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#musings.

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“  please  tell  me  you  can  do  something  about  this. ”   he’s  drenched  to  the  bone,  dripping  onto  the  floor  as  a  hand  wipes  hair  away  from  his  face.  he’s  still  not  sure  how  it  happened.   yes,  he  was  wishing  it  was  raining,  getting  in  his  feelings  just  a  little  as  he  listened  to  hilary  duff’s  come  clean  and  staring  forlornly  out  the  window,   but  this  wasn’t  what  he  had  in  mind;  as  if  sensing  his  distress,  the  rain  cloud  hovering  above  his  head  crackles  and  booms  thunderous.   “  i’ve  tried  magic.  i’ve  tried  singing  ‘  rain,  rain,  go  away ’  and  nothing  works.   i’m  about  to  lose  it. ” 

#rpv:starter

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MOONEY, V

Veronica had been seeing new people arrive for the past few months and she had gotten quite used to it. Many of them she had just met on the street or in a store she was at,happy to help them figure things out. Some of them came into the bar either looking for help or for a drink or two. She had gotten used to all the new faces,they began to blend in with everybody else for her. 

She was working at the bar when she was dealing with a pain in the ass regular and she honestly wasn’t in the mood for them. She was doing her best to keep her calm,not wanting to scare them away no matter how much she wanted. She called the bouncer instead,watching as they were taken out. “Oh man he always knows how to get on my nerves.”She sighed to the person that had been sitting next to him.

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his   favorite  thing  about  reprieve,  without  exception,  was  that  his  fake  i.d.  passed  without  any  skepticism  because  people  didn’t  know  him  here.  everyone  knew  him  in  mystic  falls;   or  worse,  they  knew  his  mother.   you’d  think,  living  in  california  most  his  life,  he  wouldn’t  be  a  victim  to  an  absence  of  anonymity  but  people  talk  in  small  towns;  anything  new  and  shiny  is  impossible  to  miss.   here,  however,  no  one  knows  he’s  not   T  E  C  H  N  I  C  A  L  L  Y   21  because  there’s  no  salvatore  school  for  the  gifted  youngers.   he’s  trapped,  but  he’s  also  free.  it’s  complicated.

“  he’s  a  dick. ”   arlo  can’t  help  but  agree,  wincing  sympathetically.   not  only  was  the  guy  a  complete  asshat,  but  he  also  never  tipped.   he  likes  to  think  there’s  a  special  place  in  hell  for  all  the  people  who  never  tip  their  servers.   “  there  should  be,  like,  i  dunno  ...  public  decency  rules.   like  when  you  join  a  server  and  the  mods  have  rules.   that  way  you  could  throw  him  out  on  his  ass  when  he  sucks. ”   when,  not  if;   the  guy’s  nothing  if  not  predictable.   

#interactions. #veronica. #underage drinking tw

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PERRIN, C

the thought of being stuck here for anywhere over a few weeks, let alone years, made charlotte sick to her stomach. there would be no telling how things would be back home at that point. not to mention, she didn’t like the feeling she got from the city and it wasn’t favorable being surrounded by a bunch of strangers. one familiar face or a familiar name could be enough to give her some kind of hope or certainty for the coming days. for now, she would have to try to ignore the sinking feeling of impending doom in her gut.

“think i’ll stick with the narnia theory. positive visualization and all of that.” she hadn’t yet thought of the possibility of dying here, though she supposed it was one of the many uncertainties. it was doubtful that they were all brought here without a purpose. pulling people from their lives seemed to lean toward the sadistic side. “but whatever the case, i’m going to try to find a way out of here as soon as possible.” and she would make sure that anyone that wanted to follow, could.

“that is true. i haven’t done much exploring in terms of shops.” what she really needed was a cash supply. she usually didn’t keep a lot on her person, which didn’t leave her with much when she woke up here. maybe a lot, compared to others, but char was going to be stingy with it and make it last as long as possible. “wish i could get a better place, or at least a better bed. a more long term solution.” not that she would splurge there, not before building up a weapons arsenal to protect herself from whatever was lurking around the city.

