#annahydenyc

[theminhtram-duskfell]

Location: Manhattan, outside Closed: @annahydenyc​

Minh was walking the streets on her way to do some errands. She had a million bags in her hands and then just as she tried to stop one from falling it slipped from her fingertips and the contents spilled to the ground. She saw one of her items roll directly under someone’s foot. “Stop please.”  She called out as she rushed to try to grab the detailing brushes she’d bought. 

[jessebeaufort]

      location: jesse’s home.       who: @annahydenyc​

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      ------HE OPENED THE front door with all of the gusto of a man who had both been expecting company and ruing the very knowledge that he would have to entertain. that was the fun behind someone like jesse beaufort. his personality was colored in so many varying shades of the same hue that expressions and emotions often bled into one-another like a hideous canvas. thank fuck he wasn’t ever aiming to impress. pen tucked behind one ear he gestured for anna to enter, even stepping aside to make room for her entrance. THIS WAS AN ARRANGED MEETING, and she was kind enough to adhere to that loose schedule.

      “ thank you for coming. ” there was something very business-like about the way jesse conducted the collection of blood. miscellaneous inventory to assist with it was provided on his behalf ( never too trusting ) and money provided to those who had offered something so vital to be harvested in as painless a way as it could be. each arrangement in the city was new-enough that he didn’t quite know these people on an interpersonal level ... yet that served jesse just fine. “ i heard about the nonsense at the bar the other night. you seem fine. ” what a polite way to ask about her well-being. he sealed the door behind them and moved to lead to the living room where he’d laid everything needed out.

[gideonbirley]

      location: the council building.       who: @annahydenyc​

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      ------THE NICE PART about his work with the council was that it never really seemed to take up a chunk of his actual time. it was possible for gideon to hold down another job ( really more of a hobby than anything else ) and still have his personal life attached to that ... but the battery of questions that he was informed he’d be asking were quickly becoming the sole focus of his day. he wasn’t fond of it. somewhere in the between the personalities he was met with he dreamed of his cold sheets at home, a colder beer, and the peace and privacy of his home. THAT WAS STILL SOME HOURS OFF.

      he could only imagine how strange it was for the people he’d interviewed thus far: guided through the halls of the council building and ushered in when it was their turn. he felt like a receptionist at a doctor’s office when he fetched them, like now where he appeared in the lobby of the upper floor and it’s impressive view, with a name heavy on his tongue. “ anna hyde? ” his throat was dry for how much he’d spoken, though he tried his best to keep his demeanor as light as he could. if she were resistant to the questions it wouldn’t be the first time he had to wrangle someone down into simply answering them.

[gideonbirley]

“$” for an accidental text.

      “$” for an accidental text.

[SMS: A. Hyde]: So anyway, I had to put an icy-hot patch on my back because I’m pretty sure you threw it out last night. If that’s not a sign of getting old I don’t know what is. [SMS: A. Hyde]: ... Anna please ignore that it wasn’t meant for you. [SMS: A. Hyde]: Sorry. Ignore it. Ignore me. Delete me.