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maxwellxmills‌:

It was still unusual for Max to actually be in Anna’s, an irony he could appreciate given that he owned the place. He wanted to be around more, wanted to do what he could to ensure it was a success, but even now he was still working on improving his health. Ironic really, when he had never actually been ill in the first place. Still, it managed to keep going without him this long, a few more weeks as he did recover, and then he would ensure it had a long life. He had to.

“Thanks” he replied, just needing to sit to drink the coffee, if only for a few moments. Mostly as he could feel himself getting a little light headed. Withdrawals really were a nightmare, especially given the circumstances for them. “Well, if it helps at all, pretty sure I am always shit company” he replied with a smile. “Just needed to catch my breath I suppose, didn’t think it would be so busy” not like he was really complaining about that.

“Not a problem. Honestly, I just needed a cup of coffee before my shift tonight. Might as well offer up my seat if I won’t be using it for long, you know?”, Dorian mused, offering the other a smile as he took another sip from the contents inside his mug. His coffee was scolding, and that almost always brightened up his day, due to the fact it woke him up enough to get the job done. “I’m guessing its because the holidays, but don’t quote me on that? I just know things get crazy around here when Christmas, and Thanksgiving pop up.”.

All Dorian could do was chuckle at his comment, at least another soul that felt like they weren’t the best company -- so fat though, the man in front of him didn’t seem so bad. “Well then I guess we’re both in the same both, eh?”, Dorian smiled his way lifting his mug into the air as if to give off a toasting type of vibe. “Dorian, nice to meet ya.”, he extended his other hand to shake.

#paras.#p: maxwell mills.

jessgrcyson‌:

Anna’s diner was probably her favorite place in all of Edens. It had good food, it had good people and it had a 70 year old waitress who always remembered her order from when she was a little girl. Jessica remembered going to Anna’s with her father and ordered their very special chocolate milkshake with a chocolate swirl and whipped cream, not to mention a cherry on top, and God had she had been craving that today, she had been craving a return to her childhood where nothing really bothered her except the fact that her little brother constantly ignored her attempts of making him play barbies with her.

Unfortunately, it was hell in there. All of town seemed to want to reunite in that place and occupy about every seat available. The blonde huffed in frustration, groaning right afterwards. Some would have said she was dramatic and then she would say that the situation deserved a little bit of drama. A voice coming from her left caught her attention and she couldn’t help but to smile at the offer, thankfully someone was good enough to lend her a hand. “Oh fuck, thank you—” she breathed in relief and sat down before someone else was there to take up on the offer, “how come did it get so crowded here today? Are they handing out free food or somethin’?”

“You know, I honestly think its because the holidays? I work at the station, and we get all kinds of insane calls? Its like people absolutely lose their shit during the season, which I don’t really get why cause?”, he began to go into deep thought over such a miniscule issue. At least others would consider it a miniscule topic, as he worked at the station, the things he’d seen people doing, or causing during the last few months was astonishing. “I’m Dorian, by the way.”, his hand extending to shake her own.

The joke she’d made earlier only had just now hit him as he began to laugh a litle harder, “you know if they were handing out free food I think this place would be even worse -- but, I would’ve been one of the first people inside.”. How could he lie about that? Dorian barely ate decent as it was, considering most of his shifts were overnight, and forty eight hour shifts. When he did get a chance to eat? It was normally only tv dinners, fast food, or quick meals the neighbor had prepared for him before going in.

#paras.#p: jess grayson.

jxxbae‌:

Jensen hated every moment that he was there. But Casey was insistent on going. For most of the night, Jensen retreated to the far edges of the corner, watching the door carefully. It was a habit he picked up in the military. He leaned against the wall with his drink held to his chest. He moved along the wall to preposition himself so that he could keep an eye on Casey and also the door.

