haven gaumont

303 lighthouse way

[declanhqs]

@covestarters​

Though Lighthouse Cove was the last place Declan anticipated his team would relocate him to upon his release from rehab, they didn’t do a half-bad job. It was quaint but lively. Hidden away to keep from appearing on gossip blogs but aesthetically pleasing enough to maintain the enviable Instagram presence of a so-called celebrity. The adjustment period didn’t have much of a learning curve either, and the people were pleasant enough. His agents placed him there to give him a relaxing “in-between” period before finding his next gig, but he wouldn’t be upset if his stay was longer than expected.

If there was anything similar about his tenure in Seattle and his current stint in Lighthouse Cove, it was the reliability of finding him seated on the beach with his toes in the sand during his free time. (His free time was limited before; now his schedule was wide open.) His arms were crossed on top of his knees, propping his head up as he looked out at the water. Hearing someone make themselves comfortable nearby, he raised his head and momentarily tilted his attention to the side. “You a regular around these parts, too?”

[hvngmnt]

Haven’s head shot up from where it’d been buried in his book. He’d settled in barely noticing that the other was sitting nearby. But once his brain caught up with his surroundings, he offered a grin. “It’s a nice place to be,” he replied, gesturing to the tome in his hands. “Good place to read because of the uh.. peacefulness, you know?”

[hvngmnt]

@for-your-secrets​

He was in a rush, not an uncommon occurrence really, but holy hell did he wish that he had some semblance of mind to actually plan for fifteen minutes of leeway time. Somewhere in Haven’s brain, he left a mental note for himself to set his alarm earlier. Hopefully he’d remember it. Unlikely. He pulled out his phone to check the time, relieved to see that he had maybe five minutes before he was really in trouble. But as Haven stepped out from Lighthouse Bagels and onto the sidewalk, what little time he’d had left disappeared when he collided into an unsuspecting passerby. “Oh my god- I-” he winced as he saw his phone go flying and clattering onto the sidewalk. “Oh no, there goes my screen.”

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ofidyllics

“WELL, I HAVE good news and bad news for you,” dominic said with a smirk. “bad news: i don’t know anything about cooking tofurkey. however, the good news is that i’m a chef so i’m sure i can figure it out.” without waiting to be invited in (he’d taken the tofurkey plea as invitation enough), he waltzed inside and used the burning smell to lead himself to the kitchen. “okay. so, what exactly are you trying to do with the tofurkey?”

He let out a sigh of relief, knowing that at least there was someone in the vicinity who could... salvage, the poor thing. “Just... I don’t know. Cook it? I usually make a bunch of food all at once so I have a week of leftovers, but I’ve never actually done anything tofu-esque.” Haven scratched the back of his head, kind of in embarrassment. “Honestly, the only reason I’m doing this option is because Lisa, the client I was expecting, is vegan, and I didn’t want to accidentally offend her or something while we’re working together.” He cleared his throat and offered a joking grin. “So really just. I don’t know. Go for it?”

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covebxys

“well that certainly explains it“ bruno smirked as he shook his head, “it would be a crime to punch such a pretty face” bruno teased as he brought his drink to his lips. he figured the best way to fit in with this town was to be as charming and friendly as possible, as hard as that was for the arrogant barber. “why thank you” bruno placed his hands on his hips before motioning to the other, “likewise, i’m digging your shirt as well” bruno chuckled before asking, “you having a good time at this gatsby-fest?”

A laugh bubbled out from Haven. He nodded enthusiastically in reply. “Why thank you, I found it hiding way back in the closet. God knows I need to throw out stuff I don’t need,” he said, bouncing a little bit on his toes. “I actually am! Having a good time, I mean. I’m sure the hangover will be murder tomorrow, but also, most definitely worth it! What about you?” Haven squinted, pointing playfully at the other. “How many shots in are you?”

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velvetrcpe

“oh, thank you ! it has been a long road but i finally got here.” aaron smiled fondly, gesturing around the diner with a hand. he could shed a tear because of the other’s compliment about it, but he was way too excited for that. “oh. really? you want to question me?” it came to him as aHUGE surprise, yet he couldn’t help but smile. never thought anyone’d be interested on how it all started, but was quite ecstatic about to tell his life story. it was time to calm himself down. the day had barely started; there was no need for an early freakout. “nice meetin’ you, haven. i’m aaron and i’d love to talk to you about the diner… again, thanks. you’re too kind.” he smiled as he placed his hand over his chest.

