STALKER, 1x15: LOST AND FOUND.
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this house they share with alex, it always feels bigger than it actually is every time degas disappears and she has to find him. eyes touching every nook and cranny in hopes of finding him in this room, her cat doesn’t seem to be around. " degas ! " the feline's name is called in despair. " please come out, this is taking forever. " hands on her hips as she droops her head. " i told you to hold him tight milo, how are we going to handle this ? " this being clipping the nails of the wild tabby. the task was supposed to be simple with the duo in action. milo would hold him as he is one of the very few people the cat seems to like, and celia would do the clipping. but as soon as celia appeared with the clipper in her grasp, degas left the scene. leaving a cloud of his shed fur afloat. " where should we look for next ? "
WITH : @hcppier ( milo )
WHERE ? celia & alexdander’s house.
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he is going to think you are ditching him ! reasonable side of her brain reminding her once more as she is trying on the sixth dress out of her wardrobe. she is not the type to get excited for a date easily, but when she does, oh how excited she gets ! the slightly tilted cheval glass is now reflecting the model in a white mini-dress with a scoop neck and thin straps, a perfect fit hugging her petite frame. earrings with a vintage look to them, gifted by no one other than her mother, beige as the chosen color for her bag and shoes ; the brunette makes sure her shiny hair is parted just right.
she is ready.
when she enters the nightclub, people are already dancing to a song that belongs to an era that is long gone. alluring eyes scan the crowd to find his face. fearing he had left, when their eyes meet, a smile so big blesses her gloss coated lips. she walks fast to the corner he is standing despite the high heels. no high heel shall stop her from walking graciously. " goodness gracious, i was afraid you left because i took so long. " her smile not fading a bit, she goes on. " happy to see you here, nico. "
WITH : @mayshyne ( nico )
WHERE ? deja vu nightclub
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" we could've won ! " the artist insists. she is a fanatic at heart, does not matter how she has no idea about the rules of this game. while the discussion on why westview lost and islesbury won continues , her eyes start to dance around after she puts forth an argument that can't be backed up. that's when they realize the other is looking at their way. meredith waves at him, to let him know she has realized their gaze on her. skipping jovial steps take her to gabe, hands inside her denim dungarees' pockets now. she knows the other only from the previous joint events the universities had, and in her book, there is no such thing as too many friends. that's why meredith lets her smile shine as she talks to the other. her already energetic mannerism is a tad bit more there and present because of the alcohol intake. one finger is pointing at him. " hey there, i remember you ! gabe, right ? " after greeting him, she proceeds. " i saw you looking, were you trying to recognize me ? i know we see each other only at these kinds of events, but don't tell me you have forgotten about me ! that would mean i’m easy to forget. "
WITH : @hcppier ( gabe )
WHERE ? after party of the annual football match.
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* ignisintras:
watchful eyes take note of her actions, like it would somehow change his sour attitude; though his usual countenance never wavered. ❝didn’t say i cared. ❞ pause. ( clearly not anticipating such an honest answer, mostly looking for a quick jab. )❝ what’s so shitty in your life? kinda ruining the vibe. ❞ but he doesn’t care, though !
“ i know, that’s why i said ‘ you seem to care ‘ . “ as the movie student cranes her head a bit, her long, lush locks are allowed to fall to one side. “ tell me what vibe you imagine right now , i’ll at least try to not ruin them, hm ? ”
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* mischicvous:
Seeing Lal in such a state felt unnatural. He didn’t like it, and he wanted to find a way to cheer her up! However, when she spoke he could recognise the struggle of fitting in. He had been so worked up about finding his own place, he hadn’t really thought about if she had managed to find hers. Or if Gabe had managed, for that matter. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He said honestly, turning his head to look at her. “No, I don’t miss home. Kinda miss London, but…” he shrugged his shoulders. “I get you, though, it’s been hard finding a place here.” He thought for a moment. “Have you had a chance to explore the city yet? Or make friends outside of the course?”
“ i wasn’t expecting to find someone to be worried about me. “ she says, she doesn’t mind how it sounds this time. weird or not. it is the truth. if she was brave enough, she'd admit that it was a nice feeling. somebody caring about her. “ i am trying to explore the city. as much as i can. “ actually her city strolls were frequently done. she loved the feeling of going anywhere and everywhere her feet can take her. taking pictures, adding them to her album. “ and when it comes to friends... “ there is a pause between her words. " my socializing skills aren't the best. “ shyly, she lets a smile adorn her lips. “ what about you ? “
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Shrugging his shoulders, Freddie only got himself more comfortable on the sofa. Sure, he could get up and leave her there with whatever it was that was keeping her up. “I’m alright.” He said, waving off the comment that he should be going to bed. “It’s too late, though, I already do worry about you. What’s going on?”
