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drpaisleyduncan​:

open to: everyone! location: easy street

twelve-hour shifts at the hospital felt like forever for paisley, and she was just relieved that it was already over, given the amount of emergencies they had to respond to that day. not that she didn’t like what she does, of course, she loved it with her soul, it was the reason she left home, yet it could be a little bit tiring at times. she then decided to head to easy street, relax for a little before coming back to the motel, to her daughter. the doctor’s thoughts were immediately interrupted by someone close by has been staring at her. she simply couldn’t put her finger on what vibe the other has been emanating. “if being subtle is the game, you surely are failing at that.” she just simply said, as she takes a swig of her drink.

“Well, you never accused me of being subtle before,” Zay responded, slowly making his way up beside her, taking the vacant seat at the bar to her left. He set his glass down, only about halfway through it, and let his eyes rake over her one more time as he settled in. “Figured why start now?” He drew his hands together in his lap, his legs spread out to rest against either side of the stool’s. “What medicine we having tonight?” he asked, nodding towards the drink in front of her.

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jxstins​:

Where: Sunset Diner 

Who: Open to All

Justin’s eyes scanned the over-priced tour guide book he had picked up at some souvenir shop in the French Quarter, his fries abandoned while he read about the different hauntings of New Orleans. He was in awe of all the different locations and the histories behind them. Once he had gotten to the interesting excerpt about the Blacksmith Shop Bar, he had to ask the nearest person to him, “So, imagine you are sitting at a bar. Would you rather see a pirate ghost, a ghost of a woman in black, or a ghost with red eyes staring back at you?” 

Zay returned to his stool at the diner counter, grabbing a fry off of his buddy’s plate before sitting back down. “Well, if I’m at a bar obviously the pirate ghost. You know, considering the rum and grog or whatever they call it.” He shrugged, not too bothered at the moment whether his guess had been correct or not; but his phone weighed heavy in his pocket, unconsciously knowing that he’d have no choice but to look it up later. “Not that it’ll ever happen but I am curious, you’ve got me to bite.” Zay nodded towards the guide book as he gathered another mouthful of fries, this time mumbling through his stuffed mouth. “What are you looking at now?”

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RIZ AHMED, CIS MALE, HE/HIM – There goes ZAYAN BADAMI checking into the GOLDEN MOTEL. The THIRTY-EIGHT year old is a PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR (CAMERAMAN) from TAMPA, FL. I think they are CEREBRAL, but I heard that they can also be SARDONIC. Hope they enjoy their stay!

tw: overbearing parent

Zayan Badami is the youngest of three children, the only boy of the bunch. From the day that he was born, Zay held the weight of his father’s expectations. It was the misfortune of having a father set in his ways with some old school thinking; his sisters were always bright and overachieving and yet... he was the son. Every bit of his life was under a microscope, evaluated on whether it was enough or not enough, a worth his time or a waste.

Zay had made it all the way until his junior year at college before he broke. In the middle of a biochemistry exam, he snapped the pencil in his hand in half before he stood up and left, leaving the incomplete midterm and puzzled classmates in his wake. His bio pre-med degree never finished. He sat on that knowledge, his exit from college, for over a month before finally telling his parents over what had been meant to be spring break. Naturally, they did not take it well. Zay suffered his father’s silence for two weeks until he forgot when asking for the remote. Then he was mad at himself, then mad all over again. Things are better but strained for certain.

While he never went back to school, he did go back to his apartment. He clung to what he could of that “college life,” still going to parties and getting turned away from frats. But he had to balance work, starting first as a mailroom clerk. He bounced around from job to job after that: Uber driver, overnight security, the occasional dog walker, plenty of others.

Photography had been a passion he hadn’t fully unlocked until his thirties. It was something he remembered liking, having gone through plenty of disposable cameras as a kid, also insistent to be the one in charge of taking the pictures on family vacations. It was on a whim that he picked one up from the thrift store. It was hobby that slowly became a side gig; there were plenty of families looking for holiday photoshoots. Hell, he’d even shot a cousin’s engagement photos. It wasn’t a career, yet, but it was something to help pay for those impulse purchases and keep his debt from growing.

Somewhere in all of that, him and his two friends got into ghost-hunting. Though, let it be known, Zay doesn’t believe in any of that. He’s very much the skeptical one and when he’s behind the camera, there’s often shots of the camera moving side to side, miming the way his head would shake. For him, there’s always an explanation. How many of these sightings could be zeroed down to lead poisoning? Carbon monoxide poisoning? Just a creaky ass house? Still. It was fun.

Zay always jumped at the chance to pack up and go. After all those years under his parent’s thumb and being the good child he was supposed to have been, he’s embraced being the black sheep and just wants to experience whatever he can. Give him the chance and he’ll think too much about the would have could have should have. So yea, maybe some days he is the one dragging you to go see the World’s Largest Mailbox or check out the abandoned theme park, Jazzland.

While not hesitating to pack up and leave Tampa, Zay had not been willing to leave behind his cat, Lars. He’s tried to hide him from the motel staff but lasted all of a few days before suffering the pet fee. A small price to pay for having his furry son along for the ride.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

new friends

exes

fwb

one-night stand

do not get along

do they live next door? on the same floor?

someone willing to go on dumb side quests with him

went to college together

know his sisters?

maybe went to the same summer camp as kids?

interviewed you about historical stuff / ghost things

watch their paranormal show

more....

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One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.

Jiddu Krishnamurti (via wordsnquotes)

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Riz Ahmed in Sound of Metal (2019) dir. Darius Marder