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ofsetfree:
“ i wouldn’t go that far i’d just say it went downhill.“ sofia shrugs gently, and there’s a soft shake of her head at who had been littering. “ i can’t believe people litter, it ruins the environment and is a crime too. “
“downhill don’t cut it anymore.” or maybe, that was just the cynic in him talking. he didn’t THINK so ; but his self awareness was pretty limited. “they don’t give a shit. they never have, so it’s easy to give less of one now. that’s all this is.”
just-jake-gyllenhaal:
“There was this one moment where Rachel McAdams, who plays my wife in the movie, she didn’t tell me what uh…what undergarments she was going to be wearing. And I started lifting up her dress in the scene and I say in the movie, ‘Wow.’ That was real.”
ft. @trvthurts !
“hey-” it’s closer to a bark than it is any KIND of greeting. his uniform on ( and looking mighty fine inside of it ), his arms crossed over his chest and his chin held a little too high, cris... was not the most DELIGHTED looking guy, for someone who was on duty and not behind a desk for the first time in a WHILE. “the city might be gone to shit, but littering is still a crime.”
ofsetfree:
“ oh the paint, yeah i was painting and needed some fresh air.“ tati has painted stained fingers, and paint stained clothes. it’s something she’s used to, and something she had missed. it clearly didn’t bother her, and truthfully ? to finish it she needed more inspiration. “ can only paint for so long and not need a break. it’s almost finished too, but it just.. it needs something. just don’t know what yet but when it does it’s going to look so beautiful.”
he didn’t even want to... say, what he had briefly believed the PAINT to be. that was really what all these events were doing to him. cris thought of himself as a logical being, and yet at this point, he would not have been shocked if he had a SITUATION on his hands. “i’m no artist,” he didn’t have a ‘but’. he was no artist. he was no poet. he had never been destined to being one of the GREATS, no matter what that was. “you probably have a better eye for all that than i ever will.”
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i really do hate that i’m doing him like this, but… netflix and chill. he’s just NOT the sort of guy who takes all that much to impress, and on the flip side, he isn’t the kind to go out of his way ( unless he’s REALLY trying ) to go above and beyond for a girl. give him some takeout, some beer, some garbage action movie or cheap thriller. he’d much rather hang out in his own apartment near to his own bed than he would fork out for something EXPENSIVE and stay overnight somewhere, to boot.
statuedome:
there would be plenty of time to regret being dragged to this event by bree later. yet she was young and deserved the chance to still experience the fun things in life. at least what others considered FUN, because fred had no idea what that word meant anymore. to him being cooped up somewhere with his books or at the beach was way more entertaining than being at a stuffy event. this wasn’t his time to complain though, he just had to suck it up and make it to the end of the night. one positive about all of this was that he had the chance to see how he was around a large group of people. fred always tried to be reason and caution before anything else, so if he felt his throat drying up he would just repel the HUMANS around him. it was a good idea in his head.
even though he wasn’t thirsty, at least not yet, he was still using his ability to his own benefit. bree had went on her own because she actually liked these gatherings and left fred to find for himself. that meant that he had to make sure he had at least a couple of feet of distance in the crowd. if someone would push themselves in front of him then they’d suddenly feel sick. his back was his weak spot though, his friend knew that and that’s how she’d approach him. he didn’t expect a child to be the one to reach his blind spot though, DAMMIT. now everyone was going to look at him and the cry had distracted him and made him forget about repelling everyone around him. fred turned around, trying to do so as slow as possible, to see what the hell even happened. it must not have been nice for someone that small to bump into someone that tough. fuck. “i - it’s okay, really.” maybe he needed to work on his communication skills, but he didn’t need to talk to people for most of his life. some doctors even thought he was selectively mute. “i’m sorry. i should have heard her coming.” it was ENDEARING to see that the little girl had someone that cared so much for her wellbeing. it was something fred had never experienced growing up. “is she okay?”
he had vivid memories of similar situations when he’d been growing up, except... when cris had disappeared, it had always been intentional. mariana de la cruz hadn’t meant to leave him behind, the time he’d hidden in a rack of clothes, but nevertheless... he had grown out of such tendencies quick, though that didn’t negate the fact he’d had them. thankfully, matilda wasn’t like him. she didn’t mean to cause him panic. she was just a CHILD, and children... could be thoughtless.
she was pretty hardy, but he supposed it must’ve been a rough fall ; her cries would’ve led him to her quick enough, even if his eyes hadn’t locked onto her. cris didn’t have it in him to be mad at the guy before him, even if he was so inclined to be. he seemed GENUINELY apologetic, and... concerned, he supposed was the word, for her welfare after the fact. it was most surely her fault, and putting any blame upon him wouldn’t be fair. “she’s fast,” he said, simply - absolving him of any responsibility for the collision, because he figured he should. rubbing small circles into her back and rocking her back and forth in the sort of way he hadn’t had to since she was a baby, cristian gave the other a sheepish kind of smile - allowing matilda to get it out of her system, even as he needed. “she’s a tough one, like her mum. she’ll be fine. you good, or do we gotta... exchange insurance numbers and shit?” a tiny twitch of the corners of his mouth were the only indication of JOKE.
ccarpenactem:
Billie had thought that perhaps the bright lights and seasonal festivities of the Winter Wonderland would pull her out of the rut she had been stuck in for the better half of a month. She had thought wrong. Everywhere she turned she saw parents doting on their children, lovers with their hands intertwined, groups of friends laughing over hot chocolate and warm apple cider. She felt that her loneliness might swallow her whole.
