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Whereabouts Unknown || Vinny & J.J.

Jason sighed with Vinny’s whispers against his ear. “Did you just compare me to a Rihanna song?” he breathed, pinching him playfully. “S&M came out almost five years ago. Shame on you.”

Vinny’s hands worked his body and he let out another involuntary moan, his body drawing closer to Vinny’s touch in the darkness. “This was a more spontaneous decision,” he purred, his teeth ranging Vinny’s jaw. “Surely I would never lure an innocent out here… on purpose." He tugged at Vinny’s ass and kissed his ear, inhaling deeply. The scent of sage and cigarette smoke filled his nostrils.

The moment dissolved as Vinny turned. Jason pulled him closer, if that was possible, and shook his head.

"I saw it earlier," he said, in a low voice," as the dog-like creature stood, still motionless in the garden. "It was in the azaleas. I thought it was a coyote, but…" Up close, it was bigger. Thinner. Darker. It had an odd, glassy look to its body; the moonlight clipped its fur and sank through the other side in a wide ray. Jason looked away as thoughts of what it might be flickered through his head.

As he did so, he spotted a gated rose garden not far off. The coyote still had not moved, and did not seem to care to. “There,” he whispered. “We can get behind the fence and shake it.”

He took a step, clutching Vinny’s hands tightly, and then the coyote moved too. A single step, and an unearthly, warped whine.

Vinny blushed scarlet. “Well,” he grinned, an embarrassed lilt in his tone, “if Rihanna doesn’t turn you on, we might have a problem here,” he teased in return. “Shame on you.”

'This was a more spontaneous decision. Surely I would never lure an innocent out here… on purpose.’ The purrs sounding from his date’s throat were as sweet as his moans; rewards, Vinny thought, for his handiwork. He grinned, mouth continuing it’s work and hands refusing to rest. “Unintentional luring. Accidental seducing. Whatever you want to call it, you’re very, very good at it.”

Stiff as his posture was at the break of their moment, he allowed for J.J. to pull him closer. “But, what?” Vinny asked, glancing from his date to the mysterious creature. He too had pinned it for a coyote, but looking at it now, he wasn’t entirely sure. The aura it emitted was nothing short of haunting; sending excited, terrified jitters through his nerves. It certainly wasn’t anything normal. It definitely isn’t anything living, he thought.

J.J.’s voice broke through his speculations, eyes darting to the fence and rose garden beyond. Could they make it in time? Did he want to make it in time? If this creature was anything of the beyond, getting him to leave it behind without inspection would be near impossible.

As J.J. took a step, the animal followed. Vinny froze. His heart lunged forward in his chest, hammering against his ribs. “Go,” he nudged, as the creature took a second step. The sound of it’s whine sent chills down Vinny’s spine. “Go,” he repeated, shoving J.J. forward. “Get to the gates, go. Hold it open for me. You’re faster, you’ll make it there before I do.” He swallowed, eyes glued to the feral, unearthly animal. Was this finally his moment?

Last Chance Blueprint || Vinny & Tennessee

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Fixing his one-handed grip on the strap of his bag, Tennessee grasped the outstretched, a faint, genuine grin plastered across his lips at the director’s boundless enthusiasm. He let his eyes follow the cigarette dropping from Vinny’s mouth to the sidewalk, silently relieved, then shook his head in dismissal. “S’fine.” Honestly, he was just surprised that the other man had bothered to utter a sincere-sounding apology. ”I know too well,” he quipped, his shoulders relaxing a little. While he stuck to caffeine, cigarettes seemed to be a popular choice of stress relief method among his peers. Even though it was prohibited inside buildings, lots of kids still smoked on campus and in dorms. He did his best to avoid smokers but it wasn’t so easy. Especially in parties. Not that he went to a lot of them to start with, though.

He blinked. Although he knew the man was new to the town, he’d somehow expected Vinny to lead the way. “Uhm,” he began, his brow creasing slightly in bemused concentration, not at all used to having his inputs be considered. He was infinitely more comfortable with working by himself where there was no one else judging his opinions. Vinny’s laid-back, encouraging attitude had not gone unnoticed by him, but it didn’t make the young artist any less anxious. Tenn went over several locations in his head. An old railroad tunnel, unused buildings, the waterfront, lesser-known rugged streets in Old Town—where to go, indeed.

His eyes flickered upwards to the reddening sky; the sun was gradually beginning to set. It was a bit late for them to go down to the railroad tunnel. “How ‘bout the waterfront?” he suggested, albeit tentatively. If they headed there now, they’d be able to catch the sunset spanning across the Potomac. There probably were street musicians performing as well. Also, turning a sharp left on a tucked away corner had once led him to a narrow alleyway with a wall covered with graffiti (and the occasional stray cat), he remembered.

