ruexoconnor

[ruexoconnor]

He follows the order instinctively and moves out of the way, only to watch her fail at what she was attempting to do. "You want some help with that?" he didn't really want to help, but she was one of the prettiest people he'd ever laid eyes on and the shallow part of him insisted he spends more time in her presence. "I got nowhere to be, put me to work."

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⌖ ― aliyah simmons / open event starter / @exitiumstarters

"excuse you, make way!" she exclaimed, her digits wrapped around the clothing rack, and just as she could feel herself swelling with pride in being able to successfully make her way out of the 'carnival workers only tent' with the costumes that her heel got caught on something and next thing she knew she was stumbling, her hands fumbling to grip tighter on the metal to regain her footing. a laugh pulled from chest once she was standing upright.

#c: aliyah

[ruexoconnor]

"Magic is one of the most variant gifts afforded to us as whole. Every other species has rules, and for the most part they exist within the confines of those rules. Witches, on the other hand, exist in so many different shades it's almost futile to even try and understand it. I'm psychic, but I have friends whose sight manifests different to mine. It's the way we absorb magic perhaps, the way we mould it, practice it -- befriend it, that ultimately defines how we execute." he takes another bite. "Picture this. Four children are born with a talent for drawing. All four are given guidance in the exact same way. They are taught colour theory, different mediums, shown work of artists that came before them -- yet each of those four children will end up developing a style of their own. They will take the tools, they will adopt the rules, and the end result will still be unique to them. To who they are. I think magic is the same way, no matter how many pointers you are given, it is up to you to figure it out for yourself. And you may just have more talent than others." he'd assumed as much based on her few words. "My only advice -- do not be afraid of those powers. Do not bottle them up, no matter what you do, just make sure you're not pretending to be something you're not." this was the second time tonight he'd heard of the foxes, and maybe it was destiny that orchestrated it for him in a manner he'd understand. But understood he did. "Trust your fox. I can tell it has good intentions."

There was a finger gun before she took a bite gingerly. "Psychic. That sounds pretty cool. My magic is tied to my feelings and it scares me because what if I get too pissed. I dream sometimes I'll just explode and freeze the earth. Sometimes a fox tackles me to stop it but I have no clue what that means." Nova admits. "But maybe theres hope for both of us. You just need to find a teacher! I'm sure you're not the only psychic and then you can do what you want with the psychic powers. Right?" Nova said thinking a bit too naively. Nova nodded. "I will try to remember myself too. I should take my lunch breaks when its alloted. Otherwise whats the point of them. Work hard but take care of myself." Nova looked at him before humming. "It's a long shot but maybe I can cast a spell on a tailsman so you won't be too tired-" Nova offered. "I think take care of yourself too but think of it as a supplement!"

#c: nova

[ruexoconnor]

"You know what?" he'll place the jacket back down, offering a chair to the other as he found his own seat. "I can take in one more." there's an inviting smile, the kind that was supposed to reassure the other. And he wished he'd ordered food instead of talking himself out of it last minute. "Forgive me if my observation might be off, but you seem rattled. Is everything alright?"

It had been ages since Theodora had gotten her palm read, something she used to do on the road. Being someone who never had a home, meant that you the people around you held many talents. For the past few days, the banshee felt like a shell of herself. Only a few things seemed to really catch her interest and that happened to be the sign for a Psychic. Walking through the curtains, she took a seat only for the person to pay no mind to her arrival. "Oh okay, umm should I wait here?" Her voice was meek as she spoke, hands gripping her crossbody satchel as if her life depended on it. "Sorry, don't mind me I will figure it out." Getting up for the seat she let out a heavy sigh.

#c: theo

[ruexoconnor]

His eyes narrow in curiosity as he lets her have a go. And she looked so adorable attempting to read him that he had no heart to tell her just how wrong she had been. "Close enough. I reckon with little practice...you could get pretty good." Rue will lean in slightly, voice dropping. "Some advice, free of charge of course." his nose will wrinkle as he smiles and he'll take in a breath. " -- don't always trust your instincts. First impressions can be wrong." pouring them both some tea, he sets the cards in front of her and nods. "Think of reading as a sort of...investigation. You have a person in front of you. And this person has a complex set of circumstances, connections, bonds -- all of which had shaped their way of thinking throughout their life. Shaped who they became, who they are." there's a brief pause as he takes a sip of the hot tea, and he'll look at her once again. "People come in, asking for their future. More times than not, what they really want is affirmation. To figure out who they are right now. To be told they're good and...things will turn out alright. I'm just a tool usually, and I'm much cheaper than therapy."

