Long Live the King

Name: Seth "Scar" Bankole Age: 45 Profession: Murderer Lawyer Location: Hundred Acre Flats, Tulgey Woods Quote: “Oh dear, I’ve said too much. Well I supposed you’d have found out sooner or later. You being so clever and all!"

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perrie:

@sunnysidestarters

❝ IT’S LIKE, SOMETHING OUT OF SHAKESPEARE,❞ perrie decided, her knuckles resting thoughtfully against her chin, her teeth worrying her lower lip. she’d been making a conscious effort to visit more art galleries, after realizing that she couldn’t just drop off her business card, with her personal phone number, and not know anything about who she was giving it to. she turned from the painting, then– a massive oil one, housed in a gilt frame, with strokes so thick the paint seemed to stand up off the canvas– to regard her sudden company– heedless to whether or not they wanted to share in conversation. ❝ what do you think? ❞

Seth, ever the show-off, had been looking for a new piece for his living room. So visiting art galleries near his home had become somewhat of a pastime for him as of late. He meandered lazily through the gallery until he reached a painting also being admired by a young woman. Idly he figured she seemed familiar, though he didn’t care about it enough to press his memory. “Shakespearean in tone I would give you, though I’d argue it’s closer to Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus in general. Shakespeare wasn’t afraid to go there but something about Marlowe has always tickled my fancy better.”

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oscar:

Oscar rolled his eyes. “You’re just jealous because I’m prettier than you, please.” He smiled at Seth’s addition to the pot, organizing his cards in his hand. “Do you enjoy a challenge? Well, then playing here must be very fun for you sometimes.” He chuckles. 

He snorts at Seth’s dig towards the SPD. “If that isn’t the truth.” He grows quiet as Seth talks, thinking over their relationship. He gave a thoughtful hum, “You’re not wrong about that, really. That is what brought us together. But it’s not what kept us together, is it? Be honest, you like spending time with me, don’t you?” He teased quietly, leaning to elbow him slightly, giving him a smirk. He had to put a playful twist on it, feeling…emotions coming up in the conversation. He swallowed at Seth’s confession, nodding. “Yeah…you too, Seth.”

“No one is arguing your beauty, Oz, though the state of your nose is offsetting your looks for the time being.” He pointed out with a wink. “Playing anything with you would be a challenge, my friend. I don’t think you can help yourself at any level of competition.” It wasn’t a criticism, in fact, Seth rather admired the tenacity.

It was moments like this that generally made Seth freeze up, having to address any level of emotions was uncomfortable. For as long as he could remember, expressing those had been difficult for him. This time, however, he allowed himself to lean in if only dipping his toes into these waters. Spreading a smirk onto his own features to match his companion he nodded. “I suppose I can give you that. I do enjoy the time we spend together. It’s... unusual to find someone I can relate to.” Seth glanced to his left at the suits hovering nearby and then back to Oscar. “Especially somewhere so secure.” He teased.

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meg:

“I guess you could say that. But, the person I had planned on marrying is now marrying my younger brother, so I am going to be stuck seeing them at any family event I deem fit to actually show up to.”  She wasn’t bitter. At least she tried not to be. The weeks previous visit from her brother had left a taste in her mouth she’d yet to get rid of. Looking up to meet his gaze, or at least try to, Meg chuckled. “Well, if you ever need someone to play the part, I wouldn’t mind filling in.” She said with a bit of a joking tone.

Seth sucked in a sympathetic breath through his teeth at Meg’s response, not sure how to respond. Comfort wasn’t really a language he spoke when it came to others. “That sounds really hard, I’m guessing you’ll be avoiding those spaces for the time being?” He offered instead, tilting his head. His brows raised in genuine surprise over her offer before he, himself, chuckled. “Well that certainly would be one way to get back at them. Show up with a new man on your arm, and a lawyer at that.”

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A Calendar Series of AU Prompts

Meet him in July, when you move into the neighborhood. Everyone’s plenty nice, but none so nice as him. He helps you carry in boxes, and as much as you appreciate the help, the scene proves distracting. You spend the rest of the summer coming up with excuses to be around him: a squeaking door hinge you can’t reach, car trouble you can’t quite solve, a neighborhood barbecue that could use his grill. He sees right through your final excuse: too many beers and no one to drink them with. But you never needed excuses, he tells you, side-by-side on the porch swing, drinking in silence.

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peter:

    Seth is extra uptight today, and Peter wants to know why. But, Seth will not tell him anything. As usual. “That’s an urban myth, and its complete bull.” He countered, suppressing a chuckle. This a serious conversation… about curly fries. “Is it because you’re against fried food or re-use of vegetable oil?” He wondered, eating another curly fry albeit with grace this time. “Probably like your steak rare, eh?” He added, grinning.

“You’re claiming slander against curly fries?” Seth asked incredulously. He looked around, wondering what sort of prank the younger man was pulling. “It’s both, really. Fried food is juvenile and unhealthy. Taking care of yourself and giving a damn about what you put in your body is rather important, Peter. Especially as you grow older.”

