Tomorrow Never Dies

Cedric Atwood || 36 || Distinguished Author || Loner “May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks"

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cassandrawilson:

Cass nodded, smiling back. “You’re not wrong about that.” She waved the bartender over to let him know she was ready and ordered herself a Manhattan. She tilted her head in the direction of the man next to her, telling the bartender, “And whatever this guy here wants. Put it on my tab.” She smiled and turned back to him after he ordered. “Also, I’m Cass,” she said, extending her hand.

“Splendid to meet you, Cass.” he kept his smile friendly, despite how the alcohol might have already been affecting him. “Cedric. I promise you, I don’t usually linger about here, I just had to get away.” 

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marcy-kane:

Marcy waited as the bartender refilled her drink before taking another sip, nodding along with Cedric. “Interesting is one word for it. I think other people would describe it a little differently, though.” In reply to his question, Marcy offered a coy smile. “Me? I’m from Lompico, otherwise known as the hellspawn of Pansaw. Real nice place to grow up, I’ll tell you that.”

Lompico was hardly a city he was aware of, but by the way Marcy spoke of it, it didn’t exactly sound like the best place to live. Perhaps he would look further into it when he was sober and needing an idea for a setting for one of his drafts. Humming in thought, he turned his glass idly, staring at it while he listened to her. “Well, it’s probably a good thing you are no longer there, yes?”

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hunter-calligan:

“Hunter,” he answered simply in response to Cedric’s question, watching as the bartender brought their drinks over. He slid Cedric’s to him and flashed him a little smirk before turning slightly on his stool to face the older male. “Any reason you’re in here getting drunk? Or is this an every day thing for you?”

Cedric took his drink and swallowed it down, eyeing Hunter some more. He still seemed interested. Good. All he had to do was keep this up for a little more and then invite the man over, or find a place to crash. Cedric was hardly choosy. 

“Came here to clear my head, I don’t usually hit the bar.” he admitted. 

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jadenthemagician:

“You literally can’t. Everyone loves “free” shit,” Jaden replied with a grin in his direction. She sat forward a bit to wave down the bartender, who signaled that he’d be there in just a moment. She sat back, turning to face Cedric. “Had a rough night with a weird nightmare, and figured I could use a drink. What’s your excuse?” 

“If I’m being honest? Hoping for someone tall, dark, and handsome to whisk me away.” Cedric replied bluntly. “Initially I came for inspiration for my writing, but a few glasses of these and I changed my mind.” he gestured towards his drink. 

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hunter-calligan:

Hunter really didn’t need to read Cedric’s mind to know exactly what he wanted out of the evening, but he read his mind anyway because, well, why not? He smirked at the man’s thoughts and ordered a beer for himself and whatever Cedric was having. “There, bought you a drink just to prove I’m interested,” he said, the hint of a smirk still playing on his lips.

Cedric gladly took the drink the other man purchased and took a sip, eyes lingering over Hunter’s form. Not bad. However, Cedric was hardly choosy when it came down to it. “What’s your name, stranger?” he hummed, now choosing to not be shy with his powers by increasing the potency of his scent. Usually he didn’t have to try so hard and, being in Pansaw and unregistered at that, he had to be careful with how he used them. Right now, however, he let alcohol drive his decisions. 

“I’m Cedric.” 

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marcy-kane:

“Maybe in the rest of the Pansaw, but not where I’m from.” Marcy replied cheekily. Lompico wasn’t known for its literacy. If your name was known, it was for your reputation on the streets, not from a cover in a bookstore. “Well congrats on finding someone. The next drink is on me, to celebrate your success.”

“I can drink to that.” Cedric smiled broadly and gulped down the last of his whiskey before waving the bartender back for another round. “Honestly, Pansaw wasn’t my first choice of residence, but it’s an interesting place. Where are you from, if I may ask?”

