Alecto Sterling (25, She/Her, Library Clerk/Occasional Volunteer at Beachwood Diner) BIOGRAPHY
Vincent Pierce (30, He/Him/They, Owner of Squid Ink) BIOGRAPHY
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Alecto Sterling (25, She/Her, Library Clerk/Occasional Volunteer at Beachwood Diner) BIOGRAPHY
Vincent Pierce (30, He/Him/They, Owner of Squid Ink) BIOGRAPHY
closed starter for @thetcsteofink : alecto . location : the spa .
you know , the spa was supposed to be a relaxing experience . it was , for the most part : the plush robes , the green clay mask currently layered on penny’s face , and of course , the fucking heavenly massage that ended about ten minutes ago . for a moment , as she steps onto the elevator to go to the steam room , she almost feels ….. serene . almost . she really thought she was getting a well - deserved break , that her luck was going to change ! yeah , right . at least penny can hold her tongue for an elevator ride , right ? she kind of has to , anyway , because the elevator dings only one floor below & when the doors open , it’s fucking alecto on the other side . god fucking dammit . penny casually hits the ‘ close door ’ button , but it’s too slow : the other blonde has already waltzed on in . whatever . alecto hits her floor button and the elevator begins to move once again , only to lurch to a stomach - turning halt between floors . ‘ you’re fucking joking . ’ human instinct is to pummel the ‘ open door ’ button , but it does no use , obviously . ‘ i’m gonna kill myself . ’ the button is mashed several more times before penny lets out a heavy , defeated sigh and turns towards alecto . ' i’m going to be so fucking real with you right now . unless you’re actively getting us out of this elevator , you should maybe keep the talking to a minimum . ’
alecto was eager to get to the spa. she needed her me time. she gets to the elevator in the spa, presses the button and waits patiently. she thinks deeply about what services she booked for and can already feel the relaxation even though she it hasn’t even started yet. still, when the doors ding and open, she stares and glares at the sight before her. not penny fucking reynolds. alecto sneered and sprinted for the doors, sticking her arm in between them just as they started to shut. alecto gave penny a smirk and small “hmm,”. she pressed the button for her floor and of course, the elevator moved again, only to stop and almost bounce. the lights flickered and alecto grabbed hold of the handle bars on the sides. her heartbeat raced and she looked at penny wildly. “what the fuck,” she whispered, looking up and to see the cables unmoving. the obnoxious button mashing almost drives alecto insane. almost. she looked around, thinking as to why this even happened, and then penny got all up in her face. “you’re the one who’s been talking the most, babes.” she says, rolling her eyes. alecto moved past her to look at the buttons and hit the button with the red bell. it lit up, and then nothing. “at the very least i’m hoping that button’ll have alerted someone.” she sighed, then walked over to a corner and sat herself down. for a moment, she didn’t talk, but then looked at penny thoughtfully. “your brother’s an idiot, by the way.”
candydripping:
It had been a grave mistake going to Seashakes today. All Andrej had wanted was a damn milkshake yet somehow he’d accidentally gotten caught up in a crowd of football fans. He hadn’t particularly cared about any of the games – mostly out of pure bitterness that his own country didn’t qualify. As he sipped his drink, trying to keep to himself, he hadn’t been expecting anyone to hug him and he flinched, almost choking on his drink. For a moment he considered leaving and risking the cold to drink this outside but the game was almost over and he could last a few more minutes. “Claramente México no es lo suficientemente bueno,” Andrej commented with an eye roll, putting his straw back between his lips as he leaned back in his chair. “Skiing is clearly better anyway.”
“ay, sorry.” lyanna said, noticing of course that her emotional outburst that led to a hug had almost murdered the man beside her. his comment made her roll her eyes. “y cuándo te pedí tu opinión? eh?” she seethed. calm down, girl. “sorry.” lyanna exhaled but then laughed. “oh yeah because people actually watch the skiing world cup.” it was a funny comment. “skiing, please. maybe in olympics but there’s no competition like this in the world. it is globally the most viewed sporting event. so intense. you’re not gonna get this drama with skiing, believe me.”
