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@victor-kedves
Family/Childhood + Victor Kedves
“Victor, swear to me that you’ll love your mother relentlessly, honor my legacy, and outlive both of us.” - Hugo Kedves
Hugo Erik Kedves : Joaquin Phoenix : 14 April 1972 - 29 January 2035
Eliza Maryse Kedves (Née Wilkins) : Diane Lane : 13 July 1977 - 3 September 2043
Victor Gabriel Kedves : Matthew Daddario : 24 March 2018 - Present
Questionnaire + Victor Kedves
PLACE IN SOCIETY
financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.
medical: fit? / moderate / sickly? / disabled / disadvantaged.
class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.
education: qualified??? / unqualified / studying.
criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.
FAMILY
married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.
has a child or children / has no children / wants children.
close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.
orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).
TRAITS + TENDENCIES
extroverted / introverted / in between.
disorganized / organized / in between.
close minded / open-minded / in between.
calm / anxious / in between.
disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
cautious / reckless / in between.
patient / impatient / in between.
outspoken / reserved / in between.
leader / follower / in between.
empathetic / unemphatic / in between.
optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
traditional / modern / in between.
hard-working / lazy / in between.
cultured / un-cultured / in between.
loyal / disloyal / in between.
faithful / unfaithful / unknown.
BELIEFS:
monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.
belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.
philosophical: yes / no.
OPINIONS
pro-choice / anti-abortion / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.
left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.
SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION
heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.
sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.
romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.
sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.
potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.
potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.
ABILITIES
combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
HABITS
drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
When doctors are like “what are your symptoms” and you’re like “dude I don’t even know I just kinda live like this”
Halloween 2k44 + Victor Kedves
“I figure I’d be doing a pretty shit job of imitating Houdini if I didn’t take a punch every now and then.”
(Going as Tyler Durden from Fight Club).
donlandonochoa
Landon held his glass up, wiggling his hand just enough to make the amber colored liquid slosh around, “There’s one way to fix that,”
“I really wish I could. I so wish I could. Especially since the rule is that we can’t get messy drunk while on the clock - we’re allowed to drink a little, we get the 40% off employee discount, all that so long as we keep it low key.” Victor ended the explanation with a pause, followed by a pained groan as he rolled his head back. “But I really hate this song, I basically have no impulse control whatsoever, and ‘messy drunk’ would happen so quickly.”
fasterharperkillkill
Harper’s eyes widened in interest at his comment as she walked closer to Victor. “And here I thought I came up with it myself. Now I want to know the other times?” She added before an easy smile fell on her face. Harper always felt comfortable around the people at Scoobies. She felt pretty damn comfortable everywhere though. “ It is a classic but it really should be done to “Girl You’ll Be A Woman Soon” It’s a sexier song to dance to if you can handle the slow tempo. You could always ask or break it?”
Steeling a casual expression onto his face, Victor answered, “Oh, a ton of people call me that - the housekeepers at the Inn, a few of my cousins, the Dominatrix I meet with every Tuesday, my prison husband-” he continued, until the temptation to burst into laughter became too strong. As he composed himself, he clarified, “For real though, one of the housekeepers has, for sure, called me that before... or, she more of sneered it because she thinks I’m up to no good? But whatever. And as far as the song thing goes, as a cashier without the stripping experience to give constructive criticism, and also without the spare however many dollars to buy a new speaker, I think it’d be more appropriate for you to do any sort of intervene-ing.”
asimplemanncan
Bevan tried his best to look innocent, hiding a smirk behind a purposely blank expression, “I have no idea what you’re talking about." He peered down at his own shoes, then at Victor’s, before deciding that the other man was right. "What else could we throw at the speaker?" As the words slipped out of Bevan’s smirking mouth, his gaze quickly fell behind the shop counter, “Anything?”
