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"it's your problem because if that camera of yours goes anywhere near this direction i'll beat you with it," he replied easily, glancing up from his latest battered paperback. he liked this park bench, thank you very much, & he was here first, with little patience for amateur cinematographers. he gave a faint, sardonic smile at his movie pun. "when's the last time you actually read a book ? "

❝ i’ve decided to remain here and read instead. ❞ to richie, from jason

"YEAH? AND THAT IS ... MY PROBLEM HOW?" richie did not even look up. he had been messing around and getting ready to film something new and.. well, he had never let anything get in the way of his movies before, had he? absolutely not. it had already happened once and he had died for it and he was not amused. "reading's for boring as fuck people, mate. movies are more of my scene, y'know? PUN COMPLETELY INTENDED OR ... SOMETHING?" @sundrunked

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louis laughed a little, nearly disbelieving. he really had been right about that ego. sure, his gallery had come decently recommended --- seeing what the fuss was about was why louis had come by in the first place. & he had to admit, he was a little impressed. but he wasn't in the business of giving people an easy time. "i don't know, you might want to work on your advertisement," he replied. "i've been in the city for a few months now & didn't hear of your place until recently. i'm louis."

"WELL, I AM SURE THAT YOU HAVE HEARD OF ME. I AM QUITE FAMOUS AND.. EVERYONE HAS, AFTER ALL. NOTHING NEW THERE." lestat smiled, flipping his hair backwards, because.. well, that was the case. he did tend to be quite dramatic right now and no, he didn't see that changing anytime soon. "but.. yes, i suppose that we should indeed get to know one another." @sundrunked

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jason had never been one to bottle his feelings up. maybe, even without all of the memories that had sharpened him, he still had a tendency to turn any of the more vulnerable ones --- sadness, hurt --- into anger before he let them show, but fuck if they didn't show. he'd tell you straight to your face if you pissed him off. or enact some deranged revenge plan first, then do the talking. he was clever, strategic, but ruled by his heart one way or another. "so you don't upset anyone ? seriously ? playing doormat & venting via depressing park ballad isn't gonna do you any good."

HE KNEW WHAT HE HAD TO DO. DID THAT MAKE HIM.. STUBBORN? perhaps he did, but.. the guilt? the guilt was swallowing him whole and right now, he didn't know what to do about it. he was not selfish. wasn't he the reason why all of that had HAPPENED? yes, he had been and.. if he could do something to make all of this right? he would do it. wouldn't he? "eh, something like that, but.. i always vent through my music. that way? i don't really upset anyone," and these days? oh, he had a tendency to think... too much. he snorted. "nah. if only it were as simple as that." was that because he sang about the same person EVERY single time? that he always thought of her? MAYBE. HE COULDN'T STOP. HE DIDN'T THINK THAT HE WOULD EVER KNOW HOW TO."

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❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜ ( rachel / jason ) / @demongemz !

jason shrugged slightly, something almost self-conscious in the tense line of his shoulders. "well, you ever given me a reason to ? " he wasn't made of stone, he was just ... reserved. he'd put it that way. didn't like the idea of someone paying attention to how he looked anyways. "what do you care if i smile anyways ? "

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“we’re all alone. that’s the truth.” ( nicki & louis ) / @bejcwcled !

"you might be right." louis had spent ... much of his past century alone. he had his highs & his lows, lows more often than not. bouts of solitude, locked away with his books convincing himself that it was fine, he was fine. & sometimes he was --- he had a temper, little patience for fools, liked his art & his quiet. others, not so much. " & what of it ? can't there be some solace in your own company ? "

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trust me. i can handle a dangerous man. - stephanie brown / @desastreorcalamite !

jason watched her for a moment, evaluating. steph was fierce in a way he could respect, seemed like she knew how to handle herself. "mm. for some reason, i believe you. probably'd end up feeling bad for the sorry bastard by the time you were done with him." ( he wouldn't. he wasn't soft like that, more the type to tell her to kick his face in a little more. but it was the sentiment of the thing. ) he crossed his arms, glancing away briefly. "still, doesn't mean you have to by yourself. i'll be around. or whatever." he wasn't sure why it mattered to him so specifically, having her back when she was still a near stranger.

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" you see, i know your secrets " / @oficariian !