He looked over at the man that offered up the table. Jensen stood for a second, considering the offer. He didn’t want to mingle with anybody else, he just wanted to go home and snuggle with Amanda until she fell asleep. It was until that moment that he realized he wanted to abandon his partner for an eight year old. “Sure.” Jensen stepped forward. “My name is Jensen Saner.” He held out his hand.

Anna’s diner was a form of relaxation for Dorian, and for it to be so packed was a little frustrating, but he didn’t let it irritate him too much. He truly wished he could offer everybody a place to sit, but with the other standing up for such a long period of time he felt it was only necessary. “Pleasure. I’m Dorian, I work over at the police station.”, he spoke with a smile in his tone. Offering a little reassurance, and confirmation that he wasn’t about to try and attack the other.

“I’ve never seen the place this packed, but I guess its due to all the craziness of the holidays. Atlanta wasn’t, like this, so I’m still trying to get used to all the madness?”, he let a chuckle fall from his lips as he motioned for the man to sit if he felt the need to.

#paras.#p: jensen saner.

micahholly‌:

Micah shifted the bag on her shoulder as she looked around for an open table, hemming and hawing at the filled seats. The dude taking up a four top with all his shit spread out made her roll her eyes. She considered either just sitting down on the floor, or heading outside to sit down. Neither option seemed all that appealing. But as soon as she heard the voice offer her a seat, she didn’t hesitate in accepting. She set her coffee down before she slid her backpack off her shoulder, looping it around the chairback.

She gave a small nod. “Thanks, you’re a life saver, man,” she said as she sat down in the chair across from him. She finally gave him an appraising look. “I don’t know you,” she said, her voice tinged with surprise. She gave him a smile, and a nod. “Please, feel free to talk. I’m pretty sure I’d be more freaked out if you didn’t. Offer someone a seat and then don’t talk? Gives off a weird vibe.” She stretched out a hand to offer. “Micah.”

When the stranger finally took her seat, Dorian chuckled -- more so at how surprised she seemed to be at the random act of kindness. “I’ve only been in town for about six years. I’m not really the usual native around here, ya know?”, he reassured her. The sergeant of police tried his hardest to be a friendly face around town considering, it was a small town, and everybody knew one another. Dorian didn’t want to be known as one of those cops, at all. When she extended her hand, he reached over himself to shake it with a surprised smile of his own.

“I’m Dorian, I work at the station. I don’t know why Anna’s is so packed today, but I’d assume its the holidays. We always get crazy calls at the station during the holidays, its like people can’t wait to lose their minds during the season.”, and as much as he’d wished he was joking, he most definitely wasn’t. Some of the calls the station got, were just... abnormal.

#paras.#p: micah holly.

melodydelarosa‌:

“Well, then I guess I’ll have to do enough talking for the both of us then, hmm?” Melody replied with a laugh, picking up one of the menus off of the table. Though she had been a few times since returning to town, there were still so many options on the menu that it always took her a while to decide what to eat. “I think everyone’s probably out and about town because they’re shopping for the holiday season. It makes sense, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating when you’re trying to go about your normal routine and you can’t.” She was surprised with his comment to the waitress, a smile coming to her face as she placed her order after his, waiting for the woman to walk away before addressing him again. “Why thank you. Southern gentleman, huh?” she asked, letting out another small laugh. “I didn’t catch your name. I know you’re not from around here, though. I would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours.”

Dorian could only smile, the woman across from him seemed to ooze confidence where as he kept himself in a small bubble most times. “Honestly, I’d probably rather listen to you, than myself.”, he admitted with a small chuckle. “You probably have more of an interesting story than I do, really.”, now assumptions weren’t normally his thing, but he was being honest. “I’m Dorian, I’m actually from Atlanta... which I guess is still southern huh? I just consider it the city cause I grew up in the city, and worked in the city so...”, for someone who said he shouldn’t talk so much, he was babbling quite a bit. She seemed curious, and he liked people like that -- she wanted to know more about who she was dealing with, he could respect that. “And yours?”

