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Icarus fell. With the wind in his hair & wax burning his skin, he cried out with unrestrained joy. He was drunk on freedom and high on the open air. Olympus shivered at the sight: A dying boy with hunger in his eyes and teeth bared to the sky. Icarus fell. He was not sorry. He was not afraid. Even when the unforgiving sea embraced him for the last time. Icarus fell, yes, but it was clear that mattered not to him, because before he fell, Icarus flew.

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M. DUKE

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Meghan didn’t have a lot of contact with the people who she had met at the policy academy when she had tried out. Actually, she only still had contact with Jamison. During the many trainings she had often been paired with him and it had turned into a friendship between the two of them. They didn’t see each other as much as they used to anymore but every time they caught up, it was always a good time.

So that was exactly the reason why Meghan was currently seated at a table near the window of the small cafe that they had picked for their monthly meeting (or weekly, it all depended on their schedules). The people of the cafe would know them by name by now.

The moment Meghan saw Jamison walking into the building, she got up while a smile found it’s way to her face. “Jamie, it’s good to see you,” she said excitedly to the man walking her way before she gave him a hug.

         Running into Meghan was a surprise. Albeit, a nice one. His mind was still a bit groggy after just waking up for a nap before heading over to the cafe to stock up on lunch, prior to his late night shift later that day and so he couldn’t exactly recall the very last moment he saw her. He knew it had been awhile though and accepted her huge hug with a grateful smile. She was so excited that her excitement had transferred over onto him, doubling the sentiment in it’s entirety. “Meg, I can’t believe it’s really you. Where have you been?” Her answer would most likely be “around” but, he meant something more along the lines of how have you been? What’s been going on? 

          “You here grabbing lunch? You should have texted me. I would’ve met you. Unless, you already have plans with someone else?” Jamison took a curious glance around as if to check for himself, make sure he wasn’t imposing or interrupting on something.

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C. HALSTEAD.

         He had a point. Apparently wherever the pair were, whenever they were together, there was a 50/50 chance that they were going to get banned or kicked out of a place. It was unfortunate, but it was part of the reason why they shared so many important memories together. And when they were dating? God help whoever had to deal with them. They were attached at the hip, hell, they still were in a lot of ways. Despite the most recent gap in contact between the pair, thanks to Cleo’s desperate escape out of town to tackle a selfish deed for the first time in her life. “Apparently not. Clearly we needed this reminder.” The brunette added, nudging him with her elbow, before a wiggle of her eyebrows soon followed.

          There he was. The protective older brother kicking into high gear, all over a little perfume. Was she surprised? Of course not. She knew Jamison Carter like the back of her hand, and was well versed in his family aspect, and how much they meant to him, particularly his little sister. Someone with whom she grew close to upon her constant visitation at the Carter family home. “Because I’m the brains, and you’re the beauty, duh.” She teased, at his sudden realisation of the well known search engine that could probably do wonders for their adventure right about now.

          Her name was called in the crowd, the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar face catching her off-guard, but not as much as the request for an autograph had. “Really?” She questioned, for her own reassurance than anything, before she glanced at Jami, confusion surpassing any other emotion at this point. “I mean— of course.” Rapidly, she took hold of the pen and paper that was handed to her, signing her name and signature, and a brief message to the young girl, apparently called Megan, before smiling down to the young girl. “It was nice to meet you Megan.” Cleo added, a soft and nervous giggle cautiously falling from her lips.

          Taking a very slow few steps back towards her earlier company, a look of surprise and confusion still evident upon her features. “That was so bizarre.” Cleo admitted, still coming to terms with being recognised. “Sorry,” A brief pause interjecting between words. “apparently I’ve got a fan.” Her hand resting on Jami’s arm, holding herself stable, as she brought herself back to reality. “Anyway — we should be looking for a gift, right?” Desperately, she tried to go back to normalcy, never once wanting Jami to view her any differently. He was home to her, and knew and saw her before anyone ever took the time to notice.

          Jami tried his best to mind his own business while Cleo tended to her newly-minted fan, who called herself Megan. He couldn’t help noticing the exchange though and after drifting away to give them a moment of privacy, he felt his mood souring. It wasn’t Cleo’s fault. Nor was it Megan’s. But, perhaps the principle of it all. They lived and grew up together in a small town. Everyone knew their name, along with the fact that they once dated. Jami could still remember walking into a bar a few months back with some of his cop buddies. They all recognized Cleo on tv and one even made a comment along the lines of; hey carter, isn’t that your girl? He turned towards the TV and realized they were right. But, what troubled Jami the most about it was, he never even knew it was happening. While, he was happy for her (somewhat) because she was out there, doing something for herself, it was still slightly humiliating in the sense that he had absolutely no idea. 

