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“i saw this video earlier of a bear helping her cubs cross the street and there was a lineup of cars all just stopped, patiently waiting for the cubs to get across the road. it was the most wholesome thing i’ve seen in a while.” logan explained to the other.
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logan looked over at her friend, her curiosity getting the better of her. “how commonly do you get people just faking that they have a ghost?” she imagined this happened all the time. “what do you do when that happens?”she raised her brows questioningly.
TASK 001: LOGAN RHODES AESTHETICS
He was far from a war hero, even though he finished his service with seemingly no errors. Westley knew what he’d done and he knew it was struggling to catch up with him, but like with most things in his life, Westley didn’t care and showed no remorse. The people he fucked over and the lives he took were all just “Occupational hazards” and “ Casualties” that came with life. Everyone stepped on people to get tot he top, he was no different, and he enjoyed the spoiled that lacking morals afforded him.
Tonight said spoil was ring side seats to a boxing match, to which the precursor was a steak dinner and pricey brandy and the after party? More drinks. He was a fan of dives in spite of the lack of luxury, the poor Louisiana boy in him finding comfort in the plain every now and again, so when he spotted a neon sigh he made a sharp right through the door and a beeline for the bar. Digging his wallet out of his picket, Westley slapped a hundred on the bar. “ Heineken. Open a tab.” He ordered before leaning on the bar, glancing around and a stool or two away, spotting a face he couldn’t forget. It wasn’t like seeing an old friend, as what West did to Lachlan was just plain shitty, but the asshole in Westley wanted to say hello anyway. Still, he’d changed -- his new job had him dressing better and he’d grown and shaved hair in different places among his head and face. Would Lachlan even recognize him?
@lrhodes
Ah, school was back in session, and with it brought most of the professors having a drink or two at the Three Broomsticks afterward. Reese loved her job, she truly did, but even still - sometimes letting loose at the end of the day was something she needed. But tonight, she may have had one too many, and the giggling water she drank to try and sober her up just added to the shenanigans rather than help it. Luckily, a fellow professor was there enjoying the night with her and offered to walk her home. Walking along, she stopped when the forbidden forest caught her eye, and a sinister smile came across her lips as she looked over at her companion. “Care to take a detour?”
@lrhodes
Lachlan’s here