#paras.#p: melody de la rosa.

arikclly‌:

It wasn’t often that Arianna got some free time. After work, Leandro asked her to drop him off at his grandmother’s house. Usually she would go straight home and cook for him but there was no point anymore if he was gonna be at his grams until the evening. To fill her time, she decided to walk around the downtown area and do some window shopping. It was a little chilly out, but she still enjoyed it. Walking around town had always been her favorite thing to do. She waved hi to a couple of faces, but kept her headphones in so no one would actually try to strike a conversation and interrupt her little me time. After a while, it got to cold and the brunette walked into Anna’s some a nice hot drink and maybe a burger. Leandro would be upset if he found out she went without him! She made a mental note to bring home something to-go later. Ari looked around, surprised by how packed the place was. Lucky for her, Dorian was there.

“So you’re just a pretty face, huh?” the brunette said, chuckling lightly as she grabbed a seat across from him. “Don’t think I didn’t catch onto what you’re trynna say, sergeant.” Arianna teased as she put her purse on the seat next to her and removed her coat. “How’re the holidays treating you so far? Must be a little bit busier than usual, right? People tend to lose their shit around the holidays.”

When Arianna had mentioned the insanity of the holidays at the station, it almost caused Dorian to chuckle. Honestly, she was right, this was the worst time of the year to be a cop. The holidays caused, interesting, outbursts in people who would never normally act out beyond that. “You know, its actually insane, lately.”, he admitted, leaning more towards her with this soft, amused grin all over his lips. “I can’t say I have an ugly face, but pretty? Maybe, average? Tolerable?”, he teased right back at her. Arianna was always a refreshing face to be around, to have a nice conversation with, it didn’t hurt that she wasn’t bad to stare at either.

“I don’t celebrate the holidays much, though. I usually just put in for extra time at the station. They need my help more than anything, then I let my mom stay with someone to actually enjoy the holidays since I’m apparently the ‘grinch’?”, Dorian let a chuckle fall out as he took another sip from the mug that sat in front of him. “What about you?”, he questioned, knowing the holidays could be a bit difficult for some to deal with.

#paras.#p: arianna kelly.

cassgalo‌:

“Don’t I know it, hot stuff,” Cass teasingly said as she sat herself down on the seat across from him with the biggest smile on her face. She and Dorian had messed around a bit before, but it had never turned into anything serious – something that was relieving when all she wanted coincided with his. There was nothing that was complicated there, and it was called friends with benefits for a reason because Cass definitely thought of him as one of her friends. Plus, she liked looking at his adorable face whenever she could, causing a smirk to form on her lips. “Though you’re pretty decent company regardless,” she murmured, showing him a smile. “So what have you been doing while I was busy, hmm? What sort of trouble have you gotten yourself into?” She playfully asked, though they both knew that Dorian would never get himself into trouble. His own job says so. “Tell me everything. Also, have you eaten yet?”

To say Dorian wasn’t a little taken back by the compliment was an understatement. Were they still within their flirtationship? Questions floated around in his head, nothing he was confident enough to really ask though. The quick remark to their previous encounters -- which they hadn’t actually had in a good minute -- sent his face into a flustered mess of red tinted cheeks as he hid it behind the mug of his coffee that he brought to his lips for a sip. “I work, did you forget who I was? When I’m not here, I’m at the bar, when I’m not at the bar? I’m home. We know how predictable I can be already, Cass.”, he nodded realizing how boring his life must’ve seemed to others from the outside. “FBI came knocking the other day about a kidnapping, but otherwise its actually been pretty quiet the last few weeks?”, he seemed confused at his own statement as he watched the woman before him. “Holidays always bring out the abnormal, though.”

