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LUNA BOWING

Luna wasn't sure why she signed up for this thing. Dating really wasn't her scene, and usually her interactions with men only came from a one night stand on Tinder when she was bored. But yet, here she was. The crowd was already gathering for the "secret" speed dating and she was so bored already. The plus side to all this though, was that there were free appetizers. And she could buy however much wine she wanted to get through this.

The music was loud as she wandered up to the bar and ordered herself a glass of rose. It was already so busy, with dates already going on and people switching from table to table in hopes that they would meet their true love. That wouldn't be for Luna though, no. She was here simply to just find an easy lay. Someone who would probably expect to text him the next morning but she never would. Luna lost hope for love, for finding herself a family, after what her parents had put her through. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself at least a little bit.

With the wine glass now obtained, Luna made her way over to Ashley and Jina who had organized this whole thing and didn't say anything as she waited for them to point her in the direction of where to go. Jina greeted her in a bubbly manner, though Luna barely acknowledged her. When she was given her slip of which table to go to, and the little hour glass that would indicate the time she spent with the person, Luna took a look at the list and frowned. A guy named Claudio was her first pick. "Okay..." She muttered and made her way over, taking a seat. He wasn't here yet, which she didn't mind waiting because that just meant she had time to drink the rest of this glass and maybe one more.

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LAYLA WHITTLE

Layla was a flirt. It was just who she was born as and who she always will be. With Zach messaging her, Wiley begging to give her a tattoo, and Seb agreeing to hang out with her, Layla had a lot on her plate. It was hard to choose who she wanted to spend her Valentines Day with - not that she was spending it with a date in mind. She simply just didn't want to be alone while everyone in town was shacking up. So she messaged Zach first, he was the easiest but with his "play hard to get" act she quickly became annoyed. She wanted this hangout to be fun and easy.

So, she messaged Seb next, though she had no hope he would even answer her. He seemed a little dodgy, every time she hung out with him he seemed to not want to continue. But of course that wouldn't stop her. She was persistent afterall. So, with a quick video posted and a selfie on Instagram, she messaged Seb yet again and finally got her answer. Looks like she would be hanging out with him then.

After her video and little photoshoot, Layla changed out of her lingerie into something more public appropriate. As confident as she was and how happy she was to show off her body, the thong and bralette were a little too much. Settling for an oversized t shirt that she could belt, Layla fixed up her hair, spritzed some perfume, and left the house. They had agreed for her to pick him up and they go for a walk on one of the hiking trails (an easy one though because fuck cardio).

When she pulled up outside of his house she leaned back in the seat and grabbed her phone to shoot him a quick text that she was there. Thankfully she didn't have to wait too long before he joined her in the car and they were off. "I'm refusing the harder trails, but one of the easy ones leads to a cool water hole." She told him with a smile and drove. The trails weren't too far out of town, just a short drive then a short walk so when she pulled up to the dirt parking lot, Layla hopped out and turned to Seb, "figured something non-date-like would be more appropriate for this since it's our first time hanging out." She said with a cheeky shrug and grabbed her backpack from the back seat. Inside was a bottle of wine and a few towels (for sitting on or if they took a swim). "Come on." She said in a sing song tone and began to walk toward the watering hole.

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WYNN JONES

Wynn had no idea of when or how he got himself in this position. First it had been that New Years Eve cheek kiss with Jenny, to him boldly asking her out for Valentines day. Seriously, what was wrong with him? He never stepped out of the box this much, and usually when he did it was only because of his friends who got him out like this. Wyn wasn't the "go getter" type of guy. He was the "hide away in the library basement during the day and clean the library during the night" type of guy.

But, he asked her out and she said yes and now he was awkwardly getting ready for a date. A date he had no clue what they were going to do on. What did she like to do? Did he take her to dinner? Go for a walk on the beach? What things did couples do? Wynn had never dated before, let alone even spoken to a woman who wasn't his mother for more than ten seconds. It was all very complicated in his mind but he just wanted the date to go well. He liked her a lot and didn't want to fuck it up.

Adjusting his shirt, he smoothed out all the wrinkles as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was just so average looking, he had no clue why she even agreed to go on a date with someone like him. It was odd and the thought of her maybe possibly only agreeing to get fuel for the mean guys he went to school with kind of scared him. Checking his phone he saw there was only 5 minutes until he had to pick her up. His old beater of a car would take forever to get there. Quickly, he jogged out to his car and took off. She had sent her address to him earlier, so while driving, he quickly scrolled through his phone to find it. God he hated being late.

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[Lizy]

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flirty

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russki's pub

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;; Landon

Landon was bored. A pretty bad thing to be, especially on Valentine's Day in his opinion. He hadn't been single on Valentine's Day in years, and so far he wasn't loving the experience. Usually he'd plan something exciting for himself and whatever woman he was with. He loved getting into grand romantic gestures, even if they were typically done due to him wanting to show off how well he could woo women as opposed to being born out of genuine love.

Now he had to deal with the fact that he was single, without even the prospect of a relationship on the horizon. Landon wasn't necessarily upset about this, just wishing that he had something to do on this particular holiday. Something about the romantic social media posts, seeing couples out in public being extra lovey dovey made him feel lonely and pathetic. He thought about going to some random bar or club and trying to find other single people, the ones who would be drinking away their problems on Valentine's Day. It would probably be pretty easy to find someone to flirt with and impress them enough to go home with them.

Though his plans for just randomly finding a drunken hookup were put on pause when he heard something about a secret speed dating event at Russki's Pub. The concept of that sounded much more interesting than just chatting up a random girl at a club. So, Landon went to the event, heading straight to the bar to grab a drink. Waiting for his whisky he shot a flirtatious smile at whatever woman was nearby. He was excited to get into the speed dating bit, ready to flirt his ass off. Once he had his whisky in hand, he went to grab the slip of paper that indicated where he was supposed to sit. Taking a seat, he found that the first girl he was supposed to talk to wasn't there yet, but soon she'd arrive and Landon would get a chance to try and charm his way into her bed.

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cami harper

"la la land has my entire heart."

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"sure, it could be fun. there's these sneakers I've been wanting to buy..."

Cami found herself smiling at her phone. She was alone for Valentine's... no one to shop with, no one to shop for. But she somehow managed to change that with one short DM.

