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Jackie snorted and made an eye roll at his examination of the device. She was still going to attempt to fix it, regardless of what he said. Mason was right about a lot of things, which was incredibly annoying. But she wasn’t going to give him he satisfaction. “I’m not throwing it away. I have until tomorrow to have it done anyway, so I can just.. push it aside and party with you,” she smirked as she took the device and placed it inside of a drawer for later. She wasn’t surprised when he didn’t seem as intrigued by her story. Mason was practical, a realist, not having time for nonsense and anything that was actually fun when it came to history. Everything was to be taken seriously. “Something that is incredibly true. There’s books and articles and actual proof about this story, asshole. Just because you haven’t heard about it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” she reached up and placed a hand on the side of his face, “Unfortuntely you can’t know everything, sweet cheeks.” She grinned and gave his cheek a little smack.

No matter what she said, Mason was getting annoyed. He needed his fix, and Jackie was taking too long. “Good. Push it aside and let’s go, I need my daily dose of Jack, and my daily does of Jackie.” He half teased. Mason tried listening to her ridiculous excuses, but he still wouldn’t buy it. “There is nothing about this story that seems even a little bit believable, but does it really matter what I believe, you’re going to tell it anyway.” Which was true, the minute Mason didn’t believe something, Jackie would try to tell everyone. It annoyed him to no end, but Mason quite liked the effort she always put in to annoy him. Mason wouldn’t be where he was today without Jackie always pushing his buttons. Mason smirked as her hand smacked his cheek. He immediately grabbed it, his reflexes fast, and began to pull her away from the counter. “Okay, enough chit chat. Let’s go get drunk please. Or at least watch me get drunk.”

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With the quickness of Mason grabbing her hand, Jackie’s smile was wiped away from a moment as he suggested they go and drink the night away. “Lucky for you, I have a brand new bottle of bourbon waiting for me upstairs,” she finally smiled, sliding away from him and moving towards the back of the shop that would lead up to her apartment. Before going through the door, she looked over her shoulder, “Are you coming?” She smirked before shutting off the lights of the shop.

After a short time, they were both upstairs. Jackie was in her room getting herself ready for the night out, which meant that she had left Mason in the living room. She was sure he would help himself to the bourbon while he waited, so she was trying to speed up her routine. However, it seemed she wasn’t fast enough. When she returned to the living room all dolled up, she saw Mason on the couch with a glass in hand and the bottle of booze half gone. “Oh, Mace,” she sighed, moving closer towards him. “You just can’t seem to pace yourself, can you?” She chuckled lightly, plopping on the couch next to him.

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Jackie pressed her lips together in a fine line as he spoke, her eyes squinting a bit as she listened to his poor comparison. Once he cracked, she let out her own loud laugh. “My job is to see if it is worth fixing, you dope. And I haven’t made up my mind yet,” She rounded the counter towards the shop door, twisting the locks, turning the open sign to closed, and shutting the blinds. Turning around, she scoffed and placed her hand on her chest in offense, “How dare you! I’ll have you know I’ve got a great spooky voice. I scare all the teenagers who think they can pull one over on me and steal shit.” She giggled as she went back behind the counter to where he was sitting. Leaning on the counter next to him, Jackie eyed him up a bit. “Well, there’s this one story about a man whom was killed by his pregnant wife. He was having an affair and she was not very happy about it, for obvious reasons. But the killer part? His mistress was the towns witch. Crazy, right? And when she found out he was murdered by his wife, she casted a curse on the woman and her unborn child. Wicked, huh?”

“Well, hear let me save you the wasted time, and do your job for you.” Mason replied, picking up the busted phone and lifting it just high enough to be out of Jackie’s reach. He examined it intently before replying again. “Definitely not worth fixing. Throw it away and come party with me.” It was Halloween after all, and even though they had a few tours to do, Mason was planning on getting drunk, as usual. He placed his hand over hers as soon as it was on his chest. “You’re spooky voice is shit, Jackie. Now, you’re angry voice, that’s a whole other monster. That’s what probably scares kids.” Mason was still holding the phone out of her reach, but he was tempted to actually throw it in the trash can. Instead he sat back down and listened to Jackie’s story. “That was….something.” Mason didn’t know how to respond, especially since he didn’t believe a word of that story. He didn’t believe in ghosts, or witches, or anything supernatural.

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Jackie snorted and made an eye roll at his examination of the device. She was still going to attempt to fix it, regardless of what he said. Mason was right about a lot of things, which was incredibly annoying. But she wasn’t going to give him he satisfaction. “I’m not throwing it away. I have until tomorrow to have it done anyway, so I can just.. push it aside and party with you,” she smirked as she took the device and placed it inside of a drawer for later. She wasn’t surprised when he didn’t seem as intrigued by her story. Mason was practical, a realist, not having time for nonsense and anything that was actually fun when it came to history. Everything was to be taken seriously. “Something that is incredibly true. There’s books and articles and actual proof about this story, asshole. Just because you haven’t heard about it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” she reached up and placed a hand on the side of his face, “Unfortuntely you can’t know everything, sweet cheeks.” She grinned and gave his cheek a little smack.

