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@fromdvsk
#fromdvsk is a dependent mumu blog for sedonaroleplay with characters written, loved, and tortured, by becca.
dre carter (tyler lepley) 38 yrs. tech mogul. ⸺ intro. threads. musings. visage. jacob kirkland (martin sensmeier) 38 yrs. er doctor. ⸺ intro. threads. musings. visage. jordan coleman (kelly rowland) 42 yrs. owner of open range. ⸺ intro. threads. musings. visage.
CLOSED STARTER ⸺ ziyad @ziyadabbas SETTING ⸺ aroma cafe
Dre may or may not have been battling a raging hangover from the depths of his bedroom with the curtains drawn closed and his phone on DND, when Ziyad’s call finally came through. He’d set an exception for his close friends list: enough missed calls in a row, and the phone would override the silence.
Blurry-eyed and not quite awake yet, he hazily registered that Ziyad was telling him they needed to meet, though it took him longer than it should have to connect that with the fact that he actually had to get out of bed. Getting ready was a groggy, half-conscious progression. Shower, fresh clothes, repeat the process of remembering how buttons worked. But eventually he made it to Aroma Cafe, baseball cap pulled low, his darkest sunglasses on, wincing at every clank of cutlery like it was aimed at him personally.
He didn't hesitate to order the strongest coffee they had, then carried it to the most secluded corner he could find, sliding into a table to wait for Ziyad to show up.
She watched for any flicker of suspicion on his face and as he gave her a sympathetic smile, Sloane felt herself relax. Blowing out a breath as if she was still trying to get her breathing to return to normal, Sloane placed a hand on her stomach. "About halfway? Oh no.." Glancing up at the rest of the trail she had zero intention of hiking, she allowed her shoulders to slump a little. "I might have to say that half way is good enough. I'm also not completely sure I didn't see a snake earlier and I'm not sure that's a risk I'm willing to take."
As Dre gestured towards the spot she had just been, Sloane had to hold herself back from smiling. Even if anything came out about someone being seen up there, she now had the perfect alibi. "No, feel free. Just through there?" She pointed to the spot, gingerly moving over it as if she didn't know where she was going until she could see the spot, taking a seat on one of the rocks. "I'm Amber, by the way, it's nice to meet you." She made a mental note of the name she had given him, not wanting one fake name to circulate and draw suspicion. As she looked around, Sloane gasped quietly as she pretended to notice the church for the first time. "Oh wow, I still can't believe it. I saw it on the news but I didn't realise it was really this close to town."
Dre tried not to chuckle too much, instead nodding his head gravely so as not to suggest he was second-guessing her decision. Ask any local and they'd tell a tourist hiking alone out here, in the heat of July, to turn back the second they felt unsure. They'd all seen too many accidents with tourists getting stranded among the red rocks. "Besides, halfway is still a pretty big accomplishment. Especially with snakes around. Don't want to mess with those."
He walked out to the spot and let his eyes settle on the church below. From this height, it was almost possible to feel encouraged — the damage didn't look so bad from up here. Distance had a way of doing that, he thought, softening things that up close would still be raw.
He was pulled from the thought when she spoke, and he turned to face his new companion. "Nice to meet you, Amber. I'm Dre." But she didn't let the moment linger before drawing his attention back to the obvious. Dre glanced over his shoulder, gaze settling on the scene again. "Yeah. Someone really had the balls to light a prominent building on fire, somewhere everyone would see it burn." He shook his head, disgust flickering across his face, his mind dragging him back to that night when he’d spotted the blaze from the roof of Le Rouge.
He was snapped from his thoughts when she spoke, and Dre turned to face his new companion. “Nice to meet you, Amber, I’m Dre.” But without having to wait too long, she drew the attention back to the inevitable. Dre looked over his shoulder as he continued to survey the scene. “Yeah, they thought they were acting all tough, lighting a fire for everyone in town to see, but running away.” He shook his head in disgust, unable to stop his memory from going back to that night, when he’d spotted the blaze from the roof of Le Rouge. “More like they didn’t actually have the balls to stand behind whatever stupid ass message they wanted to get across.” Dre shook his head, a mirthless laugh escaping beyond the sarcastic remark.