She knew a trip to Los Angeles would be intriguing, but she didn't entirely expect Luxe to agree to it. The poor girl worked a lot. She needed to rest. And on top of that, Cami was well aware that going out in public to one of the most populous cities in the US, surrounded by an overwhelming amount of stimuli, wasn't exactly Luxe's cup of tea. Cami wasn't expecting her to actually be up for it. It was just some wild suggestion she threw out there for fun, knowing damn well the answer would likely be "no". But she was overjoyed when the unexpected happened, and she let it sink in that the girl from high school who she never thought she'd see again was going to LA with her.

It was weird. Luxe had spent her entire high school career hating Cami. Granted, she probably deserved it; Cami tended to associate herself with the worst kinds of people known to man, and Luxe was unfortunately one of their many victims. Cami's friends were obviously making Luxe's life a living hell, and by not doing anything to stop it, Cami was indirectly contributing to that. She felt terrible, but she let it happen anyway because of her love for cheerleading and her desire to be well-liked by people with similar interests. Following graduation, she realized that she made awful choices, that what she was doing to this girl was simply horrible. But, for whatever reason, Cami was granted a second chance. Luxe was back in her life, and it was like a gift from the Lord Himself. The two girls gradually becoming close wasn't something she would ever expect, but she was so glad it happened.

Getting herself ready was an entire process. Cami was naturally beautiful, sure, but, much like everyone else, she definitely had her insecurities. The extensive skincare routine and the amount of makeup she wore was entirely unnecessary, but she had this irrational need to enhance her features, cover up any microscopic flaw she had on her face, and make herself glow. Nobody ever saw her without a full face of glam. It was just never going to happen. In total, the process took around 2 hours, even longer if she could find the time. This seemed like a long time to the majority of people she's interacted with, but Cami never understood why. Looking and feeling beautiful was one of Cami's core values, as conceited as that sounded. Luxe, on the other hand, was a natural beauty. She didn't need any makeup. Cami always had to physically resist constantly showering her with compliments.

After miraculously cutting her beauty routine down a few minutes, Cami got dressed, grabbed her keys, her wallet, her phone, and a pack of bubblegum, leaving the house. She climbed into her car, started the engine, and made her way to her friend's house.

Paradise wasn't a very large town, especially in comparison to massive mainstream cities like Los Angeles. It didn't take very long for Cami to arrive at Luxe's house, but she knew the drive ahead of them wouldn't be as simple. She used to drive all the time to Los Angeles for little weekend trips, and looking back, she remembered how much she hated every minute of it. The heavy traffic and the amount of stupid, reckless driving in that godforsaken city was enough to put her on edge, and parking would either be extremely expensive or completely nonexistent. Though she loved Luxe and she was excited for this outing, she couldn't help but feel the slightest sense of dread over having to drive through hell. Nonetheless, Cami kept a grin on her face. This would be fun. It would all be worth it. And if (for whatever reason) one of them wasn't having fun, the two girls would just turn back and find something else to do.

Cami took a deep breath before giving her horn a quick honk and flashing her high beams, signaling to Luxe that she was here and ready to go.

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The gym

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Weston

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What a stupid holiday.

Hadley had always hated the whole idea of Valentines Day. A day to spend with a significant other and boast about how mushy and cute the relationship is? Disgusting. Who needed that shit? Hadley surely didn't. Everything about the day made her want to vomit. Too cute. Too romancy. Nobody actually loved their partner that much.

Maybe that was why she was sitting on her kitchen counter cross legged and eating chocolate covered strawberries alone. A half eaten strawberry impaled on her nail in one hand and her phone in the other as she scrolled through Twitter, eyes rolling at the typical nonsense that came with the other people in Paradise. It was rare that she threw her own two cents into the conversations, wanting nothing more than to just observe the chaos that was her twitter feed.

The notification from Weston gave her pause. She stuffed the rest of her strawberry into her mouth and chewed as she replied to him, snickering at his response. Long nails clicked against the screen of her phone as she messaged him, a cruel grin spreading on her lips as he told her what he was doing and told her what she wanted to know. Weston was boring in all the best ways and for reasons unknown to Hadley she had made it her personal mission to bring a little spice to his life whether he wanted it or not.

At times it was cruel, teasing him, exposing him on twitter, but at others it was wild. She would switch between being nice and being mean just to fuck with him and keep him on his toes. It came as a surprise when he admitted to enjoying their conversations, thinking he had had enough of her antics. She could do better. She would do better.

It was that comment that spurred on her desire to crash his plans, pulling on a sweater and grabbing her keys she headed straight for the gym that she knew he went to. She definitely wasn't in a work out mood. There was other things on her mind and since her previous plans for the day had fallen through she figured this would be a fun way to spend her day.

Make Westons life a living hell. That was her new plan.

It didn't take her long to find him, her gaze falling onto him as she made her way over to where he was working out. She couldn't help her eyes from wandering up and down him, a wicked smile on her lips. She leaned up against the piece of workout equipment next to her and crossed her arms, gaze fixed on him the whole time.

"Wassup wussy Weston." She teased, "Thought maybe you could use some company since your DM's are drier than the Sahara." Hadley crossed one leg over the other, leaning her body weight against the machine. "Do you ever do anything exciting or are you always this fucking lame?"

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Al Brinson

Things hadn't been perfect in the last month and a half since their argument on NYE, but they hadn't gotten worse. For them stalemates were probably the best option at least until they were able to figure out a compromise to dissuade the arguing. He had tried to give a little more in the time since - making sure to be more attentive when she spoke, not giving her a hard time then pushing it back. He didn't take on extra cases that just sounded cool either. No. He didn't do everything she wanted him to do, but he was trying little by little to give them more time in an already hectic schedule.

So it was a no brainer that today he would need to be at the top of his game. It was ironic really, him being the Chief of Cardiothoracic surgery and the mascot for this commercial holiday of love was the heart. A heart that was in no way at all similar to the shape of the actual heart. He was the best surgeon in the state, perhaps the entire west coast when it came to hearts. Yet, here he was with his relationship's life on a line because of that abnormally, cartoon shaped heart. He was going to do his best to prove to his fiancee on this day that their relationship was important.

He had it all planned out. He made reservartions at a really nice restaurant in LA. He had someone at their house decorating everywhere with candles, rose petals, and their bed was covered in gifts for her. Designer handbags, watches, and other jewelry. Everything was going to be perfect. He still had to work, but he had made sure he cleared his schedules of all surgeries so that none could possibly go long. He also had made sure that the best residents and interns they had in their surgery residency program, was on his service. There was absolutely no way he would miss out on tonight. He would not let his relationship fall through his hands as long as he could control it.

