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“what the hell do you do when your mother wants you to suddenly plan a family dinner for at least ten?” Pj asked aloud and to no one in particular. “I mean, four or five, one can handle.. but ten? absolute bullshit.” truthfully, she was looking for any escape, shoving her phone back into her pocket. she had four hours to either, A. figure out how to make a meal. or, B. run away and turn her phone off. she was hoping for the latter.
“don’t get me wrong, i love my extended family.. i just can’t be bothered to be surrounded by them right now. you know?” she sighed deeply, rubbing her hands over her face. “what do i do?”
“i was taught to ignore any black dogs growing up, they’re shite luck. always mean something bad is gonna happen so you just gotta ignore them.” he shrugged, soon enough opening one of the bottles and taking a swig from it. “i’m…partially kidding. but, no, i haven’t seen any dog today, actually. but i can try and help you look if you need it?” tj added, pointing the neck of the bottle towards her. “yeah, is that not what we can count as being neighbourly anymore?”
parker had half the mind to want to smack her own forehead at the others response, only being able to keep herself from doing it because she did not want a red mark on her forehead. “each person and family have their own thoughts.. but i’ve only ever heard it toward black cats and even those of dog or wolf forms in reading tea.” she said, snorting slightly; instantly covering her face out of embarrassment.
“sorry. no digs towards you. truly. each to their own, respect.” pj gave a smile. the prospect of losing her friends dog? terrifying. even more, of not finding said dog? she might as well go into hiding. plus, embarrassing herself in front of someone else? hide her.
raising a brow, she shook her head with a string of laughter. “oh, no, we certainly are welcome to it, i was just taken aback by it. i ask about a missing dog and you offer a beer.” she deeply exhaled. “if you’re offering, i’m accepting -- and your offer on helping looking for this dog?”
the moment he could fully take in the comment was the exact moment the spoon stopped stirring itself. unfortunately this would take some time. words hung in the air as he pondered for a couple of seconds. the spoon slowed its stirring the, finally the break of concentration followed– the nonsensical comment paused all movements. the clattering of the spoon further snapped him out of his drawing.
an apologetic frown would meet her tilting of her head as he moved his cup of tea to the side. “I’m confused. Am I the ghost in this situation or are you the ghost–?” the food and the book surrounding her offered an explanation of normalcy. “You don’t look like a ghost. I don’t think ghosts can read or is there something you’re not telling me–”
“ghosts?” the question faded into silence, the straw in her mug slowly moving in a circular motion by itself. “I’m definitely not a ghost, however i just know they are all around.” PJ said pointedly, grinning with softest of chuckles. “I guess you could say, maybe, we are both the ghosts in this situation. I mean, they are real, yeah?” she mused, taking a sip of her tea. “but who knows who is what and what is who.” she shrugged her shoulders. “and if you’re a ghost, then there is something that you aren’t telling me.” the woman squinted her eyes, eyeing up and down at the other. “you can totally be a ghost. or a figment of my mind. you’re gorgeous -- almost non human looking.”
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he had forty more minutes left of his lunch break. a cup of tea grew cold as time unraveled and the cafe in town square bustled with clientele. the sounds of forks scraping against plates, would have grated his ears. yet he was zoned out, and trying to concentrate on the drawing at hand. Ken wasn’t an artist. he never really tried to be one. he could measure dimensions with a pencil on wood, and craft angels for square feet. his artistry, was typically in the shed building. perhaps that’s why he didn’t assume himself an artist.
but when the flashbacks would come unwillingly, the pencil moved itself. and rather than considering this action a medium, he felt like the medium. as if time used him for clues and cues in his environment. as if to speak something grander and more important than a cup of chowder.
because he was in the back corner of the cafe, he wouldn’t have realized that others could see that while he was focused on his drawing, the spoon in his saucer began to stir itself. in fact, he himself hadn’t noticed the magic until the sounds rounded at the rim metal cruising against metal.
enjoying her short hour of a break between her online classes, parker happily enjoyed the reclusive back end of the cafe with her food and book. there were others around, but things seemed to be fairly calm as she contently enjoyed the atmosphere. a welcoming comfort compared to the many scratching and intruding memos she was given.
sipping her coffee whilst going over her work, PJ looked up, thinking she heard her name being called. a few seconds past and she hears nothing more; returning to her work. looking towards the other, she could not help but tilt her head at his words. “they’re all around.” she simply responded. “here, there... definitely now.” she said, acknowledging the spoon stirring itself.
