Tori Reid

ONLY HUMAN

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sawyersmith:

      “I brought drinks,” she replied, turning back to finish her work. The smoke coming from the metal was a chemical haze but Sawyer worked quickly to ignite the tinder and then relocate the flames into the center of the pit to catch hold. “And sweet potato fixings. Also a speaker for music. I wasn’t intending on doing much, I just wanted a nice campsite and fire and to feel warm.” As the licks slowly took hold of the fresh and dead wood alike, she rested back on the palms of her hands in accomplishment before reaching for her backpack and looking to the other. “What did you have in mind?”

“Girl,” she crooned blissfully with a smile on her face and went about to help her set things up quickly. Chairs would be a necessary thing. A table to at least set things up on. They were important. She worked quickly, her hands offering a momentary shake as she came down from whatever she could get her hands on most recently.  “Me? Oh, I never have anything in mind. I go with the flow and let the good times roll.” Glancing at the fact that she was sitting at the ground, she motioned to the chair she set up and shot a bright and mirthful smile. 

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bishopashbourne:

“I THOUGHT that most women inherited their evil from their mothers.” It was a joke. The softer rumble of a laugh in his chest was the marker for the joke but he often caught flack for even those. People were too sensitive nowadays. Maybe he was just old-fashioned but either way he had a feeling she’d at least feign hurt at the remark…if she did at all.

“Less inherit, more learn how to rule like the queens we are.”  Then again, she absolutely despised her mother and everything that she did to and for her. Nothing about that woman made it easy to love her, and she was the first reason that Tori ended up on the street and fighting to take care of herself. Turning a cheeky smile to him, she slid another glass across the bar to a waiting patron. 

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sawyersmith:

      It only took about a half hour to find a decent clearing, another half hour after that to set it all up: digging a circle quarter of a meter into the earth, lining it with rocks before finding bundles of fallen branches. By time the pit was completed her pants were decorated in splotches of dirt that could almost be claimed as intentional design with more dirt embedded in the creases of her hands. She pulled the small square of steel wool and a battery, setup her tinder and ignited it, only to notice the person beside her, unaware of how long they might have been there. “Would– Would you like to join me?”

     Hard  to really drag your eyes away from someone who was as busy as the blonde in front of her. At least she tried not to be rude about it, but she chewed on the croissant that she brought with her, wondering what the hell was really happening. It wasn’t until after a short while that she realized exactly what the hole in the ground was meant to do. Meant to be. She traipsed her way toward the woman and her pit, stopping almost right next to her to peek inside.  “What are we going to be doing?”  Tori seriously hoped the answer was smores. 

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mallmonroe:

“Yeah, I’m cool.” She answered, not minding the woman’s snickering, since she too saw the ridiculousness of the situation. Standing up, she touched the two small bruisers that had formed on her right knee. “That’s an outrage and totally unsafe to the common phone addicted millennial.” She glanced over at the woman, flashing a big smile at her. “Should I sue? I think I definitely have a case in my hands.” 

Honestly, she would be alright with someone laughing at her if she were caught falling on her face, too. As long as they showed concern over if she was hurt or not. Standing from her seat, she stepped out onto the street to offer her a hand, though she seemed to manage it all on her own.  “I mean, you’d think they would just cover everything in freaking foam or something. Bunch’a assholes can’t take us into consideration. You definitely have a case, if you get the right lawyer.”

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mallmonroe:

Walking while browsing her phone never ended well for Mall, and yet it was one of her worse habits. That morning, she was reading a news article about another celebrity who had fallen from grace, and it was needless to say she wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings, which was a bad idea since she wasn’t all that familiar with the streets of Echo. As she was walking, she somehow managed to stumble on her own foot, losing her balance, and ending on her knees on the concrete ground, her phone landing with it’s now cracked screen right in front of her. Picking it up slowly, as if that would make any difference now, she let out a frustrated sigh.

“God’s fucking ‘favorite beings’ my ass.”

Sitting in the front of the coffee shop, enjoying her hot chocolate, she watched the whole occurrence. With the woman watching her screen like she was, it was likely more obvious that she might be asking to fall, right? It was still rude to laugh at her (despite the snicker).  "Are you okay, man?"  So, suppose her falling from grace and breaking her phone was some sort of irony?  "Some of the sidewalks around here are on the wonky side."

