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weonlyneedfour · 1 year ago

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Really? They want that interview now? Come on, man, I was gonna do that for the employee valuation the next weekend! Oh really, three weeks I've been saying that, gee, like I've even HAD a weekend to sit down and look at the time. We just got back from another round of embarassing ourselves, can't I at least wash the clown make-up off first? No, whatever, f*%k it, I'll do it now. If I step in that shower, I ain't coming out for nothing. Hayato can file the report on how we dealt with Mr.Potluck and Shamaid when he's done picking sesame seeds outta his pants. This ain't gonna be for the public, right? Cause, y'know. Hmm, strictly for V.A.P.O.R intel only, got it. Ask away.

Marco Craine. 22 years old. Human turned vampire. Field name is Vulturine. Born in Garden District, New Orleans, was living in Toulonville, currently stationed out in Manhattan. I'm, uh, employed as a "specialized emergency responder", which is barely-respectable legalese for what everyone calls a registered superhero. I mean you guys read my file, right? If this isn't a public thing, what is this for? ... Whaddya mean, the "vampire thing"? Oh, you wanna pick at that, huh? Yeah, I know how this goes, I'm guessing half of you get to think vampires are not real even though you're looking at one. Oh I WISH that was true, believe me. You think I want people to know? You think this is fun for me? It's my life, jackass, I don't get to not-believe my way out of it.

...Okay so you wanna ask me about how vampire stuff works? Man I'm, look, sorry I snapped at you guys, under a lot of stress lately, but I'm not sure I can really help. Yeah, I don't know if my transfusion power is like a, me power, like the others have, or if it's a vampire power, not like I've been able to ask on the latter. I mean, not everyone's powers work the same, but any more particulars on how powers work than that, you're gonna have to go ask Kris, or Doc. Maybe I don't even have my own powers, or maybe I just got stuck with a gross ironic one that makes me suck at being a vampire.

I can't really go to the doctor to figure that stuff out, cause I risk ratting myself out. I have a pulse, but Kris ran some tests on me and apparently I got a bunch of organs missing, and she's not sure if it's a vampire thing or it it's just something my power did to the rest of my body. I mean, I'm pretty sure something like that happened to Noma. She's strong as hell, but I don't think she even has any organs left. I don't sleep on a coffin for the fun of it. I don't have a spleen and my liver doesn't heal properly, and if I don't sleep standing upright, I get really bad acid reflux. Plus, I see in the dark, and if I don't sleep in an enclosed space, I wake up pretty much as soon as the sun comes out. Also, I have bits of my intestines missing, but I'm pretty sure that's Talon Tori's fault. I guess my old folks were paying extra, cause she got, too close, that time. No, I'm not answering that. I go to the bathroom just fine, you dicks.

Yeah the fangs are mostly a defensive thing, like some animal scare tactic. The "drinking" is done through the fingers, see how they open up? But no I don't drink blood. And when I have to "borrow" blood occasionally for my power to work, I feel every drop that's not mine, and it all comes out soon as I can get it out. I guess that's what some of those organs I got missing were for. I mean, for one it tastes fucking gross. Two, I don't kill. Three, I don't even wanna RISK what would happen to me if I did drink it. Cause you know how I "turned", right? When my folks killed me, it kicked in. I had to have been born with latent vampirism, cause I don't remember ever getting bitten. Now, I can't confirm what I'm gonna say cause, and don't you ever tell Jeremy about this, but most of what I think I know about myself comes from the movies. But a lot of what goes on in the movies goes on with me for real, so I take it as enough accuracy to work with. But vampires, when they drink blood, they live forever by always regressing to the age they were when they got turned. Creepy old rich guy becomes creepy 20-something rich guy kind of deal, right? So, I got turned when I was a kid. I'm 22 now. So, going by that logic, there's like a 50/50 chance that if I drank blood, if it worked the way it's supposed to on vampires, that I'd just regress into a 10 year old again. And that is my actual worst nightmare. That's why I barely use my power. I don't even wanna risk any of that blood slipping in by accident. Maybe when I find my piece of shit parents I can ask them in private, assuming they don't kill me first. But yeah, nuh uh, no blood for me. Never had, never gonna have it.