#paras.#p: cass galo.

grace-ko‌:

“Well, then that just means that you and your mother should join us for our Christmas festivities. I mean I hear Thalia Nasri and Georgie Banks are throwing this huge party and I can hardly compete with celebrities. But I do have a pretty great Christmas Eve dinner for friends. It will be different this year but still good.” Mostly because Alana had been a big part of it, always getting in the holiday spirit. The Ko’s loved a good dinner party and for their past 6 years in Edens, they would always have their closest friends over on Christmas Eve, cook an amazing dinner, break out all the good wine, be everyone’s favorite host and the night would always end with them in bed laughing and ignoring all the presents they hadn’t wrapped. The thought brought a tightness to their chest and they tried to drink it back with coffee, wondering if Alana would try to pop around, not putting it past her but also not sure they were ready for it.

“Such a gentleman, I knew today would be a good day. God, I imagine. I mean don’t get me wrong, I understand why people are involved in law enforcement but it sounds..exhausting. And I think my own job is exhausting even with flexible hours. Though I suppose the uniforms are a bonus too,” they added with a soft laugh. “And socially? I feel like I’m legally obligated to make sure you have a social life. I’m old, I have an excuse for not having one.”

“Thalia? We’ve had to work with her a few times I guess ‘cause they keep filming by or inside the police department? I don’t know, I’m not much for being on camera.”, he let a snort fall, shrugging off the humorous mental image. “I think I might have to take you up on that offer, at least for my mom. I always take extra shifts at the station during the holidays. I think they might think I was sick with the flu or something if I didn’t this year...”. Dorian was so prone to routine, what was it like to have an actual life outside of the job? Honestly it wasn’t something he could remember prior to Eden’s Town. Matter of fact, most people in Eden’s would probably assume he didn’t have a life; which Grace then confirmed. Their statement caused Dorian to scoff, shaking his head just slightly, “I do have a social life thank you. Marco’s crazy ass makes sure of that.”

Dorian enjoyed making everybody’s day a little easier if he had the opprotunity. Apparently offering to spot the bill for Grace was only one of many good deeds for the day, it helped him to know that he could help in some way or another -- since not much was happening at the department -- yet. “I just like to sleep, I don’t get it enough. Obviously.”, he beamed at them.

#paras.#p: grace ko.

fraeuleinrabenschwarz

I’m gonna find a reason to push you away and I hate myself for it.

#* (better off alone) Dorian North

melodydelarosa‌:

Getting reacquainted with the small town was certainly taking longer than Melody had anticipated. Though she knew being gone for over 20 years certainly allowed for changes to happen, she hadn’t realized how much the town’s revitalization efforts would make such an impact. Walking into a packed diner was certainly one of the side effects, and though she wasn’t spotting an open seat, her attention was caught by a voice speaking in her direction.

“I’ll bet you’re also decent company when you are talking,” Melody replied with a smile, making her way to the booth and sliding in across from the man. “After all, you’re the first one who offered me a place to sit, so I think that makes you a pretty swell guy. Besides, I’m a talker, so you’re definitely not gonna get away without a few words here and there.” She laughed. “I’m Melody. Thank you for giving up your solitude. I know sometimes you just need some time to yourself, but it’s much appreciated because I am starving.”

Dorian wasn’t really completely sure whether the woman now sitting across from him was a native, or a newcomer. Although he’d been in town for a good while now, he still felt like a new face -- still feeling himself trying to get settled. Even as a newcomer he knew that this diner was never this packed, and that’s what truly baffled the cop. It was one of the only place he could get a decent plate of food, with a nice hot fresh cup of coffee, that one was ultimately true.

“I can already tell you’re a talker, but its alright. I don’t talk, but I do listen.”, he mused back at her, sending a playful smile her way. “I’ve been in here for a good hour listening to everybody talk their spouses, kids, or grandmother’s ears off. I’m assuming everybody here has been here for a good few hours prior to my arrival, which is insane.”, he sighed looking around the diner before softly waving the waitress down with his pearly whites. “Whatever she wants, just put it on me?”, he requested, ordering his plate of food afterwards.

