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valentine's day.

rowan briar.

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slightly annoyed.

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the carnival kissing booth.

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PotatochipsRlit

Rowan had just finished giving a grandpa the time of his fucking life by kissing him. She was going to give the people their money's worth. She was slightly enjoying herself as it had mostly been older people who just wanted a peck. She hadn't signed up to make out with people. No, that was for when she was drunk.

When the next person approached, Rowan was thoroughly caught off guard. It was Handy fucking Manny. Her face screwed up tight and she had to fight to get it to relax. She took a deep breathe. Her go to defense was to be an asshole.

"Who are you again? I almost break a lot of people's noses."

The line was painfully true to the point as fighting was why she was in so much trouble.

"But sadly I am on the clock so I can't afford to punch anyone right now."

She gave him a sweet smile,

"Do you want a kiss? Just for you, it'll be $5."

The price advertised was $3 but Rowan was banking on him seeing that.

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now playing: cursive - billie marten

Molly refused to look at the test nearby. She didn't want her life to change even more than it already had. And if her parents found out that not only was she living with 'some guy' (even though she knew Clay well enough now and trusted him), but she was also pregnant for him? The shame it would cause them. If this test wasn't negative...how could she live with herself? All it would do, besides bring shame to her parents, was prove to them that this whole 'good girl gone bad' act had backfired spectacularly on her end of things. She couldn't go crawling back to them now begging for forgiveness. No - if that test was positive, she could forget that.

Hopefully it was just a scare. But the nagging feeling that it wasn't just wouldn't go away.

She didn't even notice that Clay had arrived back at the apartment until it was too late. And when he took her hands in his, the tears began to freefall. "You're going to hate me. You're going to hate me so much, and then you'll kick me out, and then I'll be all alone again in the cold." Molly couldn't look him in the eyes. She still hadn't explained, nor turned the test over to see the results. "I...I think I might be pregnant. I took a test, but...I haven't looked at it. I'm so sorry, Clay, I didn't mean to trap you in whatever this is...whatever we are. If you don't want to see me again, I'll be out of here as soon as you say the word."

wearing: i will never be myself
tags: PrincessAveRedfern (Clay)

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Molly Harding

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Mikey was unsure of how Wren was feeling about the new hairstyle. After all, it had taken him quite a while to get used to it himself. His parents hated it, particularly his mother. Molly was disappointed as usual, but not surprised. And Marley? Well, since he didn't really talk to her like that, he didn't know. But he'd much rather keep it that way. Word obviously would have already gotten back to her by now. But it was just hair - it would grow back eventually, and he wasn't smooth and shiny bald anymore. (The baldness, by the way? Terrified him.)

If only his parents knew that he was shaking his groove thing for the patrons of the club...yeah, it was better that they didn't. He was saving up for a really nice apartment, and if they kicked him out now, it wouldn't be good. They had already turned Molly's old room into a home office. Mikey hoped that she didn't want it back anytime soon, if ever. And if she did? Well, he didn't want to be around to find out.

She was, like, totally in love with that no-good rock star bad boy roommate of hers that he disapproved of. She was too young and too pretty to be getting involved with that ugly, ulterior motive-minded man. If he ended up hurting her, he was going to go full big brother mode on him.

But anyway, Mikey was relieved to find out that Wren wasn't allergic to chocolate or strawberries. He watched in awe as Wren ate one of the strawberries, seemingly as if in slow motion. His cheeks flamed with heat - that was hot. But Wren probably didn't see him as anything more than a new friend. Mikey knew that he himself was a total catch, and was totally available for some romantical type behavior, but he didn't know how he felt. Coming out and asking felt like torture. So he didn't - instead, he popped open his own container of sweets and bit into a strawberry, careful not to get any on his shirt. He was a messy eater as is, but Wren didn't know that.

"Nah, you're good. You didn't know I was bringing anything, don't worry about it." Mikey spoke while chewing. And when they made their way over to the group of ghost tour people, his face lost all its color - he had all but forgotten that they were doing the spooky scary ghost tour. But, ever the perseverer, he quickly regained his composure. "This isn't going to be scary at all. I'm not gonna get scared because I'm a tough dude. Now, if you need to hold my hand during the tour, you totally can, but I'm not scared. Never have been, never will."

wearing: let's waste another day of the weekend
tags: celestialbody (Wren)

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Mikey Harding

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now playing: the devil - banks

Tori didn't resist when the officer fastened the handcuffs around her wrists. After all, she knew that even when she'd be sent to jail, it would be one of the cushier ones for the wealthy. Her lawyer would make sure of that. Did she have one yet? No, but she would. But for now, she remained silent as her fingerprints and fabulous mugshots were taken. Even while in police custody, Tori always found a way to make the camera love her.

Why did Tori turn herself in nearly immediately after the stabbing? Well, she figured that if Casper actually survived this damn thing, he'd rat her out to the police. And even if he didn't, she still had eyewitnesses and the flower shop cameras putting her at the scene of the crime. Tori wasn't stupid. Concocting some elaborate lie to try and save her ass was fruitless. She would have been caught regardless of if she had tried to run or hide.

Tori couldn't help but cackle when the officer took the knife, still saturated with Casper's blood, from her. He definitely deserved what was coming to him. This bitter hatred of Casper had stemmed back years ago, when they were actually friends in the hectic world of first world upper-class problems. She had missed one little event that she was supposed to be there for, supporting him in his endeavors, and he blew up on her. So this feud between them was all his fault. Tori was just getting even.