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he  has  to  admire  her  determination.  admittedly,  he  hasn’t  really  been  trying  very  hard  to  get  back  to  mystic  falls.  between  his  dad  going  all  darth  vader,  and  his  ex-boyfriend’s  puppy  dog  eyes  making  the  whole  breaking  up  with  your  first  love  thing  kind  of  unbearable,  there’s  not  much  he  wants  to  go  home  for.   sure,  he  misses  his  best  friend,  and  his  mother  and  his  dogs,  but  he’s  not  worried  about  them.   he  spends  so  much  time  in  his  room  playing  video  games  anyway  that  it  might  take  dr. saltzman,  or  his  mother,  WEEKS  to  even  realize  he’s  not  there.

“  that’s  cool.  i  mean,  don’t  get  me  wrong,  i  want  to  go  home  ...  i  just  also  want  to  wait  for  someone  else  to  do  the  legwork  to  fix  things. ”   he’s  not  really  the  hero  type;  he’s  more  of  a  ‘  wait  and  see  which  way  the  wind  blows ’  kind  of  guy.   very  aaron  burr.   which  isn’t  always  a  good  thing,  he  knows.   “  so  i  hope  you  figure  it  out. ”   he  d doesn’t  offer  to  help;  with  his  magic  all  over  the  place  these  days,  he’s  more  hindrance  than  help  to  anyone.    

he  nods  his  head.   he  gets  it;  you  won’t  get  very  far  in  the  world  without  any  money.  “  you  could  always  get  a  job. ”   it  seems  like  an  obvious  solution  but  not  being  from  this  dimension/city/whatever  makes  things  ...  complicated,  to  say  the  least.  “  everyone  lies  on  their  resumes.  you  could  just  make  stuff  up  and  be  whatever  you  want  to  be.”   with  a  frown,  he  adds,  “  maybe  don’t  be  a  doctor  though.   that’s  probably  something  you  shouldn’t  fake  your  way  through. ”    he  also  knows  a  guy  who  will  be  a  fake  reference  for  $50  and  a  pack  of  slim  jims,  but  he  does  not  know  this  stranger  well  enough  to  offer  up  his  services.   

#interactions. #charlotte.

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#visage.

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PERRIN, C

      a few days in this strange city easily felt like an eternity. she knew that her phone would have rang at least four times a day by now, with countless texts. the hunter would give anything to be back home, to be there for the younger hunters she had surrounded herself with. some of them were on cases, others had planned to travel to her to celebrate caleb’s birthday. truly, they were an extended family and now the matriarch had vanished, leaving them without their strongest lifeline. 

       “i’m just sayin’ that i hope this place is like narnia. however long it takes for me to get out of here feels like mere minutes for all the people that depend on me.” it wasn’t quite fair to say they depended on her, because she had helped them grow into independent hunters that could kick the ass of most anything coming their way. still, it was the best way she could vaguely describe them as she hadn’t found anyone she knew in the city and even if she had charlotte didn’t know if she could truly trust them. there was no telling how much of this was fake.

     she would be worried that she was under the control of a djinn that she didn’t remember hunting, but none of this was anything she ever wished for. “definitely going to take an extended trip to a spa retreat when i get home… my back may need it.”

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everyone  has  their  theories.  some  people  think  it’s  some  kind  of  mirror-world,  created  by  a  witch,  or  some  evil  powerful  dude,  and  they’re  all  sort  of  stuck.   kind  of  like  the  upside  down.   then  you’ve  got  other  people  who  look  at  them  like  they’ve  lost  it  because  they  say  they’ve  lived  here  forever.   that  it’s  just  some  random  town;  nothing  special,  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary.   arlo’s  not  quite  sure  what  to  believe.   depending  on  how’s  feeling  on  any  given  day,  he’s  inclined  to  believe  pretty  much  anything.   he’s  also  extremely  gullible  and  prone  to  believe  anyone  who  speaks  with  certainty.

