keep on howling.

Ind. & Private & Selective Sean Diaz of LiS2. Protected by Sam.

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                                                         Threw my wishes in a fountain,                                        Deep down under where I found them.                      Three, two, one, but who’s countin’ ‘em ?

   Semi-selective Sean Diaz from Life is Strange 2. Independent and Mutual Exclusive.

                                                                                  ♡ & ↺ ok !!

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dcnerunning.

  the few raps at her front door are nearly missed by the running water coming from kitchen sink, quick to dry her hands as soon as she hears the little jingle coming from her phone. eyes scan the message and clementine couldn’t help but chuckle, appreciative of sean’s efforts to keep her worries to a minimum. it had been a few days since they last seen each other in person, though his texts or calls eased any additional concern for his well being. thankfully, there wasn’t anything dangerous going on as of late—  except for some strange valentine fiasco? as long as he was safe, that was all she could ask for.

  making her way to the entrance, it takes only a few seconds for her to open the door, welcoming him with a growing smile on her face.“ hey sean. i didn’t expect to see you so soon. “ glancing down at the screen of her phone, her lighthearted expression falters, realizing what time it was. “ or… maybe i just lost track of time. no work today? “

    He should be used to seeing her by now, but he still isn’t. It takes him a second to collect his thoughts, feeling like he literally dropped his marbles and has to scramble to scoop them all up again. It still hits him, the memories of the forest, the sketches of her and Finn and Cassidy and AJ that are still in his sketchbook are old memories, but clear as the sun in the sky. “Oh, my bad I’m a little early, it didn’t take me as long to find a car as I thought it would.”

    He motions to the car parked on the street, nothing fancy by any means - it looks old and well used, but he still plans to return it as soon as he can. “But nah, I got the day off.” No reason to mention he’ll have to work double tomorrow, but Clementine is worth it. “I guess now’s a good time to admit that I didn’t really plan anything specific... I figured we could go get dinner somewhere, then maybe see a movie, or if you’re up to it we could go for a walk in the park. Snow’s finally starting to melt, and it isn’t supposed to be too cold tonight. But I’m up for whatever, and we can decide later, too.”

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Always stuck in the PAST,     ignoring the PRESENT– I have no FUTURE to live for

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 i’m TEACHING MYSELF now.   //   i’m not a KID anymore.  — inspo by: this fanart.

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“It’s bigger in my home city.” Bruce says with a small shrug as he gives the building a brief glance before his sight lands on the awed expression of the teen. The look of wonder brings a small smile to his face, it makes him think of the first time Dick laid eyes on the Batcave. Bruce slips his hands into his pockets as he walks Sean around the lobby area. 

“Only if you want to, it would pay much more than where you work now but it’s more important to feel comfortable in your place of work. It’ll be a place you have to spend a lot of time in.” Pausing, he looks down at the boy and pulls his hands out of his pockets. “You may want to put a little more on your resume than running errands and hot-wiring cars though. What would you feel comfortable doing? What do you want to do?”

    Of course it is. He doesn’t vocalize the thought, though the look on his face and the sigh he looses almost certainly give him away. How do people even get this rich? If only he’d had a fraction as much as Bruce, he and Daniel would’ve been set for life. 

    “Yeah... I mean, I’m sure it wouldn’t be that bad. I haven’t exactly worked for the best people... My first job wasn’t so bad.” He smiles briefly, thinking back to when he was at Z-Mart, and how Lyla had written on his name tag. He does his best not to think too much about it, though. The last thing he needs is to get all emo worrying about Lyla, but Bruce offers a great distraction. “I... don’t really know. I know some stuff about car mechanics... my dad taught me. Other than that, I’m not some sort of super genius with business or anything. I’m... really, I’m just an artist.” It sounds lame put like that, but Sean isn’t one for ego or pride. He lifts a hand, tugging loosely at the string of his hoodie. Working in a place like this seems way out of his depth, but Bruce seems like a decent guy, and it couldn’t hurt to give it a shot. “I’m a hard worker, though. And I’m sure I could learn just about anything here with a little time. All I’ve really done for work before coming here was retail and, uh... trimming.”

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@dissector , it’s nice to meet you .  maybe .

    Sean has already been here for over two months, and nothing’s changed. Not really. He’s still the same mess he’d been back in Arizona, Daniel isn’t here, neither is anyone he knows aside from Clementine. And Clem is... an entirely different subject, one that he barely has the energy to focus on. He finds himself sat at the park, deep in thought as he sketches. His hood is up, headphones are in, and he’s created a sort of makeshift safe space. Tempted as he is to hole up in his room, there’s still work that needs doing, designs that need drawing, and hundreds more places to tag.