He was cruising through his day before he got a little text from Anastasia Perova. She never texted him - which meant that either he was in trouble or it was some important favor. His heart sank as he looked at the notification - afraid to unlock his phone because either way, it could possibly derail his whole day.

After taking a long pause, he read the text. There was someone she promised that could help someone off books. Making promises on his behalf wasn't anything new for the young heiress, but she was on his foundation's board and her pharmaceutical companies provided medicine either for free or at cost, allowing Brinson Foundation hospitals all across the country give out free medicine to patients in need. So if this was almost anyone else in the world - he would have said no, but it was Anastasia Perova.

He needed to tell Clem in person that he was going to step out of the hospital to go help someone. Not because he was worried he was going to miss out on their reservations, there was plenty of time between then and now though the end of his shift was winding down, just it was proper to tell your partner where you were going to be if you were going to be somewhere different than what you told them before. He made sure to tell one of his fellow chiefs and attendings where he'd be, before moving on to walk towards Clem.

After their conversation, he grabbed a few things like a C-collar and other things an EMT might have on hand, because he wasn't exactly sure what to prepare for. Once he felt like he had enough, he moved into his car and pulled up the location Stassi had sent. He put the directions in and pulled of in the Dodge Durango Hellcat, with the engine roaring loudly. When he got to the location he parked the car and started to look around for Oli not seeing him at first, but after a couple minutes of wandering if he found someone laid out on the street and decided that it was probably him.

He slowly approached and looked him over sliding on a pair of blue gloves as he crouched near him, "Hey man, Anastasia Perova sent me to check on you, I'm going to touch you to see if you have any internal injuries, can you tell me your namd and what happened?"

When he felt like it was safe to attempt to touch him he started pressing on his stomach,"Let me know if you feel any pain when I touch. Also try not to move, you might have a head injury or a spinal injury."

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Another one bites the dust

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Oliver Chimney Swift Clem Not Meat

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

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Royalty

tia.

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excited

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hawaii

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Gael Wren

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Her relationship with her ex-husband had gotten to a weird point after their divorce. In front of cameras they were all smiles and very friendly, but away from the public she got nothing but cold stares and dismissive grunts from the man she had loved so much - and still did. The only time she genuinely got happy responses from him was in conversations about their son, Alex, especially when it came to basketball. She wished he would tell him that though. He didn't ever seem to tell Alex how proud he was, just critiqued him at every step. He was doing everything to try and be like his father and she could tell how disappointed he would be at times that he wasn't, by the way he hung his head when he messed up.

It was an ongoing issue between her and her ex, but today she wouldn't think about that. Jae told Kortia he'd be out of the country for Valentine's, a thought that initially stung because despite her secrecy, he was out in the open more or less with his situation. He may have not ever confirmed anything, but he knew he was going out of the country with that girl...Zuri. It was hard, because on the one hand she knew she was the reason that they split. Well, not really the reason, but she had suggested the divorce. The other part was she was sleeping with his best friend, or former, she wasn't sure where they stood just that Jae and Gael had grown distant. So she was also envious he got to strut his situation for the world to see without judgment.

Still, she had also decided to go out of town, but fortunately Alex was 18 and could take care of himself. He was probably doing something with that girl he had been seeing. So he had just hoped in that big empty house, if they decided to do anything, that they were safe. Those thoughts were broken when Gael ushered her on to the plane. A private jet was niceties she had grown accustom to in her marriage and even on her own accord since she had been divorced, so it was nice that Gael could maintain that lifestyle even if she didn't necessarily need him for that.

It wasn't a long flight - just long enough for her to take a good nap in after having a couple of drinks. She would then find herself in an uber and finally at the villa. He had taken care of everything so she smiled when she felt his arms around her,

"I just want to drink right now and love on you."

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[Lizy]

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happy, but a little restless

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home

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;; Amelia

Amelia never really liked Valentine's Day. In her mind it had always seemed like a commercialized, superficial ploy for attention. In some of her earliest relationships, people complained that she didn't care enough about the holiday, and when she tried out any of those romantic gestures she'd deemed superficial, it was quite obvious she wasn't being genuine about it.

But with Cassandra it was different. Amelia still thought Valentine's Day was unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but with Cass it was very pleasant. She'd been fond of the romantic outings they'd planned in the past- dinner at exclusive restaurants, grand trips- but what they did never really mattered as long as they were with each other.

That's why today they hadn't planned anything big. They'd both had a busy couple of weeks that left them with hardly any time to spend together, so they'd decided they'd stay in for the day. Amelia slept in for the first time in ages, then proceeded to spend most of the day just relaxing with her fiancée. It was a much appreciated break from how hard she'd been working, not to mention how badly the time away from the idiots she had to work with was needed.

Although she was having a lovely time with Cass, she couldn't help her mind wandering to work on occasion. Amelia was getting real sick of it, no matter how hard she tried to push away the thoughts of emails and expense reports, they kept popping up. She'd always been a bit of a workaholic, so it was nothing new. Just felt more frustrating than usual today, when all she wanted to do was be with her fiancée and shut the rest of the world out.

The couple was sat on a couch in their living room, cuddled up together as they read, but after Amelia's mind drifted to work once more, she pulled away and got up. "Be back in a second," she dismissed herself, walking into their kitchen. There, she picked up a bottle of wine, one of the ones she knew Cass really liked, opened it, and immediately headed back to the living room. She sat back down on the couch and displayed the bottle to Cass. "Drink this with me? We haven't done anything wild in ages. Not that I mind that, I just think it could be fun to get a little wasted tonight." With that, she took a sip right from the bottle, not having bothered with glasses, then held it out to her fiancée.

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TALLULAH SCOTT

Tallulah wasn't sure how to feel about this event. There were too many people, all with drinks in their hands, listening to music that was way too loud. She loves this sort of scene usually, but right now she was not a fan of everything going on around her. Maybe though, that was because she was single on Valentines Day and had to resort to something like this to make herself feel less pathetic.

Well she was wrong. She felt more pathetic as usual as she gained her drink from the bar and her paper for the table order. Her first table was some guy named Landon Owens. She hadn't been in Paradise too long, so she didn't recognize the name at all. With a sigh, she downed her wine and ordered another before she made her way to the table. First impression was a lot different than what she thought it would be. He was handsome. Like - very handsome. Maybe this night wouldn't be so terrible?

