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She can only nod her head in agreement. Truth be told, she wasn’t stalking them— just happened to be in the same vicinity. And part of her longs to grow closer. Part of her, wants to talk to Billie. She hadn’t known about the other, and vice versa.. and yet there was this small tinge of guilt, one that wasn’t her fault in the slightest. Still, she knows what it’s like to feel alone. At least Billie had Briggs. Sometimes, one person was enough to be the family you never had. Duchess could at least be happy for that. She’ll bounce on the tips of her toes, back and forth— itching to try the cars.. but remaining in place. She’s caught off guard by the shouting, glancing back and forth with the rising smile. “She’s very good.” The sound of another car crashing into each other makes her flinch. “Jesus..”
“Someone’s going to lose an eye…. Or a limb..”
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"Kick his ass, Bill!" Briggs hollered from outside the bumper cars area, hopping onto the barrier between the cars and the rest of the carnival. He wasn't sure if there was a winner in bumper cars, but he was pretty sure his wife was winning. Her regular driving was basically training for this event, something he had assured her of when he sent her and Lucas in there.
After a particularly rough hit to her car, he was ready to jump in, her giggles the only thing that stopped him from intervening. "Watch it!" He called out in a warning, "that's my wife!" Losing his balance--or maybe he was grabbed?--he barely managed to land on his feet, telling the person beside him, "that is a cutthroat game. Not for kids, I'll tell ya that."
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It was too much for her to take into account— but she wasn’t used to being in huge crowds like this. If her father was alive, his hair might have turned stark white. Instead, he’d be rolling in his grave right about now as Duchess’ eyes widened at the girl who ran by— her chest covered with her hands and the back of her top seemed to come loose somewhere in the midst of chaos. “I’ve seen this once before.. but I doubt they’re serving fae wine here tonight..” She doesn’t mean to mutter that last part out. “I mean, I’ve heard we can drink it and be fine— but I wouldn’t really know..” We as in.. humans.. We as in.. her pretending to not be what she was.
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He looked utterly confused as he watched people normally well composed acting like freshly turned 21 year old's on spring break or something. "Why do I feel like if Woodstock were to happen now this would be it," he stated as he watched a nearly shirtless woman running by him. "Huh," was all he said, wondering when he became the sanest person here
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Help? Did he just mouth help? She’s turning on her spot at the show, a long bench where everyone was elbows to elbows next to each other. Nobody else seemed to notice. Brows furrowed when she turns back to them, was it part of the show? She doesn’t know— so she remains quietly stressed.. waiting to see what happened next.
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Juri was breathing heavily. In an effort to hide from the creep that shall not be named, he somehow ended up in some magican's magic show- probably because he spoke thai and knew some Khon. As he dressed up in the outfit and makeup, he noticed the box and very real knives. Juri stared in shock before he was called on stage. He began to attempt the traditional dance still eyeing the box. When he finally made eye contact with an audience member. He mouthed the words.
"Help me."
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Truth be told, he’d never seen anyone throw that many shots— and not come close to hitting one of the bottles. Tongue clicks to the roof of his mouth, and he’s sucking in a breath, squinting as the next shot is flung over and nearly hit the attendant in the head. She had to been aiming for that one. “You know.. It’s alright.. they’re all rigged anyways.” It’s a pathetic attempt to cheer her up, but a kid about four foot tall and somewhere around six years old— immediately knocks over the row of bottles, and is handed the biggest prize in the tent, causing brooks to make an expression that’s less than proud. “Most of the time..”
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She wasn't entirely sure what the point of this stupid game was. Throwing balls into a basket without a bottom seemed utterly pointless to her but she had her eyes on a rather large stuffed pig, something she wanted to win for her husband as an 'I'm sorry for letting Malivore swallow me without letting you have a say' apology of sorts but she was failing miserable. A defeated sigh eased from her lips as she allowed a pout to pull across her lips, she could just steal it, wouldn't be the first or last time that she ever did that but there was something about actually putting the work in for it that made it seem more- heartfelt. "These games are ridiculous," Raquel huffed. "And outrageously overpriced at that."