@fromdvsk ( jacob )
Location: Kam's place Starter for: @fromdvsk [ Jordan ]
"I know you've already did that, but I need you to promise not to judge me! Their state is much worse than the pictures." She prefaced, finally letting Jordan see the few potted plants she had in her kitchen window, who had definitely seen better days. Kam had known Jordan better for a few months now, ever since her students' aunt started picking them up regularly and showed signs of being really into the kids' assignments. They had talked about all things art-related, but this was the first time they were entering the plant territory. "I'm gonna legit start thinking you're Mother Nature if you manage to save any of thiss, by the way."
Jordan did her best to hold back a laugh as she stepped around the younger woman, finally getting a good look at the state of her house plants. “I promise to reserve judgement till after I’ve given you advice and you don’t use it,” she quipped, sending Kam a wink before she stepped forward, examining the plants more closely. “Well, for starters, I can already see one problem that we don’t need Mother Nature to fix.”
Sweeping forward, she picked up one of the small pots and held it up to eye level. “I know succulents are supposed to be able to survive anything, but, they actually don’t do well with all the humidity that you can have in kitchens.” She glanced over her shoulder at Kam’s living room. “This guy would probably do better on your window sill back there, with dry heat and direct sunlight so he don’t have to stretch out to try to get more vitamin D.”
Iyana took advantage of the distraction Jacob provided and made her way over to the sign-up sheet. She made her way past a few people to put Bella's name on the sheet. But she didn't make her way back to Jacob and Bella ; instead , she went to the concession stand nearby. She was eyeing it before they got near the dunk tank. And knowing her cousin , she would be questioned for her disappearance. Even if she didn't take long. So she took this opportunity, especially since the line had just cleared up.
Iyana returned with three churros , standing in front of them with a wide grin. Disappearing and returning with a sweet treat is the way to go to avoid coming off as suspicious. She hesitates briefly before giving Jacob and Bella a churro. ❝ We should watch who will get dunked , ❞ a hint of curiosity in her eyes , coming off as being nosey. Something Bella is , unfortunately , a little too aware of.
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⸺BELLA HENDERSON.
The prompt from her bestie was enough to pique her interest. Bella’s attention went from a parent trying to wrangle their kids to Jacob’s phone. At first glance she couldn’t believe the listing. Sedona had dug pretty deep in pockets for this year’s pride weekend. “What?” surprised she reached for his phone to get a better look at the flyer. “Elton John– in Sedona? Hell, Chappell too? Hmm…” The lineup for the concert was hyped for quite some time, but she didn’t think it would be that stacked. Bella returned Jacob’s phone to him. “Here I thought I was going to skip that show for something else.” Now she’ll have to plan an outfit for the concert. Her mind had already begun spinning through the options in her mind when Iyana returned.
“Churros, yes!” If there’s one thing about festivals, is the opportunity to indulge in foods she doesn’t normally partake in. “Oh, that’ll be funny,” she comments before biting into the treat. “Let’s go see what idiot signed up for this travesty.” It would never be an attraction that she would do, even for charity. Bella would rather donate the funds to the cause and not have to sit up there to be stressed out. Would it be a ten year old or Doli sending her plunging into water? Is not a question she wants to ask herself.
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Jake buried the laughter threatening to rip out of him at the "let's see what idiot signed up for this travesty" comment by taking a bite of the offered churro instead. But rather than laughing and giving himself away, he ended up inhaling a mouthful of cinnamon sugar, choking out a cough. When he finally managed to stop coughing, he cleared his throat and pounded his chest a couple of times, making sure his airway was clear. “Yeah, let’s see…” he agreed, heading the trio in the direction of the dunk tank.
They watched as a couple different people inevitably got dropped into the tank, Jake joining in in the crowd’s laughter and teasing, until finally, after a large man hod gotten dunked by a little girl, the event organizer stepped forward. “Alright ladies and gentlemen, next up we have…” he paused for dramatic effect before breaking into a grin, “Bella Henderson! Miss Henderson, please make your way to the front!” Jake couldn’t help the mischievous grin that came to his lips as he turned to watch Bella’s reaction.