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oscar:

“I would ever so appreciate it, Seth. Tack on whatever extra you like, you know I’m good for it, darling.” Oscar put a bit of a posh twist to his accent as he reached and gave Seth’s shoulder a squeeze. He rolled his eyes as Seth called out his cheating, dropping the changed voice. “Oh, please. You know I’m like this, yet you keep playing with me. I don’t think you hate it as much as you like to complain.” He nods as Seth agrees to help with the O’Malley situation, quietly rearranging his hand. “Good, good. Yes, that’s why I wanted to go after him. Especially considering he’s somehow found his way into Bonfamille’s bed. Having him in that neighborhood will be very nice, I think.”

He chuckled as Seth mentioned why he called him there. “It was a big part of it. It was also a sort of…check in? See how things are going with you, if there’s anything interesting happening. Any new things to drink about, either good or bad. Can I not just want to hang out with you from time to time, Seth? We are friends, aren’t we? I think that’s what friends do, if my memory is right.”

Seth chuckled at Oscar’s dramatics. “Maybe I just don’t want to see you come pouting. You look about ten years younger when you do that.” He admitted with an eye roll. Seth glanced down at the pitiful cards in his own hand, not too concerned about losing to the con man. “I’ll do what I can, Oz. I do enjoy a challenge every now and again.” He added to the pot, knowing he was going to lose but also making the mental note of what he’d charge his friend as a fee later.

“Unfortunately Sunnyside’s as quiet as ever. I mean, besides the Sanders case that I won’t be involved in until or unless the SPD gets their shit together.” He raised a brow. “I... Yes, we are friends, I just know we both tend to have ulterior motives. I think that’s what drove us together if I recall correctly.” Something about the other man had always drawn Seth in, Oscar’s antics tickling his fancy and touching his curious nature. “It’s good to see you, Oscar.”

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meg:

Scoffing abit, Meg lifted her drink to her lips once more. Watching the dark liquid swirl around her glass, the woman shrugged. “I don’t know, I did at one point. Wanted to settle down, do the whole marriage have kids and a house in the suburbs. But, there were some things that happened that have now permanently changed that idea for me. So no, until someone manages to change my mind, I’m not about to settle down.” Eyes flicking up to meet his, she let a smirk paint her lips. “What about you? I’m sure you get applications on the daily to be your spouse.” 

“Somehow people always assume that the solution is to settle down and have kids. While I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you I will say that I think you may have dodged a bullet.” Seth had the passing thought wondering if that was insensitive of him to say, if perhaps he was overstepping his bounds. When a smirk passed her lips he stopped his worrying. “Me? Ah, well, not a lot of offers given the bad publicity surrounding Munro’s passing.” He scrunched his nose up, glancing away from Meg briefly. “Plus I haven’t exactly been looking.”

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tulip, myrtle, hibiscus

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

“Marble.”

Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?

“Yes, I usually sleep through the whole flight. It’s refreshing.”

Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

“I used to play violin in high school. I haven’t touched it in years.”

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✿ send me a floral question ✿

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

Jasmine: What color looks best on you?

foxglove: Name three facts about your family?

Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?

Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?

Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?

Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?

Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?

Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?

Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

Poppy: What color was your childhood home?

Hydrangea: Starbucks order?

Violet: Do you like where you're from?

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?

Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?

Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

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peter:

    Unless it was with Tink or Nick, Peter was never one to just stuff his face with food. But this man, somehow, encouraged him to do so. Seth’s reaction? It was exactly what he was expecting. Booyakasha! “Okay, I take full offense on that,” he countered, still holding the container of curly fries; “There’s no age range when it comes to curly fries.” Holy molly, Seth can’t be this uptight—all the time? Is this a lawyer thing?? “Not even one curly fry?” He egged on, grinning. “Dude, its extra crispy.”

Peter Pan somehow always knew just how to annoy Seth. How could people be so unserious? He waved his hand dismissively and frowned. “Curly fries are what you get a child to make them sit quietly during meals.” Seth raised a brow and shook his head. “Besides, I don’t eat regular fries all too regularly either. I’m more of a pasta and steak kind of man.”

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lock:

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night,” Lock muttered with a shrug, though he couldn’t stop a genuine smile from creeping onto his face when he said he’d know more about what Oscar did. He turned his back on him for a moment, letting his gaze drift over the side of the office - some stuff hung up he didn’t care enough about to be bothered getting closer to read, books that all looked about as dull as the people he’d passed on the way in - but he turned his head back towards him when he raised the question of his priorities. For a couple seconds, he seemed almost lost for words, but he quickly plastered a smile onto his face, turning around and leaning forward over the chair he was supposed to be seated in, resting his envelope arm over the top and putting his other hand on his chest. “My priorities?” he asked, taking a moment to mock clear his throat and prepare his best worst imitation of a vaguely southern housewife, “Why, my priorities are taking care of my beautiful family, my loving husband, and holding true to the values of this beautiful country we have here sir,” he half-drawled, adding in an “amen,” for good luck and trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.

