𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉

The fading blue and black eye of Eric Kim was still slowly fading from a night he tried to forget. The mugging that took place seemingly spiraled into a series of unfortunate events. A BUTTERFLY EFFECT. 

Circumstances of that night would inspire his little sister to continuously press for Eric’s ownership of the car. Despite his feelings towards being behind the wheel. In her defense, what happened to Eric would not have happened if he’d just waited for him to pick her up, or driven himself home. Since he wasn’t fond of driving, he tried to put off those arguments with a silent treatment. Which would result in a pair of keys, and a bitter note about how the car needed an oil change. That’s what caused him to wonder into the establishment, however, he was regretting immediately. Eric placed the wrench back down, causing a loud CLANK which wouldn’t help his case.

“  I was left specific instructions to show up for an appointment .  I suppose I’m in the wrong place?  ”

viktor still questioned why the stupid owner made appointments when the place was always empty enough that anyone could walk and have their car checked. it was an extra waste of time. another moment where he could be focusing on car and was instead having to waste minutes of phone calls. 

he tried to protest to the decision. refused to answer the phone at all when he was, but alas, there were other employees, other shifts, other people who did not share his force of will and opinions on phones. “ you are probably in the right place. ” 

“not happening.” malia shook her head, after viktor shot the arrow it had been her turn to do so– it sailed through the air almost effortlessly and hit the cup dead in the side. years of PRACTICE and concentration. not in the slightest bit rusty, and it showed. a look of being unimpressed on her features as she turns towards him. “i call bull, no way is someone better at shooting arrows than me. find another target, this time I’LL go first.” was she suspicious ? no but didn’t think anyone could be better at her than that. and no way was she giving up, too competitive for that. “next, you’ll tell me you can sonic scream too. i’d pay to see that one though.”

Sully blinked. 

once.

Twice. 

Three times, his eyes lidded with confusion as he held a socket wrench between his fingers, looking it over with general curiosity. He’d been spinning it around as he waited for someone to appear for some time now– though, not in the same place. He’d wandered around, picking things up and inspecting them, making notes and googling. Sully, today, had a particular interest in learning how to put together a new bookshelf. Since he had little to no idea how any tools worked and didn’t really understand anything he was being presented with on youtube or the instruction manual, he figured someone who worked with tools and things would be able to point him in the right direction. 

“I wanna put together a bookshelf.” He said, plainly. 

The sudden shout forced Atticus to drop the spanner that he had been inspecting. It fell with a clatter, disrupting the serenity of the space. Atticus’ features spoke of his regret. His inquisitiveness, at times, was a definite flaw. “Yes, yes, noted! Sir, I offer you my profound apologies.” The smells that lingered here were quite peculiar, but Atticus found that he liked them. There was something comforting about this place that harboured such a militant individual. “I want to obtain my driving license. Do you teach?”

“I’m a nosey bastard, sue me,” Ender remarked. Although that very trait came in handy with the job, so he viewed it as more of an asset than anything else. Then at the same time, he could also understand why it might be an annoyance to other people. “And not really a five year old, just a simple dude who enjoys 80s music. Then proceeds to get distracted easily,” he fired back with ease. He managed an eye roll at the thought of himself - of all people - looking for a weed guy. While he had no problems with those who used it for one reason or another, he was as straight laced as he could be when it came to things like that. “Not really the local stoner or one of them really. Not to mention that I haven’t worked in narcotics or anything affiliated with that department for four years.”

“I promise you that my hands haven’t touched anything,” Ender vowed as he held up his hands to show that they were empty. Then for good measure, he took a couple decent steps back from the toolbox. He could only hope that would be enough to show that he didn’t want to come off like a dick. “Just came closer to hear what was on the radio then I kind of got lost admiring the set you got here, ridiculous as that sounds,” he continued. And it was the truth because he was always a sucker for identifying songs, plus he had a way of doing it so quickly that he called it a party trick. Then the tools caught his attention in the same way they might have called a crow over to them. They were shiny, but unlike crows, tools also carried plenty of memories for the detective. But he cleared them out of his mind and kept his hands held up for a few more moments until they dropped to his sides.

malia shakes her head letting her blonde hair cascade down her back, a wide smile on her features. all dressed up in her the archer outfit which was a dark black. ironically or not so her favorite color. she also knew it wasn’t good looking forward to mayhem. being the one to cause it. but it somehow, someway made her feel better for what life had done to her. she grabs an arrow out of the quiver, and prepares to line up a shot. but not just yet, not when she wanted to make sure she hit it first. “ hope you’re prepared to lose. this is nothing for me. “ she also liked competition, so to say she was EXCITED too was true. “ and man do i love some competition. so i’m in, of course i am. you had a good bargain from the start. no way you could make this any BETTER than that.”

He’s wine drunk and stupid. Peppering kisses around her jaw and neck, ignoring whatever song his spotify playlist had turned into, switching between laughing and kissing, and joking with her. The world was a chaotic, lonely and terrible place, but this close to Jude— It all seemed to wither away. It was only them. In the middle of his small apartment, his smaller living room, surrounded by sleeping dogs, and the warm buzz of alcohol, floating in that continuous cloud of bliss.

                  “   absolutely not true,   we find   MOST   people insufferable.   there are far few exceptions to that than you may think.   “   head shook quickly,   shutting down his next thought.   “   no.  my little sister,   two years younger.   we haven’t talked since my dad died probably.   she blames me for it.   she’s   NOT   entirely wrong,   but mostly.   he had it coming though,   he was a   RAT   .   “

             “   i    DO   have a girlfriend,   though.   “   she laughed softly,   “   charming words truly,   well.   i suppose i made my appearance,   where are you thinking of going,  hm   ?   what’s fun for you   ?   “

          he shrugged, “ it’s the environment around you. money breeds horrible. ” the small nod of his head was the only true evidence that viktor was listening along. “ is this a fuck her kind of a situation or a you miss her kind of thing ? i mean, if he did have it coming, there is nothing really to be sorry about there. ”

“So, earlier, during my shift, this guy brought in his dog and the poor thing seemed really out of it, but also nervous and my boss was asking questions about what the pup had eaten, because he could potentially be poisoned, you know?” A chuckle escaped Aaron’s lips as he crossed his legs and wrapped his fingers around the soda cup in front of him. “And this owner was really evasive about the questions and eventually broke down and confessed the dog ate his marijuana. So we assured him the dog will be fine and we won’t report him. I don’t want to say I wish all my work days were like this, but it definitely beats actual emergencies.”

a frown marred an otherwise doll-like face, wide eyes staring at the screen of her phone. she pushed herself up onto the toes of her boots, even shifted to the side, but no. the angle still was not right. taking selfies was frustrating business. with a huff, she lowered her phone and was about to pocket it before her eyes landed on someone not too far away. she had her contacts in as well as a wig, which was platinum and ebony on opposite sides. her lips pushing up into a smile she walked up to them. “hello,” she greeted, her voice both smoky and melodic at once. “may i borrow your hand? i need it desperately.”

“i don’t know that sounds amazing.” luna wasn’t into violence but even she had to admit, movies made things seem really cool. “westerns are really fun to watch though, just for that reason.” she admits with a laugh of her own. “i kind of just needed the money and i know the owner through my mom. so i got an interview almost right away. and then i gotjob. my childhood dream i think was being a doctor or something like that. but turns out i really do like what i’m doing now, and mixing drinks.”