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There’s a moment in which Duchess glances at the bull, considered it, and then shrugs the thought away. Who was she thinking she was? On the set of coyote ugly? Absolutely not, she’d climb on that thing and everybody would have a good laugh. “I don’t know, 40 seconds is pretty impressive.” She hums, eyes following the next volunteer. “What’s the secret?”
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Her gaze was settled on the mechanical bull, watching and waiting for the line to shrink significantly before taking her chance at it when another approached. A drink was lifted to her lips, downing the remained of the sugary liquor before her gaze fell on the other. "So far I think the record on the bull is like 40 seconds," Tara states, grin pulled from ear to ear. "I can a thousand percent beat that. I raised twins pretty sure I can handle a mechanical bull."
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Truth be told, if they were to just lay in bed for the rest of the evening, she wouldn’t have been too upset it. Crawling into the space next to him, she nuzzles herself closer and her eyes are heavy as she closes them. The compliment causes brims to tug into a smile, and her eyes are still closed until she’s glancing upwards and looking at him. “Do you think the pink is too much? It was my mom’s but I don’t know if it’ll get ruined at the festival.” Except, it was a carnival— not a festival at all. She doesn’t quite know the difference between the two, if you were to ask her honestly. “I have this other..” She doesn’t realize the conflict in his eyes, doesn’t quite catch the signal or whatever hints were expressed in his features, as she rises from her spot on the bed. She takes a few steps forward into the bedroom, where the blue dress has hung. “This one I got from the market down the street. Saturdays they have a lot of vendors, this woman— her name is Angelise— she sews them by hand.” And she doesn’t give him much time to digress, when she’s unzipping the pink, letting the fabric fall to the floor and stepping into the blue. “Do you think it’s better?” Will they laugh at me?
The afternoon was spent in the book shop. A few customers here and there, mostly those that she had considered regulars- one of which was an elderly man, who had been her father's barber for years.. That she would stay open for him, as he only made trips downtown once a week. This week, he was returning another recommendation she had for him. The Keeper of Stars. And although her mind had been drifted elsewhere, she sat and talked with him, until he would return in a few days. Truth be told, she fought with herself up until the moment that Ruby had arrived. Though spending an hour getting ready, most of which involved her passing back and forth. I'm going to go. No I'm not. Yes I am. I am. I'm not. A constant mumbling under her breath, and even her ferns- who were the most patient of her plants, seemed to hum in annoyance of her inability to make the jump. She leaves her curls wild, as she likes them, and her features are dusted with the fairest shades of pink. She's even bold enough to take a few steps towards the door, only to make it to the steps of the shop- where she sat until Ruby had rounded the corner.
It wasn't new to her, and if she were being honest- maybe going to the carnival with someone else, would make it less nerve wracking.. Would make her grow the courage she needed, in order to leave the shop. The tulips in her window whispered amongst themselves, as she passes. Giggling as they often did when she'd let Ruby crash on the couch, or the bed. "Hush." It's scolded through pouted lips, and they grew silent. When she listens to him go on about the girl, her brows tethered together. "I think you did what was best for the moment." She finally added, voice soft like petals as she's climbing into the bed, overlaid a white duvet. She makes no mind to the dress she's wearing, or the way pale pink wrinkled with the movement as her frame shifts next to him. "Sometimes, too many pieces can cloud the whole picture. Like an abstract painting, with too many lines. It blurs together." People were like that, she'd noticed. You could have all the pieces to a puzzle, but you'd still need to put it together. "I think she has to figure it out on her own.." As did everybody else. "There is no right or wrong thing."