"Do I get one phone call, Mr. Officer?" Tori batted her eyelashes at the man from within the cell she was being held in. She didn't know who she'd call if granted the opportunity. There had to be some decent lawyer around these parts specializing in getting pretty girls off altogether, or, if not, a good sentence.

wearing: certified, i ain't the nice one
tags: mention of Casper, ShellBelles (Kingston)

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Victoria Sinclair

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now playing: 3 a.m. - gregory alan isakov

Gage and T'kaya were constantly working on music together. He really enjoyed her company and the way that her brain worked when it came down to the music. Today was like no other day in his mind. It was Valentine's Day, but he had never had a valentine of his own, so there were no thoughts of happy romantic things swirling around that big head of his. He wasn't dressed too fancy, nor too casual, and he had his guitar case in hand as he walked to the studio, eager to work on a new project with his fellow music-loving friend. Gage might not have been ready to debut his own songs, but working on them with T'kaya had given him a small boost of confidence. He had texted her to give a heads up that he was on his way, but he wasn't expecting whatever he had stumbled upon when he entered the studio.

Candles, flower petals, and a picnic basket? Was he in the right place? Or was T'kaya expecting someone else?

It's not for music. Well, then, what was it for? Certainly it wasn't for him. They were just friends, and Gage figured that she wasn't interested in him like that. But as he listened to her explanation, a sudden look of realization flashed in his eyes. She was into him. This was new. He had gotten so used to living his life on his own without any romantic suitors that hearing the words come out of her mouth took him by utter surprise.

Gage blinked a few times. Then a smile slowly crossed his lips. "You did this...all for me?" Nobody had ever put that much effort into doing something like this for him. "Thank you. I really like it." He had never really considered that his friendly feelings for T'kaya had slowly morphed into something more akin to a crush over time. It was different, but in a good way. "And, uh...we can do the date. I've never actually...been on one before, so you're going to have to take the lead here."

wearing: well, i don't mind the rain
tags: travelbypages (T'kaya)

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Gage Browning

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now playing: i remember - lena fayre

Art wasn't Harriet's thing. Crafts also weren't Harriet's thing. Combine the two and guess what? Arts and crafts definitely weren't Harriet's thing. But she couldn't exactly make a run for it now that the woman had approached her to be partners. Maybe she could feign some enthusiasm for it, at least until the activity was over. She owed it to both the organizers and her new partner. But once it was over, she was hightailing it out of there.

The sound of the woman's voice drew her back into the present as Harriet listened to her gush over art and an art class she had apparently took in the past. She seemed sweet, unlike her bitter and cynical self. But Harriet needed to make new friends, and she needed to get over herself. She brought some materials closer to her as her partner introduced herself as Josephine - or Jo. Guess she needed to do the same. "Harriet Dunlap. And no, I'm not a big art fan, but since I'm here, I might as well make the most of it. What's the project we're supposed to be making?"

wearing: in the arms of grotesque company
tags: ShellBelles (Jo)

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Harriet Dunlap

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[PrincessAveRedfern]

Lawson Blake Hale

Constable

Location

Hale House

"I hope she likes Tulips"

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travelbypages -Talisa

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awson looked down at Tali, noticing the way she pulled back, her voice trembling with a stutter born of nerves. When she asked if he was okay, his face went blank. He wasn’t thinking of himself—only her. Taking a moment to process his emotions, he replied softly,

“I’ll be fine.”

Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“I know you don’t know what to do,”

he murmured, his hand sliding down to her chin, lifting it slightly.

“This isn’t something we ever expected. But if you let yourself panic, you’ll only make yourself feel worse.”

He kissed her forehead gently, his worry for her evident.

Without hesitation, Lawson scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed with her cradled close, he said reassuringly,

“Whatever you decide will be the right decision, Tali. I’ll support you.”

His voice was calm but firm as he added,

“You don’t have to decide anything today. Let’s just sit here and let it all sink in.”

Pressing his forehead against hers, he whispered,

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone in this—I won’t leave you to face it by yourself.”

He held her close, his voice barely audible, as though speaking louder might shatter the fragile moment.

“Let it out,”

he urged gently.

“Let me be your comfort.”

Lawson’s thoughts swirled with fear—he couldn’t bear to lose her or let her face this pain alone. For now, she was his priority, his world. He knew the time would come when he’d have to confront his own feelings about this situation, but for now, all that mattered was being there for her.

 

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Carmen Hyde

Do not forget what I am

Who the hell orders Four vodka sodas in one hour? Carmen didn’t know, not did she really care. As long as they were tipping her, they could order whatever the hell they wanted.

A couple sat down at the far end of the bar. The woman ordered a chilled glass of white wine and the man, a whiskey—neat. They’d been sipping and chatting like they were the only ones at the bar. The man, who’s name fell from the woman’s lips, brushed a piece of the hair from the woman’s face. Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip seductively at him. Carmen rolled her eyes, but for some reason she couldn’t peel her eyes away. She needed what they had, maybe not in the literal sense. She didn’t need the romance, all the mushy-gushy feelings. She just needed a cover.

“Hi, um, could I get another glass of wine?” The woman held up her empty glass. She looked impatient. How long had Carmen been staring at them?

Carmen recovered quickly, placing the cloth she’d been using to dry off the freshly cleaned highball glass down and then she reached for the bottle. It was sitting in the well, getting cold. She stepped over and topped off the woman’s glass.

“Excuse me, could I get another vodka soda?”

Carmen’s head snapped up, another woman sat down at the bar and then another at the opposite end. She placed the recently cleaned highball on the counter and added ice to it. A man sat down next to the woman ordering all the vodka sodas. He smelled like cigarettes. Carmen sent him a cheerful smile while combining tonic water and vodka to the glass.

“What can I get you sir?”she asked him, since he was the closet.

“I’ll have that Hazy IPA.”

