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Went looking for a sign but instead I got a message  --

BASICS

NAME: Christopher Rose

NICKNAME: Topher, Toph

AGE: 25

BIRTHDAY: July 4th

GENDER: Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him 

OCCUPATION: DJ / Music Producer

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Tay couldn’t help but laugh at the response, nodding a few times. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I don’t know, he was a big guy. The kind of guy who looks like he could really toss you around a bit, fuck you up and make you wanna call him ‘daddy’, y’know?” He laughed, rolling his own eyes, and took another look around him. Yeah, he wasn’t getting his shit back anytime soon. “Eh, it’ll be alright. He’s gonna realize pretty quick my wallet wasn’t worth stealing. Can I bum one of those from you, by any chance?” He asked, nodding at the cigarette Topher had come out to smoke.

Topher looked down at himself before back at the other. He wasn’t necessarily short, but he was small. He was easy to throw around. “Probably that way, but probably isn’t hard to find someone in this place.” He took the pack out, offering one out and the lighter. “Could find him and burst in at work or something, a real movie drama look could be fun.”

˙ ˖ ✶toph

“So what you’re saying is I should take you to a water tower so we can make out and do more than just that? On it.” Omari teased, but in hindsight he would do this for Toph, just would prefer somewhere less public or at least a place he hadn’t been taken to before. “You are, but I’m Velma considering my job is literally solving mysteries and or just finding out if the husband or wife in question is cheating.” he shrugged. “So you want to be my daphne? You do realize she’s always tied up, so I’m assuming you want me to buy rope or something?”

He chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward to give Omari a kiss. “If you wanted to make out with me all you had to do was ask,” he whispered against the other. “Not in the live action 2005 version. There she’s just badass and hot. I always thought Velma and Daphne would be hot together,” he pondered for a moment with a hum. “Can’t say I’ve ever been tied up though. Could be fun.”

         it’s  the  weekend ,    which  means  if  penny  isn’t  dancing  at  work ,    she’s  dancing  at  the  club .    it’s  the  only  way  she  can  get  her  brain  to  turn  off ,    the  inner  monologue  of  how  fucking  wrecked  her  life  is  at  the  moment  dulls  down  to  a  quiet  hum .    she’s  sniffling  slightly  as  she  returns  from  the  bathroom ,    leaning  on  the  bar  counter  as  the  bar  tender  approaches .   as  she  orders  her  tequila  soda ,    blue  gaze  meets  that  of  a  man’s .    a  familiar  man’s .     penny  recognizes  him  after  only  a  moment :   safety  pin’s  debut  album  was ,    like ,   all  she  listened  to  the  summer  she  was  16 !    and  topher  was  her  favorite  member  at  the  time ,   too .   what  the  actual  fuck  is  he  doing  here ?    her  heart  immediately  begins  to  race  like  she’s  a  teenager  all  over  again ,   but  she  plays  it  cool .    offers  a  coy  smile  of  her  own ,   and  a  coquettish  wave  as  the  bartender  hands  her  a  glass .    it’s  an  invitation  and  a  direction  at  the  same  time :   she  wants  him  to  come  to  her .

Topher took a moment after the smile. He wasn’t going to find someone to go home with or to take home. He wasn’t going to set out to meet new people tonight, but he found himself walking over to the small blonde. Leaning against the bar with his own drink in hand, he looked back at her. “Hello,” he gave a small head nod before taking a sip of his beer. 

           vivienne’s  love  for  music  is  something  she  holds  close  to  her  chest .    it’s  a  vulnerable  thing ,    isn’t  it ?    to  create ?   either  way ,     she  has  found  someone  she  can  trust  with  this  part  of  herself  in  topher .     viv  sits  with  her  guitar  on  her  lap ,    idle  plucking  of  the  strings  ceasing  when  the  boy  hit  play .     her  head  bobs  along  to  the  beat ,   unable  to  stop  the  smile  from  curving  her  lips  as  she  listens .    ‘  that’s  actually  sick .   what  kind  of  vocals  were  you  thinking  for  it ?   ’   

He shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I’ve got something I was working on but I don’t know if I like it yet. I was thinking a different beat, but I guess it may not sound bad with this. He dug around next to him for a notebook, flipping around until he found the bit of song he scribbled one day. “Another bender, I lose control. I thought I’d get it back when you came back home to me, darling. But I never had it, did I? Your heart’s a trick and all the magic we felt was just a hit”

“i mean, neither do i,” alecto said, putting in the order for the cook and going to grab the pot of coffee and a colorful mug. she poured him the cup and added the cream. “do you want anymore than that? i’d rather a little than a lot since i can’t take away what i’ve put in.” she offered a shrug. "this podcast just happened to appear out of nowhere pretty… yeah, pretty soon after the mayor’s disappearance and basically, long story short, it implies that something malicious could be going on in this quaint little town and that you can’t even trust thy neighbors because they’re full of secrets.”

