Mason Polizzi

My name is Mason Pollizi, history teacher at Echo Valley College. I'm often playing my violin in the park, or sometimes I'll be found in a coffee shop with a cup of strong coffee, or tea simply enjoying a reminiscing moment or simply joining the ranks of the dreamers of the world. I've been described as a favorite teacher, already. My little sister is my life, I'd do all I can ever do for her, Dahlia too... And when the broken hearted people Living in the world agree, There will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted there is Still a chance that they will see There will be an answer, let it be.

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drnikkiusmey:

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a faint smirk, “Trust me the world would probably be devastated if a face like yours was permanently damaged.” She gave a relieved smile when he nodded before listening to him. “Yeah, I can do that.” Her fingers were gentle and light as she felt around his rib cage, checking for anything out of the ordinary, before the fluttered up to his shoulder to gently poke and prod. She didn’t even think twice about tugging his shirt out of the way to examine him better. “Mm, she’s just turned twelve and is excited for the upper levels of schooling.” She sighed lightly and rocked back on her heels. “Well, without x-rays I can only tell so much but everything seems to be in order. Though you may have some bruised ribs I don’t think they’re cracked or broken. But like I said that would be easier to tell with an x-ray.”

Mason chuckled, far be it for him to ignore some kind of joke. "The world just wouldn't know what it was missing out on then?" He asked with an amused shake of his head. Everywhere seemed to be normal when she began to poke but his shoulder made him wince just a little which concerned him greatly. Then again it wasn't as bad as he thought it could have been. When his shirt was tugged out of the way he didn't know if he was uncomfortable, or rather slightly confused, but again he reminded himself she was after all a doctor. "Well then I'll look forward to seeing her in my class." He nodded, smiling brightly. "Alright well if you want to do x-rays I won't complain about that either."

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dahliaxbrennon:

She gave a slow nod of her own and would’ve tried to force a smile to her lips but didn’t have the energy for it. She shoved her bag aside, determinedly ignoring the pill bottle rattling inside it, as she shifted in her seat. Ghost moved closer to her once she was settled and she propped her chin up on her knee as she looked at him. “That would be good. To rest it.” At his joke she breathed out a sigh of a laugh and shook her head lightly. “I’m not sure teachers are allowed to do that.” She watched his interaction with the waitress and there was a small faint part of her that yearned for the time when she could smile and talk to him so easily. “Yeah …. I guess. Smells better, more comfortable and more familiar.” She mumbled with a slow shrug.

Mason heard the pill bottle but he ignored it, as much as he hated to hear the sound he didn't want to upset her by calling attention to something that would, in the long run, help her get better and that was all that mattered. He pulled the drink that was placed before him closer to him and took a long sip of the familiar wine it held. "I hope so, it's going to be getting enough rest for a long time." He chuckled and shook his head. "Probably not, but that doesn't mean we don't want to on many many occasions." He leaned back slightly, pulling out his violin case, he wasn't going play anything, but he had decorated it. Now the entire shell of the case was decorated in pictures of he and his sisters trip around the world, and on it was a few pictures of he and Dahlia. Things that made him happy. "Smell, comfort, and familiar are all good feelings. Positive feelings."

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dahliaxbrennon:

She was gentle as she tilted his head back and forth and examined his face. His lip was clearly split and she wondered if he had any more serious injuries. She ran her fingers through his hair and gave him a tiny, but sweet and sincere, smile. “Fuckin assholes.” She mumbled in agreement. She was careful as she moved closer to him and wedged herself under his arm. “Should I call someone? Or just help you home?” She asked softly, pressing her face into his side as well as she could. Ghost whined lightly and pressed himself into Mason’s other side. A small smile flickered across her face at his words, she was pretty sure he was cursing and it always seemed odd for her to hear him curse. She carefully wrapped her arms around him and bit her lip to stop herself from blurting out those three little words again. She always felt the urge to say them now that she’d said them once. She peered up at him through her blonde bangs and smiled softly. “Poor baby.” She murmured, reaching up to touch his face with her fingertips.