“Well, I did inventory this morning, so I can think of a couple things that would definitely fuck that speaker up. However, I do kind of like my job, and I feel like damaging both the speaker and whichever piece of expensive sex paraphernalia we’d decide to throw at it might be a little self-sabotaging in that respect. But maybe-” Victor mused while sliding out from behind the counter and regarding Bevan with a slow, clever smirk, “-we’re goin’ about this the wrong way.” While easily navigating the racks and shelves of the store, he elaborated, “-cause I know for a fact that this song is gonna keep going for a least two more minutes...” There was a momentary pause before he added, “-three if you count the animal noises at the end...” Once again winding through the shop, he called out a questioning, “So...” before returning to the check-out counter with two pairs of fuzzy, military-grade noise-canceling earmuffs “-thoughts on soft-core sensory deprivation?”
milesfromlittlebighorn
His cleverness earned him a subtle, pointed quirk of Miles’ brow, paired, of course, with a soft grin. Approaching the counter, setting fingers next to the register, Miles drummed a moment before motioning with a nod. “Well, technically, I’m a customer, but I ain’t paying. Not yet anyway.” But he refuted the statement only with the intention to tease, “But if the boss asks though, you can tell him, it was a condition of my patronage. You had change the damn song before me, and my bathroom privileges, decided to mosy on outta here. Without buying a single damn thing, too.”
Grinning, thankful for the customer’s pleasant sense of humor, Victor answered affirmatively, “Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” before maneuvering his way through the club. Not a minute later, Jungle Boogie faded out mid-chorus, and was replaced by a bubbly-sounding synthetic beat. Returning with an expression that was equal parts hopeful smile and cringing frown, he approached the man once again. “Okay, so I really try not to make snap judgements about people, but your use of ‘mosy’ vaguely implied that early 2000′s pop hits wouldn’t be your idea of an improvement on the music selection. I relayed this to the boss-man, but he really likes Nicki Minaj, so I have been advised to offer you a drink on the house, y’know, to apologize for any inconvenience, and to persuade you to buy more alcohol from us - thus increasing the value of bathroom privileges.”
“Friends with Maverick”? - Victor + Jeanne
ohohjeanne
“I guess so,” Jeanne replied, rolling her shoulders, “I’ve never actually worked with him. I think it’d be weird to work with my brother. I don’t take directions well and honestly, we’d probably end up killing each other.” She laughed, “I think you’re one of the few people he’s worked with that isn’t related to us.”
"Somewhere else?” Jeanne asked, lifting a brow curiously, “Where else would you rather be?” She couldn’t help but laugh at the voodoo mountain comment, apparently he had already noticed that he was currently stuck in hell, “I’ve spent a lot of time outside, but I’ve actually only stayed at the Bear Inn once. I don’t really remember what it’s like. My mom and I used to spend the night in hotels just for the heck of it when I was a kid, though. Portland is about six hours away from here and we’d stay in a hotel halfway through even though we could have driven without stopping.” Jeanne shrugged, “We’d get room service and free cable and all that good stuff. It was kind of fun.”
“After you,” Jeanne grabbed her keys off the hook by the front door and motioned for Victor to back up, allowing her to exit the apartment. She groaned uneasily, "I’ll try, but I’m probably the worst person to ask,” she admitted, crinkling her nose, “I think it’s just a bunch of hysteria. One guy says something and then the next thing you know, everyone’s claiming to be Joan of Arc. I mean, that’s basically it. We’re all reincarnations. That’s why the town’s so weird, that’s why no one gets out.” Jeanne spoke in a sarcastic manner, her feelings clearly painted on her sleeve, but she had no idea how spot on she was. “It’s no UFO crash of ‘47 but I guess every town has its own thing.“
Victor laughed at how correct Jeanne’s statement felt. Sure, he’d only spent a handful of moments with each Wilcox sibling, but each had a very distinct personality, and it was easy to notice how aggressively the two could clash. “So, you don’t act or do anything else in the videos Maverick makes - but would you be interested in the acting, singing, performing - all of that kind of stuff - if he wasn’t a part of it?”