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'S’fine. I know too well.' Vinny’s brows lifted in surprise. Had he gauged his new friend incorrectly? Typically, he read people fairly well; body language, auras, tones. Tennessee hadn’t struck him as the smoking type, though he’d been known to be wrong before. “Oh, yeah? You smoke, too, then; or is it that you just know about stress?” he asked, head cocked to the side. There was very little he knew about Tennessee, and he hoped the time they spent together might change that.

Bonds were important to create in his field of work; especially in a working relationship between collaborators. Though ‘Highbrow' belonged to Vinny as the creator and director, Tennessee was no less of head honcho than he was on the project. Vinny valued and looked forward to hearing his photographer's input and ideas; two heads, he always said, were far better than one.

His fingers drummed excited against the pockets of his jeans whilst he waited for Tennessee, smile bright at his mouth. When he finally spoke, a suggestion of the waterfront, Vinny nodded immediately. “Yeah! That’d be a cool place to start,” he agreed, lightly nudging his friend’s elbow. “You lead the way, man. It really is a shame I’ve been here this long and still don’t know my way around. With ‘Unplugged' and everyone else's schedules, I haven't had the time to go exploring.”

With a soft grunt, Vinny lifted the heavy camera in his arms; operating the settings with ease to power up and begin recording. He held the equipment at chest level, screen conveniently aligning with his gaze. Exterior time-lapses were a favorite feature of his to film. “What’ve you been up to today, eh?” he asked with a grin, his attention split between his screen and the other boy at his side as they moved.

Whereabouts Unknown || Vinny & J.J.

"It couldn’t hurt to try," Jason said, running his fingers over the bite marks on Vinny’s neck and giggling into his ear. "They certainly seem attracted to you."

”Well,” he breathed in a soft laugh, “you know me. I’ll give anything a shot once.” The feel of J.J.’s fingertips brushing the marks left behind on his neck caused a shiver to rack his spine; pulling a sharper edge to the grin at his lips. The once anxious J.J. who had surfaced down within the depths of the house had completely disappeared, making room for the devilish and playful J.J. before him.

Teeth met his throat a second time, ripping a blissful hiss from him. He craned his neck immediately, offering a wider slate of access. 'You make me sound like such a troublemaker.' Vinny keened a breathy moan; harsh bites surfacing a secret fantasy he had only ever entertained in private. “Oh, you’re bad,” he teased, “but you’re perfectly good at it.”

"It’s always the quiet ones you need to watch out for," he spoke, tone low, against J.J.’s ear. "Luring me alone out here… dragging me in for a kiss.. you sure this wasn’t your plan all along?" he asked, nibbling his skin. The hand at his date’s jeans tightened once more, palm rubbing the crotch of his jeans in slow circles. His other found it’s way beneath the hem of J.J.’s shirt, inching up his back feather light; nails grazing his dark skin.

The other man’s purrs spurred him forward. Large, strong hands found their way to his ass; pulling a second moan from his pleasantly abused throat. J.J. drew him from his place at his ear to rejoin their mouths, tongues meeting in a deepened kiss.

Through heavy breaths and distracted thoughts, Vinny hardly heard the sound at his back; alerted only by the lull in their lips. “What’s wrong?” he asked, a curious brow raised before tossing a look over his shoulder. He froze. A large animal with the look and shape of a coyote stood oddly still on all fours a short distance from their tree; watching them. An off sensation hit him in the gut. Vinny swallowed.

"That doesn’t look right, does it?"

Whereabouts Unknown || Vinny & J.J.

"I remember that one," Jason replied, "though I only remember the Disney version; not to ruin your vision, if saying Marley was Goofy does." He’d spent his childhood echoing Disney movies and PBS programs to practice his English. Mickey’s Christmas Carol had been a seasonal favorite. “You’ve thought so much about this, I think I’d be distraught at this point if you didn’t meet a real ghost before we left.”

'Maybe I'm a secret medium?' Jason laughed as he tickled Vinny's shoulder. “That, I'd love to see. You certainly know enough about them. I'm sure if they need a human for anything, you're at the top of the list.”

Words ended where kisses began, and he smirked as he felt Vinny’s fingers laced around his belt loops. Really now? He tugged loosely at his hair while his tongue teased for space in Vinny’s mouth, rolling around his teeth, before he pulled back and settled up against the trunk of the tree.

Jason’s hands slid around Vinny’s neck, pulling his date with him. “I don’t see any strangers here,” he whispered, leaving a trail of biting kisses from his cheek to his neck as he drew Vinny against his chest. “Maybe a little danger. A little seduction.” He tugged away Vinny’s shirt collar and left a teething bite on his collarbone before returning to his mouth and leaving a deep kiss there. “Is that so bad?”

