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“Can I help you with something?” She asked, staring blankly ahead. She looked over at the man with raised eyebrows. 

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“Hey! Uhm...” She shouted as she ran up to the man. Mary handed the guy his wallet back. “That kid back there pick pocketed you. I got him for you, so here you go.” 

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      “ look.. if you’re not coming out of bed          within the next ten minutes i’ll get you          out of bed myself. ”

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"Johnny Rockets is on the same floor if you want to eat there.” Mason had taken Aziz to see a 5 o’clock showing of a movie at the central mall theater. The movie to say the least was boring (to him) and he was relieved when they were finally released from the theater two hours later. He fixed his leather jacket and looked over at the other as they walked. “They may or may not sing to you, it’s a custom they have there. They usually only sing if you have children with you and unless they count mental age, you should be fine” he teased gently.

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yoooo Bellum University is looking super rad from the few things I've seen!!

You have no idea how much this made me smile. I’m so happy that you’re interested!! Io and I are still working on a couple of things, but we will be releasing some tidbits here and there really soon! If you’re impatient and would like to know more or have any questions on the characters, feel free to come back into my inbox (or you can IM me) and i’ll answer them straight away!

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GHOSTS THAT WE KNEW / MARCUS & JAMES @vapxrlngs

It was an inevitable thing to have skeletons in the closet, an inevitable thing to have ghosts that one wanted to keep from people they loved. And from themselves. These were the things that one did not want to look back at: mistakes so grave that one did not want to remember, but at the same time, so deep that one could not bring themselves to forget; secrets that were sworn into hiding forever, because even bringing up the most shallow portions of them would cause a riot, a pain so big and so wide because such secrets did not just tear through the body. (No, they tore through skin and bone.) Everybody had secrets. Everybody had ghosts. Marcus Ealy had his fair share of these underneath his skin, numbing his soul.

There were his parents, their lives and their deaths. There was his life before Alexandria, everything he wanted to become but now couldn’t be. There was his every little bad deed before he became a cop and then a detective, things that were wiped clean off his slate when he decided to steer his life in a different direction. And, beyond all these, so many other things. There were so many things he wanted to hide about himself, so many things that he had to hide lest others should see the truth that corrupted his bones. He hid from himself, hid from others, and then hoped to never have his demons resurface.

And, up until two days ago, they never did.

The secrets that Marcus Ealy kept remained hidden; this was the way it was with him. He’d built a wall around himself so high that others dared not to come close to him. But there were some things that were out of his control, some things that slipped from his grasp. There were just some things that not even the people who had the most control could not control, as this was the case for Marcus Ealy. He’d thought that his relationship of all those years ago would have kept itself hidden for the rest of eternity, but there it was, two days ago, resurfacing within his chest in regret and in guilt when he looked into the eyes of the woman he’d shared it with. Mariana Rivera Marquez. Her name was still something.

She had always been something of a thunderstorm, full of disaster should one not hide from her fury. She was indecisive, and yet she knew what she wanted; she was filled with the love of the world, and the hatred that came with it. She was an enigma, a force, and Marcus Ealy had fallen hard for her. All sixteen years ago, he’d become someone she wanted, molded himself into becoming someone for her instead of his own person. While this was certainly no longer the case now, it still shook him to see her, still shook him to know that she was out there somewhere so close to where he was this whole time. It shook him to see her, especially with the way he saw her: locked up behind bars.

It had been two days since his ghost rattled out of her cage and escaped out into the open.

It no longer should have its effect, for this was all but sixteen years ago, yet here Marcus was with his phone pressed against his ear, calling a friend he’d kept from the same old days he’d been with Mariana. The phone rang, and he paced as he waited. Though the words threatened to escape him quick, when the line was picked up, there came a pause from him. It was only when his friend had said his greetings that Marcus brought himself to say what he needed to say.

“I saw Mariana the other day,” he said. His words were uncertain, as though it hadn’t really happened when it had. “My Mariana. I mean --- not my Mariana. Not anymore. But I saw her… behind bars.”

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AMONG STRANGERS / POPPY & IRINA @vapxrlngs

Poppy Wyatt used to be certain of so many things: of Henry, of their future together, of their love. She used to be certain of what was and what was going to be, and she used to believe with all her heart in love. There was more to love than just a feeling, after all; it was a commitment, too. It was a commitment she would have been ready to take forever, a choice she would have been ready to make every single day of her life because she believed in it. She believed in it because Henry made her believe in it. Despite what her parents said, despite what her friends said, despite what everyone said, she had taken the leap and believed in love, in Henry.

