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Safia stood nearby as she tried to catch her own breath, even bending at the waist to place her hands on her knees. It had been so long since her last run that she’d falsely expected she could do the same route she’d once did. Clearly, her body hadn’t completely rebounded from its last ordeal which left her seeking a spot beside the male. “I feel the same way. Except I didn’t eat anything and now it feels like I’m about to pass out.” It was a bit dramatic but she surely didn’t feel well enough to continue on the course she’d been set on finishing. Her eyes moved towards him and then a little laughter escaped her lips. “You’ve never done that? Found a wallet and taken all the money only to return it by saying someone had found it before you?” Her head shook as she peered over him. “It’s classic.”

           The truth of the matter was that Lynn was getting used to the idea of her mother slowly losing her memory and at the same time pretending nothing was wrong. Leave it to the Beckett family to never flinch at a passing moment of crisis. Why this was surprising her had not yet been understood; when her brother’s wife had passed away in a terrible car accident everyone just kept talking about how to stay strong and move forward; nothing about accepting the grief that her brother was clearly going through. But who was she to say anything? Lynn was that relative that only appeared when things were really bad due to her military career and now her firefighter one. So the brunette did what she did best and just bit her tongue down and read the script she had been given yet every now and then even she needed a break from the play that was her family hence her being at the bench. Turning to face the voice a slight smile appeared across her lips, “Are you telling me that there are now turtles here? Things really have changed these past couples of years.” 

Thursday, October 1st  Tortue Cove | Myrtle Rock 

It wasn’t necessarily a hobby, but it was sort of soothing. Since moving to the island full time, Jackson was finding it harder and harder to get away. The island wasn’t small by any means, but it felt so constricting– and that was saying something coming from the guy that owned all the planes. Maybe it was familial pressure that set him over the edge, it was all on him now. He’d call his father asking questions about things, and he’d get sent straight to voicemail, and about the fourth call, instead of working through whatever problem, he found himself at the beach, picking up trash– almost like a person who owed a debt to society, and somedays he felt just that way. “You’d think-” the raven haired man said to no one in-particular, “people wouldn’t throw trash on the ground, when there’s a trash can, just there.” 

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The naivety that Rafael had about what Ophelia could do, or have others do for her rather, made her grin. “You’re adorable, Raf.” she said cheekily. “When you’re as well off as I am, you have people that will do whatever you want them to do, whenever you want them to do it. As long as the price is right, they usually wont say no.” A brown brow was arched in his direction as she spoke before she turned her full attention back to the pup. Phil reached down to the canine with both hands, scooping him up easily. The brunette held him up so their faces were in-line. “What do you say, Wes?” Her voice was pitched slightly higher. “You wanna get a royal scrub on while your pal Raf and I watch a movie and maybe make-out a little?“

LOCATION – anywhere in Myrtle Rock WITH – anyone, @elisabethstarters

Kate had been trying to figure out what the hype was about since she arrived on Elisabeth Island, hopping to and fro every town––well, almost every town. She was actively avoiding Fremont for good reason, or it was good enough a reason in her head anyway. She had to know what it was about the place that made him run away from their life in Portland to this life here. A sigh of defeat left the hollows of her chest as she people watched. Her efforts to discover why Elisabeth was surely a better fit for him were abysmal. As far as she could tell, it was just a small community doing regular things. Or perhaps it was someone that had reeled Blake Dakota in. Either way, she was here for answers, and while she wasn’t ready to confront the source of her predicament for them, she was ready to start pestering others about it. “Hey!” she exclaimed, catching the attention of an innocent bystander. “Do you happen to know anything about Fremont, or I don’t know…the fishing community?” She was certainly no detective. It might have been better to ask someone in Fremont, but again, running a higher risk of running into him wasn’t in her interests at the moment.

Safia jogged over to the male who seemed to be having some trouble, hence being on a seat. She’d jogged past him and made note about how hard he was breathing but she hadn’t suspected she’d find him on a seat. “Are you okay?” she questioned the other with a raise of her brow as she pulled out a spare bottle of water she had in her waist band. “I promise I didn’t drink it but it seems like you might be more in need of it.” While she was struggling herself after months of not jogging, she didn’t feel like she was faint of breath or energy. Pushing a strand of hair from her face, she plucked open the wallet and looked into it. “It’s not that I think you may have stolen from me, but you really never know.” She was in fact making sure he hadn’t slipped a few bills out for himself.

“Yeah we do, it’s alright though, I uh, I’m not that memorable,” he joked with a slight shrug, sure that more people remembered Zay but he had always had the more charming and extrovert kind of mentality. His smile turned up a bit at the idea of being familiar to him and he decided to not sell himself so short. He really had to stop. He wasn’t a teenager anymore and his shyness had to develop some time. Maybe not right this moment but some time. “I mean Kindle’s aren’t terrible but I definitely prefer a physical book, make the experience better for me, more…complete, I guess. That and digital screens and I like to have a healthy relationship.” That was evident in his limited social media usage but it wasn’t like he didn’t watch a lot of Netflix. “Uh…week..two weeks maybe depending on how drawn in I am but I usually can’t go to another one until I finish the first but I’m a pretty fast reader. That sounds like i’m bragging but it’s just a fact, really.” He adjusted the books in his hands again before thanking Rafael for the bags, using his help to get them in there safely. “Thank you for that, wow, I might need to up my upper body workout cause these books did a number,” he joked. “Are you..busy? If uh, if you can drop me off, I’ll make you some coffee or tea..whichever you prefer.”