She took his hands and studied them for a second before meeting his eyes. It was almost like a moment of clarity struck over her for a brief moment to take in who he was in just a second or two. "You're someone who's always thinking of the next step, always making sure that you're two steps ahead of things," she mused, tilting her head somewhat as if to get a better read. "You're also extremely confident, to the point it can come across cocky - but what do I know." she shrugged before realizing this wasn't what he asked her. "Oh, wait, you want me to ask you questions, okay, gimme a second," she said as she let go of his hands and thought for a moment. "Yeah, I'm not good at questions, I think I did a decent job though" she said, almost like an excited puppy waiting to be rewarded

#c: mavi

[ruexoconnor]

He could almost touch the confusion. And she didn't have to convince him of her words, Rue knew them to be true. "That's alright." it was not the first time a person walked in unaware of the many reasons universe chose to send them his way, but it was the kind of job he could not refuse. "Suppose we can figure it out together. Why you're here...that is." pulling out a chair for her, Ruby will flip around the 'open' sign at the door and shut the main lights before turning on a kettle. "Tea?"

The last thing that Billie could recall had been waiting for Briggs and Lucas to finish up on a ride; after too much cotton candy had left her stomach in knots and she had insisted on sitting this one out. Instead of sitting it out however, she had instead wandered; aimlessly as she sometimes did in a banshee haze. As the other’s voice registered, she blinked as if she was seeing for the first time. “No— I’m sorry— I” there was an expression of confusion, Billie clearing her throat as she checked around for Briggs, before her gaze returned to Ruby. “I don’t – I don’t know why i’m here. I shouldn't be.”

#c: billie #300 years later

[ruexoconnor]

Rue didn't think he was being particularly rude or anything. But judging by her words, perhaps he'd been perceived that way. "Forgive me I, I mean I guess I thought you were here for a reading not...company." he puts on a jacket and opens the door for her to go first. "I'd be delighted to have you tag along. If company is all you seek." lighting a cigarette he starts to walk, brows furrowing as he looks at her. "Your friends running late?"

lizzie had been wandering through the carnival for well over an hour now, just taking in the sights and sounds before her and getting a fairly good idea of the different attractions that this thing had to offer. she'd just wandered up to the booth that ruby was working when he claimed that he was going to take a break. ❝ well that's no way to treat a lady. ❞ the blonde teased, offering her friend a playful smile. ❝ at least invite her to tag along, why don't you? ❞

#c: lizzie

[ruexoconnor]

He takes half her food and thanks her with a gesture of his hand before digging in. "Well, as a psychic, which is...barely a witch I suppose I can relate to that. I never minded though. Just wish I knew how to uh, I dunno, be better at it I guess?" it was a strange confession, but he'd honed his skills since childhood and somehow always felt like he was lacking. "Saving peoples lives is no easy feat. But before you can care for others you ought to take care of yourself. Hard as it may be..." he hoped the other understood what he had meant to say, though if anyone would it would be her. "I mostly work nights so, I guess I never really feel the passage of time. Digging through peoples heads though it can be...draining. If I push too hard it all just...pushes back..."

"Excellent Mr. O'Connor." Nova said with smile as she took the knife and cut it in half. "Sometimes i can't tell if I'm welcome. Being witch you don't feel human enough and not supernatural enough. It's a weird limbo." Nova admitted. The newness was still raw. Nova smiled back. "I work in a hospital, sometimes I do so much work I lose time and not eat until the end of the shift witch can be 3 am." Nova said with a shrug. "how about you- do you get occupied with your own work?"

#c: nova

[ruexoconnor]

"An empath, huh?" he preferred to be the judge of that himself. But he was admittedly intrigued. "Alright then beautiful, take a seat..." he pulls a chair out for her and then sits on the one just barely any distance away from hers. His hands are on the table, as is the deck of tarot cards should she wish to pick that method instead. "I'm an open book, give it a read. Ask away." a smile is tugging on his lips, and he enjoyed the prospect of someone else digging through his head for a change. "Tea can wait."