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She’s partly getting ready, switching between both a pale blue dress and the pink one that now adorned her features. It was one of her mother’s— a favorite that she wasn’t sure she was willing to risk at the carnival. Truth be told, she isn’t expecting anyone— maybe Ruby a little later in the evening but for the most part, she was gathering the opinions of her flowers. Pink was the reigning vote. Before opening to the knock, she peaks through the window curtained in white lace, any suspicion fluttering away as she squeaked in excitement. Bare feet are treading across soft hardwood, and she’s swinging the door open. He’ll barely have the time to finish his sentence when she’s flinging a delicate frame around him. Prince or not— she was never custom to bowing. Instead, her body nearly knocks him over with the embrace, legs wrapping around him and kissing his cheek, leaving the faintest sheen of gloss in its place. “You didn’t tell me you were coming!” He would normally call, text— but she adored surprises. The smile grows as she crawls down, feet touching the ground again. “Did she pack the shortcake again? Strawberries are finally in season..” She’ll take the bag and motion him inside.
Closed Starter - @ofhowlingxs (Duchess)
He wasn’t sure if she was even home, at least not when there was a carnival going on but that hadn’t stopped him from at least checking. He’d walk with her to the carnival if she was home and if not then he’d just have to hope the place wasn’t too crowded and he’d find her easily. He hesitated a moment outside the door of her apartment, trying to weigh the possibility of her being home or not before he eventually knocks on the door and waits, a smile tugging to his lips as the door is eventually pulled open to reveal his fellow fairy. “Surprise,” Osman greets, arms rising to the side before dropping, offering out the bag he had brought with him. “Mother insisted I bring you food just in case you weren’t eating enough. She worries too much for her own good.”
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There were a lot of people, everyone blending together and she’s watching quietly- barely getting out of the way as another body ran practically through her. It was like a mad house, and she can’t expect that it was only the alcohol they were serving. “Is it—“ She’s biting at her thumb now, dark irises glancing around at all the new faces, new smells.. “Are they always like this?” She had only snuck off to a town event once or twice, though grateful after skipping the Gala— she took her father’s word for it. Bad things happened in crowded places like this. And still, she longs to feel as free as they looked. @exitiumstarters
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[ ashley moore | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome DUCHESS O'HARA to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an TWENTY SIX year old FAIRY, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be SHELTERED, but that’s all a façade to cover up their BENEVOLENT nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to SWEET CREATURE by HARRY STYLES, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.
Duchess was born on May 5th, on a rainy summer afternoon. Her mother was once convinced that was good luck. Born the daughter of Allora O'Hara and Douglas White. She doesn't remember much from that time. Only plains of grass and a field of wild flowers her mother would lay out under the sun and tell stories to. Their happy life, was disrupted when her mother was killed by hunters. She's unsure if they were part of the organization, or if they were only cruel on their own. Her father had been at work, when he returned to their home turned upside down- and his young daughter, hiding in the fireplace.
Something inside him snapped that day. Something inside him broke. Douglas had spent a majority of his adult life, keeping his family away from the one he'd grown out of. As far as he was concerned, he'd rarely allowed his sister to visit, his younger brother not at all. It wasn't until his wife's passing, had he returned back to New Orleans-- a place where the outside world couldn't find them. In doing so, his carefulness had created a shelter around his daughter. Afraid of what they might find out, he'd changed her name to the maiden of her mother's and in an attempt to keep her existence, what she was hidden by those who would want to harm her, he'd taught her that binding her wings- and pretending to be human, was the safest thing for her. And so, she'd live her life in secret.
Fun facts
She still binds her wings. Though she has mastered the element of earth. It's the only power she retained from her mother.
Her father owned a local book shop. It's a small hole in the wall place, and they've lived in the apartment above it, her entire life.
Her father passed away two months ago, and she now takes ownership of the bookstore. Every shelf is lined with plants, decorating the walls. And at the top of the apartment on the roof, she has an greenhouse that she never quite got the city's approval for.
Duchess went to public school for two years of primary, but was quickly taken out when she was receiving too much attention for "talking to the plants." She was then homeschooled by her father.
She is kind. And observant. She's watched from the inside looking out, for most of life. And while she yearns for experience, she has been thrusted into a life her father had kept her from, instilling a curious nature and fear of the world.
