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@wynterlanding. ( & windsor. )

Windsor doesn't look up when he finally arrives, clothed fingertips dawning her new blue silk gloves, skim along the pages of the laminated menu. She offers up a half-assed smile, brows perking as she continues to read, but witnesses the shadow of his figure in front of her. "And here I thought you were a professional." Windy beams, finally addressing him with her opulent gaze, her eyes appearing more jade than they actually are. She's...amused. "You're late." She could scold him if she truly wanted to - after all, she's usually a stickler for people who waste her time by being tardy. But, today he's caught her in a good mood.

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@veritasetamor. kyle ( & windsor. ) ( from here. )

She takes his phrase into consideration -- but not without pursing her lips and appearing quite uncomfortable. Maybe she takes her job a little too seriously, but, the business keeps her demons at bay. The harder she works, the further away her specific ...ailments. Her eyes dart to study him a moment or two -- that god-awful-beautiful...shit-eating grin just makes her skin crawl all the while makes her want to feel things she shouldn't. "Yeah...I don't think so." she bickers, before returning to fixing the malfunctioning bulb on the circuit.

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@bigidiotenergy​​.  ( windsor & ) rhis.

     “Oh -- hey. You’re alive.” her tone is somewhat condescending. She’s no longer surprised when he takes off and then comes back like a sick puppy. “Good to know.” there she goes onward at the bar, pouring someone else a drink. Is she refusing to serve him? More than likely.

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@redemptioninterlude​​.  ( windy & )  ???

     “No -- “ she fakes a half-smile and sighs, before adjusting her glasses. “No that’s not how it works.” Windsor addresses, glancing down at her hands covered in a pair of classy half-leather gloves. “I can’t just...I’m not psychic -- at least that’s not what I call it. Sometimes I just know things but it mostly occurs when there’s skin to skin contact or I touch something directly... sometimes I see things that I don’t want to see.” she finishes with a shrug, and a sip of water. “Any other questions?” 

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@deeplyflxwed​​.  ( windy & ) nate. 

   The motel had been full of buzz -- Summer, of course. The bar is full of adventurers from around the world, those who seek a new experience -- she’s met Australians, Brits, plenty of people from Europe and surrounding countries, all whom venture to the seemingly quaint waterside of Portland, Oregon. It’s always been odd to her, of all the places they could venture to, they choose Bridgetown, USA.       However extended the crowd, Windsor could see a striking figure across the way, bright eyes settling across the way as he makes his way to the front. Jakob goes straight to work, explaining the rules of vacancy, takes payment and hands over the key to the new stranger. Seemingly captivated, Windsor strides over and places a guitar pick from her gloved hand, beside Jakob’s fist. “It’s almost time for mic check.” Windy explains. Jakob nods, gives a gentle thank you and makes his exit, leaving Winsdor to more or less survey and examine the newcomer. 

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@musichealed​​. ( windsor & ) matt.

     Windsor had been alerted to a bunch of random bits of noise coming from the stage, after they’d already conducted the sound check. Rather than her boss double check on things, of course she’d put it upon herself to see what all the commotion was about. She awaited a long while, whilst Matt went about his random act. He was almost adorable. If it didn’t annoy her that he’d messed with the settings after she’d so diligently gotten them to her perfect specifications. She glances over at one of the monitors and tilts her head playfully, before with a gentle whisk of her heeled boot, she uncoils and unplugs one of the speakers, nullifying the system with an annoying buzz that was sure to catch his attention. “What -- you think this is some kind of playground?” she scolds like a mother. 

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@infernalrampage​​. ( windy & ) bev.

         “No no no-- stop it! Stop! Don’t you pretend for a single second that you have any inking to what it’s like in my head! You have no idea -- the---the things that I’ve seen and can’t unsee -- you have NO idea! It--it --it goes beyond me! I know and I see things that aren’t mine... and I don’t -- know how to make it stop, I don’t know how to help!” 

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@vihilum​.  ( windy & ) mackenzie.

     As much as Windy wanted to remember how she’d gotten there -- she didn’t. This is a byproduct of what happens when she forgets to wear her damn gloves, her senses become overwhelming, memories that aren’t hers become all she can see and feel... there’s history here... an evil. Bright blue irises with flecks of gold settle upon the wall in front of her, partly teary. Extended fingertips slip from the rough surface and land at her side. She takes a step backward, and another...then another, before she gasps shrilly, bumping into something - or -- someone, rather.            “What the fuck--!” she starts, quick to sharply jerk away, prepared for anything at this point, even to attack if need be.