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“Another late shift?” Kathy sighed as she looked at her schedule for The Red Snapper. She had been working such long shifts this week. While it made for a very nice paycheck, it certainly didn’t do well for her sleep schedule. She’d probably only been in her apartment for a few hours at a time these last few days. She’d only been showering and napping, even doing her eating at the restaurant while she worked doubles.
With her schedule in mind, Kathy headed down from the rooftop restaurant and went to the main street. Perhaps she’d buy some coffee to keep her awake, though she’ll have to make sure it’s not too bitter or too sweet. In her tired daze, she bumped shoulders with someone walking by. “Oh, pardon me! You alright?”
It was late, but only the start of Vaughn’s shift as building security. A cup of hot chocolate from the nearby cafe warmed his hand on the cold night, something he could sip while he walked.
Just as he lowered his head to take a sip, something bumped into him, jolting his shoulder and causing scalding hot liquid to leak out. If he wasn’t wearing gloves, he would’ve dropped it, but instead switched hands with a muttered curse and held both hands away from his body.
“Do I look alright?”
In a Daze | Open
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tomanncat
Trash bag in hand, Ann dragged her feet over to the communal dumpster, it weirded her out over there, local teens would toke up behind it. Why a dumpster was their ideal spot to do so was beyond her, but she did more than a few strange things in her younger years. but that wasn’t what weirded her out, it was the noises.
Moans, screeches and even once she heard a whispered. ‘help me’
Shit was haunted, that’s all she had to say about that.
Hence Ann wanted to spend the least amount of time she could by the Nimbin, the young woman glanced over at the figure rummaging on one side of the dumpster, he better be a real fucking human. Before she could tell 100%
A sound came from the dumpster sent a chill down her spine.
“NOPE!”
Ann threw her trash bag on the ground, turning to run only to trip on a radio that wasn’t by her feet a second ago.
She looked up at the dumpster as it seemed to loom over her.
“T-trust me, you don’t want m-my soul, it’s uh dirty… grease and oil and all that. H-Haven’t cleansed it in months.”
The sudden noise startled him, but he was quicker to recover than whoever had come upon him. He backed up a few steps, getting his bearings since there wasn’t all that much light out, and held the radio he had found close to his chest.
“What the hell?”
Vaughn peered down at the girl who seemed to think he was, what, a demon? His eyes narrowed as he studied her. “You on something?” He didn’t want any part of it if she was seeing things. Might be time to pack up and get out of here before she caused some kind of scene.
Questionable Hobbies || Vaughn & Ann
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petshopbeauty
“Are you kidding me? You dated before?!”
Julia was more out of the loop than she thought, not that he ever really had her in it. Not that she could necessarily blame him for. She kind of expected this when the time came that he would eventually fall for someone, but somewhere in her heart she had dreamed - wished - that it would have been different. That was simply who she was though, a dreamer, regardless of the other person. But as she often told herself, what was life without a dream, or a hundred?
She frowned and looked off to the side, but only for a second before turning back with her usual smile.
“So, what’s her name? I bet she’s a super pretty girl~♡”
“You know I had a whole life before you and Maribelle, right?” Vaughn asked dryly. He wouldn’t call all of it a great life but it was still a life with a wealth of experiences. Some bad, some horrible, some... amazing.
Julia had led a much more stable life than he had. Connections, sharing, talking, it was hard for him. Just this in itself was a big step. But the rule of growing up alone was that you looked out for yourself first.
“Cecilia,” he answered. If she asked more he might answer.
Home || Vaughn & Julia
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petshopbeauty
Julia walked beside him with a quiet hum after her last statement not expecting a quick answer, or an answer in general.
“That’s nice~”
One. Two. Three – the dots were connecting, the gears were turning, Vaughn was dating.
“WAIT! WHAT?”
She jumped back, now completely still. Yes, she knew that Vaughn was a person to keep his private business, well, private, but this! He was able to keep this to himself?! It made her wonder if he didn’t trust her with the information or if he didn’t want her to meet his girlfriend. Vaughn’s girlfriend. Ahh, it was a weird thing to think of. Not because it was him, but because… Actually, yes, because it was him.
“For how long?! V, what’re you thinking keeping this from me?!”
Vaughn groaned inwardly and looked to the side. This was what he feared. Why did she have to make a big deal out of it?
“Not long. We dated in the past and.. reconnected recently.” He would leave out the other details. How they stopped dating because he left, because she deserved better than a guy like him. He was an ass for doing it the way he did though he still felt the same. Cecilia deserved better. But she was here and still wanted him and she was one of the few people that made staying in one spot not seem so... scary.