He settled onto one of the bar stools. “Yeah! It’s like-” Haven waved his hands emphatically, trying to find the right words. “People who come up with these sort of ideas always has some kind of fun story to tell, and well... I don’t know. I like writing about them.” He shrugged before clearing his throat. “Like, why did you want to make a diner like this? Why not go for something a little more mod?”

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covebxys

bruno was minding his own business, sipping on a glass of jack on the rocks when he felt an arm reach out and smack him on his side. “what the fu-” he called out, his days of bar fighting in the city were now long gone and he realized where he was and that no one was probably trying to come for him like that. he raised a brow and asked, “so, how many shots in are you?” bruno asked with a cocky smirk plastered on his face, “you’re lucky i stopped myself, this body’s a machine” he teased with a smirk, flexing his muscles in his tight white button down shirt. money had certainly changed bruno’s life, but it hadn’t made him stop being a douche bag.

“None!” came the giddy reply. And it was true. he really hadn’t had a single one of those fancy shots that some of the guests seemed to be enjoying. “I am, however, on my fourth glass of champagne. Very nice of you to not punch me back!” He glanced down, almost as if he were pondering something very important, before his head shot back up, a wide grin across his face. “Nice shirt!”

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velvetrcpe

         soraya couldn’t help but think, we have truly survived another year. what an incredible blessing ! the new years party had an energy she couldn’t keep up with anymore. especially with the heels she was wearing and in an inspired roaring 20′s ensemble, the petite woman was already worn out. she had to find a wall to cling to and was relieved that she found one that wasn’t too crowded. “as awful as it may sound, i think i chose the wrong profession…” she chuckled softly, shaking her head lightly. “you’re enjoying the sight of all this, aren’t ya? you a writer, too?” she asked with a smile, genuinely interested in what the other had to say.

He let a grin spread across his face, nodding in agreement. “Ghost writer,” he clarified.  “Which actually sounds a lot cooler than it actually is, but then again, so does spelunking, so I guess that it all depends on your interests.” He paused, scrunching his nose when he realized how many words just came out of his mouth. “I think... I might be a little more drunk than I thought I was.” Shaking his head, he turned back to the small woman. “How about you? What writing do you do?”

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ofidyllics

“I AM NOT,” dominic said, looking down as if to make sure he really wasn’t lisa. “and i am also not in the right place, i don’t think. sorry to have wasted your time.” he began to walk away before turning back around. “are you okay? you seemed stressed when you thought i was lisa.”

He couldn’t help but grimace at the odd first impression that he’d made. “Um yeah, sorry, I uh-” Haven winced as he heard something clatter in the kitchen behind him. “Sorry just, I burned something and I have a client coming in today, but she never specified what time and so I’m just stressed that she’s going to pop up at the worst possible time and-” His shoulders dropped as he let out a resigned sigh. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about cooking tofurkey? Because I don’t.”

[sydguhifjgk-deactivated20200113]

       elijah’s eyes scan the room, making awkward eye contact with someone near him. he lifts his glass to take a sip, his nose scrunching when the liquid makes its way down his throat. “i really don’t know why i bother getting a drink at parties when it all tastes like shit to me. he looks down at the amber liquid in his glass, his face contorting in disgust. surely, it was to give the illusion that he was involved in his surroundings - even if he would much rather be anywhere else right now.

[hvngmnt]

“You have to put sugar in it,” Haven replied, holding up his own ungodly pink drink. He paused, tilting his head in thought. “Although, I know champagne is just apple cider with a weird aftertaste.” It took him a moment to really register the fact that this guy was not looking for advice, but rather a way out of having to drink his drink. “Here, I’ll take it. We can swap.”

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@mickeyanderson​

He was regretting not attending the open house now. It seemed like it might have been a good idea to meet everyone before he went ahead and threw himself into a full-on gatsby-style party. There was hardly anyone that Haven knew well. Faces that he vaguely recognized, sure, but very few who he could say he felt the desperate need to talk to. He wandered aimlessly for another few seconds before he bumped into someone, and when he whirled around, he was relieved to find a familiar face. “Oh hey! It’s you!” he greeted, grin finding its way onto his face. “How’s your proof of a social life going?”