          “Yeah, you know what--” Frustrated, Jami set aside the knick knack in his hands, (which he only picked up to busy himself) before turning to her with a smile that was really more forced than genuine. “I changed my mind. There’s nothing here I think she’ll like. I might just get her a card and some cash. Let her buy herself whatever she wants.” It was obvious something was off with him but, he tried his best not to make that heavily known. Although, taking into account she knew him better than herself at times, she’d most likely notice. “You hungry? I can treat you to a sandwich from that Bistro you like. To say thanks for trying to help me, you know. Although, I’m hopeless.”

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THE STATISTICS —

FULL NAME: Jamison Carter

GENDER & PRO-NOUNS: Male, He/him

DATE OF BIRTH: April 9th, 1990

PLACE OF BIRTH: Magnolia Springs, Alabama

RESIDENT OF: Nettle Oak

OCCUPATION: Cop

FACECLAIM: Chris Wood

THE BIOGRAPHY —

Trigger Warnings: death, illness, pregnancy, drinking

Born to two loving parents, a lawyer and a homeschool teacher, Jamison Carter is the second eldest child of three. He’s the middle child, wedged right between two sisters; one older and one younger, each of them two years apart. Jamison’s mother comes from a conservative family, big on morals and southern hospitality. Meanwhile, his father is a bit more contemporary. They’ve proven that polar opposites can, and do, attract rather beautifully. His father’s a former All-American football star who blew out his knee right before college. With no scholarship, William Carter was forced to re-evaluate his life and career goals. His girlfriend at the time, and Jamison’s mother came from a wealthy family. She found out she was pregnant with her first child well into her freshman year of college. Her parents had no choice but to sign over her trust fund so that she could afford a place to live and have the means to raise her baby. William and Gloria Carter got married a year after their first daughter was born in a small, Church wedding. William got his GED and eventually went into law school with the help of Gloria’s parents connections. He started to flourish as a lawyer while Gloria stayed at home to homeschool her kids. Two years later, the last of the Carter clan was born. During the pregnancy, Gloria suffered a number of complications but the baby eventually turned out fine.

Come a few years later, Gloria got very sick. She passed away just after her youngest turned eleven. Jamison, along with his two sisters, were devastated. It was tough growing up without her around. She was the only light in their home and none of them were ever really the same without her. Jamison, especially took it very hard. He was and forever would be, a momma’s boy. But as time went on, he was told by their father that he had to shoulder the loss of their mother and be strong for his sisters who were a bit more outrightly emotional. The weight of that loss and that moment and the pressure he faced during his High School years as not only as a football star like his dad but a skilled swimmer, inevitably took it’s toll. During his senior year, Jamison got arrested for breaking and entering, public intoxication, and reckless driving that almost killed one of his classmates. Thanks to his lawyer father, his sentence was heavily watered down to a mere few weeks of community service. Since then, Jamison’s strived to clean up his act. He has a habit of ignoring his problems and letting them bottle up until eventually they overflow and then get the best of him. After going off to grad school, Jamison returned home. While the rest of his friends had their whole lives planned out, Jamison never really felt all that deeply connected to anything. Except for swimming but he lost his chance at pursuing that as a career or on any professional level when he faced legal trouble in his adolescent years. For awhile, Jamison considered following the same career path as his father. But instead, while his father was working on a complicated case that almost put an innocent man behind bars, Jamison realized that he actually wanted to help people on the streets with a more hands on approach. He interned at a sheriff’s office and eventually went through police training. At 26, he earned his badge and became a cop. Now, he still works as a cop and occasionally coaches underprivileged kids with free swimming lessons. On the outside, he appears to have it all but there are still parts of the job, and of his past, that haunt him to this day.