he  looks  up  when  he  hears  someone  speak,  wincing  sympathetically  as  he  silently  agrees.  he’d  be  super  pissed  if  he  got  stuck  here  for  years  and  then  got  home  only  to  realize  he  missed  his  early  20′s  completely.   talk  about  wasted  potential.   “  unless  we  get  stuck  here  for  like,  10  years  or  something.   it’d  suck  to  have  to  start  your  life  over  again.  unless  you  messed  it  up  here. ”   in  second  thought,  after  a  moment’s  hesitation,  knowing  you  had  a  get  out  of  jail  free  card  stashed  in  your  pocket,  didn’t  seem  like  such  a  bad  thing.  “  nah.  i  take  it  back. ”

“  they’ve  got  stuff  for  that  you  know. ”   he  adds  after  a  moment,  turning  his  body  to  face  her.   even  in  reprieve,  god  knows  how  far  away  from  home,  he’s  still  as  entrepreneurial  as  ever.   “  salves. ”   better  known  as  potions.   “  they  help  with  back  pain.  kinda  like  hemp  oil  or  creams. ”   the  word  kinda  gives  him  some  leeway  room,  protects  him  from  basically  coming  across  like  he  has  a  sign  above  his  head  that  says  YES.  HI.  I’M  A  WITCH.  SHOP  MY  ETSY  SHOP.   PLEASE.  I  NEED  NEW  YEEZYS. 

#interactions. #charlotte.

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MOORE, J

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Has she managed to find her way into some foreign country? Sure the man in front of her speaks English, and she’s sure it’s some type of American accent, but more than half of what he says just makes no sense to her. “I’m sorry, but I really have no clue what you’re talking about… What’s an iPhone? It’s not that my phone isn’t charged it’s -” She flips it open to check, shrugging slightly, “I’ve got like eighty percent, so I should be good for a couple days, but it just won’t connect. Like there’s no network… I think. I don’t know. I’m not that much technology inclined.”

She’s slightly more confused when he pats the vespa he’s riding and says something about a twelve dollar credit, “Don’t those things run on gas? I don’t see what use credit is unless you’re trying to buy one…” What she does understand though is the offer of a ride wherever she needs to go, but she really doesn’t even know where that is. “If I’m being honest I’m pretty lost. I don’t even know what state I’m in, never mind which city… I just know that this doesn’t look like Palo Alto, and I’ve got class in the morning…”

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the  more  she  talks,  the  more  convinced  arlo  is  that  she’s  suffering  from  a  brain  injury.  or  maybe  she’s  a  figment  of  his  imagination  and  he  had  one  too  many  pot  brownies  while  he  was  not  studying  for  a  geography  quiz.  he  blinks  twice,  resisting  the  urge  to  scream  ‘  WhAt’S aN iPhOnE?!?!?!! ’  before  fleeing  to  avoid  the  headache  building  behind  his  eyes.  he  stays  though  because  she  seems  sincere.  that  and  she’s  really  pretty.   he’s  self-aware  enough  to  admit  that  his  motivations  aren’t  entirely  selfless.

“  okay  ... ”   he  drags  the  syllables  out,  still  looking  at  her  like  she’s  medusa  with  freaking  snakes  popping  out  of  her  hair.  “  no  offence  but  i’ve  never  seen  a  phone  last  more  than  like  ...  12  hours,  if  you’re  using  it.   whatever  that  is,  it’s  not  a  phone.   nice  try  though. ”   he  points  in  her  direction,  like  he’s  onto  her  scheme.  “  nice  try  though. ”   the  comments  about  the  scooter  throw  him  again  but  in  fairness,  they  aren’t  super  popular  anymore;  he  can  forgive  not  knowing  much  about  them.  “  nah,  they’re  like  ...  solar  powered,  i  think.   or  they’re  electric.   they  have  charging  stations  in  parks  and  stuff. ”  he  shrugs  his  shoulders,  feeling  relieved  when  she  finally  says  something  he  understands.   “  yo,  i’m  from  malibu.  cool.  i  love  california. ”   he  beams  wide,  leaning  forward  on  the  handlebars,  “  —  but  uh,  i  hate  to  be  the  one  to  tell  you  this  ...  but,  uh,  we’re  like  ...  NOWHERE  near  there. ”    if  there  even  exists  anymore.   it’s  up  for  debate.