Making out in a potentially haunted garden under the moon was very new to Jason, but nothing he was particularly opposed to. Vinny was a lot of new; a lot of interesting.

He’d told Vinny to lead the way through the garden, but a hushed, “Touch me,” could not deny his tongue.

Vinny laughed. “The Disney version is just as good, though, ah, not as close to the book,” he rambled with a nod. He hated to be that obnoxious hipster; though his feelings on the topic were strong. ‘You’ve thought so much about this, I think I’d be distraught at this point if you didn’t meet a real ghost before we left.’ Me, too, he thought. “I have a good feeling that we might. I try my best to be an optimist.”

His smile grew wider. “You think so?” he asked, eyes alight at the compliment. “Maybe I should try calling out to them, see if any spirits are nearby who need my assistance,” he laughed quietly. Amused as he was, though, a cord of seriousness struck within him. “You never know with the undead, these days.”

Hands in his hair tugged a light moan from his throat. He swallowed, catching his breath in their brief parting as J.J. moved from tree branch to tree trunk; a coy smile playing heavily at his lips. Large hands found their way to his neck and he allowed himself to be drawn forward; his own hands settling flush against his date’s stomach. Teeth and lips met his neck as their chests collided, causing a weakness to settle in his knees; breath leaving him in short groans.

"Maybe a little danger," he echoed, digging his nails into the skin beneath J.J.’s navel, "maybe a lot of seduction." He shifted to move his knee between his date’s thighs. "And it’s only as bad as you want it to be," he whispered, hot panting brushing against his ear.

'Touch me.'

Those words again. His grin grew sharper as he pressed himself closer, hand traveling feather light from his date’s navel to the crotch of his jeans; offering a teasing squeeze. His lips nibbled their way from J.J.’s lips back to his ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth.

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Whereabouts Unknown || Vinny & J.J.

‘Me, scared? Please. This is the stuff my dreams are made of.' Vinny kissed him again, and Jason shut his eyes, savoring it. This time he did not turn away or turn off, but leaned into Vinny and laid a soft kiss on his cheek. “Your dreams are awfully unusual,” he whispered, his breath curling around Vinny's ear before it dissipated into the air and vanished into the darkness. “I'd love to hear more about them.”

‘Let’s see what they have beyond the trees. Or in them. You never know what’s lurking out there in the dark.' Jason smirked. “You never know,” he whispered, sliding a finger light as a whisper up the base of Vinny's back. “Haunts galore.”

They wandered beneath the crawling ivy, and Jason tested an oak branch before he leapt up and grabbed it, swinging lazily before doing a few pull-ups. “What would dead souls warn us about?” he asked, hanging on the tree one-handed. “How would we even know to understand?” He paused and looked over to the azalea garden,where the wind was whimpering and whining as it shook the bushes, pleading, almost, for their attention. “What do you suppose these ones are saying?”

Before Vinny could walk any further, he caught him with his feet and dragged him closer, kissing him while he hung from the tree, running his free hand through his hair. “It doesn’t seem so dangerous out here,” he whispered. So much for slow.

Lurking several yards away, something was pacing in the bushes. Jason caught its eye and then ignored it. A raccoon, maybe, or a coyote. This was Virginia. Who cared?

The feel of J.J.'s lips on his cheek caused a shiver to run down his spine. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth; slightly ajar as warm breath created a tingle along his ear and neck. "You have no idea," he chuckled breathily, raising his chin. "I think the haunted garden reveal is enough for one night." As accepting as his date appeared to be, there were certain thoughts Vinny daren't share with anyone.

J.J.'s finger ghosted along his back as they ventured deeper into the trees; he swallowed, hard, to keep from breaking into a full on smile. It was easy to distract him while his thoughts were scattered, and as excited as he was to explore the desolate garden, exploring his date was too close to the forefront of his thoughts. Adventure and romance battled for the dominant area of attention as he cast glances around the age-worn grounds.

Behind him, J.J. had taken to showing off. He turned himself to stand beneath a canopy of dead leaves, watching attentively. "A lot of things. Dead souls warned Ebenezer Scrooge about his coming death. They, ah, tell people when danger is near to save them from the same fate they suffered; tell people their stories just to tell them, get their last deeds done to cross over to the other side. They have as much to say as most people alive," he shrugged, a laugh escaping him. His head cocked to the side. "Who knows? Maybe they play charades? Maybe I'm a secret medium?"

