#vincent 002

[owenryder]

WHO: Ryder & @vincexmatthews

WHERE: Little Corner Market, suburbs

WHEN: March 23, 2025

This winter storm was a pain in his ass. And while most people had the entire day on Saturday to prepare, Ryder had to work. Which meant that Sunday, his day off, when he had intended to sleep in and lazily play video games in his pajamas most of the day... he had to go shopping for supplies to get through the week. The problem with that was simple: everyone had bought the stuff that he needed. He had a few rolls of toilet paper, some packets of cookies, various other things that seemed necessary... but not nearly enough water. And Ryder knew that they would need some water, if for nothing else, than to keep Maurice hydrated. "Seriously, no gallons?" he said out loud to no one, a look of annoyance on his face as he blew a breath out through his nostrils.

[joshlane]

WHO: Josh & @vincexmatthews

WHERE: Ruff Around Park, suburbs

WHEN: September, 2024

Toshiko needed to run. And where normally, Josh would have taken him out to the lake, they had been running errands around town, picking up food, dropping off parts a client had ordered, and so the dog park was as good of an option as anywhere else. Watching as his pup ran through a pile of walnut leaves, Josh let out a laugh, turning to look at the person next to him. "Leaves have hardly started to fall yet, and my dog is already going nuts, I don't know about yours."

[rafaelcb]

WHO: Rafael & @vincexmatthews

WHERE: Cruise-In

WHEN: August 5, 2023

"Mr. Matthews," Rafael sidled up to the younger man as he stopped in front of the car, offering him a smile. It was nice to see his employees out of the office, enjoying some time away from the hustle and bustle that came with work to just do something fun, something for themselves. "Having a good time so far this afternoon?" Rafael himself had been looking forward to the free afternoon to wander around, admire the cars, enjoy himself in the fresh air. As much as he liked work, sometimes it was nice to just... not.

[cagenewman]

WHO: Cage & @vincexmatthews

WHERE: Merrock State Park

WHEN: Volunteer Week, April 2023

"What do you think?" Cage asked for a moment, standing back from the log that had fallen across their path to get a good look at it. It wasn't too big -- but it also wasn't one of the many sticks they had been dragging off the path so far. "Do you think between the two of us, we could get it up and off the path? It's heavy, but it's not like we're a bunch of lightweights or anything."

[ambitchixus-blog]

Santiago had plenty on his plate now and plenty more on his mind than he honestly knew what to do with. He’d have to discuss things with the others and yet he was simply trying to gather himself before doing so. Leaning against some wall in a secluded part of the warehouse proved useless to curb his anger or settle his fears and sadness. They’d lost their boss and he...he lost someone so dear to him that he’s sure he’d struggle with once the numbness and shock washed away. He wishes everything else he’d felt could be washed away just as easy, Santiago wants to fly off the handle, it’s easier that way; yet he knows the gang is slowly becoming a former shell of itself and he refuses to let it die along with their boss; refuses to honor their leader that way. ”Forgive me Vincent, I didn’t see you there amigo.” He finally speaks up, he’d been so involved in his thoughts for a moment that he almost feels bad for somewhat ignoring the other. His tone though was someplace between somber and impersonal and honestly even the term of endearment wasn’t the per usual one he’d quip up, the most obvious change in demeanor being the use of the others name before anything else. Still it wasn’t as if it was Vincent’s fault and after everything between them during the vacation he thinks he can muster up a better attitude. “Did you need something tigre, or just looking for my good company?” Santiago snorts, it lacks the amusement it might have normally, so much for mustering up anything better. @vincentnilsson​

[tamyrawilliams]

[ @vince-chau​ ]

She hated fire. Hated it with a burning (ha!) passion.

But if this was sticking around (and she really hoped it was temporary like the boost she got to her powers - seriously, if anything attunement-related would stick, the boost was a much better option, not this fire business), she needed to figure out how to not burn the tent around herself down. Or some of her own belongings.

But she didn’t want everyone to see her struggle and try, so she went out to the fisher’s house. Seclusion and being alone and all of that.

Except after about half an hour, she heard footsteps and then suddenly Vincent was in her line of vision. “Go away!” she snapped immediately, annoyed and not at all happy to see him, only for her attitude to do a 180 right the next moment. “No! Hold on! Wait! You were fire attuned, right? Help me figure this shit out!” By this shit she meant the pile of small fire she made (painfully and slowly, others usually did it for her) in front of her.