Mason felt the pain in his lip and he let it pass, the waves of pain that radiated through him were easy enough to ignore for the most part. He didn't have much to worry about in that regard, because pain seemed to be his friend lately. "Tell me about it." He groaned, shaking his head lightly. He pulled himself mostly to his feet and stood for the most part, he didn't want to put too much of his weight on Dahlia, but some of it was needed despite feeling like he could have walked a little. He appreciated the feel of Ghost pressing into his side and he reached a hand down to run through his fur. "Home isn't far, Little Bird will be worried. Best to just go home." He nodded, turning to lean his forehead against her forehead. "I'm not too bad, it takes more than a punch to defeat an Italian."

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saraamaliaohare:

She laughed softly and nodded at him, making sure she was far enough from the waves. For a brief moment her siren instincts flared up and the urge to lead him into the water and drown him was strong but she wrestled it back and felt tension leave her shoulders. “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” She grinned lightly. “Not all, but some.” She said lightly, once more wrestling back her instincts as she thought of her step father. “You could claim they do but you’d probably be wrong. I have another hobby but I haven’t done it in years so I’m not sure it counts anymore either.”

Mason could tell that there was something that she wasn't mentioning, but instead of being overly worried by something that could be incredibly simple he shrugged it off, feeling himself relax more the less he worried about it. "True, very true." He nodded, "Definitely some, some need to be thrown in the deep end coated in concrete." He said, shaking his head gently, indeed he had heard of some that needed that treatment. "Well now if I claim it perhaps it would become right. Another hobby? What would that be?"

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lianalost:

Liana found herself watching her surroundings carefully, she always did on land. Observing everything, taking in as much detail as she could. Trying to sneak a glance in to peoples living rooms as they passed lit p windows. This was, after all, a completely alien world to her. 

“Has this place always been your home?”

"I'm from Italy originally. But I’ve traveled the world." He explained, as they made their way through town he weaved through streets, until his home appeared in the distance, lit up and ready for his return. It wasn't long after seeing it that he saw his sister heading toward them, her face contorted in horror as she realized he was hurt. "Mase!" He shook his head. "I'm okay Little Bird, lucky someone was smiling on me and chased him off." His sister sighed softly and extended a hand to shake, "thank you for that!"

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So I pointed my fingers and shouted few quotes I knew, as if something that's written should be taken as true. But every path I had taken and conclusion I drew would put truth back under the knife. And now the only piece of advice that continues to help is anyone that's making anything new only breaks something else.

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tallulahsaxton:

Tallulah had been anything but logical with life. Because, nothing logical dictated being sold for sex by your parents and raped repeatedly throughout your life. She’d had to find ways around thinking about it. She’d forced herself to think about other things in life. She’d forced herself to think about Peter Pan coming to save her, and whisking her off to Neverland. Angels coming down and protecting her from anything and everything.

Tallulah laughed brightly at Mason’s fake British accent, grinning and shaking her head. She’d always found herself in better spirits around Mason. “And the older you get, the faster it moves. It’s like you want your life to slow down so you can catch up and it just barrels forward.” She shook he rhead, sighing, and downing the rest of her wine. She could feel the buzz striking up in her with fervor now. “That… that was a lot of times and a lot of wondering, and I’m not quite sure how to respond.. you’re killing my buzz!” she whined, trying to think, but laughing through it.

Tallie smiled softly, “No… she wasn’t joking… she knows what I am.” She was glad that Dahlia hand’t tried to convince Mason of her existence, but of any human on this earth, Mason was one she knew wouldn’t say anything to the fact if put under some kind of inquisition. Despite her jovial tipsy self, the question had her face turning down, “My not-boyfriend-date-thing is a complete and total imbecile with no regard to his own personal safety, and a lack of thought processing abilities to get through a mediocre thought,” she explained, rolling her hand at the wrist, as if this were a normal excuse.

Mason had never had anything in life that really questioned his logical ability to make sense of things. His parents passed away, that was a natural part of life, people passed on, of course he was upset about it, he still was, but he could see the logical part in people passing on. But this was by far a challenge, and yet here he was slowly working through the logical core of himself and finding something he hadn't expected, only to accept it so freely.

