nothing worth having comes easy;

Dominique McClain. Though most people call me Dom. I'd prefer it as well. Daughter to Kat. Partially finished with college, Biology major.

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mbozorgi:

❝  yeah, a student.  ❞  the woman took a moment to think thoroughly for a response to the other’s inquiry.  marina gestured her forearms over the table but near herself and in no one’s face as if she was trying to give an adequate clarification.  ❝  well, as you can see, my studying habits haven’t been forgotten.  ❞  she kindly revealed her notes to the younger figure.  coming from a detective, that wasn’t the best response but if she understood what she was trying to convey, then she’d genuinely be surprised.  ❝  i know that’s not a good answer — i’m sorry — but you’re never too old to learn. no matter the age, and i guess that’s what i’d like to believe.  ❞  the older woman shrugged her shoulders, trying not to make too much of it, almost with a whispered ‘i don’t know’ to herself afterwards.

she takes in the notes. the structure and amount of detail makes her giddy. “well, i admire you keeping old habits. some habits are good to maintain despite time passing.” she spreads her lips into a soft smile. “what are all these notes for? are you a teacher? because if it’s college level, i’d definitely be interested in sitting in a class.” she’s normally not so intrusive, but she’s interested. notes like these... they’re definitely for something important. something elaborate. or maybe this lady’s studying to pass the bar? the possibilities are endless.

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cassandramaythorne:

cassandra’s eyes widened when she heard the actual math. “ guess i should make some friends, huh ? “ she laughed, although there was a tinge of seriousness to it. she didn’t know how in the hell she was going to make that kind of money. going back into her book, she took her pen and re-did the math. it turned out that dominique was correct. “ how the fuck ? “ she muttered to herself, re-doing the math over and over again. no wonder why only the wealthy could get more wealth. cassie was royally screwed, by all measures. “ nah, it’s cool. i’ll just increase my work load and tutor more. it’s not an issue. i mean, sleep is for the weak, right ? “ cassie asked. she wasn’t kidding. when cassandra maythorne was on a roll, she was a perfectionist, a workaholic, and nothing could stop her. however, the concern was not whether it was plausible, but rather whether it was healthy, and that it was not.

she’s wary, she’s familiar with that tone. she herself was guilty of it constantly once a upon a time. senior year of high school, freshman year of college... her whole life, basically. “i mean... i’m all for hard work, but as someone who’s just as invested in trying to achieve their goals, i must say that rest is necessary... despite the utter amount of time it takes.” she chuckles softly, her hand finding the nape of her neck. she doesn’t want cassandra to fall into the same hole she did. the long nights, scribbling in her notebook till the fresh rays of the sunrise seeped into her room, the headaches. “as much as you may want something, it’s important to keep your health in mind,” she tries gently. “what’s the finish line if you’re not completely present to experience it?” the straight a’s meant little when she’s passing out and being sent to the hospital for dehydration and sleep deprivation. “it’s best to approach things steadily,” is all she can really say.

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hauntgarzas:

            it  never  seemed  so  FAR -  FETCHED  to  her .      it  seemed  natural  ,      something  that  she  couldn’t  help  believe  since  a  younger  age .        she  didn’t  SUPPORT  what  the  town  was  doing  ,       she  didn’t  support  the  attention  they  were  receiving  due  to  the  rumors  and  the  memorabilia .      her  beliefs  were  now  MOCKED ,   used  to  exploit  the  townspeople  into  attending  tours  of  the  town  they  grew  up  in .         to  bring  in  tourists  ,        desperate  for  a  GLIMPSE  at  the  small  town  life .        of  how  the  media  dragged  names  through  the  mud  to  get  a  story .           ❝    because  sometimes  you  can  do  nothing  but  believe .          i  would  NEVER  support  the  way  the  mayor  is  acting  ,       nor  will  i  ever  make  fun  of  people  who  believe  that  the  girls  are  just   –     missing .       ❞

“so... let me get this straight: you do believe that something more is going on but you don’t think the girls were abducted by aliens?” she asks, a little hesitantly because it is sensitive territory. she finds that more plausible -- to believe the girls were most certainly kidnapped but not abducted by aliens. dominique can accept the idea of someone believing the ‘supernatural’ more in that case. she herself doesn’t by into the belief but she tries to keep an open mind to those who do.

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diana-lawrence:

“It’s a very unique skill,” Diana chuckled. “Too much water? It’s a possibility, I guess. Maybe I’ll try cutting down, and hope for the best. Next time I’ll get a goldfish, cause I at least know you can’t over water those.”