Stepping back, he let Jeanne lead the way before responding. “And I don’t really have a set-in-stone ‘happy place’ with coordinates or anything, moving around is just what’s most comfortable - and like, oddly natural - which I have no complaints about.” Then, at the mention of the Bear Inn, Victor reassured Jeanne, “I promise, aside from the very strong ‘small town’ overtones, it’s pretty much like any other Inn.” He listened with quiet intrigue as she explained the pastime she shared with her mother, smiling a bit himself at the familial warmth. “Portland’s always sounded cool, it’s nice to know that the same goes for the hotels along the way. And since we’ve already established the importance of moving around and getting fresh air, if you get tired of Norbury, would you ever try that again? Like, doing a cross-Oregon road-trip, everything like you did when you were younger, just on somewhat of a larger scale? I swear to god, I’m not trying to promo nomadism, it’s just a thought.”
Muddling through memories of gagging into a wastebasket in the Norbury Health Clinic waiting room, he matched a lot of what Jeanne said to the bits and pieces of the legend explanation he’d initially gotten from the clinic secretary. “Aaah, okay. A lot of the little slogans I’ve seen in shop windows make a lot more sense now. Well, I mean it’s... mildly unorthodox? I don’t know, but like, no one’s incredibly militant about it being true, and it’s not any kind of Blair Witch / Camp Crystal Lake sort of thing...” He shrugged simply, before jolting a bit, remembering a rather pressing question he had about the girl’s explanation. “Oh - yeah, when you say ‘no one gets out’ is that because people go full-on Beautiful Mind with wall diagrams about who they are or whatever? ‘Cause that’s the only real cult-sounding red flag.”
Liquor Run - Victor + Fiona
and-i-told-you-i-was-trouble
“It’s honestly neither of those thing’s but I’m not really a great driver to begin with though. I wish I knew the answer, but I don’t I just know sometimes people say awful shit about me, like being called town slut. “ Fiona replied honestly. She never really understood why people could be so mean but she tried to see the good in everyone despite it. “ I’m a Moreau. We haven’t had the best reputation in the town. “
Fiona nodded her head realizing which cousin it was they were talking about. “No I have a cousin that is an ass to everyone except for women, but the one whose just an ass to me is Maverick. I love him like he’s a brother, but sometimes he says thing’s to me that are really hurtful. “She added.
“Jesus, that’s fucked up. Like, I can’t even...” Victor thought out-loud, furrowing his brow as he talked. “So it’s people around town that say that? Neighbors, classmates, whatever - people you’ve lived your whole life with? Cause, I dunno, this seems like the kind of town where everyone knows everyone, and from what I’ve seen, they’re nice enough to each other in public, but I don’t really catch any gossip unless the housekeepers start talking really loudly in the motel room next to mine.” A quick smile quirked itself onto his face before he continued. “And I don’t think I’ve met any of your family, but I don’t imagine any of them could be too...” Unable to find whatever word would work out there, he opted to just allow the sentence to fade out.
Listening to Fiona talk about her extended family, the gears turned in Victor’s head, and he paused for a moment once she was finished, before commenting, “Y’know that thing I said about not having met any of your family? I think I take that back. I mean, I haven’t met any Moreau’s, but I’m like, 99% sure that I know your cousin? Last name Wilcox, really formal, directs movies, has a sister named Jeanne? Well, I’ve met Jeanne too, so I guess that’s two cousins... Shit, sorry - I didn’t mean to jump right over the Maverick being an ass to you thing, it’s just, the family thing is really surprising.”