She slid the woman her fifth vodka soda and reached for a pint glass. Then, she began to fill it up with the bitter liquid.

Carmen turned her head, trying to catch the attention of another one of the Bar patrons. She was pretty, prettier than her usual costumers.

“What can I get started for you, hun?” She placed the full beer on the counter, in front of the man and then moved to stand in front of the woman. She wiped her hands on a cloth that was tucked into the pocket of her apron. The woman was prettier up close, Carmen gave her a sweet smile.

“Are you starting a tab tonight?”

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[PrincessAveRedfern]

Kennedy Redfern

Auto Shop Co-Owner

Location

Valentine Carnival

"I am so screwed"

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PotatochipsRlit -Bryson

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ennedy finally gathered the courage to look up at him, just as his eyes met hers. The fear and confusion in his gaze made another tear slip down her cheek. She tried to steady her trembling voice.

“Two days,”

she confessed softly.

“I’ve known for two days. I was trying to figure out the right time to tell you. I didn’t want it to come out like this.”

Her voice began to falter.

“At first, I thought it was a mistake—something wrong with the test. But I tried again yesterday and today…”

She shook her head, her hands trembling as her voice cracked further. Every part of her felt like it was breaking, and she could feel herself nearing the edge.

“I wasn’t scared to tell you,”

she continued, turning her face away as another tear fell, which she quickly wiped away with her sleeve.

“I was scared of telling you at the wrong time. I didn’t want to ruin things.”

The lively chatter of carnival-goers momentarily distracted her, reminding her to hold herself together. But she could hear snippets of their conversations—some speculating that they were fighting or breaking up—and that only deepened her fear. This was her worst nightmare: bringing something so personal into such a public space and being unable to take it back.

She braced herself for his reaction, expecting anger or disappointment. Maybe he’d walk away, leave for Paris, and never look back. She wouldn’t blame him; she hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. Recklessness had led her here, but he had made her laugh, smile, and feel real love—something she now feared losing in an instant. The knot in her stomach tightened with every passing second of silence between them.

All she wanted was for him to hold her, to reassure her that he wasn’t angry, that everything would be okay. But why would he be okay with this? Why wouldn’t he be upset? Her mind spiraled into worst-case scenarios, each one more painful than the last. It felt like history repeating itself—an echo of Asher’s situation with Darcy—and she could feel her heart breaking under the weight of it all.

 

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Engaged

Carson Heart

Carson raised an eyebrow, slightly squinting as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Oh, is that right?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, laced with feigned disappointment. "What a pity... such a shame... I mean, he was such a 'wonderful' boyfriend, wasn't he? Great guy!" His words dripped with sarcasm; deep down, he loathed the guy…Kyle, of all names. As if the moniker wasn't bad enough, the guy was just plain ugly. Liv deserved more.. she ought to elevate her standards.

He nudged her gently as she sat next to him, his eyes brightening with anticipation. "Canceled?" he asked with a raised brow. "I bet it was you who pulled the plug.. why would he ditch someone like you?" He met her gaze with sincerity, and for a moment, he wanted her to know how incredible she truly was. It irked him that she kept going back to that loser. "Oh?" he exhaled smoke, casting a side glance at her as she revealed her joyous news: her breakup with Kyle. Finally, he thought.

letting the idea sink in for a moment as he bobbed his head, searching for the right words that wouldn’t set her off. "Ah.. what are we going to do with you Liv..?" He wrapped his free arm around her, pulling her close. "Screw him," he said, rubbing her arm in a comforting manner.


"You deserve someone who treats you right, someone who actually shows up… and hell.. Actually someone who’s a little good looking..you can’t have an ugly personality with looks to match.." He mused, recalling how he had harbored feelings for her back in high school, but once she got involved with Kyle, he had stepped back. He couldn’t help but wonder how different things might have been if Liv had ever returned his feelings.

While he considered offering her his joint, the notion didn't sit right with him..especially as he wouldn't want to push her into harmful habits, even if she already smoked. "You look sexy as fuck.. Ya’ kidding Liv..? If that didn’t make him rethink his choices, well, he’s clearly blind." Releasing his hold on her, he leaned in to ruffle her dog’s head, grinning.


"I’m just messing with you," he shot her a sideways glance. "Yeah, you’ve got the looks, no doubt, but your personality.. Everything within.. Is what stands out the most..” he blew a cloud of smoke away, glancing back at her, letting his gaze linger on hers for a moment before glancing away.

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Manuel Barker

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Manuel couldn't help but flash a smirk as he caught her gaze; it was as if she was trying to place him, her expression a mixture of recognition and ice-cold aloofness. He didn't take the chill personally, knowing well that during their earlier conversation .. drivenby alcohol..she had shown a fiery side. Now, with her sobriety evident, he couldn't help but wonder just how much her demeanor had shifted.

"Handy Manny, Sad to see you forgot," he said, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk, his palms pressed down as if to emphasize his point. "Your infamous kidnapper..ring any bells?" he teased, fully aware that she likely remembered him.

The curious glances from the people around them didn’t faze him; he never let it faze him.. "I’m digging the look..Cupid?" he asked, tilting his head toward the bow she held and the adorable headband perched on her head. "Red really suits you," he added, his gaze flickering briefly to her lipstick before redirecting his focus, enjoying the tease rather than the temptation.. He wasn't interested in her like that.

It was obvious she felt a bit awkward in her outfit, and that was precisely why he kept poking fun… "Is that the whole deal? Getting a kiss from Cupid? I thought the legend was that Cupid shot someone with an arrow and boom, they fall in love," he joked, locking eyes with her for a fleeting moment before glancing around, his expression shifting as he processed her question.

