn out any more than it already has.

A resigned huff of air, before Levi pointed a finger at the ice cream. “It’s about to drip on your pants, buddy. Don’t know how you plan to explain away wet spots.” 

Closing his eyes, Felix talks himself down from making a remark he shouldn’t and instead looks up at Levi. Slowly, his lips quirk into a smirk--similar to the one Felix wore the last time the two of them ran into each other. It had happened purely by accident, Felix ending up in the right place at the right time. Catching Levi slacking off rather than doing his actual work could have not been a big deal if it weren’t for the fact that a lot of damage had been done to Radiator Springs and it needed to be fixed before businesses suffered.

“Oh, I’m sure I could come up with something creative,” Felix says with a laugh tagging the end of it. He sets the ice cream down on the grass for his cat to have at while he pulls a napkin out from his pocket to clean his hands. “I hope you’ve been doing your work lately. It looked like you still had a lot to get done the other day.”

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reysclcs:

It wasn’t someone she knew. At the very least, they only seemed a little ticked off at Rey’s complete rudeness, but Rey could handle that. Anything was better than Susan, who always treated Rey awfully during her car’s monthly visit to Solo Automotive. Rey at least understood her at times, feeling that same sadness and feeling of hopelessness at losing a loved one. Everyone seemed to know that was why she was a little off her rocker, the loss of her husband hitting her harder than anyone could have predicted. But Rey honestly wasn’t thinking too much about the rude customers, focusing all of her attention to the man’s problem. 

“Screenching? Like, does it come from the engine or inside the car?” Rey asks, and picks up a rag, tucking it in the pocket of her overalls, “I’m sure we can help you here, I just assumed you were one of my coworkers, who should have been able to help you before you got to me. They’re all lazy as hell.” Rey jokes, smiling at the man and hoping she hasn’t lost his business. When they reach his car she looks it up and down, “Can you start it so I can figure out where it’s coming from?”

Felix hunches his shoulders, a pained expression at the thought of having to actually do something rather than just leaving the car in the care of Rey and finding himself something else that was more entertaining to do. Sighing, he digs his keys out of his pocket and moves over to the car. “It’s the inside I’m pretty sure. It just sounds like it’s ready to give birth to a miniature car or some shit.” Felix opens up the car door, sliding in and turning on the car. Like earlier, it roars to life before letting out a wailing screech and Felix just gesturing over the steering wheel as if to say ‘see it’s fucked’.

He turns the car off and slides out, shutting the door and walking over toward the front of the car. “Here’s the thing, I’m broke. If it’s gonna cost me an arm and a leg, I’ll probably just take it to the junk yard and buy a bike.”

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mordecaii:

Around four pm was always Mordecai’s favourite time; not too late, but not too early. In other words, one of the few times where he was a hundred percent awake. So although he didn’t care to join for the yoga activities going on at the park, he still appreciated today’s atmosphere. There was enough chatter so as to become one peaceful murmur, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the place. It was in moments like these where Mordecai would feel complacent; where he would forget that he was destined for something better, bigger than this.

“I’ll catch you later, Sam. Save me a cone, yeah?” With that, he patted the ice cream man on the back, flashed gun fingers and sauntered off. It wasn’t long until Mordo stumbled upon Felix. The very guy who had a rather amusing quip in response to Mordecai pointing out that he was lying on dog poop. What followed was a bit of playful back and forth. Felix was blunter, more sarcastic than most of Mordecai’s usual friends. But he still took a liking to him. He was different. “If it isn’t dog-shit-Felix.”

Despite his words, he flashed a grin to indicate that he was joking. “And yeah, dude, that does mean you’re going to have to be social,” he answered for his cat, a light chuckle following. Mordecai sat himself down next to Felix, and greeted Thalia with a soft pat. “So – lazy day huh? Telling from last time, I’m going to guess you’ve been here a while. You may as well take my job, bud.” Cue a crooked smile and an arched brow as he looked Felix’s way.

Mordecai. It was the newest addition to Felix’s little circle. Very little circle. That only occupied one other person in the form of a mischievous Peter who just seemed to have easily come into his life. Mordecai was well underway to doing the same exact thing. Felix wouldn’t admit to being thankful for both of the men coming into his life. He’d hate to give them both big heads.