Taking her seat across from him, Lulu let her eyes wander over him for a moment before she motioned for him to start the timer, "Tallulah but you can call me Lulu," she said as she stuck her hand out to shake his. Calloused hands, so he wasn't completely a wimp like some of the guys in this town were. She'd dated some who hadn't even washed a dish before... not that she tended to do that either. Her maid came in handy with the cleaning duties, "so how long have you been in Paradise?" she asked, resting her elbows on the table, genuinely interested in where this man fell from.

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[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Nervous

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LOCATION: Chua Dojo

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wilhemina jimenez

No matter where you go, I won't be very far
'Cause in my head, I'll be right there where you are

Was this sad?

Valentines Day; one of Wil's all time favorite holidays. Even in her perpetual singlehood, Wil couldn't help but excitedly scroll through social media every year, oohing and awwing at the sweet gestures and cute dates that couples would show off for the masses. Authenticity be damned, it was just so nice seeing that much love in the world. Dreaming that one day she herself would be the subject of that kind of affection. Even if the pangs of jealousy were way too much to bear at times.

But this year was slightly different. She was spending it with another person. Vin. Like the affection starved loser she was, she'd jumped at the opportunity to spend time with him without hesitation. She'd hoped, despite her better judgement that he was asking her out. Only to discover that what he actually wanted was to teach her karate.

It was clear that Wil had barked up another completely uninterested tree. The pathetic part was that she didn't care. She just wanted to spend time with Vin that didn't involve any haunted buildings where she could focus all her energy into subtly ogling him. So despite her lack of athletic prowess, she dutifully assembled most vaguely skanky sporty outfit in her closet, threw a jacket over it, packed up the gift that she'd spent the previous week agonizing over, and made the trek to Chua Dojo.

She knocked on the door of the studio tenatively. When no answer came, she opened the door herself to find the tail end of some type of children's karate demonstration. She quickly made her way to one of the chairs in the back of the dojo to watch intently. Her eyes never left Vin for a second, keenly observing as he paced the rows of evenly spaced students, providing gentle corrections to form and posture. At least that's what she assumed he was doing.

Wil had bigger priorities than attempting to decipher Vin's karate lingo. Instead, she was free to ogle to her heart's content now that he was busy. She always found it hard to not stare at the club President's body, no matter what he was wearing. But for some reason, seeing him decked out in a karate gi had flipped some type of switch in the young girl's mind.

Suddenly it was clear that he could easily pick her up over his shoulder and carry her off into a(probably existent) back office in a fit of passion if he wanted to. Overwhelmed with lust, he'd hold her up with one arm and hurriedly clear the desk with another. He'd throw her down, their lips clashing together in a fiery kiss. Then proceed to rip her top off and-.

Nails dug into skin, in a harsh pinch. This was completely inappropriate. There was a time and a place for these types of fantasies. And it most definitely wasn't a public establishment, with the romantic hero of her dreams on the other side of her room.

The class dispersed and she wasted absolutely no time walking over to Vin. "Hey!" She grinned, clutching her tote bag. "Thanks for offering this by the way. It's not everyday someone gets free lessons from the Sensei Ramos."

"I felt really bad about not giving you something for spending your time on this." Wilhemina fished around in her tote bag, pulling out a brown paper gift bag. She briskly passes the bag off to Vincente, entire body tensed up as he opens it and holds up the contents, carefully examining them. "It's a sakura tree. I was going to try making a bonsai tree, but I figured it's Valentines Day. I should give you something pink." Wil pipes up, awkwardly shifting in place. "Consider it my payment. You wouldn't let me give you the hat for free, so I had to make something else."

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Nervous

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Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Max had spent the last hour and 37 minutes scrutinizing every inch of his appearance in the dusty dorm bathroom mirror. Anyone who knew him well would be justified in assuming he’d gone completely insane.

See, as nervous and fastidious as he was, it was highly unusual to see him fret this much over his physical appearance, and even more unusual to see him out of his trademark flannel-and-jeans uniform. Max had a look, and while this particular outfit wasn’t a very distant departure from it, it was enough to make him uncertain.

These pants are tighter than they looked in the store. Oh god.
This is a disaster. I should probably just cancel.
I look like a barista at a vegan cafe.
I look like a newsie.
Is is gay to tuck your shirt in?

He did not stop for a minute to think about the irony of stressing about heteronormativity on a date with a man.

After rearranging the same four strands of his hair for the hundredth time, he eventually was forced to give it up and get a move on. He was going to be late.

The whole walk out of the dormitory and out onto the campus center, Max fought the temptation to close his eyes and walk blindly so as to pretend no one would notice him. It felt like every person he walked past was staring him down, somehow cruelly aware of where he was going and who he was going to see and why. By the time he made it to the meeting point he picked out with Dan, Max was sure that he was about to be on the front page of the local newspaper with a headline like “BREAKING NEWS: FLAGRANT HOMOSEXUAL SPOTTED AT THE DAILY GRIND! WHO THOUGHT THOSE STUPID SHOES WERE A GOOD IDEA? TURN TO PAGE 9 FOR MORE JOKES ABOUT THE WORD ‘GRIND!’”

And then he would crumple into a pile of humiliation and perish on the spot, and the townspeople would leave rainbow glitter on his tombstone for centuries to come.

Arriving before Dan gave Max’s brain plenty of time to keep spiraling around his absolutely irrational nightmare scenarios, very nearly leaving him convinced that it wasn’t too late to text Dan and tell him that he had suddenly come down with cholera and had to cancel… but something in him was too afraid of doing that to Dan. This had to be just as hard for Dan as it was for him, right? To actually agree to do this, to meet up alone, just the two of them, and just talk. Dan wouldn’t have done this with him unless he genuinely wanted to. And even though it was terrifying and in direct defiance of everything he’d ever said or done or wanted people to believe, Max wanted to as well.

He had to at least make sure Dan didn’t regret this.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: concussed

OUTFIT: xxx

LOCATION: The sidewalk, somewhere in town

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Oliver Dreyfuss

How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

Ten or twenty minutes went by in some folded dimension of time that felt eternal and yet instantaneous. The world overhead swirled and blurred with nauseating shades of yellow and green and brown, the ground below sank and tilted and wavered. Everything smelled and tasted of copper and vomit. There was no sound other than the slow, laborious pulse of blood in his ears.