Mason put his fingertips together and started tapping them, only to roll his hand, like he was presenting something, and putting on a fake David Attenborough voice. "And here we see humans, very destructive species are these, truly awful sometimes, and yet they have little idea just how short of a life the human life span really is." He laughed, shaking his head at his own comments, wondering just how true those comments were. "Surprisingly enough, Tallie. That is not the first time I have been called a buzz kill and it will definitely not be the last." He said with a laugh.

Mason nodded his head, "well then I can say she wasn't going crazy, that's helpful." He chuckled, there were several things he thought could have put aside the crazy thought, not crazy as in kooky, more crazy as things flying around, going crazy, things being insane, and he couldn't say that he could entirely blame her, he knew basics, and even that was enough for him to understand. He tilted his head, "alright so your boyfriend kind of not boyfriend thing is an idiot and my girlfriend is currently having no feelings..." He raised his shot glass. "Sounds like we need these drinks."

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vedikapriyam:

Veda still wasn’t feeling 100%, but she was itching to get out of bed, despite the fact that she probably should have kept resting. She felt well enough for a drink or two at least… Usually she could take more but she was feeling a little unsteady even after those few, and so she made the responsible decision to head back home once she was finished, although she did take a weird route home that she didn’t normally venture on. Seemed that it as lucky she did though… she heard some commotion ahead of her before long… A very, very loud drunk guy yelling at someone, and then the unmistakable sounds of someone being punched…

As Veda approached, she could see the drunk guy wailing on some other person on the ground, and didn’t hesitate to approach ready to stop it. “Hey, what are you doing, you asshole?” she called to the guy, much louder than she probably needed to if he’d been sober. But this wasn’t her first time dealing with drunks, and luckily she knew how to handle herself. She wasn’t even scared to see he was almost twice her size. Her call managed to distract him for a moment so that he stopped punching the guy on the ground and instead staggered around to look at her. Ugh, he absolutely reeked… She scrunched her nose in distaste.

“Do yourself a favor and go sleep it off, buddy,” she said. The guy stepped towards her and by the dopey look on his face it seemed like he was going to come after her next, but probably not to beat her up… And she was not in the mood or the physical condition for that right now…. “Seriously, back off,” she warned. He stopped, teetering on his noodle-legs and furrowed his brow in anger.

“You can’t stop me!” he said, stepping towards her a bit more. Here, she pulled open her jacket to reveal the gun on her hip, as well as her shiny cop badge.

“You sure about that?” she said seriously, putting her hand on her gun. The guy’s eyes opened about six times wider, and after a moment he backed up a little, putting his hands up defensively. 

“Oh I- Okay sorry lady… I mean officer I… I was just-”

“Get out of here before I arrest you on drunk and disorderly charges, and assault,” she said authoritatively. The guy drunkenly slurred something else she didn’t understand and then hightailed it out of there. She breathed a little sigh of relief and then laughed a tiny bit, visibly relaxing. 

“Oh man, I’ve always wanted to do that…” She turned to the man on the ground, who looked a little worse for wear, and winced sympathetically, crouching to look more closely at his injuries. “Hey, you alright man?”

Mason, from this vantage point couldn’t do all that much about the man that was too drunk, but when the person approached from afar it was all he could do to scrub his eyes and attempt to see who it was, but he didn’t want to move too much for the potential to cause himself more injury. Knowing himself he would want to get out of there as quick as possible, he was non confrontational and this had him reeling from the impact and the potential of a fight. Of course being in this position there wasn’t much more he could do for anyone, because he was in pain and attempting to look like he was still somewhat normal from all of the commotion.