How she could be wrong escaped her. How everyone else could be right did not make sense, either. Not to her, no. Not to Poppy Wyatt who loved her Henry to the full. Not to Poppy Wyatt who had grown numb to the little things that ruined Henry to everyone else. Not to Poppy Wyatt who had not seen the wrongs in Henry Leighton. Not to Poppy Wyatt who believed in love, in happy endings, in forevers, and happily ever afters. She was so certain about him, so certain that he was the one --- and yet, there she had seen him: sprawled out on their bed with a woman that was not her.

To everyone else, it did make sense. They all saw through Henry’s exterior right from the very start. They saw past his snotiness, his arrogance, his pride. They saw through everything that Poppy did not. And maybe it was Poppy’s fault, really; maybe it was her fault that this had happened to her. Had she listened to all the warnings beforehand, had she heeded her parents’ advice and refused to run away with a man she barely knew to Chicago, then maybe she would have spared her heart all the ache that it now felt. At the end of the day, maybe it was her fault that she felt this way. Maybe it was her fault that these things happened.

These days, all Poppy was certain of was that she’d cried out all her tears out of her system. But even in this, she was wrong! Every night she would think that the tears would run out was proven wrong by the night to follow. Every afternoon she would tell herself that no more tears would come from her was proven wrong by the mornings after. Every waking minute was proof against itself, for there were always tears. They never ran out even when she thought they would. It had been a month since the breakup, a month since she’d returned to Alexandria, and yet, nothing much has changed.

But everything was about to.

For several nights now, her parents had been asking her to have dinner with them. For several nights, they’d been trying to bring their daughter out of her room so as to eat properly with them. And, as was expected, Poppy had declined every night. She had declined every offer, every attempt at getting her out of bed.

Except the one for tonight. She had declined everything except the one for tonight. Call it fate, call it destiny, or call it sheer coincidence and luck, but the same night that Poppy had agreed to dinner was the same night that Irina Denali was coming over.

Poppy did not know Irina yet; not even so much of her existence. This was shown in the shock on Poppy’s face as she took her seat on the dinner table that night and assessed the extra area set on the table. This was seen in the question that escaped her lips --- “Are we going to have a guest?” --- and the hope in her chest that it was Henry coming to apologize.

Before her father could answer the question though, and before Poppy could confirm her hopes, the doorbell rang, and off her mother went to get the door.

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JUST MARRIED / ZACH & CASS @vapxrlngs​

Zachariah LeBlanc did not like to lie to his dying father. What kind of heartless monster would? What kind of horrible son, horrible person, horrible human being liked to lie to their dying father as he lay on a hospital bed? Especially when their father wished for nothing but the best for them? Especially when their father hoped and said with heavy breaths how much he wanted only what was good and pleasing for the life of his child? How could anyone lie? How could anyone look into the eyes of their sick father and lie without even so much as a flinch?

Zachariah LeBlanc did not like to lie to his dying father, but he did so anyway. To keep the peace.

He understood: this made him a horrible person. With a whole heart, and without peace of mind, he knew, he knew that this made him the worst son in the world. But wouldn’t thinking of his father’s happiness count for something? Didn’t thinking that his father would be happy upon hearing the news --- no matter how false it was --- at least lessen how horrible he was? He’d only said he was married just to ease his father’s pain! He’d only lied just so his fathercould die happy! Was that so bad? Was that so terrible? Maybe it was a little, but...

As he paced around a hospital hallway three blocks away from his father’s room, Zach knew that he’d done the unthinkable. However, now that he’d done it, he would have to go through with it and make it believable. There was only one thing worse than lying, after all: breaking your dying father’s heart because he found  out that you were lying. And oh, there was no way that this lie was ripping at the seams. With a heavy hand, he took his phone from his pocket, dialled a number he memorized by heart, and waited.

Waited, waited, waited. Waited for the call to be answered. Waited for the plan to be set in motion. Waited.

As soon as the line was picked up, Zach said into the phone, without even so much as a beat’s pause, “Hi Cass! Guess who you’re married to?” He tried to sound excited, really; but the tremors in his voice were more of fear than anything.