Yeah, sorry, this isn't gonna work out man, my bad. Wait, actually I was meaning to ask, don't you V.A.P.O.R guys have intel on vampires? Cause you guys have intel on everybody for who knows how long. Again, I don't know any other vampires, I'm guessing the only ones I could ask are too busy hiding out somewhere trying to kill me. You guys are government spooks, don't you deal with MIB stuff? None of the other clowns you hired before me ever fought vampires? . . . Wow, great. It really is just a me problem. Joy.

#we only need four #weon4 #superheroes #oc #hero forge #vulturine #marco craine #cannon bill

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inseveredebt-theofficialquartet · 4 months ago

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“Now to just sit and wait.”

#pokemon #dusknoir #oc: craine #ask him anything! go on! he dont bite :)#ask blog #oc rp #pkmn #not an ask reply #my art

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her-devils-advocate · 2 years ago

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(Very late) WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @serenpedac! Sorry for being so late, tumblr decided that it just didn't want to show me notifications for this blog for the past week or so now!

This was an older WIP that I have recently returned to since I needed some lighthearted UB moments with Val to cheer me up these past few weeks! I have no idea where it's going or how to continue it, but I enjoy putting these far-from-normal beings into very normal situations!

I've also started to continue with my re-write of the ending of book 1 with Val, I really like how I started it but unluckily got hit with a mix of burnout and not having enough time to continue back when I started it! Thankfully both seem to be dying down again now and I've been in a creative mood recently!

Despite being a TWC-focused blog, I still want to share a small piece I've been playing around with for my BG3 Dark Urge as well, especially as a small practice piece since I've felt the quality of my stuff lacking more and more recently. (which is mostly why I've not really posted anything that's been completed in a while) TW for slight gore in the WIP below:

Tagging: Anyone who sees this and wants to share their work! I feel most people I would usually tag have already been tagged by now!

#♥. lucille #♥. wip #the wayhaven chronicles #♥. valerie #''Val'' + ''Nel'' ...you can tell I've been creative with OC names recently!#I blame the haunting of hill house (both book and tv series) for my durge's name #especially since some of her personality is using Nell Crain as a reference (when resisting the urge)

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occasional-ghost · 1 year ago

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Hunger Games plot bunny, Katie McGrath fc?

Name: Morgaine Craine

Seneca’s little sister, new fashion designer for the games who trained under Valentina Melendez, very popular and well liked in The Capitol, both apart of the rebellion.

#oc: morgaine craine #could be apart of tomorrow will be kinder #could be her own thing idk #just vibes

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mmonetsims · 1 year ago

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aesthetic moodboards i had to fish for, respectively for salinger, jem and annalise- since i realized i put one in sam's but no for the others.

#kie.txt #sal's is my favorite fr #kie's ocs #*salinger crain #*jem winters #*annalise hewitt

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cxttlefishcxller · 2 years ago

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OC Questions Tag!

Thank you once again to @residentdormouse for reminding me that my blog can and probably should be for more than just me throwing things I like into a mismatched pile like Labyrinth's Trash Lady >.>

Anyways, since I'm attempting to crack my way through several at least two fics, I'll do two OCs just for funzies. XD

(Rules: answer the questions and tag some people, all that fun stuff)

Piper Danielle Crain (The Stand)

5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!)

Cautious. Giving. Optimistic. Loyal. Witty.

Piper more or less contains multitudes, and those multitudes are Very Anxious All The Time. But she's got a quick mind and will lay her heart and her efforts down for anyone that asks her to, if she calls them a friend. I haven't really had a faceclaim for my characters in a long time, and no one really fits her as well as I'd like, but I have this adorable art my friend @jaiesondurantkross drew, and I also have moodboards I made!

