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joaquin reyes: scorpio

[emilysinclairs-blog]

“Thirty percent?” Emily asked, raising an eyebrow. “That’s actually surprisingly high. Are you telling me only seventy percent of the women you try to court turn you down? 70 percent is barely average, and you seem well above average in the looks department.” Emily shrugged, not really attempting to compliment him as much as feeling a bit blunt.

[jqreyes-blog]

“Sometimes people can’t handle the heat.” Joaquin simply replied. "Sometimes I'm just not their type. Some women like big, buff dudes, others like tiny men. I can't control what people like. If I had a choice, I say everyone just be attracted to everyone. Peace and love, or some shit, right?" He shrugged, with no desire to counter her. "For example, how about you? What's your type?"

[ariesclaudia-blog]

Rolling her eyes, Claudia quickly erected herself into a seated, upright position and folded her arms across her chest. “Victoria can tell you anything you want to know about how to get away with murder,” She quipped, rather proud of herself for the pun. “Any of us could way better than a fictional television show.” It was true. Claudia didn’t understand Joaquin. He was a live wire, a variable and a probability that she didn’t want to bet on. Understanding how his mind worked was cruical for the groups success. “You shouldn’t smoke,” She chided, but got up to follow him out of the house.

[jqreyes-blog]

"But are any of us as pretty as those actors except me? No." Joaquin had accquired an interest in television since losing his memory. In fact he had learned to love and hate many different things compared to his "past life." While many in his past life could agree that he had changed dramatically, he was still quite the unpredictable wildfire he once was. Joaquin was still pretty violent; but in the best way, you could say. At least he was murdering criminals?

“Yeah, well I’m addicted to the nicotine, so...” His hands cupped his lighter to the cigarette that balanced between his lips. He looked over at Claudia who had followed him outdoors. "What are you up to? Do anything fun lately?"

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Consider that Phantom Regiment did not use pedal timpani until 1982, and grounded percussion (ie, a front ensemble, or pit) was not in vogue until the mid-1980s, and then consider this segment of the Regiment’s 1978 show.

[jqreyes-blog]

TEXT || ♏♓

PISCES: Perfect. You and I are getting a body for Cap.

Scorpio: Whose body is it?

[jqreyes-blog]

TEXT || ♏♓

PISCES: How do you feel about grave robbing?

SCORPIO: Is this even a question? I love grave robbing.

[jqreyes-blog]

TEXT || OPEN

Elijah: Does anyone know why there's a package in the hallway? It's not sex toys or anything, is it?

Elijah: Are they at least clean sex toys?

Scorpio: Don't touch it. It's my decapitated head. Well, not mine.

[leoelijah-blog]

Elijah was making himself a sandwich when Joaquin barreled into the kitchen. He stopped to stare at his friend, taking in the ukulele, before shaking his head and returning his attention to his sandwich. “If you suck, I’ll find a tomato to throw at you. You’d be ruining my sandwich eating experience with your terrible playing.” He didn’t need Joaquin to ruin a perfectly good turkey sandwich. “When the hell did you learn to play it and why the fuck at midnight?”

[jqreyes-blog]

“’Lijah, trust me. It’ll enhance the fucking taste of your dry turkey.” Before he started to play, Joaquin continued with his reply. “I learned it over time. Perfection takes time. And why not midnight? It’s the middle of the day somewhere.” He started to strum along the the intro to the song. Eyeing down Elijah for his reaction.

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Tarryn stared at the man as he began playing, their eyes lighting up in pure amusement. They had to bite their tongue from giggling at the man playing the ukulele. Joaquin was by no means bad–Tarryn actually thought he was rather good, though they had literally no music knowledge. It was merely the thought of this grown man playing ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ on a ukulele in the middle of the night that threatened to make Tarryn laugh uncontrollably.

[jqreyes-blog]

Of course, Joaquin continued to play a little more, his confidence fueled by the positive reactions from Tarryn. Well... positive in his eyes at least. It wasn't often that Joaquin found himself in an enthusiastic mood; most days he was grumpy and blood thirsty for revenge and justice. “Thank you, thank you. I may not be the best but I’m here all week.”

