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Mae stimboard with controllers and keyboards, as well as pink and red colours!
Requested by: @vicehunt

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Her parents hosting a fundraiser for a local highschool had not been especially surprising per say, What was is that they brought her along though they did say they just wanted her to come on stage with them for the speech and they she could just run off. Atleast they where transparent about it, For now they wanted her to stay in the main crowd.
though that didnāt really stop her from edging out toward the outskirts of the crowd with a glass of lemonade in hand she also sensed a soul with very tainted energies that she found interesting, Though lemonade came first.
& HEADCANONS ;Ā xianne and jamie @vicehunt ā¶-ĶĖ ą¼ā¶
ā xianne & jamie ;Ā likely met in the most mundane way. despite both of their familiarities with the supernatural andĀ Ā otherwise,Ā it doesnāt come up until their third or forth time meeting. ā xianne ;Ā has this soft side to her that comes out when she interacts with kids that initially surprises jamie. he learns that she wants kids of her own, but for unspecified reasons she canāt or wonāt. ā xianne & jamie ;Ā eventually may talk about their respective fathers. xianne would joke about it of course, but her feelings are obvious ā the anger especially. ā xianne ;Ā at some point starts dragging jamie out thrifting. half the time they never buy anything, but xianne seems to take delight in scouring through the cast off items; and she tries to persuade jamie to try on the most ridiculous clothing she can find in the store with her. starts small with sunglasses, then moves up.Ā ā xianne ;Ā generally pushes jamie into having fun. part of her philosophy of life is spending it and she readily reminds jamie to do the same. ā xianne ;Ā never bothers to remember jamieās birthday. ā xianne ;Ā thanks jamie for his friendship at least once and changes the subject quick enough so as to not let him respond.
Starter for @vicehuntāĀ
Hitori had recently managed to score a position as a science teacher in this highschool not too far from where her and her brother were currently residing. By no means was she that passionate about teaching, but she thought it wouldnāt be too bad of a job to take on, and plus, not everyone got to get a job that they were necessarily passionate about.Ā
For right now however, she was currently meeting with other staff members in the school, getting to know everyone she was going to be working with beforehand. Some of the older teachers seemed more...unenthused about her given she was pretty young for a teacher, but she couldāve cared less. The school thought she was qualified enough, which was all that mattered.
ā So, youāre the vice principal of this school, huh? Nice to meet you. Nameās Hitori Yonaga. Iām guessing the principal already told you about me, though. ā
She had to say, this guy looked...she supposed handsome-ish on first glance, but she also got some pretty tense and serious vibes as well. She had a feeling already this probably wasnāt going to go that well. She didnāt care much though, she never cared about what people thought of her. And maybe she could have some fun annoying this guy. Gotta get entertainment somehow.
@vicehuntāāā asked:Ā ā dangerous to be out so late. ā | random dialogue
the young hunterās head turned towards the voice, eyes studying the older man. he was right in that regard that it was dangerous, but who was to say that he wasnāt a threat as well. even celestia, her faithful service dog, turned her head towards him. as long as there was no weapon on them, they didnāt need to lash out. just play the part of a normal teen.
ā frankly, anytime of the day could be dangerous if you think about it. just depends how stupid or reckless people are. ā she commented, as they closed the journal of past premonitions to avoid any prying eyes.
even with all varying types of premonitions they get, from the calm ones to the worst ones, in the end they all matter in someway. thatās how they got here in the first place... but there wasnāt a good enough lead at the time.
well, maybe there could be some info from this guy? itād never hurt to ask plus rowan could have an alibi if things go south.
ā though, if itās so dangerous... why are you out here? ā

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@vicehuntĀ STARTER ; (for mr. fowler)
when solar runs into the vice he's patrolling. there's aĀ Ā less savoryĀ sort of fellow a few rooms down, which has gotta be his purview. they don't have money, but if theyĀ Ā did,Ā they'd bet on it; they'd hung around long enough to see he's all business. solar parks their feline behind on the freshly mopped school floors, andĀ meows Ā !Ā dark eyes meet bright blue and orange heterochromia that reflects in the dim lighting. solar wags their little fluffy cat tail so hard their whole form wiggles where they sit.
now, telepathy tended to startle even folks that were used to the supernatural. undeniable. but solar couldn't rightly form words with a cat's vocal cordsĀ Ā either.Ā they give the man a slow, friendly blink and get right into it.
