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"Bitch, didn't I just say I don't wanna have to pry this shit out of you?" She sighed heavily, knowing that this was almost a rinse-and-repeat for Sawyer. And yet another reason why Jack had spent her life making as few mistakes as possible - as few connections as possible. Most people only ever let you down, or pushed you there. "You start with whatever the hell it is that made you message me in the first place. Admittedly, she didn't want Sawyer to revert back to the ways in which she used to deal with all that life had to throw at her - but, neither was she the one to tell her what she should do. What would it cost her, in all reality? "Okay, and how exactly do you think that'd pan out?"

"If I went and got a professional, I wouldn't be here to bug you all the time." Sawyer mutters as she lays back onto the carpet, listening to her phone buzz against the carpet. She didn't even need to look to know it was Wyatt, somehow frustrating her and getting under her skin in a way she thought she was over. "I don't even know where to start." She exhales, looking at ceiling as she blinks a few times. "I honestly would rather revert back to my old ways of coping than talk about any of it."

#* sawyer

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"Oh, that wouldn't be a problem. I don't have microscopic eyesight." She states without a moments hesitation, the shit-eating grin she wore only intensified by the wink she cast across at him. Either result would undoubtedly give her plenty more room to give him shit - as always. "I didn't say I'd wish for someone to do it. This is all hypothetical, Z. Quit worrying so much about your dick. It's exhausting." Most of the time, everything about Zekai was exhausting, but that clearly didn't change the fact that she might have trusted him beyond all others. Silently - silently trusted him. "I'm not, but once again, sounds like more fucking drama than it's worth, and you somehow managed to get yourself tangled up in it too this time?" Idiot. Pushing herself off of his bed, she picks her keys up again, spinning the keyring around her finger a few times as she waits, only glancing over her shoulder when the door opens again, "You didn't think I came over here just to listen to you shower, did you? I'm serious. I wanna' go check it out, cops say they have no leads - sounds like bullshit and I need a lookout, obviously."

"Call it a tictac again, Taylor and I'll drop this towel to prove you wrong." Zekai mutters, opening a drawer to pull out some clothes to wear. He turns his head to look over his shoulder at her, furrowing his brows at her words. "Why would you wish for someone to cut off the ladies' favorite part of me?" He jokes, knowing it's going to make Jack even crazier than she fucking is. He shuts the drawers and moves to walk towards the bathroom as he nods his head. "Can't be that surprised." He shrugs his shoulders as he puts his clothes down on the bathroom counter, closing the door until it's open a crack as he starts to get dressed. He puts on his jeans and pauses before buttoning them as he opens the bathroom door and pops his head out to look at her. "You're fucking with me?" He asks, staring at her. "There's no fucking way that's something you want to do."

#* zekai

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It wasn't exactly how Jack planned to spend her afternoon, but she'd always become pretty adept to things changing at the last minute. Tucking the keys to her bike back into her jacket pocket, she's long retreated back into her loft by the time the blonde all but trudges into her home. "You know, it'd probably cost you less to see a professional than it would be to continue dealing with this shit on your own." They both knew - this usually ended with them drinking, or something else wholly illegal and potentially costly. "What shit are you talking about, specifically, this time? You're cool and all, but you know I hate prying shit out of you."

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Sawyer sent a text to Jack, informing her she was on her way over so to leave the door unlocked. As she turns the knob, she pushes her way in. She shuts the door and locks it behind her as she walks through Jack's apartment ( as if she owns the place ). She drops her bag onto the ground in front of the other woman's bedroom before walking over towards the middle of the room, plopping herself down. "I don't know how much more shit I can take, Jack." She exhales.

#* sawyer

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A low grimace settles on her features as she once again, looks him over, as if eyeing a specimen of man that didn't quite compute to her tastes. "The only thing I care about regarding that tictac you call a dick is that should someone be the one to detach it from your body, I could almost hope it would be me." Though, admittedly, should the hypothetical ever become a reality - regarding any of his limbs, she'd be out to rain hell down on whoever thought disfiguring him was a good idea in the first place. "They're likely just being nice because it's the right thing to do, or whatever," she waves the notion off like it's nothing, "decency and all that shit." It wasn't something she was overly familiar with - or not something she chose to place value in. What was the point? "You're kidding? They're back together again?" Onyx hues rolled into the back of her head as she groans, tilting her head until she hears the familiar and welcome crack of her neck, "Whatever - come on, I wanna' go and check out where they found his arm. I'm driving."