J.J.'s feet caught him in a loose grip as he hung from the tree, and Vinny allowed himself to be pulled forward. He reached to stand on pointed toes as he met with their kiss, tongue curling over J.J.'s teeth. His hands settled at the other man's hips, fingers toying with his belt loops. The hand in his hair pulled a clouded moan from him. "I think they're saying," he finally answered, punctuating words between kisses, "that there's a strange man in these parts trying to seduce me. And it could very well be dangerous."

Whereabouts Unknown || Vinny & J.J.

"You ought to be," Jason replied with a grin. He crept through the dark, shaking his head at the memory. "I thought I wasn’t too busy to act when I was a little younger than this, and I was stupid for trying. That is all I will say."

'I've always imagined, ah, ghosts looking different than dark shadows. I suppose that's how I attracted you, then, eh?' Jason rolled his eyes, though whether or not Vinny could see it in the pitch blackness was another mystery to be solved. “Well, now; birds of a feather flock together, boo. That’s how it goes, isn’t it?”

Vinny’s footsteps were muted alongside him as they walked; only his hand and the sound of his voice told Jason he was still present. ‘Winchester Mystery House? Yeah, I’ve visited a few times. I like the story more than the building itself. Any place with a giftshop is never too scary.' “Agreed,” Jason said, scuffing his foot on the ground. “It's a really good story, though. There’s nothing like it in the Philippines. So you have that.”

As the bulkhead door burst open and the sprawling gardens presented themselves to them, Jason couldn’t help but feel a little smug. It was he who had led them through the dark and into this new, mysterious part of the house. Large oak trees crawling with hanging vines were surrounded by overgrown wildflowers, and a poorly tended azalea garden sat, dead and shivering in the cold. Frost layered every inch of the stiff brown branches, while a reckless wind moaned miserable Ooos and Aaas between their wilted leaves.

As Jason crawled up out of the depths and into the garden, a crow made a hideous noise and burst forth from one of the oak trees, surging into the night and disappearing behind the house. He tucked his hands in his back pockets and grinned. “This looks like fun. You lead the way this time. Or are you scared?”

'Well, now; birds of a feather flock together, boo. That’s how it goes, isn’t it?' Vinny’s grin continued to grow; eyes catching the light. Boo, their amusing nickname, felt completely fitting in this moment. “That’s how it usually goes. That’s how it went here,” he winked, raking his gaze down his date before shifting his excited eyes elsewhere. J.J. had led them through the basement and into the night air; for that, he was incredibly grateful.

Breath left his lungs in enthralled gasps, leaving his mouth in fogged clouds. The sprawling garden looked to be something out of an old horror film; eerily quiet, oddly gorgeous, and though not well kept, bizarrely preserved. Large Oak trees spiraled above and around them; branches in the forms of gnarled witch fingers. Vinny’s heart pounded with delight. “Are you seeing this?” he questioned once more, voice rushed and eager.

A crow’s sudden call from above sent him reeling; body stiff and eyes wide, watching as the creature took flight. It was almost too good to be true. ‘This looks like fun. You lead the way this time. Or are you scared?’ A moment passed while he settled down, calming his energy. Get a hold of yourself, he demanded inwardly. “Me, scared? Please. This is the stuff my dreams are made of,” he breathed, low and slow as he closed in; pressing himself lightly against J.J. He left a second kiss at his shoulder, a smirk heavy on his lips; adrenaline pounding through his veins.

He stepped backwards and beckoned J.J. to follow him, attention returning to their surroundings. “Let’s see what they have beyond the trees. Or in them. You never know what’s lurking out there in the dark,” he teased, gesturing with his chin to follow between the low hanging branches. Gentle wind howled through the trees and rustled the shrubbery lightly, his eyes on alert for any possible other-worldy movement.

"Do you hear that?" he asked, amusement coloring his tone. "You know, I’ve heard a myth about the wind. Especially in places like these; you know, older buildings. They say it’s the voice of dead souls warning the living."

Last Chance Blueprint || Vinny & Tennessee

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Ditching his trusted red bike for a pair of warm boots, Tennessee headed out the door. The sun was out and there was no wind, but the temperature was low enough to make his breath come out in tiny clouds of fog. Overall, a nice enough day to shoot some photos. His Nikon hung around his neck, a bag full of camera equipment slung over his shoulder. He had to admit, he might have been a tiny bit overprepared—but in his defense, the young artist was nervous. He didn’t know what to expect. This was the first time he was working on anything professional. If he fucked up, he would be fucking up big time.

The upside was that he was fortunate enough to have a pretty chill director. Vinny was everything Tennessee wasn’t (and wanted to be, maybe)—charming, relaxed, friendly, attractive, and just… cool. He was the problem here (he was the problem everywhere). He was the one who was too awkward, too closed off, too insecure. It wasn’t like he was this way because he wanted to be, though. He wanted to feel comfortable around men older or taller than him. He didn’t want to flinch every time someone raised a hand in front of him. He just wanted to be normal.