THE PERSONALITY —

[ + ] Smart, Resilient, Selfless

[ - ] Negligent, Irresponsible, Self-deprecating

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h. ferro

          Hannah worried at her lip, hands clasped in an anxious tangle against her ribs. “We ran out of spare light bulbs, and the storage room needed a switch. I only left for about fifteen minutes to pick up a new pack.” By the time she got back, several sets of room keys were missing from the cabinet behind the front desk. Aside from herself, the Willow Grove only had a daytime receptionist and someone who tended the grounds. Cecilia could’ve misplaced them, it wouldn’t be the first time, but— “I could’ve swore they were all accounted for when I did my check after dinner.” This was the last thing she needed with her parents out of town. “If someone took them, that’s a safety concern right? Am I going to have to shut down?” A new wave of nerves marred her brown with a frown. She could send her guests over to the Magnolia, but giving away good business made her stomach clench.

        “No, hey, listen — “ In an attempt to calm her nerves and quell some of her anxieties, Jamison placed two hands on her shoulders. “We’re gonna find them. But, it’s good you called us in case this is a breach of some sort. I can’t speak for what’s protocol but, I would recommend compensation for the guests and maybe a little fair warning to avoid a potential lawsuit.” He wasn’t trying to make matters worse or scare her of those worst case possibilities and instead, wanted to help. “Listen, I’ll help you retrace your steps. We’ll figure it out. If someone took them, they can’t be too far. We’ll have someone walk around to all the rooms, have a look and try not to disturb the guests. Why don’t you show me where you keep these keys? And do you maybe have security cameras posted around the premises?” 

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a.  clearwater

                                   Forcing his eyes not to roll to the back of his head was proving an issue, he was almost certain that his version of events were no different than the last, and wasn’t there that psychological thing of being unable to tell the true story after a while? “Officer, honestly, I’ve already told the last guy what I saw, and nothings changed in the last-” He pulls out his phone, “-fifteen minutes.”

         “Humor me,” Jamison retorted. Regardless of Alex telling his side of the story once already, Jami wanted him to do it again. And yes, Jami was familiar with Alex’s rap sheet. Too familiar actually. Before he disappeared and went completely off the grid, he was a complete and total mess. Time sure has not changed him one bit. Even standing next to him now, the officer could smell the alcohol on his breath. Rumor had it that, he wanted to take over his father’s company back from the jaws of his sister. But, Jamison didn’t see how that was going to be possible considering his history of screw ups from Alex’s end and his inability to stay sober.  “How much have you had to drink? Can you even recall what you said, fifteen minutes ago?” The Clearwaters were greedy, power hungry people. They also had a lot more skeletons in their closets than they let on. Jami knew because his father was a lawyer, he’s dealt with numerous cases and lawsuits against the family from disgruntled townsfolk or land owners putting in their complaints and suing them over x and y reasons. 

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c. diaz

          She wasn’t sure why it had surprised her, she knew who she was dealing with, but as quick as she was to reject his offer, he was faster at refusing her humble nature. Instead, he was strong willed and stubborn, forcing the money onto her, or another customer who just so happened to witness the money just sitting there. “You’re ridiculous.” She muttered, shaking her head at his response, her hand snaking over to slide the money back towards her in defeat, her otherwise stubborn nature overcome by her customer service, and the business woman within her. “But you get a BLT on me, or whatever you’re hungry for?” The menu always did have something for everyone, so whatever he wanted, it was the price he had to pay, ironically speaking. 

          Her playful and mischievous nature seemed to have been unearthed at his threat, the handcuffs and badge no doubt what spurred her on. Usually, Cosette was pretty content and relaxed, she figured it was down to her failed marriage, she had no real desire to put herself out there too much these days, aside from a little flirt, or an occasional hook-up. Nonetheless, he definitely seemed to lure out that part of her, perhaps it was the blue eyes and the man in uniforn cliche that women seemed to gravitate towards? “Y’know what would turn me on the most? — You picking your free meal, or taking your money back.” She was messing with him, of course, referencing their earlier discussion. “We’ll discuss the real answer another time, officer.”

          “Ridiculous but, I still claim the win,” he boasted with a smile, raising his coffee cup in a triumphant toast to his own victory. He would take them as they come and do so in stride by not holding it over her head forever. Just maybe today, or until she knocked him back off from top spot. 

          “If by BLT you mean; bacon, lettuce and turkey then you’re on. Hold the tomato.” Nothing against the fruit ... slash vegetable? He just wasn’t interested in anything other than that combo and her, obviously. Though, he kept that little piece of information to himself. He’d rather not make a fool  this early on in the day. It wasn’t over yet and he was hoping to still keep his confidence and dignity in tact. Not that he thought she would reject him. Honestly, he didn’t know and he was too chicken to ask. 