By the time Al found him, he was motionless and cold; semi-conscious and slack of expression, the only indication that he was still responsive being a slight and imprecise tracking of his eyes. Al spoke, Oliver stared back and said nothing… until Al laid a hand on him. The touch jolted him back to life like an electric current– he hissed loudly through his teeth, his whole body tensed and jerked back, arms raised over his face as if to shield himself or shove the man back.

“Don’t…!! I… uhh, agh…”

The sudden movement took its toll and his limbs fell limply back onto the concrete, but still, the injured teenager at least seemed much more alert than before. His eyes stayed open, blinking rapidly and staying locked on the man crouched over him, never quite meeting his gaze but studying him with enough precision to prove that he could see reasonably well.

“I got hit by a car. Blue car. I… walked away, didn’t know, they, I… wanted to… can I, fell…”

It was only now that he started responding to Al’s words from earlier, which meant that Oliver had actually heard him; it just took him nearly a full minute to process it and speak, and his answer was disjointed and slurred. It wasn’t clear whether he’d forgotten that Al had asked for his name, or if he just didn’t understand, or if he was purposefully ignoring the request out of distrust, but either way he failed to mention it.

He trailed off and fell quiet again for a bit, allowing Al to finish feeling around his stomach, which he kept wincing at and trying to pull away from despite Al’s verbal concern for his spine. “Turtles’ spines are fused to the shell…” The words seemed to fall out of him almost instinctively, starkly lucid in contrast with his previous attempt at a sentence. Even in his current state, he was still able to come up with a reptilian non-sequitur. That part of his brain was probably indestructible.
“I’m gonna be sick.”

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Al Brinson

Next time Stassi asked him to do a favor like this? He would have to pretend to lose his phone. He never understood why one of the meanest, coldest women in the world had such a bleeding heart at times. It was jarring the first time he interacted with Anastasia Perova from a business perspective. She was cold and cunning, brilliant. Her expertise at running business was something to behold and so unexpected from someone who is known worldwide for ...figure skating.

Imagine walking into a board meeting and seeing a figure skater and then being taken to task by this said figure skater. That was Anastasia Perova, but somehow that same cold, calculated woman who you could see all over social media being rude and mean, had a thousand charities and would empty her own pockets if she thought it would actually invoke change. It was definitely a jarring experience for anyone.

Al stopped his prodding when he heard Oli speak for the first time and jerking up. He wanted to make sure that he could protect himself in case there was a violent response from the younger boy. Al was confident that if he hadn't been injured that there might have been a more concerted effort to fight back instead of just raise his arms, but when they fell limply to the side he could only manage to sigh.

He continued his prodding taking note that at least he was able to see him move his extremities. For at least the moment he could rule out paralysis and any super pressing spinal injury, though it didn't rule it out completely. Al watched his face noticing his eyes tracking him - so at least he knew he was conscious and aware. The young boy tried to speak and it was mostly incoherent, but Al could make out enough to understand the situation. He had been hit by a car and instead of seeking medical help, walked away and didn't make it very far before he loss consciousness. Al assumed it was probably his fight or flight response sending adrenaline to his body that let him get up and make it even this far and from his other symptoms he likely head some type of trauma to the head.

Al stopped poking around his abdomen when he didn't feel anything hard nor did Oli jump in pain. He felt comfortable ruling out internal abdominal bleeding, for now, and with the movement of his limbs and his ability to speak and breathe without coughing up blood, there was probably no serious trauma to the chest. Of course if he was in the hospital he'd still order the tests to make sure, but because this was off books and those issues seemed fine, he'd let it go.

When the boy spoke again he mentioned something about turtles and it clicked for Al. This was the kid he interacted with about orifices a while ago who seemed to have taken a real liking to turtles. What did his username say his name was....Olive? Oliver.

"Oliver, I'm Doctor Al Brinson, chief of cardio at Paradise hospital. " he started but stopped when the boy declared he would be sick. Nausea, perhaps? He took the pen light from his pocket and leaned over Oliver flashing the light over his eyes taking in how they reacted,"Ok Oli you don't seem to have any major brain injury, but you are at the least definitely concussed. Since you were able to move the way you did, I don't think you have a neck or spinal injury, but I'd still like to put this C-collar on you just in case and would really like to get you in for a head CT to make sure there's no cranial pressure or brain bleed."

He was already preparing his speech to the kid about how important it is to get this head CT and that it could save his life. He was already preparing to take him in as a John Doe and have his name kept off the books. Believe it or not, this wasn't Al's first rodeo and though it was usually for undocumented immigrants or impoverished folks in general, he wanted to do his best to help.

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Despite the drama and tension between the members of the band, mainly Rob and Hayden (though Ari felt it was her fault) the trio was able to get another small gig on Valentine's day. This was such a big deal for them, because the consistency in which they were getting gigs even if it was just opening for bigger acts, or like today going on as one of the first few bands in an all day holiday event, it meant that they were getting a good reputation. It means that the music that they were making was getting appreciated, that their performances were being appreciated. She knew that there was a level they could reach if they could just recruit one more member and allow her to focus on the vocals and performing aspects. The sky would be the limit.

Still, this was so awesome to have. They got to perform three songs so Ari made sure to pick the three she felt were the best. She pieced together her outfit and sure it showed a lot of skin, but Ari wanted that. She wanted to get the attention that she felt would help them get ahead. She wanted them to focus on her and how much easier would that be if she could get away and just sing.

That didn't matter as she stood backstage listening to the band that was before them play their hearts out. She was excited and giddy and she was doing her best to avoid to the conflict between the two other members of the band. It was a lot. One she had been with and loved, the other she was falling in love with. She had promised she would let Hayden take her on a date this evening and because Rob never asked - because when did he ever ask. When did he ever do anything special for Ari unless he felt she was mad at him or he wanted something out of her.

So tonight she was going out with Hayden even though she hated the commercial holiday that was Valentine's day. She just wanted to feel special for once and Hayden was doing that for her. So if she could just avoid the tension and conflict between the two for a couple of hours, she could be home free. For now though? She was just focused on their impending performance coming.

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How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

"Oliver, I'm Doctor Al Brinson, chief of cardio at Paradise hospital. "

“--How do you know my name!?”

Oliver didn’t remember Al from their previous Twitter exchange… his memories of the past couple of weeks were mostly just blurring and mixing together at this point. As far as he knew, Al was a complete stranger who inexplicably knew who he was. Maybe from Oliver’s arrest record, or from one of the various criminals he was indebted to, or worst of all, from his family…

If Al knew his name, he could also know any number of other things.