"Five bucks, huh? I could have sworn it was three or something," he replied, but he still fished out a five-dollar bill, holding it up between his fingers as he met her gaze again.

A part of him couldn’t shake thoughts of Autumn, the girl who he had feelings for, and he wondered if kissing this girl would even matter since he and Autumn weren’t officially together. "Mmm," he hummed, leaning closer to her face, contemplating before placing the bill in the jar. "Put the money toward whatever cause you’re raising it for.. I don’t need a kiss," he said, stepping back and tucking his hands into his pockets. "But hey, why don’t we get out of here..? I’m sure there’s another perfect candidate for playing the Cupid people-kisser," he snorted, wanting to keep the mood light and not make her uncomfortable.

The last thing he wanted was for her to feel awkward about kissing yet another random guy. He had no intention of adding to her tally of the day. Instead, he aimed to be her refuge,"Well..?" he asked, standing tall and casting a quick glance over his shoulder at the crowd behind him.

Naturally, there was a line; Rowan was undeniably attractive. While she didn’t exactly set his heart racing, he found her intriguing in her own right. He wasn’t the type to get all worked up over appearances anyway.

"I can guarantee you’ll have a better chance of avoiding mono if you ditch this crowd and come with me," he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips as he tuned out the grumbling voices of those waiting behind him.

Sure Thing

Miguel

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Bored, agitated.

Lacey Dixon

Lacey was having one hell of a day, and she was fed up with it. Between the nonstop barrage of calls from clients at work and her mother nagging her about family drama, all she craved was a moment to herself, a chance to breathe.

In a fit of frustration, she slammed the door in her mom's face during yet another pointless argument; they had been stuck in this exhausting back-and-forth for weeks, and she was done with the stagnation.
Now, here she stood in front of a bar, a place she hadn't visited in ages..since her college days, to be exact. Those memories flooded back, filled with shallow friendships and fleeting 'boyfriends' she never really cared about, even if public affection was still displayed, it was superficial.

It was all so ridiculous, and she couldn't help but wonder why she ever bothered. Relationships, whether deep or superficial, were the last thing on her mind. Well, maybe she had the time for one, but did she want it? Hell no. Men were the last thing she wanted to deal with, even if they hadn’t done anything wrong. (no offense men)

With those thoughts swirling, she pushed through the bar's entrance, the stench of alcohol and sweat hitting her like a brick wall. For a supposedly upscale joint, she expected a better aroma, but she shrugged it off and found a spot at the bar, tossing her things aside.
She glanced at the tiny drink menu, feeling lost; it had been so long since she’d indulged that she couldn’t even remember what she liked.

All she wanted was something to numb the chaos in her head, even if it meant waking up with a brutal hangover. Her eyes scanned the bar for the bartender, and one in particular caught her attention..she was hustling, darting from one patron to another, clearly working her ass off. Just watching her was overwhelming, and Lacey couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and exhaustion at the sight.

Lacey figured it would take a while for her turn, so she twisted in her seat and took a quick look around the crowded bar. It was packed with people, and despite the noise, she caught a voice calling out to her.
Unsure if it was aimed at her, she barely turned her head over her shoulder to see the bartender, who casually referred to her as 'hun.' How adorable, she thought, pausing briefly to register the term.

"What made you think I wanted a drink at all?" she shot back, her tone sharper than intended, her customary scowl firmly in place..after all, that was her trademark expression.
Dismissing her own dismissive posed question, she straightened up, turning, and boldly inquired, "What do you think I should drink?" as she absentmindedly rubbed the back of her neck, expecting the bartender to know her preferences.

"I’m in the mood for something strong, so let's start there," Lacey added while finally locking eyes with the bartender. The girl was undeniably attractive, but Lacey brushed the thought aside.. she never really saw women in that light..

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Calista Moore

positive affirmations

Calista rolled her eyes, couldn’t this man at least wait until she had even just a sip of alcohol in her system? She was too sober to be pestered with his sly comments. But here she was, stone cold sober in some dive bar she’d never been to, looking for some solace and a stiff drink.

She could feel his eyes roam over her body, taking her in and suddenly she felt very out of place. She stuck out like a sore thumb in her nude Louboutibs, and her pink cashmere sweater.

She didn’t even spare him a glance. Why would she? She couldn’t give in, give him what he wanted, which was obviously her attention but he just kept going, unrelenting. Each comment chipped away at her already thin patience.

“ …’Any guy who talks to me must be trying to hit on me!’ ..Did I hit the nail on the head?” She tried hard to make the comments roll off her back like they were nothing but they weren’t. Each one stuck to her like glue and seeped down into her core. Maybe he was right. Calista knew she was hot. She had people fumbling all over themselves on a daily basis, feeding into her every whim. She was not lacking in the relationship department. She just didn’t want a commitment, she was too busy, too hyper focused.

There’s a pause, it seemed the man had finally run out of energy. She took this time to order her glass of wine quickly.

“You know, it’s not every day I meet someone who can throw a glare like that and still look so put together,” the backhanded compliment made her tense for a moment. Her suspicions correct—no matter how bored he pretended to sound. He so obviously wanted her attention.

She took a long sip of her wine before she even opened her mouth again, “A compliment? To do what do I owe the pleasure?” She mused, her lips pulled up at one corner.

“It’s not everyday I meet someone who won’t let me get a word in.” She took another long sip, starting to un-wind a little.

“Do you always talk this much and look so bored while you’re doing it?” She finally gave him a very obvious once-over, while keeping her face neutral.

“Do you always dress like a high-school boy? Are you even allowed to drink?” She asked, her tone light and teasing.