Her mother was of noble blood, serving as a lady to the fairy queen for many years. Though, upon her passing they respected her father's wishes to keep her separate from their world. The plans they once had, drifting away with it.
Her father loved her so dearly, he kept the only flower he'd had left in a cage made of glass. But his passing was hard on her, they had been close her whole life, and now the only family she ever knew had passed.
Upon his passing, is when his sister Gia came back into the picture long after the falling out she had with her brother. Paying for the costs of the service, and introducing her to the family she has left. She's only just recently learned of Billie.
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The afternoon was spent in the book shop. A few customers here and there, mostly those that she had considered regulars- one of which was an elderly man, who had been her father's barber for years.. That she would stay open for him, as he only made trips downtown once a week. This week, he was returning another recommendation she had for him. The Keeper of Stars. And although her mind had been drifted elsewhere, she sat and talked with him, until he would return in a few days. Truth be told, she fought with herself up until the moment that Ruby had arrived. Though spending an hour getting ready, most of which involved her passing back and forth. I'm going to go. No I'm not. Yes I am. I am. I'm not. A constant mumbling under her breath, and even her ferns- who were the most patient of her plants, seemed to hum in annoyance of her inability to make the jump. She leaves her curls wild, as she likes them, and her features are dusted with the fairest shades of pink. She's even bold enough to take a few steps towards the door, only to make it to the steps of the shop- where she sat until Ruby had rounded the corner.
It wasn't new to her, and if she were being honest- maybe going to the carnival with someone else, would make it less nerve wracking.. Would make her grow the courage she needed, in order to leave the shop. The tulips in her window whispered amongst themselves, as she passes. Giggling as they often did when she'd let Ruby crash on the couch, or the bed. "Hush." It's scolded through pouted lips, and they grew silent. When she listens to him go on about the girl, her brows tethered together. "I think you did what was best for the moment." She finally added, voice soft like petals as she's climbing into the bed, overlaid a white duvet. She makes no mind to the dress she's wearing, or the way pale pink wrinkled with the movement as her frame shifts next to him. "Sometimes, too many pieces can cloud the whole picture. Like an abstract painting, with too many lines. It blurs together." People were like that, she'd noticed. You could have all the pieces to a puzzle, but you'd still need to put it together. "I think she has to figure it out on her own.." As did everybody else. "There is no right or wrong thing."
@ofhowlingxs. Closed Starter - Duchess.
He was only supposed to take a short break. But after the certain amount of pushing, his mind was starting to crumble. There were side-effects, to any kind of magic, and Ruby's came to pass upon heavy immersion with another persons reality. It's when his own would start to lose a solid form. A proper shape. And there would be times where he would have memories, or feelings, or thoughts -- only to realise a little too late they were not his own.
As tired as can be, he finds his way to Duchess' door. A small exchange is dealt between them before he walks in, eyes half-closed, he aims for the hammock in the corner of the room, shaded by the branches of small and various plants. He falls into it, effortlessly, like so many times before, and he lights the first joint in the day passing it onto her as his hands rest on his chest, eyes on the ceiling. "A girl walked in tonight..." he begins the story, and slowly but thoroughly, he explains what had happened. Duchess had been his only solace for some time now, the only place his mind could rest. And his favourite thing? About the bookstore? About her apartment? About her? It was always quiet. And he could hear his own thoughts. "Do you think I did the right thing? Not telling her everything?”
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Alexa Demie as Maddy Perez
Euphoria 2x01 | Trying to Get to Heaven Before They Close the Door
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Hope, what a fickle thing it was. She had spent her entire life, on the road that hope would make it hurt less. That hope, would bring her back around to love again. That there was hope, something more was out there than this darkness inside her. Inside all of them. In the moments of her greatest despair, hope was the only thing that had kept her heart alive. Kept it beating, and bleeding- for a purpose she hadn't known just yet. And as he reads her cards, she listens. Her body is frozen in place, but she will lean down into the seat slowly, cautiously, as her body and everything within her, is screaming to run for the hills. He asks her who she had thought about, and there's a moment when she might answer- honesty had always been her downfall. But he retracts the question, and she's both grateful and disappointed. Her hand reaches for the cup once she's noticed him staring, drinking the tea and listening some more. When she finishes, the herbs that are stuck to the bottom of the teacup, tell a story. She's not sure what it means, or if it did anything.. Only that he was right, she didn't feel as.. trapped.
