#* dakota

[rafelix]

Rafe 📲 Kota

Rafe: what an interesting turn of events Rafe: Tell me, Nancy Drew.. Rafe: Thoughts on the latest killer reveal?

[rafelix]

@dakotaxatwood location: wedddiiing xoxo

"Now which idiot came here with you and left you unattended?" He asks with a certain quip to his voice that never means anything but some kind of trouble. Given, he wasn't going to cause a scene at a wedding, that certainly didn't mean he was going to be agreeable. As if he ever was. "Especially looking like that."

[tcintedsvcrets]

@kotacampbell

"It's just dinner, Kota." Dinner and a few more hours that he could keep her around, as if that would somehow keep her from whatever kind of trouble would no doubt follow her. "Holly will be home in an hour, and I'm not trying to blackmail you with that, but... you know she'll be disappointed if she doesn't get to see her favorite aunt." Her only aunt.

[rafelix]

@dakotaxatwood

It didn't take long for Rafe to overhear a few whispers of where Dakota might have been that night. Nor did it take long for him to hook a leg over his bike and head toward Fig beach. Losing her brother was undoubtedly going to turn her world over, and admittedly, he finally held a flame to a second thought about getting her what she'd asked for. As his headlight illuminated the beach, he quickly spotted her silhouette and when he approached, some part of him thought about moving too close to an injured animal. "Kota," he started out slowly, rounding her a little on the wide side, if only so he could see what - or if she held anything within her hands. "It's just me."

[rafelix]

@dakotaxatwood location: jones residence - prob harrison's room

"There, are you happy now?" Such a statement that might have otherwise held irritation within its grip instead offered upon the tip of laughter as he pulled on one of the shirts he'd found. His own, completely soaked or currently worn by Sasha as she tore through the house in her intoxicated mayhem. "You can look - I'm totally decent. Mostly," added with a rather coy smirk, "Think you can help with Sasha now?"

[briellepercz]

@dakotaxatwood location: hidehill general

Despite the insistence from the nurses that she remain inside while she waited, Brielle refused. The sterile smell and the constant questions of whether she was okay or not were stifling. Everything felt too close, too much and even the sound of the forum messages going off seemed to irritate her the longer she stood there. It wasn't that she was bothered by waiting - her dad wasn't answering her calls which.. standard.. but all of it - everything she'd spent weeks thinking about had come to a head and despite the fact that she wasn't the only one attacked; it all still felt so personal.

Opening the passenger door almost as soon as Dakota pulled up, Brielle climbed in, only vaguely wincing over the discomfort in her shoulder as she did so. "Hey, thanks for coming." She didn't particularly like asking for help but, she liked Dakota. "I've got a bit of cash I can give you for this. I just... everything seems so..--" Chaotic. "I just need to get to Izzy's place, it's not far from here." Like fuck she was about to go home to her empty apartment."

[briellepercz]

@dakotaxatwood

"Thanks for stopping by," admittedly, Brielle knew it was mostly for nothing but when her client began to cry hysterically, screaming for someone to call 911 in what would exist as the biggest overreaction to the feeling of a new tattoo, she'd compromised in calling Dakota. "I told her that it was normal and all that, but I've never seen a meltdown like that and she really didn't wanna listen to me." She'd seen it time and time again, the cold sweats and trembling that came with a client being unable to handle the burning pain; one and the same that would usually subside with a break and a sugar hit. "I really owe you one."