character — @dilanxbarak

The watch strapped to his wrist was a blessing and a curse all the same. To have fixed one thing broken was a step in the right direction, but was it even possible to make up for every terrible thing he'd ever done? Did he deserve the bite of the cool metal against his skin? His stomach twisted at the thought, his gaze dropping to the barely touched Chinese food he'd been eager to devour moments earlier. Head lifted and smile curved upwards at the sight of a familiar and the happy child who cooed over the buzzing of people. "Someone's wide awake and in a good mood today," he greeted, nodding towards Selvi. "Need a hand with her while you have lunch?"

CJ couldn’t remember exactly where he was the other night, but he only realized three days later that he must have dropped his phone there. Not that he didn’t know it was even missing until Wren had contacted Jeanie directly worried out of her mind something bad happened to her brother. So, after tearing through the apartment, both workplaces, and asking friends to look, he decided to try the alley on the side of some bar he recalled getting thrown out of with Seb in tow. He was this close to throwing himself into the dumpster to go searching for it in the trash, when CJ realized it was just a little too tall for him. “Hey!” He called out, noticing someone walking by, grinning when he recognized her from the ice cream shop those months ago. “I need you to give me a boost. I think my phone’s in there.”

character — @dilanxbarak

The frigid air of November was quickly reminding the woman of why she missed California or even the likes of Louisiana around this particular time of year. It had reminded her of Detroit the first winter roll around, but by the second, the nostalgic feeling of home had faded and the real chill had settled deep into her bones. "Thanks for coming out today, babe. Selvi with her dad? I hate that it's so cold out. I think so big smiles from her could have warmed me right up. How are things, by the way? Getting sleep these days?"

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“Y’know, I think ice cream parlors should, like, offer up eating contests that diners offer.” CJ contemplated aloud, stabbing at his rocky road scoop in the tub with the little plastic spoon. He knew he should have gone with the cone, but it was hot and he didn’t have it in him today to cope with the delicious ice cream dribbling down his arms. He turned to the woman next to him. “If you had to enter an ice cream eating contest and you could pick like, three flavors so you weren’t getting like, bored. What would you go for and why?”

character — @dilanxbarak

He'd been looking for a decent view of the stage when he spotted a familiar woman off to the side. "You think you'll be getting up on stage as a volunteer?" He was teasing and if anything, her pregnancy gave her the perfect out. Between the two of them. he was looking more volunteer-worthy by the second. "If they even look our way, I'm pointing towards you. Between the two of us, I think you'd have a better stage presence than me."

Albie was glad for his landlord, who didn't seem to mind that the man wanted to spend his free time gutting out the small apartment, and redecorating it. Honestly, he didn't even know what had gotten into him; he certainly didn't care about interior design in the various places he lived before; from couch-surfing to his closet-sized apartments when starting his career out in New York, to the fancy chrome condo in Vegas that came furnished. Even the house in LA was designed to Sheri's specifics. But here, in Providence Peak, he wanted his apartment to become his own. He had been at the sample of wall colours for a while, frowning as he flipped through the book. "These are the same shade, right? Like...what's the difference?" He asked, glancing down at terracotta and another terracotta, with a more pretentious name. "Can you see the difference?"

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Though the weather wasn’t at its best, it didn’t deter Albie from exploring what he could of the vineyard, before heading inside, curious about it and in awe of its beauty. The meeting was set up pretty hastily, not that he minded, and he decided since it was pretty last minute, to show up slightly earlier so not to waste anymore time. 

“Hey,” He said in greeting, to the only other figure he could seee. “Dilan? I’m Albie Torres, hopefully you were told to be expecting me.” He smiled, his eyes still darting from each detail he spotted. He had never really been one to coordinate with caterers before, but since he had decided to stay in Providence Peak, he had also made the decision to branch out where he could.

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Wearing a suit wasn’t the most uncomfortable part of the night, but watching happy couples twirl on the dancefloor without any worries in the world? That was the part that made him feel so uneasy. Whoever he lingered around would be implicated. If Nathan or any of his goons were watching, they’d figure out more than he wanted them to. However, for the sake of blending in and drowning out his discomfort of the night, he did his best to push those thoughts and worries aside. “It’s a shame I don’t remember anything from those dance lessons,” he exhaled lightly, hoping that Dilan could find humor in his joke. They’d paid for them and for what? “It’s good to see you again. Do you know Nathan? Seems like the whole city decided to show up.”