“A cactus killer and funny. I swear, the freshmen get more interesting every year.“ She lets out a fond chuckle, smile on her face. “Well, if it’s a goldfish you’re getting, I have much better experience with those. And spoiler alert: they can die of obesity.”

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cvrdclia:

Cordelia rolled her eyes at the girl’s first words. “Because attracting a pre-teen’s attention is so hard these days.” The brunette spoke, sarcasm lacing her words; perhaps some day her biting words would come to kick her in the ass — karma would take care of that — but for now, she would enjoy how powerful her words seemed to be sometimes. “Thank you. Perhaps I’ve had too much practice.”

“you are very pretty, so i don’t doubt it,” she lets out all too casually... before she catches herself. eyes widen. that was... yeah, she needs to keep to herself. dom relaxes her panicked gaze and suddenly gets all the more interested in her notes. just keep to yourself, mcclain. she traces over the page header she’s already written so clearly just to have something to do.

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cassandramaythorne:

“ ah, adult lite. i think i’ve done that one before. “ cassie jokes back, sticking her tongue out, before proceeding to go back to her work. “ well, i don’t have that much work left. tell you what, let’s do some simple math. if the building costs one-hundred thousand dollars, i currently have ten-thousand in my bank account, and i make nine dollars an hour, how many hours will i have to work, in order to gain the extra ninety-thousand dollars ? i’m thinking maybe one-thousand more hours. i work around ten hours a day, so i should be able to get the exact money in around one-hundred days. what do you think ? “ cassie asked, reading off the notebook. she wasn’t exaggerating, either. those were the literal prices. she had no idea what she was in for.

dominique’s eyes widen. while she did keep up with that, there’s a sudden concern imminent within her for cassandra. “um... while that isn’t incorrect..?” okay, maybe it was? she’s trying to be nice. it’s... well, some work could be put into her logic. “you do need to factor in day-to-day living,” she points out. “you know, food? general human things that keep said humans alive?” she can’t help but giggle. “but i mean, you’re definitely looking towards the right direction.” there’s a crease in her forehead but the smile on her face outshines it. it’s a little silly but she can see how much cassandra wants it. this vision for herself to come alive. be real. “if we’re coming at this like a grade school math equation, you get 9 dollars an hour and you work 10 hours a day so that’s like 90 bucks a day? you’ll need to work for a thousand more days to get to 90,000 dollars. and that’s if you don’t spend any of it at all.” 

[naked--thoughts]

I broke my rules for you, isn’t that enough?

[archbudzar]

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mbozorgi:

if there was one place where marina found comfort in, it was bob’s bakery.  it’s the only place where she comes to focus on her notes and of course, the city’s case.  when did marina last sleep?  she couldn’t remember herself, but it must have been over a week.  in her book, especially now, there was no time for sleep or rest. she picked up her tea and a pastry at the counter before taking a seat at a table nearby.  she sighed softly as she plumped herself on the chair, taking out her laptop and an envelope filled with notes from the case.

marina closed her eyes for a couple of minutes before proceeding to look at the details of the case.  being one of the few detectives in town, she promised to keep her beliefs to herself; as she always has.  the woman had gone through a lot of impressions lately and she found herself to believe the implausible.  however, marina was not one to jump to conclusions either.  she was somewhat of a perfectionist and it reminded her of her time in college.  the routine she had while going to school had stuck with her since then.  it was something she was thankful for, to say the least.

looking up from the notes she had laid on the table, she looked directly at the person that spoke to her.  a compliment that she never suspected coming, actually.  ❝  oh, it’s not weird at all.  thank you !  very much appreciated.  ❞  she paused momentarily,  ❝  i guess i’m, to an extent, a student even now.  ❞

“a student?” she echoes. she was never the best judge of ‘age’. though instead of embarrassing herself the most immediate way possible, she goes the more appropriate route and asks: “how so?” in a manner that’s so genuinely inquisitive. she is intrigued. truly. notes like that warrant her captured interest. her head tilts to the side as she looks on.

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cassandramaythorne:

cassie continued laughing at dominique’s humor. “ coldbrook university ? what grade are you ? “ cassie asked, furrowed brows and a smile on her face. “ i just like to go here to focus. i’m just doing some math for expenses. you know, super adult stuff. “ cassie shrugged, a sigh escaping her lips. she didn’t mind doing the extra work. she loved it, actually. however, in the heat of the moment, it seemed much more complicated than it actually was.