Elliott frowned, not really having the time to contain it. Jacob's words hit him hard, as they should. He knew the conversation had to be handled carefully, but it was harder now that he was caught so off guard. And so much harder after noticing that it wasn't just anger on behalf of Sage that lingered in the air. There was something else that he couldn't quite place yet. "That's not what happened." It was something he'd probably never do — try and stand up for himself — but, again, he was surprised to even see Jacob. The mere fact that the person standing in front of him was no longer his best friend's little brother nor his former friend anymore was actually messing with his brain. "My plan's to stay, yes." He replied, calmly, desperately looking for an answer that wouldn't spark more of whatever else was hanging in the space between them. Elliott finally let out a sigh. "Listen, man, I'm not looking for trouble."
“Oh, so you didn’t get into the biggest mess anyone possibly could and then get up and walk away, leaving the rest of us back here to pick up the pieces on our own?” There was a vulnerability in what he said this time that he hadn’t meant to let out. But deep down, while Jake really was upset on his sister’s behalf, there was a big part of him that had gone through his own hurt when Elliott left the way he had. He’d always considered Elliott his friend too, someone he looked up to and respected. So to have him leave town without a word after the accident… it had felt like a slap in the face of what he had thought was a real friendship.
Shaking his head, Jake let out a mirthless chuckle. “No one’s looking for trouble, Elliott,” he corrected. “But some of us don’t just disappear in order to avoid difficult conversations.”
Nadia caught the way his arm slid along the back of the booth behind her and smiled in response, though she did her best to tuck it behind the rim of her near empty glass. There was something super disarming about Dre looking at her like that, especially when she'd spent the better part of the evening telling herself she wanted nothing complicated. "Does that mean you're happy to see me?"
There were so many questions left hanging after the whole speed dating situation, so much Nadia was desperate to understand. But then the church fire happened, and suddenly all of it felt selfish to bring up. Whatever had been left unsaid didn't matter as much as what Dre was clearly carrying with his family. Especially after Darius had mentioned that he'd really been going through it. Nadia could be stubborn, and maybe she had a little bit of a habit of disappearing when things got too close, but she wasn't about to walk into his life demanding answers just because she wanted them. So, instead, she remained quiet and gave him space, and told herself it was the right thing to do.
"Mhm. Girls night," Nadia confirmed, lifting her glass slightly. "Or it was, before my friend abandoned me to get some more drinks. But I think she's been swallowed by the crowd." She glanced out towards said crowd, though only for a second before looking back at him, letting her eyes roam over him curiously. Damn, he looked good. The music pulsed around them, loud enough to give her an excuse to lean in just a little closer, her knee brushing his beneath the table. "And what about you? Boys night?" she asked, eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. "Or is this where you hide from all your adoring guests?"
Dre pretended to consider her question for a moment, as if he wasn’t so sure, before a grin finally came through. “I guess that’s one way to describe it,” he teased. The irony of the fact that he truly was feeling happy now that she’d slid into his booth wasn’t lost on him. He’d walked through Le Rouge’s doors fully determined to wallow in his own misery, questioning life choices and lifelong friendships.But just like Nadia always did, she walked in and wiped every other thought or concern away.
“Well, that’s very lucky for me,” he quipped as she leaned in, her intoxicating scent surrounding him, her mere presence proving more intoxicating than anything in his glass. At her question, he quickly shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. “More like I had some work to do with the manager earlier and was too worn out to head home.” He couldn’t bring himself to admit the real reason. Even Dre knew how bad it would look to explain to someone that the entire reason he’d come here tonight was to have a steady stream of drinks while he drank himself into oblivion by himself.
He didn’t want to kill the mood with his depressing attitude. So he quickly turned the attention back to her, back to safer, flirtier territory. “So this friend of yours, should I be worried she’s coming to find you any minute now, or do I have you to myself for a while?” he questioned, His thumb brushed absently against the fabric of the booth near her shoulder, not quite touching her, but close enough that the intent wasn't subtle. He didn’t want to be too obvious, but now that he’d gotten a taste of her distraction, he wasn't eager to see her slip away so soon.
CLOSED STARTER ⸺ sage @sunbleachcd SETTING ⸺ her house
The second Kam had told him that Sage had been arrested with Roman, Jake had whipped out his phone to send her a text, his fingers racing across the keyboard.