The blond shook his head lightly as if to physically get rid of such thoughts. Vinny liked his work. He could do this. Dunkin’ Donuts was coming near; he could spot a familiar male figure standing in front of the shop. Jogging towards the director, his nose wrinkled in displeasure upon realizing that the white cloud coming out of the guy’s mouth was actually cigarette smoke. The smell entered his nostrils; images of yellowed walls, burn holes in the couch, and shattered ashtrays flashed in his mind. Don’t make a fuss, he chastised himself, but couldn’t stop his lips from pursing.

"Hi," he greeted bluntly, not sure of what to say next. "Sorry if I kept ya waitin’." There was an awkward clear of throat and some shuffling of feet. Was he supposed to lead the way?

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'Hi. Sorry if I kept ya waitin’.' Thank God, Vinny thought, smile stretching at the corners of his lips. His partner in crime for the day had finally appeared; Tennessee in his endearing ambience swimming into view through the smoke. “Hey, man,” he greeted excitedly, offering his hand to shake. “It’s good to see you again. Naw, I haven’t been here more than, what, ten minutes? You’re just fine. If I hadn’t had my luck with the traffic report this morning, I would have been here just about now, too.”

He dropped the cigarette from between his teeth to the icy cement below, grounding the butt into the sidewalk with his heel. Though a terribly nice stress reliever, he worked best without the distraction of smoke; and he counted it polite to keep smoke away from those whom he had no knowledge of partaking in the habit. “I’m sorry about that,” he apologized, waving the left over cloud away from their faces. “It kicks the stress in the teeth a bit. You’re a college student, you know how that goes,” he laughed.

With a deep breath, he inhaled the cold air of their fresh task; exhaling the burden of his previous phone call. Tennessee and the task of ‘Highbrow’ needed his full attention and complete focus. Every other burden could wait awhile. The photographer’s arrival served a wonderful purpose for distraction and aid; he couldn’t have been more excited to begin their adventure had he tried.

"I’m ready to take off when you are," he nodded, gesturing to the heavy, large camera hung around his shoulders. "We can start off simple this first go around. I wanted to cover most of the exterior shots and photographs today; around this area, downtown. Where do you think the best place to start around this time is?" he asked with a smile, eyes darting around the fog hazed street.

Whereabouts Unknown || Vinny & J.J.

Jason laughed. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “I can’t act; at all. Trust me.” He was shaking his head and chuckling, but a haunting memory of a TV guest spot was creeping up on him. He brushed it off. “My mom’s insanely artistic, though. Seeing set designs would be a dream for her. Neither of us have been back home in years.”

Vinny’s mood warped considerably at the idea of exploring the gardens, an area completely unobserved by security to Jason’s knowledge. He smirked as he paused to study the map one more time, before stuffing it in his pocket. “I think I can get us there. Do you trust me?”

‘I remember, I think, as kid, seeing someone in mom’s room who wasn’t there when I did a double take. I’d like to believe it was a ghost, but it could have been a shadow.' Jason listened in patient silence as he led Vinny along the passage, shoulders taut. “It could have been. You seem to attract only the very unique. I wouldn't be surprised if a specter had stopped by for a visit.” The passage curved suddenly, given over to blackness. Jason pulled out his own phone and lit it up. “Jesus, it's dark down here.”

‘America doesn’t have too many, if any, interesting stories; not like other cultures with far richer tales.' Jason followed the passage with careful steps. “I don't think that's so true. I like John Henry, but he's not scary. I like the Winchester Mystery House, too. Have you ever been there?”

As their steps echoed along the cold stone floor, they rang out against a hollow alcove. There. Jason nudged Vinny and took his hand. “Yo. The way out is just up there. It’s a bulkhead door.”

The stairs were not made of the same rotted, creaking wood as they’d come down on, but cold, slippery stone, He squeezed Vinny’s hand as he felt his way up in the dark, shoes sliding and skating on the ice. Eventually, his head knocked something hard, and heavy. Jason reached up and shoved. The bulkhead door opened, and fresh, cold air and moonlight lit the night. The parking lot was a speck in the distance.

"You’ve said that before, but I’m not convinced," Vinny laughed. His date had declined an audition offer for ‘Unplugged’ during their first conversation due to the same reason; though as good-looking as he was, Vinny couldn’t imagine that being entirely true. While true that beauty and talent were not of the same feather, he had a hunch J.J. was only being humble. "Oh, yeah? Why not? Too busy with baseball, or is it something else?" he asked, glancing to his side.

'I think I can get us there. Do you trust me?' A grin stretched the edge of his mouth upwards. “I do trust you,” he answered with a breathy laugh. “To get us out of here, though? I don’t know,” he drawled, “I think I might have more faith in the map,” he teased.