          “Touche,” he teased, never missing a beat after she lulled him in with the promise of telling him exactly what would get her going. Only to bring up the free meal and the return of his money. The second, he refused. But, the first? He could always eat. “I’ll take the BLT,” he conceded. And then added, “--if, you let me buy you a drink tonight. Anywhere you wanna go. That’s the deal.”

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s. ramirez

   "Hey—-” Scott had just arrived to see the latter part of whatever happened, an older woman screaming about someone taking her hair curlers before a doctor came and talked her down. “I don’t know, Officer. You’re best off talking to the Doc, he’ll be back soon. I only got here a few minutes ago, there’s talk of missing hair rollers.” He shrugged, unable to help much in the situation. “I’m pretty sure all is good, though. Seen the woman before, she’s usually got a carer with her.”

         “What are you even doing here?”  The officer’s lips curved into a smile as he chuckled at his friend’s intake of the incident. Considering, they were nearby a medical center, Jamison presumed Scott was there to treat a possible injury. Maybe from carpentry. “Don’t worry man, I got this one.” Jami dismissed his partner and wrapped his arms around Scott in a half hug to greet him. He hadn’t seen his friend in awhile or Sam for that matter, but missed the company of both. “Where have you been? You and I should get together, grab a beer tonight. You can bring Sam. They got arcade games.”

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the magician, the lovers, wheel of fortune, temperance

TAROT CARDS MEME.

»   THE MAGICIAN:  have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else?

“Uh…. no. Can’t say I have. That would require me having the skill and the creativity to do so. If you trusted me to write a poem, it would be something along the lines of: roses are red, violets are blue, followed by the norm. Not exactly romantic.”

»   THE LOVERS:  do you have a crush?

“I’ve had the same crush on @juliettemerson for years. However, I’ve never acted on it.  Granted, I’ve also developed new ones too. It doesn’t take much to impress me so long as the girl in question is genuine. I like them down to earth.”

»   WHEEL OF FORTUNE:  first three songs that come on shuffle?

Area by MagnusTheMagnusAnimal by Baby EskimoBarefoot Blue Jean Night by Jake Owen

“Don’t judge me, Meg Potterhead.”

»   TEMPERANCE:  can you describe a strange dream you’ve had?

“I had one just last night where I was a ninja and pigs were chasing me. I can’t remember how it ended but, I’m sure I don’t wanna know either.”

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the fool, wheel of fortune, death, and the devil

TAROT CARDS MEME.

»  THE FOOL:  do you have any nicknames?

“Too many to keep up to date with. Uh, there’s… Jami, Jam, Carter, James, and Big J — although, I blame that last one on little sis.”

»  WHEEL OF FORTUNE:  first three songs that come on shuffle?

Complicated by Avril LavigneFirst Date by Blink-182Wherever You Will Go by The Calling

“Major throwbacks. What can I say? I’ve got eclectic tastes. Avril was also hot.”

»   DEATH:  what are three things you want to do before you die?

“Is it cheesy to say, I just wanna make a difference? If not in the world, than at least in those closest to me’s lives? Aside from that, I’d like to travel and meet my soulmate. Although, maybe not in that order. Preferably soulmate and then traveling.“

»   THE DEVIL:  do you enjoy thunderstorms?

“I do actually. I think they’re pretty relaxing. A way to escape the chaos in my own head or life, at least.”

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☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

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s. ochoa

Stella huffed, the push of air up her throat triggered not by annoyance directed at the officer questioning her, but in result of being questioned for the third time in an hour after her morning jog around town with Miska turned into her witnessing her favorite breakfast joint being held up right at opening. “I dunno,” Stella muttered quickly, squatting down to reassuringly pat her antsy malamute on the head. “I didn’t see much. Couple of guys with hoodies covering their faces. Saw ‘em run out. Called you guys. That’s about it.” 

        By now, Jamison was used to the same bouts of frustration and annoyance given to him from witnesses. While, to every day folk it seemed repetitive and redundant to go over the same story countless times, there was actually an underlying method to it. Liars and guilty parties (unless they were experts or sociopaths) had the habit of slipping up or switching their stories. This way, officers could compare and dissect the truth while picking apart the lies and changes. If she was telling the truth, and he didn’t doubt it, her story would remain the same. “Thank you for your time,” he smiled. And then, noticed the pooch by her side. 