Zekai leans against the archway of the bathroom, drifting his gaze to look out his bedroom door before looking back at her. "You keep talkin' like that, Jackie girl... I'm going to think that you care about making sure my body parts stay attached to my body." He smirks, brushing his tongue along his lower lip. Nothing was more fun than pushing Jack's buttons, the two of them had been friends since the day he met her despite how hard she fought to make it known she thought he was as disgusting as the rest of the town he knew if anything happened to him she'd be the first one looking to find out who did it. He tilts his head down to look at his towel covered area, chuckling. "I've never had a complaint about my face either," a cheeky grin curves his features as he steps into the bedroom, moving towards the dresser. "Besides the only person you have to worry about cutting off my penis is Fey but since she's back together with Grey I'm not on her hate radar so."

#* zekai

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Better to ask forgiveness than permission - of which she'd ask for neither, regardless of who's house it was. How many times had she told him? That being overprepared was never a bad thing. When she'd heard the news about Rhys, it hadn't taken her long to make it across town. Would he consider this her way of checking in on him? She certainly fucking hoped not. Tossing the keys to her bike atop the dresser, Jack hadn't wasted a moment of her time being nosy - if anything, she'd rather not think about what disgusting things she'd find in his room. "Exactly," she muttered, eyeing him with lazy indifference as he opens the bathroom door, "And you're out here with a security system that just let me right on it." A manicured brow arches to a high point as she continues to look at him as if this was his fault. "Anyone could have snuck in here and chopped off your.... arm." An equally as lazy finger wavers towards the region hidden by the towel, "Since we know it's not your face that's getting you laid, maybe invest in a better system, like I fucking told you ten times already.

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Zekai steps out of the shower, reaching for the towel on the rack. He pulls the towel off the rack and wraps it around his waist. He hears a sound coming outside the bathroom door, his head turns to look over at it for a second as he inhales deeply. He walks over to the door and opens it to find Jack sitting on his bed. "You have to start warnin' me that you're gonna break into my place... Someone literally fuckin' got their arm chopped off their body, Jack."

#* zekai

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[ crystal reed, female, she/her ] - was that estelle jacqueline “jack” taylor i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the thirty-six-year-old who has been in nightrest for on and off their whole life and works as a/an professional boxer/coach has a reputation of being adaptable, but also insensitive. they reside in fog gate  & people in town usually associate them with bruised and bloodied knuckles. they icy cold chill of dawn, the steady thump of a heartbeat and serpents coiling. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

BIOGRAPHY

if ever there was a demon born into the human world, it arrive in the form of estelle jacqueline taylor. since the second she was born, she was all noise and all chaos. if you ask the midwife who helped her mother - she'll say to this day that nothing was more difficult and no child so stubborn

it continued on throughout her life - she gave her older brother absolute hell and solidified the Taylor name perhaps even more than it already had been. Fighters, the lot of them. Tooth and nail, blood and bone, there wasn't a whole lot that would keep the Taylor family out of the mouths of all those who disagreed with mayhem. "Those Taylors, they've never been quite right."

However, they weren't without purpose. With such grit and a bigger set of balls than anyone had any right to, Jack followed quickly in the footsteps of her brother, and her father and stepped almost immediately into the military the second she was able to.

Did it a little rough, when she came across a few sergeants that held onto the bitterness of distaste they'd had for her brother and tried to make an example of her. An effort that ended badly when she rose to the occasion instead of giving up. there's now a lot of people above her that... respect, but fucking detest her for proving them all wrong.

Before long, she graduated within the top percentage of her class and fell quickly into hostage rescue. Call sign, "Sub-Zero" due to her cold as fuck nature.

After twelve years, she stepped away from her career when her dad began suffering from dementia at an increasing rate - returning home to Nightrest

When it became clear that she wouldn't be able to go back until he agreed to an assisted living situation (over his dead body) or literally... died, she settled back into the town in the same way she'd been brought into it to begin with - attitude.

Within a year and a half, she was signed into the WBA and now sits third in the lightweight division with 12 KO's

Trains in all types of martial arts, but sticks with boxing professionally.

Also coaches self defense - boxing & MMA - you just have to make it through her grueling distaste for people first.

Owns two cane corso's - wonton and dumpling. We live for scary dog privileges.

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Jesse Marino: frenemies

Samantha Bishop: ex

Zekai Arslan: mentee (also bff but she'll never admit that)

CONNECTIONS WANTED

best friends

frenemies/enemies

childhood friends

angry neighbors

co-workers (disgruntled)

family friends

current lover (fwb)

ex-lovers

#* intro

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CRYSTAL REED as ABBY ARCANE in SWAMP THING (2019)

#* jack

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Emma Mackey

#* frankie

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Clearly, she hadn't stood far enough from the door - even with a cigarette, to not be mistaken for holding it open for the last six people that walked through. So much so, that when Dilara called out for her to hold it - once again, she grimaced with the working of a malicious smirk, the toe of her boot propping it open a little further for you, "Yeah sure, you know I was wondering if my outfit made me look like the help, but you just confirmed it for me," Frankie grinned, sardonically, "So thanks."