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bishopashbourne:

“WHAT CAN I say? I’m a refined man.” The sarcasm was strong with him but it was enunciated with a smile. There was no fun in life if you couldn’t poke fun at yourself and Bishop was particularly talented at poking fun. “Vodka is what old rich women drink for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Screwdriver, Bloody Mary, and Cosmopolitan for the working woman.”

She could definitely see why the patrons liked him. The guy was dripping in charm. Tori even laughed for a brief moment and wrinkled her nose at him for finding a target in her choice of drink.  “Don’t you know that’s where all my sass and good looks comes from?”  A flip of her hair over her shoulder, overly exaggerated for shits and giggles, she started wiping down the bar for the night.

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Character Aesthetic  → requested by anon { the night owl }

4 am gets my i m a g i n a t i o n s going – there’s nothing like laying in bed, staring at your ceiling as you listen to the t i c k i n g of your clock

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thenecrcmancer:

         “Both. Because you’re standing right in front of me and waving your hands around like some Madamme Esmeralda shit. You gonna read my palm and tell me what I’m destined for, at this rate? Need a fake mole.” He snorted, gently pawing her wrist away with his palm like a playful cat.

     The snicker that left her lips was followed along with an easy bump to his side when she did, in fact, snag his hand. Holding it up in front of her face, she squinted at it like she was actually doing anything more than looking at the... well, she was double checking his bandages. Uselessly. She didn’t know what she was looking at.  “Ya going to live a long and miserable life around me. Full of terrible cooking and even worse cleaning habits.”

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inexcelsior:

         “Um … alright, I suppose.” Life moved on after the explosion and subsequent events. The funeral wasn’t the most pleasant of things but it was how Sage’s parents chose to cope with their loss. It didn’t stop that there were missing people, or that more were likely to disappear. Rose was a worrier, from worrying at her lip with her teeth to worrying about what was happening around them. “And you?”

Her gaze dropped down to what she was taking care of while she talked to Rose. Sure, she could have been taking care of other things, but that could all be focused on at another time tonight. There was no rush. The woman in front of her could be a worrier, but Tori tended not to be.  “Ya suppose?”  There was a flash of her glance to her face before dropping back down to the drink she was making.  “I’m alright. Hard to really know what to say to some people when everything is still real new..”

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bishopashbourne:

“I DISAGREE. People come to drink and forget. You go to a strip club to look. I’ve definitely done that.” Bishop let her remark about the difficult to acquire things slide. It wasn’t his place to press on these matters and he didn’t feel as if he knew her well enough for it anyway. “I’ve got a heart for whiskey myself. And bourbon. Anything in the family really.”

For a brief moment, she wondered about the simple answer. Some people came to look for a way out. They looked for the best way to forget the shit that haunted them. It didn't matter all that much to Tori. All she did was provide that escape.  "Vodka's fun. More open to possibilities of different things.."  It was a weird reason to like it, but she thought it was fun and kicky.  "Refined choice there, Bishop."

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magnetic-cyrus:

The strange thing about this entire condition was even though he was supposed to be reading auras, he was so much better at reading a person’s body. Like her tapping hands showed the impatience. Or something else. What did he really know. Besides the false confidence. He grinned, nodding his head. “Alright, I can get with that. I’m not much of one either. Calendar or girl,” he joked. “I often loose track of days of the week.” Watching her shoulder, he saw more colors emerge slowly and allowed his hand to record the colors on his note pad. “I wanna say just a couple of weeks. I got here at the beginning of the month.”  

The woman wished it was the impatience that made her antsy. She wished she could just slow down and take each moment carefully when she really didn't have much of anything to do. No. She would rather stay busy and keep running around like a woman on a mission. The palm of her hand wiped against the thigh of her jeans and she nodded to him.  "Ya would make such a pretty girl, though!"  A snicker left her lips and she leaned forward just slightly.  "Hey, well. Welcome to Echo, man. Getting along well around here?"

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magnetic-cyrus:

Staring at the person before him, Cyrus stretched his fingers over the pad before him. He’d been tasked with the action of getting a read on everyone in town before he was sent to switch off guard duties. It was becoming tiring, making small talk as he read the people, asking questions, gauging not only their literal answers, but the answers their very being seemed to give off as well. Especially as this was far from his regular form of magic. Honestly, he was still trying to get a hang on the whole practice. 