Who inspired your OC? (can be your mum to a very famous fungi)

Honestly a lot of things! Pipes started out as a Supernatural OC that I borrowed for this one-off Stand fic I started as a silly springboard-project off of a friend's fic, and she just.......got a life of her own. And a plot. And a few AUs. I might have a problem. |D;;; But I put a lot of myself into her -- she holds a lot of my insecurities and a lot of my shortfalls, but she has much more determination and gumption and sheer "fuck you" energy.

She's also got some vibes that align with one of my favorite characters in anything ever, Shadow Moon from Neil Gaiman's "American Gods". They both have their lives torn away from their grasp before being thrown wAY over their heads into a battle much bigger and much broader than they realize. And in response they just. Keep going. Sure they'll buck and dig their heels and bitch about their lot, but they keep moving all the same because doing anything else just isn't an option in their minds. I like that about them.

Give me a song to define your OC (I will listen to it to enter in your WIP mood!)

I'll forever hear Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil as Piper's song. It's the thing that inspired the entire second act of her story and gave me the biggest revelation about her character. But David Bowie's Life On Mars resonates deeply with her, and is one of her favorite songs. (She also has a playlist right over here, jussayin)

If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

A brief smile and small wave, probably. She's not the greatest with starting conversations, but if you rope her in, she gets comfortable pretty easy. Just show her some candidness and get a bit silly and she'll open up in no time at all. (Not unlike that "oop you showed me affection, now you'll never get rid of me" thing going around tiktok forever ago)

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

I'd think so! She's got a lot of me in her, and her biggest passions are built around some of my own interests. Though we might grate on each other real hard if our neurodivergencies decides to collide. jfkdl;safd

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC

Determined. Blanket.

Percy Stone / Aurella Reyne (Game of Thrones)

5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!)

Resourseful. Shrewd. Loyal. Proud. Frank.

Percy's nothing if not a survivor. She's a little too roughly-hewn to be much of a politician and she's really bad at simpering or fawning, but she's got a quick mind and a lot of determination to do what she needs to do to stay ahead. Despite this, her heart is her Achilles Heel, and she will put much of her own self-preservation aside for the very, very few people she sees as her friends (mostly Tyrion and Podrick, though Margaery hedges that line later on down the road.)

She also doesn't have a faceclaim (celebrities are all like. Movie-star Gorgeous! All of my girls are a little on the plainer side of pretty) but she's got moodboards as well!

Who inspired your OC? (can be your mum to a very famous fungi)

Honestly I got a lot of her vibes from quite a few period pieces I love -- Reign, Merlin, Tudor-adjacent media, things like that) she's not inspired by any one person in particular, but I just wanted someone who was more or less coded to be in the background as a supporting character, making her way to some position of power through a series of ever-increasing plans and mishaps. Genuinely starting from the bottom and having to learn how to be bigger and bigger, filling roles she never dreamed of in order to survive.

Give me a song to define your OC (I will listen to it to enter in your WIP mood!)

The Rains of Castamere doesn't count probably despite her whole "I'll slip into the archives of a dead House and no one's alive to tell anyone that I was never in the family tree" plan, but this cover in particular always hits me with the heaviest Percy feels jfdk;lsafd If we're going for character-study vibes, though, I've got a soft spot in my heart for Eden Espinosa's Waiting In The Wings. She's got a lot of hope and dreams in her heart, even if it's buried under a heap of cynicism and hard life lessons.

If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

Realtalk......she'd probably just do the smile-nod and keep on going. She's definitely the type to not get into conversations with strangers if she could help it, but kindness begets kindness......even if she's a tougher nut to crack.

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

I'd think she and I could be friends! Not as close as Piper, but if she got comfortable enough to relax, we'd be able to drink tea and talk shit about Westeros' major politicians in no time at all. XD

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC

Driven. Dagger.