    He’s in the middle of a tag idea when he feels something... off. He looks up from his sketchbook with the fifth or sixth sweet treat of the afternoon halfway to his mouth only to find himself with somewhat of an audience.

    Sean attempts to move his sketchbook away with some semblance of subtlety, knowing full well that with the dozens of places he’s already marked with a pair of wolves, it wouldn’t be easy to explain why he’s drawing something so similar. Granted, there are worse crimes than graffiti, he’s already been caught more once and isn’t interested in a repeat. “Can I uh...” His eye narrows and he sets the candy back in the bag at his side in favor of removing one of his earbuds. “Can I help you ?”

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     ah, he did look like quite the cop. lars said it himself—maybe he should wear some more of his plain clothes. it was hard to break from his typical uniform. ❝ oh, i’m sorry, please carry on. i’m much more interested in the art than the—crime. ❞

     it makes him think of his trip to jericho, matching a map on his hand with sprawling art amongst ruins, scanning for the evidence of deviants [ and the corpses those who had failed ] along the way. he wonders who the first deviant was to create the path to the android safe haven. the glimpses of graffiti in his memory felt different now. something about the boys urgency made him think this might be some kind of a  message, too. connor steps to the side slightly to look past the street, as if keeping watch. no threats in sight. yet. this location was a little bit courageous. 

     ❝ what does it mean? why do you need to finish it? ❞ he questions with a quirked brow, hands knitted behind his back. he occasionally peeks back around the corner. connor was a fairly good judge of character—and this kid didn’t seem like a threat. they were all hostages [ or simulations, connor hasn’t decided which is more probable ] under this strange city, after all. pending a decent explanation, connor could easily keep an eye out for him.

    When he speaks, Sean blinks a few times in surprise. Is he being genuine? He relaxes just slightly, still prepared for things to go south and not at all prepared to turn his back to this stranger, but he’s marginally less stressed now than he had been. Certainly doesn’t mean he trusts this guy, though. But... if he is a cop, and he hasn’t recognized Sean by the eye patch and hoodie, maybe he doesn’t know about Seattle or Arizona.

    “It’s a wolf.” He motions briefly to the art in progress, the first wolf nearly finished, with the second barely outlined. “It’ll be two... you’ve maybe seen them around? Two wolves, and ‘Enano 324.’ For my brother. He’s not here, but in case he shows up, I want him to be able to find me. He’s never had a phone, and I just wanna make sure he’s okay.” Sean turns back to the graffiti with a sigh, knowing full well this is all probably for nothing. Daniel might never end up here. After everything that happened, knowing how he’d ended up safe and in a good place, it’d be better if he didn’t. “Maybe it’s a waste of time, but... I feel better this way.” He turns back to face the man, lifting his empty hand to scratch nervously at a scar on his neck. “You’re a cop or something right ?  Maybe some kind of business man ?  Just please don’t rat me out. I don’t... I can’t deal with the cops. Not about this.”

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@dcnerunning​ , it’s amazing to see you again .

    Honestly, he’s nervous as can be. He’d made it a point to be busy on Valentine’s Day because he’s still not certain what to do about his feelings. Sean isn’t exactly over Finn, he’s not sure he’ll ever fully be over Finn, but he knows that how he feels about Clementine is similar. it’s way more real than Jenn; and, truthfully, it’s scary. What if something happens again? What if the law catches up to him and he ends up back in jail? But then... what if he never says anything and loses his chance?

    He strolls up to her door looking far more confident than he feels and knocks with what he can only assume is an awkward, nervous smile. Quickly, he lifts his phone up and sends a brief message, just to reassure that it’s only him. She’s been through a lot, and the last thing he wants is to stress her out. Once she figures out he hot wired a car for their afternoon, Clementine might be stressed enough as it is.

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@harliquinn​​ , it’s nice to see you again . 

    “Hola, Harley !” Sean’s greeting is muffled slightly by a three-quarters empty bag of chips, and nearly drowned out by the laughing of hyenas rushing to the door to greet their mom. “You’re back earlier than I thought you’d be. Did it go well ?  Wait, don’t answer that.” Sean likes Harley, but he really doesn’t want to know what sort of wild crime she gets into. “Bud and Lou missed you, and I almost missed this bag of chips. Hope you weren’t saving them for something, but I’m pretty sure I’m still growing. Gotta keep up my energy, you know.” He reaches for the remote, turning down the volume on the cartoon in favor of having a conversation.

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@devespertilio​​ , it’s nice to see you again .  

    “So... you really own this place ?” Sean’s eye is unabashedly wide as he stares at the building in awe. It’s incredibly neat and well put together - not to mention absolutely gigantic. Instantly he thinks of New York City, and he’s all but blown away. “The whole thing ?  And you really think I could work here ?  Qué locura... I don’t know what I’d even have to offer. I’m good at running errands I guess, and I know how to hot wire a car, but that’s about it.” He raises a hand, rubbing at his shoulder nervously. He’s no thief, no criminal by choice, but considering how the two of them met, Sean is surprised that this guy would trust him in a place like this. 