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Jackie side eyed her best friend as he spoke, not exactly willing to argue with him considering he was right. The day was a waste to be open. Then when he got closer, she tensed up for a moment at the contact before he eventually pulled away. “Too bad my screwdriver will forever be more impressive,” she mused with a cheeky grin before turning in her chair to face him. “I’m pretty sure they ran it over with their car, but that’s not important. I am completely excited for this Haunted Graveyard Tour! I’ve already done a ton of research, it’s going to be amazing. And I’ve been practicing my spooky voice.”

The teasing never got old, especially since Jackie knew exactly how to fight back. “Oh will it? Well, then I guess I should just take my screwdriver somewhere else then? Somewhere that’s worthy of it’s awesomeness.” Mason said, feigning offense, walking away from Jackie, tripping over his own feet. However, he couldn’t keep up the act and quickly started laughing. “That may have been the worst analogy I have ever used.” He walked back over to where he was sitting, retaking his place behind the counter. “Who the fuck runs over a phone anyway?” Mason said more as a statement then a question. “Is it even worth fixing?” At the mention of research, Mason’s ears perked up. He loved research, which is why he agreed to do the Graveyard Tours in the first place. He loved learning knew things about the town, plus he loved figuring out ways that people died. Yeah, it might be a little cryptic, but when one is studying to be a detective, or a medical examiner, Mason hadn’t decided yet, it’s easy to get fascinated by the cryptic. “What have you uncovered? Anything interesting?” Mason was fully intrigued. “Now, it’s definitely time to lock up, no one’s here, and I want to see your research. Besides, I have to hear the spooky voice you’re referring too, because if it’s the one you did when we were kids, it needs some work.”

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Jackie pressed her lips together in a fine line as he spoke, her eyes squinting a bit as she listened to his poor comparison. Once he cracked, she let out her own loud laugh. “My job is to see if it is worth fixing, you dope. And I haven’t made up my mind yet,” She rounded the counter towards the shop door, twisting the locks, turning the open sign to closed, and shutting the blinds. Turning around, she scoffed and placed her hand on her chest in offense, “How dare you! I’ll have you know I’ve got a great spooky voice. I scare all the teenagers who think they can pull one over on me and steal shit.” She giggled as she went back behind the counter to where he was sitting. Leaning on the counter next to him, Jackie eyed him up a bit. “Well, there’s this one story about a man whom was killed by his pregnant wife. He was having an affair and she was not very happy about it, for obvious reasons. But the killer part? His mistress was the towns witch. Crazy, right? And when she found out he was murdered by his wife, she casted a curse on the woman and her unborn child. Wicked, huh?”

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Either time has froze, or business was really that dead. Jackie sat on the stool behind the counter of the shop, lips pushed out in thought as she tapped her fingers against the counter top. She had a piece of equipment in front of her that she should have been working on. But it was such a slow day, she figured she had plenty of time to fix the piece of tech.

Picking up a small tool, she poked the technology’s inners and frowned. “Entertain me,” she said with a pout. Today was not a good day for Poole’s Repairs. Just then, she heard the door open, causing her to look up in hopes that business was coming.

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“God this place is like a Ghost Town.” Mason teased. “I swear it’s like you never work.” He chuckled as he sat next to his best friend behind the counter. “Relying on technology to keep you entertained.” He leaned in, lips close to her ear, hand on the small of her back. “You know I could do a much better job than that screwdriver can.” Mason winked before pulling away and messing with some of the tools on the counter. “So uh, I was gonna ask if you wanted to plan for the Graveyard Tours for the Festival, but you look like you’re having so much fun fixing…what is that? Is that a phone? Damn, did someone throw it off a cliff?”

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Jackie side eyed her best friend as he spoke, not exactly willing to argue with him considering he was right. The day was a waste to be open. Then when he got closer, she tensed up for a moment at the contact before he eventually pulled away. “Too bad my screwdriver will forever be more impressive,” she mused with a cheeky grin before turning in her chair to face him. “I’m pretty sure they ran it over with their car, but that’s not important. I am completely excited for this Haunted Graveyard Tour! I’ve already done a ton of research, it’s going to be amazing. And I’ve been practicing my spooky voice.”

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Either time has froze, or business was really that dead. Jackie sat on the stool behind the counter of the shop, lips pushed out in thought as she tapped her fingers against the counter top. She had a piece of equipment in front of her that she should have been working on. But it was such a slow day, she figured she had plenty of time to fix the piece of tech.

