clint-bennet

[clint-bennet]

Clint had been browsing through some of the mystery books. He had liked reading as a kid, but as an adult, had difficulty finding the time. This year he wanted to get back into it again and was trying to find a mystery book that looked interesting. While looking, he was trying to stay out of the others way as she busied herself with setting up a display. It wasn't until she spoke up that he realized she was working with romance novels and lovey dovey literature.

"Shit, is Valentine's day already comin' up?" He questioned, a smile pulling at his lips as she listed off different horror genres. "Think that's a great idea. Maybe some post apocalyptic stuff too. Those are always fun."

@emersonxcassidy

open - @aurorabaystarter

where - oceania bookshop

Emerson loved changing the store's front displays, and with Valentine's Day just around the corner, she was surrounded by stacks of books. Romance novels, poetry, epic love stories, all were slowly coming together in the display.

"I know some people are anti-Valentine's....do you think it'd be appreciated, or judged if I set up a sister display on the other side with like...horror? Slashers, monsters, all that gruesome stuff?" She wrinkled her nose up a bit. "Could give Stephen King his very own table. Lovecraft too."

[clint-bennet]

"Well, what better time t'find out than now?" He questions with a chuckle and turned the ignition of the boat. The engine sputtered to life, kicking up puffs of white smoke in the cold air and watched as Hinata untied the ropes from the cleat hitches. "Ready." He responds and waits for Hinata to sit so he didn't stumble as the boat began to move. He took the both of them in the backwaters, weaving under mangrove tunnels, Spanish moss dangled down from the branches, just barely above their heads. This was the area he liked the most, it reminded him most of the Bayou's of his childhood. "Here ya go." Clint announced, grabbing a beer from the cooler and popping the top off of it with the church key that dangled from his key ring. He cut the engine and handed the bottle off to Hinata as he loped his way to the front of the boat to drop the small anchor. "Don't feel right bein' on th'water without imbibin' a bit, least not when we're workin'."

@hinataxito

"I'm starting to wonder if I should." Hinata joked, letting out a little laugh, although he did find it a bit odd that Clint was so secretive. A few more moments of trying to figure out what this could possibly be about, Hinata and Clint were on the boat and Hinata was getting ready to untether the boat from the dock.

"You ready?"

@clint-bennet

[clint-bennet]

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[clint-bennet]

Clint had found himself at the resale shop more times than he anticipated, though the selection for his "style" was small, sometimes he found a good Henley or plaid shirt. The older stuff seemed to hold out better than things he found brand new at the store. There was part of him that wondered who made the decision to make clothing out of toilet paper these days. Jeans were another story, he could never find a pair that fit him right, being as tall as he was, they always fell above his ankles, but to be fair, he really only needed two pairs in his life anyway, and the two he had were still mostly in one piece.

He was browsing through some button ups, remembering the time he and Laurel had gone to the Chinese restaurant that was way more fancy than he had anticipated when a voice caught his attention. Glancing up, he saw the other holding up possibly the two ugliest dresses he had ever laid his eyes on. "Neither one of 'em." The answer came just over a mutter. "Unless yer goin' fer th' 'I escaped from th' mental asylum' vibe." There was a slight grin to that, he was being less than serious, but boy, if a dress could make sound, that neon number was screaming, and not in a good way. "I ain't inta any sort of fashion, as y'can probably tell, but, what's the occasion yer dressin' up fer?"

@ceydaxbalik

open starter for @aurorabaystarter where: hidden gems

Ceyda stood in the middle of the thrift shop, holding up two outrageously mismatched dresses—one in vibrant magenta with golden paisleys, the other a riot of electric blue and neon green stripes. She turned to the nearest person, her eyes sparkling with a mix of humor and genuine curiosity

"Alright, I need the truth," she said, holding the dresses side by side. "Which one says, ‘I know fashion, but I also know how to party’? Because honestly, I’m lost here." Her voice was playful, but there was a glint of sincerity in her smile. "Or are you one of those ‘vibe over coordination’ people? Because if that’s the case, I think we’re about to become fast friends.

[clint-bennet]

🕯️ Hinata

"Ah man, Hinata. He's a hard guy t'read at first, he can come off as stoic as shit, his humor is dryer than the desert too, but workin' with him, he's a great guy, good friend, sharp as a tack. He's th'kind that'll help ya out of a tight spot, might grumble about it a bit at first but he'll git it done. I know if I've got his back, he's got mine. He's trustworthy, works hard, self sufficient, sometimes I wonder what's goin' on in that head of his, feel like he underestimates himself with certain things, I wanna push him past that."

@hinataxito

[clint-bennet]

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

"Dunno if I would use th'word sad, I got problems with losin' friends or people I care about, losin' trust in 'em too. It takes a long time t'git along with people so if there's someone I like or trust 'n they leave or break that trust, it hits me hard. Probably harder than it should."

[clint-bennet]

Did [clint] ever try something against of the advise of their parents?

"M'dad wasn't th'type to give any sort of good advice. One thing he used t'press t'us was whatever happened in them four walls of our house wasn't anyone else's business. Wasn't until shortly after I lost m'hearin' that I broke that rule, it was after Mike left 'n I ain't had no one t'talk to, told a friend somethin' that happened th'previous night, he had a look on his face 'n I had a sense things were about t'change. Next thing I know, DCF comes knockin' 'n I git shipped off t'the foster system. Ain't ever seen m'old man after that."

[clint-bennet]

How is [Clints] connection to their family?