Home || Vaughn & Julia
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petshopbeauty
That was one thing, among the many, that they didn’t have in common. Julia couldn’t imagine not being able to set roots in one place, she wanted a family after all, but that was largely from how she was raised. Another thing that was different between the two of them.
“Aww, maybe you’ll get used to it someday~ You’ll meet someone who’ll make you want to settle down. Maybe.”
Julia smiled, reassuringly. She had almost been there once, but thankfully was able to leave before it got too serious. In the nick of time she had found out the truth.
“You better tell me if you do, you got that?”
She laughed.
Vaughn glanced at her. Should he tell her? He supposed. Vaughn rarely opened up about anything. It wasn’t really that he wanted to keep it all a complete secret, but sharing was... hard.
Cecilia would want him to share, right?
“I’m actually... dating someone.”
He internally braced himself for whatever her reaction would be.
Home || Vaughn & Julia
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Julia was unfazed when Vaughn had ignored her excitement and continued passed her. It was who he was? There was nothing she could do about it and she loved him just as he was. He was the older brother she never had, but always wanted regardless of his personality. She liked to think that if she was ever in trouble or needed a shoulder to cry on, he’d be there. Whether that was was a role he would take, well, she could only hope and dream. Even she was unsure about that.
“I think that’s a good thing, don’t you, V?”
She began to walk again, adjusting her pace to catch up with him.
“I would hate to come home one day and see that nothing was like before. I don’t think I could handle it.”
V. What a nickname. But it was a lot better than what others called him in the past in an asinine attempt to shorten his name, like Vaughn was hard to say or something. At least hers was short, to the point, and not ridiculous.
Plus, well, it was Julia. She had a bit more leeway than most.
“Yeah. I don’t know, being in one place for too long... it makes me antsy.” Old habits from bouncing around foster homes. Like he would just be kicked out at any second. “But, yeah, it’s nice.” He started off toward Maribelle’s, not looking to see if Julia followed.
Home || Vaughn & Julia
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Questionable Hobbies || Vaughn & Ann
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People had a habit of throwing away perfectly good items. Sure, they might need a bit of repair, but that didn’t mean they were completely broken. And more than half the things in here could be recycled rather than thrown out, but if he aimed to do that he’d be here all day. No, Vaughn just wanted to see if there was anything good in here he could salvage, maybe pawn off for some extra cash. These electronic cords didn’t look damaged so he threw those in his bag before pulling out a busted radio next.
This could be fixed. Maybe. Vaughn turned it over in his hand and looked for the damaged bits. It didn’t look too bad, just a little worn, needed a new antennae... it was definitely old looking, too. Well, he’d see what he could do. He didn’t have a radio so it might be nice to have one around the apartment.
Footsteps sounded nearby but Vaughn ignored it. He wasn’t on private property so he wasn’t worried about being caught doing anything bad, though he had gotten stares more than once.
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Awkward Social Interactions || Angela & Vaughn
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Angela was quiet and that was something Vaughn appreciated about her. She worked with Julia and was often around Pounce and Play, so Vaughn ended up seeing her more than he expected, but it wasn’t bad.
Seeing her outside of there, however, was uncommon. Enough that he stopped when he realized she was in front of him at the cafe. He had come here for some hot chocolate and to take a breather, he didn’t really expect to find someone he knew.
Well, better say hi, or something, he supposed, before she noticed him and it was awkward. People expected those things.
He leaned over just enough that he would catch her eye and nodded when she turned.
“Hey.”
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Downpour
Rain wasn’t all that uncommon in this area, especially once the summer months passed. Vaughn was walking back from the convenience store, bag in hand, when the drizzle started. He didn’t think much of it at first. Rain was rain. His hat would protect him from the worst. But what started as a few drops here and there turned into a small shower and, if those darkening clouds were any indication, it was about to be a full on storm. He was glad he hadn’t taken his bike out.
A bus rode by, driving a little too close to the curb, and Vaughn suddenly found himself soaked head to toe in water. So shocked, he came to a dead stop, and looked down at the damage. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
Eventually, he made it back to the apartment, still soaking as he walked down the hallways. Just his luck. And someone else’s luck when he accidentally collided with their shoulder, soaking it with his touch.
“Sorry,” he muttered, stepping back and not catching their eyes.
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It wasn’t often that Julia was able to find the time to take a few consecutive days off of work, but when the opportunity arose, she grabbed it by the reins. It was important to her that she had time to visit the islands and spend time with her mother - enough time. One to two days wasn’t nearly enough for the blonde. She needed at least two to three days with her mother, then another two for her animals, then a minimum of one day to talk with the others that lived it. It was all calculated down to the second.