"Don't tempt me, though right now I'm game for whatever," she said, wondering for a brief moment by what 'whatever' meant exactly but oh well, she'd figure that out later - hopefully not in someone else's bed. "I'm an empath so I read emotions pretty well," she nodded, "not to brag, y'know?" she joked, brushing non-existent dust off her shoulders. "Right now I'm game for anything, what kind do you have, oh mighty psychic?"

#c: mavi

[ruexoconnor]

The other piqued some sort of interest and Rue let go of his jacket and lit up a cigarette, offering him a chair to sit on. "Herbal tea?" another offer followed as he set the kettle to a boil yet again, and let the coolness of the room ground him before he goes digging through the head of a fox. Admittedly, the other seemed in a very 'revealing' mood himself, so this shouldn't be as much of a challenge as he had feared.

"So your mother has passed -- sorry, for your loss." he's trying to recollect the facts before he dives in. "Before she did, she promised you would find a fox that will guide you? At the same time..." he goes through the motions of making the tea, smoking, and overall thinking and finds himself glancing over at the other every now and again. "Your father refuses to speak of your mother? And I sense your relationship with the man is strained at best?" parental relationships were sure complicated in this town, but it made it less surprising on each turn to find an asshole father meddling or refusing to provide even a smidge of compassion.

"Foxes in folklore are...different. Much like psychics, vampires, witches, wolves...it's hard to paint a whole species with the same brush but -- some....similar rules usually apply. Vampires and the sun, wolves and the moon...dragons and their fire it -- it takes some exploring to get to the bottom of it but -- I'm willing to try." he finally sits across from the other and rubs his palms together, offering them out. "Your hands?"

"Fuck if I know. I don't ask him about her." It would likely end up with TJ being told to stop chasing bedtime stories - but actually, TJ's father knew more than he let on. There was a reason he hated TJ, but more than anything, it was the thing he could become that he hated. "I never told him about the promise but...he always had this one thing he never stopped repeating, something about sacrificing conscience for love?" Foxes were malicious, but the Korean-Foxes Gumiho especially so. It was when TJ's mother lost control that his father saw the danger that was potentially inherited and just as the OEA eradicate the supernatural, it was TJ's father who wished to eradicate the foxes from his family lineage and that's what that sacrifice intended. If his father could push him to make a sacrifice - kill.

TJ was ever the clueless-fox; he didn't know his own history; he didn't know what his mother was or what his father hated him for. He presented as human, and without the fox-spirit activated he was human - could continue to be. His chaos? That would always linger and the control TJ wanted in his life was the fox hungering for power to be set free.

Alone and unaware he'd be a danger to himself, to others, because he was uncontrolled....but he did have someone. The one always on his side, the one he loved, Nova, she was a shrine maiden, the history was written, it was her duty to keep yokai under control and maybe that's why chaos became calm around her.

Neither of them knew that nor did TJ know he had met other foxes. The Mayor, even Kevin. He was so close to the thing he was looking for but he couldn't see it - he couldn't even see that the thing he wanted to find was himself.

"The tails?" That was TJ's guess, on how to find a fox. This idea he'd find a fox with 9-tails exactly was unlikely. "But can't you just tell me when and where? And how? I mean, that's kinda your deal, right? Tell people the future?"

#c: tj #fdjskfj lets gooo

[ruexoconnor]

Before he could even think of adequate reassurance to send her way, she was on her feet and the pink dress was on the floor. There was words stuck in his throat and he had to swallow them looking away just to ensure he wasn't acting some type of way. "Both dresses are fine." fine? That's a bad choice of words. "Better...better than fine they're -- you're --" beautiful? He'd already said that. "Have you spoken to Billie yet?" a change of topic, that'll do.

