aarin duskin. 32 years old. manager at cobblestone cafe. engaged to marcel vaughn. living in emerald mist. kismet harbor native.
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"Yeah, nothing worse than dragging something out," she knew that it had happened to people before. One or both people wanted out and couldn't break it off. She worried, in part, that was going to happen to her and Marcel after he found out he was a father. "You do, you have a lot of people that care about you, Tyler. I know it may be hard to see," she placed a hand atop of his knee and gave it a squeeze. "You can always talk to me if you need." @tylerxday
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From what he had seen and heard about Bridget, he could tell the breakup was harder on him than Bridget. But he was going to get past it; he just knew it was going to take time. He wasn't the type to get over a love so fast. "I know it's for the better now over later" if they would have moved in and made it all worse. "I know that I know I have friends and family....and work," but both, one after another, were rough. "I mean I hope so" he said just wanting to have a day he didn't feel like crap. @aarinxduskin
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Aarin felt her hand fall from Marcel's with how abruptly he stood up after hearing the news. She lifted her chin, looking up at him and hoping that she could read any expression on his face, but it looked like she was too late. Marcel had already started to hide his emotions and Aarin's heart sank into the pit of her stomach. "I-" she looked at Marcel before he quickly exited and she turned her attention back to Sandy. "I'm going to go check on him." @marcelvaughn @sandyxpowell
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Marcel's ears were ringing loudly in his head, tuning out the sound of his fiance's voice, alongside all the conversations that were going on around them, as his mind was still trying to process the news he had just been presented with. He was a dad. An actual dad. Abruptly, he stood up from his seat. He looked at the little boy, hoping he had not startled him, though he had certainly captured the attention to some of the people in their proximity. "I--" He opened his mouth to speak. "I need some air." He added, before he pushed his chair back, looking at Aarin, "I'm sorry.." He said, before he headed towards the exit. @aarinxduskin
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Since finding out that Marcel was a father, it was clear that the dynamic had changed in their household. She wanted to give him space to process everything but she worried that by doing so, she had allowed him to put enough space between them that they might not get it back. Their wedding was quickly approaching and Aarin wasn't sure she'd be able to bounce back if he decided he didn't want to marry her. Aarin tried to focus on her job, knowing that she had to keep the stress down for Stevie and it was a great distraction from everything that was going on at home. But, she had to go home at. Aarin opened up the front door and was met by Marcel, "You did?" The brunette was surprised and her brows furrowed in concern towards her nose, "Are we okay, Marcel? I -" She shook her head, "I can't lose you again," the words came out as a whisper as she closed the door behind her. @marcelvaughn
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The atmosphere in the home Marcel shared with his fiance had shifted ever since that night they had gone to meet up with Sandy. Since she had broken the news about his son, he had tried to process the news the best he could, but it hadn't been an easy thing to do for a man so used to pushing all his feelings and emotions down, it had started to weigh on his relationship. He had walked into their home after finishing work for the day, walking over to the kitchen counter where he grabbed a vase form underneath the sink and poured some water into it, before putting down the bouquet of flowers he'd gotten on the way home. As the front door opened, he looked up to meet his fiance's face. Offering her a slight smile, he went to scratch the sudden itch in the back of his neck. "I um.. I got you some flowers.."
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"It's got a great view," Aarin looked out past the bluff and to the ocean. "I understand," the brunette was also someone with a lot on her mind. There was always something new to think about, right? "I'm sorry," she had heard about the relationship ending with Bridget. Things traveled rather quickly through Kismet Harbor. "I know it feels like you are alone, but know that you aren't." She knew that it was easier said than done. "Yeah," she nodded her head, "that means it can only go up from here, right?" @tylerxday
He nodded. "And I always like it here." he did love the ocean, so this was a good place for him to think and let things go. "to much to think about it" he said about what was on his mind. "I just... I waited so long to get back with her to not last... then my best friend moved out, I just feel like I am getting let alone." he knows it wasn't that. "Just all at once, and it sucks for me," and it kept his mood pretty sour. "I just got bit of bad luck I guess...." event time he. Felt like he was doing better another thing happened. @aarinxduskin
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Aarin nodded her head, "Yeah, I get that. It's a great place to get some thinking done." She smiled at him, "What's on your mind, Tyler?" She questioned him, a slight tip to her had, "If you want to talk about it, we don't have to," she understood as she wasn't keen on going through the trials of her own mind at the moment but she would if Tyler needed someone to talk to. @tylerxday
He didnt expect to see anyone right now. It was starting to get cold out so not as many people wanted to take walks or hikes out around the coast. So he knew he was going to be alone, and it was what he needed right now. Hearing his name, he looked around till he saw Aarin, then looked back towards the water. "Just needing to think...." he said as he looked back at her. "What about you?"
