her lips press together at the answer, not sure of what to say to that. perhaps the best way to go on about that was to not say anything at all anymore. but that wasn’t like her, and frankly it was kinda hard for her to keep her thoughts to herself. a bit of a foreign concept, if you will. she looks down to her feet, shrugging her shoulders before looking back up at him. “no what?”
“you’re not right,” was all he said in response. he looked out the window then, talking to others was most definitely not his strong suit and it wasn’t like he wanted them to talk to him either.
scarlett hummed softly as she tidied up behind the counter, the diner mostly empty save for a couple of customers finishing off plates in corner booths. this was her every day– working, cleaning, taking orders. god, how she had sworn how she would never take orders from anyone again back in the days of the gang. but here, at least, she could stop taking them once the shift was over. here, at least, she could go home and sit on a couch with a beer without being on constant stand-by for a grisly job she never wanted to do. that work had never ended until she had made her escape, and it had been a good one. she had carved a life out for herself, away from anyone who knew her or who she was– so the sound of a familiar voice made her heart skip a beat and her stomach to drop. the waitress pivoted around, hand instantly moving to her thigh out of instinct, where she kept her handgun discreetly holstered at all times. some things would never leave her, no matter how far she got from atlanta. “reyes.” she breathed his name for the first time in years. eyes met his with an iron glare, which hid the fear behind them. scarlett had become used to wearing layers of masks and existing behind wall after wall. “so you’re the errand boy now, huh? goin’ to play fetch, trying to track me down?” she asked, voice still low as she raised her eyebrow. “you’re not very fast, are you? he can’t be happy with how long it’s taken you. i knew someone’d come. never figured you.” she confessed, eyes narrowing. “’cause i know you, reyes. and i know you’re not fool enough to think i’ll really go back with you.”
his head moved to the side, only just slightly as she spoke. he didn’t want to give her any satisfaction that her words might’ve hit some sort of nerve. they didn’t. “stop with the bullshit. we’re leaving.” sam’s tone gave no room for arguments. even though he knew going into this it wasn’t going to be easy, there was a small hope that there was a chance she’d easily oblige. but no, his job could never be that easy. sam stood up from his seat, being aware of where her hand had fallen to when she realized it was him, but kept his gaze strictly on her. “i’m glad you know how unhappy he’s been, maybe you’ll make this easier and come with me without any problems.” it was true, her father was the least happy that it’s taken him so long to do his job, and with his people being across the country, sam was easily reminded at every chance that it should’ve been done already. “we’ve got to go, now.”
“I’ve been working out with my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify and after a long session with one hit wonders and Metallica…” Gage trailed off, hiding her face in both of her hands for a moment, or two. “‘Pony’ came on and it has been stuck in my head for hours, and I am slowly getting convinced that I might go crazy in any time soon…”
“you’re telling me you don’t listen to ginuwine and metallica together already on a daily basis? i had you pegged as a different person,” he said, his tone emanating seriousness.
After a long day of being stuffed up in a morgue, Ness was happy to get out into the fresh air. With Cheryl the dog pottering along beside her, the old lab was happy enough to take it slow. As was Ness. So she ambled along the side walk, pausing when the dog did and staring into shop windows when she got the time. While peering into one of the shops, Cheryl began to bark, low and halfheartedly. Ness tisked “Stop…you’re about a scary as you look.” Ness then glanced to the person the dog was currently trying to saddle up to for scratches. “Sorry” Ness chuckled “As you can see i’m having a very hard time controlling my very vicious dog.” She nodded to Cheryl, who was wagging her tail so hard her whole body was moving.
hearing a bark, sam looked to see where the noise came from and saw that it was directed towards him. quietly, he waved off the woman’s words and took a step closer with a small smile. “d’you mind if i pet her?” he asked, glancing up at the owner.