Listening to each card, she takes it with both a grain of salt and curious intent. For the first time since she came back from that cabin in the mountains, she felt some kind of relief. The doubt that was plaguing her mind, was not that of quiet nothingness. There was something in her gut telling her to listen closer. To see what was being pointed out to her-- and her heart falls back to him. How Cassian had looked at her, when she'd come to him. How his fingertips trembled when he reached out for her, like she was made of glass-- like she'd break in the palm of his hand. She'd excused it to her own grief. Her own ignorance. It was her fault- it had to of been. Until- words kept replaying back in her head. Again and again. I wouldn't lie to you. I wouldn't lie to you. It wasn't the OEA. How could he be so sure? And how could she have not have questioned it? She trusted him. She loved him. He wouldn't lie to her.
And still- she's staring at the card. Staring and staring. And her heart of hearts, is banging on the door of her chest. It's squeezing at the cavity inside, and draining it like a puddle on the floor. He wouldn't lie to her-- he wouldn't do something like this. He wouldn't-- he wouldn't have let her sister die.
She's blinking back at him now, and down to the card he's outstretched, taking it within her hand and finally- there was something more than just this gnawing feeling of nothing. Now, anger was replaced with knowledge. Now, she was hungry for the answers she'd came in here to get. A coven. Magic. Not the OEA.. And her heart might break all over again-- but she has to know.. There was hope, and the light inside her may have been hidden. it may have been blown out-- but the wick was still warm.
"I feel like I've caused you enough trouble." It's finally breathed, but she accepts his invitation. "There's a lot of food out there.. I should probably eat something too.." And then irises flickered back to the cups he'd poured for her, and she's sorry for wasting the alcohol. Not that it would do much for her. But.. Bella would have liked him.
She follows him out now, a few footsteps in and pauses a bit. "Cassian Lancaster." The name is tipped on the edge of her lips, and she's watching him now. "It's who I was thinking of earlier when you asked."
There's a moment of warmth, almost as if in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, her mind used a quiet moment to conjure up a warm thought. And although the seconds came and went, it was enough for him to pick up on a slight change of energy. He was sensitive now, much too susceptible to changes. "Who did you think of?Just now?" and why did she stop? "I'm sorry, that's...you don't need to answer that." Rue oftentimes had to remind himself of boundaries. It was hard establishing those with his kind of mind.
But he's distracted again by a gentle pass of a hand, and a tissue will situate itself below his nose as he takes a sip of the warm tea. It calmed his nerves, it always did. And he'll place the other before his company, removing the alcohol from the table entirely. It was not that kind of night. No matter how much he would've liked it to be. "My mom mixes the herbs. They grow wild outside of the city. Come spring she collects them, dries them, keeps them at hand until the next spring. And she does so every year, without fail." the thought of his mother nudges the corners of his lips. But that was not the point. "People are kind of like....like her herbs. You see, they live and they die, but even in their death, if you find a little water, wait a little while, they'll come to life again. We know death has two faces --" he reaches for his deck of cards now, perhaps time to resort to little less draining methods. And death is the first of the bunch. "The literal death. The kind we don't come back from." he flips the card upside down, and it is now facing her. "-- and death of the spirit."