#interactions. #jessica.

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CLAIRE, D

@reprievestarters··

                For  a  moment,  Davina  takes  a  step  back  and  leans  against  the  wall,  stabling  her  rather  tiresome  being  before  exhaling  rather  sharply.  Something  about  today  does  not  sit  right  with  her,  in  fact,  she  almost  feels  like  she  had  FORGOTTEN something  which  holds  a  great  deal  of  importance. The  town  itself  somewhat  UNSETTLES  her,  and  yet,  this  felt  rather  familiar,  as  no  place  had  truly  felt  like  home  for  a  long  while.

                She  had  learned  to  adapt  in  the  best  way  she  could,  delving  into  her  books,  grimoires  that  she  no  longer  had  was  beginning  to  play  on  her  mind.  Library  books,  for  now,  HAD to  do.  

                She  felt  out  of  sorts,  loosing  her  control  and  inhibitions  causing  her  to  feel  her  mind  erupt  with  clusters  of  unfilled  thoughts  and  not  knowing  which  to  tackle  first.

      “ Sorry—- I   didn’t  hear  a  thing  you  said.” Davina  replied,  sighing  as  she  tucked  the books  into  her duffel  bag  and  began  to  move  from  her  seat.  She  knew  how  tired  she  was,  and  yet,  sleep  appeared  to  be  for  the  wicked,  or  at  the  least,  the  less  stressed.

                “  Was  it  important?  ”

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his  life  over  the  past  few  months  has  been  weird  but  ever  since  he  dropped  into  reprieve  unexpectedly,  things  have  gotten  weirder.   his  magic —  magic  that  both  he  and  his  mother  had  started  to  worry  about  —  seemed  to  be  growing  stronger.   when  he  was  upset,  things  would  shake;  sometimes  shatter  completely,  like  windows  or  china  from  their  cabinet.   when  he  really  wanted  something,  really  visualized  it,  it  seemed  to  just  ...  happen.   he’s  pretty  sure  he  hasn’t  met  any  genies  lately,  or  thrown  a  coin  in  a  wishing  well,  so  he  really  needs  some  help.  professional  help.

he  doesn’t  know  davina  but  he  does  know  OF  her.   she  was  one  of  the  most  powerful  witches  in  new  orleans  and  if  someone  might  know  something  that  could  help  him,  he  figured  she’d  be  a  good  place  to  start.   when  he  sees  her  though,  he  freezes  up.   there’s  no  way  to  really  frame  things  normally,  to  say  hey  i  think  my  magic  might  be  broken,  without  drawing  skepticism  and  unhelpful  comments.   he  knows  he’s  dramatic  and  that  he  can  sometimes  be  a  lot,  but  that  doesn’t  necessarily  explain  what’s  happening.  he  spends  so  much  thinking  about  what  he’ll  say,  or  how  he’ll  say  it,  that  when  she  speaks  first  he  almost  jumps  out  of  his  skin.

a  noise  of  surprise  is  his  answer,  jumping  a  little  higher  than  someone  of  his  height  probably  should.   he  doesn’t  hit  the  ceiling  though  so  —  small  victories.   “  uh,  i  didn’t  actually  say  anything.  unless  you  can  read  minds. ”    she  is  a  powerful  witch  so  hey,  he  won’t  rule  it  out.   “  i  was  actually  wondering  if  you  could  help  me  though.   y’know,  witch  to  witch. ”   he  whispers  this  last  part,  like  it’s  a  big  secret.    

