Orlando's Cleaning Services

A Gravity Falls OC RP Blog for Orlando Turon||OC friendly, askbox open, headcanon compatible

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Happy Pride everyone

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I’ve moved!

For the sake of convenience (and being able to directly follow you guys instead of having to send anons with my @), I’ve moved to a new blog. I’ll be taking some time to get things in order but expect me to be more active again and soon!

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My new blog so I can actually follow you guys back and not be a mysterious anon!

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Dust, Dust Everywhere

The shack was more or less in shambles. The front door was missing with the screen door hanging by a hinge as it clacks against the frame with any wind strong enough for it. Dust covers the floor visible from the outside and the windows all had their blinds and curtains drawn. The sign, once mounted, had been dislodged and fallen away to reveal its outline that had been worn there from many storms and nights. ‘Orlando’ it said but some of the letters had rotten in particularly poor weather to leave it as ‘rand’.

Inside, a phone can be heard ringing with an old bell tone. It was near constant and simply had no delays between failed calls. Even with power long cut and bills left unpaid it simply would not stop ringing. There was a chill in the air here and a storm was coming in...

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A Phone Call

“Is there anybody out there?...” The phone dangles from its hook, static just audible behind the voice. “Hello? Is there anybody...”

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He gave a nod but now felt a bit out of his league. “Keeps growing back? Sounds recursive…” His speciality was cleaning up the mess of others and not exactly understanding what caused it but working in Gravity Falls had sent him more than a few peculiar jobs where picking up on things was essentially unavoidable. “And if it’s coming back thicker each time… think it’s a wood spirit? Something vengeful?” That was effectively the extent of his offering of explanations here, the handyman pulling a small set of shears from his waist to test the garden.

With a snipping of a branch he simply watched the spot closely. To his surprise the spot grew back visibly, albeit slowly, but then he couldn’t help but squint around him. “I think… It all grows, no matter how much of it is cut back.” That branch definitely was not this low before.

His attention then turned to the fountain to give it a look over. “Can you sense anything? Err… is that how it works, sensing things?”

“I can’t… I can’t sense anything specific,” Abbie explained haltingly. “Unless it’s really strong. Then you’d be able to feel it too.” Abbie had no innate magic of her own, not that she knew of. Unless there was something that you needed to activate the tedious, ruin-based spells and barriers she set up. All she had working for her was a lot of previous experience, some powerful friends, an unhealthy sense of curiosity, and an acquired taste for adrenaline. (More a survival mechanism than a personality trait.)

“It’s more like a gut feeling but that’s just, you know. Subconscious observation stuff I think. The air feels different, something like that.” One didn’t even need much of her experience here, to tell something was off. It would take more effort to deny there was something supernatural going on. Every inch, every leaf of this place was steeped in energy so thick it made her hair stand on end.

“But. I can set up spells that will tell me about what’s going on. And hopefully get rid of it.” Abbie made her way to the crumbling fountain and brushed her fingers against it. There was a feeling, like a current, like she had placed her hand in Kell’s river, of something rushing past. She snatched her hand back like it had been burnt.

“I’ve met wood spirits.” Abbie twisted her hands, trying to rub away the feeling and taking deep breaths. “This is stronger.” It gave her the same… chaotic, ancient feeling as Obscura had. Abbie didn’t scare easily, perhaps not the best thing for her health, but that demon had kept her up shivering and alone, hidden under her bed.

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Orlando was, suffice it to say, pretty unnerved. Normally the messes he had to deal with were already inert or just dead bodies - the amount of body sized blood stains he had cleaned up could be counted on two hands where one finger was normally too much - but this was above and beyond his normal work.

"The lady that hired us... Did we ever get a name? Or an address?" He cast the snipped branch to the garden floor. He had intended to turn back to his partner in labor when suddenly he sprang back, shears held as if a weapon. "Watch your feet! Trimmings move!"

As promised the little branch, once dropped, had begun wriggling where it fell. For a brief moment it seemed almost ready to start on some path but it ran out of whatever energy that had sustained it, the thing partly burrowing into the ground before falling still.

