Dying in LA

You were 18 when you left home. You are 25 when you find a new home. (Gwen Scotts of syfyhq)

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alanixtanigawa‌:

“I dearly hope you aren’t excited about that, Gwen. I could do with a vacation right about now.”

“I didn’t like the sharks in Cali. That’s why I left. Seems they followed me, sorry.” 

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akatleclaire‌:

“You can say that again.  I’ve heard of dust devils or even sand storms.  But nothing like this.  Who’d even think that a tornado from the ocean could reach us all the way out here?”

“How long you lived here?” Gwen asks, wondering if this lovely person had been here for the last.. strange... happening. She couldn’t remember anymore who was who, after all. 

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“It’s never a dull day, in Perfection, is it?” 

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audreywright‌:

               ❛   Oh! God, that must be a stressful job in this town.   ❜  An amused smile plays at Audrey’s lips as she leans over the bar, her feet aching from days and days of work. Her saloon is understaffed as it is, and in a town like Perfection Valley, liquor is a necessity for survival, so Audrey works every day. ❛   Yup, I own this old place. I think I’ve got it looking pretty spiffy.   ❜

“Certainly can be- but seein’ lovely ladies and handsome gents being kept safe from... things, is certainly rewarding.” She grins, and winks to the bartending miss. “It certainly has more charm than I’ve seen in this town in a while.”

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cailidaperez‌:

A small chuckle of relief escaped from her lips “I was so stuck in my own thoughts i didn’t see you there. I am Cailida or you can call me Klutz cause i am one.” she huckled. and held her hand out .

“Gwendolyn, or Gwen. Or Deputy- your choice.” She winked, shaking the other’s hand a bit harder than she probably should have.

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audreywright‌:

@gwenscotts | continued

               ❛   One glass of water coming right up, darlin’.   ❜  With a small, friendly smile, Audrey turns to fill a tall glass with ice and water. Lord knows Audrey herself could use some of that right about now, too – even the darkness of the saloon is riddled with uncomfortable heat.  ❛   Where d’you work?   ❜

“I’m one of the Sheriff’s Deputies.” Gwen smiled, she’d learned to abandon her jacket during the warm hours of the day, leaving her shoulders bare to the sun, causing them to be pinkened from her time outside. “I can take a guess as to where you work.” She teased. 

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cailidaperez‌:

Cailida walked around the street, stuck in her own mind it was her free day and she was thinking about what she could do today.  she didn’t look out and bumped into someone “Omg I am so so sorry, anything i can do to make it okay with you ? want me to buy you a coffee, or anything ?”

“Woah! Easy there, easy there- it’s fine!” Gwen laughed, patting the other woman’s shoulder gently. “You don’t need to buy me anything, I won’t arrest you.” She said, teasing playfulness in her voice. 

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audreywright‌:

OPEN STARTER 001.

               The sun is out and the beer is cold. Perfection Valley has been entering the hotter months and Audrey is gearing up for the summer – the saloon is always far more busy when people are nearly dead from heat stroke. However, this is one of those days where the heat makes everything seem slower. The trees seem to bend as if the temperature is weighing them down, and nobody wants to leave their homes. It’s easy to say, the saloon is empty. Audrey is almost about to give up and close shop early when the door swings open and in walks her first patron of the evening.

                ❛   Evenin’! Hot day out, huh? You oughta get an award for being my first customer of the day. How ‘bout it? Anything you want, on the house.   ❜

A kind face offering on the house- and Gwen was the least likely to take advantage of that offer. 

“Can I just have a glass of water? I have to go back to work.” Gwen sighed, stretching in such a way that you could hear her back cracking. “Otherwise I might take you up on that.” 

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erranthart‌:

❝ uhuh. ❞

just a short acknowledgement.  because - yeah… he gets it.  anyone who’d lived in this town for any amount of time would have a few choice items cropping up in their subconscious from time to time…  mostly about things that wanted to kill, eat, drain, eviscerate or do otherwise grim and usually fatal things to the human populace.  days spent fighting or fleeing or rescuing other people doing the self-same… picking over the parts left behind to attempt to identify a body… or at least what was left of it.  

not a place for the faint of heart.

❝ you wanna talk about it? ❞

he’s good either way.  sometimes it made nightmares less real to talk about them in the light of day.  sometimes it just made you remember details you’d rather just forget. 

The fact he’s so laid back about it, gives her ease. “Not right now. I just... I wanna spend time with someone I’m comfortable with.” She says in return, quiet. She’s softer than she’s been in years, she feels. 

“Sorry to just... show up, unannounced, Cal.” She mumbles, suddenly thunking her head against his arm, groaning. “I should have called first.”

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erranthart‌:

it’s not too early to be awake. contrary to popular belief, he’s a ‘morning person’.  usually up at the asscrack of dawn and halfway through a day before most people have rolled out of bed.  it’s one of those things about keeping weird hours when on a warrant… a lot of watching, waiting, working when most other people were either winding down for the day, or just waking up to it… and here… he tends to fall into something of a routine of letting the soft light of new dawn wake him.

he is – cleaning his guns ( plural ). laid out meticulously and working at ease while a bowl of cereal grows soggy, idly forgotten and left to one side.  but the knock on the metal door to his caravan is enough to rouse him from the task at hand…  already with suspicions about who might be on the other side… there was only one person who generally came out this way anyway…

he’s not wrong.

