#c:vinnie

[jeanpuff]

@vinnietheserpent

It had been so long since Jean had been without magic, it almost seemed like a part of him was gone. He couldn’t imagine how wizards who had spent their whole life with magic felt in this magic-free zone. It was insane, really. Thoughts about the situation whirled around his head as he threw the tennis ball down the street into the wall. He needed something to preoccupy himself, and he really wasn’t sure where anyone was. He had checked all the usual places and had no such luck. It was unlikely this would keep him entertained for long. Catch was rather boring when you were playing with a wall. The ball bounced back to him, and without looking he threw it back towards the wall. Only, there wasn’t just him and the wall in the small side-street anymore, someone had appeared from the alleyway to the left. It was probably the best throw of his life, and it just so happened to be the one that smacked right into the man’s chest. “Oh, wow. I am so sorry.” He said, accent stronger than usual in his worry. He ran closer to the man, apologising again -- and again -- as he went. Note to self: don’t play ball in the middle of the street.

[little-earthquakes-rp]

Closed Stater // @normallyxstrange

As she blindly entangled herself with Victor, she needed some reassurance she was on the right path. The recent connection with Vinnie felt confirming, but she needed to hear he was even wanted before continuing any further. On two different occasions she’d picked up her cell to call her father for advice, but each time set it down thinking the sense of accomplishment would be greater if she went at it alone. Taking a chance on early Sunday morning she showed up on Vinnie’s doorstep and knocked gently. Something told Sasha the youngest Foster was a morning person. 

Once the door opened she beamed, competing with the sunshine flooding in, “Hey good morning, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d take you up on that invitation.”

[milcsmanheim]

Since it's been way too long that we hung out together, I propose that we do so one of these nights. I will not take no for an answer because after this trip I will go back to Spain for the next couple of months so this needs to happen now. We got all the wine we want here so I'm sure we can throw a little party. What do you say? In or out? @vnniehacker

[vinnielombardi-blog]

“Went to one of those psychics today. Ya know, they hang a few curtains, put on a voice, and suddenly they can see the future?” Vinnie leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. “Dunno why. Don’t ask. Sort of a whim thing, ya know? Wish she woulda told me today was gonna be so fuckin’ boring.” 

[danielriggs-h]

“Sounds like something I would do. Completely sober, even. Did she say something interesting, then? Given she didn’t say it’d be boring, what were you expecting? Can’t blame a man for being curious.” [ @vinnielombardi ]

[daniellelombardi]

@vinnielombardi

Paper work. It kept Danielle busy even when she was off work. She had promised her parents and pretty much everyone that she had left that case alone, but she couldn’t just let go of it. Not when the picture frame in the living room still looked at her, with the smile of a three year old blue eyed girl. The case was closed, yet Danielle still couldn’t find a reason why she had been involved so deep, why it had become personal. It had become her day-off routine. Sit behind her desk, with a cup of coffee (spiked, of course), and just read through stolen files she had taken when she got discharged. Routine that was interrupted that evening by her door bell ringing. It never happened, not when she wasn’t expecting it. Fueled by her paranoia, she took her gun from one of the drawers and walked towards the door, barely opening it to look who was on the other side. 

Danielle eyed the man up and down for a couple seconds before opening her mouth. “If you’re looking for Linda James, she lives next door,” she said, almost convinced he was paying a visit to her beloved –whorish– neighbor. 

[vinnielombardi-blog]

“A week to Thanksgiving, and all this shit still tastes like pumpkin spice diarrhea. Jesus Christ. When does it end?” Despite it all, Vinnie took another bite of the muffin, downing it with a quick swig of coffee. “Dark roasted my ass.”

[therealnicolepeltz]

“Hey, corporations gotta do whatever they can to kill their leftovers,” she said, making a face as the man swallowed the piece of muffin. “Who knows how long that thing has been frozen in the back of the store.”

[gutter-prince]

Venya. What are you doing?