āwell hey Ā !!Ā you know, I think I know whatĀ Ā you'reĀ thinkinā. that guy's pretty mean, colors areĀ Ā allĀ wrong. but everyone's gotta eat, and he's not eating people ā-- just theĀ Ā cumulative negative emotionsĀ that gather around places like these.Ā Ā you know ?Ā ā solar's words are admittedly, utterlyĀ Ā rapid firedĀ Ā from being thought rather than spoken aloud. call thatĀ Ā bolt-action telepathy.Ā Ā āwhy, might be better to leave āem. got some nasty teeth, but nobody's here for him to hurt but you. I wouldn't want noneāa that ! ā
@vicehunt sent : [Ā traceĀ ]Ā senderĀ tracesĀ oneĀ ofĀ receiverāsĀ scars ( thinking related to what we talked about where jamie and gav had an Encounter in the past ? )
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"This one here," a finger tapped at one of the many scars decorating his left arm, a long mark upon his skin. "I got it in a fight when I was..."
Ah, ages. Years. It's so hard to keep track of them in his mind. Said fight happened a good forty years ago now, when he was in his seventies... but he couldn't exactly say that.
After all, to Jamie, Gavner was only thirty-three.
( ... or did Gavner say he was thirty-two? Gah, how he hated trying to keep these numbers straight! He should really start writing these things down... )
"Twenty-seven, maybe twenty-eight? Knife fight outside of a bar."
Seated within the otherās living room, the conversation had shifted to focus on the prominent scars which covered him. If every scar is a story, then Gavner may as well have been a whole library, given just how many he had.
( A hundred years of rough living would do that to you. )
While he spared the gruesome descriptions from his neighbour who he lived just down the hall from, Gavner was more than happy to tell the tales of the marks that decorated his body ā even if he did have to change a few details.
"...And these..." Gavner lifted the sleeve of his t-shirt up above his shoulder, fully exposing his upper arm. Criss-crossed in tiny hairline scratches and the remnants of a few deeper wounds ā telling of scrapes and slashes, at least one telling of a good stab into his flesh ā along with three scars which looked noticeably different.
( Bullets. Shot right in the arm - thrice, at that. )
"Well, most of these are just boring old scars from falls," a casual motion of his hand waved away any attention from the minor marks on his arm. āBut... This oneās from a different knife fight, and this one here I got after snagging myself on some metal in a shed...ā
He didnāt mind that Jamie was touching over his scars - their shapes were unique, the textures ever so slightly different - and there was no harm in such curiosity.Ā āAnd those...ā With a quirked brow, Gavner watched as the human traced a finger over one of the bullet scars, his biceps twitching at the touch. āAh lord, how long ago did I get those...?ā
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It was the morning of a summer day, right before it started getting too hot. Johnnie decided it was the perfect time to go for a walk with his dog, especially since it was the weekend and he had no particular place to beāthatās what he recalled, anyway. Kugel was more than delighted to burn some energy and perhaps get a few pets from various strangers that they passed. Much to his chagrin, however, there didnāt seem to be too many people out and about this early.
Johnnie didnāt particularly mind how uneventful it was; it meant no awkward waves or small talk. He usually didnāt mind those things, but with his dog, it made things a lot harder. Kugel was energetic and highly excitableā¦which meant the second he finally saw someone, he started running after them. The poor journalist was left being dragged along by his pet as he hurdled after the figure he saw.
The closer they got, the more Johnnie started to panic, leaving him calling out to his dog and the man. Alas, he wasnāt able to stop Kugel from yapping and jumping on the stranger, having to take a momentās rest to catch his breath. As he huffs with his hands on his knees, he weakly apologizes to him. āG-gosh, I am so sorry,ā he begins, taking a particularly deep inhale before he looks up at the other man while adjusting his glasses.
āHeās-heās usually better than this, I swear,ā he continues, and as he recovers, he gently fusses at the canine and ushers him back. āAre you okay though?ā He asks, turning his attention back on the strangerāor as Johnnie would call itānew acquaintance. āI know some people donāt like dogs and itās okay if you donāt butā¦I hope this didnāt ruin your day.ā