As soon as I stepped foot in this city.—It’s got a way of bringin’ out the best and worse in a person.
Really? I'm not sure if that's true, I've never had the urge to smoke. Any particular reason you started?

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As soon as I stepped foot in this city.—It’s got a way of bringin’ out the best and worse in a person.
Really? I'm not sure if that's true, I've never had the urge to smoke. Any particular reason you started?
\No? I mean, not technically. I just moved here a few weeks ago.
Oh, well that makes sense. It would explain the being lost thing at least. I'm guessing you're sightseeing all the same, though. Why the St. Louis Cathedral then?
Skill means I’ve honed it, talent is something you’re born with. And discounting people’s feelings and being generally apathetic is definitely something I was born with.
Serving fried food and beer. Awfully productive and such a contribution to society, I know.
Well, excuse me for messing up the distinction. Well, during college and after, you did get better at disguising it, even if you've obviously reverted back to doing it.
Yes, I'm not sure what the world would do if you weren't wearing as little clothes as possible and feeding people unhealthy things.
Good, I’m glad. Why would you want to be negative all the time anyway? I know you do and that’s great and all. I just worry, I guess. …Why would you ask that? I would never do that. Okay, so maybe I was thinking of naming it Kelly Kapowski but still. You haven’t seen my mother when she isn’t putting on a facade for the public. I could barely feel it when I slept so I never even knew it was there.
Some people like negativity? I can't really explain it personally. You don't need to worry about me but I get it and appreciate it. Because I'm well aware of how your brain works, Ms. Montgomery. ...What's Kelly Kapowski? No, I haven't and I'm not sure if I want to, though. You are a pretty heavy sleeper.
They really do. But it’s about seeing the locations for themselves and hearing the stories in person.
Part of the experience I guess.
That makes sense. If I had enough time, I might even do it. I usually don't though.
I'm guessing they're popular?
Oh you know, go around and tell all the ghost stories of the cities to the tourists who eat it all up.
People actually pay for that? I'm sure you can look them up online or read about them in a book.
I did six tours of the Quarter Today and tonight I have two ghost tours.
I both love and hate Mardi Gras.
What's a ghost tour?
Wouldn’t exactly call it a ‘hobby’.
Habit then. When did you start?
More of a talent than anything else.
Relationships are time-consuming, haven’t had the time.—Why do you care anyways?
I'm not sure I'd call it a talent.
What have you been busy doing? --- I'm just curious, that's all.
\Ooh, I like the sound of that. I inspire you, huh? I don’t think you will but I’m just saying. The whole lawyering thing will get to you one day. Yay! Now, I just have to come up with a good name. Because my mother is a witch. No but really I think it’s because of the mess that comes with a pet and my mother is very strict on cleanliness and everything being perfect. Plus, my nanny was allergic to cats. I like the name George. It’s simple but cool. Well, this girl had a pet rock and I loved it. I slept with it under my pillow every night. I was an odd child.
I knew you would. You inspire me to be more positive. I'll be careful, don't worry. I like being a lawyer, just like you like fashion design. You're going to name the kitten after a TV show, aren't you? Your mother isn't... that bad. That makes sense. A pet is a lot of work. Well, you can have one now and won't need to worry about nannies. It reminds me of Prince George. wouldn't sleeping with it be uncomfortable?
I know, I know, it’s a nasty habit—You ain’t tellin’ me nothin’ I haven’t heard before.
Well, to each their own, even if it's not a hobby I understand.
That must’ve sucked.
…Not at the moment—No.
You've not lost your skill for understatement, I see.
Why not?
I’ve had too much sadness so of course I want happiness. I know. I’ve seen what it has done to my father and mother. I’ve always wanted a cat. My mother told me when I was 6 that the only pet I would ever be allowed to have is a pet rock. Which I did. I named it George and took it everywhere with me. Not really. I’ve already got quite a bit done.
That definitely makes sense. I guess you inspire me to be positive, huh? I'm not going to turn into your parents, Lizzie. Then we can get a cat. On our next day off together, we can go the shelter. Why didn't she want you getting a pet? ...I didn't think people actually had pet rocks. It seems a bit odd. Why did you name it George? I'm not surprised. You've always been a fast worker.
Hey, excuse me. Do you know where I could find St. Louis Cathedral?
The St. Louis Cathedral? You're looking for Jackson Square. You're not far. Are you a touridt?
Ghosts That We Knew | Raven & Will
Raven had always felt bad, disliking Will’s father, especially when they had been together for so long, family dinners and holidays were common place. The frost between them was always palpable, and Raven knew it made everyone feel awkward. She’d greet him with a “Hello, William.” and a small smile, and generally, that was the end of their contact for the evening. Though, Raven always made sure to call him William, despite the rest of Will’s family insisting that she call him Will. She had to provide some disconnect between Will and his father, because sometimes she just couldn’t believe her Will had been raised by him.—But these days, Raven didn’t blink twice when besmirching the man’s name.