“oh wow, you’re quite the jokester, aren’t you?” nina asked, a short laugh coming from her. “but i think you’re right. literally, the tequila te-killed him. and now he’s getting his revenge.” her brow raised in amusement, and she leaned her elbows on the counter facing him. she couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off her face. “no more of whatever the hell this was,” she spoke, picking up his empty glass from the counter. “i think you and i both need a couple tequila shots, huh?” and with that, she made her way to the back counter, pouring four shot glasses full of their best tequila, then gave him two, holding up one of her own. “cheers to to-kill-ya.”
whistling lowly, he shook his head at her. “are you trying to get me drunk?” he asked, looking at the two shot glasses before him. he’d already felt the small buzz from his earlier drinks, and usually he wasn’t someone that likes to get drunk, especially with others, but he picked up the shot glass and held it out for her cheers before drinking it in one gulp. he tried not to, but he coughed, covering his mouth with his arm. “these are free, right?” he asked, his tone serious before he allowed a small smirk.
“you know what’s such a fucking pet peeve?” luna asks, leaning towards the closest person. there was always something she had to say, and there was no way she could stay quiet for long periods of time. “when people ask you to stop bouncing your leg. like, geez man. fuck, i would if i fucking could, you know? and it was probably gonna stop some time soon, but now that you’ve so annoyingly asked me to stop it’s gonna be even harder to fulfill your demand.” it was just another little rant that literally nobody asked for. “like how is that any of their business? and then they just ruin everything, because you’re aware of your bouncing leg and it feels so weird. like when you become aware of your blinking. i mean, am i right?” she finally finishes, taking in a breath and looking at the person as if waiting for them to say something.
sam sat still on the bench he was sitting at, his expression stoic as he listened to the stranger ramble on. never making eye contact with her, soon she did stop, but he felt her eyes bore into him. ignore, ignore, ignore. but she kept looking at him and finally, he glanced over at her in hopes that it would get her to stop. “no,” he answered.
“hey,” connor says in his gruff voice as he steps in front of the first person he sees, blocking their path. he roughly pulls out an image of a caucasian man, who was a key suspect in the detectives current case, from his pocket and shoves it in front of their face. “have you seen this man? he was last seen in this area earlier today.”
sam wouldn’t have stopped at all unless this man hadn’t stepped in front of him. backing off a little bit after the picture was put in his face, sam realized that this guy was some part of the law. and one rule sam always tried not to break, was to get anywhere near someone like this. “no,” he said gruffly, looking down at the ground before sidestepping the man. he was walking away, he dared not to look back.
she had a feeling he’d deny the existence of ghosts – he was certainly that brooding realist type, but then again, so was she. which is why she was completely joking, but she was still gonna play along. “well, you can believe that,” she responded with her brows raised. “but sometimes at night the tequila bottles will get knocked over by themselves – ghost boy probably died after a wild tequila night, but i’m not here to make assumptions.” of course both of these were utter lies, and she couldn’t go along with a joke for the life of her before she started laughing. “fine, fine, it’s not haunted. i’m just trying to make you stay and hang out with me.”
“so, that’s where that ‘to kill ya’ joke came from.” he smiled slightly at his own words, proud of himself. leaning against the counter, sam had his hands folded gently under his head. “if you pour another drink, i’ll consider it,” he responded, feeling himself a little more good-humored. really, she didn’t have to ask. her company was simply something that he enjoyed.
the bar at been slowing down as the end of the night approached, which nina enjoyed; it was always perfect when the night started out busy then winded down towards the end. about ten minutes to close, there was nobody left inside the place but her and one other – sam. though she’d only met him a couple weeks ago, he and her became fast friends, but sometimes she wondered if it was really as platonic as they made it out to be. she’d never mention it, though. “glad you decided to stick around,” she spoke once the last person had left. “this place is sorta creepy when i’m the only one here. let me know if you hear ghost noises, i’m one hundred percent convinced it’s haunted.”
turning around in his chair after seeing that he was definitely the last person in the bar, he looked up at his friend, something that completely shocked him every time he thought of it. must be the alcohol, he kept thinking, or there was just something else. “there’s no such thing as ghosts,” he said to her, rolling his eyes. he took his glass in his hand and finished it. sober or not, he couldn’t be convinced of such things. “but,” he started, “if i gotta be mr. knight in shining armor over fake ghouls, i can easily do that.”