She was ready to turn away from the fun and head home for the night when someone bumped into quite aggressively. She was prepared to go off on the offender when she realized that it was not just a child, but one of her students. “Matilda!” She bent down to check on the tiny human. “Are you alright honey?” Matilda did not get a chance to respond before her father scooped her up. Billie stood up, her eyes never leaving Matilda. “It’s totally okay - I can’t say I blame her. It’s pretty excited around here, isn’t it?” Her question was directed to the child. The only times she didn’t feel lonely were those precious moments she got to teach and connect with her dance students. Kids had a way of providing much needed distractions from real life issues. She looked towards Cris. “"How are you? Having fun?”
there’s a moment where he CONTINUES to fret ; and then, there’s a spark of recognition. he knows the girl that’s crouched down before his daughter, not even just vaguely - he might’ve only dropped her for her lessons a handful of times, but the amount of love matilda had for them and for her teacher was enough to make her hard to forget. he’s already too far gone in the motion of picking her up to stop, but tilly isn’t half as shy as he’s sure she would have been with a total stranger ; elevating herself towards billie even in his arms, tiny voice piping up with a, “i’m ok.”
he’s not... good, with people. it’s kind of a character flaw of his, but... tilly really adored billie, and he REALLY adored her. if there was one thing his daughter had a huge influence on, it was how he perceived and responded to a select few other people ( opposed to the wide majority ), and he fixed a slight smile into place as he looked back at the younger, allowing tilly to respond, “daddy and i were on the ferris wheel!” so, her tumble was forgotten. or maybe, not forgotten, per say - but unimportant, compared to how desperately she needed to tell her dance instructor what she’d been up to. the fact she really was ok was a RELIEF. “we both are, aren’t we, bud?” matilda nodded, and he looked... slightly less pained than usual, admitting to the fact that he HAD been enjoying himself to a point. “you... here with anyone? or just solo enjoying your break from the grind?”
brokenxhalves:
Tali had been enjoying her break, taking in as much of the festival as she could sucking on a candy cane, carrying several others in her hands as she felt a loud weight crash into her leg. Eyes darting downward and a smile appearing on her face as she saw such a small child. She knelt down to stabilize the kid, offering them a candy cane a she saw (what she assumed was the girls father). She just shook her head, signalling no harm done. Scribbling quickly across her notebook, ‘kids will be kids, i don’t think I listened much at that age either.’
it was hard to tell whether she didn’t cry cause she was his kid, or because of the CANDY CANE that had appeared in her hands between him losing sight of her and him catching up. probably a mix of both, if he were to make a guess. gaia would surely kill him when he dropped her off, later, for letting her have so many sweets ; but if it saved him from having to work out how to deal with a freak out... so be it. “did you grow out of it?” it’s not even that much of a rhetorical, though he isn’t half as exasperated as the question implied. “know what age?”
irina-denali:
The night thus far had seemed to be going well for those attending the event. Irina was doing her best to look out for any troubles that might involve people ending up missing or worse yet dead. She couldn’t help but want to protect the humans around her because it was something she could do. One of the only things she could do without finding out more of what was causing the issue in the first place. The attention to the details of the crowd around her was the only thing that made her miss the signs signaling the small child headed straight for her. She felt the crash of the soft body into her legs and she did her best to lighten the blow but she couldn’t race to stop the child entirely. Someone would surely notice had she moved at inhuman speed to catch her. Instead she had to move at a pace that was excruciatingly slow and she did not save the girl from hitting the pavement beneath her at all. Irina was moving to help her up though when suddenly a man swept the little girl up and she had to take a step back to avoid crashing into him too.
“Oh well there is certainly no apology needed. I understand the need for adventure she must be feeling,” Irina answered as she smiled softly at the stunned little girl. “Matilda, was it,” she prompted the little one her attention almost completely on the adorable little child. “My name is Irina and I’m sorry I couldn’t catch you before you took that little tumble. I was getting very excited as well so I wasn’t watching my steps.”
not the biggest disaster they could have had. tilly wasn’t the kind of kid to burst into tears from a relatively minor fall, so at least he didn’t have to deal with THAT ( gaia was so much better at the waterworks ; he’d have panicked, if it had come to it ). cristian didn’t mean to be so... hurried, though, something that almost spelled disaster for him and irina. his thoughts were only on scooping her up. he didn’t think about the near collision that could have occurred, had she not been so quick on her feet.
