Grief is the price we pay for love.

"I never wanted to let you go, so I'm sorry that I had to change the story."

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veedayal:

Having been working all day in his new club getting it ready to open soon, he stood outside as the neon lights artist installed the custom sign he had ordered. This was definitely a change from New York, though he wasn’t going to admit just yet that he didnt mind the quiet of the town. It was nice compared to the constant noise New York came with. Bringing his hand up to wipe his brow, he smiled brightly, giving a thumbs up to the guys as they finished. 

Peter had been walking past, avoiding the construction work when he saw that a club was opening up. Odd - this town was small and quiet, what need did it have for a club? “A club in this town? Crazy, man.” He said aloud.

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veedayal:

Having been working all day in his new club getting it ready to open soon, he stood outside as the neon lights artist installed the custom sign he had ordered. This was definitely a change from New York, though he wasn’t going to admit just yet that he didnt mind the quiet of the town. It was nice compared to the constant noise New York came with. Bringing his hand up to wipe his brow, he smiled brightly, giving a thumbs up to the guys as they finished. 

Peter had been walking past, avoiding the construction work when he saw that a club was opening up. Odd - this town was small and quiet, what need did it have for a club? “A club in this town? Crazy, man.” He said aloud.

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julestravieso:

“Wonder not. Because I am one. That’s why I’m worried about you being one, I don’t like my turf invaded,” Julieta explained, not the slightest hint of a clue as to whether she was joking or not in her voice. “Most people prefer the sights of the town square.”

“If you’re a murderer - I’d like to request how I’m offed, if that’s cool with you?” He knew she’d been joking despite the lack of tone. This town was bizarre, but surely their murderers kept their hobbies hidden. “Well, I’m not most by a long shot. I prefer being immersed in nature wholly and completely.”

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southcrnpeach:

“the whole ‘human limitation’ and ‘mortality’ thing can be a real fun sucker, can’t it? i feel like we should be allowed to drink as much coffee we want without risking death. i don’t ask for much, just caffeine on a constant iv,” peach said with a laugh before writing down his order. “that really is the southern signature. my papa orders the same thing when he comes here.” 

“Agreed.” It’d be a lot easier to work 24/7 if he fed coffee constantly into his bloodstream and working was the most important thing to him - it’s the only thing that helped him forget that he was living a miserable existence. With a laugh, he stroked his beard. “It is rather scary,” he paused. “to get older and be compared to people’s fathers. But I am happy he knows what to eat.”

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malcolmhart:

he listened to the man and nodded. “alright… well, good luck with that, i guess. if you ever need a gun, or a repair… hart’s trigger is on the other side of town. it used to be hart’s guns but i found that a bit too boring.” he told him with a shrug. “oh, and where is your restaurant? far away, or around here?”

“I’ll keep it in mind. I’m sure when my son comes to visit, he’ll be enthralled by your store. I like the new name for sure,” Peter grinned. “Far away. About 10 hours far away. Might think about a new one, but I’d certainly need a partner.” 

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avicnnas:

“And I’m supposed to care because…?”

“I’m not saying you should care - rather that maybe they do. Elderly people and mothers tend to care a lot about the well-being of others. Especially if their children saw you buy those and then she had to hear them beg and plead for them.”

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judestjames:

“It is nice, isn’t it?” she asked, finding herself meeting his smile.  “Oh my God, agreed. Completely agreed. Toddlers are awful. Teenagers are so fucking stressful.” she rambled. She supposed she would have been happier if she had to deal with a child of her own, but raising other people’s teenagers was like hell for her.  “Oh yeah? I’ve got-.” she stopped herself from telling him about her real life. “I’ve got a lot. I wish I could just ship them off to my wife, but no.” she shrugged,humming some. “I guess we could go for coffee. Maybe. If you’re nice to me.”

“Haven’t been happier since I left my parents’ farm when I was a teenager.” It wasn’t as if Greenville didn’t have beautiful areas - there certainly were tons, but all his images of Greenville had been tampered with and turned black. “They both seem to think that they’re adults - but they’re not. They’ve got a lot to learn.” The words out of her mouth felt like a dig at him - he knew others felt like he took the easy way out, but so did everyone else. How long could a father look at his son waste away? There was nothing he could do to help - he was always paying for a crisis counselor and keeping the business afloat. “I haven’t been rude yet, have I?” He furrowed his brows with a smirk sat upon his face.

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malcolmhart:

malcolm smirked at that comment. “i did this to myself, i own the gunshop… but i do take monday’s and friday afternoons off, so not too bad. i mean, there generally isn’t someone to do something with but i am a bit of a loner.” he explained as he listened to the man’s introduction. “a business man. that is very broad. what kind of business do you do?” he wondered.

“You’re a stronger man than I, Mr. Hart,” Peter chuckled. He could understand the bit about being a loner - he’d always been more introverted than most. Just the type to go to work and go home to be with his family. They never had to do anything crazy - just board games and movies were enough. Though now that he was really alone...he had an itch to be around people. “Business management, really. I’m kind of the big boss in my building - I also co-own a restaurant with my ex-wife.”

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malcolmhart:

he chuckled at the man’s comment and shrugged. “i’m alright, on my way to work on a sunday so i’m as good as that can make a man feel.” he told the unknown man, but his southern manners did make him stretch out his hand towards him. “i’m malcolm hart, the town’s gunsmith.” he introduced himself.

“Work on Sundays should always be banned.” It wasn’t so much that Peter was religious per say, more of the fact that having a designated day off that you could never work was appealing and calming. Peter shook his hand - business-like and professional, firm and short. “Peter Breckner. I’m a business man. Very new to this town.”

