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[axelle-cappelletti]

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Axelle was in dire need of some quiet time in the library with some of the large textbooks in her bag. Even though she was working as a surgeon, she consistently felt like she needed to be on top of her reading and studying game so that when she got back to work she wouldn’t be too far behind. The only problem was that she was also in dire need of a massage after lugging around so many heavy books and journals in her bag. 

Getting into the library, she set everything down at one of the tables and decided to look around for a moment. She just wanted to see if there were any other books that could add to her research. What she didn’t account for was having tunnel vision and accidentally bumped into Samson. She’s seen him a couple of times before but had never talked to him. “I’m s-so sorry!” she stutters out. 

[llockedinacage]

He grinned and ducked behind a pillar when he saw a familiar figure approaching. The clock ticked closer to midnight and the grand hall was filling with people in costumes both scary and glamorous. Prakash was donned in a fine vintage suit and a flashy overcoat, he had let his mustache grow long and had styled it in spikes pointing up in an unusual angle. As his friend passed his hiding spot, he quietly followed him, looming over his left shoulder as stealthy as he could just waiting to be noticed. He pored into his friend with a manic wide eyed look familiar from the portraits of Salvador Dali just waiting to be noticed.

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[fxckoffthana]

“so… can we go eat?” (Samson)

“You’re starting to become a real pain in my ass, do you know that?” She grumbled unhappily, pausing before adding: “Fine, but we’re not eating any of this Russia shit. What does a girl have to do to get a burger around here?”

[jacobtulach]

“Morales,” Jacob snapped at the navigator, who happened to pass by the moment he needed someone. “Give me a hand with this.” Jacob had a large wooden beam in his hands, which he thought he could pick up and drag a few feet, but he was not doing so well on his own. Maybe on a better day, or in a week when he hadn’t helped put out two raging fires. Jacob immediately wanted to get to work on rebuilding the torched villa at least to show the royals island that they weren’t defeated at all. “Help me drag it over there,” Jacob nodded toward a clear space in his yard.

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