She ground her teeth out of stubbornness at his question, and she replied with a low ‘no’ through her teeth, despite knowing that it was most likely rhetorical. She knew that he understood his privilege, and knew that he understood her lack of it, but sometimes she just wanted to scream at how unfair it was. She wanted to bring him back to her past, show him all the times that her parents struggled to put food on the table, and not for lack of trying. She wanted to show him that no matter how smart you were, sometimes brains only got you as far as a job as a mechanic, or working at a convenience store…Or as a waitress at a slimy bar. She wanted to show him just how hard it was sometimes, what his life would have been like if he had never been adopted. That if it weren’t for his luck in life, they could be in the exact same position this very moment.
"You can rent a five bedroom house here for the cost of a two bedroom apartment in Boston." she corrected him, wanting to prove him wrong, although he was so right. Having to move yourself and your things was no cheap task, flights were astronomical and shipping prices ridiculous. Also being unable to pick up working right away and having to take a few weeks off after Ryan’s birth definitely blew through her savings. "Well, with a dead father, a retired mother and my siblings practically all in higher education or about to graduate, I wasn’t needed." She replied, not even acknowledging his point of ‘escaping’, not even factoring him into her reasons for leaving…Or at least that’s what she wanted him to think. She just wanted this to end, to stop this conversation, to stop their contact…Because dear god would that be easier, for both of them she imagined. Her stomach was tied up in knots while a deep, throbbing ache had taken it’s place somewhere deep inside, and she couldn’t even imagine what he had to be feeling, because at least she had chose this, she had prepared herself for that pain that still lingered from three years ago.
"Well, at least I’m living.” She replied, her tone just as snide as his own. It was another reason she had never liked Will’s father, he had always seemed dead inside, the perfect life he led freezing everything inside, with no excitement or imperfections to get his blood pumping. And Raven had always been afraid that he would make Will just like him. And in her moment of bitterness, she believed he had done just that. “My life might suck sometimes, but it’s those times that make the good times that much better, that make life worth living. Can’t say the same for that perfect little life you’re living.” Honestly, she didn’t know anything about his life, but it made her feel better about her own to let herself believe that his life was how she described it, than actually perfect.
“Go fuck yourself, Will." was her final and last reply to him before she strode in through the door he held open for her, angrily, her ponytail swishing with her exaggerated strides.
"I'm sure that's the only reason." Will muttered lowly, still not believing her. No matter what she said, he would probably always believe that she left Boston to stop him from tracking her down again. It made sense, after all. He had debated finding her more than once. He had tried her phone right after she had left, only to find it disconnected. None of the other numbers he had tried worked. It was only Grace that had stopped him from going to Raven's parent's apartment and tracking her down in order to get an explanation. His sister had told him that Ray had left for a reason and all he would be doing is make himself look like a creepy stalker if he went looking for her. It had left a bad taste in his mouth but he had left it alone, waiting for Raven to make the first move. She never had.
"Your... your father died?" He asked, his voice cracking. He had liked Raven's father. Hell, he had liked her whole family. Unlike his family, Raven's family had always been easy to get along with and talk to. Nothing was serious in her family and while they might be poverty ridden, he could always tell there was a lot of love. It always made him feel better to be around them, even if he knew people often thought he was slumming it. Raven made him happy and she loved her family so being around them made him happy in turn. That was all he wanted anyways, for Raven to be happy. If she was happy without him, maybe some day he could come to accept that. He hoped at some point it would get easier. "I'm sorry to hear that." He told her, nodding his head in respect. He knew he sounded a bit robotic but he didn't want her to see any more emotion in him than she needed to see.
Will felt his anger rising up again at her words. "Don't pretend to know my life, Raven Constantine." He growled, his voice low and an uncharacteristic threat in his voice. "You forfeited that right when you left." He shook his head, tiring of this angry back and forth. "If you're happy with your life, then great. I'm happy you're living. But so am I. You broke me, Ray. You don't have a right to judge how I put it back together when you left a Raven sized hole in it." He pursed his lips together, trying not to say anything he regretted. "My life might not be as exciting as yours, but it's my life. And I like it." He finished, somewhat petulantly. She had always managed to get under his skin when they were fighting. It was a talent of hers.
"I don't need to. I have someone to do it for me." He mumbled, not loud enough for her to hear. Some part of him didn't want to tell her about Elizabeth. He didn't know why not, but it felt wrong. He stalked back to the table and sat down, ignoring the confused looks of the people around him. He waved off their concerned comments, not wanting to get into it. He just wanted to go home and be left alone. This day couldn't be over fast enough.
Never took you for the arranged marriage type, Will.
Uh…You know, sometimes, sometimes not.
Well, the first girl I wanted to marry kinda left.
Oh. That makes sense. Anything serious?
…Engaged?
Wow—Good for you, Sinclair.
She's the daughter of a friend of my parents. Her name is Elizabeth Montgomery.
Thank you. --- Are you seeing anyone?