He shrugged, shoulders rubbing against the other man’s. “It could have been. I like to think so. I really like to think so. But I’ve always imagined, ah, ghosts looking different than dark shadows.” In the dark, his cheeks flushed red. “I suppose thats how I attracted you, then, eh?”

His feet fell light upon the ground as they walked, attempting to creep along as stealthily as he could. His eyes bounced from wall to wall; squinting in the light of J.J.’s phone joining his own to brighten their advancement. With the map no longer in his grasp and his date leading the way, all he could do was follow along. “Winchester Mystery House? Yeah, I’ve visited a few times. I like the story more than the building itself. Any place with a giftshop is never too scary,” he sighed.

'Yo. The way out is just up there. It’s a bulkhead door.'

Vinny’s head snapped upwards, pulse pounding. He took J.J.’s hand in his own and squeezed tightly, examining the alcove up above with rapidly growing excitement. As he trailed the cold steps, he kept a careful balance; catching and steadying his date when every slip and slide upon the iced stone. A crashing sound alerted him to their destination; the bulkhead just overhead.

J.J.’s free hand thrust the door open. Moonlight spilled over them, freezing air wrapping around their bodies. “Come on,” he whispered enthusiastically, nudging his date upwards as he crawled from the door to the suface; pulling himself out of the underground and onto the garden floor. “Isn’t this gorgeous? Are you seeing this?”

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ENFP: the Advocate

ENFPs are introspective, values-oriented, inspiring, social and extremely expressive. They actively send their thoughts and ideas out into the world as a way to bring attention to what they feel to be important, which often has to do with ethics and current events. ENFPs are natural advocates, attracting people to themselves and their cause with excellent people skills, warmth, energy and positivity. ENFPs are described as creative, resourceful, assertive, spontaneous, life-loving, charismatic, passionate and experimental.

STRENGTHS

Good communication skills.

Very perceptive about people’s thoughts and motives.

Motivational, inspirational; bring out the best in others.

Warmly affectionate and affirming.

Fun to be with - lively sense of humour, dramatic, energetic, optimistic.

Strive for “win-win” situations.

Driven to meet other’s needs.

Usually loyal and dedicated.

WEAKNESSES

Tendency to be smothering.

Their enthusiasm may lead them to be unrealistic.

Uninterested in dealing with “mundane” matters such as cleaning, paying bills, etc.

Hold onto bad relationships long after they’ve turned bad.

Extreme dislike of conflict and criticism.

Don’t pay attention to their own needs.

Constant quest for the perfect relationship may make them change relationships frequently.

May become bored easily.

Have difficulty scolding or punishing others.

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Last Chance Blueprint || Vinny & Tennessee

"January sixth," Vinny sighed, cell phone pressed tightly to his ear. "We were pushed back a week due to the holidays and a scheduling conflict with one of our leads. Andrew, yeah. Alright, well - I can’t do anything about that today, I’m meeting with a photographer for ‘Highbrow’ in a few minutes." In his ear, an unhappy executive producer drawled about timing and the importance of productivity. "Listen, I’ll give you a call later. January sixth is the best we could do. Alright."

Vinny ended the call with a huff. It wasn’t often that projects lifted off the ground without at least some hitch, and thankfully, a scheduling push back had been the only conflict. It could have been far worse; and for that, he was grateful. A problem for another day, however; today, his focus, attention, and energy were all channelled towards his side project. Stress had to be forgotten.

He stood just outside of the Dunkin’ Donuts front doors, the same building he had met with Tennessee prior. He slipped his cell phone back into his pocket, avoiding the large strap slung over his shoulder. A C500 Canon camera, incredibly large, heavy, and fortunately handheld, hung at his chest like a beacon. No doubt wandering the city would draw attention with such a piece of equipment, though he hoped it wouldn’t put a dent in their schedule.

Vinny fished a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit the tip as he mentally ran over the day’s schedule. Tennessee Archer, his new friend and colleague, would soon arrive to show him around town; juggling both a tour alongside the start of their working together. Two birds with one stone, he thought, was a better way to manage time. His fingers twitched over his camera, eyes looking out for his skittish blond Texan.

Whereabouts Unknown || Vinny & J.J.

‘Can you imagine a film about an Aswang?' A slip of a smile slid over Jason's face. Vinny lived behind a lens. It was sweet. 'Shot in the Philippines, cast in the Philippines. What a dream.' His heart skipped a beat. Filipino actors. For a moment, Jason's imagination drifted to Vinny's legend prowling between the jackfruit trees, on an American budget.

"It’d be amazing," he said, with a broad grin. "I’d die to see something like that." And he truly would.