" you worry about me ? " the sentence is said out loud with a tone to indicate that it's a question. " sorry . that was probably a weird question. i didn't mean to be rude. " the people she had trusted the most with her love, their love to her turned out to be bought. since then, being suspicious of anybody who shows her caring or appreciation became a habit. " i guess i'm having trouble in adjusting. " the redhead explains. " it is not that i miss home. it is that i do not feel at home. neither here nor in the place that should be my home. " her eyes find him, looking at him with an unusual tenderness. " do you miss home ? "
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" i'm supposed to pretend that i'm supporting my university's team but in fact, " she says while both hands are full with hot dogs, one hand is extended to the other to let him take the hot dog. " i'm here primarily for the cheap hot dogs. " she takes one of the stadium's seats right next to him. of course, they are both on the side of the stadium cheering for islesbury university.
WITH : @gatheringswans
WHERE ? stadium of islesbury university.
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* mischicvous:
Shrugging, Freddie turned to face her properly. “I was asleep. But I woke up and I don’t know why, and I noticed the lights were on and now we’re here.” He said and smiled some at her. “Are you alright?” He glanced over her, trying to read her body language. “You seem tense.”
when their gazes are aligned, she can't help but feel a tension building in her muscles. she can't quite name the feeling that is causing it, but it is there. " i recommend you get back to sleep as soon as possible before you lose it. " the turkish girl remarks, copying the smile on his face without realizing. " i am tense. i have more than a few reasons to be. but you shouldn’t worry about me. "
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* luegner:
he would never let anyone notice. and he would never let anybody know. but of course billie dunne had a heart. and it wasn’t all bad, not full of spite and rage. at least not most of the time. he’d wake up every now and then on a sunday, head feeling heavy from the smoke and drinks he’d nursed at the bar all night. the house would be silent. too silent. lonely even. was this really all he wanted for life? he knew the answer well enough. knew that there was only one right reply to all of this. every now and then william would wake up on a sunday and miss the way her strawberry blond locks were sprawled across the pillow, the way she’d breath so quietly right next to him, the backs of their hands touching because it was too hot under the blanket to actually press against each other. and now, when she finally met his gaze, the feeling was there. it was loud in his chest, consumed his thoughts totally and for a second he just stood there and mustered her. the jealousy was quiet now. all the irishman saw was she. raw and pure and with all that she actually felt for him: nothing but hate. which, to be fair, he deserved. and yet it would be the reason he’d sleep uneasy.
“you know i always do.” he wanted to snap back but his voice was a lot softer, not as playful, not as provocative now. he was getting caught up in that feeling which he wasn’t supposed to feel until the next morning. but that’s what happened when you play too close to the flames. you get burned.
just for a second he allowed himself the thought of holding her again. just a moment. briefly. a quick hug. shaking hands? maybe just their hands brushing against each other when they walked past. just a little touch. and he was sure he’d feel better. but it was that relief which he knew he couldn’t get. “are you sure nothing i could say would make you stick to the conversation? i could make a tasteless joke if that helps.” and he knew he sounded desperate. but lal had seen him when he’d felt lower. so there was nothing really that he had to lose. not when she already saw all of him.
perhaps all the myths about the fine line between friendship and lovers were true. the myths about how once you cross it, it's never easy to go back to the start. lal and billie could be the paragons of this case. had they not crossed that line, would they have been able to maintain their friendship ? every time she was caught by the sight of the man with skies in his eyes, she would contemplate that question. logic would stop her there : too late. it was too late. what's done has been done. love had once reigned until it lost, but the line had been crossed.
she is ready to walk away, mindlessly until she is not within his reach anymore. one more frivolous remark, and she is gone. but his change in tone, she takes that as an effort. not just an effort. a major effort even. considering it's william dunne standing before her. " one thing would help, billie. not just to me, but to you as well. "
an ache begins to form in her chest, slowly spreading to every inch of hers. " why are you insisting on putting me in this position ? the position that i need you to tell you to go have fun somewhere else, with someone else. because billie, that's what you want, isn't it ? you just want your fun. " the redhead is not exactly aware how her head is bobbing in an angry fashion. " you know it. i know it. it's what you want. won't you give up on it ? "
an uneasy breath is let out of her lungs. moments like this make her feel as if her ribs cage her lungs a little bit too tightly. " if i were you, i'd choose my words carefully. " that's her first and last warning. that clarity in her voice and such a fire in her eyes, she is to be taken seriously. " the moment you give me one of your light-minded remarks, i will be walking away, billie. and no second thought will occur to me as i do that. "
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* ofrovers:
where: amidst some greenery, near the donut hole !
who: lal isik , @brighternite !
since being home, daewon is struggling. he found no familiar place amongst his relatives ; even with the little one, yoseob, he feels like a stranger. he yearns for a place that feels like home, he is desperate for it. even when back in the barracks, he does not involve himself in their frivolities - he has tried, but he always falls short. he just can’t relate to the other men, and he wishes that he could be different. normal.
but he likes it here. he can watch the world go by, and for a few moments, the wretchedness of his situation is a memory.