#interactions. #davina. #// cambionprobs

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MOORE, J

There’s nothing. The top corner of her screen that should be showing her service bars is only showing her that it’s searching for a signal and failing to find one, even as she holds the flip phone up above her head in hopes it might register. “Come on, come on, come onnn,” she half begs, frowning when she brings it back down where she can see it before shaking her head, stuffing it back into the pocket of her pajama pants.

She’s dreaming, or at least she figures she must be, because she wouldn’t go out in public dressed like this. She doesn’t know why she’s dreaming something like this, but she’ll figure it out. She’ll see Brady or Sam or someone that she actually knows here and she’ll wake up warm and comfortable in bed to go to class in the morning… Or something. (has she ever had a lucid dream like this before? has she ever been aware that she was dreaming?)

It’s only when she sees someone walking ahead of her that she springs into action, jogging the few steps she needs to to catch up to them before reaching out to tap their shoulder, “Hey, can I borrow your phone for a minute? I’ve got no signal.”

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somewhere  between  delta  and  echo,  his  phone  died.  it’s  more  brick  than  phone  at  the  moment,  weighing  down  his  pocket  as  his  scooter  zooms  from  one  district  to  the  next.  he’s,  admittedly,  a  bit  of  a  distracted  driver  as  he  belts  his  own  music  while  he  rides  —  roar  by  katy  perry,  at  present  —  given  his  headphones  are  now  just  as  useless  as  the  brick  they’re  connected  to.  

he  screeches  to  a  stop  however  when  he  narrowly  avoids  running  down  a  pretty  blonde  who’s  looking  at  her  phone  like  it’s  just  as  useless  as  his.   he  feels  her  pain.  “  wish  i  could. ”   he  replies  sorrowfully,  fishing  it  out  of  his  pocket  and  making  a  show  of  pushing  the  power  button  only  for  the  screen  to  stay  blank.   “  i’m  like   ...  the  worst  at  remembering  to  charge  my  phone.   i’ve  got  a  cable  though  if  you’ve  got  an  iphone. ”   he  digs  around  in  the  fanny-pack  he  wears  around  his  middle,  humming  triumphantly  when  he  finds  it  and  holds  it  up.   there’s  only  one  problem;   that  thing  she  calls  a  phone  is  a  total  dinosaur.   seriously,  it  looks  like  something  you’d  find  someone’s  grandma  selling  on  craigslist.  he  winces.    “  yeah,  no,  that’s  ...  not  going  to  work  with  your  phone. ”   he  feels  for  her,  he  does,  so  he  settles  on  the  next  best  thing  he  can  do  to  help.   “  i’ve  got  a  twelve  dollar  credit  on  this  thing. ”  he  explains,  patting  the  display  on  the  lyft  scooter.  “  i  can  probably  get  you  wherever  you  need  to  go. ”

#interactions. #jessica.

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The Mindy Project, Bat Mitzvah (S05E09)

#musings.

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MCCALL, S

     SCOTT FOUND HIMSELF in the midst of the town square, the exact same place where he woke up a few days ago. something around here felt off      why was he pulled to this part of town. was he even still in beacon hills or was this some sort of parallel universe of beacon hills. he reached into his pockets to find his cell phone, dialling stiles’s number he realised that he had NO SERVICE. if only his best friends were here; he was worried about them. what happened to them ?? did they manage to get out of the armoury or did the hunters find them and killed them? he felt completely detached from them. almost as if limbs were amputated. ‘       ’ he opened & closed his mouth again when he noticed someone had been staring at him. ‘ what do you want ?? ’ he groaned at the vague figure ahead of him. 