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"Hey, you never know, you may be crafting world renowned artists in that room," she teased Waverly, though it was something that was entirely possible one day. "Ah, yeah, I remember the stress like that," Aarin had always been the overachiever type, "unfortunately it's something they have to work out on their own, for the most part," she told Waverly, "one has to learn to self soothe, so to speak," she laughed softly, "Wedding plans are pretty much wrapped up," she grinned, "we've really just got to get married now." @waverly--erickson
"Ah yes, the high stakes world of high school art." Waverly laughed softly. Not that she didn't feel like her job was important, but it was good to be able to have a sense of humor about it. "Well, despite the fact that it's weeks away the kids are already foaming at the mouth to be on Thanksgiving break. Not that I blame them, obviously, but the focus hasn't been at an all time high exactly. Except for my AP class, though the issue with them is some of the kids are already stressing about portfolios being due in May. I wish I could reassure them more." That was of course easier said than done, and the blonde knew that having been pretty stressed out during her own high school experience. "Your turn, what's going on in wedding planning world?"
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"No, really, it's okay," Aarin knew that she had to manage it on her own and she would get to the bottom of it all, eventually. "Lots to do between here and the wedding planning," though it was practically planned. They just had to tie the knot but with Marcel's distance lately, she worried if that would even happen. "That's such a cute costume idea," she told Max, "I loved dressing up with my dad as a kid." @maxdiaz
Hearing what she said "Are you sure? I mean I don't mind trying to help or to get you it" he didn't know what it was to see if he could be of any help. He smiled as he sat across from her. "Well, you are a busy bee," he teased her with a chuckle. "But good, she's excited for Halloween," he smiled. "She talked me into being a beekeeper as she is a bee." he smiled. He was excited for it, too. @aarinxduskin
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Aarin's jaw nearly hit the table that she was working at when she heard the man's words. "A package?" She stared at the one he was holding. "Arlo you might have just become my new favorite person and life saver." The last thing she wanted to do was have to go to Stevie. She had been managing the cafe long enough at this point but still, the missing inventory had her stumped - until now. "Please, let me get you something on the house. Whatever you want." @arlocontreras
Even though he wasn't a vet at the vet clinic, being the receptionist often meant that he was the one that was in charge of the mail, packages included. He'd tried his best to get into a rhythm; putting away inventory, putting priority mail away in the appropriate office, junk mail being shredded, yet, this box in his hands had been put off to the side on one of his days off, untouched, and it wasn't until that morning that he realized why. It wasn't even theirs. After discovering that it belonged to Cobblestone, he'd loaded it in his car, determined to bring it to them himself, driving it over here just after his shift ended. He'd walked in to a surprisingly quiet place, placing the box on a nearby counter before he'd made his way to Aarin who was lost in thought and paperwork. He couldn't say he didn't know how that went. "No, I'm sorry." he shook his head, looking at her as if she had no right to apologize. In his eyes she didn't. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just brought a package by. We got a package that belonged to you guys and I wanted to be sure it got to the proper place." she spoke. "Hopefully it's what you guys have been missing." @aarinxduskin
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When the blonde woman confirmed that the young boy sitting on her lap was in fact Marcel's child, she felt her hand squeeze against her soon to be husband's only a moment before she pulled it into her own lap. She laced her hands together, unsure of what emotions were coursing through her veins. They hadn't been together in many years, so she couldn't be upset that he had a child. "But it took you years to come to town?" Aarin questioned, "I mean, why wait so long? Even with phone calls unanswered, why now?" @marcelvaughn @sandyxpowell
When a blonde woman approached the table, Aarin was a bit caught off guard by her. "Oh, it's, it's nice to meet you, too." The brunette was surprised by the words coming out of her mouth, partly wondering if they were genuine or not. When Marcel's ex-girlfriend sat down across from them and placed the young boy into her lap, calling him Marcello, Aarin felt her jaw starting to fall slack. She turned to look at Marcel, who seemingly hadn't a clue what was going on. "Marcel," she looked at her soon to be husband before looking back across the table, "I think that's your son." The words fell from her lips as it felt like her jaw hit the table. @marcelvaughn @sandyxpowell
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"Yeah, Buttercup is out there," she smiled with a nod of her head. "I had Abraham tack him up for me before we got here. He doesn't mind waiting." Aarin would grab him when Alliannah was comfortable to get on an ride. "He is a charmer," she smiled, rubbing her hand along the horse. "I appreciate you coming with me," she offered the sentiment to Alliannah again. She hadn't broken any news to the siblings, knowing it wasn't her place and wasn't going to ask point blank if Marcel had. It wasn't her kid, so it wasn't her news to give. @alliannahvaughn
Alliannah hadn't been horseback riding since she was a child, and while it wasn't her first thought when Aarin had asked her to join she couldn't say no. She wasn't exactly excited about it, but she was always willing to try new things or things she hadn't done in awhile. She was thankful that Aarin knew enough about the horses here to know who was decent to ride; chances are Alli would've picked the 'prettiest' one which would've likely been a disaster to try to ride. "Your horse is out here too right?" she questioned. "I assume you're going to give him some attention; trust me I wasn't asking to take him." she laughed. "I haven't ridden Junior before, no. But he's a charmer." @aarinxduskin
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"Ah, I'm sure you could be," she teased the woman, "I'll do whatever it takes." Aarin continued to joke with her, a smile resting against her lips. "It's good to see you, too," she nodded her head in agreement, "How are things with you, though?" She questioned Waverly, "Catch me up on the world of an art teacher." @waverly--erickson
As Aarin walked over to the table immediately apologizing, Waverly feigned disappointment before breaking into a smile that matched her friend's own. "Hmm maybe I can be tempted into forgiveness." the blonde teased lightly as she stood to give her companion a quick hug. "But regardless, it's really good to see you."