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@covebxys​

“Oh- fuck - help-” A hand shot out to grab the nearest person to steady his balance, but whoever Haven had been reaching out to (and he wasn’t entirely sure he was actually aiming for a specific person) was clearly not prepared to help, because Haven was 90% sure he’d just socked someone instead of grabbing them. Once his flailing ceased and his balance restored, the ghost author straightened and grimaced, apology written clear in his expression. “I’m so sorry,” he started. “I didn’t mean to whack you, I promise.”

[wtfscouts]

scout loved anything to do with the 20s, and now that it was the 20s again, she was thriving. with her virgin margarita in her hand, she surveyed the party at hand. she wasn’t going to drink, but she loved watching everyone around her getting completely wasted out of their minds. it was interesting to see how a simple intake of too much of something could make you go w i l d. not that that was a bad thing, just not for scout. she was a goody goody two shoes, and she knew it. 

so walking over into the corner, she lost her balance on her heel and all of a sudden she was on the the floor, margarita all over her dress and the floor. / @covestarters​

[hvngmnt]

Haven let out a yelp as he watched the woman’s spectacular fall, his own hand shooting out to try and catch her before she hit the ground. That failing, he was on his knees in a second, rushing to pull her up again. “Oh my god, are you okay?” he asked, ignoring the fact that his knees were soaked with her drink. “Did you hit your head?”

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@velvetrcpe​

Haven watched with near child-like fascination as the party moved around him. His energy was finally winding down, the big new years cheer slowly dwindling, turning into something more akin to exhaustion. But for many of the guests, it looked like they were just getting started. He let out a small chuckle, glancing at the other person who had decided to cling to the wall. “You know, I think I might be in the wrong profession. I should have taken up journalism to write about this,” he said.

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[sweetdreamcr-deactivated2020033]

beautiful blue eye-shadow smeared onto each eyelid with precision, malachi harding looked to-die-for. in his black skinny jeans and opened button-up blouse, the male walked the streets trying to get familiar with his surroundings. having just moved in he didn’t know much about anything and he figured it was about time to check things out. 

rounding the corner to lighthouse bagels, he figured that this was his next stop. pushing the door open, malachi was embraced by the sweet smell of the pastries. though, he wasn’t hungry so he just sat down and enjoyed the atmosphere. he sat at the bar, waiting for someone to come and interrupt his peace —  not that he would really mind. / @covestarters​

[hvngmnt]

He wondered if he could be considered a regular now. Haven had been popping into the bagel/cafe shop ever since he’d discovered the place. Half of him wanted to bring his laptop so he could actually do some writing. The other half told him that if he tried, he’d spill coffee and break his new computer.

Haven pushed away from the counter, departing from his conversation with a smile and a wave to the barista. The cafe was a little more crowded than normal, and his regular table near the window was currently occupied by another person. But the seat across was open, and well, Haven was never one to turn down an introduction. “Um hey,” he began waving a little to catch the guy’s attention. “You okay if I invaded this space a bit?”

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velvetrcpe

having  a  newly  reopened  diner  was  exciting  for  aaron.  he  almost  can’t  contain  his  excitement,  but  for  his  sake,  he  had  to  keep  himself  composed  or  he’d  combust.  barely  parking  his  car  and  arriving  through  the  back,  the  butterflies  in  his  stomach  were  getting  out  of  hand.  “ you  got  this, ”  he  whispered  to  himself  before  making  his  appearance  at  the  counter;  closely  listening  in  on  the  other’s  inquiry.  he  chuckled  softly  but  mainly  to  himself,  “ that’d  be  me;  how can i help you ? ”

Haven stood up a little straighter, the grin not leaving his face. “This diner is absolutely amazing,” he said, the words spilling from his mouth as he tried to convey his excitement. “And I would absolutely love to ask you some questions about like, how you thought of it and everything and just-” He took a breath, realizing that this was absolutely not professional and he most definitely needed to tone it down at least five notches. “Hi. I’m Haven, I’m a ghost writer and I would really love to tell the story of your diner. Because it’s awesome.”