“need for naughtiness,” he half corrected irina, half chastised his daughter - in response, she buried her face in his neck. he understood what she was going through. REALLY ; he did. it was a big world, and she was a little kid looking at it all with WIDE eyes. but he hadn’t enjoyed the spark of panic that had built up within him, the moment she disappeared from view. cristian only had a few good things in his life ; his daughter topped them all. “you wanna say hi to the nice lady?” he gave her a little jostle, but she only pressed her face in tighter ( her wild hair tickling his nose ). “she’s not actually shy,” she made a noise of protest, but didn’t prove him right, “you give her a second, she’ll probably come outta it.” he’s not GOOD with such things. thank you’s. niceties. “matilda, irina. irina, matilda. and i’m cris,” a quirk of his lips ; the most of a smile he ever really gave. “thanks. for being so good ‘bout it.”
dctriimcnts:
PEYTON had been excited about the festival from the second that she learned about it. festivals had been a big part of her childhood, so this was a chance for her to reminisce on her younger days. more than that though? she was excited for her daughter to experience her first festival. maisie was a toddler with a ton of energy, and giving her a place to run around, play games, and work off the energy was an ideal way to make sure that her daughter was worn out by bedtime. the hardest part about taking a toddler to an event this busy? keeping an eye on her. maisie was constantly go, go, go and it was hard enough for peyton to keep up with her in a normal place, but here? it was even harder. maisie had already escaped her parents’ sights a couple of times, but thankfully had turned around to find them again when she’d realized she’d gotten too far away. this time, maisie had wandered a fair distance from her mother and the moment that peyton found her, she was sitting on the ground in the middle of the crowd across from a little girl who appeared to be close to her age. “ there you are! ” she called to the toddler with a frustrated tone. to peyton, it looks like the toddlers had collided with one another, which caused the mother to quickly scoop her daughter up into her arms, checking that she was alright before turning to the other girl’s father. hearing his apology, she smiled softly and shook her head. “ it’s alright. believe me, i understand. maisie here has a track record of not listening at times herself. ” she admitted with a light giggle. “ is your little one okay? ”
he and gaia were lucky, really. in all the ways that COUNTED, matilda had taken after her mother - the most preferred outcome of the two of them reproducing, for sure. but in this scenario, tilly was just enough his daughter. the collision and subsequent fall might’ve made another kid cry, but she was made of HARDER stuff ; taking it on the chin, rebuffing his concern and beginning to squirm her way out of his arms almost immediately. she only minded being babied when she was in the company of peers. a little young, he thought, to be like that ; but he couldn’t forsake her.
“she’s good,” he used one hand to muss up her hair, earning himself a little grin and a GLARE before she took her little hand in his, deciding that unless she stopped the madness, that’s where it would be staying for the rest of the evening. “yours?” they seemed to be going through the same issue, so cris had some degree of sympathy. his next words were aimed at the two little one’s between them, “you girls have gotta learn to put on the brakes, next time, yeah?” tilly agreed with a little nod.
a winter wonderland was NOT cristian’s idea of a fun time ; plain and simple. he wasn’t the kind of grinch who had lost his childlike wonder over time and reverted into one, as an adult - even when he was a kid, he hadn’t LOVED the holidays. there were a couple ones, and then the holidays in general had become a... reminder, of sorts, of the life he hadn’t gotten to live. it had always been pointless to him, and he had always resigned himself to the way he WAS - but then matilda had come along, and no matter how low on the measure of fun the wonderland ranked ( somewhere below having a tooth pulled ), he would do anything for his kid. seeing HER face light up in joy was enough for him to feel good about their chosen activity.
the trouble was, she was a little kid in a CROWD. the atmosphere alone was enough to wind her up, and she had eaten copious amounts of chocolate over the course of the evening. of course she was running ahead of him, in spite of the fact that he had already told her to stay close. of course she was pushing her little legs as fast as they could go, weaving around the adults, dodging his line of sight a couple times in her plight - and of fucking course the crowd chose THAT moment to close in. “tilly-” he called, sharply ; but it was too late. she was lost to him. it was only a couple of moments. cris broke into something close to a sprint, and he pushed past the wall of people with some force. his frantic dad gaze was searching for her little mess of CURLY hair, and he called to her a couple times before he heard her cry ; she’d run into someone. probably full force, to cause her to have fallen so abruptly down. “matilda, i told you to STOP running-” he was there scooping her up in an instant ( she hadn’t been gone long, but the relief was evident from his EXPRESSION ), looking up to who she’d bumped into. apologies... not his strong suit. “sorry ‘bout that. she doesn’t listen.”
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"august.” the sight of the other’s figure bent over the morning newspapers isn’t unusual to cristian, at this point, though he wished that for just one day, he would take a BREAK. if not for his OWN sanity ( which had to be wearing thin ), then for the sake of keeping peace. there were members of the seattle police department who didn’t much care for august’s presence, at least not right now. he hadn’t been formally charged, even questioned - but it was on the cards so long as his innocence was unsure, and cristian...- he didn’t want to SEE the guy get got, just because he got in the way of the wrong people on the wrong day. he takes a sip of bitter coffee, and he forces himself to try and be... empathetic. “anything sound like her?”
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