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Luca Morelli

Shots! Shots! Shots

Luca couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, that girl. The way she pressed into him at midnight and stole his breath away with one simple kiss. He had not been able to tear his thoughts away and it was driving him mad. He had to see her again but he had a problem. He couldn’t even remember her name, just what she looked like and what she did for work. She was a bartender. So he figured he’d do what any sane person would do and scour all the bars until he found her again.

For weeks, he’d get dressed up to check out each bar in town. The list wasn’t very long but it seemed his search was hopeless. Each night, he come home empty handed and more frustrated than the next. He almost decided to quit and move on until his cousin convinced him to search the last place on his list.

Luca, very reluctantly, he threw on a casual outfit so Mason could drag him out on the town.

“This is pointless, Mason.” His cousin clapped him on the back and shook his head, “I forgot today was valentines. There’s going to couples crawling all over the place.”

“You’ve just gotta give it something bro. You’ll find her,” Mason reassured him as they pushed through the doors. The building was packed, for such a small bar. They could barely squeeze their way to the bar-top. The bartender was no where to be seen and Luca felt that familiar sinking feeling in his stomach. This search was pointless. He would never—

A tiny blonde came emerging from the back room. She looked a little disheveled, and busy. That night came flooding back to him as she unknowingly came to a stop in front of him.

“It’s you.. from New Years. Don’t you remember me?” He asked, that familiar smug look settled into his features with practiced ease.

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[PotatochipsRlit]

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Reassuring

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Carnival

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PrincessAveRedfern - Kennedy

Mckdowell

Bryson

Bryson was a mess, completely unprepared to process the tears streaming down her face. Fear gripped him more than anything else; how on earth had she ended up pregnant? He cursed under his breath, recalling that one reckless moment they had shared.

It hit him hard.. he'd never expected to hear such words, this.. sickening wave of dread. Then she dropped the bombshell that she had known for two days, and he could only manage a weak, "Okay."

He processed it with a mix of relief and anxiety, glad she hadn’t kept it from him for any longer. "Ruin things…?” he shot her a look, his mind racing... “Kennedy, I want you to tell me everything, no matter how messy it gets.. it’s not just you who has to deal with all this.” He turned away, his voice slightly shaky, a nervous laugh escaping him that sounded more like disbelief than mirth.

"God, I never saw this coming," he muttered..He could hear her sniffles, and it hit him hard..this was just as tough for her, if not more so. He couldn’t just leave her to wrestle with this fear alone; he was terrified too.

Rising from his seat, he moved to sit beside her, avoiding her gaze for a moment, lost in his thoughts. "I’m not going to Paris," he finally confessed, staring at his restless hands. "I canceled." He glanced up at the sky, the weight of his dreams suddenly feeling trivial. "I’ve wanted that for years, but something kept gnawing at me, telling me it wouldn’t bring me happiness. I’d just end up... alone." His eyes found hers again. "I’ve been alone my whole life, Kennedy."

He took her hand, "You’ve changed that for me; I’ve never felt so... complete, so happy." He reached up to wipe her tears away, "And I guess I feel less alone now." His hand hovered over her stomach, a deliberate gesture filled with uncertainty.. this would.. be his child too.. "I’m scared too," he admitted, no shame in his voice.

"We.. can both be scared Kennedy, as long as it's the both of us.." He gently pulled her forehead to rest against his, "Together."

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[Lizy]

mood :

ouchie

location :

hospital

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mentions :

zane travelbypages , victoria fieldofclover

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Samson

;; Casper

Life was unfair.

When he woke up this morning, Casper had made a decision. He was going to let all his feelings out. Go right to Zane, tell him everything that he'd been thinking for the last couple months. It was Valentine's Day, so he wanted it to be a little grander than a simple conversation. He wanted to go out to a flower shop and purchase the biggest bouquet he could find. Maybe get some chocolates or something if he had time.

Zane was the first person that made Casper feel like he wanted to do this sappy shit. But, to Casper's surprise, in the time he'd spent with Zane he'd gotten used to the feeling. Didn't feel completely panicked about wanting to be around the man, completely vulnerable and head over heels. He was ready. It was time to get real.

But, the universe had other plans. And by the universe, Casper meant the bitch that thought the universe revolved around her. Victoria Sinclair. He was looking at flowers when he felt the sharp pain and heard her voice. He froze. The pain was so severe it, completely overwhelmed his senses. Until it didn't, his body going into shock. His brain caught up with what was happening as he heard someone scream, followed by more commotion. "Yeah, that checks out," he muttered weakly, trying to take a step. But he couldn't manage. He felt someone support him before he could fall, but couldn't tell who, vision going black at the edges. He heard more yelling. And then... nothing.

He woke up hours later, in an unfamiliar, sterile environment. The moment he gained consciousness, he tried to move, but ended up cringing in pain. A nurse rushed to his side, telling him to relax. Then, she called Clive in. He'd been here a while, during the surgery and everything. A doctor came in, explaining what had happened. He'd been attacked, lost a lot of blood, got internal injuries, had some sort of surgery, they wanted to keep him under observation for 48 hours, the police would want to speak to him, blah blah blah.

Casper wasn't giving his one hundred percent attention to the doctor. Between the way his mind was rushing with thoughts, still catching up on everything, and the pain management drugs being pumped straight into his veins, he wasn't completely present. He remained silent, but his brow was furrowed, looking more annoyed than ever with all these people in his space. Clive saw it, his brother knew him too well. Conversations were sped up in order to leave Casper alone faster, Clive handed him his personal belongings, told him to call if he needed anything, and then everyone was gone.

It was just Casper and a hospital room.