No-pressure tagging @jaiesondurantkross and @alabaster-the-crow, if y'all wanna <3

#fef's ocs #my art #piper crain #percy stone #realtalk I need to work on both of these fics like yesterday but the word machine is reAL DAMN BROKE Y'ALL #Percy in particular is going through some shifting and changes in her core personality too so this is super helpful actually #game of thrones #the stand

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roanofarcc · 2 months ago

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BABYDOLL: CHAPTER THIRTEEN. MONEY, MONEY, MONEY

jj maybank x fem!routledge OC // read on Ao3

In which a boy with zero self preservation falls in love with a girl clawing at life.

chapter summary. the pogues & sarah attempt to pawn off the gold; snitches get beat up while lottie questions her life choices that led her to be a near victim of rode-side robbery; jj makes another bad decision

word count. 3.3k || masterlist

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Pope had drawn up a rudimentary diagram of how they were supposed to get the rest of the gold out of the well in Mrs. Crain’s basement. He was smart, incredibly smart, but his drawing skills were sub-par at best.

Seated in the Twinkie, Lottie, Kie, and Sarah discussed their plan and tried to understand what Pope drew. Their conversation was intertwined with laughter and jokes. It was nice to have another girl around and to no longer be outnumbered by dudes, as much as Lottie loved them. Sarah brought a new vibe to the group, fitting in like a piece the Pogues had been missing.

“Kie, this better work,” JJ said, approaching the van with three bars of gold that John B. had managed to grab. “We can’t pawn this off with a giant wheat symbol on it.”

Lifting a blow torch Pope had stolen from his dad, Kie reassured them it would work. Then she got to work, placing the gold bars in a pan that rested on a hot plate. The gold started to look like a Frankenstein’s monster glob of gold, but they were only concerned with getting the symbol as to not raise any more alarms than they already had.

Once the glob looked good enough, they filed into the van and ventured to the only pawn shop on the island that promised cash for gold.

They placed JJ in charge of pawning it off. He was the best liar, which made him the perfect person for the job.

He squared his shoulders and headed inside with the gold before the other wandered inside, trying to look casual as they fake interest in the junk people had pawned off for a quick buck. Lottie doubted most of the stuff would sell, but the shop didn’t seem too concerned about that.

As they expected, the woman at the front counter didn’t believe a couple of teens brought in real gold. She went through every test, feeling its weight, how soft the metal was, and even squeezed drops of acid onto the clump to ensure it wasn’t plated or painted. The gold checked out, much to the woman’s surprise, but there wasn’t enough cash in the shop to compensate them fully.

They were then sent to retrieve their seventy thousand dollars from a warehouse way out in cut.

“Does this seem sketchy to anyone else?” Lottie asked, drumming her band-aid-covered fingers against her thigh.

They passed by abandoned homes with boarded-up windows, and overgrown vegetation lined both sides of the road. Most of the cut wasn’t too pretty, but Lottie had never even seen that part of her home.

“Super sketchy,” Pope agreed.

“I’ve never even heard of Resurrection Drive,” Sarah said.

“It’s ‘cause you’re rich,” JJ replied.

Kie rolled her eyes. “You’ve never heard of it either.”

None of them had, which was even more strange.

Even the decaying homes fell away, leaving nothing but trees and weeds and an empty road. The lack of anything made it ten times more weird when an unmarked cop car appeared behind them with its lights on.

A blanket of nervousness fell over the group as their gaze fell onto the chunk of technically stolen gold in JJ’s lap. John B. pulled over while JJ wrapped up the gold in a t-shirt, stashed it in his backpack, and then hid it in the compartment under his seat.

“JJ,” Lottie rushed out. “Did you bring your gun?”

He shook his head. “No, you told me not to bring it.”

A sigh of relief fell from Lottie’s lips. Everyone seemed relieved too. At least they didn’t have a stolen firearm in their possession too. The gold in JJ’s bag was enough to probably incriminate them, they didn’t need any other charges.

When a cop car pulls one over, you’d expect an officer to come out of it. Lottie assumed they’d probably get a grumpy one, not too happy about being assigned to patrol the middle of nowhere. What you don’t expect is a man with a bandana tied around his mouth and a shotgun in his grasp.

Before anyone could react or even realize what was happening, the shotgun was cocked and held level with John B.’s head through the rolled-down window. He instructed all of them to put their hands up. Nausea ran through Lottie’s body and all of her muscles tensed in panic.