Without glancing up from Thalia, Felix flashed Mordo his middle finger at the nickname, but there was an easy smile on his lips. “Every day is a lazy day in my world,” he remarked as he set the little ice cream cup on the ground for Thalia and looked over to Mordecai. “See, I’d do your job but the problem is that I’d be too tempted to just lay in the grass and sleep all day. Much better to just come here to do that and you can just be nice and make sure no one ever wakes me up.” If that were the case, Felix had a feeling that Mordecai would be the one coming up with creative ways to wake him up.

“When do you get off work, ass? Peter’s gonna need to be fed so I figured we can either rope someone into making us dinner or we can go hit up the dinner. Or, even better, you and Peter can make each other dinner while I get myself a nice greasy burger and fries while taking bets on which of you gets sick first.”

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elizabethdear:

She pouts at his response, hoping her sad eyes would somehow assist in the persuasion. Elizabeth clutches the flyers closer to her chest, but not before placing one on top of the box he carries. Eyeing the object, her frown is turned into a smile as she attempts to change the topic of conversation. “What do you have in there?” She asks, standing on her toes as an attempt to peak inside. Elizabeth is going to make him aware of everything that this shelter has to offer, whether he likes it or not. “Did you know that the shelter accepts boxes such as this one as a donation? Preferably full of supplies, but empty ones can have many uses as well.” She points to a photo on the flyer showing a litter of kittens resting alongside their mother inside a box lined with cloth. “Super cute, right? An old donated box serving a great purpose, proving it’s more useful than just gathering dust in a closet.”

Felix lets out a dramatic sigh, not entirely sure just how much he’s going to have to do to make it apparent that he doesn’t want anything to do with whatever it is she wants. He just wanted to do his job and then maybe go take a nap. Or just go to sleep for the rest of the day. “It’s a box of books for the library,” he mutters as he glances down at the donated books and then back at Elizabeth. He leans back and away to focus his eyes on the kittens and the mother cat, hating the clenching of his heart. Cats. Fucking soft heart. “Super cute. Amazing. Glorious. Maybe I’ll give you the box after the library is done with it. Or maybe I’ll just keep it for myself. Thalia likes boxes.”

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huntsgirlrose:

Rose heard the little comment and she couldn’t help but her smirk. What she lacked in height, she made up for in… the rest of her appearance, she supposed. Turning to face the voice, she found Felix and simply tilted her head with a raised eyebrow. “Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself. Well I wanted to get out of the office, but seems like we’re both outside now aren’t we? So what are you doing?” She asked with a slightly cheeky look before narrowing her eyes at his sprawling, which she assumed was him drawing. So many potential artists in this town, the beauty of art was all around her and god did she try to cling onto that, but it was hard when she tried to save the world of the ugliness at night.

That’s what she was avoiding anyways right? Going home meant a training session, and she’d rather the heat than to make herself go back into that mindset which unsettled her more and more. Not enough yet, of course, but soon enough she’d wonder how she ever could be the way she was. It was strange trying to keep all her identities in check, she wasn’t really sure which one was the real her but god was it the time? No, of course not. Now was the time for bubbly Rose that got along with even the most sarcastic of people. “Are you drawing something? Can I see?” She asked, curiosity apparent in her eyes. She didn’t think that perhaps Felix was wondering about Maurice’s absence. Rose herself tried not to think about it when she wasn’t being the Huntsgirl. She could pretend to be brave all she wanted but she knew she was terrified of finding out who exactly hurt Maurice. It made no sense.

Felix cocked his head to the side, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Not so bad myself, that just sounds like an insult. I’m fucking beautiful,” he made the motion of flipping his hair--as if he had much. Maybe one day he’d let it grow out and hair flips his way into people hearts. Nah. “I’m out here because I don’t like feeling like I’m in a cage and my apartment was becoming just that. Suppose I could blame it on the mess it is at the moment.” It wasn’t as if it was going to get cleaned up any time soon. Maybe he could convince Mordo or Peter to clean it if he could find something to bribe them with.

Her question directed his eyes over to his notebook and he shook his head as an answer. He wasn’t really sure if he wanted to tell anyone that he’d been thinking about Maurice. It wasn’t something Felix wanted to touch just yet, to really dive into. Not until he figured out if there was actually something to dive into. Felix’s belief and faith in the Creator was a complicated thing. He’d like to believe everything happened for a reason. If that was true, what was the reason behind Maurice. “No I’m not drawing, I’m artistically inept. I do paint whenever I can but it’s more like finger painting to make me feel better about the lack of direction my life seems to have and the fact that I’m surrounded by a vast amount of tragically annoying people.”

