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Vince Woods, He/Him/His, Gay, Mechanic, Vampire Hunter

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Ten dogs were leashed to Quinn’s hips as she walked through the park. They were young, each of them between 2 and 5 months, making the stroll very entertaining. One of the puppers bounded over a stranger to sniff excitedly at their shoes. “Oops! Look out!”

Vince wandered through the park, shoulders slumped, hands in his pockets. He’d been on a bender for the last week, going between happy drunk, angry drunk, and sad drunk like a bad song on repeat. He’d practically had to force himself to get out of his junk yard, get some fresh air, try to level out his head. Blinking down he was surprised to see a curious puppy sniffing at his boots. He snickered and squatted down to give him a friendly scratch behind the ears. “Aint you cute.”

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He wasn’t completely sure he understood the difference; but he was interested none the less. “Bones?” He asked. “What like, that show? Or when use skulls to guess at what people looked like and shit? That like archaeology and shit?”

“Archaeology is a tad to the left of Forensic anthro but yeah basically.” Ian chuckled, “I’m Bones with Booth’s charm.” He winked as he looked back to the cars. “Don’t you think?”

Growing up with Indiana Jones being his favorite movie, he always thought archaeology was probably one of the coolest career tracks, even if he was pretty sure it was a bit different than how it was shown in the movies. Looking Archer up and down for a moment he let out a snort of a laugh. “Shit, I guess. Honestly, I’ve only seen a few episodes.”

Vince was drunk. Not shitfaced, not black out drunk, not tipsy; just that perfect warm peaceful nirvana one could only find half way through a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. The sun had finally set, and laying back on the hood of a beat up car, the hunter could still feel the heat of the sun radiating off the metal of the car and warming him. With the cold bottle in his hand, the buzz of alcohol in his head, and the gentle chords of The Eagles playing from the speakers; the pain from his burns on his palms faded to a gentle static white noise.

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Fala took pride in her bike only for the sake of her husband. He liked them, and in turn she had delved into the world of motorcycles. The newer models were getting to be complicated for her, and when a strange sound started coming from her engine she didn’t want to risk wrecking the whole thing as she had done many times before. Instead she took it to the auto repair shop easing it into an idle and parking it near the front. Knocking the kickstand into place from the bike to rest, she finally turned it off to look for a mechanic. “Hello? Anyone working today?”

Vince glanced up when he heard an unfamiliar voice, hopping off the hood of the car and swaying dangerously for a moment as he struggled to regain his balance through the haze of whiskey. “Uh, shit yeah, I’m here.” He drawled, scrubbing an open palm across his face before wandering over to the bike. “Nice bike. Actin’ up on ya?”

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He thought it was a shame they didn’t have any kind of garage classes at the college, now that he was a permanent fixture in Klamenth, he’d consider saving up to hone his skills professionally. “There a difference between that and psychology?” Vince asked, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, psychology is a more limited field. It’s more about the human mind and shit. Anthro can extend into a lot of disciplines because of its broad reach. There’s actually four or five different kinds of anthro speaking in big terms. I specialize in some cultural and in bones.”

He wasn’t completely sure he understood the difference; but he was interested none the less. “Bones?” He asked. “What like, that show? Or when use skulls to guess at what people looked like and shit? That like archaeology and shit?”

Vince was drunk. Not shitfaced, not black out drunk, not tipsy; just that perfect warm peaceful nirvana one could only find half way through a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. The sun had finally set, and laying back on the hood of a beat up car, the hunter could still feel the heat of the sun radiating off the metal of the car and warming him. With the cold bottle in his hand, the buzz of alcohol in his head, and the gentle chords of The Eagles playing from the speakers; the pain from his burns on his palms faded to a gentle static white noise.

“You look fucked up.” Atticus surveyed the man resting against a car that had seen better days, and pondered his next move. He had been bumming around town, searching for something new to occupy his town. ever since things had gone quiet, he had ached for a way to light his fire. “Plan on sharin’ any of that?”

“S’cause I am fucked up!” He cheered, holding his bottle in the air in a cheers sort of motion before wiggling it at Atticus; the movement making him sway enough that he had to hold onto the car with his free hand. “Fuck yeah, liquor can always use company.”

Vince was drunk. Not shitfaced, not black out drunk, not tipsy; just that perfect warm peaceful nirvana one could only find half way through a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. The sun had finally set, and laying back on the hood of a beat up car, the hunter could still feel the heat of the sun radiating off the metal of the car and warming him. With the cold bottle in his hand, the buzz of alcohol in his head, and the gentle chords of The Eagles playing from the speakers; the pain from his burns on his palms faded to a gentle static white noise.

#wildstatestarter #the open sign is probably still up #come join vince at his private party #hes dealing with stuff the only way he knows how

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Vince nodded, though he was surprised,this guy did not look like how he pictured professors. “Yeah part A connects to part B, its all pretty straightforward, no grey areas or issues of moral integrity. I feel you there.” He leaned lazily against the car nearest them. “So what do you teach? I don’t think they got a garage or shop class down at the college.”

He chuckled as Vince simplified it, a bit far more than he’d considered. But he supposed that was just as appealing as the rest. The rote-ness of it. No moral quandaries. No haunting nightmares about living and dying and choices dragging their claws into his chest. If he fucked up, the way to fix it was fairly clear. “There’s not. I’m an anthropologist which is a fancy way of saying I people watch and talk shit.” Ian looked over with a grin.

He thought it was a shame they didn’t have any kind of garage classes at the college, now that he was a permanent fixture in Klamenth, he’d consider saving up to hone his skills professionally. “There a difference between that and psychology?” Vince asked, genuinely curious.