His stomach turned as he thought about what had happened today, and not just from the wound. He didn't even want to think about Tori. He hated her. She hated him. But he really didn't think it would go this far. But, what stuck with him the most was his interrupted Valentine's Day plans. As soon as he got on his phone, he texted Zane. His mind was all over the place, he barely registered his actions, but he got ahold of the man he wanted to see, and he was coming. Zane would be here soon. It would all be fine. Unless he died. But it would be fine. Probably.

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[Lizy]

mood :

bitch wtf

location :

lodge, her room

outfit :

mentions :

n/a

interactions :

Everett PotatochipsRlit

Jayashri

;; Zara

Zara took another step, closing the door behind her as she inspected her room. His flattery went right over her head, she was still shocked and annoyed that he was even here. How'd he even get into her room? She didn't bother asking, figuring he'd just paid someone off. Typical. She wanted to go chew out whatever staff member had allowed this to happen, but she couldn't. That would be a scene, cause scandal by showing them as a less than perfect, not so loving couple.

Now, she had to make sure the outside world thought she was a woman overjoyed by her fiancé surprising her on Valentine's Day. Later, she'd talk about this with some of her fake friends as if it were the most romantic thing ever, maybe even put up an instagram story about it. But right now, it was just the two of them behind closed doors. She didn't need to pretend to be happy about it.

She automatically turned her nose up at the chocolates he offered, dismissing them with an air of disgust. But, as she listened to him rambling, something stopped her from completely blowing up on him. The waver in his voice caught her off guard. Was he... worried? He didn't think he cared enough to be actually worried, he thought this was simply a ploy for an attention seeking photo opportunity or something along those lines. But this felt like something else. Her icy heart was not completely melted by the uncertainty in his voice, but it did make her shift her energy slightly.

Zara took a deep breath, keeping her face straight, unwilling to show him any softness. "Fine. Dinner is fine. After all, it's Valentine's Day and you're here now. It would look awful if you didn't take me to dinner," she rolled her eyes as she walked towards some of the gifts he'd brought. He did have taste. She had to work hard to keep her expression neutral, act unimpressed by the array of designer bags. She opened up one, an exquisite diamond necklace, and swallowed hard as she tried to refrain from reacting. Still, she couldn't completely hide the glimmer of enjoyment in her eyes. "Not bad," she shrugged, setting the necklace back in it's box.

She turned back to Everett, taking in his nervous expression. She felt a bit bad for making him feel like that. The worst part of this whole arrangement was that she actually did like him as a person. She thought he was interesting, the good taste and money was a plus, and it was rare to find someone who could match her intellect. Sure, the guy was pretty oblivious when it came to people. With other things he was quite competent, which she could appreciate.

But, on principal, she refused to give in to her positive feelings for him. She wanted to be seen as more than a wife, even if that's all her father really thought she could amount to. She wanted to prove herself as a worthy business woman. It was all so frustrating really, it wasn't even Everett's fault, she knew that. He'd been a pawn in whatever game their families were playing just as much as she had been.

"So, are you here for just the one day of love? Or are you staying longer?" Zara took off her heels as she spoke, there was a while before it would be dinner time. She couldn't help the annoyance that rose up at the prospect of him sticking around for longer. She also realized how bitchy she'd sounded since she'd spotted him. "Sorry," she muttered, the apology quieter than the words that followed. "It's just- I came up here to get some space. You should have told me you were coming."

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[ShellBelles]

KINGSTON CRAY MILLARD

Kingston really couldn't be bothered to react to Victoria. Sure, she was off-putting as all hell. But the man has dealt with far worse during his time in this field of work. He's already witnessed the horrors behind the scenes of crimes, both in the shows he used to watch as a kid, to the real thing once he actually became a detective. If anything, this was practically a cake walk for him, given that she was being so compliant. But that wouldn't stop him from being at least cautious. Never let your guard down, is what he's learned.

Kingston merely scowled with annoyance at her cackle. But again, didn't react to it. He wasn't too sure if she was trying to be intimidating. Or if she really had just lost her marbles. But either way, he still didn't show any signs of fear. He had all his feelings locked in a vault a long time ago. They were useless now. Vulnerability was never going to get him anywhere. He was pretty much made of stone at this point. He furrowed his eyebrows as he examined the knife, noting the blood that was all over it. He made sure to have on gloves as he did so, before putting it into a ziplock bag to be placed for evidence.

Kingston wasn't even looking at her when she was using her whole little "flattery" tactic, not seeing the way she was batting her eyes at him. Even if he did, he wouldn't be thinking anything of it. He wasn't an idiot. He stood there with his hand on his hip, still focused on what he was doing. "That's a myth, you know," he spoke up in his cold and hollow tone. "We're not actually obligated to let you have any free calls." He paused for a moment, before turning back to look at her. "But if you're not a nuisance then maybe it'll be considered."

With that, Kingston went into the other room. He dropped the bag with the knife in it into the evidence bin. He signed a tired sigh as he slipped off his gloves, chucking him into the waste bin. The man then plopped himself into the chair before pulling up a few tabs on the computer. He filed in the reports and everything, making sure to notify Lawson for when he came back. While he was at it, he looked into the info of Victoria and her family. Apparently it wasn't just her. This family seemed to have a history in shady practices and such. But Kingston figured as much.

He sat back in his chair as he stared up at the ceiling with his usual scowl, thinking to himself. He was having flashbacks to when he was first looking into the disappearance of his parents. The little bits and pieces he gathered as he looked into his family history. Kingston pulled out the secret photo that he always kept in his wallet. A family photo of him with his mom and dad, all smiling happily. Kingston winced as he stared at the picture, a hint of something stirring up within him for a moment. He then sighed as he put the photo away. Afterwards, he appeared back in the room. He slammed the spare phone next to Victoria while giving her an unamused glare. "Go ahead and make your call. I'll bet you already have someone in mind, given your experience." With that, Kingston walked away to continue working.


