little lamb

vincent brooks (catherine) affiliated with citta alveare

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veloures:

“Yes, I would like that..”

“If you show me, it will be much easier to find some more.”

Who knows? Maybe this so called “pizza” could become one of her greatest treasures yet! Though her expression remained stoic, Velour’s tail wagged slightly at the prospect.

“Hell yeah! I think I know a place to get some... maybe.”

Vincent’s still not really sure where anything in this place is aside from the little convenience store he happened to meander into, but there’s gotta be a pizza place or five within this area.

The movement of fur catches his eye while he’s attempting to scout out a prime pizza searching location. He’d seen people wear tails around, but along with her ears, the attention to detail was pretty stunning.

“Nice tail. It looks so real...”

[coquetting]

✘✘✘ ­­­— missed me.

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coquetting:

【 ♀ 】It’s a rather pathetic view.

Not like men were particularly capable of giving one deserving respect, but what can she do about it? It’s rather amusing, often providing an entertaining scene she could never get bored of. Meeting Vincent is certainly no what she’d want to suffer yet knowing he remains a tad unchanged was oddly reassuring. Despite it’s a rather mundane scenery in a typical convenience store (is he purchasing beer?), she liked the smaller details and is almost willing to find his semblance endearing.

Oh, how she’d love to wring his neck. She can’t forget and forgive, after all he made a fool out of her but it’s selfish to assume he plagued her every thought and impulsed her actions, No, if fate has intertwined their lives again then why not go for a second round ♥ ? She still wants more.

Thus, she approaches by holding onto his left arm. Catherine knows her mere presence will suffice to cause a disruption in his daily activities.

“So you left bars to drink by yourself at home? That’s depressing, Vince.”

❣ mandrinkingalone

Yes, he is in a convenience store. And yes, he is buying beer, dammit. Not his fault they’re out of the stuff he vastly prefers... that, or they just don’t carry it. The thought makes him scrutinize the labels further, realizing that none of these brands even sound familiar to him.

He’s about to call it a day and just pay for the goods. What else is there to do in here?

Vincent turns, and--

Oh. Oh. Oh god.

He very nearly drops the entire case of alcohol, making a quick, awkward save by swinging back toward the refrigerated shelf; it falls out of the case and knocks over a few things, but it’s better than spilling all over the floor. He’s not really concerned about that right now...

“Ca- Catherine!? I... you...”

Why aren’t any excuses popping up in his head for him to get the hell out of there?? It’s like he’s gone mentally blank, and Vincent stares at her with wide eyes, completely at a loss for what to say. Or do.

“Whatareyoudoinghere...” 

He can’t even bring himself to tug his arm out of her grasp.

“I, uh... can’t exactly call this home! Heh heh...”

Once she lets go, he’s booking it. Definitely. It doesn’t even matter where he ends up as long as he’s away. 

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centrionexmachinatavern:

Do you find yourself needing to relax from the hustle and bustle of Hive City’s anarchy? A need to get away from the Gods of the Machine? A place that accepts all and more (so long as there are no bar fights past 9:30)? 

Well, find yourself in Centurion Ex Machina Tavern!

Created under the suggestion of a from deity-reborn-human and observing the different bars flooded by Ninjas, Magus, and regular Humans- wait, where were we going with this? Oh, right! This Tavern provides an array of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages along with food that will make you wish was a reality! (And don’t worry, its not a dream!)

(AKA: Though this is not noted, for some reason there are issued Bar Fights that go from 7:00 to 9:35 due to the amount of mooks NPCS that visit the Tavern as well)

Positions  | Submit | Applications | 

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daziest:

“I know a place you can wind down if you’re interested.” 

“Not that harsh for the charge, gives you a wind for your money, if you want to run your luck at the the beginning of the week for your buck.” 

“…you should come with me.” 

   Daisy flattens the edge of her clutch, pensively taking in the man that looks like a 7, forget grading by looks - Daisy grades by a hunch, and today the forecast is feeling a scale from 1-10 how much he wants to cry.

She’s guessing it’s a woman, and if they don’t put their umbrellas out, it’s going to pour.

“They know my name down there, they’re very good with names. Can even forget yours, if you like. Next time you look for a venue to take a nice girl, they’re sure to know yours.”

He needs a drink, she can at least give him that.

“No kidding? Thanks... you’re a lifesaver.”