When the conversation began, he could feel himself internally cringing just a little bit, the drunk man was far too drunk and she was... A cop, well thank god for that part. he groaned lightly as he shifted himself to sitting up against a wall. With trembling fingers he unbuttoned his shirt, only to find the shoulder that seemed to be hurting him the most wasn’t hurting as much as when he was lying on it, perhaps it was simply that he was lying on something on the ground instead. Pulling his shirt back over his shoulder he wiped a hand over the graze on his shoulder, groaning lightly at the pain that had seemed to blossom through his cheek. He hadn’t wanted to be a part of any fight, again he was non confrontational, but throwing him in the middle of fight that he didn’t want to get involved in, he had no choice. He looked up at the person who was talking, squinting a little and nodding. “Mostly just a grazed cheek, I’m okay otherwise.”

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tallulahsaxton:

Tallulah enjoyed watching Mason’s mind whirl and attempt to go through any logical path available, but there wasn’t one. She was almost glad that she couldn’t logic as well as some people. Just trying to seemed to make her mind spin. She’d spent many times envious of people who’d gotten to go to school and learn things, but when she watched the people who were smart go through moments like this, she was grateful. “of course.”

Tallie giggled lightly as he went on, wondering if this was what he did when he was drinking. “Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey,” she laughed, taking a sip of her wine. “It moves both too fast, and too slow all at the same time, doesn’t it?” she asked, smiling over her wine glass. “But, really, just, give it time. You’ll be glad you did. It takes time to get through things. To get over panic. To get over a break. Just give it time. You’re young. You’ve got a lot of it,” Not as much as I do, she remembered, almost hating the fact that she was immortal.

“Yeah,” she grinned, finishing off her red wine and tapping the glass on the bar for a refill. Her bill would be high today, but she didn’t quite care. “Kidding? Do you think I’m kidding?” she quirked her head to the side, “What does it explain?” she asked, brows furrowed as she wondered. She let her question hang in the air as she finished off her shots, and brought her cup back into her hand to occupy her hands. “Maybe you will, maybe you won’t.” She shrugged, “I’m going to try to forget everything tonight.”

Mason had alway been logical, even when it came to things that were seemingly unexplainable. While he had been fascinated with history, and had been a creative mind, he still wanted to see things from a logical standpoint, though sometimes he had to let his creative mind out for a wander, and this was one of the cases. He let it run free and figure it out for his logical brain, because his logical brain wasn't having it.

Mason chuckled, nodding at her answer to his rambling on. "Wibbly wobbly timey wimey... Stuff." He repeated, putting on a very fake British accent to say it when he did. "It moves like a god damn asshole. The times you want to cherish go so fast, and when you want time to move it doesn't even move a second." He grumbled slightly. "I'm giving it time, seriously sometimes time just doesn't appreciate how much time I'm giving it, but then again sometimes I wonder if I'm ever even close to the amount of time needed."

He nodded, tapping his glass on the counter and nodding toward the barkeep, if she thought she would be paying for this bill, or if he would let her, she had another thing coming. "I did think so at first, but I realize that you aren't now... And it explains that when I was in hospital, when I still had a gaping open wound why a little girl was able to heal it so easily, and why my wound just fixed itself seemingly of its own accord, Dahlia said something about it was probably a faerie and I thought she was joking." He explained and then shrugged a shoulder. "What has you wanting to forget then?"

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lianalost:

“Well that, I have yet to see. I wonder what it takes to break those shells” she watched her feet as she walked, each step falling in to a steady rhythm. Even if she were on land for decades she still thought human anatomy would confuse and amaze her. So strange, leg and feet and toes. Liana looked up at the male by his side.

“Where is it you were going, before that dick got in the way.”

"Kindness, at least, that's what I found with the case of Dahlia." He shrugged a little, Dahlia was in a hospital bed and he still felt pain for not being able to be much more help. He'd tried as much as he could but for the most part of it Dahlia had pushed him away, and he felt awful for wanting to walk away for a brief few seconds.

"I was working late, I was just heading home actually."

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tallulahsaxton:

Tallie felt badly that she was confusing him, but at the same time she got great amusement out of it.  She had a love for confusing humans ever since she found out what she was. It was a perk that she realized she had once she was a fae. Aside from that, though, Tallie was beyond happy to be able to give him relief. She was surprised at the aches and pains that felt he had. “Of course, Mas. Of course.” she smiled, continuing to heal what she could of his ailments.