This trip was just a tiny bit different, however. Not by much, but this time she was able to get Vaughn to agree to take the trip with her. A rare occasion! Although, when it came to Mirabelle asking personally, everyone had a hard time saying no. She was not only a mom to Julia, but Julia felt that she was like one to Vaughn as well. Maybe a few others on the islands, too.
The trip back felt longer than usual, but that easily could have been due to her excitement about finally being able to go home. She made small talk with Vaughn on the way, knowing his limits very well and knowing that she’d be doing most of the talking.
“We’re home~!”
Stepping off the boat, Julia spun in a circle with her arms in the air. There was no better feeling than this crisp, clean air of their hometown.
Vaughn’s free time was typically spent with Cecilia or doing something productive, but when Maribelle asked him anything it was hard for him to say no. Hence why he was taking a trip with Julia back to see her family, to the only woman he considered a mother figure in his life.
He didn’t respond as Julia hopped off the boat and twirled on the spot. Instead, he walked past her with a solemn gaze and adjusted his hat.
“It hasn’t changed a bit,” he remarked, tone flat. He was happy to see that it hadn’t, but it was hard to tell Vaughn’s moods more often than not. Seeing it was the same was comforting in its own way.
Home || Vaughn & Julia
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She looked up for a moment as Vaughn approached and smiled to herself. He was close enough that she could shift in her chair an inch and lean against him. So she did. Head resting against his side, she closed her eyes for a moment and let herself pretend her lab was over and done with.
What did she have to do tomorrow night? She worked the afternoon shift tomorrow thankfully, she’d be done just around dinner time, which meant they’d still have plenty of time to go. All she really had was homework, but if she worked hard the rest of the night she could finish it all, or at least finish most of it.
Cecilia opened her eyes and tilted her head back so she could look up at him.”I work until five-thirty, but if you want to meet at Baycourt afterwards we can head over from there.”
It was small, but Vaughn smiled as she leaned against him. His arm automatically wrapped around her shoulder. Such a simple gesture that made him feel more complete than anything else in his life. His hand raised to thread through her hair, pushing the strands back behind her ear.
“That sounds good to me.” Vaughn nodded in agreement. “How’s your homework?” He titled his head in the direction of her papers, but kept his eyes on hers.
Spooks & Hot Chocolate | Ceci & Vaughn
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Halloween Party
Halloween Party: [xx].
Pool Table [xx].
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Halloween had always been Abigail’s favorite holiday, fall her favorite time of year, and pumpkins one of her favorite things. She knew Sebastian would still make fun of her love for all things pumpkin and pumpkin spice, but she hardly cared about that anymore. It just meant more for her.
As she started going through the rather nice crop of pumpkins for sale, she was practically beaming with excitement. There were so many great choices! She wished she could take a whole bundle of them home - not only could she carve them all, she could make the innards into pumpkin goodies, too!
Hearing the unfamiliar voice asking her a question, she blinked in surprise, a pumpkin nestled in her arms as she turned around to fully face the silver haired man. “First time picking pumpkins?” she normally ignored random dudes who tried talking to her, but this was a question she was happy to lend her expertise to. “I don’t know about a trick, but it depends on what you’re wanting to do with them. If you just want to cook them, the look of them doesn’t matter so much, but if you want them for carving, the shape is definitely important, too. That and you definitely need to make sure you pick the pumpkins up and feel them - if they’re getting squishy, they aren’t going to be very good for carving up.”
She was rambling, but when you got her started on a topic she actually cared about, she could go on for days.
Vaughn normally hated talking with strangers, but right now he soaked up every word the woman said. Like most vegetables, pumpkins were on Vaughn’s hated list, but they were ones he would at least eat. Even if he hated them, vegetable were part of a balanced diet.
It was carrots he would never, ever eat.
However, he had no plans to eat these pumpkins anyway. “Yeah, we’re going to carve them.” What sort of shape would Cecilia like? He rolled a squat fat one on its side. There was a lot of room for designs so maybe this one? He squeezed the rind.
“Would even a little bit of softness rule it out?” Vaughn’s gaze remained intently focused on the pumpkin even as he spoke to her. He was not going to mess this up.
Pumpkin Picking
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If it wasn’t for Cecilia, Vaughn wouldn’t even be going to this party. And in a similar vein, he would never be dressed up as the Beast without her. It wasn’t that he was irritated though, as much as his demeanor might suggest that to some. Vaughn was happy to go out with her if that was what she wanted. And if she was the Beauty to his Beast? All the better. He adjusted his mask once more, finding it a little itchy, and touched the horns. It was weird not wearing his hat. Beneath the mask, violet eyes stared critically at his appearance, and he knew he’d have to leave well enough alone. It was time to go.
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