Lungs feeling damn near well collapsing on themselves, Genesis reached out wordlessly and practically snatched the water bottle from Sam’s hand. Not that she was particularly lacking in manners, she hadn’t been sure if she could even answer him then and there. “Shit.” She thrust the water bottle back at him with a heaving breath. “I felt like I was gonna fuckin’ die.”
he grinned as much of a grin that he could muster ( it lacked a lot, he was sure), before taking the bottle back in his grip to take a sip of his own. “you overworkin’ yourself, huh?” he asked, raising a brow in her direction.
it has taken almost two years. two years for sam to track down scarlett to bring her back to her father. every day he had to say he’d come up empty handed was a day that he was not looking forward to. he had been in alder heights, everything had led him to this little town after searching far and wide, for only a couple of weeks longer than he already planned to stay. finally, today was the day that he was bringing her back home. why he decided to wait so long, he couldn’t figure out. sitting outside the restaurant scarlett was working at, he finished up his cigarette as he waited for the right time. he lit another cigarette. “hope you had a good time here,” he murmured to himself, a half-hearted wish towards the girl he’s been chasing down. sam felt a small pang of jealousy and admiration that she’d gotten away for so long. after procrastinating long enough, the last customer had left. he threw the bud to the ground, headed inside and pulled up a seat at the counter. but before anything could be said or done by someone else, he beat it to the punch. “it’s time to say your goodbyes, scarlett,”
Sore hips, knees and ankles were getting the better of her. This was only her sixth mile, she still had four to go and already she was thinking about giving up. This wasn’t new, in fact, she ran ten miles every other day though there were some that were better than others, some where old injuries were almost too much to handle and the morning ended in her limping home, wincing and practically diving into an ice bath. At some point between the seventh mile she stopped in her place, abruptly pulling her earbuds out and leaning over, hands on her knees as she attempted to steady her breath. “Jesus– I think m’ gonna fuckin’ puke.”
he’d been out running for only a little over a half an hour. from the small motel and around the small town. sam passed someone on the other side of the street, hunched over. he had half a mind to run past, to ignore her. And for a couple of seconds, he had. But hearing her words, sam rounded himself on the other side of the street and jogged towards her. “you need some water?” he offered, pulling out the water bottle that was in his pocket.
send me a number 1-60 and i’ll answer the questions with one of my OCs
1: What’s your OCs favorite color?
2: Where does your OC work?
3: What’s your OCs favorite food?
4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic?
5: How old is your OC?
6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers?
7: Is your OC in a relationship?
8: What are some of your OCs strengths?
9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?
10: What is your OCs favorite outfit?
11: What animal does your OC relate to?
12: Is your OC sexually active?
13: What is your OCs earliest memory?
14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind?
15: What makes your OC angry?
16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?
17: How long can your OC hold their breath?
18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear?
19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots?
20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza?
21: Who is your OCs best friend?
22: Has your OC ever killed someone?
23: Whats your OCs biggest secret?
24: What does your OC smell like?
25: What time of year does your OC prefer?
26: Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk)
27: What languages does your OC speak?
28: Does your OC like anime?
29: Can your OC swim?
30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?
31: Does your OC believe in fairies?
32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?
33: Are your OCs parents dead?
34: Is your OC religious?
35: How flexible is your OC?
36: What turns your OC on?
37: What was your OCs first word?
38: Does your OC have any pets?
39: Who is your OCs biggest enemy?
40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?
41: What is your OCs motto about life?
42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?
43: Who is your OCs biggest hero?
44: What color eyes does your OC have?
45: Does your OC like reading?
46: Is your OC loyal?
47: Does your OC tolerate violence?
48: What social class is your OC from?
49: What country was your OC born in?
50: Does your OC cry easily?
51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music?
52: How does your OC feel about insects?
53: What is your OCs sexual orientation?
54: Does your OC smoke?
55: What gender is your OC?
56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear?
57: Would you call your OC adventurous?
58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?
59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC?