Location: Mama’s Reopening Opened Starter: Everyone @nightreststarters​

There was nothing better than being baby free on a good day. The sky was nice and sunny as well so Dilara figured she’s take the long walk to the diner. She didn’t often eat out, but there was no way she was going to refuse her parents when they offered to babysit so she could go. “Hold the door!” She yelled at the familiar face as she jogged up to them. “Thanks!” She smiled up, grabbing a hold of the door so that she may walk in after. 

#* dilara

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Frankie couldn't help the overly obnoxious laugh that fell from her lips. Disbelief painting itself in bright neon colour across her features as she lent in against the doorframe, watching Mariana try and find a way to seem far less uncomfortable than she looked. "Yeah, babe. And I'm the next Pope." Drink in hand, she swilled the liquid about, ice cubes still fresh; she was always given grief for drinking too much too quickly. "You look like you're having about as much fun as that I did at my nan's funeral. And it turned out, that she wasn't even really dead. Ran off with some horny sailor and never looked back." A huge falsity, but Frankie wasn't shy of embellishing many a story.

location: medusa open to: everyone ( @nightreststarters​ )

dressing up was something she did very rarely. christmas parties? sure. weddings? absolutely . but parties like this? she did her best to avoid.most of the time, she would stay home when parties like this were put on. that was just her choice.  yet there she was tonight, at medusa. the party for jieun.  drink in hand, she sat on one of the couches there. with her jacket draped over her lap due to the dress she had on.  "tonight has certainly been nice so far.“ she noted. not caring if anyone listened to her speak. she had only decided to come for an hour or two anyway.  

#* mariana

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Much like anywhere else, Frankie seemed to go, she did so wholly on her own. With very little interest in coddling up to people, she didn't want to know, for the sake of her social status. People that listened to her show could think she was nice and quirky as all hell for all she cared - but people in nightvale knew that wasn't necessarily the case. "And you look far too much like a chiseled Squidward to be telling me how I may or may not look." She quipped back almost too quickly as she pulled herself up to the bar beside him, elbows resting on the pre-sticky bar. "I'm buying, only because I don't need you cornering me later saying I owe you one."

open to everyone @nightreststarters

location: medusa

Leaning back at the bar at Medusa, Kyle didn't exactly have any expectations tonight. Part of him could only laugh inside because everytime some big party or event happened in this place, bad things tended to follow. The killers were gone though, so he was focusing less on the intrusive thoughts and more on having a good time, glancing over at the person next to him, noticing an empty cup in front of the other. "What? Don't tell me you're done," he spoke, eyebrow shooting up and finishing off his own drink. "Come on, let's have a round. You still look too sober," Kyle joked, gesturing to the bartender.

#* kyle

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[ emma mackey, cisfemale, she/her/they ] - was that francesca “frankie" wyatt i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the twenty-six year old who has been in nightrest for their whole life and works as a/an podcast host has a reputation of being honest, but also indifferent. they reside in fog gate & people in town usually associate them with stained ink splotches. half empty coffee cups gone cold. the fog of warm breath in the brisk morning cold

BIOGRAPHY

Born and raised in Nightrest, she knows only chaos. Literally.

Frankie is the kid that never slept, never did what she was told and honestly, nothing has changed in her whole life.

Somewhere along the way that literally just became her personality, and no matter what situation she was put in - it was fuck this, fuck that, and fuck you.

It did not do wonders for her in school, so she was a bit of an outsider almost by choice.

Picked up Tobias as her BFF in the most strange duo you'll likely ever see to this date

Didn't take too well to things with her parents ending in divorce, even if everyone else seems to be pretty A-ok with the outcome. She kind of thinks it's all a bit fucking weird.

Worked for the local radio station for the better part of her teen years. It went with her whole, isolation, and outsider thing she had to go on but in the end, she couldn't picture herself doing anything else

So when it came out that she was probably going to fail the senior year, Frankie dropped out with four months left to go and started working on her own podcast "The witching hour."

She hones in on the lore of the town and does a tonne of spooky shit. Think last house on the left, morbid, and that's why we drink, welcome to Nightvale & buzzfeed unsolved

Her podcast became a bit of a hit and she's been number one on a few platforms a couple of times

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Siblings - Ryan & Baily (2/3)

Ride or Die - Tobias

CONNECTIONS WANTED

best friends

frenemies/enemies

childhood friends

angry neighbors

co-workers (disgruntled)

family friends

current lover (fwb)

ex-lovers

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