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An amused laugh spilled from pursed lips with a playful roll of her eyes. “Well, yeah. But it’s better for your skin to get a little bit of sun.” Phil retorted, giving him a teasing grin. “I was actually on my own walk and wanted to soak in some rays while I can. It’s gonna start getting cold again soon.” She reached down to pet the dog, softly on it’s head and glanced his direction. “You wanna come watch a movie while I call over a pet groomer for your pup? I’m sure they’d enjoy the spa day.” Don’t think Ophelia’s generosity came easy. She only saved that for those that she held close to her. She’d known Rafael for years and the fact that they both grew up without one of their parents had brought them close in school. Though, Ophelia was always surprised that Raf continued to stay friendly with her over the years, despite the rumors during school.

          He watched his daughter play in the water. Barefeet the way she liked it. He had asked her not to stray too far away and she seemed to be fairly complying. It was nice to see Tortue Cove with a public again after the happenings a few months prior which kept most people away from the beach altogether. The island seemed to be recovering as a whole and that was just about what they could ask. Let bygones be bygones. He stretched his legs in front of him, surprised when he saw a dog approaching but smiling when he saw that Rafael was following. “Blue keeps looking for them even though I said there was none,” he grinned and leaned his back on the seat. “Doing some late night dog walking?”

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Safia needed to get out of her apartment. Since her return into town, she had been cooped up inside feeling grotesque amounts of self-pity. It was due to the fact that she had awoken feeling more like herself than she had this last month and that she’d consumed enough food in the last week to feed a starving family of four for a month that forced her on a run. With earphones in and her sneakers on, she took the same route she always did. The view of the water and crisp air of fall almost forced a smile upon her lips. She almost hadn’t noticed her earphone case tumble out of her pocket until someone upon the benches flagged her down. “Thanks!” She told the elderly woman before turning around to note another individual who had plucked the white case from the ground. 

“Sorry, that’s mine,” She said as she jogged over. 

Fonzie’s dog was so fat and lazy that whenever they went for a walk, the breaks taken were normally for Rumpel, his pug, rather than for himself. Not that he minded them, he normally directed them somewhere they could relax and take in the scenery, sometimes he would even bring a book to catch up on his reading. Today’s stop happened to be at their favorite bench at Tortue Cove and there was no need for a book as Alfonzo enjoyed sitting and watching the waves. Luckily, Rumpel did as well and after a while, the dog’s ever-present snoring synced with the rhythm of the waves. Upon hearing a gentle Hey, Fonzie jumped in his seat; both he and Rumpel had been so deep in thought that they did not notice Rafael and his dog appear. “Good evening,” he smiled warmly at the young man. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen any turtles here, but it would be fun to spot one,” Fonzie replied. “Have you ever seen one?”

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“Uh we uh live in the same neighborhood,” he told him softly, a little embarrassed that he remembered and Rafael didn’t but then again, it wasn’t like Sean did a lot to get himself noticed. “That would be great, yeah, I mean if you can just give me a ride and help me drop them inside that would be amazing.” He managed to catch his breath and his own nerves as he picked up the rest of the book and followed him towards his car. “Uh just like four blocks down. It’s a little yellow looking house. Beautiful azaleas out front,” he added with a proud smile, not sure Rafael would know what he was referring to. “Are you a big reader? Any of these books I’ve got here, I…highly recommend.”

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As Rafael approached, Phil eyed him from the side. “Sure. If you say so.” she answered, brow flicking up in an arch as she spoke. Her head swiveled back to her phone, where she’d been previously focused. Before anything could be seen on the screen, she quickly padded the stand-by button and her phone went dark. A slim hand pushed the mobile device into the pocket of her jacket before her attention spun back to Rafael and his dog. “Dog taking you for a walk again, or are you hiding out from problems at home, too?” Brown eyes flicked over toward the golden-doodle in question as her hand reached out to let the canine have a sniff.

Location: at an outdoor table of some pretty cafe/bakery

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As she slowly munched, she suddenly heard the footsteps of someone close by. Merely sighting them from the corner of her naturally wide, round and deep set eyes, she thought their form looked familair, despite the fact that Kyra hadn’t even really looked up properly, having only flicked her luminous black orbs sideways for less than a millisecond glance.”Hey!” she called out to the other person loudly, as her hand then stretched to pick up another tiny piece of cake and dipped it into a new frosting which she hadn’t tried yet. “Do come on and help me finish up these 2 platters of cakes,”  she offered, her concentration still fully focused on the pieces of food in her hands and not yet on the other. Everyone who had met Kyra knew she had a huge sweet tooth and very keen sense of taste, which was why she was asked to tag along for a wedding cake testing session for a close family friend. However due to an unfortunate event, it now seemed like the wedding was most likely to be called off and the furious bride-to-be had just stormed off to search for the man who had just brought the bad news to her, leaving Kyra alone with the now obviously forsaken cakes, fillings and frostings which had come in a bountiful variety. And wouldn’t it be such a waste if no one enjoyed them?

these are what the the platters probably looked like : X  , X  , X ( feel free to delete this sentence n links upon replying XD i just wanted to show a visual of what’s being spread out on Kyra’s table rn ;) )

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Sean was hopeful the blush couldn’t be seen on his face as he heard the other guys voice and he was just grateful he hadn’t actually hurt himself. He struggled to find his words as he got to his feet and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay, it’s..not the first time and it probably won’t be the last,” he admitted. “I know-I mean, um, I’m..I’m Sean,” he told him and held out his hand for him to shake. Rafael of course probably didn’t know who he was, he was younger than him but he had seen him around and they lived in the neighborhood. He was cute and seemed sweet and if Sean was more social he may have talked to him before now but instead he was embarrassed and dusting himself off as he grabbed a few books. “I usually have a bag with me that I use but I forgot it this time, its amazing how you can have such routine and then one time you forget it’s..disaster. I don’t live very far. You weren’t going into the library, were you? I dont want to shorten your trip.”