        “What’s up little guy?” Jamison looked to her for permission and acceptance before he bent down to pet the dog’s head and massage it’s ears. “Sorry, your jog was interrupted this morning and for the repetitive questions.” Jami stood back up and crossed his arms, “Just mandatory. It gets pretty mind-numbing for us, too.”

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f. thornbirch

                A long sigh escaped the blonde’s lips as this was the last thing she wanted to do today, in fact, she would’ve never called the police for such a minor thing. However, when it came to her mother, such trivial things always seemed to matter the most. “Officer honestly, it wasn’t that big of a deal. The tiara was missing for maybe an hour or two, but the guy from the store brought it back. I think it was completely unnecessary for my mother to call the authorities.”

           While Jamison doesn’t disagree with her, as an officer he can’t say that. He can’t walk up to her overbearing and clearly overdramatic mother and tell her that calling them all here was a waste of time. Besides, who was he to judge what was life and death to others? Variations of that definition differed among person. “Got it.” He tapped the ball of his pen against his notepad before tucking both back into his holster. “Well now, that it’s safe and everything appears to be in order .. I should probably get going.” Jamison smiled at the beautiful woman before turning around. He was prepared to head out when he stopped. His eyes caught onto a list of names hanging on the wall. Pageant Hall of famers. He recognized one and froze as he picked the frame up to read over the letters in the name he recognized, more carefully. “Do you know what this is?” He couldn’t tell just by looking at it, so he was hoping she could shed some light.

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c. halstead

          It was weird to think that Cleo had gone weeks, no, months, without talking to Jamison on a daily basis. No fits of laughter caused by the other for the better part of two months, whilst the brunette was off travelling the world, and appearing on a well known reality TV show. It was a desperate bid to get out of her shell, and whilst she had initially applied for a bit of fun, she quickly realised that the experience itself was so much more. That she could easily walk away with a fiancee at the end of the show’s running, but unfortunately for her, that was not the case. Instead, her rejection would be plastered nationally across millions of people’s TV screens. So, of course, upon her return, the blue eyed male had been one of the first pit stops on her way home.

          Apparently the sales clerk was not a fan of fun, and laughter. There really should be a sign that said ‘no fun’, with the big red circle crossing through it, so they were aware, considering how easy it was to make light of any situation where the other was concerned. Hell, they could’ve been grocery shopping, the bane of Cleo’s existence, and she was positive Jami would make it far more entertaining. As he proceeded to remove the items from his being, Cleo witnessed the woman side-eyeing them intently, causing the brunette to purse her lips and pull an ever so ‘i’m guilty, but I’m also sorry’ facial expression before smirking discretely at her friend.

         “I think we’re banned from here on out.” Cleo admitted, a laugh following almost instantaneously before she watched as the items were thrown into his basket, causing her to realise she was still sporting the blonde wig. Quickly, she removed it from atop her head, hanging it back up where it belonged before she shrugged towards Jamison on the matter, like two school kids told off for talking too much. “She’s a year younger than me, of course it’s to impress a guy, Jami.” She was surprised he hadn’t come to terms with her age as of yet, despite it was the very reason they had agreed to meet. “But — beats me. I buy the same perfume over and over, you know that. I could Google it?” Was she any use? Probably not. Nonetheless, she was sure she was just here to keep him company.

        “You’d think I’d get more used to that,” he chuckles. Getting banned or kicked out from places was a pretty common thing for the two of them. In the sense that it’s happened a couple times. At a diner when they were drunk and decided to have their own little version of a cafeteria food fight. The customers in the booth next to them complained, or—tattled really and they were asked to leave. But, not before paying their bill. That would have made the experience too easy and too much fun. Then there was the time a couple of their friends decided to skip school and drive down to the beach. A lifeguard alerted authorities when one decided she wanted to go streaking in the middle of the day. Their parents were called and Jamison was grounded (In true, typical-Carter fashion which meant the silent treatment and lots of disdain rolling off his father. Which to be honest, Jamison would have preferred a normal grounding.) 

        “There will be no guys. Ever,” he nods, as if to punctuate his point. He stood firmly by that. Although, in the end he couldn’t stop her. She was a legal adult (much to his dismay). 