Tallie sighed, and nodded, “I’m sorry. I know that’s got to suck. But she’s hurting. Give her time, Mason.” Tallulah was definitely not the best at relationship advice, but she didn’t know what else to say. She was sure that with time Dahlia would come around. At least, she hoped. She’d hate Dahlia to break Mason’s heart, because she knew how much happiness he brought her… and that they brought each other, honestly. “I… I couldn’t either, Mason.. And I was there.” She murmured, a dark cloud coming over her as she felt the guilt roll in. She still thought it was her fault for not noticing the look in Dahlia’s eyes.

“Well, believe it.” She grinned, reaching for a shot and tossing it back, before grabbing the next one with her free hand and dropping that back, as well. With all that had gone on, she was excited to get drunk and let it go. “Magic is real, faeries are real, witches are real,” she rolled her hand as she winced at the bitterness of the alcohol, before washing it down with a large gulp of her wine. “You ought to know that before you go out and about getting in bar fights,” she grinned, teasing him, knowing he wasn’t trying to get in a bar fight. “I’m a faerie…. that’s how I healed you.” She laughed, shaking her head, face flushed form the drinks, “God, I shouldn’t be tell you all this.”

Mason wished greatly that he wasn't so easily confused when things that didn't follow a seemingly logical route happened, because if he was being honest most things in life didn't have a really have a logical reason behing them, then again he wasn't as much a philosopher as a teacher of those who philosophised. Socrates and Plato, he didn't consider himself like that, he was simply teaching people what they knew. "I really do appreciate it."

Mason nodded, sighing softly as he took another sip of his drink. "Time, time, always time. I know how much it helps but when you're in it, sometimes it feels like time ceases to exist." He had always been told time, after his parents passed, time, time was what the world hinged on and yet he couldn't see the logic in sitting still in the world where things existed, things needed to be done, they always needed to be done. But here he was, embracing having a night to himself, and with company that he knew was good. "I-yeah I know I just.. My brain is good at throwing things out of proportion."

"Oh yeah?" He asked, slightly more amused than he had been before. In spite of his logical outlook on life, he realized, however slowly, that all of his logical answers did have a logical question, even if the idea behind it seemed illogical. "You're kidding? Well I mean that does explain a lot if I'm being honest with you." He shrugged lightly, it was suddenly looking a lot more logical in his head. "I don't often find myself getting in bar fights, Tallie. Though now I think I ought to avoid them entirely." He chuckled, throwing back more shots. The liquor making him more relaxed. "That's.. Actually that makes a lot more sense." He said, laughing. "Oh don't worry, make me drink enough and I won't remember."

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tallulahsaxton:

Tallulah noticed the cut on his cheek, and brushed her hand along his cheek, her magic glowing ever so slightly as she did, the skin coming together with ease. She was beyond happy to have this ability, to be able to pull magic from the forest and use it to heal her closest and best friends. She could feel her magic urging at her to do this. It was strange to her, because Te-Tini weren’t always the nicest fae. But, they were fiercely protective. She pushed her magic out and into the brunette, trying to give him as much healing energy as she could manage.

Tallulah was shocked to hear the words come from Mason’s lips. Dahlia wasn’t feeling much? she couldn’t imagine that. Mason and Dahlia were somewhat of a picture perfect couple to the girl. She couldn’t imagine them having a rough go of it. “I- is it because of what happened?” she asked, taking a long sip of her wine, “I’m worried about her, but I- I’m sorry she’s having a rough go of it, Mason. She’ll come around.”

Tallulah tapped the bar a couple times and held up her finger and did a couple spins with it. The bartender nodded, and let her know it’d be a few. She quirked a brow at him, “Most of the time? Why most of the time?” she was surprised to hear that he believed in magic at all if they were being honest. She’d expected more logic from the man. But she was also grateful, because this meant Dahlia had kept her secret. The bartender came over, with a few shot glasses. She poured a dark liquor into each one, and nodded at them. Tallie grinned, “enjoy, Mas’.” she tossed back one of the shots quickly, hissing as the alcohol burned her throat. 