never thought she could spend too much of her time in the doughnut queue. yet, it happened. at least, she snapped a couple of nice photographs to add to her album. finding where ‘ the donut hole ’ is was another long story. thankfully, she had someone helping her with that. with a box of doughnuts in her hands, one of each different flavor contained inside, she feels ready to hit the streets again. but then, she notices something. someone. daniel eun seated alone. for a moment, she is gazing at him for too long, before she realizes how odd she must look. she has more than one reason to find herself gravitating towards where the other is sitting. reason one being her very turkish genes urging her to thank him. there is no such thing as taking and not giving back in her culture. reason two being the fact that she is curious of him.
as soon as she approaches, she takes the empty part of the bench, making sure to leave a fair amount of space between the two of them. “ a thank you gift. “ now between them placed is a box of freshly made free doughnuts. her loot from the famous free doughnut week. she brushes her hair with both hands, a tiny smile to curl the corners of her lips upwards is there. “ i, uh, have never eaten one of these before. it’s not really popular in where i come from. “ she is not looking at him while speaking, her gaze is focused on the doughnut box still.
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where: running water !
who: lal isik, ! @brighternite
“i’m telling you, and i don’t tell lies,” birdie pauses, grimaces. “well, i’ve bent the truth once or twice, but just little white lies…” she shakes her head. “ah! listen to me babbling away! what i’m trying to say is, doll, you have the face of a dream! have you ever modelled?”
“ when you refer to white lies, i'd like you to give me more specific meanings. examples, preferably. ” eyes grow a fraction bigger when the woman mentions modelling. the thought of herself as a model is a bit too funny to the director, a pretty much invisible smile crosses her lips. " my face... ” the director goes on with a face that proves her next words. “ it lacks the expressions needed for such a path of career. most of the time. -- for instance, i can be considered fond of this conversation but my face is probably not expressing the same thing. “ no, it wasn’t.
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* @luegner / FROM HERE.
for someone who survives by her poker face, it's almost amazing how anger can suddenly overflow out of her. not like it's any common occurrence. intense stares, words sharp like honed knives, and firm body language are her preferred methods to exude anger. with billie though, those methods alone can't quite do the trick.
the man she was talking to before billie, an important guest lal herself invited to this gala. one that donated a remarkable amount of money to show his respect to her. after this ? the director hopes she will never cross paths with him again. eyes averted from the irish man, his presence is still felt around her, which is enough to boil her blood. " was that necessary ? " lal asks, even though the answer is clear as day to her. " you know what, billie ? i don't want to hear anything you have to say right now. anything. " finally, the eyes of hazel turn to his direction. teeth gritted, she straightens her spine, in need of putting the flux of energy caused by temper into any sort of uneasy gesture. " all these people around, and you are still here ? go find yourself someone to take home tonight, billie. " maybe it was a mistake running from him until now. maybe what he needs is this backlash. maybe he will have a fascinating lady in his line of sight mid-conversation, a reason to leave her alone. lal could be hopeful. if only she didn't know him too well.
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he decided to forgo pretenses. the impending longevity of the evening, coupled with the relentless stress, gave way for honesty. daniel would not lie with intention to lal. “… when employees disagreed with management,” daniel answers. he liked to think that is his a fair boss - but truthfully, he is impatient, and has little room for mistakes. this is a fault that daniel has no plans to rectify. he is weeding out the incapable, and the lazy, with his expectations.
“but no,” he shakes his head. “i don’t regret it either.” he gestures with his head, toward a door that reads staff only. “am i not the one stealing you? as trust me, i have made the rounds. conversation is becoming illegible as the night goes on. allow me to give you a tour.”
she gives him an understanding look, eyes looking down, words leaving her lips like a sigh. " i see. " for sure, she knows how challenging it can get to manage a business. she doesn't even dare and compare his business to hers as his is in a more raucous part of the entertainment industry. that's why she takes his answer as it is.
standing on her high heels right now, the director has her gaze fixed on the door. she speaks to him while her eyes are still there. " in that case, i'm prepared to be stolen. " hopelessness dripping from her words, she looks at dan and the exasperation can be read behind her eyes. " as much as i dread it, i'll leave you for a while to greet the people i invited here. business relations. the donors that are here because of me. but the night is still young and i'd rather save all the other encounters for later. " with a huff, she adds. " the later the better. " she brushes the strands that frame her face with her free hand. " i will be following your lead. " her sign that she is ready for the tour.
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she asks for directions from a passer by, and the said passer by turns out to be a passenger who is only around for a while. what does that tell about lal's luck ? maybe a little bit too much. " i'm sorry, you just wanted to help me but i think we are both lost now. " the redhead clears her throat. " i want you to go back before we get any further lost, so now is your cue. " all she wanted was visiting one of those niche stores, and now here she is : lost with a stranger.
WITH : @lizziedevereaux .
WHERE ? somewhere in islesbury .
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suna → nico
nico: well, i guess i can tell you about her
nico: it's this girl i met at a bookstore, she was very pretty and nice ☺️
nico: and i really want to get to know her know. maybe you know her? her name is suna
nico: what do you think she'd like to do for a first date?
suna: oh, i know the answer to that specific question 😏
suna: there was mention of a dance party at deja vu night club on the radio.
suna: i'm sure she'd love to go there with you...
suna: with you as her dancing partner 🥰
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