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marcy-kane:

Marcy smirked and took a sip of her drink. “Don’t feel too flattered. I couldn’t name an author if I had a gun to my head.” If they were anywhere else, Marcy might’ve kept her lack of literacy to herself, but in a seedy bar in the middle of the night, she didn’t think too many people would care. “Must be pretty famous though, if it’s a pleasure to meet a non-fan.”

“Well, you’d be surprised. I’m not usually recognized by my face, just the name. Even people who aren’t familiar or read my novels have noted the name. Sometimes that’s nicer than being an actual celebrity.” he joked. “Honestly, I’ve been trying to stay under the radar, so people who don’t know my name is nice to run into.” 

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cassandrawilson:

Unable to hold back a laugh, she replied, “Well that was pretty obvious.” She turned to the side and cocked her head. “No apology necessary though, we’ve all been there. Seems like the whole town has been there, lately, now that I think about it.” She shrugged indifferently. “You sure you don’t want that drink?”

“Perhaps, a lot has been going on lately, so I assure you, it’s nothing personal.” he smiled now. “Well, if you are going to offer it after all, who am I to turn that down?”

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jacobiisms:

     Edwin swallowed the lump that had began forming in his throat as soon as he caught an eye at Cedric. “Working,” he answered. “What are you doing here? Your last letter said you were traveling the world. California is the world?”

“I was, but I came here because I knew more people like me were around. I wanted to see what else is out there, gather inspiration. Have you seen my new series taking off?” Cedric kept staring at him. “You’re working...but your job is taking care of the estate...” 

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cassandrawilson:

She wasn’t playing tonight, but Cass nevertheless found herself at one of the smaller bars she frequented. She had thought about staying to work on the song she couldn’t get out of her head, but felt that maybe if she took a break, a bridge would come to her.

Slipping her way through the crowd to lean against the bar, she heard the man she had ended up next to humming softly. When the bartender turned and recognized her, she smiled and waved to him to take his time. She turned to the man to ask what song he was humming, barely getting the question started before he told her he wasn’t interested. She snorted a laugh. “I don’t know if an answer to that question is worth a drink, but sure. Why not.”

He responded with a faint roll of his shoulders, brushing off the comment. His mind was in a million places at once, so he came off rather rude for not really understanding what was going on right beside him. “I’m not holding you to it, my apologies. I am just...not all here right now.” he admitted apologetically. 

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hunter-calligan:

Bars were definitely among Hunter’s favourite haunts, so it wasn’t all that surprising that he’d found himself in one after a long, busy shift. He managed to block out most of the thoughts from people around him, however, there were a few he tuned into, one of them being the writer at the bar who was obviously not having a fantastic time of it.. and apparently was looking for a hook up; the cop would have no problem obliging. Hunter didn’t read much himself – well, except for minds – so he relied on his mental abilities to make it seem like he knew what he was talking about.

“Shame, thought an author like you would buy me a drink instead.”

Cedric smirked. “You would think, but if someone buys one for me, I can usually gauge how interested one is in me.” It was rather douche-y to say, but his filter was malfunctioning under the influence. Any ounce of caring he had in him was hardly existent in his current state. He hummed softly and breathed in through his nose, detecting the faint hint of desire off of the man. If he played his cards right, and used his power to his advantage, maybe he might just get laid that night. 

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its-all-biology:

It was an interesting feeling. It was almost like he could feel a ravenous need for bloodshed, but he quickly found that drinking helped curb his more violent tendencies. 

He made his way to a bar, deciding a drink was better than explaining any kind of damage he’d do sating his violence. He paused as the man spoke to him, considering killing him before thinking better of it.

“If a drink will get you to chill, then sure, pick your poison.”

Cedric furrowed his brow. “I am ‘chill’, quite relaxed, actually.” he chuffed under his breath and looked him over. “Whiskey. Strongest you can give me.” 

