#davis.

The stupidly long fic I've been working on since last July required me to make up a guy who's not an OC so much as a plot device but now I'm invested in him so here's Davis, the Head of Investigations during Northmoor's directorship.

YOU FORGOT WE CAN’T DIE, RIGHT? Anyway. Glad Sarah found her brother. Or.. vice versa. She doesn’t seem to be taking to the change very well, though. I’ll let Two know he’s safe, just so he stops pacing around like that.

KENNA: davis

KENNA: my cousin just texted me and said he saw ivy

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Winnie Clarington-Smythe & @davisgools​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Friday, January 15th. Night.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Winnie & Serenity’s room.

Winnie was bored. Plain and simple. It was the first night of this trip and she wasn’t able to entertain herself in any capacity. Not to mention, the agonizing teen she had for a roommate. Of all people to get stuck with, she ended up with some bubblegum goody two shoes who’s grandma owned a bakery? It was a total shame she even had to share the same air with Serenity and Winnie was sure the smell of Goodwill bought clothing was giving her a headache, so she decided to go on a mission to find something fun.

She stowed away a bit of alcohol with her but that needed to be saved for special occasions. There was just nothing at this resort that would stimulate her senses well and she knew the minute she could sneak off the resort and go to some mall, she would be set for the rest of the day. With curfew already being put in place and it being well past 11, she hopped out of her bed and made sure Serenity was asleep peacefully in her bed. Fucking snitch. She wasn’t about to get caught for leaving their room. Creeping out of her room in her Chanel loungewear which was not her best look to date she wasn’t too worried about her appearance considering she was just on a hunt for Ivy. It wouldn’t be much, but a night of gossiping with Ivy and Ruby would get the blonde out of her boredom rut and away from her poor roommate. 

Walking up the hallway and searching for Ivy’s room, she got closer in sight to noticing that someone else was by Ivy’s door and 100% expecting it to be either the sappy Julien or lovestruck Benji, she was certainly surprised. “Davy Jones,” the blonde cooed with a smile on her face. “Don’t tell me I’m witnessing you sneaking into Ivy’s room. You know people would like so eat that up.”

... may i plead the fifth? - m.h.

i thi-think i am? i think men-n are... somethi-thing. - two!

NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT ME. - THREE.

please dont hurt me but i think youre in denial. also hey i like dudes - four.

Bisexual, but even that's debatable. - Davis / Five.