“So, you’re pretty settled in the town, right? Even with everything that’s happened lately? How long would you say you’ve been here?” He focused on an area right over his guest’s shoulder. He could see the thin outline that began the aura read and tried to focus more to expand it. “I’m still feeling pretty new myself.”

She wasn’t entirely sure why her bond wasn’t doing this. It only made sense for him to, but she also assumed that he practiced on her even when she wasn’t paying attention. If only to get a full grasp on her aura and see everything that he could. Rider was just that kinda guy. He was thorough. She appreciated him for all of that, only because she really wasn’t. Even now, her hands were tapping on her thighs and she wasn’t thinking about much of anything other than things she needed to get done at home. Laundry, dishes.. general cleaning.

“Ah.. been here a while. I don’t really know at this point. Not really the pay attention to the calendar kinda gal. Hell, if it weren’t for Rider, I would still have boxes in the middle of the living room with all my shit in it.”  She wasn’t used to living in a real home, and that was another thing that she was immensely thankful for. No more streets and card board boxes.  “How long ya been here for?”

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emotionaltatianna:

“Damn girl, have you not seen Guardians Volume 2?” she asked, turning to look at the other with a quirked brow. “Oh honey, don’t even waste your money on Despicable Me 3. That’s a Redbox rental with a bottle of wine. The Guardians sequel is fantastic, a worthy continuation of the franchise. I’m not gonna lie, the guardians movies are shaping to be my favorite Marvel franchise outside of the Avengers films. Captain America’s films are the only ones that I have continued to love otherwise.” Looking back at the marquee, she sighed and crossed her arms, “As for me? It’s a debate between Dunkirk and Atomic Blonde. Knowing me though, I’ll probably go see Baby Driver or Spiderman again.”

Her eyes widened, ever so slightly when she was accused of not seeing what she hadn’t even considered to be her kind of movie. At least, not one that she would watch in the theater. At home with some popcorn seemed more on par for the Marvel movies, only because she got confused about them easily. Then she could google her answers. It was only on a whim at the moment that she thought she might try to see this one in the cinema. Very unlike her and she would likely google search things when she was out of the dark auditorium.  “I was also thinking about Annabelle? I don’t know what Dunkirk is about... Or baby driver. I don’t watch TV much. What’s Atomic Blonde?”

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bishopashbourne:

“YOU GOT a preferred poison, darlin’? I myself am a whiskey-slash-bourbon kind of man but not everyone’s got the stomach for that. Bar’s a bar and nobody comes in here to look.”

“Preferred? Not particularly. At least, not something that you can easily buy in a bar.”  There was a curl of a smirk on her lips as she grabbed bottle of something-or-another to make a drink for a customer. Glancing to the new tender, she arched a brow.  “Everyone comes in to look, just depends on what it’s for.”

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emotionaltatianna:

Tatianna sighed as she stared at her phone. She was standing outside of the box office at the local cinema, trying to decide which movie she wanted to see. She was only partially done with unpacking, but she was itching to get out of the house and do something. Biting her lip, she glanced over to the person who was standing next to her and she asked, “So…What’re you thinking about seeing?”

Moving to her tip toes in the ballet flats that hugged close to her feet, she rocked back and forth carefully. Her eyes moved over the names of each individual movie, weighing her options and considering which would be the best to see. She couldn't handle how amusing it was that she continually glanced to the Despicable Me movie. It was the third one, after all.  "I mean, it's a toss up between Groot and Gru. First world problem. What about ya?"

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inexcelsior:

         “And now they’ll say nobody is doing enough to help them, all the while they don’t help themselves.” Her own shrug was small, as if she was becoming disinterested in the topic. In truth she was disinterested in the people involved in the topic. Half of the citizens of Echo, she was learning, were quite selfish. It went against her personal beliefs, those of which she kept entirely to herself. “Until something else happens. And then there will be more chaos.”

     Seeing that little shrug, the woman only offered a smile that as so clearly fake and yet genuine at the same time. She wouldn't keep up the conversation if that was what Rose was finished with. It seemed like the polite thing to do. As someone leaned against the bar, asking for a beer, she grabbed it and glanced to the other woman.  "And still, no one will learn. Oh, well. How are ya doin' otherwise?"