Vinny swiped the map from his hand. Jason would have laughed, had he not been so spooked. Vinny’s enthusiasm was palpable. Watching his excitement diminish was equally as disappointing, though. Deciding it was not, in fact, a being from the beyond, Vinny sank and stepped back. “I’m sorry, Vin,” he said, in what he hoped was a soothing voice. “The map isn’t useless though. If we can pick out where we are below it, we can track our way beneath the house.” He pointed to a small spot on the map. “That doesn’t mean we’ll know what we’re going to find, but that’s the point of exploring, isn’t it?”

Regardless, he observed the corner where he was sure they were and tracked the labels with his eyes. Vinny was clearly disappointed. “Apart from finding a second kitchen, the larder might have a staircase out to the gardens.”

He led Vinny along the passage. Hollow winds followed them, whispering indecipherable things and pulling at Jason’t clothes. The scratching noise had started up again,following them ceaselessly while they walked. Jason kept his eyes on Vinny while they walked, lest he lose his nerve.

"So," he said, humming while he talked. "Have you ever seen a ghost? I mean, I have my legends, but what about you?”

"Well, don’t die on me; I want you alive to see it. Or be in it, you know, whichever; maybe both," he grinned, his mind already reeling. He made a mental note to do more personal research on the Aswang when he had the time, absolutely excited about the idea. Foreign stories and films belonged in their homelands, and he would never dream to shoot or cast a film of such a caliber in any other place.

Vinny’s shoulders sagged considerably. An otherworldly encounter had been his main focus of the evening aside from getting to better know his date. J.J.’s tone softened the blow a notch, though did not fully alleviate the sadness sitting in the pit of his stomach. “We’re below the closet here, right now,” he sniffed moodily, eyeing J.J.’s pointed spots on the map. “That’s the point of exploring, yeah. Yeah, alright, yeah; let’s keep going.”

Gardens. The thought of a chilling, empty courtyard intrigued him more than a dirty, aged kitchen. His levels of excited burst forward once more; looking to J.J. with light eyes and an earnest smile. “Can we look for that, instead? The garden, I mean. Kitchens are cool and all, but, I mean - imagine how -” Vinny began, before stopping himself. They could see it for themselves, he didn’t need to describe it.

"Ah, not personally, no," he said quickly, mind racing a mile a minute. He turned as they walked to glance around the halls; wind pulling at his clothes, and sounds itching into his eardrums. "I remember, I think, as kid, seeing someone in mom’s room who wasn’t there when I did a double take. I’d like to believe it was a ghost, but it could have been a shadow. America doesn’t have too many, if any, interesting stories; not like other cultures with far richer tales."

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"Mmm, but see if we are talking semantics here, you would have to qualify that type of "risky business" as potentially fatally illegal. If it was simply fatally illegal you would die, or it would end in disaster, every time." He retorted, his smile ever growing. It was rare he found someone who would keep up such a conversation with him, and he had to admit it was refreshing.

"You are correct though, in that statement" he continued, "There are various reasons people do the things they do, and the people’s desires paired with their backgrounds are just as varied." He knew this form first hand experience. Some were just looking for a way to pay rent and have food on the table. Some were looking for power, and some were like him, who started as the former and turned into the latter.

Kieren shook his head with a little laugh, “No, no I definitely meant you didn’t look sketchy.” Kieren’s shoulders rose slightly, “Depends on if you are looking for it or not.”

"I’m fairly certain it’s originally Irish, and while there might be some Irish somewhere up in my family tree, I think my parents named me that just because they liked it." He answered honestly. "So no, I’m not a ginger in hiding." He finished with smile.

"'Potentially Fatally Illegal' could be the notch below 'Fatally Illegal' on this scale," Vinny laughed, glad to have a sharp wit to converse with. "Fatally Illegal is the utmost, extreme side of the spectrum; no matter how you get there, it'll always end in death, exactly like you said," he agreed.

"Varied reasons make the travel to any destination on the scale pretty subjective. But, ah, like life in general, the climb tends to be more important than reaching journeys-end." He couldn't imagine himself participating in any fatally illegal activities; on any scale beginning and ending with one extreme to the next, he supposed he fell somewhere in the middle.

A second laugh left his mouth as he fished into his pocket, pulling out his carton of cigarettes. He plucked one for himself and held the pack out in offering to Kieren. "I don't typically go looking for it myself. It has a habit of finding me, anyway, though. What about you, eh? You go hunting for risky business?" he inquired with a tease.

"Well, whatever the reason, they've got good taste. At least you got stuck with something different. A New York Italian named Vinny, on the other hand? A dime a dozen," he shook his head, flicking the tip of his cigarette with his lighter.

