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[parkvincents]

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Send a symbol for a plot

[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.Vincent bobbed his head singing quietly along to the music coming from his headphones. His backpack set down next to him as his elevator ascended up to the rooftop bar of the building. Buzzing from nervousness, he tapped his foot impatiently as he wondered how lucky he was to score this bartending job at the upscale bar. The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened to allow a woman to enter, Vincent smiles politely and steps aside to let her in. A few moments after the doors close, the lights begin to flicker and the elevator stops abruptly. Suddenly the lights shut off completely. 

“Shit,” Vincent mutters before tapping on the call button, hoping for an answer on the other end. Nothing. Sighing in defeat, he stepped away from his companion in the elevator, careful not to make her uncomfortable. As his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, he glances over to her “I’m sorry, miss. It looks like we’re stuck.” 

[parkvincents]

[ ● ] my muse catches yours snooping through their belongings.

Send a symbol for a plot

Vincent looks confusingly at the package sitting at his front door, trying to remember if he had ordered anything new. He shrugs and picks up the package, making way his way down the block to the real address on the label. When he arrives, Vincent pauses, wondering if he had the right house, before resolving to check the mail in the box to see if it matched the address on the package. He is reaching for the stack of letters before pausing, feeling a presence behind him. Oh. He turns around, ready to defend himself from the accusations bound to be thrown his way. 

“Sorry! This isn’t what it looks like!” 

[parkvincents]

[text]: i can’t tonight, tomorrow?

text prompts

[text] it's a friday night[text] c'mon you can't possibly be busy tonight[text] !!!

[parkvincents]

"Don't get me wrong, I gotta admit, it is kind of nice to get away from it all."

“I’d say that you’re right. I mean- if it weren’t for the fact that we’re not getting any cell reception up here…” Vincent pouts as he holds his phone above his head as if it’ll make his phone suddenly work.