tristanxbarlowe:
“Invaded my space?” Tristan brushed her worry off with a shake of his head. “Please, I get how emotional people get while watching the game, so you don’t have to worry about it at all.” He assured her. While he might not know anything about sports, he was used to the obnoxious football bros who spent all their waking moments in bars irritating everyone around them, so the little hug hadn’t bothered him at all. With a faint smile, he attempted to get the attention of the person behind the counter who was racing between customers, oblivious to Tristan since they seemed to be the only one working on a day as busy as this one. Eventually, he managed to order a strawberry milkshake, so his attention was back on her. When she recognised him, he began to wonder if he knew her as well. And then it clicked. “Wait…” He began, “Lyvanna?” He hadn’t seen her for years, more like a decade, and it was a miracle he recognised her since he had known her in a completely different life. “It’s Tristan! I can’t believe it’s you.”
“well, yeah! i just hugged you! it’s kind of rude of me, actually.” lyanna laughed. “well, thanks for understanding.” she couldn’t quite put her finger on it but she felt as if she had known him from her younger, troublesome years. her eyes narrowed studiously, and she ended up blatantly staring at him. “thanks for the shake—oh!” her eyes widened and she squealed. “yes! that’s me! and you’re tristan! oh my god you’re not in jail, aww!” she cooed, feeling so beyond pleased and relieved that her childhood friend was doing, seemingly, more than okay. “it is me. it’s you! i am so not apologizing for hugging you now. oh my god, you don’t look like a piece of shit anymore.”
piercity:
she’s forgotten how inconvenient it is to have to hide her illness : it’s been a long time since someone’s paid as close attention as vinnie does . felicity is sure she’ll feel more thankful for that in the future , but as of this moment it serves to put her a bit on edge . she’s simply ….. not ready to broach the issue at the moment . or ever , really . considering the host of other things going on in their lives , her eating habits should be pretty low on the priority list , anyway . ‘ of course it’s not your fault , ’ she agrees , playfully overly - placating , ‘ why would it be ? ’ felicity takes her seat on the sofa , orion immediately jumping up beside her . she absentmindedly scratches his belly as she turns on the tv , clicking to get to the movie . ‘ i read my fair share of romance novels . and i do enjoy them ! but it can feel so ….. dull . they have no teeth . ’ ( you know who’s all teeth ? amy dunne . ) anger isn’t an emotion felicity is overly familiar with experiencing , the taste of it always burning like acid in the back of her throat : her favorite stories are exercises in making it more palatable . after all , if her fire hadn’t been smothered into sadness at such an early age , maybe things would be different . maybe she wouldn’t have had to martyr herself , a sacrifice on the altar of feminine expectations : an open mother wound that runs back , ice cold , for generations . at least , she thinks , that will die with her someday . ‘ no , silly —- why would i want to ruin a perfectly good linen like that ? ’ felicity can’t help but giggle at vinnie’s mock offense . ‘ i just stayed home and handed out sweets to the trick or treaters , it hardly seemed worth the effort of dressing up …. ’ maybe next year . ‘ you could do that —- or ! i could teach you to cook & you could feed yourself. ’ she offers though she’s certain she knows the answer .
vinnie adored his sister. the last thing they needed was to make her feel overly scrutinized and studied. while clearly they were looking for any signs of cece being unwell, they weren’t going to allow it to ruin the time they were having together unless it was staring at them in the face. with a warm smile, they continued to eat, and gasped as emmy made her moves to nearly jump on the couch. “hey! no,” vinnie looked at cece. “i mean, i don’t know if you’re okay with emmy jumping on the couch too. she won’t scratch!” he held out a hand to pick her up instead and set her on his shoulder. “so... read a tragedy, instead of a happy go lucky romance novel. but don’t drown in those too much.” vince looked at her and scoffed. “okay then... i don’t know. you could also do the wednesday addams thing from the movies. could’ve gone as a homicidal maniac. they look like everybody else.” vince groaned. “i know how to cook! i just don’t want to. it’s completely different.”
text message // alecto & quade
quade: as much as it pains me to say my mom was right, i guess she wasn't completely wrong in this sense. i... had a really fun time, ace. i know we got off on the wrong foot but honestly, i was just fooling around and not trying to give my parents any sort of relief because they do suck.
quade: sorry if i offended you, but i hope i can see you again?