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"Ah but see if it’s fatally illegal, and risky business, you won’t exactly care that it was when it’s over and as long as you go out with a bang…" he answered, his tone clearly teasing, although there was some truth behind his words. To Kieren it would be much worse to be imprisoned than to be dead, and he would die before he was locked up forever.

"You didn’t have the look of a runner." He replied pleasantly before nodding slightly in answer to the other’s question. "Yeah, I do. Sometimes it’s nice because there are few to little surprises, but without those that element of risky business is gone."

"I’m not sure it’s either of our reflexes that are in question, but how sure our feet are. I’ll take snow over this icy sludge any day." Once Kieren’s arms were also cleared from their burdens, he returned the other’s gesture, shaking his hand as he answered, "Kieren. It’s a pleasure to meet you Vinny."

"Maybe not for certain," he grinned. "It’s a pretty circumstantial, subjective scale. People get themselves into fatally illegal, risky business for a lot of reasons. For the power and personal gain, sure, the ‘bang’ could be an alternative end goal if things go South. For a person just looking for the bankroll risky business tends to earn, they just want to pay the rent. Or, sometimes, people fall in between. You never know."

Vinny laughed. “Good to know I don’t look sketchy. Unless you mean I’m getting soft, then I guess I need to be a little friendlier with the gym,” he teased. He listened carefully to his new acquaintance’s answer, making a mental note to write it down once he got home. Any and all opinions were helpful. “How often is it you run into, ah, surprises and risky business in the middle of all of the predictability?”

"Sure feet and fast hands," he nodded. With a step back from the vehicle, his eyes darted between their third party helpee and his fellow helper. As nice as they’d been, his interests lay far more towards the other man. "Damn, wow. Kieren, that’s unique. Sounds Irish. All you’re missing is some crazy red hair, unless that’s a dye job."

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‘I wonder what it means that most of these monsters are always after women and their babies. The Aswang sounds interesting, though. For a creature that’s about three American monsters combined, it acts very fae like.' Three American monsters combined. Jason had to count them up in his head, piecing together a translation of the Aswang. He was fluent in English— he had lived in America most of his life. But there were many cultural things from his childhood that could not or would not translate easily. He hovered on the thought, and gave up. “Do you think so?” he asked, hoping for guidance. Doppelgangers were German. Were fae all-encompassing?

Vinny’s giddiness at the light behind him far outweighed his unease, but the excitement toned him down. Jason swayed as he turned around, watching a lone light bulb identical to the first they’d encountered at the other end of the hall, flickering and whispering with every movement.

'J.J. are you seeing this? Do you thing something's there?' The rosary at his throat told him no, but the dark hallway behind him told him, “I— maybe. Damn.” A rare-to-be-heard obscenity slipped from his tongue. “What would it be? Take it, take the map.”

Vinny reached out to steady him, but Jason took a step back and shook his head as he fought to shake the dizziness. He forced his eyes to un-cross and swallowed. “I’m good,” he said, grinding his foot into the floor and turning back to the bulb. He touched shoulders with Vinny. “I’m— kinda freaked. Is it a light?” He ended the sentence with a laugh, but he daren’t laugh too loud— in case it wasn’t.

"Well, a werewolf, a vampire, a goblin, and a faerie - that would be four, if I’m not mistaken. Which is incredible, really; can you imagine a film about an Aswang? Four in one, the possibilities could be endless," Vinny chattered ceaselessly, ideas already forming in his mind. He’d never shoot a supernatural film himself, though the thought of producing one caught his interest. "Shot in the Philippines, casted in the Philippines. What a dream. Do you have any other stories?"

His heart fluttered. The thought of encountering an actual spirit sent his brain into overdrive; eyes flickering over the light with a careful gaze, searching for any sign of ethereal emission. What was it that they did on Ghost Hunters? “It could be a lost soul,” he laughed quietly, giddy and excited. He snatched the map from J.J.’s hand and brought it to the light of his phone, eyes quickly darting between the paper and their could-be-encounter.

A quick glance at the map doused his hopes. A light, and what looked like a hallway leading to a turn and what appeared to be a janitorial closet. Were they beneath the closet? He couldn’t imagine it being down in their current abysmal hallway; the map only covered what was on the tour, the tour being above ground. “This map is useless down here. And that’s only a light. I don’t think spirits shine,” he sighed, turning back around.

"Where do you think the second kitchen would be located? I don’t think it was on the map. Or if it even would be." Vinny took several steps back, surveying their surroundings under the light of his phone. Was there a door nearby, or a second flight of stairs? Had anyone from the group noticed their disappearance yet? Would this exploration be for naught? His shoulder against J.J.’s gave him a soothing sensation; he hoped that would at least find some fun while here.