#Interaction.
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“Seriously, the world went to shit, and I get detention for not doing homework? There’s gotta’ be some kinda’ law against that or somethin’. I literally just moved here, too. It’s fucked up man.”
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“I miss him. Jackson.”
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“Shh, James. It’s alright. It was just a bad dream, okay? It wasn't real. Nobody’s gonna’ hurt you. Your angel is watching over you, remember?” James had started crying hysterically in his stroller during the walk home, so Pansy had stopped for a moment to comfort him. It wasn’t long before she became aware of someone standing behind her, so she was quick to turn around, instantly feeling defensive. “Can I help you?”
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who: liam & calahan @fromharborwhere: the pour house
IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A BAD IDEA from the start, but liam needed a way to let off steam. the past week his body had been tense, fist clenched and head pounding. if he had a therapist they probably would've told him that he was progressing onto the next step in the grief process. he'd known of the rumours that followed the pour house, but this was actually his first time ever approaching their doors. he pushed them wide open and immediately made his way toward the bar. "hey, a beer, please," he said, voice a bit too rough to actually sound polite. he just needed a drink before throwing himself into whatever might happen when people got a bit too drunk. "what the fuck ? cal, is it really you ?" the words slipped out before his eyes even registered who was in front of him. but as soon as he said it he knew he was right. in front of him, looking good as he always did. "what the hell are you doing here ?"
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where. his place? alek's place? wherever this washed up alpha be at, hehe who. @alekgray
Kayce hadn't slept. Or rather, he wasn't sleeping. For if he did, then the nightmares would settle in. And he'd wake up in a sweat, with his heart threatening to pound itself right out of his chest. So he decided to do that instead with coffee and energy drinks and whatever else he could get his grimy hands on. Exhaustion had settled in, though. He'd been spending most of his days at the shop, giving Rawlins however much time he needed off. Kayce couldn't even say when he had ever spent this much time at the shop before. It likely wasn't the brightest of his ideas, to be working on cars while the darkened circles showed so heavily around his eyes. But since when did Kayce have good ideas?
"There's Wendy's on the counter," he seemed to get out as he fell back onto the couch, a tad more dramatic than it needed to be. "Are you feeling better?" He spoke to the ceiling, as his gaze traced imaginary circles.
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ME AM GINGI.
My various nicknames r "GREENIE", "FOOD-STEALING BASTARD", "IGUANA" and "ABSOLUTE SCUM OF THE EARTH".
I like long hotdogs on the beech, gravel and roadkill. HMU IF U HAVE MONEY. teehee
//ooc (this blog is ran by @eggsrblue)
// Gingi's text will vary in colour like they do in the games :3
// Gingi is currently single but op is a minor so keep that in mind
// Gingi has already given birth when this blog takes place (ps. gingi has stretchmarks for this reason cuz no way he was skinny that whole time)
// if anything is ooc I apologise in advance Dx
// Gingi likes Theoroar CUZ I SAID SO!!! >:[ He just doesn't want to be trapped in a zoo
// Gingi also hasn't met Roger yet since that's a diff ending from the Norm one
// Gingi occasionally isolates himself since he is a feral little silly guy
// I might take awhile to respond and stuff bcuz I'm busy and I only wanna do this in my freetime
// Oc blogs are very welcome!!!
// I'm fine with any asks atm
TAGS:
Asks: #yeses and noes
Posts: #gingi talks
Reblogs: #consider being reblogged
Rp posts: #INTERACTION.
Out of character/op posts: #ooc
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After seeing a suited man swing off the top of a building, Sam’s eyes had widened in excitement, leaving Henry’s side to feebly chase after the figure. “Sam! Wait!” Henry instantly panicked, still distrustful of the majority of the rebels, knowing they were unlike anyone they’d ever met, and potentially dangerous. At least Ellie and Joel shared that sentiment, preferring that their circle stay small for now. Knowing that his words wouldn’t be effective, Henry took a few long strides after the child instead, gently catching Sam by the wrist once he’d caught up. He knelt down in front of his younger brother, who pointed upwards, signing ‘superhero!’. Henry simply nodded in response, deciding not to share his concern, forcing a smile. It was only after he’d pulled Sam back into his arms that he noticed someone else had been standing close, watching them. Henry gestured to where the man had disappeared to, wondering if they’d seen that, too. “What the fuck was that?”
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Raven held tightly onto her crutches as she walked, attempting to get used to her leg brace after weeks of hospitalisation and recovery. She flinched with every step forward, but she also refused to continue sitting idly doing nothing; she needed to keep her brain active. Because as much as her shot wound had pained her, nothing had hurt more than finding out about Finn. She couldn't sit in her grief any longer. “You can stop staring. I don’t need help, and I am on your side.” She figured the looks were either because of her injury, or because of who she’d worked for. Both reasons would be equally irritating.
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Rosalie had, of course, followed her family here, but she was far from happy about it, and already found herself missing home. Staying in one place made her feel more human. “How many werewolves are here, exactly? All I can smell is dog.”
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“Has anyone seen Cato lately? If you don’t know who that is by now, he’s a massive hunk of testosterone filled meat with bottle blonde hair, and he’s more than likely foaming at the mouth. I kicked him out, but he took the TV remote, so now I’m bored and pissed off.”
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“Oh, hey! I found some super old Christmas decorations… they’re -” Caroline coughed as the dust hit her nose, pushing the light away from herself. “Vintage, right? Super cute. Are you going to help me hang them?” The town certainly could do with some festivity.
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“I’m glad to see the renovations the new residents have made to Alexandria. My old friends and I appreciate it dearly, it’s what we envisioned it to become. We didn’t have the resources, of course…”
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Lydia had only recently been dismissed from the hospital. Whilst her physical injuries had healed, it was her mental state she was now worried about - and although she knew better than to self diagnose, the only solution she had to explain the voices she was hearing was PTSD. “Please tell me you just heard that.”
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who: ash & damian @damianesco where: outside damian's house
ASH WAS NOT SCHEDULED FOR work this evening by choice. they rarely did it, taking every shift possible to ensure a paycheck that would cover rent and groceries until the next one, rinse and repeat. but tonight was their day off and ash had planned somewhat of a surprise. it was still a gamble to see if damian would appreciate it, but ash had a good feeling that he would. even though they hadn't known each other for that long, they knew each others likes and dislikes fairly well by now. ash tried to look casual, leaned against their car ( too worn down for this part of town ) and straightened out their jacket to look like they belonged. they smiled slightly as they saw damian's car approach and they waited until he'd gotten out of his car before walking up to him. "surprise," they said, voice wavering slightly. "i've come to kidnap you. but don't worry, i've got snacks so it'll be worth it. and it's possible that i'm only kidnapping you to your own house, so you'll feel right at home." they waved their hands in the air. "ta-da !"
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who: liam & cal @fromharbor where: liam's house
THEY HAD BEEN MAKING OUT for what felt like hours. liam was flush against the plush fabric of his couch and above him was calahan, pressing him down until he had trouble feeling where his body ended and cal's began. it was always easier when they were in private. cal wasn't as jumpy, could focus on taking liam apart piece by piece and liam always ended up dizzy with need. as he opened his eyes, cal was a blown out, blurry mess in front of him. he could see hazel eyes and strands of hair and his heart clenched as he raised his hand to trail across cal's face, trying to memorize the features of the man in front of him. "are you sleeping here tonight ?" he asked softly, heart pitter pattering in his chest as he asked. it was always a fifty-fifty chance when the question was asked, but he had a good feeling about tonight.
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