Mentions: fieldofclover - Victoria Sinclair

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[ShellBelles]

Josephine Caddel

Josephine started to grab a few art supplies too as she sat there with her new partner. She made sure to listen while doing so. Harriet Dunlap. She made a mental note of that name to remember. Josephine had always been pretty good with remembering names. She felt like it was important in showing how much she cared about people. As she grabbed a sheet of paper and a few paints, Josephine kept her friendly demeanor, still smiling as she continued her efforts in conversing with Harriet.

She could still tell that Harriet was not wanting to be a part of this whole endeavor, but Josephine was very patient as well as persistent. Even if she couldn't get her to enjoy herself, the least she could do was be encouraging and supportive. After all, it took time for people to get adjusted to becoming more involved in bonding activities and social events. Josephine knew to slowly ease people into it instead of forcing them while she helped host a few things like this.

She hummed in thought as she considered the question. She wasn't sure if they had something planned or if it was a freedom for creativity. "I don't know yet. Perhaps it's something to do with what Valentines Day means to us?" Josephine turned to look at Harriet with her light and warming smile as she continued to spoke. "Well that's a controversial question in of itself, I'd think. But, I'm sure they'll explain it to us." She looked around at all the people there afterwards.

No matter how she felt, it was nice to see people coming together and engaging with one another. Josephine always wanted to make an impact on the town. For the better, of course. She wanted to make Revelstoke a fun and happy place for everybody to be. Of course, that was easier said than done. A lot of things went on in this town, much like a lot of others. There was no escaping crime, no matter where you went. But Josephine had her head held high. She was determined to make things safer.

As she looked down at her paper, she spoke up again in a softer and more gentle tone. "You know, I can understand not wanting to do something like this. It can be hard for people to connect over the commercials of holidays that we see now." She paused for a moment before turning to look over at Harriet again, this time giving her a look of genuine curiosity. "What's something that you do enjoy? That you could really bond over and gain comfort from?"

Mentions: fieldofclover - Harriet

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[travelbypages]

ARLO RIGGS

To say Arlo was surprised that Monica agreed to go on a date with him was an understatement. He walked into the strip club fully expecting her to either laugh in his face or have security throw him out for being a creep. Or both. He hadn’t expected her to actually vibe with him the last time they talked, let alone say yes to a date. He exhaled the breath he’d been holding. He was still sweating, sure, but at least now he could breathe.

“Wow, okay. Okay, cool cool cool.” He rambled, nodding a little too much. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. Then Monica made a joke about him kidnapping her and keeping her in his basement, and his face immediately went red. “No! No, of course not. I don’t even have a basement. I live in an apartment. With an old lady across the hall who has three cats. I buy her groceries every week, so like, if you need someone to make sure I don’t kill you, she definitely would.”

And there he went, rambling again.

Frustrated with himself, Arlo ran a hand through his hair, accidentally making it even messier than before. “What I mean is, we don’t have to hang out at my place. If not soon, then not at all. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He cleared his throat. “Public places only?” He wasn’t sure what he was doing. He was going crazy, yes. But Monica didn’t seem completely put off by his nervous word vomit, which was a small miracle. If anything, there was a flicker of amusement in her expression, like she was enjoying watching him squirm just a little too much.

Great. Now he was not only a sweaty mess but also her personal source of entertainment. “Public places only,” he repeated, mostly just to fill the silence. “That makes sense. Smart. Safety first and all that.” He nodded like an overly enthusiastic bobblehead, then immediately regretted it.

“I don’t know if this idea of mine is going great or horrible…” he admitted, shoving his hands into his pockets, hoping it would somehow absorb some of his anxiety, which shut him up long enough for her to get a word in finally.

Monica - Lizy

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[travelbypages]

MATHIEU DUFOUR

Mathieu was more than tempted to ask Emiko to have dinner with him privately, especially with all the sneaky glances and lingering touches as they wandered through town. But Matt was professional, if not a little stern. He didn’t like crossing lines with employees or coworkers. Even if he and Emiko had definitely blurred a few boundaries here and there. And even if he was definitely developing feelings for her.

So instead, Matt refrained and guided her toward the food truck. He let her order first before stepping up to get some stew and a bun for himself. But when she pointed out a supposed "secret admirer," confusion flickered across his face. He glanced down, spotting a pink envelope sticking out of his pocket. Some kid in town must have slipped it there. Or so he thought.

As he unfolded the note and read it, his expression fell, his face turning noticeably pale. “Oh. Oh no.” He tried to recover quickly, forcing some composure back into his voice. “I think this is… some business we should attend to, Emiko.”

Without hesitation, he asked the food truck worker to bag their meals. Not that he had much of an appetite anymore. Not with this letter in his hands. He led Emiko back to town hall, and with the festival in full swing, the building was empty. Once inside, he locked the door behind them and motioned for her to follow him into his office. Tucked away in the quiet room, he handed her the note and leaned against his desk, arms crossed, trying not to spiral. But as he waited for her to read it, his fingers found their way to his lips, absentmindedly chewing at the skin around his nails, a nervous habit he thought he’d kicked. Apparently not.

“So?” he asked, exhaling slowly. “Who do you think left it?”

Mentions: Emiko - celestialbody

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[travelbypages]

AUTUMN BLOOM

So, this Valentine's Day wasn't so terrible after all. Heston's incessant flirting was both annoying and amusing in equal measure. In a weird way, she liked it. It was kind of cute. "What if it does turn you into a frog, hm? Maybe we'll have to find a princess to kiss you and turn you back," she teased, plucking another potion off the shelf. Before she could hear his response, a few customers waved her over for assistance. "Be right back. We can take these when I'm done helping them."