#I have a degree in anthropology and trying to explain my major to people that was like the first they all said

The lines are beginning to blur between the bruises you left me in times of lust and in times of anger.

illbeforeverweird

He turned me into an object and I turned him into a God.

how sick is that?

#vince aesthetic

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“Hey there, gorgeous.” Snow teased in his usual charismatic fashion that paired well with a pinch of snark. “You’re a sight for sore eyes. I took tomorrow off, so what are you up to?”

He was in the mood to kick back with a bowl of popcorn and movie for the evening, but Snow never had a set plan written out. Time was too precious and the townsfolk of Klamenth Falls seemed to always be up to fun or mischief (he was partial to a mixture of both).

Vince leaned against the wall behind him, brow raised. “Somethin’ tells me you were expecting someone else.” He grinned, crossing his arms. “For the record though, I am off tomorrow.”

It had felt like ages since he saw Snow, one of the few people in Klamenth he really considered a friend. The could probably use to catch up, but it definitely seemed like he as expecting someone a little more special.

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Vince nodded, that was fair. He was adjusting to the fact that people didn’t really have to choose a label and that things weren’t always so black and white. “Yeah, I didn’t see a lot of the nice places. Hate Texas too, least Oklahoma has good gas prices. What do you do, man?”

“I’m a professor now but still down some mechanic stuff on the side.” He grinned over at him. “For the feel of it mostly. I miss when things were simpler sometimes and this-” Ian gestured around the junkyard, “This reminds me of simpler.”

Vince nodded, though he was surprised,this guy did not look like how he pictured professors. “Yeah part A connects to part B, its all pretty straightforward, no grey areas or issues of moral integrity. I feel you there.” He leaned lazily against the car nearest them. “So what do you teach? I don’t think they got a garage or shop class down at the college.”

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Vince let out a short laugh and nodded, glad this had turned into more of an incident of camaraderie instead of ending in some pissing contest. He didn’t need to be on anyone else’s shit list. “Done some work here and there in Kansas. Think I’ve at least driven through just about every state at once. I liked Cali too, but Klamenth is my favorite so far. You gay?”

Ian raised an eyebrow at the question, “Bi, if I had to pick. Generally don’t. My life partner was a man.” He shrugged and pulled his hands from the guts of a car. “Kansas is nice enough in some places, but it’s still a hotbed. Oklahoma was worse, don’t get me started on Texas.”

Vince nodded, that was fair. He was adjusting to the fact that people didn’t really have to choose a label and that things weren’t always so black and white. “Yeah, I didn’t see a lot of the nice places. Hate Texas too, least Oklahoma has good gas prices. What do you do, man?”

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“Nah, man. I grew up with assholes like that. People weren’t all up in arms about the supernatural where I was from though; they were still concerned with lynchin’ black folk and beatin’ gay kids to death. I don’t want any part of that shit, that’s why I’m still here. Whole lot better than Georgia.”

“The south is a hot bed of bullshit.” Ian agreed as he looked through the cars, “Kansas born myself. Though I’ve lived just about everywhere by now. Preferred Cali.” He looked over, “Easier to be gay there. Even back in the day.”

Vince let out a short laugh and nodded, glad this had turned into more of an incident of comradery instead of ending in some pissing contest. He didn’t need to be on anyone else’s shit list. “Done some work here and there in Kansas. Think I’ve at least driven through just about every state at once. I liked Cali too, but Klamenth is my favorite so far. You gay?”

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“Psh, young? Man, I’m pushin’ thirty, and I aint stupid neither. I’m not supernatural so it’s not like I’m stuck here.” He crossed his arms before giving a dismissive shrug of a shoulder. “Go ahead, jus’ don’ steal nothin’.”

“Thirty’s young.” Ian hummed then laughed, “I won’t. You’re here now and I got plenty of cash.” He moved up to dig through the cars. “I hope you ain’t one of those prejudiced folk.”

“Nah, man. I grew up with assholes like that. People weren’t all up in arms about the supernatural where I was from though; they were still concerned with lynchin’ black folk and beatin’ gay kids to death. I don’t want any part of that shit, that’s why I’m still here. Whole lot better than Georgia.”

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Vince: don't worry about it. youd have my back why shouldnt i have yours

Holly: You having my back is a little more lucrative

Vince: nah, i can count my friends and people i actually trust on one hand i think thats pretty important

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Vince glanced up, surprised to see he was having business already. Stooping down he picked up the sign and tucked it under his arm before turning to face the stranger. “We’re open.” He drawled, grabbing the gate and sliding it open. “You steal somethin’ I’ll hunt yer ass down. Already give you lot a good deal on parts if I don’t have to put them in.”

“Yeah, but the whole closed forever thing makes it sound like I could be getting them free.” Ian waggled his brow, “And what’s a better deal than free.” He asked as he walked in after Vince. “What gives anyway with the permanently thing?”

“Well we aint closed forever, not anymore.” He replied back, trying to keep the venom out of his voice. “I left town, thought it was for good. Can’t really run a mechanic joint when I’m not around.” Vince lead the way past the rows of junked cars and to a couple of containers of parts. “What are you lookin’ for exactly?”

“You left town…?” Ian asked then snorted, “ah to be young and stupid.” He looked over the cars and rolled up his sleeves. “Mind if I dig around?” He waggled his fingers.

“Psh, young? Man, I’m pushin’ thirty, and I aint stupid neither. I’m not supernatural so it’s not like I’m stuck here.” He crossed his arms before giving a dismissive shrug of a shoulder. “Go ahead, jus’ don’ steal nothin’.”

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Vince: i already got too many jobs

Vince: but thanks lol

Holly: I don't think I ever really thanked you for saving my ass the other day. So thank you, I wouldn't have made it through the night without you.

Vince: don't worry about it. youd have my back why shouldnt i have yours

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