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@devianstability​ , it’s nice to meet you .  maybe .

    It had been far too long since Sean did anything, and even if he had been stuck here months, he wasn’t giving up hope on finding Daniel. That’s why he’s ended up here at the police station. What better place to tag than where Sean would’ve ended up? He’s halfway through a graffiti wolf when he gets the feeling someone’s watching.

    Of course... some guy in a suit... probably a detective or investigator or something. Slowly, he lowers the spray can and stares directly into the stranger’s eyes, determined not to back down. “Just let me finish this, then I’ll go. I don’t want to run or fight, but I need to finish this.”

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  Okay, I’m finally back after an inconveniently extended hiatus, and I plan to drop all of my previous interactions. If you’d like a starter, please like this post! This will be uncapped for mutuals, and I may write starters for non-mutuals, but they will be selective.

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scullcss .

Her eyes never leaves that brown one. His eye, despite him being alive and all, it looked so….sad. Like he was exhausted, the world was on his shoulder and he was just COMPLETELY tired. He held himself together though. No matter how heavy those boulders were on his shoulder, he managed to stay strong. She wonders how, wonders what keeps him moving. 

“Pirates break the rules all the time,” She says agreeing to him. 

Yeah, this guy was a big brother. That gave her the assumption that perhaps this little sibling was the one that kept him moving no matter how tough things got. 

“Sean. I won’t call you Mr. Pirate, so you can call me Mirae.” She had encountered a few people who pronounced her name awfully wrong and so here she goes saying, “Mee-Reh.” 

  “Mirae.” He tests the word, making sure to follow the example pronunciation she had given, then nods in a silent sort of confirmation. “It’s a really pretty name, it suits you.”

  He stands then, lifting a hand to gently pat the top of her head. “What sort of adventure do you want to go on ?  I was thinking we could look for treasure - there’s all sorts of cool stuff in trees.” There’s something about her that seems... different from average kids. She’s got a sort of tranquility about her, like she’s in a constant state of peace. Sean envies that, though he’ll never say as much. He does his best with what he has, and he takes life one day at a time. “But I bet you knew that, since you just came from that treetop. Did you see anything cool from up there ?”

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“hey…” there’s a bit of hesitation, but only a beat passes before clementine holds out a small gift box, wrapped with brown paper decorated in holiday related doodles she did in white ink, kept together with green&white twine. inside sat an adjustable three strand leather bracelet made with light brown and black cords. a tiny wooden wolf charm hangs in the center. “i didn’t have a lot of time and it’s not much, but… merry christmas, sean. thank you. for being here.”

  He looks at Clementine for a moment, then at the box in surprise. Truth be told, Sean had done his best to avoid Christmas aside from work - it’s tough celebrating the holidays without his family. “I… Can I open it now ?” Not that he waits for an answer before carefully pulling at the twine and doing his best not to rip the paper. He’s definitely putting that up on the wall by his bed later. 

  When he finally gets to the present inside, Sean’s empty hand moves to cover a soft gasp for just a moment, then immediately takes the bracelet out of the box. “Clem, this is…” Truly, he doesn’t have words to describe just how much it means to him. It’s a miracle he can hold back tears of joy. “I love it, and it’s perfect. Thank you.” A wide smile grows on his face, and he makes no effort to hold himself back from hugging her. “You’re stuck with me now, if you weren’t before. I’m never taking this off, and even if I find a way outta this city, I swear I won’t go without you.” He pulls away from the hug, all but beaming with slightly reddened cheeks.

  “You’re the best.”

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“hey sean. i wanted to give you something... to say thanks for being so nice to me.” ever so shy and with a smile, eri handed him a handmade christmas card from behind her back. the front had a christmas tree, which looks to have been drawn by a certain six year old along with a scatter of glitter in the colors of red, white and green. along with the holiday card, she might have snuck in a set of pencils (3) perfect for drawing as a gift. “i hope you like it... and merry christmas.”

  “Really, for me ?” Shock is clear on his face as he takes the gift, and upon examining it further, surprise turns into a sort of embarrassed joy. He’s going to be wearing glitter for a month, but it’s worth it for such a great gift.

  “Thanks, Eri. This is really sweet; but now I feel bad I didn’t get you anything… I’ll think of something, it’ll just be late.” Carefully, Sean tucks the card and the pencils into the pocket of his hoodie and gives her a warm (yet none too constricting, in case she’s not a fan) hug. “Merry Christmas to you, too.”

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