"you know my secrets ? " louis laughed dismissively, a slight undercurrent of nervousness to it. he ... couldn't place why, exactly. "what secrets ? i'm an open book, armand." he leaned back in his chair, watching him through slightly hooded eyes. "go on, share. what've you got on me, huh ? " he said it teasingly, crossing his arms loosely across his chest. he liked armand, enjoyed the director's company since their chance meeting at his theater. wasn't sure what to make of some of the things he said, had a feeling sometimes that --- maybe armand did know something he didn't. the way he looked at him with those eyes of his, something louis could drown in.

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"can't say no to a deal like that," he agreed, nodding slightly. he'd never been one to drink much, but he didn't mind a little every now & then. it'd been a long day, he could use a break. he'd never been one for much company, either, but. he could try. she'd been friendly, & she was buying. "i like whiskey, but i'm not all that picky. i'll have what you're having."

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donna smirked playfully at the other. "sounds to me like we need to remedy that then, don't you think? how about we make sure we're both drunk enough? first drinks on me!" she offered with a wiggle of her brows. she missed her best friends. missed getting drunk with them and making fools of themselves. while rosie and tanya may not be here? donna could make some friends here. some people to keep close to her. "what's your poison?"

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jason was still relatively new to london, but he'd quickly become a regular volunteer at the shelter near his neighborhood. wasn't anything big, just cooking the occasional meal & lending a hand where he could --- he'd always liked being in the kitchen. he'd just finished serving dinner when a new face caught his attention, sharp eyes narrowing slightly. it wasn't rare that he saw someone he didn't know, he had a good eye for faces but there were new people coming in & out of this place all the time. the recognition there, though.

he frowned slightly as the man approached him. "been here awhile now," he said slowly, radiating wariness. "what, you know a lot about what i do ? "

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He'd come to the shelter to donate and on his way out he noticed him. Jason Todd. Volunteering. The Robin before him. Even years of interacting with Jason, he never quite knew how to talk to him about everything. And now, he stood awkwardly in the same room as his adoptive older brother. Wondering if he should approach or if he should simply walk away and pretend like he'd never noticed him at all. It would be much easier to walk out but Jason looked up from what he was doing. His green eyes boring into him, and Tim no longer had the choice to walk away. He sighed and approached him cautiously.

"...Hey, I didn't know you volunteered. That's cool."

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he scoffed, no real bite in it. a hint of a smile tugged at his lips, even as he kept bickering back. "yeah, i've tried 'em. i might be a bitch, but only with good reason. what do you think i am, a --- bandwagon hater ? " jason was absolutely judgemental. & dramatic, historically. what could he say, he could never keep his mouth shut, & as far as he was concerned he'd never been wrong in his life. "can't stand coconut in candy. i mean, it's impossible to stomach."

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"someone's a little judgemental when it comes to things like this!" carlita mused but there was a slight teasing edge to her tone. "look, have you even tried them or are you just jumping onto the bandwagon that they're bad?" she questioned with a raise of her brows. "i know people like to say how awful they are but it makes me wonder how many people have actually tried them for themselves or are just following the crowd." she mused with a shrug, biting into her bounty bar with a dramatic hum.

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"excuse me ? " what the hell was it lately with strangers coming at him like they knew him & hated him ? who the fuck did they think they were ? he bit back confused, irrational irritation. she was just a kid. it was why he'd been wondering why she was coming up to him in the first place. a vampire, sure, judging by those eyes of hers --- but just a kid. "i moved to london a few months ago. live here, work here. i don't know who you think i'm grievin' --- hell, i don't know you."

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"that all you got to say to me, lou?" claudia questioned with a raise of her brows. the man who had once been her father. her brother. her family. before he picked lestat over her time and time again. "not happy to see me? what's the matter? still grieving over him?" claudia scoffed and shook her head. "what're you doing here? how long you been here? been hiding from me, have you?" she questioned as she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

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louis flashed a hint of a smile, taking a seat across from the other man. he wasn't always in the mood for company, had an tendency to occasionally isolate to devastating effect, but when he was he tried to make the most of it. "something on your mind ? you seemed a little out of it." confused as hell, more like, but he wasn't going to push too hard on a stranger, wouldn't mind a non-answer.

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"THAT IS A KIND ASSUMPTION TO MAKE, FRIEND," did it look as if he needed the company? perhaps it did and ... right now, criston had to assume that he looked as confused as he felt. he wanted to do something about it, but .. would he be able to? right now, he wasn't particularly sure of that much. was he? he didn't think so. "but do take a seat. i suppose i could indeed do with the company?"