Jake: What's this I'm hearing about you being arrested with Roman, too??
It had already been a couple days, so obviously Kam had been able to reassure him that Sage had been released and was back home, so there wasn't as much to worry about after the fact. He knew his sister was safe. Still, it stung to know she hadn't called him for help, and hadn't even bothered to tell him afterward.
The second he left Kam's place, he headed straight to Sage's, thanking the universe for his good luck when he saw her car parked out front indicating that she was home. His knock on the front door was maybe a little harder than he had meant it to be, but by this point, he was just hoping to get some answers.
⸺DARIUS CARTER.
Darius’ hands fell to his sides in the moment of defeat and silent frustration. He should have anticipated his well-meaning statements to be thrown back in his face. Darius shook his head in the negative, it was tempting to feed into the depreciating angle Andre was spinning. He ran a palm over his face as Andre turned to leave. With Andre’s destination still being the car park, Darius remained rooted in place. He is relieved when Andre provides an explanation that he could live with, well at least partially. Darius should leave him alone, let him continue along and sleep things off at the office but he simply could not.
He follows his brother, determined not to heed the many warnings on display. Maintaining decorum in public is also shoved aside. “So, you get knocked down, and that’s fucking it?” Darius expresses his disbelief with a sprinkle of disappointment in his tone. He may be able to mask it with regards to facial features, but his emotions in his voice cannot lie. “You throw your hands up and call it quits? That’s your grand solution?” The judgment of his actions are spilling out now, the more Andre attacks him verbally. “You can’t go around just burning everything else good in your life, then expect that the people who care about you are just going to stand by and allow that.” Andre might be pissing him off right now but he keeps reminding himself that this is all coming from a place of pain. “Take time to grieve. That’s fine. I’m not expecting you to be the same guy that was on top of the world a year ago.” Things have obviously changed, and for the worst but he believes in his brother, and knows that he will eventually forge a new path. Whatever that may look like, Darius intends to support him along the way.
“But,” he paused, tone commanding. “This oh no poor me, my life is ruined, leave me alone B-S you have going on is not going to fly with me.” And now that he’s very much aware of Andre’s struggles he’s going to become ever more present and even a bit annoying going forward. “I’ll leave now, but it’s not because that’s what you want.” He has to pick up Naima and doesn’t want to be late. “If I had my way, I’d be making you come home with me. A pity party in your office is not going to do you any good.”
He can hear the disappointment in his brother's tone and that, more than just about anything, threatens to snap him out of it, threatens to stop him in his tracks. He's never felt the weight of Darius' disappointment before. As much as disappointing his parents hurts, this is the one thing he can't stomach.
But at this point, he knows there's no winning. He's not going to convince Darius just as much as Darius isn't going to convince him. So he keeps walking, refuses to turn around and let Darius see just how much his disappointment in him was the one thing that almost got through. "Funny, I don't remember asking for any of y'all's permission," is all he throws over his shoulder as he finally reaches his vehicle. Dre yanks the door open, grabs his overnight bag, which he's been making a lot of use of lately, throws the strap over his shoulder, and slams the door shut again, before whirling around and storming back in the direction of Le Rouge, refusing to look over his shoulder at his brother again. He can't risk it.
Ziyad almost prided himself on being cool, calm and composed. There was not a situation at work that caused him to visibly panic, if anything, he would close his office door, panic and compose himself. It was just how he believed he should be. But nothing rattled him more than the idea of someone he loves being hurt or in danger and as soon as he had heard the nurse's words on the phone, his hold on himself had completely disintegrated.
He couldn't say why hearing that Nailah had been with Jordan calmed him slightly, maybe it was just that she'd had someone there that he knew, someone who could tell him something that wasn't just a medical professional. "You were there? Are you okay? Do you have enough water, do you need anything?" His mind was going one million miles per hour and suddenly, he felt like he had another person he needed to worry about. He'd already had a text from his assistant that Mati's dog walker had picked him up and had taken him to the vets as nothing but a precaution.
"She's okay?" He'd heard it from the nurse but as he searched Jordan's face, he finally felt himself let go of the main part of his anxiety. Jordan wouldn't mislead him, he could breathe. He slumped a little, running a hand over his face as he looked towards the room his sister was in. "Thank you for bringing her here and thank you for waiting, I appreciate it more than you know." He may tell his sister regularly that he'd have preferred a dog, but there were no mountains in the world he wouldn't try to move for the younger girl.