#paras.#p: melody de la rosa.#♥♥♥

grace-ko‌:

“Ah you’re pretty decent when you’re talking too, as long as it’s not with your mouth full,” they teased as they happily accepted the invitation and sat across from him. They had gotten the kids off to school and done a few errands in the morning, figuring after their workout in the early morning that they deserved a decently greasy meal from the Diner. “How was your Thanksgiving? Please don’t tell me you ate a TV dinner or I’ll be terribly depressed on your behalf,” they teased and pulled their glasses out of their purse to read the menu. “Though if you’re craving leftovers, my fridge is still full of them. It was smaller this year and yet I still had to go overboard and then Fran bought over more leftovers it’s ridiculous.”

When the waitress came, they placed their order and folded their arms on the table. “I’d offer to pay for your meal but I don’t want anyone thinking I’m bribing a cop,” they teased and reached for the mug of coffee that had just been put on the table. “You look like you’ve been getting some sleep though, that makes me happy.”

Dorian could only let out this muffled chuckle watching as Grace took their seat at the table as offered, cocking his head to the right in agreement. “I think the only time I’d ever done that was when I accidentally stabbed myself in the gums with chips by accident. Clumsy human things, right?”, he teased offering them a warm smile before picking his mug up to bring to his lips for a small taste of the coffee within it. When Dorian thought about the holidays, it wasn’t really pleasant memories, especially with the entire reasoning for his arrival in Eden’s a few years back. A nervous laugh left the man, before he gave her a simple shrug, breathing in the steam from his coffee. “You know, I’d like to say I spent Thanksgiving with family, but my mom and I really just sat around watching movies, and eating tv dinners.”.

Once they had placed their order, Dorian had placed his, pulling out his wallet to hand his card over to the server holding up his hand, “then you allow me to grab the check for you.”, he insisted. When Grace grabbed his cup, he gave her the warmest smile, “I’ve been on a good sleep schedule the last week, but sometimes this job has me on a roll for forty eight hours.”. Dorian mused.

#paras.#p: grace ko.#this is perfectly fine i love grace's energy already tbh

open: anyone / @edtstarter

location: anna’s diner

Dorian began to swirl the caffeinated drink around in his mug, looking through his phone as to what the town he’d relocated to had been bustling about. It was only six years ago, not all that long, that he’d settled down in Eden’s town. It wasn’t his first choice, but his captain back in Atlanta insisted on this small town full of interesting characters for some reason or another. Dorian had asked to be transferred to the Los Angeles department, but was denied on multiple occasions. So, he gave in.

Eden’s Town wasn’t so bad, the diner was a nice play for Dorian to spend some of his days. Good food, good people, and good environment -- but the diner was unusuaully populated today. He was thankful to have a found a table, that had no occupants, allowing him to eat comfortably and alone. Though he then noticed another coming in, looking around as if they were like him as before, looking for an unoccupied spot. “Hey, you can sit here. I’m prett decent company when I’m not talking.”, he offered them a smile, before waving to the seat in front of him.

#edtstarter #paras.#hi i did the best that i could

viviennemellina-deactivated2019

open: anyone / @edtstarter location: clothes store.

“Does this look any good? It can’t look too over-the-place.” She asked the person nearby, flashing them a Christmas themed ballet tutu, with hues of green, white and red. “I think there’s too much glitter,” she laughed, hoping the other would give her some feedback. “You know,” Vivi began to ramble, “my students need something Christmas-y to wear this December.. we have a special dance coming and I need everything to look perfect. Otherwise, these middle-aged moms will kill me. They’ll be like.. ‘Karen, didn’t you see what Vivienne picked for our girls?’“ She mocked an obnoxious voice, rolling her eyes, followed by a genuine laugh. “You know.. I never thought the worst part of working with children and teenagers would be the moms themselves.” Vivienne confessed.

doriansduenorth

Dorian paused in his spot when he’d heard a gentle, yet seemingly anxious voice from behind him. Was she talking to him? Or someone right beside her? Only one way to find out, as the confused shopper turned to face her and much to his disbelief she was calling for his opinion. “Uhhh, you know I think it looks nice but I’m also constantly in a blue uniform, so I can’t speak much on glitter and things like that?”, he offered an awkward chuckle examining the dress. As she continued on about her current position, he’d nodded on, before a smile cracked through; “Did you just mock the moms?”. This baffled tone escaping him, but you could tell Dorian was holding in his laughter at how unamused she was with the women she’d had to deal with.

