#interactions: fletcher

[heartofasoldier]

status: closed to eleanora hart | @frvrwriting​

time: mid evening

location: halloween block party

With his two closest friends otherwise occupied, Fletcher was left to his own devices to wander the various stalls and stands. It all felt vaguely similar to the years prior, the same old regurgitated costumes in just a slightly different environment. Same old same old. Eleanora Hart however, was not someone he had anticipated stumbling into. His best friend’s former fiancé and from what he gathered from the photos that her father had proudly on display within his home, one of Sam’s best friends.  “And here I was under the impression that one was supposed to land the balls in the target, not everywhere else. Then again, never were very skilled in keeping to one target, were you Hart?“ He drawled, tone taunting but void of malice as he motioned to the ridiculous rotating clown heads before her.

[heartofasoldier]

status: closed to jack taylor | @qvietinfvrno​​

time: late evening

location: community school

The woman had practically been a ghost, nothing but a myth within the hunting community.  However, upon reaching out to a trusted contact -- an individual that had a certain skillset that included ways of uncovering information that had specifically been altered in an effort to stay hidden, a small slither of intel had been digressed. A photo with a name scrawled upon the back in neat calligraphy; Estelle Jacqueline Taylor. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to validate the very words of his twin sister and to explain the hit that had been put upon their family, all because of one individual, their immortal ancestor. The hunter had noticed her the moment she passed over the school’s threshold but alas he sat back and did what he did best, silently observed while he went about checking in with his fellow hunters. They were after all stood on hunter territory and that was very much apparent given the vast numbers that loitered about the rooms and halls. Finally making his approach he extended a hand with a water bottle toward the woman, expression unreadable as he spoke. Scrawled in neat handwriting was that of her full name. “Figured you could do with some fluids, hydration is important after all.”  

[heartofasoldier]

status: closed to atticus mcclain | @postremorisu​​​​​​

date: june 11th

location: marzan mansion

Fletcher found himself retreating down one of the many hallways in search of solace away from wandering eyes and a certain blonde that seemed to precariously land herself within his line of sight no matter where he looked. Or perhaps a quiet place to simply observe the events playing out around him. People watching was after all, a favored past time. However it wasn’t his surroundings that caught his attention next but the sudden appearance of a close friend. “I know most people enjoy these sorts of things, but you looked like you were having enough fun for all of us back there.” He remarked, raising the glass he had been nursing for the last hour to his lips. “I take it your little mission is going well then?” 

[heartofasoldier]

status: closed to jack taylor | @qvietinfvrno​​​​​

date:june 11th

location: marzan mansion

It seemed no matter how hard he may or may not have tried to avoid a certain journalist, the more frequently she would appear at every corner and from accross each room. And as fate would have it each occasion she seemed to be occupied exclusively by whomever flocked to her side, save for a select few moments where he could have sworn those aquamarine hues were beckoning him over. But each moment was fleeting and all too effortlessly chalked down to his own wishful thinking. Samantha Bishop had breezed home to the island of Grand Manan and would all too swiftly leave sooner rather than later and it was for that reason that he found himself inserting as much distance between them as he physically could. Only as he turned away this time from the balcony of the second floor he was quick to notice he wasn’t the only one watching the blonde, another woman stared on and there was something about her expression that left him uneasy and wasting no time in making his approach. “I wouldn’t recommend drinking that.” He mused, motioning to the drink in her hand as he studied the raven haired woman. There was an element about her that felt familiar and yet foreign all in the same breath. “Seems the only area they did go about sparing expenses was the alcohol.“