“can i help you with somethin’?” tj asked the other as he moved from the back of his van, pulling off his gloves as he shot a smile their way. “don’t mind the appearance, i promise i usually clean up a lot better than this. well, less mud at least.” the irishman leaned against the hood, his sunglasses now pushed up to the top of his head so he could properly look at whoever he had spoken to. “or, if i was hearing things – i got cold beers in the back that might make me feel a little less weird if i offer them out?”
“actually, have you seen a black lab run past here by any chance?” the woman asked, slowing to a stop from a jog; looking at the male, hopeful. “my friend’s damn dog ran off and they will probably murder me if I can’t find this dog.” parker explained, having already been searching for the furry friend the past hour. it wasn’t her fault anyway that the dog got away. she just so happened to feel the need to search for them. A chuckle left her lips, raising an eyebrow. “wait.. are you just out right offering beer to strangers that pass you by?” she mused.
[SYDNEY PARK | TWENTY-THREE | SHE/HER | CIS WOMAN ] if it isn’t PARKER JAMES AHN ! you know, PJ ! they’ve lived in monarda for THEIR WHOLE LIFE. some people say that they’re ALLURING & LIONHEARTED, but that they can also be COLD & CLOSED OFF. last i heard, they were working at AUNTIE MAE'S as a COOK/FRONT DESK CLERK ! i’ve also heard the rumor that they’re a WITCH. if you’d ask me, they remind me of ORANGE LEAVES IN THE FALL, DANCING IN THE RAIN BAREFOOT AND LISTENING TO DREAM BY FLEETWOOD MAC! i wonder what monarda’s got in store for them today!
hi y’all, I’m lily! i’m 23, from the CST and i go by she/they. i adore all things nature and writing/reading! I’m excited to be able to expand more on my darling PJ, whom i adore soo much.
TW: death mention, robbery mention.
November 1st, 1997; the weather forecast, 7:17 am - 50 degrees fahrenheit as the high, 39 as the low with a 100% chance of rain.
Parker James, mostly known as PJ, was born to James Severin and Tiffany Ahn. A couple who was looked down upon by both of their respective families, and even more once it was known that Tiffany was pregnant with James’ child.
Their families did not agree to Tiffany and James being am item, letting it be known before and certainly more after the word of Tiffany being pregnant, that James’ family did not agree with it. he was just starting his life. Tiffany’s parents expected more of her, simply disliking the idea their daughter was pregnant before getting married and still in college.
nonetheless, the two were in love and refused to confine to their families beliefs. they were going to have a family of their own, much to the surprise and disappointments of their respective families.
two months before the birth of PJ, James Severin was attacked in a gas station after trying to take down a robber. it was in his nature to do the right thing, no matter what it was and if it could harm him. if he felt or knew it was the right thing to do, James did it. this was no different. Sadly, it cost his life while saving at least four others.
she wanted to, she really did, however her mental health could not handle it. Tiffany incorporated James’ name into Parker’s, but made sure she kept her maiden name. too much pain ensued at the thought.
Parker was a good child, curious as all get out. always had the knack of curiosity, learning more.
when middle school and high school came around, she slowly started to grow a shell after being bullied, which in turn made her grow a somewhat cold demeanor, learning to bush off what she couldn’t be dared to waste her energy on.
as far as her personality goes, parker is a ‘i don’t give a shit.. but i do give a shit’ kind of girl. she cares a whole lot. yet, some things she can’t be bothered to care so ‘she doesn’t care’ at the expense of her own energy and health. especially because she is very easy to pick up on emotions. she’s genuinely very sweet, kind and warm. with all of that said, she has a thrown off sense of humour, can be dark and dry or plain out random. just give her time and you’ll understand her better.
“She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.”
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