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that was the question, wasn't it ? did he know him ? where did he know him from ? he'd had this sensation more than once lately, that he was missing things he should have known, people that should have been familiar to him. still, he came up with nothing, not even a scrap of a memory. he didn't like it. "no," he said slowly. "no, don't think we have. suppose that means we just have to get to know each other, then." he let out a small little laugh at lestat's reply, let the tension of his brief confusion leave him. "yeah, there would be."

"HAVE WE MET BEFORE? YOU SOUND.. STRANGELY AND AWFULLY FAMILIAR. FRIEND." lestat wondered, raising an eyebrow a that, because.. yes, there was indeed something very familiar about the other. something that he recognised, but.. FROM WHERE? HE DID NOT KNOW, NO. regardless, it didn't stop him from regarding the other with quite a lot of interest. right? "certainly. i must always look my best or.. there would be a problem, no?" @sundrunked

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the boy looked like a deer in the headlights at louis' lack of recognition. he tilted his head a little, looked him briefly up & down, like it would spark a memory. he was pretty, in a nervous sort of way. still bold, too. could make a better man than him want to take him apart. louis could picture it, the two of them, low club lighting, but that didn't mean he remembered it.

"where was this ? " it was clear as day that he still didn't recognize him. it was odd. louis had a sharp memory, usually rarely forgot a face. sharp recall was a benefit of vampirism, he thought. still, he supposed you couldn't expect him to remember every boy he'd met in his lifetime, pretty eyes or not. nearly a hundred & fifty years was a long time to keep track of one night stands.

Louis turned to look at him, and Daniel froze. The vampire obviously didn't know who the heck he was. There was no recognition in his weird freaky eyes. Jesus, had it meant so little to him? It was a pathetic thought, but he thought it anyway, and then the realisation. Of course Louis didn't remember him. He'd heard his story, poured out onto those tapes that Daniel hadn't even got to keep. He knew how many people this guy (this fucking creature) had killed. Why would Louis remember him? Daniel had been buried under the waves of memories of Louis' long, long, life, forgotten like the names and faces of every other victim.

But still. The guy didn't recognise him at all? Daniel blinked. "I -- We met... once..." he mumbled, feeling stupid. "At a club?" It sounded like a question, and he shoved his hands into his pockets. He wanted to say, you took me back to your place and tried to murder me, but, in a fucked up way, he was worried Louis still wouldn't remember him, even if he said that. So he didn't say it. He just stared.

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jason had never really been one for music, beyond some background noise while he drove, vague memories of his mom's indie cd collection back when he was a kid. but it wasn't a bad atmosphere, smoking in the park after a long day while some guy played guitar --- if it weren't for the fact that the guitarist was playing like he'd been dumped the night before. "seems like you need the vent more than i do," he replied, brows raised a little. "play your piece. you get cheated on or something ? "

HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HAD MADE HIM START PLAYING GUITAR AGAIN. MAYBE IT WAS.. WHO HAD ASKED HIM TO DO SO IN THE PAST. it was really all that he could do to keep his mind out of everything and as he waited for the right time to do what he had to do. not to mention that music had always been his escape.. even if when he played? his mind always went to the same place. he had been playing in the park -- a particularly sad song -- when he looked up and saw someone watching. "i know, i know, that was sad as hell," smiling sadly. how could it not be? "got any requests for what i should play next? promise i'll try to do my best when it comes to the happy ones."

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a quiet hum, & louis briefly moved into lestat's space to smooth a few rambunctious blonde strands, eyeing him appraisingly. "suppose you didn't do anything," he replied, stepping back with a tilt of his head, playful hint of a smile. "maybe i had a feeling that ego of yours couldn't bear looking a little off your game, huh ? " there was something about lestat he couldn't quite place. a way about him. despite all his cocky assurance that he was london's best & most famous gallery owner, or perhaps because of it.

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ to lestat, from louis

"AND PRAY TELL, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE SUCH KINDNESS?" lestat wondered, finding himself raising an eyebrow at that, because.. right now, he wasn't even particularly sure but he liked to think that he enjoyed having some company. it wasn't even that. for some reason? he enjoyed the other's company and right now, he didn't see that changing anytime soon. of course. at least.. there was something familiar about him. that he was supposed to know. wasn't there? @sundrunked