Mason was at first confused by the things she did, her hand grazing against his cheek, but when he felt his cut healing he understood some more, he wasn't sure if he was still confused of touched that she thought he was enough to use her energy on and fix up his broken cheek. The more she worked, the more he felt different things, a back injury that flared up from time to time, things that had hurt for a long time began to calm down, the opposite shoulder to the one that he hurt, the one that always felt stiff from playing the violin felt free again, and he was thankful for it. "Thank you, for that."

There were things lately that Mason had just let get to him, he couldn't help it even though he wasn't often one to let things pile up, sometimes they did, sometimes they just released, right now he had uncapped them. He nodded, "that's exactly why." He sighed, finishing off the next drink that was placed in front of him. "All things take time, I know this, I know this well, it just feels awful sometimes that I couldn't be there, couldn't stop her, even though I know I couldn't be everywhere at once."

Mason was feeling much more relaxed now that he'd had a few drinks in him, perhaps a little bit too relaxed, he didn't remember what kind of drunk he was. But he thought, if he remembered rightly, that he was a goofy drunk. "Well, when I was in the hospital.. This little girl walked in.. She fixed my shoulder, but then I've never really seen anything more, or anything less... I don't know... It's more I don't know what to believe, I've always wanted to believe it, but I've never had definitive proof." He said with a slight shrug. He let an easy smile come to his face, "thank you, Tallie." He nodded, reaching out to toss back one of the shots, wincing just a little, but welcoming the burn.

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lianalost:

Liana shrugged “I guess I just have a way with these things. A second sight, something like that” It was startling obvious in everything he did and said that her was human. Liana wasn’t about to labour her point, though she’d love to scheme with him. To triumphantly announce that she would be serving justice. 

“Dick is a good way to put it though” she laughed “there are a lot of dicks around here it seems.”

Mason nodded, unsure of what to make of everything she was saying but feeling himself accept it regardless of how confused he was by her statement, that would probably make it easier on everyone if he was looking at the big picture. He wasn't much for trying to understand what happened in the undercurrent of the town so he let it slide.

"Definitely, can confirm there are a lot of dicks in town, some of them though just have a shell and are actually relatively nice beneath that."

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tallulahsaxton:

Tallie could feel the strange …. worry? Anxiety? She couldn’t quite place the emotion, but she could feel it in Mason. She wondered what it was for, why he felt the way he did. People sometimes felt that when they were around her at work, and she could never figure out why. It was almost in the same breath that his aura relaxed, and a smile came to her lips. She was glad to see him relax.

His smile made her happy. Tallie wanted few things in life, and most of them were to have her friends and loved ones happy. Mason fell into this category undoubtedly due to him making Dahlia happy. She laughed, “Mason has problems that Drinking Mason has to help distract him from? What problems could Mason have?” Tallie asked, curious. She’d spent most of her time looking at Dahlia and Mason with rose colored glasses.

The wine Tallie traded her empty glass of whiskey out for had a warmth that was unmatched by anything else in her eyes. She always loved a deep, sweet red wine. No matter wha,t it gave her a lovely feeling of home and placement. “Yes, magic,” she nodded, grinning equally as well, one hand on his shoulder still, and the other holding the glass of whine, stem between her fingers. “Do you believe in magic, Mason?”

Weeks ago Mason would have been far more relaxed, he wouldn't have had so much worry and he would have simply smiled and been too happy to let it all roll off his back, but today things just seemed to get to him so much easier. Like he had a second sense of peoples emotions and feelings, and yet.. He still had the slight cut on his cheek and the burning in his gut where he was kicked and didn't see it coming.

More relaxed, Mason allowed himself some time to be himself, to feel a relaxed side of him coming out and feeling a little bit better with the amount of scotch he had so far sipped at. It wasn't like him to keep everything bottled up inside most of the time. "Drinking Mason is good at it... Well.. I'm trying but Dahlia has said she doesn't feel much of anything anymore and I honestly just need some time to gather my thoughts and figure it all out, that's where Drinking Mason comes in."