Truth be told, if they were to just lay in bed for the rest of the evening, she wouldn’t have been too upset it. Crawling into the space next to him, she nuzzles herself closer and her eyes are heavy as she closes them. The compliment causes brims to tug into a smile, and her eyes are still closed until she’s glancing upwards and looking at him. “Do you think the pink is too much? It was my mom’s but I don’t know if it’ll get ruined at the festival.” Except, it was a carnival— not a festival at all. She doesn’t quite know the difference between the two, if you were to ask her honestly. “I have this other..” She doesn’t realize the conflict in his eyes, doesn’t quite catch the signal or whatever hints were expressed in his features, as she rises from her spot on the bed. She takes a few steps forward into the bedroom, where the blue dress has hung. “This one I got from the market down the street. Saturdays they have a lot of vendors, this woman— her name is Angelise— she sews them by hand.” And she doesn’t give him much time to digress, when she’s unzipping the pink, letting the fabric fall to the floor and stepping into the blue. “Do you think it’s better?” Will they laugh at me?

#c: duchess

[ruexoconnor]

Her words are sweet, and he didn't have to hop into her mind to know they were true. She spoke her mind more free than anyone else he'd ever known. Apart from, perhaps, his mother. Though he didn't much like to think of her and his mother aboard the same train of thought. Luckily for him, the distraction is imminent as she climbs into bed with him, and he will finally process the dress, the make-up and a wave of guilt will pass him as he pulls her closer. "You look beautiful." his eyes are on the ceiling as he says it. He could never look at her directly when composing a compliment. "We can still go, you know? To the carnival..." he was feeling like a dick, he should have invited her sooner. "Unless you already got plans." gaze is soft on hers as he says it, and he pulls her in further, brushing the back of his fingers against her cheeks as they passed over. For a second, like many times before, he wonders if this was the right time to kiss her. But then he looks away, deciding it was not. It probably never will be. "Maybe we can...we can go in a little bit. -- Tell me about your day."

The afternoon was spent in the book shop. A few customers here and there, mostly those that she had considered regulars- one of which was an elderly man, who had been her father's barber for years.. That she would stay open for him, as he only made trips downtown once a week. This week, he was returning another recommendation she had for him. The Keeper of Stars. And although her mind had been drifted elsewhere, she sat and talked with him, until he would return in a few days. Truth be told, she fought with herself up until the moment that Ruby had arrived. Though spending an hour getting ready, most of which involved her passing back and forth. I'm going to go. No I'm not. Yes I am. I am. I'm not. A constant mumbling under her breath, and even her ferns- who were the most patient of her plants, seemed to hum in annoyance of her inability to make the jump. She leaves her curls wild, as she likes them, and her features are dusted with the fairest shades of pink. She's even bold enough to take a few steps towards the door, only to make it to the steps of the shop- where she sat until Ruby had rounded the corner.

It wasn't new to her, and if she were being honest- maybe going to the carnival with someone else, would make it less nerve wracking.. Would make her grow the courage she needed, in order to leave the shop. The tulips in her window whispered amongst themselves, as she passes. Giggling as they often did when she'd let Ruby crash on the couch, or the bed. "Hush." It's scolded through pouted lips, and they grew silent. When she listens to him go on about the girl, her brows tethered together. "I think you did what was best for the moment." She finally added, voice soft like petals as she's climbing into the bed, overlaid a white duvet. She makes no mind to the dress she's wearing, or the way pale pink wrinkled with the movement as her frame shifts next to him. "Sometimes, too many pieces can cloud the whole picture. Like an abstract painting, with too many lines. It blurs together." People were like that, she'd noticed. You could have all the pieces to a puzzle, but you'd still need to put it together. "I think she has to figure it out on her own.." As did everybody else. "There is no right or wrong thing."

#c: duchess

[ruexoconnor]

@ofhowlingxs. Closed Starter - Duchess.

He was only supposed to take a short break. But after the certain amount of pushing, his mind was starting to crumble. There were side-effects, to any kind of magic, and Ruby's came to pass upon heavy immersion with another persons reality. It's when his own would start to lose a solid form. A proper shape. And there would be times where he would have memories, or feelings, or thoughts -- only to realise a little too late they were not his own.

As tired as can be, he finds his way to Duchess' door. A small exchange is dealt between them before he walks in, eyes half-closed, he aims for the hammock in the corner of the room, shaded by the branches of small and various plants. He falls into it, effortlessly, like so many times before, and he lights the first joint in the day passing it onto her as his hands rest on his chest, eyes on the ceiling. "A girl walked in tonight..." he begins the story, and slowly but thoroughly, he explains what had happened. Duchess had been his only solace for some time now, the only place his mind could rest. And his favourite thing? About the bookstore? About her apartment? About her? It was always quiet. And he could hear his own thoughts. "Do you think I did the right thing? Not telling her everything?”