Seth wondered how Oscar had acquired these children and gotten them so incredibly on board with his schemes. More so how he’d gotten their parents not to worry too much about the shady dealings their kids were involved in. However, Oscar was a resourceful man and  he certainly had his ways but Seth couldn’t stop himself from being fascinated. The child was looking around and Seth could feel a chill creep up his spine as though the Boogie Man had sent Lock to watch over him. Ah, there it was. That humor that Seth wondered if it had been picked up from the boy’s employer. Seth, himself, let out a laugh despite himself. “A proper Southern Belle in our lovely Sunnyside I see. Interesting. You don’t quite look the part.”

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oscar:

Oscar rolled his eyes at Seth’s pride joke, laughing quietly as he took a sip from his drink. “Yes, yes. I’m fully aware that I fucked up with O’Malley. I threatened his pretty little girlfriend and his hackles went up before you could say ‘meow’.” He smirked at his own joke, giving Seth a look before reaching an arm over to rest across his shoulders.

“A game it certainly is, and a game you’re much better at playing, my dear.” He gave Seth’s shoulder a small pat. “I should have left it to you in the first place, but I figured I’d try my hand at the alley cat myself. It was worth a shot, at least.” He glanced back at his suits, giving one of them a smile before turning his attention back to Seth, the game in front of them completely forgotten by this point. “I am quite fond of keeping my hands clean, yes. They’ve been quite useful.” He took a deep breath, scooting his chair a bit closer and lowering his voice. “I do think dear Thomas could be of some use to us, keeping him under our belts. An ace in the sleeve, if you will.” He gives Seth a small smile as he lifts his other arm, giving him a glimpse of an ace hiding in the sleeve of his suit.

“I can certainly attempt to do some damage control, though it’ll cost ya extra for the extra effort,” he teased. He glanced at Oscar’s cheating schemes in the form of the ace in his sleeve. “Y’know, this is why I hate playing with you,” Seth laughed. “I’ll do my best to persuade our new friend. I know it’ll be beneficial, somehow he manages to get himself all the way around the whole of Sunnyside.”

Seth didn’t understand those who socialized with everyone they met, it seemed exhausting to say the least. He preferred the quiet, especially since he was working so closely with The Pride Corporation now behind the scenes while his good-for-nothing nephew lollygagged around town as though he had no responsibilities like a child. Spoiled rotten and deserving of nothing. Seth couldn’t help but be bitter.

“I do hope this wasn’t the only reason you called me here.”

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wendy:

╰ · ☆ › WENDY LET HER crossed leg bounce, blue eyes looking up at the man while he read it. she wasn’t nervous, however; no, she was confident in her writing. still, she wanted him to like it. “ i am in college, yes, ” the girl smiled proudly, “ in creative writing, actually. but… ” she trailed off for a second, not entirely sure how to say she didn’t need the money without sounding arrogant. “ it’s no big deal, i just like to write for the fun of it, or maybe to brighten someone’s day. money’s just not a motivator for me, i suppose, ” she finished with a shrug. “ thanks !! i’ll try to keep that in mind, just in case you happen to ever want another one. ”

“Well this definitely appears to be your field then,” Seth offered with a smile, gesturing using the paper. “A rare individual that doesn’t care for money. Interesting.” Color him curious, Seth folded the paper gently and placed it in his pocket. “Is poetry your typical medium of choice or is it longer-form writing?”

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meg:

“Tired of me taking your food?” She questioned with a smirk. Reaching over toward an empty table, Meg plucked a menu off to peruse what else was on the menu. Lifting her hand to signal the waitress once more, she ordered herself a different style of pasta dish. “I’ve never been to fond of children over the age of 6. They learn how to talk back at the point, then they are just burden until they are 18.” 

“Figured you seemed hungry enough to eat mine and yours so I’d rather get you some as well.” Seth teased lightly. He watched Meg’s movements, studying each shift of her body. Everything seemed so deliberate. “Children of any age are a burden, well into adulthood in some cases.” He countered, taking a sip of his drink. “I imagine, then, you’re none too fond of the idea of settling down?” He wasn’t sure why he proposed the question, it had simply floated to the surface of his mind and let itself out of his lips.

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simon‌:

It was another beautiful sunny afternoon in Sunnyside, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess how Simon Bankole was spending it; after all, it was the way  he spent pretty much all of his days, sunny or not. “Yes! You see, now this? This is why I keep coming back to this fine establishment! Didn’t even have to ask!” Simon enthused as he was handed another mojito cocktail by one of the wait staff, whilst he lounged on a patio chair with his midriff exposed under the warm rays of the sun. Seeing someone walking by on the street, he waved. “Hey! Why don’t you come under the umbrella and get out of the sun for a minute! Have a cocktail! It’s on me!”

Seth very rarely spent any time near the beach. He had been following up with a client and making some calls when the sunshine called out to him and he’d decided to take a detour from his otherwise rather rigid schedule. He was keeping his head down when he suddenly heard what was possibly his least favorite voice. That damned child. He turned, placing a lazy smile onto his face. “Simon, my boy!” He called out, approaching his good-for-nothing nephew. This child not only had stolen everything from under Seth but he skirted the responsibilities like a pathetic child. Damn these youth. “Ah, the, uh, cocktails here aren’t really to my taste, but thank you.”