She lets her questions flow, her fears, her tangled feelings and he admires her ability to find the words. Another card and he'll read it out. "The three of swords." not great, but to be expected. "Reminder that life comes with pain, and pain is not death of the spirit. In fact, it is very much a sign of being alive." a new card is placed on, and he connects it to the one before. "But pain does not have to turn into suffering. A star is a signifier of hope. It's a good card, your light --" his eyes find hers. "-- is not gone." passing the deck for her to shuffle the cards, he waits only a moment to put the next card out. "The tower. Danger." next card "Seven if swords. Deception." next card "Five of cups. Loss." he points at the deck. "Pick a card." and it's on the table. "The chariot." thank God, there's a sigh of relief and he returns back to the first.
"Danger is stuck to you. Could be from within, could be from around you. Stay vigilant, Good thing --" he'll go back to his dive through her mind, and find a glimmer of hope just there. "I did not see any physical danger in your near future. Trust your instincts." he moves on to the seven of swords. "There are deceptions at play, so question everything you hear. The only people who can betray us, are the ones we trust." he wants to skip this one, so his fingers linger over it a little longer, and he eyes her tea. She really should have some tea. "Five of cups. You're not yet done with loss, despair...loneliness. And I know it is a heavy feeling. And you have nowhere to hide but -- your light is still there. Eventually..." he picks up the last card. "Triumph." he offers her the card now, hopeful she might look at it and remember there is a goal, no matter how far out, where things truly do get better. A hope, even if barely visible. "Keep it. It's a strong card." he rarely gave anything away, but this felt...different.
"I don't want you to shut yourself off from pain. You'll still end up falling back on it. Having to deal with it. Only the second time you won't be as strong. And it will take twice as long. -- Accept it is a part of you now, and maybe it doesn't have to be such a scary thing? So...debilitating." he was done now, done giving advice, done being focused. Removing her anxiety, jumping back into her mind. It will simply have to wait til next time.
"I need to --" a cigarette is between his mouth again. "I should really get some food. -- Will you....will you join me?"
#c: ruby#the whites of your eyes burn from across the room || gabriella garcia#why do we always do this
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She wasn't stupid, Gabriella had known that Xavier had been avoiding her. Things between them, they had only just started. And in truth, she hadn't given him enough of the time that she would have liked to. She had never planned to fall for anyone, and Cassian-- she couldn't shake how she felt about him. It wasn't fair to Xavier, but- he was her friend. that's what she kept telling herself. He was her friend, despite everything. Despite there being something there. Only now- now she was second guessing everything. She was questioning whether he had only cared for her to serve his own agenda. She was second guessing everyone important to her. God, she was so fucking heart broken-- even if she wanted to.. she couldn't. At least.. not right now. So when he approached her, brows furrowed and her features softened. "It was either this or stay home and stare at the tv.." Tongue pushes against the roof of her mouth and she shrugs.. "I figured I did that enough.." But he asks about her trip, and she'll crawl into herself-- that guilt coming back. Cassian, Matthias, Xavier. Fuck- she didn't have time to think about it. It was making her dizzy. "It was.. quiet.." It wasn't a lie. "I tried to text you.." She tried to text him a lot, actually-- only after the third time, had she gotten the hint. "It kind've feels like.. You've been avoiding me after the funeral." There's a lump in the back of her throat, but it felt as if it was always there now. "Did I do something wrong?" -- "I can.. I can pay you back for the funeral.. Bella's lawyers settled everything now so I have.. More than enough.. If that's what's.. making you dodge my calls?"
Closed Starter - @ofhowlingxs (Gabi)
He had kept his distance since the funeral, seeing the other male beside her and having seen them around town together a time or two, he was starting to piece it together and he didn't want to overstep or cause any issues with whatever that relationship was. He'd done his part, ensured that every expense for Bella's funeral was taken care of and didn't fall back on the she-wolf, it was the least he could do but seeing her there, well, he couldn't seem to continue keeping his distance. A gentle hand fell to the small of her back as his frame halts beside her, a smile tugging at his lips as he glances down at her. "Didn't expect to see you here," Xavier quips. "How was your trip?"