#c: duchess

[ruexoconnor]

There is a shift, he can feel it, but he would leave the future to her own devices, knowing that going deeper into everything that was about to come her way -- would only stir more anxiety, only cause anguish and further loss of the glimmer of hope she now desperately held on to. Her road was a tough one, and Rue couldn't quite understand why some people had to endure such trials while others were left untouched, almost floating through time with nothing of significance ever coming their way. He envied the latter.

With eyes back on her, he'll use his hand to wave away her comment. "Nah, no trouble at all." he takes one of the business cards neatly placed in a deck near the entrance, and offers it to her. It had his general details, along with a very beautiful new design he only now just fully grasped. Duchess outdid herself with these ones, it almost seemed like the stars in the back were moving...shining beneath the lights of the shop. He snaps out of thought. "Right, that's....that's me." he points at it. "My usual address is there as well, in case you ever need...a cup of tea." he knew she felt lonely, he spent enough time in her head to see just how isolated she had felt. How confused. How hopeless. -- And if he could provide any relief, any at all, then it would be the least he could do for someone like her.

Happy they were about to go find some food, he digs through his pockets for the keys. "Just a minute." and he'll walk off to grab his jacket, only to stop by the table and take a quick peak at the bottom of her teacup, as he put it on. He wasn't gonna tell her, what he saw, not now, but to avoid being asked he'll take both cups and put them in the sink on his way out. "Ready?" the door is open and he locks it quickly behind as yet another cigarette is found between his lips. Fresh air felt good on his skin and he was glad to be out of the shop.

'Cassian Lancaster'

The name felt familiar, and he'd seen the face in the havoc of memories and visions that almost drowned him. There was a feeling of distrust, growing, eating away, and he knows there's nothing he can do to ease it away. "Ah..." he says pulling in the smoke, and a smile is tugging on his lips. "When I first did your reading, back when you came with your sister..." he starts, perhaps bringing up her sister a bit too casually. "Your colour for love was violet. Like a very gentle shade of violet. You have a lot of purples, dark blues, reds, it's not odd for a water sign but -- I digress." his brows will furrow for a moment. "What you've been through has left you somewhat...muted. Grey. It's perfectly normal, I don't want you to worry it's just -- well, it can be hard to read." which brings him back to Cassian. "He was different, in your mind, not by a large margin but -- he was vesper violet. Not grey. There's feelings there I know, and confusion and...fear." he was not working now, he was not focused, just walking with a cigarette, talking to a friend, hoping the hot-dogs did not come with a disgusting layer of mustard.

"I can't give you the answer you're looking for." he could, but he chose to stay out of things when he did not have the whole picture. And without reading Cassian himself, there was no way he could access all the many elements of the truth. "Just remember not every lie is a betrayal." they finally reach the hot dog stand and he looks at her, curls falling over long lashes as he gets slightly uncomfortable. "Could you uh, could you ask if the hot-dogs come with mustard?"

Hope, what a fickle thing it was. She had spent her entire life, on the road that hope would make it hurt less. That hope, would bring her back around to love again. That there was hope, something more was out there than this darkness inside her. Inside all of them. In the moments of her greatest despair, hope was the only thing that had kept her heart alive. Kept it beating, and bleeding- for a purpose she hadn't known just yet. And as he reads her cards, she listens. Her body is frozen in place, but she will lean down into the seat slowly, cautiously, as her body and everything within her, is screaming to run for the hills. He asks her who she had thought about, and there's a moment when she might answer- honesty had always been her downfall. But he retracts the question, and she's both grateful and disappointed. Her hand reaches for the cup once she's noticed him staring, drinking the tea and listening some more. When she finishes, the herbs that are stuck to the bottom of the teacup, tell a story. She's not sure what it means, or if it did anything.. Only that he was right, she didn't feel as.. trapped.