quade: but like, if you're planning on moving away in the next couple of months, you have to tell me. my heart can't take the heartbreak anymore!
alecto: guess my mom was right too. but i'm not gonna tell her that. i had a great time. we definitely got off on the wrong foot but it's okay. i just expected you to be a complete pompous asshole and you weren't. so, yeah, pleasantly surprised.
alecto: tbh i was looking for things to get angry at so it's mostly me being a bitch on purpose
alecto, smiling to herself: :) i don't plan on moving away. i'm 25 i'm... not gonna move away if i don't want to lol. and i don't want to. we're married anyway, so. i'd be awful if i did that.
alecto: so you wanna see me again, you said? maybe i wanna see you again too :)
text message // alecto & teddy
teddy: of course we can go back! oui oui! i'm pretty much fluent in the language now
teddy: i'm in a baking class :-) my fave parisian baker was holding a masterclass on bread and so i decided to take the leap and join.
teddy: mhm. oh wooow, um, rude. i'd like to be the other godparent. but that's awesome! look at you making friends and adopting pets. that's so cute, alecto.
teddy: anything else new? what else have i missed?
alecto: did you use duolingo?
alecto: you have a favorite parisian baker? chef remy?
alecto: from ratatouille
alecto: i cannot wait to try your bread wtf
alecto: fine be the other godparent. i know, i know! i'm like properly integrated into normal poor society
alecto: sounded better in my head but i sent it so i can't go back now
vinnie & aksel;
aksel: is this like the "if i were a worm, would you still love me?" question?
aksel: i'd probably eat your brain first, depends on who the competition is
vinnie: nah this is like... if scientifically if i were a heart would you let me beat or leave me to flat line? ahaaaa
vinnie: i have competition? have to ask who, i'll take 'em out, no problem
vinnie: hey when can your cat and my cat be friends she's kind of lonely and weird, so
who: open @moorbrookestarters where: somewhere public
Elijah noticed just a second too late. It was almost as if everything had happened in hyper speed. One moment, Noah was walking calmly by his side, the next his hand was pulling something out of someone’s pocket. “Noah,” Elijah scolded, grabbing hold of the three year old’s tiny hand. “Sorry,” he apologized. “Apparently I’m raising a pickpocket.”
alecto had stopped to window shop (literally) in front of driftwood bookstore. they had some new books that were on the window display and the covers naturally caught her eye. unbeknownst to her, a child was stealing her phone. she didn’t even feel it. she gasped and turned around and offered a sympathetic smile. “oh it’s okay. thank you. i mean, it’s not okay, but, you know what i mean.” she took the phone back and put it, again, in her pocket. “maybe you want a phone for yourself?” she said to noah. “thank goodness they make toy phones for this exact reason.” she whispered for elijah.
vinnie & aksel;
Vinnie: apocalyptically if i were a survivor of the zombie apocalypse and you were a zombie would you eat my brain first?
tristanbarlowe:
Tristan had never really paid much attention to football, or more like he had never paid any attention to it or any other sport. People always assumed he knew everything about whatever sport that was playing on the TV each time because of the way he looked, but he had never had the time or the motivation to play or watch any of it. So it was fair to say that Tristan was not at Seashakes for the game. He only wanted the best milkshake in town, but it happened to be on the day when the diner was almost full of excited fans. He was still waiting for his order when someone hugged him, and only a moment later, the same person was cursing over the game, so he assumed her team lost, or did they get a penalty? Who knows. “Damn, that sucks.” He glanced at the TV, trying to figure out what had happened. “Can I buy you a condolence milkshake or something?”
needless to say, lyanna was devastated. completely wrecked. her own eyes welled with tears as she kept looking at the tv and the depressed mexican team upon their bittersweet win. she sniffled and wiped at her eyes. so silly of her to get emotional! but she was. “oh damn it. i know.” she looked over at the man she’d hugged and remembered that she had hugged him in the first place. “oh wow i am so sorry i invaded your personal space like that earlier.” lyanna grimaced. but her eyes lit up and she nodded. “i would love a condolence milkshake. that is so, so kind of you. strawberry please...” her voice trailed off. “you look super familiar and your name is definitely escaping me right now.”