Picking up a small tool, she poked the technology’s inners and frowned. “Entertain me,” she said with a pout. Today was not a good day for Poole’s Repairs. Just then, she heard the door open, causing her to look up in hopes that business was coming.

Not privvy to the previous statement the young woman had recently made to apparently nobody, in waltzed Rowan, his tablet in hand. “ Hi. “ he spoke a little nervously, sliding the tablet, in it’s protective case, across the counter in her direction. “ I uhm.. busted my tablet and.. was hoping to get an appraisal on how much it would cost to have it fixed.. “

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Jackie eyed him up, nodding as she held out her hand to take a look at the piece of tech. She didn’t want to come across as too eager, that wouldn’t be very professional for one, and two? It would show how bad buisness has been. “Hmm, it’s not that serious, but it’s a good thing you brought it in before it got worse,” she told him, examining the tablet for a moment before looking up to him. “I can have it fixed in an hour for a hundred bucks.”

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Either time has froze, or business was really that dead. Jackie sat on the stool behind the counter of the shop, lips pushed out in thought as she tapped her fingers against the counter top. She had a piece of equipment in front of her that she should have been working on. But it was such a slow day, she figured she had plenty of time to fix the piece of tech.

Picking up a small tool, she poked the technology’s inners and frowned. “Entertain me,” she said with a pout. Today was not a good day for Poole’s Repairs. Just then, she heard the door open, causing her to look up in hopes that business was coming.

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――― ZOEY DEUTCH? No, that’s JACQUELINE AMELIA POOLE! They are the TWENTY FIVE year old child of RILEY POOLE . They can be described as RESOURCEFUL, DEVOTED, AND AUDACIOUS but can also be SARDONIC, SPITEFUL AND A KNOW IT ALL. They were blessed with the power of STOPPING/PAUSING TIME after traumatic event . They use SHE/HER pronouns and are HETEROSEXUAL.

Jacqueline is the love child between Jacqueline and Riley Poole. Yes, that is correct. She was named after her mother. Well, her first name anyway. But we’ll get to that soon. Her mother and father fell madly in love shortly after meeting one another by chance. She had read his book, and he was smitten from that day on. It was a love that only the gods would have created. She was beautiful and intelligent, and her father just the same. They shared a love that was like no other. Or so she was told. Jacqueline never got to meet her mother. Unfortunately, she had passed away while giving birth. It was tragic, and really hard on her dad. But he had his daughter, and decided to pass along his wife’s name to their miracle baby.

Jacqueline, or Jackie, was incredibly close with her father. They did everything together. He taught her how to read, how to swim, how to fix little things here and there, and eventually taught her about coding and hacking, something they decided to keep on the down low. But whatever it was that they did, they did it together. That included opening up Poole’s Repairs. Riley opened the shop when Jackie was about five, and she’s been a big help ever since. They would fix phones, computers, the works. It’s actually what got Jackie into programming and engineering.

Which lead her to Calisota University. She studied her ass off, as well as worked full time at the family shop. She did it all. And never once complained. She loved her life, she loved the opportunities she was granted, and she loved her dad. It was a perfect world. Once Jackie graduated, she moved into the apartment above the shop, deciding it was easier for her to be there more often if she lived closer. Riley took time off here and there, but it was mainly because Jackie forced him to. He worked too hard and never really took time to himself ever since she was a child. He deserved it, and she was perfectly capable of running the shop on her own. They were a well oiled machine, the two of them. Two peas of the same pod. They told each other everything. Or.. almost everything.

Shortly after an attack on her walk home from dinner with her best friend mason one night, Jackie began noticing something.. odd happening. She would go on with her day in the shop per usual, but everything felt.. static. Stale. Like something wasn’t right. She would look at the clock and it would read three o’clock. She would look back after what seemed like hours and realize it was still reading three. Surely the clock was just wrong, right? Then again, it had felt a lot later than it seemed to be.. It wasn’t until she was out one day, strolling through the park did she notice just how wrong she was. People were frozen, not moving. Dogs were jumping mid air to get a ball, the people were stopped mid walk, mid talk, everything was just.. still. Until something happened and everyone was back to normal.

It scared the crap out of her, not knowing what this was. So she kept it to herself. She didn’t tell another soul. Well, besides Mason. But someone needed to know. She didn’t understand why she had this powers and what she was supposed to do with them. Luckily, she didn’t need to figure it out right away. Maybe some things just.. happened for a reason.

HEADCANONS:

She was born on February 14, which means her mother died on Valentine’s Day. So every year, Riley and Jackie make sure to spend the day together.

She’s an Aquarius.

She has somewhat of an oral fixation. She can usually always be seen with a lollipop. Call it a sweet tooth, call it nerves, call it whatever. The girl can’t shake it. But it was better than smoking (side eyes mason.)

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