"Mr Abbas? Your sister is resting and she needs some sleep, you can go in when she's awake." He nodded at the nurse, looking back to Jordan. "Don't feel like you have to, I know you probably have a load of things you'd rather be doing than sitting with your least favourite person in the world, but.. would you stay with me for a bit?"
For a moment, Jordan was taken aback. He was in the middle of a medical emergency involving his sister, and yet Ziyad couldn't help but concern himself with her too, putting even more on his already heavy plate. That didn't match the fuckboy narrative she had built of him in her head. She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips without her permission. She couldn't help but appreciate his willingness to care for others, even someone as inconsequential to the situation as herself. "I'm good," she promised. "I've had my own experiences with not having enough water on these trails before so now I always over prepare."
She watched as he visibly began to calm down, no longer fearing for his sister's immediate health. She was beginning to put together a picture of the man before her that cared a lot about those around him and their safety. It wasn't until then that she realized she was still holding onto his arm, and she quickly let go, though she didn't step away from him like she normally would have. "Of course, I couldn't just leave her here by herself." Jordan hated hospitals, and as a single woman, knew what it felt like to be left on your own to deal with them when she hadn't lived in Sedona. It didn't matter if she had known Nailah prior to this or not, she wouldn't have left her alone here.
When the nurse approached and let them know Nailah was sleeping, Jordan felt the last remaining anxiety in her over Nailah's condition slip away and she let out a sigh of relief. And as Ziyad asked her to stay, she found herself answering honestly before she'd even thought it through. "I'd be happy to stick around." With the words out of her mouth and no way to take them back, Jordan couldn't help but wonder at them, at herself. She truly didn't mind spending more time with this version of Ziyad.
Looking over her shoulder, she pointed out the spot she had occupied a moment before. "I have nothing to back this up at all, but I'm convinced those are the comfiest chairs in the place." When she turned back to look at him, she found herself offering him a shy smile. Who the heck was she??
the voice was from a man he knew as a friend. the words? those were strictly doctor coded and the very thing no person in a job like his wanted to hear. his jaw flexed tight and his eyes fluttered closed for a brief, steadying moment. when his arm was allowed to fall back into it's natural position, he nodded slowly, filing away every word that he'd have to wrap his head around rather than ignore.
"yeah," he exhaled, voice worn thin with defeat, "that makes sense." he felt it in the way the doctor had positioned his arm, and he'd felt it plenty of times before too. he could ignore it as long as he wanted, but jacob was right. the more he pushed, the more he ignored, the greater the risk. "you got me," he chuckled quietly, the usual playful pitch to his tone dulled out. it'd been a couple of years, not months and he felt lucky that he hadn't already caused damage beyond repair.
mav tracked the other man and nodded again. "does that mean i'm sitting out for a little bit?" being cleared was important to him, but he'd follow the steps and do whatever it was that he needed in order to ensure he could get back to himself, or close to it without the threat of further damage. "i'll do whatever you're suggesting to me. i just... if i'm being sidelined... i would like to know for how long."
He heard the defeat in the other man's tone of voice, saw it in the slump of his shoulders when Jake released his arm, and part of him hated that he had to be the one to deliver this news, part of him wished he could play it off as not that big a deal. But a guy like Maverick needed to know the severity in order to take this seriously, if there was any hope of any kind of recovery. There was no sugar coating this if he wanted Maverick to get to a better place.
"Well, we'll need to do a couple tests, probably get a MRI so that we can distinguish for sure what we're looking at, if this is a tear we're talking about or tendinitis," Jake explained, letting out a breath as he began scribbling away on Maverick's chart. Now that the hard part was done and the firefighter had accepted there was in fact something wrong, it was all a more straightforward process.