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please reblog this if it's okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven't reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

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Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

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He gave a nod, testing the pockets of his vest with idle, yet practiced hands. he probably fiddled with his pockets a lot. “I’m basically like this always. Can’t afford a secretary and messes don’t stop because I’m off the clock. I fall asleep at my desk pretty often.”

He was seemingly in a chipper mood, even if a bit confused for the job, but as they made their way back the garden became a bit too thick for such a neighborhood and the trees a bit too menacing. Rubbing more sleep from his eyes he couldn’t help but explore a bit visually. “For a rich neighborhood, this garden seems a bit… untamed,” he commented, tugging up his flashlight for the darkening road ahead. “And… goes further back than I thought it would. Is that a fountain? Who’d have a fountain in a garden like this?”

Abbie frowned up at Orlando. “But you can respond to them in the morning.” Still, she focused her attention on the job. Carefully, but steadily, she navigated the tangled grass. The bushes were thorny snarls of branches. 

“Yeah.” Abbie stopped, a good foot or two away from the fountain. “I… I don’t like it. The fountain.” She twisted her hands. In general, gardens were best a bit natural, in her opinion. But the lady who’d hired them insisted that no matter what she did, it all grew back. Darker and thicker than before.“I tried to set up some containment spells around it but they all failed. I’m going to have to remove the actual spell. She wants you to have a go at the garden, I think.”

Whatever this magic was, it was powerful, and Abbie found herself reluctant to touch it. But she was pretty good at curse breaking. And that’s what this was, certainly. A curse.

If only she could figure out how it got there. 

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He gave a nod but now felt a bit out of his league. "Keeps growing back? Sounds recursive..." His speciality was cleaning up the mess of others and not exactly understanding what caused it but working in Gravity Falls had sent him more than a few peculiar jobs where picking up on things was essentially unavoidable. "And if it's coming back thicker each time... think it's a wood spirit? Something vengeful?" That was effectively the extent of his offering of explanations here, the handyman pulling a small set of shears from his waist to test the garden.

With a snipping of a branch he simply watched the spot closely. To his surprise the spot grew back visibly, albeit slowly, but then he couldn't help but squint around him. "I think... It all grows, no matter how much of it is cut back." That branch definitely was not this low before.

His attention then turned to the fountain to give it a look over. "Can you sense anything? Err... is that how it works, sensing things?"

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Despite working with her - and on a few occasions for her - he was always pleasantly surprised to see Abbie, his eyes lighting up somewhat. “Oh, hey there, bud.”

He dug his hand into the nape of his neck and gave a shrug at the talk about the job. “Just been waiting here, really. Figured that if the lady thought I needed to know she would tell me.” Despite another yawn chasing his replh he really looked about like he always did for work. Stepping to the side he gave a nod. “C'mon, let’s get this over with so we can get back to watching the phone, yeah?”

Abbie’s face softened at the affectionate name, and that shiny, for-business look faded a little. Some frustration leaked into her voice. This was… hard and a little scary, even, and it had been a while since a job had given her so much trouble. 

“That… that would be nice.” She rubbed her temples. “She left a couple hours ago. I set up some wards but. Here.” She started making her way slowly to the back, glancing at Orlando to make sure he was with her. “You alright? You seem kind of tired.”

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He gave a nod, testing the pockets of his vest with idle, yet practiced hands. he probably fiddled with his pockets a lot. “I’m basically like this always. Can’t afford a secretary and messes don’t stop because I’m off the clock. I fall asleep at my desk pretty often.”

He was seemingly in a chipper mood, even if a bit confused for the job, but as they made their way back the garden became a bit too thick for such a neighborhood and the trees a bit too menacing. Rubbing more sleep from his eyes he couldn’t help but explore a bit visually. “For a rich neighborhood, this garden seems a bit... untamed,” he commented, tugging up his flashlight for the darkening road ahead. “And... goes further back than I thought it would. Is that a fountain? Who’d have a fountain in a garden like this?”

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Orlando had been given the call and a place to show up but not quite told who he’d be working with. Perhaps it slipped the woman’s mind? Perhaps she didn’t view it as important? Didn’t really matter in the end as he showed up in his every-purpose set, a tool vest jurry rigged to carry cleaning tools of varying normality, some very strange and with unknown origins - even to him (especially to him) - but usually he made use of the bulk of his vest on these ‘no questions’ jobs.