John B. was told to get out of the car before the man yelled at him to let the rest of the group out. The two rounded the van before John B. slid the back door open.

“Come on, let’s go! Get out of the car!” the man yelled, pointing the gun at the group as they shakily filed out of the van.

JJ was the last one to step out, landing a bit too close to the man as he said, “Hey, man. Chill.”

He started yelling at JJ, telling him to ‘shut the hell up’ as he pointed the shotgun way too close for comfort. Lottie dropped one hand to grab JJ, pull him back and silently tell him to not piss off the dude with the gun, but her sudden movement turned the man’s attention onto her.

She’d been shot at more that week than she ever thought she would be in her lifetime, which she assumed would be zero times, but there was something about staring down the barrel of a shotgun that scared her more than any of her encounters that week.

“I told you to keep your hands up!” the man screamed at her. She did as she was told, blood rushing in her ears and her heartbeat threatening to punch through her chest as panic rose like high tide through her body.

“Lay down in the ditch!” he then told them, before adding he’d blow their heads off if they tried anything.

Lottie pressed her forehead against the dirt and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to even out her breathing. The sound of her friends whispering and the man rummaging through the van filled the warm air. Lottie felt hot and sick, her chest aching for a steady breath and her stomach in a knot that pulled tighter and tighter.

“It’s a setup,” Kie whispered miserably.

“That old bat shanked us.” JJ’s voice dripped with anger. “Goddamnit!”

Lottie wanted to focus on them, try to figure out what their next move was, but it became harder for her to breathe as panic squeezed itself tighter around her. It was a debilitating feeling, holding her hostage when half of her brain wanted her to do something, solve their problem.

Her friends’ whispers grew sharp as they echoed John B.’s name. She forced her eyes open and glanced up to see her brother slowly rising to his feet. Sarah reached out for him in an attempt to pull him back down before the man saw, but he held a finger to his lips and started to creep toward the man’s car.

“Shit,” Lottie breathed out, her whole body trembling in a mix of fear and adrenaline that ran hot in her veins. It felt like someone stood on her chest, keeping her down when every other nerve in her body wanted to move, to help, to do something useful, but she couldn’t. The world around her was fuzzy, every noise bleeding together in time with her rapid heartbeat.

Voices around her rose, not making much sense to her ears. If it had been up to her, she probably would have stayed with her forehead pressed to the dirt with her eyes closed until the gold was stolen from them and the man drove off to cash in money that was theirs. She wasn’t alone, though, and a hand tugged on her arm, trying to get her attention and pull her to her feet.

The wide-eyed gaze of Sarah filled Lottie’s view as she opened her eyes. She helped Lottie up just as John B. and JJ started to fight the man.

John B. managed to get the gun out of his hands and hit him upside the head with the butt of it before JJ delivered a couple of punches. Pope rummaged around in the man’s car, picking up the t-shirt-wrapped gold that he stole and clutching it close to his chest while Kie joined in the fight as the man attempted to stand back up. Sarah dropped her death grip on Lottie’s arm and leaped into the fight as well, as the man crashed back to the ground with a groan. Sarah reached the open car door he sat beside and slammed it hard against his face.

All Lottie could do was watch, lungs struggling for a solid breath and feet rooted in place. She wanted to help, she really did, but she couldn’t get herself to move. It took most of her energy to stand upright. She felt useless, helpless, and wished she could set it aside and feel it later when she and her friends weren’t in trouble, but it didn’t work that way.

Luckily, the rest of the group was more pissed than panicked at that point. They delivered enough blows to keep the man down. JJ pulled off his bandana, exposing the man’s face. Lottie didn’t recognize him, but JJ did. He was some local drug dealer who sold to JJ’s dad.

With flushed cheeks, JJ stormed off toward the Twinkie, the Pogues yelling something at him that Lottie missed. She pressed a hand to her chest, muttering to herself to calm down.

“Lot?” Kie approached her, brows furrowed. “Hey, you good?”

