#c:diego

[vincentxcastro]

starter for @diegoocastro Location: Vincent Residence

"Okay, both the boys are fast asleep," the male spoke as he took a seat. Vincent had washed dishes after dinner before checking on the boys who were very quiet. Vincent knew both of them were good kids but he also knew that sometimes kids being quiet was not a good sign. He sighed as he walked toward the fridge. "Would you like anything to drink bro?" he asked Diego as he turned and looked at him after opening the fridge. "I have water, juice, you name it."

[dom-bastiansmythe]

@domdiegotorres liked your picture:

He lives!

[switchhummel]

PM: I'm outside!! and freezing my booty off, so open the door!!!

PM: Why are they keeping you out when it's this cold?? I'm coming down now.

@domdiegotorres

[lancexbrowne]

starter for @diegoocastro Location: The Human Bean

"How it is going? It's been awhile," he spoke with a warm and friendly voice on his face as he walked in and stood behind the other. Both Diego and Lance were teachers. So they had some understanding and could relate in some ways based on their job. "I know the kids at this time of the year tend to get restless and excited for the holidays."

[wesxkennedy]

People: @rodriguezdiego​

  “Okay, So I finally got everything done for Christmas. Decorations are completed and also the last sets of gifts have finally arrived,” the doctor spoke as he took a sip of his coffee. Wesley had been so busy with the Holidays and work that he had not had much time and also he also had kinda forgotten about his birthday but he did not mind since his birthday was complicated. “I can give you your gift if you want or wait?” he asked looking at 

“It also looks like they are doing a Holiday sale at A touch of ink,”

[missfreyalynn]

private - diego

@trainer-diego-carpenter​

Hey Babe, I have news for you and I want you to be the first to hear it. 

[algomalvado]

☓ location: the pack house yard status: CLOSED ; @ofhumanities​

There was a creature standing in the far corner of the yard. Waiting. Watching the windows closely. 

It had not taken him very long at all to come across the home. It was amazing what a drifter could accomplish through listening and watching from the window of the Ugly Mug, alone. Rumors from other towns, other wolves, clued him in on what to look for, and curiosity had him following their tracks once he’d found it. 

There was no proof. Not yet. But one could recognize pack dynamics when they had been burned into their soul. 

In his hands he held a gift for Connor. If he were to unfurl his hand from around the stone held within it, one would see there was something carved into the top of it. It was not for others to see, though. Just for Connor, his new friend. 

A man approached with intent; noticeably strong, noticeably different from the likes of Santi whose eyes were ringed dark and his body gaunt. This must be the Elder, he thought, but his brows knit at the prospect of the role going to a man. Different strokes for different folks, a little voice in the back of his mind sang out, parroting a phrase he’d heard a man in a cowboy hat say somewhere in Nevada.

“Hello,” he would say from cracked lips when the man was close enough to hear. “Do I ask you to see Connor?”

[basswccd]

☓ location: post-harvestfest, busckshot bar status: CLOSED ; @ofhumanities

I know you’re not trying to ignore me, Sam Mehta. Sameeer. What the hell are you going to do about Addison? Are you doing anything? ‘Cause right now all I see you doing is drinking-- In fact, that’s all I ever see you doing. How many more kids are gonna have to go missing before you guys figure something out? Sam? Sam! 

“Danielle,” he said, not looking up from the beer (his third that night) between his hands as he slumped over the bar. “Please. Shut the hell up.” Were he not so annoyed, he would have been surprised to hear the words coming from his mouth, but anyone who knew the big mouthed Buckshot employee knew that she never heard a damn thing that was said to her. How could she when she was always too busy talking? That, plus the fact that he couldn’t even look in her general direction without being told how to do his job had his last nerve packing up to leave town. 

Her finger shot out to the corner of the bar. Either you take my advice and question him or I’m going to the chief. 

What he wouldn’t have given for another bar in town... Just one.

His gaze lifted to meet hers and followed the direction of her finger, where he found Diego sitting alone in a booth watching one of the many screens playing that night’s football game. 

He knows what happened, Sam, I just know it. And if you don’t fuckin’ do something there’s going to be Hell to pay. 

Sam stood, lazily dragging his glass off the bartop as he did so, and walked over to where Diego was situated. Without warning he slid into the booth across from him, directly beneath the large television screen. 

“Can we talk?”