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gunshone:

      “  thank god , i can just pour some liquid into a cup . instead of messing with that awful espresso machine . “ offering him a chuckle , she understands how ironic it is to own a coffee shop but not enjoy making coffee . “ between you and me , that thing can burn in the fiery depths of hell for all i care . “ 

“And I get to pay you far too much money for you to just pour some liquid into a cup,” But he laughed. Though he never was very involved in the cooking or drink making process of owning a restaurant - he certainly had to do some grunt work every now and then. “I never personally owned a coffee place, but I co-own a restaurant and in my opinion, food fucking sucks. I don’t know how people enjoy making it - especially so much in one fucking day. I love eating, but damn the process is awful.”

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southcrnpeach:

“it’s my job to sell it! literally,” peach reminded with a grin. “good, that was a test. decaf is for cowards. its only when your body trembles that you know you’re at your strongest.” she filled peter’s class with fresh coffee, returning the pots to their intended place and returning with a couple of sugar packets. “do you want anything else for it, or are you ready to order?”

“Of course...and you’re absolutely right. I’d drink ten cups a day if I could...and if my heart wouldn’t stop.” Peter laughed. He rubbed the back of his neck in thought, wondering what he should get. “Uh, I think I’m ready to order. I think I’ll have a...Cheddar Cheese Grits Casserole with sausage and bacon? The true breakfast of any Southern man.”

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gunshone:

          hand over hand , she offers out latte after latte . feet patter around the tile flooring of her shop . sanguine stains her hands , yet it’s undetectable . she’s washed herself of her own sin , under the guise of just not caring . her bones soaked in the blood of the ones that have died by the barrel of the guns she’s dealt . – eyes fly over the heads that sit in the wooden chairs that fill her quaint coffee shop .  laying the coffee cup down , she greets the person with a beautiful , pure smile . liar lips , a transforming serpent .   “ i think if i make one more macchiato , i’m gonna become one . “

“Ah, not to worry, miss - “ He shook his head, a light playful smile sitting on his face. “Frankly, I don’t drink that crap. I like it black, but a little sugar never hurt anyone.” Pausing for some effect, he squinted an eye and laughed. “well, except for cavities and diabetes of course.”

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hotaru-ito:

Hotaru was just finishing an old ladies hair, when the bell chimed that someone had entered the salon - hopefully to get their hair done in a more exciting way than Mildred here. She did like that the shop was without appointments, so she never knew who was going to walk in.

“Hey there, I’ll get to you once Mildred looks fabulous once more.” she said, putting the finishing touches to the woman’s hairdo. “there you go, you can go to Sally now.” she said, sending the woman to the young girl that worked in the salon as a cleaner/secretary/hair washer, as Hotaru called it. “What can I do for you?” She asked, turning to the new person in the room.

“Uh - “ Hair was always something Peter never put great emphasis on. He figured most men really didn’t. Did it look half decent? Cool. He just need something that still looked professional. “I hope I’m not making a mistake, but is it cool if I let you decide? It just needs to be suitable for a business atmosphere. No crazy pink hair dyed Mohawk.” 

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malcolmhart:

malcolm stood next to his truck, as he pumped it full of gas and he looked out over the street. he was never a happy man, per se, cheeriness just hadn’t been put in his body but today, he felt alright. today was looking to be a normal day, just going on down to the shop, going home, watching some tv and then going to sleep after his wife, so he wouldn’t have to reveal his little problem but he liked days like this, where things were just normal. 

so, when he saw someone walking up to the gas station, he said “goodmorning.” something he normally never really did.

Peter had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Smoking had been his newfound comfort. Jamie got to drink all the alcoholic she wanted, Sam got to escape into work, and Jonah got to sleep all day - he deserved something. He’d avoided them for long - always health conscious, but what the hell? Everyone was going to die anyway. 

After taking a drag, he gave an indifferent smile to the person next to him. “It’s a morning all right, sir...how are you?”

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avicnnas:

“Turns out that most people frown upon you purchasing more than one box of Tasty Cakes.” Avianna pursed her lips, scratching the back of her neck. “I had an elderly lady and a mother of two look at me with…disdain.”

“Arguably they aren’t the healthiest choice - “ Peter mentioned. He quite enjoyed playing Devil’s Advocate. “maybe they’re just concerned for you. Surely there’s enough sugar in just one of those to give you a cavity.”

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heatherskennedy:

enough was enough. how much further was the universe going to push heather and the kennedy clan?? there was always something: from therapy, to stalkers to ill parents, to car accidents to dropping cakes. there was always SOMEONE, SOMETHING. heather was seconds away from asking lemon to challenge judy blume with: “It’s Me, Heather. Are You There God?” because now?? the only thing keeping heather calm, cool and collected had been destroyed– and she was a mess. it wasn’t just the fact that the crops were gone, it was that they have a lot of angry people on their hands or the risk of losing everything or even the possibility of being caught with the illegal substances AND what the heck was she going to smoke now?? lord knows she needed some bud in this moment. feeling another person behind her, too close for comfort in her time of frustration and panic, through gritted teeth, heather hissed out a nearly threatening but mostly shakily, “i’ma give you five seconds to either introduce yourself or back the hell on up, or else…” or else what?? heather didn’t know. 

“Peter Breckner. Just...wanted to stop by and give you this,” He said. As much as he detested the practice - remembering just how much fucking food and gifts he was given when his son was missing, it was The Southern Thing To DoTM and knowing how badly the fire could affect their business, he figured offering support, gifts, and condolences could help. They weren’t friends - hell, one of her wives had held a gun up to him, but he enjoyed their property immensely and liked helping others despite his aversion to close relationships. “Sorry to bug you. Just...wanted to offer help...”

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