She quickly finished up her work around the shop before returning to Heston. "Okay, bottoms up," she said with a giggle, tipping back the small vial. The pink liquid tasted faintly of sugar and roses. At the bottom, cleverly hidden, was a rose quartz pendant. "Now that's supposed to be the surprise of the potion," she hummed, reaching under the counter to grab a silver chain. With a smirk, she held it up. "There, a necklace for your loved one."

She moved around to his side before he could argue. "Although, I think this would look much better on you." Before he could protest, she clasped the necklace around his neck. "Oh, very cute, don't you think?" she asked, nodding toward the mirror at the edge of the counter. She fully expected some exaggerated reaction, but when he didn’t immediately tear it off, she grinned up at him, eyes alight with amusement.

She was just about to tease him again when her phone timer went off, signaling closing time. "Well, dang. Do you maybe want to grab something to eat? I've heard the food trucks are great this year." The question was casual, but there was a hint of hopefulness beneath it. She didn’t want to seem too eager, but if he said no, she'd end up in the backroom snacking on rice and watching YouTube videos alone.

And that would be a very sad Valentine's Day.

Mentions: Heston - PotatochipsRlit

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[Lizy]

mood :

annoyed

location :

her apartment

outfit :

mentions :

n/a

interactions :

seb travelbypages

Andreas

;; Diana

Diana recoiled at Sebastian's response, her annoyance of the situation only intensifying with his tone of disinterest. She didn't know what she expected, really. An apology? A romantic gesture? No way. But him acting like nothing weird was going on sent her over the edge, lips turning into a frown.

"Did I forget? Did I fucking forget? Seriously? Are you joking?" A laugh-like huff of frustration came out, and she opened the door fully, giving him space to come in. As much as she wanted to keep him standing outside, she had neighbors and was a private person. She didn't want anyone lingering around to decide to use this conversation as their source of entertainment. "Come in. Unless you want to take off and not respond to anything I have to say in real life either."

Diana shook her head, eyes flickering down to the flowers Seb had brought. How was he making this so easy yet so difficult? How he was treating to her, reacting to her, all made her want to cut things off. Showed her he didn't care, even if he did mean a lot to her if she put a stop to things now she'd get over him eventually. But everything else about him made her want to forgive how he'd tossed her aside and spend her Valentine's Day with him. It was weak of her really, but that's what love did. Made her weak.

"You're seriously going to ignore me all week and then come in here asking me if I forgot about our little fake date?" Diana bit her lip, trying to keep any tears from coming. "I know me being your fake girlfriend doesn't mean anything to you, but I at least thought you'd have enough decency to be a good friend."

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[travelbypages]

BLYTHE POTTS

Khaila's silence only made Blythe more nervous. And when Blythe was nervous, she cried. Luckily, she was holding it together, just barely, as she waited for an answer or some kind of reassurance that she wasn’t completely insane for doing this. She liked Khaila way too much to lose her, whether as someone she might eventually love or as one of her best, and only, friends.

Fidgeting silently, she waited. And waited. And then, when Khaila finally mentioned hanging out, Bly’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Oh god, okay. Yes. Okay. This is perfect,” she breathed, her anxiety easing... if only slightly. “Last time we hung out, we did something I enjoyed. But I want today to be all about you. What’re your favorite things to do? It doesn’t have to be date stuff... Just whatever you feel like.”

Her eyes never stopped searching Khaila’s face, desperate for some kind of reaction, some sign that she wasn’t completely ruining what they had.

“I’ll buy, of course,” she added quickly, as if that might sweeten the deal. Then, realizing how desperate that sounded, she let out an awkward laugh and ran a hand through her hair. “Not that, you know, I’m bribing you or anything. I just... whatever you want to do, I’m in.”

God, she hoped she wasn’t making a fool of herself.

Mentions: Khaila - ShellBelles

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[travelbypages]

T’KAYA STONEWATER

T'kaya nervously wrung her hands together as she waited for Gage to take in the scene. Maybe it was too much. Too surprising. Too out of the blue. But she’d been hinting at liking him for weeks, literal weeks. And every time she did, it felt like he brushed her off as just a friend. She knew it wasn’t because he only saw her that way. Maybe he just didn’t have the same experiences with dating and love that she did.

Maybe that was why she’d gone for Brandon, or why she kept hopping around on dating apps. She craved a meaningful connection. But she knew herself well enough to realize that chasing the next fleeting connection was pointless. What she had with Gage was different. Deeper. So she waited. And when he finally spoke, she exhaled, relaxing a little as she stepped closer. She was naturally a hugger, but knowing how shy he was, she hesitated. Instead, she just smiled.

“I brought your favorites?” For some reason, it came out as a question instead of a statement. Was it weird that she knew what he liked? Maybe. Maybe not. She was detail oriented, she prided herself in noticing the little things. What people liked, what they wanted from life, their interests. She liked knowing people.

"You've never been on a date?" T'kaya asked, genuinely surprised. She knew he was shy, but not to the point of never having done something like this. Her brows furrowed slightly as she glanced at her setup. He was handsome, sweet, and so very genuine. She was surprised she'd been the only one to notice at this point in his life. “Well, if this is okay, we can stay here. Or we can do something more fun... Maybe something that doesn’t feel so intimate?” She paused, thinking. “Maybe we eat first, then go see a movie or something?”

She was trying her best to make sure he felt comfortable, not overwhelmed. “Come on, we’ll figure it out as we go.” She smiled, reaching for his hand.


Mentions: Gage - fieldofclover

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