It sounds just good enough to be true, Vincent thinks, and he’s not about to turn down the only lead he has for a decent spot to wind down for the day. For the next several days, probably, he mentally adds.

“Count me in, then.”

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veloures:

mandrinkingalone:

“Hey… anyone know a good place to have a drink around here?”

“I’ll even take a decent pizza place.”

“Pi..zza?”

“What’s that? It sounds exotic.”

“What? You don’t know what pizza is?”

“I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“It’s like...”

Vincent’s drawing a total blank. How the hell is he supposed to describe pizza to someone who’s apparently never experienced it?

“Okay, you know what? I can’t explain what it’s like for shit, so I’m just gonna have to show you once I find a place to get some.”

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“Hey... anyone know a good place to have a drink around here?”

“I’ll even take a decent pizza place.”

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Bounty paper towels: Would they ever agree to star in an infomercial where they have to purposefully fuck something up terribly; ie, spilling a large amount of juice onto a table or spilling a family-size bag of cheetos

Well... he did fuck something up terribly canonically, even if it wasn’t on purpose. (I can see him doing it)

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─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ

he is dead. love is over

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♥ rift  |  vincent

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bantamsuits:

Katherine let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t want to answer; she wanted to leave. She wanted to speak with him, and she wanted to stay. It wasn’t really driven by affection so much as it was the years behind them that made it all difficult to let go. How do you just spend five years with someone and then completely cut ties? She’d just… keep trying.

“Yes, you did,” she answered simply. There was a strange reinforcement that came with Vincent’s self-deprecating words. If he didn’t regret it at all, the blow to her pride would be much worse. Really, she needed to find a better significant other than the schlubs she kept winding up falling for.

“We don’t really have anything to talk about. Being friends with someone after a relationship has never worked for me.” Her gaze on him was wary. She honestly didn’t know what to expect from him, besides maybe more excuses. “…But you’re the only person here that I know, not that it means much.”

She thought for a moment, not moving from her spot. “Do you know anything about this city? How we can leave?” Her desperation to understand this confusing environment and to get back to the one she was comfortable with overpowered her contempt. For now.

Woah, she’s staying? She’s... actually staying...! He feels the faintest hint of relief; even a pinch is more than he’s felt with her in what seems like forever.

But then she responds, and her tone just makes his heart sink. It’s not a no, it’s not a I-hate-you-go-away, but... 

“I... Hey, that... please, just give me a chance...! Please.”

Vincent wanted to make things up to her, to try and fix whatever was left of their relationship, but he was also a little lost, a little confused, a little scared. Katherine was normally so collected... just hearing the small amount of uneasiness in her voice made him even more anxious.

“Well... uh, no. I have no idea. But maybe we can help each other out?”

He reaches into his jacket pocket, fiddling around for something until he finds that phone that’s not his but... probably kind of is, now. Shit.

“Did you get one of these too? I haven’t really used mine yet, but maybe we could call or text each other if we get any leads, or something... heh.”

Vincent’s praying she doesn’t bring up that she deleted his contact info from her phone before all this. Maybe her desire to figure out what to do about this situation will convince her to get his new number. He just wants to talk to her again, even if it’s about this weird city shit.

At any rate, it’s better than being lost in Nightmare Block Land.

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Zombieland Meme: Citta Edition

Cardio: How long can they out run a zombie before embracing death and saying screw it then falling towards the ground?

double tap: how they preferentially finish the zombie? decapitation, smash the head or other?

Beware of bathrooms: How likely would they be to actually, physically piss themselves when taken by surprise by a zombie?

Seat belts: Does your muse buckle up?

Cast iron skillet: if stuck inside a department store what two items would they take with them to combat the incoming zombie hoards

Travel light: What's the first thing they would grab upon hearing about the zombies

Get a kickass partner: Would your muse prefer teaming up with somebody who is action or support oriented

Bounty paper towels: Would they ever agree to star in an infomercial where they have to purposefully fuck something up terribly; ie, spilling a large amount of juice onto a table or spilling a family-size bag of cheetos

Bowling ball: Would you muse be willing to use a car or bus as a battering even if it means possibly running over innocent people?

Be A Hero: Would your muse risk their life to save another?

Limber up: How flexible are they? Can they touch their toes? Put their knees behind their head? Lick their elbows?

Ziploc bags: Snacks your muse would take with themselves during the zombie attack.