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huntsgirlrose:

It was a disgustingly humid day in Hermosa today, but Main summertimes were always hot. Rose had half a mind to take off her shirt right in the middle of town with no care to whoever would judge her, but she knew she was not quiet that bold enough when she was sober or on a hunt, of course. Currently, she was enjoying her day off in the sun trying to tan but she got over it really quickly. Why did she need to get more tan when other people would literally kill themselves for her skin tone? Bunching up her white shirt to her front to wring out the sweat, Rose was grumbling to herself as she got herself closer to the porridge, wondering if anyone back at the estates would care if she came back sopping wet in a futile attempt to cool down.

She really did not like this heat.

Delicately juggled on his lap sat a notebook with very little scrawling. Felix sat at the base of a tree in the porridge, horrid dry grass pressed against his jeans. It was far too hot out, a smothering heat that only made Felix feel suffocated and annoyed. But his apartment had become insufferable, closed in and a mess that he had no want to clean.

Felix tapped his pen against his chin, eyes glued to words scrawled on the piece of paper. Maurice. Wrench and Screws. Eyes glanced up toward the sky, narrowed slightly in a curious tilt. The Creator had always been something that Felix ignored largely. Not in any malicious way, but simply because it took effort to really think about his feelings on the matter. Personal adventures weren’t his forte. Closing the notebook, he tossed it onto the grass besides him and tossed the pen in his hand up into the air. He failed to grab it, letting it hit his leg and bounce off into the grass. When he glanced over, Felix noticed he wasn’t alone in the porridge. “Nice legs,” Felix calls out before his eyes lazily drag up to Rose’s face. “What in the world are you doing outside in this heat?” Stupid question considering he was outside himself. He’d take the heat over feeling caged.

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elizabethdear:

date: june 26th time: 10:33am location: little river park status: open

Manicured nails skimmed through the stack of adverts residing in her arms, the pile barely feeling lighter than it did two hours ago. She’s always had a way with words. Her tongue’s ability to craft phrases evoking intense emotions from others has forever been a talent of the girl’s. It’s no wonder the animal shelter Elizabeth has been volunteering at for the past three years has deemed her their official unpaid spokesperson. Doe eyes capable of sprouting tears on command while discussing the adversities stray kittens in Hermosa have to endure is a rare feat. Her fliers are usually gone and donation cup overflowing within two hours at Little River Park, but on this particular Monday morning the hundreds of passerby’s she’s observed were far from interested. The usual sun kissed flesh residing on her face was replaced with the blush of summer – a burn slowly but surely making its way down to her neck.

The generally serene girl is replaced with one who has known nothing but annoyance as no one seems to care about the pets in need as much as she does. Huffing a stray girl from her face, she crosses her arm, slightly wrinkling the papers underneath her firm grasp. The displeasure is soon replaced with determination as she’s decided that in order to receive at least two-hundred dollars in donations within the next hour, she’s going to have to be a little more confrontational. Brows furrowed and lips turned into a pout, Elizabeth makes her way directly in the path of the pedestrians walking by. Approaching a middle-aged woman jogging alongside her pooch, she strides in front of the two, stopping them. “I can see you’re an animal lover.” She mentions to the blonde woman, currently jogging in place. Receiving no response, she continues. “If so, how can you live with yourself knowing there are hundreds of animals even more precious your pure-bred puppy who are dying of starvation, heart worms, and many other avoidable illnesses, all which could be solved with the help of a small donation no more than five dollars?” Liz mentions to the unsuspecting woman, thrusting a flier into her hands. “Have a nice day!”

The tactic of preying on one’s sympathy may be a bit sadistic, but it’s proven to work through the means of commercials consisting of sad animals paired with emotional country music. Flies are starting to swarm Elizabeth as she wipes the beads of sweat forming on her forehead with the back of her hand, pondering how she really would rather be anywhere else in the world right now. However, the cause she’s fighting for is much larger than her own desires. The search for another being to enlighten is cut short as a body passes right by her, their shoulders just barely missing. A pastel acrylic taps them on the nape of the neck as they’re greeted by an ivory smile and voice raised an octave to emphasize the apparently lacking enthusiasm. “Hi! Are you interested in being educated about the immense yet preventable hardships hundreds of thousands of animals across the country are currently being forced to face?”