Topher didn’t do ‘spooky’. Sure there was always time around October for kooky, but actual real life disappearances? No thanks. He wanted nothing to do with it. “Are you sure the podcast didn’t come out so quickly after the mayor because they took him?” I live in a gated community, I wouldn’t trust my neighbors as far as I could throw them was a thought, but he kept it to himself.

Doug sighed faintly as he waited for his coffee. His life had slowed significantly in the past year. The accident had put him on hold. Between time in the hospital and then rehab, he’d missed storm season entirely. He had other work at the weather station but this was likely the longest he’d stayed in one place since he’d been a child. He was still getting used to it. His head tilted to the young man next to him and he rolled his shoulders. “Well I don’t know about you but I plan to go surfing once I get a needed dose of caffeine” 

“Surfing?” He rose a brow looking over at him. He didn’t really think much of the activity. He didn’t know how to do it either. Being vulnerable on open water wasn’t exactly his idea of fun. “I didn’t realize people surfed in the northeast.” Did people even surf in Florida? He thought it was a California thing for sure, Hawaii..the warmer waters of the Gulf. 

MALA.

‘yeah, yeah. that’s old news, toph. keep up.’ mala said as she laughed at his pure confusion. rich people were the funniest people because they were so clueless about the rest of the world. ‘oakley court. all the young people live there, it’s fun and cool. i’m excited!’

“Obviously not all the young people.” He knew he was a weird case. He knew that the majority of the people he lived around had more of a warped view. “Fun and cool. I mean, if you say you’re excited sure. I still don’t know about roommates though. You may be on your own for that one.” He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to deal with roommates. He had dealt with his brothers growing up and then the band. He had enough of living with people.

TOPHER ROSE as... HARRY STYLES

“there’s a lot to do in this town, i mean a guy once took me to a water tower for a view of the town.” he shrugged. “we could go out to eat, go roller skating, go watch a really bad movie, or we could try to solve the mystery of the missing mayor?” omari mused trying to not yawn seeing as how truly tired he was. “either way, I don’t think anything here is bad if you’re in good company. but the whole mystery thing we might need a few more people for that one, make our own mystery inc.”

Topher just looked over at him as he tried to figure out if any of that sounded good. “If a guy is taking me to a water tower for a view of the town, I’m expecting to at least make out a little bit, maybe more. As for the mystery gang, as long as I’m Daphne, I’m cool with it.” Surely he could be Fred, but Daphne was far hotter in his mind, and the idea of being ‘the hot one’ sounded better than being ‘the leader’. Someone else could be Fred.

@vivpari​

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Topher didn’t do well at trying to relax. He had been go go go for the past 10 years that now he was supposed to just stop for a moment and he didn’t know what to do with himself. Writing his next album was going just fine. The house was fine, the cleaners having been there that morning. Chicago and Sinatra were at the groomers. Topher found himself in a weird position for the day where he had no idea what to do with himself. He leaned against the counter. 

Relief painted her expression as he agreed to help, her entire five foot form sagging with it as she shifted her bag from one shoulder to the other. “Oh my goodness, I am so thankful for you, Sir. I been wanderin’ around far too long and honestly I think I was just makin’ my situation worse. I never did have much of a sense’a direction, it was just silly’a me to forget to charge my phone. I’ll probably be livin’ off of the GPS for the next month before I really get my barings.” It was nearly impossible to get lost in Brantley and she’d never stepped foot outside of it before coming here. “Are you new here as well? I just mean… considerin’ you kinda have’ta confirm and all’a that.” 

He scrunched up his face getting called sir. “Toph.” He introduced himself mostly so she wouldn’t call him that again. “Don’t worry about it. Happens to everyone at some point.” If he could navigate the streets of Manhattan without a GPS, surely he could navigate Moorbrooke the same. “I guess. I dunno. About 3 years. I just don’t know where everything in town is.” The New Yorker’s accent was still deeply engrained in his vocal chords despite not really knowing the last time he was actually settled in New York. It was definitely a stark contrast to the southern woman in front of him.