Though the realization that Al knew who he was deeply unsettled him, that wasn’t what killed his cooperation: after Al finished assessing the severity of the injuries present, the young doctor proposed further examination in an inpatient setting.
Suddenly, dying on the side of the road seemed merciful in comparison.

Was this what Stassi was planning all along? Maybe it was Stassi who knew more than she initially let on… she did know about the crimes, or at least some of the crimes. Maybe Al was a hitman. Maybe Stassi was secretly some sort of vigilante seeking vengeance against teenage drug dealers.

With a cold frail hand, Oliver tried to swat the pen light away from his eyes and shrink further away, using the lamp post behind him to drag himself to sitting upright, looking very much like a wounded deer cowering away from the inevitable final shot.

“You can’t… I’m not doing it. I’m not going with…”

His sentence was interrupted by a sudden attack of dry heaving. He slid back, most of the color drained out of his face, barely propped up on his elbows.

This had to be how a sea turtle caught in a fishing trawl would feel.

“...Don’t fucking touch me.” He managed to cough out, crumpled and hyperventilating.
The threat was emptier than an open grave.
He knew he couldn’t do anything.

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

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Her break was over. School was back in session and so between working 24 hour shifts every third day and having classes with a pile of homework as she rounded into her senior year, not to mention her brother and his wife just moved into town, so tia duties... she was swamped. Still though, with the month and half since NYE in the mirror, she had gotten relatively close with Wolf and the two had started regularly dating. This wasn't something she expected and she didn't necessarily want it in the beginning. Yet, the more they spent time together the more she started to let herself fall for him. It wasn't intentional - in fact she would have preferred not to. Not because anything was wrong with Wolf, but she knew first-hand what it was like dating first-responders. She was one.

It wasn't for too much longer though - she would be transitioning from her life as a first responder to her life as a med school student. She had been studying for the MCAT every moment that she had free that wasn't already dedicated to work, school or now dating. Not to mention being worried about Bri, especially after she got stabbed.

Today though? All of that would be put aside so that she would let Wolf take her out. She was going to do better about letting herself live her life and that meant dedicating time to solely one person, without any interruptions. He would be her focus today. Still she was Annie(ah-nee), and she never made anything easy.

After she finished her shift in the morning, she immediately headed to class struggling to stay awake during the whole thing as they had a busy night the night before. Fortunately it was one of the classes she was already excelling in and had no issues getting through, so the professor (who knew her situation) didn't take any insult by her intermittent nod offs. She only had one more class and that class she had gotten two red bulls for because it was a class though she was doing well in so far, was her toughest and she wanted to make sure she was awake for every bit.

When that class ended she rushed home to take a nap, before waking up later to take a long shower, shave, hair make up all of that (in outfit link). She was ready before long rushing out of the apartment downstairs to meet Wolf.

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Al Brinson

Seeing Oli skirt away caused Al to grit his teeth. This was starting to become beyond frustrating and if he was being honest he didn't really have time for this. He needed to get back to the hospital and see Clem. He wanted to grab her favorite coffee on the way back, but it seemed like more and more as the time went on that it would be a miracle just to make it back to the hospital.

Yet, as selfish as Al wanted to be, and he knew he could be selfish sometimes when it came to his career. Oliver was exhibiting all of the warning signs of a patient who had some sort of abuse and/or mental illness. He had some sort of distrust towards doctors? Or maybe it was the system at large that was the bigger issue. He wasn't a psychiatrist, so he wasn't in the line of field to make that type of diagnostic remark, but he had been a doctor too long to not notice it. This kid would get himself killed if he just let him go away.

So as much as the potential fallout from missing another reservation ate at the back of his neck, Al knew that he had to stick to his oath. He needed to what he could to help this kid, even if the kid didn't want his help.

"Hey, can I call you Oli? Listen to me. You could die if you don't let me help you. I need you to calm down and breathe. Breathe slowly. I am not going to hurt you and Stassi made it clear that this would not be on any record. I will pay out of my own pocket to make sure of it. But if you don't let me run some more tests so we can make sure you're ok, you might not wake up the next time you pass out."

He took a slow breath,"I know it's hard to trust, I get it. But you can trust me. I will protect you from whatever it is you're running from. No one will ever know Oliver was in the hospital. But you have to let me help you....ok? Let me put this C-collar to stabilize your neck, and get you to the hospital. I'll even get you tickets to the aquarium for after to see the turtles."

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Mick Halstead

What a whirlwind it had been for Mick the last few weeks since NYE. That night especially, when the case of stabby steve had hit too close to home. One of their own had gotten hurt and that was too much to stomach. Usually, Mick would fall deep into a case like that where he would go off the deep end until he figured it out or got suspended trying, but he was kept from going that far because of the woman he had been seeing as of late. Clover.

She was Mick's foil in the best way. She was his moral anchor that kept him above ground. That kept him from slipping into who he was when he was a Marine overseas. She had made him less cynical and she might not have even noticed, but ever since the two were seeing each other he had started drinking less.

Mick was also a much more pleasant team lead, doing more for his fellow teammates Jessie and Paddy. He fought to make sure that they got more free time to spend with their families, but also knew that there was only so much he could do. At some point they were going to get a call and pulled out of their bed. Without being straight up furlough, this was the life of an intelligence unit officer. They were ALWAYS on call and at any moment could pick up a case. So Mick did his best to make sure when it did happen he and his sergeant could hold off as long as they did before they had to call the younger guys in.

Though it wasn't an official holiday, their Seargeant had more or less given them the day off. They needed to keep their work phones on in case they picked up a big case, but he wanted them to go maintain their love lives and for every case he could, he would kick it to another unit.

So this allowed Mick to head over to pick up Clover for their date for the night. He was going to be able to focus on her without feeling guilty about not worrying about his job and if all things went well, there would be no calls tonight.

He pulled up in his large pickup truck and watched as she got into the vehicle. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek he nodded and responded to her question, "You know it. I don't remember the last time I went out for Valentine's." he admitted with a chuckle. He wasn't wearing anything super special, because it was Mick. Just a fitted long sleeve t shirt and some jeans (see gif).