Lottie nodded unconvincingly, prompting Kie to sling an arm around her shoulders and lead her back to the van. Walking felt like wading through water, tiring and difficult. She sat down on the floor of the Twinkie with Kie sliding in beside her, talking to the rest of the group in what sounded like nothing but mumbled chatter in Lottie’s ears.

JJ peeled off, leaving their almost robber on the side of the road, yelling like a supervillain that he’d find them.

Someone nudged Lottie’s foot, causing her to look up from a shot she had been staring at on the floor. One look at her face and Pope seemed to know what she felt. They shared a talent for panicking, and they had become pretty good at helping the other out of it.

“Put your head between your knees,” he told her. She sucked in a shaky breath and did so as Kie rubbed soothing circles on her back.

It wasn’t their everyday routine, but they had seen Lottie suffer from a panic attack a handful of times, so they knew just how to handle, what she needed and what stressed her out even more. John B. and JJ did too, but they were busy bickering in the front seat to pay much attention to what was happening in the back of the van.

“Is she okay?” asked Sarah.

“Yeah,” Kie said. “This just happens sometimes. She’s gotta ride it out.”

The drive seemed much shorter before JJ pulled the van to a stop. It wasn’t possible that they could have made it all the way to the Chateau already and there was no way they’d attempt to head for the warehouse when it was clearly a set-up.

In the short drive, Lottie managed to get her breathing even out, and the fog of anxiety lifted slightly, but she wasn’t fully back to her usual self. She never was good at snapping back from a panic attack; they always lingered longer than she wished they would.

She lifted her head from its place between her knees and glanced out the window to see a dumpy trailer home. The place looked unkept and trashed but not abandoned. Sarah called it a ‘crackhead’s wasteland’ which was a fitting title.

“What’re we doing?” Lottie asked, picking at the band-aids around her fingers.

“Why are we at Barry’s?” At Lottie’s confused look, Pope quickly explained that Barry was the dude who just tried to rob them. Why JJ thought it was a good idea to make a pit stop at his house was beyond her. She threw her head back with a groan, wanting to just call it a night and go home.

JJ jumped out of the car and told them, “This’ll only take a second.”

As annoyed as the rest of them, John B. followed his friend inside while the rest of the group dangled their feet out of the side door of the van.

Lottie rested her heavy head on Kie’s shoulder, watching the pretty sunset paint the sky just beyond a cluster of trees that fenced off the yard.

“Feelin’ better?” Kie asked.

“A little.” Lottie sighed, rubbing some dirt off of her forehead. “You’d think I’d be used to this bullshit by now.”

From Lottie’s other side, Sarah looked between her and Kie, confusion present on her face. “This is a regular thing? Being robbed at gunpoint?”

“Not usually,” said Lottie. “But it’s been a really weird couple of days.”

And it only got weirder as JJ jumped down the steps of the drug dealer's home with a bag clenched tightly in his grasp. He approached them, looking rather proud of himself.

“We’re looking at about…” He peered into the bag and pursed his lips for a moment. “About five grand-ish each for reparation for putting us through that bullshit.” He held up a wad of cash like he was expecting them to cheer. Instead, he was met with heavy sighs and shakes of heads.

“Is this what we’re doing now? Robbing drug dealers?” Kie scoffed.

“This Barry guy is gonna find out and he’s gonna come after us,” said Sarah.

They all nodded in agreement, not wanting to make more of an enemy out of the drug dealer.

“This is not the time to start wilin’ out!” Pope said, raising his voice.

Stepping closer to Pope, JJ’s smile turned into a pissed-off scowl. “How’d you like gettin’ a gun pulled on you?” He looked around the group before John B. placed a hand on JJ’s chest, silently telling him to back off. “He had it right here, man!” He held up a finger gun and aimed it at John B.’s forehead.

“Relax,” John B. said, lightly smacking his hand away. “Look, we’ve gotta go get the gold. Just give me that shit, okay?” He snatched the bag of cash from JJ, who immediately tried to grab it back. “We’re putting it back.”