xallmywolvesx:
“Oh don’t you worry, you don’t have to be a full librarian to participate. I’ve been apart of it since high school well before I even completed my degree. Granted this was my second home. What genres do you like to read?” She smiles softly and nods. “There’s so many out there, more and more are getting into self publishing which is amazing.” Her eyes shifted back to the box and she popped up onto the balls of her feet to peek into the box puzzling for a moment before pulling out two. “I ended up putting these in the box because I have the special editions. These Violent Delights and the sequel Our Violent Ends is a beautiful retelling of Romeo and Juliette set in Shanghai in the 20s. I am not sure I will ever get over how well the author weaved her story”
“oh really? wow, that’s awesome. uh, wow my genres.” alecto hummed thoughtfully. “do you know i think i love fantasy but like good fantasy. and then those quick rom-com kind of books are always fun. the gayer the better too. but anything deep and emotional gets me like uh, khaled hosseini books, i read the kite runner in high school and it was so much.” alecto gasped at the two books and squealed. “oh fuck yes, i also love, love, love retellings like this. have you ever read uh... oh gosh. heartless! by marissa meyer? it tore me apart. i was heartbroken.”
xallmywolvesx:
“Not to sound conceited but I know how to drive most things. Off road vehicles, Semis..ect. I’ve been wanting to learn how to fly a helicopter someday. Granted if I do, I will have spend a solid week convincing Adrian that I’m not crazy enough to fly a helicopter into a storm.” He smirks amused following her into the building. “I’m here aren’t I? I’m kidding…but yes I’m ready to talk, I supposed. Though I don’t know how much there is to say. We talked through what happened.”
“you don’t sound conceited at all, dougie. that’s actually super impressive. do you know how many times i’m on the road next to a semi truck and get scared? and for no reason! ‘cause they drive them so well. it takes serious skill.” she laughed as she walked in and led him to her office. “hey, i’ll vouch. and i’m certified to vouch that you definitely won’t do that.” lyanna opened the door and set her bag on the hook on the back, along with her coat. “okay! yes, yes, you’re here. but i’ve told you time and time again that just because i know all of what happened doesn’t mean there isn’t anything to talk about. therapy is a journey and the effects of what happened don’t go away after you’ve told me about them. and it hasn’t been that long, mind you, in the grand scheme of things. we can talk about anything and everything that may be on your mind, even if it’s not necessarily related to you or your situation. or... your feelings. or we don’t need to talk at all. but i do want to know how your breathing exercises are going and if you’ve managed to get anything out of meditation?”
philcscphies:
The speed at which the emotions flashed through Lyanna gave Shane whiplash. “Goal differential,” he answered as if it was that simple. Because in soccer, it was. “That’s the beautiful game for you. The most fickle lover you can ever have.” Soccer was a roller coaster. Anyone who followed it even semi religiously knew that. Sometimes it was rewarding, sometimes it was heartbreaking. Today just happened to be of the latter brand. “I really thought they had this one, but that last minute goal. Bittersweet.”
“see goal differential is something i don’t actually get. i get a lot of things but that i don’t. ‘cause what are goals are they subtracting?” lyanna asked, then let out a groan. “man they always disappoint. oh man i’m in pain!” she teared up a little, glancing at the tv and seeing the forlorn expressions of the mexican team. “ugh i feel so stupid for crying,” she laughed a little sadly. “so did i. i know. man i’m gonna be so depressed again. and india is never in the world cup so i have no one else to root for.” she sipped her milkshake again in dismay. “so shane? who do you think’s gonna win? this world cup’s kind of... weird. i don’t know who’s writing the script but so many surprises keep happening.”