60: Does your OC enjoy nature?
giselle paced in front of the coffee shop, her attention occasionally drifting from the conversation on her phone to her surroundings. she’d been talking for what felt like an eternity, anxiously waiting for the conversation to end. she was nearly running late for work now and managed to use that as an excuse to hang up ( not without promising to call back tomorrow ). after offering constant reassurances to the person on the other side, she peeled her phone off her ear and slid it in her back pocket. “i’m a fuckin’ grown ass woman who could probably kick their asses and both of my brothers still treat me like i’m a little kid. i’m both touched and offended.” she brought the coffee cup to her lips, scrunching her nose after taking a sip. “great. now my coffee is cold…” she muttered. “i’m truly a mess this early in the morning. and without caffeine? disastrous. it’s entertaining for the people around me though, i’m sure.”
sitting in one of the outside chairs of the coffee shop, his fingers mindlessly wrapped around his hot coffee, sam was lost in his thoughts. the town seemed to be pretty quiet and he kind of liked it. that quiet broke, unfortunately and ironically as soon as he thought it. looking over at someone who was speaking, not sure if it was towards him or not, he raised a brow in her direction. “pretty close to a crazy person. i hear they start to talk to themselves.” it was his way of joking, though the look on his face most likely showed otherwise. as serious as a heart attack.
——— woah! wait, was that BOB MORLEY i just saw walking down mainstreet? no, of course not. that was just SAMUEL REYES. they’re THIRTY ONE years old and identify as CISMALE. they have been in Alder Heights for TWO WEEKS and is UNEMPLOYED. i’ve heard they can be ALOOF and HARD-HEADED on their bad days. but don’t be put off, because SAM can also be CANDID and ADROIT. no wonder people around here call them the CALIGINOUS.
hellO im back with a new char and dgdfdfsj i cant wait for my Xtra son.
so basically. this boy has been apart of a gang since he was a weeee lad. at first basically, it wasn’t (kinda) his fault like he didn’t have a fam, his momma died in a car accident and so he had to basically live off his own and he took to the streets and theft to live.
one day he got caught stealing from a gang (woops) quite a lot of stuff that would’ve probably helped the kid out for most of his life, honestly.
he was caught !!!
so basically he had to work for the gang until that sum was paid up and he really only got like 1/1101293392th of a pay every time.
finally !! !!! maybe abt late teens/early 20′s it was almost all paid up, he just had to do one more mission and he was excited he was so close to leaving.
this one last mission, he fucked up so bad. he made the wrong decision. lost all the money, got the gang leaders daughter and him in life/death situation (see scarlett)
he’s now in a life debt with the guy (literally dont think he was going to be able to leave anyways, he was far too deep into the gang at this point anyways you kno)
so since he’s been stuck in a gang, doing very criminal acts and such that he very much does not want to be apart of. (FUN.)
the reason he’s here in alder is because he’s been the one to be put in charge of finding scarlett and bringing her back to her dad !!! he doesn’t plan on staying long, obviously. he’s Tired and just wants to get it all over with bc its been a wild goose chase but it brought him here to the town.
some little things abt him !!!
he’s literally all bark no bite more than half the time unless he’s been made orders to do something else. (literally if he can stop someone/get away with not getting someone killed he’ll do it)
he’s a Tired. Grump, hard to get him to talk to. but when he does hes actually rly nice.
main goal in life is to have a Normal Life. probably won’t happen.
something he hasn’t rly ever told ppl of is that hes an artist!! he’s not rly practicing as much as he wants,, but literally if he can ever find the time, he could b caught up in a room for days messing around with paints and stuff and its hard for him to stop until its done. literally hes just like ‘i need more color in this world’ (so lame)
so far thats it !! LOL
possible plots??
literally idk there r some detectives/fbi people here maybe theyre after him or something idk that could b FUN
literal enemies. im sure thats a thing
friends???? or ppl he allows himself to really talk to, but not kno anything about.
flings/one night stands (any gender honestly)
um???? chemISTRY is a big thing too like we can literally just go off that and see how it goes im so bad at plotting LOL