Listening to each card, she takes it with both a grain of salt and curious intent. For the first time since she came back from that cabin in the mountains, she felt some kind of relief. The doubt that was plaguing her mind, was not that of quiet nothingness. There was something in her gut telling her to listen closer. To see what was being pointed out to her-- and her heart falls back to him. How Cassian had looked at her, when she'd come to him. How his fingertips trembled when he reached out for her, like she was made of glass-- like she'd break in the palm of his hand. She'd excused it to her own grief. Her own ignorance. It was her fault- it had to of been. Until- words kept replaying back in her head. Again and again. I wouldn't lie to you. I wouldn't lie to you. It wasn't the OEA. How could he be so sure? And how could she have not have questioned it? She trusted him. She loved him. He wouldn't lie to her.

And still- she's staring at the card. Staring and staring. And her heart of hearts, is banging on the door of her chest. It's squeezing at the cavity inside, and draining it like a puddle on the floor. He wouldn't lie to her-- he wouldn't do something like this. He wouldn't-- he wouldn't have let her sister die.

She's blinking back at him now, and down to the card he's outstretched, taking it within her hand and finally- there was something more than just this gnawing feeling of nothing. Now, anger was replaced with knowledge. Now, she was hungry for the answers she'd came in here to get. A coven. Magic. Not the OEA.. And her heart might break all over again-- but she has to know.. There was hope, and the light inside her may have been hidden. it may have been blown out-- but the wick was still warm.

"I feel like I've caused you enough trouble." It's finally breathed, but she accepts his invitation. "There's a lot of food out there.. I should probably eat something too.." And then irises flickered back to the cups he'd poured for her, and she's sorry for wasting the alcohol. Not that it would do much for her. But.. Bella would have liked him.

She follows him out now, a few footsteps in and pauses a bit. "Cassian Lancaster." The name is tipped on the edge of her lips, and she's watching him now. "It's who I was thinking of earlier when you asked."

#c: gabi #welcome to irrational fear of costumer service hjdshf

[ruexoconnor]

Ruby shrugs, having not found it surprising in the least that the other thought so low of him. But people often tended to underestimate what they couldn't understand, and it's not like it was Rue's job to walk around convincing people that he could literally see the future play out, that he could guide it, advise it, even change it at times. "Self-fulfilling prophecies are a well-documented psychological phenomenon, you're right about that." there's a smile, if Rue really wanted to, he could hop into his mind, change his opinion entirely, but he was not the one to cross lines of autonomy for petty reasons. "Forgive me if I've insulted you by supposing you're here for a reading, it's not like there's a massive sign at the door with 'psychic reading, let your future be known' in capital letters." a little bit of sarcasm never hurt anybody, did it? "So why exactly are you here?"

“oh please, I wouldn’t be interested in that anyway.” henrik remarked, arms folded for a moment. this new whole telling everything came to mind still coming out. “psychics are wannabe witches, pathetic almost and those truths you tell people are bullshit, because you make people believe in that stuff so it happens, there’s no actual truth to it.” Psychics, the worse of the worse in henriks opinion.

#c: henrik

[ruexoconnor]

He couldn't tell what was so funny, it certainly hadn't been him But he joins in her laughter anyway, unable to resist. There always came a point in every laugh, when the laugh itself became the joke. Perhaps this had been one of those times. "Nope --" he laughs now, louder, at his own fucking name. "Ruby. She went for Ruby." tears pile up over long dark lashes and he takes in a deep breath, finally calming down. "You can call me Ashley though. Would be kinda brilliant to be known around town under names of different women." maybe eventually he'd grew a pair of tits and a bigger ass. "That's pretty much it, yeah. Always wanted a girl, picked a name, bought a bunch of pink shit 'cause she was so 'certain' I was a girl and...well, she shouldn't have to change a thing just 'cause I came out with a dick ey? I kind of liked the Malibu Barbie." okay his mother may not have gone as far as to get him a set of Barbies, but a joke was a joke. And he never had any proper toys. The commune was more oriented on creating ones own tools for fun. That had been the time he learnt how to successfully make small ships out of wood. All he had to do after was wait for rain to test them out in the bigger puddles. "Alright, Allen, let's combine our elements of parental disappointment and share a drink...since we can't share a ride."