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jadenthemagician:

Jaden found herself craving a lot of stiff drinks after the whole dream…or nightmare in her opinion. The very idea of her playing “hero” and “saving people” kept making her nauseous. She needed to get out and have some fun on her own to make up for what she did in that awful dream. As soon as she entered the bar, she focused in on one man in particular that she recognized. Cedric Atwood, wasn’t it? He was an author, and she had recently read one of his books. The picture on the back cover did not do him justice in real life. 

She strode over to the counter with a confident smirk, taking the seat next to him. “Well then, how ‘bout the next round’s on me?” she offered.

Cedric looked over his shoulder at the girl and smiled. “Well, how can I possibly say no to that?” he chuckled and turned in his seat to give her his full attention. “What brings you here?” he mused. 

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marcy-kane:

Marcy nodded to the bartender as he came around. “A shot of vodka please. And pretzels if you have them.” Turning back to the stranger, Marcy took his hand and gave it a firm shake. “Cool. Never heard of you. Marceline Kane, but my friends call me Marcy.” It didn’t need much saying that she wasn’t much of a reader. There weren’t many bookstores in Lompico and even if there were, when would she have time to read?

To be honest, it was nice that he wasn’t actually recognized. That made him feel a bit more at ease. He could loosen up and not worry about his reputation being tattered because he failed at making coherent decisions. “Marcy, a pleasure to meet someone who hasn’t actually heard of me.” he chuckled. 

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jacobiisms:

     Edwin stared blankly at Cedric for a good few moments before finally snapping back to reality from his mini panic attack. It’d been a few years since he’d last seen Cedric and even then, it was only passing as the man came through his estate to grab some things before running off again. 

     “No, that’s not – I need to go, excuse me.” 

     He hurried around the smaller man to escape him.

Cedric gripped his shirt once he was within grasp and refused to let him go. “Wait a bloody second, what are you doing here?” 

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marcy-kane:

Whatever the dream had been, Marcy tried to let it slide. She had enough on her plate to worry about, without adding in a fantasy that some meta cooked up just for the heck of it. But try as she might, she couldn’t shake it off; it had been too real, and, more importantly, too close to reality. Marcy didn’t consider herself a violent person (outside the ring), but the dream had revealed everything that she could have been if she just applied herself. And really, that was the scariest part of all.

As far as she knew, there was only one way to get rid of a dream like that; a drink. Marcy picked a bar- the first one she could find- and slid into a seat at the counter. Turning to the man next to her, Marcy began her usual routine when he cut her short. “Alright then. I’ll buy you a drink if you buy me one.”

Cedric only snorted lightly. He supposed he could do that. Part of him was hoping someone tall, dark, and handsome would sweep him off of his feet--but that was just something straight out of his own novels. Clearing his throat, he waved down the bartender. “Give the lady whatever she pleases.” he asked before giving her his full attention, extending a hand out towards her. “Cedric Atwood, and yes, the novelist.” 

Maybe he was a bit too full of himself in that introduction, but he was too intoxicated to really care. 

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     Edwin hadn’t been in Pansaw very long. He was still learning his way around – still trying to find a place he fit in. It certainly wasn’t in Elnora and definitely not around the base. No, no. The place for him right now, as sad as it sounded, was standing outside the small cafe he’d found. Sipping on a cup of coffee and trying not to bring any attention to himself.

     Things rarely worked out for him, though. 

     As he turned to make his way… somewhere. Maybe home. He ran straight into someone. Luckily, his coffee had gone cold. That didn’t make it any less of a mess, just saved his poor victim from the heat. Literally.

     “Ah – I – My apologies. If it means anything, I know a great way to get coffee stains out.”

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Cedric only stepped in because it wasn’t too far from the signing he was working on. He had a killer hangover and thought maybe a couple cups of coffee would help. Maybe he was in too much of a rush, but that didn’t make him any less frustrated when coffee was spilled all over his bloody shirt. 

“Fuck! I’m supposed to be somewhere.” he hissed and went to glare at the man who did this, only to do a double-take.”Edwin...?”