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"Yeah," she let out a rather breathless laugh as she were simply caught in the act. "It's nothing, really," she smiled up at him, "I mean, nothing anyone can help me with." She straightened up the papers and placed them to the side, "But sit, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Aarin gestured to the seat across from her, "How's Esme doing?" @maxdiaz
With Esme at preschool, he had a couple of hours of free time. He thought it would be good to go get a bite to eat. Max loved to go to the Cobblestone Cafe for a good bite to eat when he was hungry. As he walked inside, he looked around, seeing people happy and eating. But he spotted Aarin off to the side with what seemed like a lot of paperwork. Max gave her a smile. "No, it's fine," he put his hands up. "I wanted to check on you more; you look a bit stressed from the paperwork," he smiled at her. "So are you okay?" he asked not knowing if he could help her that much. @aarinxduskin
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When a blonde woman approached the table, Aarin was a bit caught off guard by her. "Oh, it's, it's nice to meet you, too." The brunette was surprised by the words coming out of her mouth, partly wondering if they were genuine or not. When Marcel's ex-girlfriend sat down across from them and placed the young boy into her lap, calling him Marcello, Aarin felt her jaw starting to fall slack. She turned to look at Marcel, who seemingly hadn't a clue what was going on. "Marcel," she looked at her soon to be husband before looking back across the table, "I think that's your son." The words fell from her lips as it felt like her jaw hit the table. @marcelvaughn @sandyxpowell
Sandy knew that she was going to wreak havoc on Marcel's life barging in like this, but sometimes grand gestures were meant to be made. Besides, it wasn't like he had granted her the pleasure of having a phone call with him, so there she was. She had spotted the two from the entrance, not bothering to take off her coat for she was certain that the two of them weren't in the mood of dining with her after all. Call it a hunch. So she moved between the tables, hand occupied by the little boy walking besides her, curiously looking about. "Good evening, you two." She announced her presence, her smile bright even before they turned their gazes on them. "You must be Aarin, nice to meet you, he wasn't lying when he said he was the lucky one." she complimented the woman, even if she could care little. "I'm not the kind to keep you in suspense." She continued, sitting down across from them, lifting the little boy onto her lap. "Meet Marcello. The whole reason we're here." @marcelvaughn
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Aarin had a lot on her mind after meeting Marcel’s ex-girlfriend from the NFL. She still wanted to marry him, but, it was the but that worried her. After her shift at Cobblestone Cafe, she headed up to a bench that was just a short hike up a hill. She had always known it to overlook the ocean and thought it would be the perfect place to clear her mind. Apparently, the idea was shared. “Tyler,” she recognized her long-term friend, the sight of him bringing a small smile to her lips. “what brings you out here?” @tylerxday
Tyler was sitting on a bench that looked over the ocean. It was just a short hike up a hill, and you could see for miles into the sea. He sighed as he knew he wasn't doing good lately. His mood had tanked from the breakup, and it kept adding onto him. The breakup, and the issue at work, fighting with his best friend, and him moving out.
He was the problem he felt like it bad right now why he went out to the water to think. He had always loved the ocean so it did help him relax when he needed it. A place he could think and relax when he was at his worst. Today so far he wasn't bad after he got off work but he knew his mood could dip again. @aarinxduskin
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When Marcel pitched coming to dinner with his ex-girlfriend from his NFL days, thrilled was not the word she would have used to describe herself by the ask. However, she agreed, sensing that Marcel was not asking her because he wanted to go either. Aarin didn't understand why either of them were going but she wanted to be supportive to her soon to be husband. With his hand tightly intertwined with her own, Aarin looked up at him as they walked towards their destination, "You are welcome," her smile was soft and she waited a moment before nodding her head. "We can have a night relaxing night at home after, promise." She rose her brows in a slightly suggestive manner. @sandyxpowell
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How Marcel had gotten Aarin to agree to come with him and meet an ex from his NFL days for dinner was beyond him, but Sandy had insisted, and the way she had indicated that she was going to seek him and Aarin out regardless had made him insist. For some reason, it had sounded important, and there had been this nagging feeling at the pit off his stomach ever since their brief conversation, that had left him feeling like he should go. It being so close to their wedding, the last thing they needed was any rumors to start circling around, so Marcel made sure to hold his fiance's hand tight as they walked together towards the restaurant, exactly a minute to the agreed time. "Thank you for doing this.." He said, looking over at her, "It shouldn't take too long." Or so he hoped. @aarinxduskin
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