There was a moment where he considered cancelling the date and just staying in because admittedly he was tired, but he shook it off quickly, "So this place we're going, you picked, will there be like steak still? Or will it be like fake steak." he smiled at her and laughed a bit at his own joke. She still made him nervous in the best way.

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Sade in the 90s

If you asked Cass, Valentine’s Day was a Hallmark holiday – a cleverly designed capitalist concept aimed at those in new relationships, eager and anxious to show their devotion. After a while they would grow weary to it, exchange the store-bought roses for a handmade card or, if you were lucky, a photo album, before eventually forgetting the date altogether. Then, maybe the couple would break up and, after a while, fall into new relationships, where the cycle would start all over again. This wasn’t Cass being a cynic – it was just a realistic observation.

Gladly, Cass had skipped the faux-romance stage with Amelia. What point was there in buying a five-dollar card when you could go skiing in the Alps, or take a week-long private cruise around the Caribbean? That was romance, not some dollar-store chocolates and eighty-percent pesticide flowers. She took a lot of pride in her lifestyle and ensuring that she took advantage of her privileges, living right up to her means and not a cent lower.

Of course, privileges came with a price. Both Cassandra and Amelia had no problem diving head first into their work, easily dedicating their time to whichever client or task needed their attention next. Their personalities were similar; they were analytical, thorough, swift and decisive. Had they been able to work together, they would have made a good team.

The difficulty came when they tried to catch a break. Cass could spend weeks preparing for a trial, feverishly delving into defence strategies and casework, then more weeks at trial, which sometimes took her out of town, and then it was back to step one. She was comfortable in the knowledge that Amelia didn’t mind – they both appreciated one another’s passion for their work and the dedication it required – but sometimes, usually in the quiet hours of the morning when she couldn’t sleep, she wished she could buy some more free time.

Today was one of those rare ones when neither had any pressing work, and so far hadn’t left the apartment. They’d cooked some dinner together, watched a few shows, and were now easing into the evening together with a couple of books. There was a pleasant quietness between them as they sat curled into each other on the couch, Cass’s hand absent-mindedly fiddling with a spool of Amelia’s hair. She was cosy, and for the first time in a number of weeks, almost completely relaxed. There was still a niggling thought of an upcoming deadline in the back of her mind, but focusing on the words on the page were making it easier to quell.

Cass was disrupted slightly when Amelia rose to her feet and disappeared to the kitchen, watching her stride away from behind her book. She offered her a gentle smile when she returned, peering at the object she had brought with her.

“What’s that?” she asked with a nod, motioning to the bottle Amelia had casually liberated from the wine rack. Cassandra laughed, setting her book aside as Amelia displayed the Ornellaia merlot bought on their last trip to Tuscany. She watched, eyes wide with bewilderment, as Amelia took a swig and extended the bottle to her.

“Wasted?” Cass repeated, taking the bottle from her, her eyes still fixed on Amelia’s face, an air of suspicion in her voice. “Honey, we can go to a bar if you want to get wasted -” she said, pausing to bring the bottle to her lips, taking a sip before making a surprised little mm! “I forgot how good this is,” she commented, taking another swig from the bottle. “God, if anybody saw us like this… we look like two alcoholics sat under the boardwalk. Though, I suppose they’re not drinking two hundred dollar wine…”

She sat back into the sofa, pulling her legs underneath her. She handed the bottle to Amelia, leaning her head against the back of the plush white seat.

“You’re not bored, are you? Bored of… this? You seem a little unsettled.”

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Arthur says. . . .

Arthur woke up with a start. Her light brown eyes staring at the ceiling as sweat dripped down from her body onto the sheets. The muscles on her body were slightly shaking from the small fragments she remembered as she had slept. It's always like this and it never gets old to her. So she sighed, taking her phone off the charger and getting up off her bed to shower.


It was February 14th. Valentines Day. The lovers day. Something that would've had Arthur ecstatic,but now it's just a painful reminder that she is alone and single. The only good that would come out of that would be picking up an extra shift so somebody else could go out to celebrate.

Today will be a good day. Today will be just like any other day.. yeah, just think of it like that.. at least at the end of it all I will look nice and I could penalties go to the cemetery later to write..

Opening the library she didn't smell her orange and vanilla scented perfume. Instead she smelled old books and an old lady perfume even though she couldn't see any elderly person around her. Already she was starting to feel better, more in her element.

Was it super busy? No, but she preferred that rather than people always constantly messing up the books. She had rearranged some books and left the restocking to do later so she wouldn't be sitting doing nothing. Once the other person left for lunch she finally pulled out her phone to change the music. It was nothing fancy, but just some classical sounds to calm her mind. Have her forget just for a moment that she was not lonely... and to not dwell on something that could never change. In the meantime she sat at the front desk, writing down ideas for her new horror filled short story. She was so engulfed in her writing that she didn't even realized if anyone was near her.


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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: concussed

OUTFIT: xxx

LOCATION: The sidewalk, somewhere in town

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Al AkuTheWolfOkami

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Oliver Dreyfuss

How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

Al was smart to choose to take a gentler approach with Oliver. If he’d so much as slightly raised his voice or tried to pull his patient back, he’d have likely ended up getting scratched or bitten or kicked at.

Oliver was still clearly not very trusting of this situation, but he seemed to soften a little as Al reassured him. He took in a slower breath, as instructed, trying to think of something less agonizingly stressful than what he was being asked to agree to.

“Did Stassi tell you my name?” He was evidently having a much easier time forming sentences now that he was more alert, though it was definitely a little odd for him to still be this fixated on such a small part of this ordeal. “But just my first name, right? Not the rest of it. And you won't look me up.” His dark eyes flitted closed for a moment, as if in deep thought (really it was just because the concussion double-vision was making his head spin).

“...I’ll go with you.”

That was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to say out loud.
But, truly, he'd rather take the risk of being caught and live than die here of a stupid accident at seventeen.
He sort of knew it was his fault he got hit by a car, anyway… he always froze up at the wrong moments, and what he was running from in the first place should never have happened.

"But you can't tell anyone my name and you can't look me up and you can't call the police and if you know anyone who knows me you can't call them either. Promise. I can pay you later and then we go see the turtles. I think you'll like them. There's three. Two loggerheads and a Kemp's Ridley. The Kemp's Ridley is the rarest one."

And just like that, the two of them had come to an agreement.
Almost.
The idea of being C collared, though, became instantly intimidating as soon as Oliver actually saw the thing and it actually clicked in his brain that it was supposed to touch his neck.
See, Oliver couldn't even handle his shirt collars touching his neck. He couldn't even wear scarves.
This thing looked like a sadistic strangulation device.