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it  takes  him  a  few  moments  to  reconcile  that  the  stranger  is  talking  to  him.  or  at  him,  maybe,  if  you  want  to  get  technical.  all  the  same,  he  points  at  himself  stupidly  —  like  he  needs  confirmation,  despite  the  obvious.  “  uhh  ... ”   it  takes  a  minute  for  his  brain  to  catch  up  with  his  mouth,  juggling  the  gatorades  between  his  hands  as  he  leans  forward  on  the  handlebars  of  his  lyft  scooter.   “  nothing,  really.   you’re  just  ...  kind  of  blocking  my  path,  dude.   this  thing’s  dope  but  it  CAN’T  jump  that  hedge  and  get  around  you. ”  not  yet  anyway.   he’s  holding  out  hope  that  this  bizarro-world  might  lend  itself  to  some  technological  advances  at  some  point  or  another;   like  how  the  sims  gets  expansion  packs.  “  you  good  ?   you  look  lost. ”

#interactions. #scott.

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( ross butler, 19, he/him )  welcome to reprieve, ARLO PARK.  rumor has it they are a WITCH/CAMBION, from LEGACIES, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the ECHO district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BLOODSTAINS SCRUBBED OUT OF CREAM COLORED CARPETS, LYFT SCOOTERS, AND THE PRODIGAL SON.

are you as tired of me doing intros as i am? ‘cuz bruh.  you’re getting the lazy sparknotes version bc i’m tired.

THE EARLY YEARS.

arlo is an original character from the legacies universe. he was a student at the salvatore school in mystic falls prior from being plucked from 2030 and dropped into reprieve 2020.  he was sent to the salvatore school, rather than staying at home and learning through his coven, after some really fucked up things happened with his dad. 

speaking of Some Fucked Up Things…  arlo’s dad is Not a good guy. he was the kind of guy who’d sacrifice people for power and justify his actions. he also liked to experiment on himself, and others, so hey valentine - you’d have a great friend in amycus park.  arlo has always been his dad’s closest ally, and sort of confidante, so his mom was shocked when she found out that not only was bad dad bad, but that arlo had known all along and hadn’t said anything.  he thought he could contain it, maybe talk him out of some of his terrible ideas, but his dad is Not OK and needs help.   but everything fell apart, his parents divorced and his dad disappeared before the coven could have him killed.  the coven voted to decide whether or not arlo and his mother could stay, given his father’s history, and they decided not to punish arlo because he was 16 - a child - and that the salvatore school could help give him more positive role models.

but here is the thing y’all, arlo’s dad is not his biological father. when his parents were trying to have kids they found out his dad couldn’t have kids. so they used a “sperm donor” and voila arlo was born! ( except that’s... not true either.  his father was a man that his mother was having an affair with. who was, you guessed it, a demon.  so arlo is a cambion - not that he knows that yet.) tbh arlo is pretty dumb so i don’t think he’s really even like become cognizant of the fact that he and his dad don’t look alike, and don’t have much in common.  is this ignorance or naivety? idk, if your parents tell you something who are you to question it.  anyways his mom never told him the truth even after everything with his dad bc she was afraid she would lose him. he was already closer with his father and she could feel him slipping down the wrong path. fear is a powerful motivator y’all.

personality wise he’s a ‘lil emo, a lil dramatic, always thinks people are talking shit about him.  in his defense, a lot of times they are.  his dad kind of fucked up their family’s reputation. after his dad left, taking all their money, arlo started getting creative on ways to make money; like doing magic for hire on the side.  basically you want something done? something you’re not super proud of or above board? he’ll help you out my dudes, dudettes, and persons.  he’s got you.  

WHAT COMES NEXT?

his best friend, in over his head with a powerful vampire, accidentally agrees to help the vampire body swap... not knowing arlo’s the body they picked.  as a result, arlo gets switched into several random bodies over the next few months while they try to track his down.  in the end, he gets his body back, and he vows never to complain about it ever again because he missed it.

there was a brief sexuality crisis where he realized he was not, in fact, straight, but bisexual.  he met a boy, fell in love, and they split amicably but the relationship helped him see sides of himself that he never really knew. 

speaking of other sides of himself... he’s started to realize that things sort of seem  to happen around him.  he accidentally gave a rude server at a bar a nose bleed, and the ground shook one day when he got into a huge fight with his mother. they assumed it was his magic running out of control, that he was growing stronger and couldn’t get a handle on things, but as more and more strange things happen... he’s starting to wonder how true that is.   and now, dropped in reprieve without his friends, family, or security nets... he’s like a fish out of water. 