Truth be told, she had once been a notorious flirt. It's how she and Riley had started off. Harmless at first, until Alena had come to terms with the fact she did in fact have a thing for girls. And of course, at one point her mother had accused it of being a phase, only to come to accept it later on. Her nose recoils into a gentle wrinkle with the remaining smile that rests on her face. Fuck, her cheeks hurt from laughing. What was so funny anyways? "No way, is it something like--" She tilts her head, observing him. "Ashley." The smile widens, his was infectious too- but she was far nicer now than she would have been had he met her at any other given time. What was wrong with her? "Your mom wanted a girl or something? Cause' I'm pretty sure my dad forced me to work on his car because he wanted a boy. Probably would have named me Allen, if my mom wasn't a raging bitch about it."

#c: alena

[ruexoconnor]

He's relieved to learn the other had stumbled upon the stand by mistake. The tired mind was now longing for a cigarette and a crust-free sandwich he ate in the comfort of silence and zero judgment. "Oh your friend must have high hopes for the both of you. Who knows? Maybe it's only uphill from here?" maybe she ended up in this shop for a reason, and that intrigued him. He may have been tired but, he could still at the very least promote his business. Make it somewhat of a desirable option. "That sounds like a splendid idea." he always enjoyed watching others, take a shot at his medium. "Here's some professional advice -- always ask the costumer about their parents. It'll usually get you a way 'in'. Not much different than therapy really..." though his readings were done with supernatural insight into other peoples minds, there was always ways for his branch of work to provide comfort even without a talent such as his. Nature always spoke back, and some people were keen listeners. "Tea?"

Soaked by a quick rainstorm, she found solace in the first place she saw that provided shade, unaware of what the stand was for. Finally seeing the sign off to the side offering palm readings she couldn't help but laugh. "My friend thought it'd be fun to try one of these things but honestly with the luck I've had I think I'm good," she said with a wave of her hand. "Feel free to take as long as you want - hell I'll even take your place and see if I can sound convincing enough if you want," she offered jokingly

#c: mavi

[ruexoconnor]

"I gather it matters to you a lot then." though he obviously had no idea who Kevin was, it seemed the other had strong feelings about Kevins little alien obsession. What an odd night this was turning out to be. "Never met the dude. But hey, after all that I do feel like I know 'im."

There's a train of thought, running over the tracks of his brain and straight out of his mouth. It was possible the unicorn to be exhibited tonight, was actually this guys mother. A message on foxes, sudden and mysterious disappearance. If she did run away, or die, she at least did it in style. Rue could respect that. "What's your dad got to do with the whole fox situation? The two seem fairly disconnected." he was trying to catch the other, but it seemed he was too drugged up to offer information in a manner that made sense.

He's thinking about it now, had the other not known there was a fox hidden inside of him? Had he really never met one of his kind? "How would you recognise a fox? They're shape-shifters, right?"

TJ wasn't actually threatening the guy with the OEA; he just wanted the dude to stick around, and it worked. Job done. "It matters to me as much as the aliens matter to Kevin... you know that guy thinks I'm mocking him? I swear there was an alien at one of the game stalls earlier. Let me tell you, that shit is freaky." For whatever reason, TJ acted like the man in front of him was his friend. "Wait, you do know Kevin, right? That guy needs one of these things cause he thinks he's a wolf. I'm telling you, and him, he's not a wolf. He's a meal on wheels to those wolves."

Once again, TJ's train of thought was going off the tracks. "None of that matters really, though." Did it matter? Or did it not? Yeah. Conflicting notions. "What was the point again?" He took a pause as he figured out what it was the guy actually wanted to hear. "Oh! Right, so my mom made a promise to me that I'd meet a fox, but she never told me how, just that foxes have the answers. She kinda left when I was young. I mean, maybe she died too. I don't know. She just never came back." The emotional train-wreck came to the station. "I didn't ask my father cause the dude terrifies me. I want to find a fox, but I don't want to ruin her memory and her promise because of him." With a sigh, letting that brief emotional train-wreck roll off and return to his regular scheduled train of weirdness. "Also, I really want to meet a fox, man. I met vampires, wolves, witches, hell, even a fucking unicorn, but... where are the foxes? I gotta meet one. You gotta help me find one." With that all said, he held out his hand.

#c: tj #// rue is turning out to be my most patient muse fhjdsh