And just like that, they'd gone from Acceptance right back to Bargaining.

“Wait, waitwaitwait, actually no. NO. No. Please no. No. Not doing that. No. NO.”

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Al Brinson

It seemed Oliver had been listening to his guidance and started to calm down, breathing in and seemingly being a little more reasonable. This caused Al to let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding in as he continued to watch the young man in front of him. He nodded a few times before he spoke, "Stassi did not tell me your name, we interacted a couple of times on twitter and I remember your name from our interaction."

Al patiently sat as he listened to him ramble a little bit about his identity, but he was relieved that he was starting to form complete, coherent sentences. At least there was no imminent danger - well at least he hoped. But that was definitely a good sign.

"I promise you I won't look you up," he stated in a gentle voice doing his best to be reassuring. When he finally agreed to go with him Al let out a long, triumphant sigh of relief before returning his attention to him as he began to ramble a bit.

"Hey look, I'm not calling anyone, not people who may know you, not police, hell not even Stassi. I will just tell her you're okay, because to be honest? Even if I did want to call someone on you, I don't have the time to deal with the paperwork and the talking to people," he looked to the watch on his wrist and sighed. This was starting to take longer than he expected, but at least they had made some headway," You don't have to pay me and the only thing you'd owe me is going to see the turtles together, espescially the Kemp's Ridley. "


Just as it seemed like Al would be able to get to the hospital, order those tests make sure he was good to go and be in time for his reservations, that hope was snatched away from him when Oli exclaimed that he wasn't going to wear the C-collar. A part of Al wanted to just say fine, bump it, don't wear it! Just come, but he'd never let himself live if Oliver DID have a neck injury and ended up paralyzed when the C-collar could have at the least stabalized his neck to prevent it under his watch.

So instead he took the C-collar and started to put it around his own neck, "Look at me. I'm putting it on. It's a little claustrophobic admittedly, but it doesn't hurt and you can breathe. It's just to keep your neck still in case you have a neck injury. Neck injuries are weird and moving your head the wrong way could be enough. It'd be just until we can get you to the hospital and tested to make sure there's no neck injury. "

Then it dawned on him that even if he got to the hospital he'd have to struggle to get Oli to cooperate for the head CT and this was starting to become more than Al originally thought at worst. He shook his head though and pointed to the now completely secured C-collar on his neck,"See. I can breathe, I can move. And If just hated it so much I can gently...." he started as he began to take it off,"Take it off myself."

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Another one bites the dust

by Queen

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Oliver Chimney Swift Clem Not Meat

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: concussed

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LOCATION: The sidewalk, somewhere in town

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Al AkuTheWolfOkami

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Oliver Dreyfuss

How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

Oliver quizzically tilted his head at Al’s demonstration… though moving his head to the side almost immediately caused him to wince in pain and slump backwards.
But hey, Al didn’t suffocate after securing the cervical collar to his own neck. That was something. And Al had to know what he was doing, right? At the very least he’d gone through enough medical school to make an educated suggestion. He’d probably assessed dozens of car-related injury victims, at least before he switched over to the cardiovascular field.

Still, Oliver wasn’t just going to let this happen, at least not with his normal inhibitions intact.

“But doesn’t it… I… wait just a minute.”

What followed was several seconds of Oliver rummaging through his various pockets. It turns out he actually had way more pockets than his simple clothing would have suggested, and most of them were full of tiny suspicious objects: multiple packets of powders and crystals and assorted pills, a black-handled switchblade, a cracked and evidently somewhat old cell phone, a few rubber bands and hair ties, a lighter, a second phone (this time a gas station flip phone), some sort of recording device, and for some reason a metal spoon.
He eventually pulled out a small plastic bag of light blue tablets, shook a few into his mouth, and reluctantly gave a quiet “Okay. Fine. Put it on me.”

For someone who was so terrified of being in a high security environment like a hospital, he seemed weirdly oblivious to the fact that he’d just shown Al 90% of his contraband. Concussions don’t make for brilliant decision-making, and Oliver’s decision-making skills were evidently already somewhat impaired. Al had promised not to get the law involved, and Oliver was willing to trust that promise to an inadvisable extent. Letting Al tend to his injuries at all was such a massive departure from his normal defenses; the drugs seemed like nothing.

Truth be told, it wasn’t the drug thing that Oliver was afraid of getting exposed anyway. If anything, he almost hoped someone would help him get out of it eventually. He wasn’t very good at selling, he kept running into debt and violent altercations with other criminals, and being functionally homeless was far more expensive than he’d ever anticipated. What really frightened him about the hospital records was the possibility that someone might still have his old address and his parents’ phone numbers on file. That was where the real danger was.

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Lizy

He was pulled from his sleep by a sudden pain his abdomen, causing him to shoot up from his position his back on the fine couch. His eyes darted around the lavish apartment of his sister before he looked down to his lap where he found a house shoe. He sucked the air between his teeth before he looked behind him, Tagalog streaming from his mouth,

"Why are you like this? Can I nap in peace?"

A hand raised to the side of his head as he let out a might yawn.

There giving him the deadliest glare from the distance was his twin sister returning in Tagalog,"

"I don't tend to care what you have going on, but if you're going to treat that girl with respect and be on time. She let's you spend the night at times, and I'll be damned if you mess it up."

Jo merely glared back before getting to his feet. A moment or two would pass of him standing there before he stretched his arms out and moved towards the spare bathroom to shower. The way her place was built was weird, or perhaps it was weird to him because he wasn't allowed anywhere in the house but the couch and a closet. Well and the kitchen of course. It was a nice apartment, two bed rooms, two bath, but he was only allowed on the couch. It was his sister's way of letting him know he wasn't welcomed. What she didn't understand was after sleeping anywhere he could between shadowing at med school, that the couch is a preferred location.

After he stepped out of the shower he rubbed the towel on hie ear as he looked over to some clothes on the couch. He rose an inquisitive eye at his sister who gave a glare back before speaking

"You will wear these clothes. You will wear this cologne. You will take my car and pick her up and you will take her to the restaurant. It is Korean family style, so you'll have plenty to eat since you eat the daily calories of three men. Understood?"

There was a lingering glare from Jo who simply nodded before he put the clothes on, the cologne on, took the keys and drove the car to campus to pick up Celia.

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