"Nonexistant. M'dad was an asshole, I ain't got a clue if he's still kickin' or if he's roastin' in Hell, dunno know 'bout any aunts or uncles or nothin' turns out none of his family wanted nothin' t'do with him either. Tried t'look up m'brother a few years back, can't find hide or hair of him, so he's either dead or just don't want t'be found. Dunno what I would do if I saw him again anyway."

[clint-bennet]

🕯️ + atlas!

"Can't say I know him too well, only really seen him in passin' or seein' other people talkin' 'bout him. From that though, he seems like a real salt of the Earth kind. He don't carry himself like th'rest of th'people in town, there ain't nothin' prim or proper 'bout him which is fine by me. Heard he's a Florida boy too, which practically makes us cultural cousins dependin' on where he's from, he don't look like he's from one of them big cities. Wouldn't mind gettin' t'know him more, feel like we'd have a lot in common. Wonder how big th'gator he wrastled was. Gonna have'ta invite him fer a crawdad boil someday 'n find out."

@atlasnolan

[clint-bennet]

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[clint-bennet]

"Well shit." He responded at first, surprised by the darkness of the question before he mulled it over a bit. "I ain't ever used one before... but I git th'feelin' there ain't ever a zero percent chance. Whether yer usin' one of them or meetin' someone th'old fashioned way."

@billieconway

open starter: @aurorabaystarter location: utp

"Okay, hypothetically, if someone was going to consider looking into dating aps in this day and age...Hypothetically, which one should they be looking at slash least likely to meet a man that will make them the subject of a Netflix documentary?"

[clint-bennet]

"Think I need more than a little fer this place." He muttered under his breath and followed Laurel's lead, entering through the door she had held open for him. "Ladies first, huh?" He joked and watched as she got them a table. Settling into his seat, he glanced around the restaurant, a habit he did quite frequently, especially in unfamiliar spaces. He didn't feel like he could settle until he took note of where an exit was and had a tendency to track who was coming and going.

There was a nod of thanks when Laurel put in their drink order and he answered with a "One." When the waitress asked if it would be one check or two before leaving the table to give them time to look over the menu.

A playful grin played at the corners of his lips at her plea. "That depends. Will ya be more embarrassed by me usin' a fork 'n knife or me stabbin' m' food with them chopsticks? Yer gonna be embarrassed either way, y'just gotta pick yer poison."

@laureljacobs

Laurel scoffed a little at Clint's apprehension and then looked down pointedly at her own shirt, which did indeed have buttons. "Come on, Bennet. Maybe it'll be able to class you up a little." She reached out to open the door and gestured for him to head inside first.

They followed him in and held up two fingers to the host, and they were immediately led to a table near the window. It wasn't too crowded, maybe just the dregs of the lunch rush crowd.

Laurel shrugged off their blazer but, before sitting, asked the waiter for two beers. Apart from this, they couldn't remember the last time they'd had a completely sober conversation with Clint, and figured there was no reason to start now.

"Please don't tell me you're going to embarrass me by asking for a knife and fork."

@clint-bennet

[clint-bennet]

"Guess you'll have t'find that out once we're out on th'water." He chided with a grin. "C'mon Hinata, don'tcha trust me?"

@hinataxito

"But we have something important to talk about? What's so important to talk about that we gotta go out on the water?"

@clint-bennet

[clint-bennet]

Clint watched the other, focusing on her lips to catch what she was saying. To her questions, he shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe cause they sound th'same. Dunno if it's th'style or what, but it's just grating. I don't mind upbeat music, or even music that sounds th'same s'long as it's good." He juts his chin her way. "Y'like Christmas music?"

@gwen-moreno

Tis The Season

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"Y'know what's a perk t'bein' practically deaf?" He asked the other before taking his hearing aid out and putting it away in his pocket. "Y'ain't gotta hear th'shitty Christmas music constantly blarin' everywhere y'go this time of year."

[clint-bennet]

Clint didn't bother looking back to see if Hinata was following him as he made his way to the dock and onto the boat. "Naw, nothin' happened." He answers finally, looking to the other. "When I was a kid, workin' on th'fishin' boats on th'bayou, someone told me; if y'ever got somethin' important t'talk about, do it on th'water. Less distractions that way." The short explanation came, deciding not to mention that the rest of the quote included that if the conversation turned ugly, water was an easy place to dump a body. Of course this wasn't anything like that, but it was something that had been on Clint's mind for a while and he needed to get it off his chest in a way where it couldn't be brushed to the side.

@hinataxito

Hinata was eating a snack in he scuba diving club's break room when Clint spoke. His brows rose and he even looked behind him to make sure Clint wasn't speaking to someone else that Hinata may not have noticed being in the same room with him.

Hinata shoved the rest of his Reese's cup into his mouth and hopped up, grabbing his rain coat and scarf as he followed his friend. "Did something happen?" He spoke with a mouthful of chocolate and peanut butter.

@clint-bennet

[clint-bennet]

He watched her closely to catch what she was saying, that song seemed to be the favorite over the last few years, after hearing it about 5 times during one visit to the mall, he couldn't stand it anymore. Her reaction after her statement caught him by surprise, but her reasoning for it left him amused, something he tried to hide, but Clint never had a great poker face and couldn't help the smirk that pulled at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, 'm gonna cry m'self t'sleep tonight." He teased with a scoff. "Y'aint got nothin' t'worry about. I ain't the sensitive type."

@eviexwatson

Evie glanced over at the man who removed his hearing aid. "I guess that makes you pretty lucky then since right now, that one Mariah Carey song is playing, and it always makes my ears bleed." Evie shrugged, looking away only to whip her head back around to look at him, her eyes widening with panic. "N-not that, you know, uhm... Shit, was I insensitive? Fuck, I'm sorry if I was."