Mason tilted his glass to his lips, draining the last few little drops out of it and asked politely for another, his so called "Drinking Mason" took a lot to get him out, so he wasn't holding back with it at all. Mason nodded, thinking back to the hospital when his shoulder was injured almost beyond recognition and a little girl walked into the room and healed it, or at least he thought it wasn't a dream. He nodded again, "I do, well I think I do most of the time."

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dahliaxbrennon:

Dahlia stretched her arms above her head as she made her way down the street towards home with Ghost next to her. It had been her first night back to work and she felt surprisingly okay about it all. She’d spoken to Sean about waitressing more because it was more familiar to her than her work as a manager and he’d agreed. She grew cautious and wary when she heard a man’s angry, drunken voice and slowed down a little bit, letting Ghost take the lead. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw a man hit Mason and attack him while he was down. “Hey!! Leave him alone!!” She screamed, moving forward. Terror was filling her and she didn’t know what to do but she knew she didn’t want the man to hurt Mason any more.

Ghost snarled and barked at the man until he backed off, letting out one more bark for good measure as the man turned around the corner. “Mason, baby, are you okay?” She asked softly as she knelt next to him, reaching out to touch his face gently, turning it examine it closely.

Mason only just recognized whose voice was yelling but by the time he realized who it was he heard Ghost and he understood exactly what was happening, when the man backed away he looked up, attempting to open up his eyes, attempting to appear even slightly more normal. His lip was split and he assumed something was hurt in his stomach, maybe a rib. Then there was the burn in his shoulder, that definitely shouldn't have been there.

He let his head fall into her hand, allowing her to move it as she wished, his cheek was grazed and the lip split but aside from that he was okay. "I-Yeah.. Fucking drunken idiots." He groaned slightly, attempting shove himself up while also not appearing to be in too much pain. Of course the pain in his shoulder was still an ever present burning, but he could ignore that a little more now that he was working his way to sitting. "Cazzo." He groaned again. "Cazzo cazzo cazzo."

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dahliaxbrennon:

She nodded slowly. “That’s good. They must have really missed you.” She looked at him closely, examining him to see if she could spot anything wrong with him. “You should rest more.” She glanced at the waitress and frowned when she didn’t recognize her. She softly ordered some herbal tea and some light food. She looked back at him and brushed her hair out of her face lightly. She saw him glance at her wrist and knew he was looking for the bracelet he’d bought her and ducked her head a little bit, she hadn’t been wearing it because she didn’t trust herself with it right now. She didn’t know what else to say and could feel her chest tightening in response as she stared at him wide eyed.

He nodded, smiling. "I guess they must have, though to be fair I missed those kids too." He nodded his head, if anyone else had told him to get more rest he would have shrugged it off, but Dahlia was telling him to now so he'd try. "At least rest my shoulder I guess. That would be a good start. Maybe I'll get one of those big chalk holders so I don't have to raise my arm as far and I can twap someone on the head with it if they aren't listening." He chuckled at the thought and nodded to the waitress as she left. He wanted to say more but he wasn't quite sure what route would be the best in conversation terms. "So, does it feel better sleeping in your own bed rather than a hospital bed?"

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saraamaliaohare:

Sara danced lightly away from the waves as they rushed up the shore, not wanting to risk changing again, and in front of someone who may not know about the supernatural as well. She smiled faintly and gave him a small nod, “I can tell. You’re very good and you’re practice and discipline shows in your playing.” Her smile softened and she hummed lightly. “Yes, he is. At least I always thought so.” She laughed lightly and nodded. “I’m a hostess who swims a lot and sings all the time so I get having a hobby that you love.” She thought about her other hobby of painting and how much she missed it.

Mason felt a smile forming on his face, he could recall the times he and his sister would dance between the waves at a beach in different places around the worlds, leaping away to avoid the waves that came rushing toward them. "Well thank you, it's nice to know that people can hear it, shows it wasn't all for nought." Mason nodded, a smile on his face. "Most parents normally are." He could think of some examples that didn't fit that structure, but that was besides the point at this point. "I'm not sure I have many more hobbies. Perhaps dog appreciation and watching too many movies but I don't think that really counts."