❝ so which side of the clock are you on?  stayed up all night, or got up too early? ❞

he eases back from the door and goes back into the small interior, leaving it swinging in invitation - not that she needed one.

❝ does this visit call for coffee or beer? ❞

“Nightmares.” She counters, rubbing a hand over one eye, looking up at him, she may have been crying earlier- it’s hard to tell. 

He’s so accepting of her just appearing in his door, tired and needing someone- it makes her heart ache with how much he means to her. 

“...Coffee. I have work later.” She says quietly. She’s so tired, an accumulation of sleepless nights working with the monster issues, and other things, it’s catching up to the twenty-something woman. 

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drakeharrissyfyrp‌:

“Cal? Can’t say that I have. Only just got back from vacation a few days ago though.” Drake was uneasy about the man, having seen him around. Giving off such an abrasive vibe, Drake wondered what someone like Gwen was doing with him. She seemed very positive right now, especially once Drake gave the okay for Chinook to stay inside. “So, do you want anything to drink? Or are you on the clock?” he asked. 

“Not technically on the clock. But let’s be honest, if something pops up, I’ll take care of it.” She shrugged. “So yes, drink please!” She grinned, despite getting the feeling the elder of the two didn’t like her human companion. Chinook lowered himself to the floor, out of the way, and about as daintily as a german shepard can, lapped at his water. 

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BLUE BANANAS

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drakeharrissyfyrp‌:

Drake had gone to The Old Shoppe to trim his hair up. He had gotten it done in the bigger city, but thankfully all he needed was the trim to maintain his hair and beard. He liked coming here from time to time, as it didn’t have that sanitized smell that most salons did. He glanced over at the clothing section and already started on ideas on how to change them up. He wasn’t a fashion designer by any means, but Drake did like to alter his clothes to make them stand out, even if this town wasn’t really one to appreciate it too much. 

He was unaware of the next creatures to appear in the town. He heard of the worms, but he had yet to come across them yet. Perhaps they had come and gone. Lost in thought, he returned to reality when the bell rang from the door. Glancing over, he saw that it was Gwen. Chinook was hanging out with her, but the bartender was thankfully nice about it. To a point, as Drake noticed the bartender giving the dog a warning look. “Hey there Gwen. What brought you here?” asked Drake, as the bartender was working on the head at the moment. 

Gwen blew at her fringe, only for it to land right back in her eyes. “My hair is a pain in my ass.” She said simply, swiping it from her face with two fingers. Chinook, being the good dog he was, took a seat beside the door, silent and well behaved. 

“What’s got my favorite bartender here?” Gwen counter, even if it were obvious, but she was grinning. She enjoyed Drake, and the company he provided. 

The worms, for the moment, were far from her thoughts- they weren’t there to bother her and so she had no real reason to think about them.... or so she hoped.

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[konoko]

*wakes up*

ah shit, here we go again

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@erranthart

It was way too early to be awake. But her mind was full of nightmares again, and Chinook couldn’t soothe her this time. Tiredly, she made her way to her car, leaving Chinook sleeping in his bed. 

The jeep started with no issue, and she pulled out of her driveway, yawning into the crook of her arm, briefly, as she drove to Cal’s. She didn’t want to be alone, and he was the one she trusted most. 

When she pulled into his drive, she wasn’t sure if he was up, or just left lights on accidentally, but she slipped from the jeep and walked toward his humble abode, dark circles under her eyes. It wasn’t long before she was knocking, though. 

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@notamiraclxworker

Blood is smeared on the left side of her face, her hands have blood on them, a slight limp in her step. She liked adventuring with Chinook, and it took it’s toll today, it would seem. A misstep and she fell, and apparently, old, abandoned houses floors didn’t take well to people falling on them- and the floor gave out.

Which was what lead her stumbling into Julio’s space of work, wiping the blood from her eye, onto her hand, then to her jeans. “Hey, uh, I think i may have fucked up a bit.” She tried to add humor to her voice but, it was hard when you’re in pain. 

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charlietorres‌:

     Meanwhile Charlie keeps hopping from one foot to the other in a feeble attempt to avoid the slugs — under closer inspection they might be worms but they don’t know the difference to make any educated guess — from their shoes.

“Are you sure do don’t want me to stick around? I mean, we all know what happened last time something wiggly come to Pleasant and,“ they briefly look down at the paper back they’re holding, “I’ve got the goods. Well if chips, fruit bars, Oreos and Cheez-Its are your thing.“

“Are you sure you want to stick around?” Gwen counters, brow raised. “It’s uh, disgusting, if you ask me.” She adds, hand at her hip, where her gun rests- as if one of the giant man eating worms may sprout up.