        “Oh, I remember.” Cleo has smelled the same for years. In fact, when Jami missed her, he would look for that same scent and be reminded of all the fun times they shared together. He wondered, hoped, even though she wasn’t chosen (big mistake) — that the guy she was rumored to be dating along with numerous other women on TV, appreciated her perfume and the smiles she never should have gave him because honestly he didn’t deserve them. “Google, right. Why didn’t I think of that?” Jami snapped his fingers and while he fished in his pocket for his phone, a young teenage girl snuck up between them in the gift shop. 

        “You’re Cleo, right?” she said. “I thought I recognized you. You were runner up on The Bachelor. You’re even more pretty in person. Can I get you to sign this?” The girl reached into her purse to pull out a black pen and a piece of paper. 

           Meanwhile, Jamison was supposed to be looking on his phone for the perfume his sister wanted but instead he was distracted and mesmerized by the attention Cleo was getting. It was strange having a best friend and an ex who was associated with starring on a reality TV show. Jami never would have said it out loud or to her face but, he never really saw the point. While everyone else thought it was fascinating and glamorous, he always just thought Cleo was better than that. That any guy would be lucky to have her and she didn’t have to go on some stupid, dating show to prove it to herself. Alas, he was also a bit bitter and maybe underneath it all — a little bit jealous? 

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j. emerson

“I came home early today and found some kids in the alpaca enclosure. It’s not the first time it’s happened and I’ve dealt with it on my own the last time, which was about a month ago, but they were quite close. Close enough that I was worried that they would hurt the animals or that worse, the animals would turn on them. I was hoping that perhaps I could file a complaint. Not press charges or anything, but I’m hoping it’ll be enough to deter them from doing it again if you find them and have a little chat?”

       Just like in high school, Jamison found himself getting caught up in her words — in the sound of her voice, in the soft but yet eerily beautiful look in her eyes. Focus, he reminded himself. He was supposed to be listening, taking down notes for this report, and he was but he was also distracted by her, too. 

      “Y--Yeah—” he started to stutter, cursing his twelve year old self where his long time crush on her really began. “Sure, I mean I—don’t see how that would be a problem. We’ll give them a warning, maybe a small fine. That should keep them away from the animals, hopefully.” Stupid, stupid, stupid! He felt stupid and ridiculous for no apparent reason. It was all just in his head, the nerves were getting the best of him. Hurry Jamison, quick, say something before she leaves and forgets you. 

      “So Alpaca’s huh?” Jamison walked over to the enclosure but didn’t go in. “Do they bite?” 

      Did he forget to mention that he sucks at this? Because if not, it was now glaringly obvious to her, to him, and to his partner who was watching them with amusement. Or maybe his eyes were just staring at her ass. That seemed more likely. Seeing as, Jamison wasn’t his type. 

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c. diaz

          “You can arrest me for spitting in someone’s food?” She smirked, not realising it was a punishable offence, but it would make sense, right? Nonetheless, she was never going to actually act upon her earlier statement. Cosette liked to think she was above such petty actions, and instead, would bite her tongue, and give the paying customer what he wanted, even if it went against her better judgement. The last thing she had anticipated was for Jamison to slip her quite the hefty tip that he had, especially in a bid to keep her behaving in his presence. “No,” she began, holding her hands up in defence, before she slid the money right back, “I don’t think so.” A scoff immediately followed through plump lips before she proceeded to explain her reaction. “It’s on the house.” Cos stated firmly before she then focused more so on his later dialogue, a threat to keep her in line, apparently. “If you’re going to arrest me, it’s just going to turn me on, Carter. Handcuffs, and all.”

         By all accounts, she was right. There was no law against spitting in someone else’s food. However, like she said before, it was frowned upon and that was enough for Jamison to playfully suggest any legal repercussions. “No?” He was genuinely surprised and taken aback when she refused to accept his money, instead reminding him that it was on the house. Alas, Jamison was no indian giver and so he wasn’t going to take it back. “Well, if you don’t accept it then someone else just might.” To show her he had no regrets about giving her a hefty tip, Jami let it sit on the table just waiting for her or someone else to pick it up and become fifty dollars richer. But hey? If it made someone’s day then, so be it. “Would it, now?” Truth be told, Jami was terrible at flirting. He’s thought about asking Cosette out countless times although, he never actually succeeded or tried. He presumed just like with every girl he came across, that they were all out of his league. “What else would turn you on? Y’know, just out of curiosity..”