#rpv:intro

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ROSS BUTLER VMAN (2020) // Photographed by Yu Tsai

#visage.

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#visage.

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VERONICA

Veronica looked at him and tilted her head a bit as she thought. “Well they do tend to give more fries that I can eat so I guess I wouldn’t miss some, better than them going to waste.”She replied chuckling softly. “Homework, oh I haven’t had to do that in a long time”She said as she rested her head on her hand.

“  awesome.  everybody  wins. ”   he  can’t  help  but  grin,  fist  pumping  into  the  air  in  victory.  “  if  you ever  feel  like  a  throwback,  and  you  know  anything  about  the  civil  war,  you’re  like  ...  super  welcome  to  write  my  essay  for  me. ”  considering  all  he’s  managed  to  do  is  write  his  name  down  and  scribble  a  few  doodles  onto  the  back  of  his  notebook,  anything  she  could  do  would  be  better  than  that.   “  it’s  due  tomorrow  and  i  haven’t  started. ”   at  this  rate,  even  if  he’d  been  alive  during  the  civil  war,  he  wouldn’t  have  enough  time  to  write  an  entire  essay.    in  summation,  he’s  screwed.

#interactions. #veronica.

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ERIN

minding her own business— something she’s not actually good at, so cue that rising need to turn her head into the direction of the only movement she’s walked past for at least five minutes. seeing the guy she recognises from the day the whole city went into a literal ice block  (  which feels like it happened a lifetime ago now, considering the warmer temperatures now  ),  she edges herself closer to the scene he was creating. hey, she wasn’t knocking it, releases that built up frustration was something she could get on board with, but it wasn’t exactly subtle. “guessing the garage is yours and you’re not smashing some randomers property?”

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"  technically  it’s  my  mom’s  garage.  she  may  or  may  not  know  what’s  happening. ”   more  of  the  latter  than  the  former,  but  that’s  a  future  arlo  problem.   his  anger  and  frustration  has  been  building  for  weeks  and  without  a  healthy  outlet,  he’s  practically  felt  the  stress  lines  etching  themselves  across  his  forehead.  he  does  not  want  to  look  like  he’s  in  his  sixties  by  the  time  he  hits  his  forties.   this  seemed  like  as  good  a  way  as  any  to  try  and  combat  it.   “  i’ll  fix  it  after.   so  like,  she  never  really  needs  to  know. ”   excuses,  party  of  one.    he  hands  the  bat  over  all  the  same,  murmuring  an  incantation  under  his  breath  and  pressing  his  fingers  against  the  glass.   the  splintered  edges  start  to  recede,  the  glass  suddenly  back  in  pristine  condition;   like  nothing  ever  happened.   if  only  people  could  be  put  back  together  that  easily.   “  there.  good  as  new  and  ready  to  get  wrecked. ”   he  grins.   “  do  your  worst. ”

#interactions. #erin.

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VERONICA

Veronica lifted her head up from the table and looked over at him with a small chuckle escaping from her lips. “What do you mean by a fingers fee. I ordered myself a burger and fries so are you fine with sharing the fries with me?”She asked as she placed her head back down looking over at him still.

"  that’s  basically  what  it  means. ”   he  answers  with  a  nod  of  his  head.  “  basically  like,  as  payment  for  helping  you  out,  you  share  your  fries.   if  that’s  cool  with  you,  it’s  cool  with  me.  get  your  nap  on. ”   he  tugs  a  book  out  of  his  bag,  clutching  it  to  his  chest.  “  i’ve  got  homework  i  can  pretend  to  do  so  —  i’ve  got  nothing  better  to  do. ”

#interactions. #veronica.