Avoid Strip Clubs: Do they join in when people in Hive City randomly strip naked, or are they against it?

When in doubt, know your way out: How knowledgeable is your character of Hive City and its streets?

The buddy system: would your muse sacrifice a teammate to save themselves or another?

Check the back seat: What is your muse's reaction to finding a pariah laying in their back seat?

Enjoy the little things: show us a song your muse would listen to during the zombie apocalypse

Swiss army knife: How useful is your muse in terms other then combat during the zombie attack?

Hygiene: how willing is your muse to traverse through sewers and filth for safety?.

Clean socks: What are the most ridiculously patterned pair of socks they own?

Always Bring Backup: How likely is your muse to try to scope out a fly booty during the zombie apocalypse? Will they look towards the zombies themselves in their search for the fly booty?

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neoarcadianmememachine:

Send ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ to just charge at my muse and tackle them to the fucking ground like an all-star rugby player.

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♥ rift  |  vincent

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bantamsuits:

Her mind told her to keep moving, but that mind of hers was often weak to her heart. She hesitated mid-step, rocking her foot on the ground. In the end, she took one more step and stopped completely. Katherine chided herself for doing so. Walking out of his apartment had been simple. Ignoring his calls and his text messages had been simple. Her more than sensible self-control had only started weathering over time, chipping away little by little once she allowed herself to miss him.

Stopping here wasn’t the same thing as forgiveness; that was the furthest thing from her mind. He didn’t deserve her hearing his voice, but after five years of hearing it on a near daily basis, it had the power to make her listen when she hadn’t heard it in a while.

“What do you want, Vincent?” Katherine asked curtly, turning only enough to look back at him without causing pain in her neck. Her voice was as cool and distant as her final goodbye to him. “We have nothing to talk about anymore. I don’t think I have to remind you of what happened,” she said, lifting her hand to run through the hair over her shoulder.

She didn’t want another apology, nor would she accept one. She’d just missed… his voice.

Oh my God, she actually stopped. Why Katherine didn’t just keep walking was beyond him, but he wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. It could be the only one he’d ever get here.

“Listen... I know I really fucked things up. I know saying sorry isn’t going to fix everything between us.”

What else can he say that won’t make her run even farther away this time?

“But... I wanna keep talking to you. I want to at least still be friends, y’know...?”

He scratches the back of his head nervously; this could either go over somewhat smoothly or explode in his face. No matter what happens, he still loves her, dammit! Whether he could still talk to her was ultimately her decision... his stomach lurches, and he hopes that she can find it in her heart to give him this much again. There’s still so much he wants to say, but saying it now... that’d only send her walking faster.

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♥ rift  |  vincent

Without finding what she’d wanted, Katherine left the convenience store with pursed lips and frustration in her system. It wasn’t important enough to keep looking for today—just a particular type of candy—but she’d been craving it all day regardless. The sliding doors parted and she stepped out, trying to come up with a better idea to ease the evening. It only looked to get worse from here, unfortunately, as she came face to face with a man she knew just outside the store.

“…Oh,” she said, surprised and suddenly completely unable to think for a few moments. Vincent. Why was he here? Despite finally finding a familiar face, this was the one she least wanted to celebrate or probe for information from. 

Catching herself after she’d stood in a daze for god knew how long, Katherine’s expression hardened and she brushed past him without another word. It might have been over between them for a while now, but there was still a cut on her heart that hadn’t quite healed.

I doubt he wants to see me either. I’m doing us both a favor.

mandrinkingalone

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Katherine was looking for sweets, and he was looking for booze. No surprise there. The real surprise was bumping into her, in a convenience store, here. Vincent had yet to figure out where ‘here’ actually was, but so far his once sleepless nights had become... actually pretty sleepy. He wasn’t about to complain about that, especially when the nightmares that had previously afflicted him were about as deadly as they were without mercy.

Vincent was looking down, fishing through his pockets for his wallet; upon reeling it in he looked up to see the most familiar face he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Katherine?!”

From the way she responds, he knows something’s up--and why shouldn’t there be--she stands there with a sort of petrified gaze, and his heart sinks. Dammit...

Before he can say another word she’s leaving just as quietly, marching right past him.

“Hey...! Katherine, wait--!”

If she keeps walking, there’s no stopping her. He’s not about to overstep his boundaries and try grabbing her... she’d probably kill him without hesitation.