“Oh would you be such a dear Felix and fetch those books from the elementary school?”

A simple favor asked had Felix walking his way toward the elementary school for the sake of his job. The library has always been on of his favorite places to spend time, the quiet allowing Felix to relax entirely and the numerous books letting his lose his mind in the down time. The catch? It requires him to stay in the walls of the library. Going out into Hermosa to run errands isn’t in his job description but he can’t really complain.

He did stop for a quick bite to eat--and by quick meaning a 30 minutes detour to eat a burger and drink down a whole milkshake. His eyes lazily glance at his phone to check the time before he finally gets himself back up to make the trip to the school. Felix collects the box of books waiting for him, the book drive an apparent success considering it took more lifting than he thought to carry the box.

The trek back turns out to be much less fun with no burger stops, but he decides to cut through the park to maybe stop and bother Mordo for awhile. Big mistake. Halfway through his trip, Felix nearly drops the box but manages to catch it just in time. A passerby was nice enough to pick up a book that had fallen and place it back into the box. But Felix starting back on his trek manages to nearly run into someone else. Okay time to just get back.

The tap to direct his attention makes Felix close his eyes, annoyance flickering across his features before he turns back around. It becomes very clear that Felix ran into the wrong person. “I’m gonna go with...no. And your little fliers most likely won’t do anything about it, sweetheart.”

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reysclcs:

date: june 25th time: 3:22 pm location: solo automotive status: open

It was quiet outside. The day had been long, yet Rey was still sitting in the office of her company, groaning at the things that still needed to be done before she could go home. Her overalls were already covered in oil, and she knew that as soon as the workday ended, there would be another rush and she’d be forced to change some poor schmuck’s oil, instead of getting the financials done.

She groans as what she presumes is a worker knocks on the door and opens it slowly. 

“What?” Rey barks out, and turns, seeing that it’s not one of her employees but instead a customer. “Shit, sorry about that?” She offers, “What can I help you with?” 

Could always leave it for thing one or thing two to take to fix... It had been a very tempting consideration to leave it for his two friends while giving them a pile of cash to cover the cost. At least then Felix could sleep his way through the day or find something much more entertaining. Like taking care of his plants. But no, Felix figured it would probably be better for him to be productive. He had to pick up dinner anyway, it wasn’t like he was going to be able to cook.

So Felix gets himself into his car, turning it on with hopes that it wouldn’t be a dick to him. Somehow though he manages to make it to the automotive shop closest to him and parks the car. Getting out, Felix looks around to see if he can see anyone that could help him but at the apparent lack of an individual he sighs and saunters his way to a door, knocking. Having someone yell at him wasn’t exactly the greeting he expected but he shrugs his shoulders nods behind him. “My car is being a royal dick and screeching at me every time I turn it on. But if you’re cranky, I can go somewhere else.”

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Time: 4:35 pm

Location: Little River Park

Status: Open

Morning. The sun had filtered through the window, the slight breeze had blown the curtains into the room. Thalia slipped in from the window sill, pawed her way up to the bed to nudge Felix’s arm where he still laid in bed asleep. It took a few more minutes, excessive meowing, and a bite to his ear to get him out of bed. A lumbering mess, he’d stumbled to his bathroom to do his morning routine while debating if he felt like burning bacon and toast for breakfast. Charcoal never really tasted good. Felix settled on cold pizza for breakfast and left his apartment with Thalia at his heels.

Afternoon. There had been a laundry list of things that Felix needed to do that he was very much so not getting done. Instead, Felix had taken his sweet time wandering around, visiting friends, and buying Thalia an ice cream cone. It’s how he ended up finding his way to Little River Park--a frequent favorite.

Felix glances at his phone to check the time, realizing that nothing was going to get done and it would just be another lazy day. Oh well. He finds himself a patch of dry grass in the sunshine to sit down, ice cream cup held in his hand. Thalia clambers up onto his lap, licking away at the vanilla ice cream as if it was the best thing in the world. “Eat up, I know you’re just gonna wonder on off to do whatever it is you do when you’re gone.” Felix would never say he owns Thalia. She comes and goes as she pleases. “That means I’m going to have to be social, doesn’t it?” He mumbles aloud. He could imagine looking a bit crazy right now.

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Denny's: Hi! We're having a special deal for couples today!

Felix: bro dont do it -

Mordecai: WE'RE DATING.

Peter: YUP ALL THREE OF US