Aesthetics + Victor Kedves
“One way or another, we all want to escape. When ordinary life shackles us, we need to get away. Get away from boredom; from pain; from fear. But not me. Fear is how I know I'm alive. Unlike other people I don't escape life. I escape death...Hell of a way to make a living.”
high-society-hannah
Hannah walked into the shop and realized as soon as she opened the door she was horribly lost. “ Oh no” Hannah replied covering her eyes. “ Hello, sorry. I must have got turned around again. “ How can such a small town be so confusing? “ Where am I?” She asked still covering her eyes
More than happy to be distracted from the early 1970′s hit, Victor gratefully left his spot behind the counter and approached the young woman. “Hey, no worries, it happened to me a couple of times when I first got here - and this is Scoobie’s, by the way. It’s a... well, yeah - technically, it’s a gentlemen’s club - but directions-wise, you’re a couple blocks south of main street.” And upon actually noticing that the girl was covering her eyes, he cringed sheepishly, commenting, “Sorry, this place can kind of be a lot if you’re not really expecting it.”
asimplemanncan
“For me, it’s catchy. I loved it the first time, second time, and now the third time it’s played tonight. I don’t want to throw a shoe at the speaker at all.”
“Y’know, I’m not entirely sure I believe that, but okay,” Victor replied, a jokingly skeptical smirk partially evident on his face. “By the way, I’m completely on board if you do change your mind about throwing things at the speaker - just maybe not shoes, since yours look pretty important, and mine wouldn’t do enough damage.”
fasterharperkillkill
“What’s wrong handcuff man? ”Harper smiled as she walked into the shop after having done her set. She wrapped a robe around her so she didn’t just say hello completely naked. “This place could use some sound proofing. I could always tell her to change her music. Her performance isn’t very exciting is it?” The stripper replied looking outside briefly.
“Awh shucks, I think that’s the nicest tone anyone’s ever used while calling me handcuff man,” Victor retorted, a grin tugging up at the corners of his mouth, but returning his attention to the funk song playing throughout the club prompted a sigh from him as he ruffled his hair. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for someone stripping to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack dressed as Uma Thurman, however, I really wouldn’t mind it if they figured out how to get the entire place off of one single comm system.”
donlandonochoa
“What?” Landon turned to Victor, chuckling into his drink at the man’s expression, “You don’t want to shake it around?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna be real and say that I’m not really feeling dancing,” Victor answered honestly, “-mostly because this song just started its third play of the night, and I’m as sober as a Boy Scout right now.”
lastriversgirl
Of course, this had to be the place the kids had to run into as an attempt to get away from her. Nancy was getting closer and closer everyday to just going and buying a child leash. Pushing her rumbled hair out of her face, she went up to the nearest worker and asked “I’m sorry but have you seen three kids run in here? Or can you help me find them. If they see me they will run away, again. Please?”
“Yeah, just give me a hot second,” Victor called, sliding out from behind the counter and quickly moving to lock up the back door to the shop. Returning to the girl, he told her, “Okay, I haven’t seen any kids come into the store, so I’d guess they’re probably hiding somewhere in the club... which is actually better since it’s not open open yet and everybody’s still wearing clothes for the next two-and-a-half hours.” Once he’d locked up the interior entrance to the shop, Victor glanced around the club, his eyes landing on the distressed young woman. “How old are they?”
milesfromlittlebighorn
“Crime against humanity.” Miles agreed; poking around, lifting up a shot glass that, of course, boasted a large, red Scoobies in fancy script across the side. Nine clams for a damn shot glass was a whole lot more than he was willing to pay, and the music was fixing to chase him out with an ear worm. “I reckon there has to be some sort of union representative you could complain to about this. It sure ain’t doing nothing to make me wanna buy any of this; quite the opposite, in fact.”
Acknowledging the man with a smile that was equal parts warm and weary, Victor replied, “I appreciate the suggestion - and I might be wrong here - but like, I’m pretty sure cashiers don’t have a union, and I’m definitely sure that pimps wouldn’t be a thing if sex workers had a union, so I’m guessing the chances of a sex-shop cashiers’ union intervening on this and ending our torment that way are really slim. But you sir, are a paying customer, which grants you the right to request a song change,” he concluded, pausing briefly before amending his statement with, “-and the right to use the bathroom here, but that’s kind of beside the point.”