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Truth be told, he was only half expecting her to still be there. A brow lifts, and he's shaking his head. "You should always have sugar." Brooks adds, his once charismatic nature seemed to be shining through now more than before. Given everything that's happened recently, parts of him had changed as he grew older. He wasn't as.. inviting as he had been tonight. Was that strange? The question only plagues it mind for a moment, before it's forgotten- as if it wasn't there at all. "Well, I kind of want to surprise her with a prize. Something from one of those booths. Heard they're rigged though.. But.. maybe two chances are better than one? Your aim might be better than mine."
He'll nod for her to follow him, taking a few steps towards one that looked promising. You throw the ball, make it in the hole, seemed easy enough.. If the balls weren't slightly too big, or too heavy to make the shot. "This guy robbed me of ten dollars already." There's another pause, and Brooks is glancing back at her. "You look familiar. Would I know you from somewhere? Brooks Dun, by the way. Since we're going to be partners here, you should probably know who you're getting into business with."
There’s a very thankful now of his head playfully, as he takes the funnel cake from her. “Thank you— I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” In the meantime, he was able to return to his wife, and made sure she had everything else she needed until he headed back. When he approaches her again, it’s been about five minutes or so. “Alright, crisis averted. And I still have all ten fingers from when she grappled the plate. So thank you for that.” He’s musing through a laugh, but also halfway serious… actually maybe more than half. Either way, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Let me pay for your next one. It’s the least I can do.”
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The interaction causes him to do a double take. And there's a little bell in his head that went off, but before he could sound off- it was washed away. How was he? Horrible. Wonderful. All in the same moment. He was still aching for his best friend, he was still unbelievably sad-- but on the other hand. He was happy. Excited. Ready to be a father. It would be his greatest accomplishment, over everything. "Eh, you know." He answered honestly. "We're naming the baby Arabella." It's stated matter of factly, now motioning for her to walk and talk with them. "Have you seen Gabi around? I think her and Lorelai need to talk." There's a slight pause. "Hey, that was pretty impressive by the way. Can that whole thing you did get you out of anything? Parking tickets?"
Nova decided to saunter over there getting something to eat There was a slightly different look in her eyes. Rather than let Brooks sink, she decided to be nice for a moment. Nova sighed. "What a shame I was hoping for one for myself too. It would be so said if the one person I don't assist is an heiress." Nova smirked. "So are you going to get to cook those funnels or not." Nova taunted. As the frightened vendor began to cook some funnel cake, there was a shining eye smile. "Some people you need to give a little push." Nova said with a beam. "Brooks how are you, darling." Nova said. "Do you need to talk any other vendors. Rory is carrying a bundle of joy after all." Nova said.
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She's waiting for -- expecting it.. But when he flips backwards, she doesn't expect the dust to kick up in the impact. Her hand collapses over her mouth to suppress the gasp, but the laughter escaped nonetheless. Bending over, her hand on her ribs. "Fuck-" The word is barely audible as their laughter blended together. "I didn't think you'd hit the ground that fuckin' hard." She can barely breath, covering her chest now as if the pain of laughter was giving her heart burn. "Warts?!" She's kicking him now with the tip of her converse- not hard, just enough to get his attention. If any bystanders just glanced at the situation, they might think Alena was jumping the poor boy. "You're just jealous I can magic circles around you, pretty boy."
Alena's scoff was met with an immediate “ha! I knew it” and Abel looked pretty fucking pleased with himself for somebody who's laces were being knotted together. Despite everything, he was a pretty enthusiastic guy – even if the majority of that was a self sourced facade, but for the past hour or so, that enthusiasm had surged through his veins as if it were an electrical current. He felt – good. Almost, too good; like he was back in the kiss with Marni, or as if he and Jack had been on a trip, but the impending comedown was now non-existent. As another step back was taken, his feet were met with the resistance from the tied laces and he took a harsh tumble –backwards– to the ground, landing on his ass with a groan. “Aw shit.” Glancing down at his sneakers to find the culprit, instead of grumbling he burst into laughter instead. “Real fuckin’ nice. All you're missing now is the pointy hat and chin, you've got the warts down.”
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