[hanagrey-blog]

Hana laughed, delight practically radiating off of her at his performance and at his joking words. No matter that his singing was pretty horrendous, she still reveled in seeing him this way: playful, fun.  She had unknowingly turned around sometime during his short performance, probably to see him better. Indicating towards the momentarily forgotten cupcakes that were now behind her, she said, “I’m frosting these for tomorrow. I started a batch way too late, which means I’m probably going to be up ‘till three.”

[jqreyes-blog]

“Not gonna lie, I will eat one of those as soon as you’re not looking.” Boundaries was a hard concept for Joaquin to follow some times. It was never a second thought to him to ask a person for permission to use, or in this case take something from them, even if it were as little as a cupcake. "Hashtag cupcakes for life." He flashed a smile. It was clear JQ was in a jolly mood. Knowing him, however, it was not a mood destined to last long.

[emilysinclairs-blog]

“Well, at least you could keep it to yourself. Be a gentleman. You’re in the presence of a lady.” Emily raised her own eyebrows, mockingly recreating JQ’s face. “I don’t know about that. Maybe you’re not my type. Haven’t you seen the movie He’s Just Not That Into You? That’s basically how I feel about you.” Emily couldn’t help but shoot the man a judgemental gaze, drinking her own decidedly un-spiked tea. “You know, there are ways to get fucked up without fucking up your body, yeah?”

[jqreyes-blog]

“Lady shmady.” Joaquin replied as he flicked his wrist at her.  “No need to explain. Thirty percent of the women I try court t turn me down.” When it came to sleeping around, Joaquin was pretty persistent. Nearly every night he manages to find himself with another woman at either his place or theirs. You could say it was one of two of his favorite past times. “Is there?”

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[emilysinclairs-blog]

“You’re a pervert. Keep you out of my dreams. Even in a fantasy I can do better than you.” Emily teased. “You could, but then you’d have to stop drinking anyway. Why not just start now?”

[jqreyes-blog]

“I can’t help what my mind chooses to see and create, Sinclair.” Joaquin’s eyebrows arched themselves. “Don’t lie to yourself. You cannot do better than me. At least looks wise.” He shrugged and took a seat on the counter top across. “Stop drinking? Are you serious? Do you know how hard it is for a person like me to stop drinking?”

[hanagrey-blog]

The voice had slightly startled Hana, just for a brief moment, before she realized who it was. An amused smile lingered on her lips, as she turned her head and took in the small ukulele and Joaquin’s stance. “Are you going to sing? Or is this an instrumental thing?” she asked, her words meant to be sarcastic, though her tone was much too reverent for it to come off as such. Her hands set the cupcake she had been frosting down on the counter, not wanting to miss it.

[jqreyes-blog]

Rather than answer her question, Joaquin started to strum along, singing along just to the chorus. “Of course I’m going to sing.” He finally replied with confidence. Not that he could do it very well. In no way was Joaquin a singer and he definitely just proved that to her.  "The look on your face leads me to believe that you enjoyed my short performance. Thank you and you're welcome. I'll be back at lunch."He smiled back, strumming a chord or two here and there. "What are you doing up this late?"

[emilysinclairs-blog]

Emily shrugged, a playful smile playing on your lips. “Feel however you want, I’m not your mother and it’s none of my concern. Partake in whatever hobbies you’d like, as long as I don’t have to hear it at midnight.” Emily pursed her lips as she poured a cup of tea for her housemate. “Be careful. That stuff isn’t good for your liver.”

[jqreyes-blog]

“It would be weird if you or anyone else in this household were my mother based off all the sex dreams I’ve had. Am I right?” JQ snickered. “Liver? Please, I’ll just get it replaced if I must.”

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TEXT || DYLQUIN

DYLAN: U RIGHT.

DYLAN: You're so mean. Tell me something sad about your day so that I can laugh at you.

SCORPIO: Something sad, huh? We ran out of Syrup this morning. I didn't get to eat my pancakes.

[jqreyes-blog]

TEXT || DYLQUIN

DYLAN: I don't know why I put up with you.

DYLAN: Well life is pretty sad right now since I've been banned from PetSmart.

SCORPIO: Because I'm beautiful, ofc.

SCORPIO: HAHA.