In retaliation, JJ shoved John B. up against the van, a thud echoing through the yard.

Being twins, it often felt like Lottie and John B. were tied together. When he got pushed, so did she. It was a reflex ingrained in her brain since they were little; he got shoved back, and she stepped forward.

“You feel like a tough guy?” John B.’s eyes were narrowed at his friend. JJ’s hands fisted John B.’s shirt, face red in anger.

“JJ,” Lottie said sharply. She knew he’d never actually do anything to hurt John B., but she still felt a sense of protectiveness over her brother.

He glanced over at her for a moment before his hands dropped their hold on John B. and he backed off just slightly, but not before grabbing the bag of stolen cash back. “I’m not putting it back.” He shoved past John B. and climbed into the van, expecting everyone to follow so they all could get the hell out of there.

Lottie half expected it too, but everyone stayed put. She let out a breath and shook her head. Getting JJ to change his mind about something was almost as difficult as finding gold, difficult as all hell but not impossible.

“What?” he asked, looking around the group who stood their group outside, unbudging.

“We’re sick of your shit, JJ,” John B. said suddenly, his tone angrier than it usually was with JJ. The twins had known him the longest and they knew how to get through to him, for the most part. Meeting JJ with anger almost never ended well. He was the kind of person who met fire with fire. When you got angry, he got angry right back. John B. knew that, but he didn’t seem to care at that moment.

Lottie did, though. “John, come on-” she tried, but John B. snapped his head toward her.

“No!” he snapped. “Stop defending him, Lot!” She blinked, taken aback a little. Maybe if she was in a better headspace, she would have fought back or tried to calm the intense tide rolling in over the group, but her hands still shook slightly at her sides and the fight had long left her at the side of the road.

A scoff sounded from JJ. “Oh, my shit?”

“Yeah, your shit!” Kie said. “Your pulling guns on people's shit.”

“Your acting like a maniac shit,” Pope added.

JJ stepped up to Pope once more, his face twisted in something more than anger. “I took the fall for you, man!” he yelled. “Do you know how much I owe because of you?”

“I’m gonna pay you back!” Pope yelled back. “I never even asked you to do that!”

“I just did pay it back.” JJ lowered his voice, hard and brash. “Right here, right now, by myself.” A bitter laugh fell from his lips as he clutched the bag tighter in his grasp. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do now. Go off, by myself.”

Lottie didn’t think he really meant it. JJ had stormed off a million and one times before, and he always circled back. He liked to pretend that being on his own was the way he wanted things to be, but Lottie saw right through that. He always came back to the Chateau, not with a typical apology but his own kind of sorry. He needed them and they needed him; it was an unspoken but known thing.

She thought she could get around him leaving at all, cutting out the middle. “JJ,” she said softly. “Come on, don’t do that.”

For just a second, he stopped, gazing at her with an unreadable expression under his clenched jaw. But then he shook his head and turned on his heel, walking away. It was right there where something felt different in Lottie’s gut, different than all of the other times he stormed off. She didn’t know how to describe it, or if it was just a trick of her lingering panic.

“JJ!” she tried again, but he didn’t spare her another glance.

“Great,” John B. sighed, rubbing his temples. “Now we’ll have a drug dealer after us that thinks we robbed him.”

Lottie tossed a glance at Barry’s home, knowing the kind of crowd he hung around and the people he had at his disposal. It started to feel like the entire island was after them.

“I should go with him,” she said. “Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” And get himself hurt.

John B. shook his head. “Just let him go,” he said. “We’ve got other things to worry about.” Everyone headed back to the van, but Lottie was unbudging. John B. attempted to give her a reassuring look. “Come on, you know how he is. Give him a couple of hours and he’ll be back.”

Maybe he was right, but that didn’t make Lottie feel any better. Yet, she relented with a sigh.

They all piled back into the Twinkie, taking off through the Cut as the sun disappeared from the sky. Lottie couldn’t shake the knot in her stomach nor was her mind flooded with concern for one of her best friends who was off on his own, without any of them to reel him back in.

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