He was standing by his van with a flashlight on his waist and his fleece lined jacket on his shoulder. It wasn’t too cold just yet but the later it got, no doubt it would get cooler. “So,” he hummed, “who’m I with this time?” He checked his watch and gave a yawn. Probably another long night, but he was used to it at this point.

Abbie caught sight of the van first. She was hunched over, doing something with the ground on her hands and knees. When she saw the broad-shouldered man, she stumbled to her feet and half-jogged over, waving.

“Hey, Orlando,” she greeted. Business as usual: it was not the first time their paths had crossed on a job. It had been nearly a year since they first met, she noted. Abbie was still holding that same, beat-up, cast-iron pan that she tossed around like a weapon, silly as it was. But she also had two knives on her belt (silver) and a good amount of spell supplies in her backpack.

She looked sweet as ever. She smiled at Orlando, gestured to the path leading to the back of the house. “I came here earlier today with Ms. Obrien but I needed to go back to get some more stuff. The…” Her smile wavered, the only hint that it wasn’t quite genuine. 

“You should probably just see it yourself. What do you know so far?”

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Despite working with her - and on a few occasions for her - he was always pleasantly surprised to see Abbie, his eyes lighting up somewhat. "Oh, hey there, bud."

He dug his hand into the nape of his neck and gave a shrug at the talk about the job. "Just been waiting here, really. Figured that if the lady thought I needed to know she would tell me." Despite another yawn chasing his replh he really looked about like he always did for work. Stepping to the side he gave a nod. "C'mon, let's get this over with so we can get back to watching the phone, yeah?"

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It was on the wealthier side of town, and that was what made it strange.

Odd things happened, sure. They happened everywhere. But they liked to keep it hush-hush on the north side of town, where the houses were tall and white and the gardens so manicured they gave her the willies. For things to go so strange that Abbie heard about it, that meant something for sure. An odd noise or two around where she lived was expected. It was almost stranger when too long went by without her hearing a haunting song floating through the woods, without her seeing strange lights in odd colors floating through the garden and vanishing. But up there… it just wasn’t talked about.

So when a lady with fur around her shoulders and too many rings had walked into the bookshop, asking about setting up protective wards, glancing at the door and keeping her head down, Abbie had volunteered to go set them up herself. Because it was clearly something. And she wanted to know what.

Admittedly, the money didn’t hurt either.

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Orlando had been given the call and a place to show up but not quite told who he’d be working with. Perhaps it slipped the woman’s mind? Perhaps she didn’t view it as important? Didn’t really matter in the end as he showed up in his every-purpose set, a tool vest jurry rigged to carry cleaning tools of varying normality, some very strange and with unknown origins - even to him (especially to him) - but usually he made use of the bulk of his vest on these ‘no questions’ jobs.

He was standing by his van with a flashlight on his waist and his fleece lined jacket on his shoulder. It wasn’t too cold just yet but the later it got, no doubt it would get cooler. “So,” he hummed, “who’m I with this time?” He checked his watch and gave a yawn. Probably another long night, but he was used to it at this point.

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☠ : Opinion on death ➶ : Opinion on killing ☮: Opinion on peace ☯: Do they believe in karma? ✤ : Do they believe in luck? ✟ : Religious beliefs ♂ : Sexuality ☿: Opinion on gender ❤: Opinion on love ❥ :Opinion on love from the first sight ♞: Favorite animal(s) ☕: Favorite food(s) ♛ : Opinion on outer beauty ☀ : Favorite season(s) ☽ : Favorite time of day ☂ : Favorite weather ◎ : Opinion on lying

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Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

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askboxmemes:

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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Give me two characters in my inbox

“vs.” for who I think would win a fight

“or” for who I like better

“+” for how I ship them (platonic, familial, romantic, not at all)

And I’ll give you my reasons for why!

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Send me “bad end” for an alternate, dark/tragic ending to my muse’s story

Send “good end” for an ideal ending to their story

Send “neutral end” for a neutral ending to their story

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Bonus points if you suggest the setting (especially if it's not one I usually use!)