“i’m a junior,” she answers with confidence. it’s one of the few things she’s completely sure of. “ah, super adult stuff. i’ve heard of it.” she surprises even herself that she manages to joke. “i’m only doing the semi-adult version at the moment,” she continues, gripping the strap of her bag for a little... ease. “do you need any help?” she then goes on to ask. because, of course she does. “i... well, i did plan to take business management originally so i’m somewhat familiar with the math and concept of it all. i’m not particularly as practiced in it, but i’ll put a buck or two on me still knowing something of use..?” her tone’s hopeful. though, inside, she’s unsure whether she actually wants cassandra to take her up on it or not. it would require a commitment on her part to this interaction with a delayed chance of exit, which is something one shouldn’t even be thinking about while talking to a person, but it was difficult to break habits.

[lovelustquotes]

They called her naive for believing in the good in people. But she was just a loving soul, who thought that even monsters needed someone, who truly believed, they were angels once and they can be it again. And yes, maybe that was naive, but this world needed people like her.

Veronika Jensen

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Belle teaching a young girl how to read (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 

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cassandramaythorne:

cassie just watched as dominique tried to put together words to say.  she couldn’t blame her. the cold winter air could sometimes freeze your brain slightly, rendering your actions slightly delayed. she figured it was no different there. “ hey ! well, uh, i’m human and i’m doing good, how about you ? “ cassie chuckled. she didn’t think too much of it, she greeted townspeople all the time. dominque was just one more person to get to know. it was a difficult feat for an introvert, but a possible feat, no less.

all dom could do is compensate with an airy chuckle. at least cassandra takes her social faux pas in stride. “also human. though, probably more of the embarrassing kind,” she jokes (partially). self-deprecation was a popular form of humor wasn’t it? “and i’m well,” she continues on more positively. “i’m just on my way back from the college, actually.” she nods, taking in cassie’s appearance. “um... what are you up to?” she then asks. it just seems right, like a natural step in the correct direction.

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jamiealderman:

“so the mayor is really going ahead with this.” clearly, she was not impressed with the mayor’s poor attempt to get back into the citizens good graces. of course, her pessimism didn’t help. “doesn’t he think he should be addressing that there are girls missing instead of holding dinners for the press?” 

she’s staring at the poster with a sigh. "it would be naive to think it, but maybe this time he’ll finally talk about the girls..?” it’s futile. practically everyone in this town can see through mayor grant’s facade. everything’s a ploy. “i suppose on the bright side, if you attend, it’ll be easier to catch him on the spot and call him out.” the brazen idea surprises even herself once she utters it. part of her definitely needs to ‘get it out of her system’ as some people have said. either that, or these savage musings might get out of hand. keeping quiet simply isn’t something her mind wants to settle for anymore, it seems.

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cassandramaythorne:

@mcdominique

the conversation the two had earlier in the week after cassandra had first come back was awkward, at best. however, it made cassie realize that she didn’t quite know everyone in the town as best as she could. in a town so small, that slightly bothered her. therefore, when she was on a park bench and saw the familiar face, she couldn’t help but walk over towards the other girl. “ dominique, right ? “

“oh, um-- cassandra! hi--?” she’s definitely a little taken. she disregards whatever she was rummaging for in her satchel and widens her lips into a congenial smile. was it possible to feel so warm in the face when it was this cold out? she blows a quick breath of air through her lips, steeling herself for this interaction -- one she hopes she doesn’t utterly butcher like last time. she had to text aaden about it for at least 20 straight minutes before she felt like she could face people again. “um, how-- what are you-- um--” oh no. “how’s it going?” she settles. she wants to squeeze her eyes shut and evaporate.

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cvrdclia:

Cordelia couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle when she heard the teenager boy trying to act all smooth and failing —- and he even sounded a little bit sexist, so that was the cherry on top. “Look, tween,” the brunette began; she really had no qualms with being a bit of a bitch to a pre-pubescent meninist in the making, “why don’t you go back to your bros and tell them how I turned you down good? I’m not in the mood.” Coco ended her reply with a sharpness in her tongue that could cut diamonds. As the boy left, a scoff escaped her, talking to and looking at whoever was near enough to hear her. “Do I have ‘please bother me’ written across my forehead in bold letters, is that it?” The college student spoke, shaking her head as she leaned back on her seat.

“While being hit on by a teenage boy is no one’s idea of fun, I suppose one way to look at it would be a compliment..?” With a soft chortle, she shakes her head, not even convinced by her own words. “It sucks,” she admits frankly. “But you handled yourself well,” she closes with on a positive note. She doesn’t quite know where to go on with the sudden conversation then, so Dom fixates her eyes on her notes again and begins to fiddle with her pen.

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