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may you find LOVE wherever it has been hidden. may you FIND w h o has been hiding it and exact REVENGE on them.

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rosemariehunter.

“I’m sorry about your loss…” She said quietly, not being all too used to death. It happened, but she wasn’t someone who had experienced all that many deaths close to home. “Why do you find them comforting?”

          “--you know, he used to scold me for apologizing so much. what do you have to be sorry for, rose? he’d ask me.” but before he could linger too much in the past he shifted and sighed, physically turning away from the subject. “because it means that the people we love are there still, in some way. but i’ve been told that that’s strange.”

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hkraus.

“i wouldn’t go so far as to say it is linked to my happiness, but it is something i would deem important. being relentlessly curious with little to no answers, along with being fun could - understandably - be slightly disheartening.” considering the question in silence for a moment, henry glanced to one side. “… to an extent, perhaps. i thought the same about germany; and now i’m here. though i do understand not wanting to leave, this place has its charms, though i’m sure you know more than me.”

     uh-oh. the good doctor seemed to have ambrose figured out. rather than agree, admitting he was wrong, rose simply let their eyes meet, patiently waiting to forget the topic and move on. “there are lots of hidden wonders here; it’s not all strippers and blackjack and craps. have you heard of hell town, for example?”

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heythere--ophelia.

ophelia listened to the laughter her question caused–her heart splintering at its unusually heaviness. why did these good people–jem, ambrose, this litter girl with no name–why did they have to go through the kind of pain and suffering while those who hurt them got away. For now–because Ophelia wouldnt let that happen again. Too many of her friends didn’t have the justice and closure they needed. she wanted ambrose to tell her what he was feeling–she knew at some weird level it would help him. but she knew what it felt like to hide feelings for the sake of someone else, so she wouldnt push. 

“can i tell you a secret? there isnt a right way to feel—not after something like this has happened. Anything you feel is fair, its valid and its acceptable. Its ok to miss him, rose—its healthy and even natural. You lost someone that was incredibly important to you, and if you miss him, it means your human. And it’s the way you should feel. So don’t tell yourself that you should feel angry or helpful. Feel the way you need to feel, and let me worry about making sure I get the fuckwad who did it.“ she didn’t cure often around her non-police friends, but this one was warranted.

"I didn’t,” She said softly. “what was he like?”

     in a few days’ time, ambrose will be incredibly embarrassed about all of this. he will remember the entirely new name he’s made for himself, will remember the carefully constructed new man he’d made. he’ll force himself back to being rose, the wise, the weird, the luckless. he’ll tell the news dutifully, then end it with a ghost story or a joke or a long-winded monologue that will make everyone smile or laugh or cringe and think oh, that’s our rose.

     he listened intently -- storytellers are wonderful listeners -- and offered hopeful half-smiled wherever he could, taking a sip of his tea where he could’t. he beamed over the brim of the mug when the question was asked.

          “what was harper elliot like,” he mused. “the exact opposite of who you’d think i’d get along with. you know those people who are just -- perfect? and you can’t even be mad at them, because they’re genuinely wonderful. he was a football star through high school and college, and a theater star -- the guy could sing -- but he never let it get to his head. he was just -- good.” there was more, but ambrose sensed that he ought to stop. 

          “he’d be thankful to you, you know.”

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camillawindsor.

“Okay, well, how about when I was three, visiting my grandmother in her summer home, I thought I saw a ghost. Then again, it was a palace that was built in the middle ages.”

     “------your grandmother’s summer home was a palace built in the middle ages? i’d say that’s weirder than ‘thinkining’ that you saw a ghost.”

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hkraus.

“i think - more recently, certainly - there is a desire to know all, given that we have so much information at out fingertips it seems like a goal that could be reached. perhaps it’s because i enjoy the process of learning so much that i’m happy to know little for myself.” he lifted both shoulders in an idle shrug. “i read an article in a journal at home, i’ll admit as a whole vegas did not appeal to me, but i figured in that regard i could make it a challenge and so here i am.”

          “personally, i find that the more that i’m certain of, the less happy i am. being relentlessly curious with little to no answers makes life feel more fun.” a lie -- rose was constantly hungry in his head -- but it made him feel better to say. “has it won your heart yet? i was born here, i can’t bear to leave. i don’t think anywhere else would take me, really.”

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rosemariehunter.

She listened to him talk, and she was a bit curious to just what he meant. “And how is your friend walking by you one of these stories? Or are they decreased and you saw their ghost?”

     ambrose had always been and will always be a storyteller, and he was delighted to see curiosity in her. “he left us two or three months ago, and yet i saw him just last week, yes. i think ghosts are pretty comforting, myself.”

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kaponoxlocklear.

“ oh, you come to the right place, my brother. hawai’i is rife with fucked up legends about spirits and haunting. you wanna hear ‘bout the night marchers? or the menehune dwarf people? ”

     the journalist perked up considerably, interest bright in his round eyes. “really?” he started. “you gotta tell me about them all. have you ever seen one for yourself?”

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hardengreen.

“Now that is definitely a problem,” Harden had worked at the hotel for over ten years and now that he was owner, everything felt like it had come full circle. To have one of his closest friends never see his second home in it’s full glory was an absolute travesty. “I can give you the grand tour, right now, if you want.” Spending more time with Rose was an opportunity he lept at.

          “mhmm,” ambrose agreed with a smile. “it is.” a self-conscious hand reached up to smooth down his own disheveled hair, sliding down to subconsciously work at his tie. the best part of working in radio was also, occasionally, the worst part -- appearance didn’t particularly matter. “i’ll have to take you up on that. i trust you to make it entertaining.”

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The thing is, though… it’s not all bad. It can’t be. It isn’t. Life isn’t.

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hardengreen.

“I did, but if I didn’t, I definitely would’ve taken your word for it because you’re proof of that,” Harden wasn’t even sure if his flirting was making sense; he wasn’t well-versed in it and usually just tried to phrase his words to make them sound like they had some kind of double entendre attached to them. “I think I’ll keep calling you Ambrose, just to be different…” He flashed the other a grin and smoothly winked.

     his nervous tick came through; a slight twitch of his nose. he’d thought of all kinds of literary wonders revolving around a name that meant belonging to the gods, but only harden seemed to say it in a way that made it sound true. if anyone in the world was going to call him ambrose, he’d be glad that it’s him.            “--you know, i’ve never actually seen the inside of the bellagio,” he pointed out.