diguo:
well , to be frank , diana could use some shrinking . not that she feels particularly inclined to seek something like that out at the moment . she’s comfortable in her routine , as isolated as it can be : at least she’s not hurting anyone when she’s alone . ‘ unfortunately so . i know far too much about those two & all of it i have learned against my will . ’ she huffs a small sigh of exasperation before a flicker of amusement sparks in her eyes . lyanna’s careful choice of words , while respectful , is still somewhat humorous to diana . ‘ —- you can just call them victims , lyanna . they won’t be offended , i assure you . but i agree . it’s easy to become desensitized in our line of work . it’s necessary to an extent , but when people get too comfortable it poses an issue . they’re young , i’m sure they’ll figure out where the line is soon enough . ’
“ever give them a stern talking to? or get HR involved? i don’t really know how it works in your occupation but surely that’s plausible?” lyanna laughed and shook her head. “oh god, no! i don’t wanna say the wrong thing! so they’re victims? okay. i should know that actually. i’ve done so many case studies which involve coroners anyway.” ohhh the desensitization lyanna can definitely relate to. “god that is so true. i wish i was still sensitized. obviously i don’t see dead bodies all the time like you but the things i hear from people coming in my office is... a lot.” she nodded. “one can only hope they find that line. although i mean, it sounds like if these things ever happen it does make your day a little more out of left field than it already is.”
shredmytapestry:
OLIVER.
ollie loved vince and he loved that they were roommates again. this time they weren’t 18 and also it was an actual apartment. that was all kudos to vinnie, he got the apartment and the nice job. ollie just broke his relationship and skipped town to be being 18 again. then he got here and he felt shitty as hell. he knew vince would judge him, like any best friend should, and he was right to… but the stress was so much. he sucked right now, that was that. so yeah, he’d been avoiding him just a tad and he missed him. ollie walked in after a long shift and snipped the air, ‘woah. is that lasagna?’ he grinned and shut the door behind him. ‘aw darling, you shouldn’t have!’ ollie said but wasted no time in shrugging off his coat and going to sit at the couch. sitting on the couch eating and watching friends? this was heaven. ‘so assertive too. what’s the matter?’ he had already started shovelling food into his mouth and looked at vince curiously.
“it most certainly is,” vince said, giving ollie a big, exaggerated smile. “oh i know but i just wanted to do something special for my boo thang.” they scrunched their nose and the smile faded slowly. “i... yeah. i’m, i guess i’m being assertive. look,” vince sighed and took a bite of the lasagna as well. “you’ve been here like... a month. which is great, you know. i love having you here. it’s great to have my best friend here. we’re roomies again.” they paused and took a sip of their drink. “but it’s kind of weird ‘cause i don’t really feel like you’re here. you’re never around. is it bad that i just want to talk to my best friend and spend time with him? it’s like pulling teeth with you. what’s going on? you haven’t said anything to me about... anything, really.”
piercity:
‘ —- thank you for saying that . ’ she practically glows with the praise : between her parents & her husband , such kind words have been few and far between for the past several years . felicity hardly knows what to do with herself now that positive attention is being given , especially from someone she’s so fond of . ‘ well , you’re definitely my favorite student , ’ she agrees , mirroring allie’s smile . ‘ both have their pros and cons . i think i favor teaching adults , though . children are sweet , but most of them aren’t exactly the most dedicated students . and , you know , they’re children , so they’re not able to do more complicated choreography ….. ’ that’s a kind way of saying it’s boring ! when allie stands , felicity does as well —- a little too fast . lightheaded , she teeters slightly , spindly fingers wrapping around the barre to steady herself . it’s gone in a couple of moments , anyway , and felicity won’t acknowledge it . ‘ oh , i don’t have any plans , i was just going to head back to my apartment . did you —- uhm , would you like to come over ? ’
“you’re welcome.” alecto had no problem giving praise when it was more than deserved. frankly, the sun shined out of felicity’s ass and yes, she should know it. “i’m your favorite student?” she asked, her eyes lightening up. “you’re not just saying that, right? you’re not gonna turn around to one of the others later and tell them they’re your favorite student, too, right?” alecto said playfully. she crunched her nose and rolled her eyes fondly. “you can say it sucks, it’s okay. i’m not gonna go and tell one of your children that it’s lame to teach them.” alecto noticed cece seem to lose her balance. she was quick to reach out and hold her waist in an effort to keep cece from falling. and of course, cece just didn’t even acknowledge that she nearly fell—which may be dramatic, but still—and alecto looked up at her with quirked eyebrows, concerned. before she could ask if cece was okay, the question sprung at her catches her off guard. “oh... wow, yeah. yes. i’d love to come over. sure.” alecto paused and tilted her head. “are you okay?” she asked, and glanced at her hand which still held cece’s hip. carefully, she pulled her hand away and let out a deep sigh.