"If it's a moderate form of tendinitis, you're looking at one to two months of PT with activity modification before full unrestricted return to work. If it's a tear," his gaze flicked up to meet Mav's, knowing the firefighter wouldn't like what he was about to hear. "We're looking at three to six months of PT before returning unrestricted to work." Before Maverick could protest, Jake put the chart down. "But either way, with regular check ups, and good communication with your physical trainer, I'll keep you updated as you go, Mav. We'll keep the Chief updated too and figure out what range of motion is okay and what you can and can't do in the mean time. I don't think this is a 'you're fully benched, can not work at all' sort of situation."
Omari's gaze lifted in relief at the sound of a voice approaching, but it was before he recognized who the voice belonged to. A crooked grin lifted his lips, "Well now I just know this is going to haunt me." Omari had hoped he was building his cool bartender reputation in Sedona as well as he had in Miami. His gaze swept over her, noting that she were much more prepared than he would have thought to him. "I should have known I was in trouble after passing a few people with enough water to last them a week." Omari shook his head at his own stupidity, "So, how long is this going to take for you to let me live this down?" His brow raised in her direction.
Her smirk only grew as he picked up on her jest. "Oh, honey, this is the kind of material that doesn't expire," she teased. Then, without giving him any warning, she spun around so her back faced him and snapped a selfie with him prominent in the background—sweaty, empty bottle and all—while she gave the camera a victorious grin.
Looking entirely too pleased with herself, she stuffed her phone into her pocket before turning back to him, pulling her extra water bottle from her backpack and offering it to him. "Well, to be fair, you're not from around here, right?" she offered, plopping down in the shade beside him. It was pretty much a Sedona staple at this point, out-of-towners not preparing properly for the severity of the heat or the strenuousness of the hikes they took on. She couldn't exactly blame him for his naivety.
"Depends on how nice you are to me from now on." She shrugged, casual as anything, like the suggestion wasn't already twisting the knife. "Buying me a drink at Open Range, to make up for me saving your life, couldn't hurt." She shot him a smirk, enjoying the feel of having this kind of power over him. If he actually stepped foot in her bar and bought her a drink there, that was checkmate, and they both knew it.
The drag brunches were already bringing a maximum amount of entertainment alone. Every other offering planned during the Pride Festival had some difficult competition on their hands. Witnessing the latest, wild prank a queen pulled on a guest nearby, a laugh finds itself stifling underneath Levi's breath. In the same instance, Dre's near-mirrored reaction initiates a sense of accomplishment. Some sheer amusement was something he knew his friend likely needed as of late.
A sly grin formed at the corner of his mouth, nodding at the admittance. "That was the idea." If the empty drink glasses before them hadn't been proof enough. "Seriously." Levi starts before a brief pause. "You're out here, you're having a good time. That should say a lot."
“Oh, so you’re going to make me say that you were right, huh?” Dre cocked a brow at his friend in jest as he shook his head, fighting off the laugh that threatened to continue to shake his shoulders. The queen up front had moved onto her next victim, and the crowd’s noise swelled again, but Dre’s focus stays put. “I mean it though.” His voice drops a bit at the serious nature of what he’s about to say. "Feels like the first time in weeks my chest hasn't felt like it's got a brick sitting on it." His gaze travels back to the queen, not meeting Levi’s gaze as he admits the thing that has been plaguing him over the last several weeks. “Guess I just needed somebody to drag me out of Le Rouge and into the daylight while force-feeding me mimosas until I remembered how to have fun.” He grabs his glass, holds it up between them. "So thanks. For dragging. And for the mimosas." A beat, that grin creeping back in. "Mostly the mimosas."
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CLOSED STARTER ⸺ kamaria @nextchaptcrs SETTING ⸺ her apartment
The lights were on as Jake pulled up in front of Kamaria's apartment, so at least he knew she was home. He hadn't thought through what he'd say when he got here — the second he'd heard the news about Roman, he'd just grabbed his keys and sped off toward Kam's, needing to know she was okay after everything she'd been through lately. He and Kamaria had been working on their relationship since he'd come back to Sedona, and Jake still felt a pang of guilt that they hadn't always been as close as they could've been. That guilt was part of why he was here now, he wasn't about to let her go through this alone.
He rang the buzzer for her apartment and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he waited for her to answer, glancing back at the street like it might offer some cue on how to do this right. Being back in Sedona still felt strange some days, like slipping into an old coat that didn't quite fit the same, but showing up for family was one thing he wasn't going to get wrong.