#paras.#p: vivienne mellina.

elexnor-hxstings

Eleanor could have swore she heard footsteps in the building. Was it that unusual? After all she wasn’t the only person with an apartment here, but it was late and she just got finished with a rather long shift. The blonde stopped for a moment to see if she could hear where they were coming from. She had never noticed before how dark the hallway of her apartment building could be at night - she would have to remember to bring that up the front office in the morning. After a moment she started to make her way towards her door - and then she heard them again, but this time closer. Her apartment was just around the corner - perhaps it was paranoia from the case she was working on, or maybe she was just slightly afraid of who might be around the corner. Eleanor quickly pulled her gun from her side and held it tightly in her hands.

After waiting a moment and with a deep breath, she quickly rounded the corner to see the person standing in front of her. “Dude what the hell? Don’t you know not to sneak up on a police officer in the middle of the night?”

@edtstarter

doriansduenorth

Dorian had finished his shift at the station, and it seemed a few others had as well as he watched a few badges rushing out of the building. Couldn’t really blame them seeing as he couldn’t wait to get home either. One cop in particular was leaving the building so fast that she’d completely forgotten her badge an I.D., so Dorian rushed to the captain’s office to get the location before he headed off to find her. Once Dorian had made it to the spot with which she lived, he began wandering the halls. One thing he’d forgotten to ask his captain was which apartment Eleanor had stayed in, so he’d started to leave the building but then realized... he was lost.

As soon as he rounded one corner, he completely stopped, and almost jumped out of his skin as the cop he was looking for was standing before him. “My bad! My bad, I was actually looking for you... you’d left this at the station...”, he slowly pulled her badge, and drivers license from his back pocket handing it over.

#paras.#p: eleanor hastings

eliclxrk

LOCATION: LEGENDS.

WITH: open to anyone ( @edtstarter )

COMING back to Edens Town permanently hadn’t been something that Elliot had ever considered would be on his list of life goals; but here he was. Legends was a bar that brought back fond memories; from getting in with a fake ID as a teenager to throwing a leaving party before he’d headed off to Los Angeles, before everything had gone on the up with his life. Five years later seemed like the perfect time for a career break; to move back to his hometown and set down some roots; to ensure that his daughter didn’t have to live out her life on the road on tour with her father. After ordering his drink he turned to the person occupying the seat beside him, offering a bright smile, “Nothin’ in this town really ever changes, huh?” He mused, tapping his fingers on the bottle in front of him, “I mean, there’s always new people and new faces – but the core of this whole place is identical to when I left it…”

doriansduenorth

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea for Dorian to spend his night off at the bar, he was sure some co-workers worried when he chose Legend’s to hang around -- but it was a nice scenery he had grown to enjoy. Swirling the the vodka around in his glass, he watched the liquid crash against the sides almost as if he were watching ocean waves as they moved. Everytime he drank alone, his mind wandered back to Atlanta, and the memories that followed were ever so unpleasant, causing him to bring the glass to his lips and allow the burn to glide down. When the man next to him, had spoke up, his brow perked into a large arch before he chuckled. “Honestly, I’ve only been here for six years myself, so I can’t speak on the town much...”, he admitted, “but even in the time that I’ve been here... same thing day in and day out, honestly.”. Dorian could only guess the other beside him was born and raised in Eden and had left for a while prior, considering he’d never noticed him before.

#paras.#p: elliot clark

I been coming home late night, I been sleeping past daylight...

murder tw under the cut

#edtplot #edtooc #about.

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