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ARTEMIS.

“ you just going to sit there, or are you going to join me ? ”

“ you must be drunk. ”

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SAM.

     A SCOWL CROSSES sam’s face at the sound of footsteps behind her. the brunette was not in the mood for company, by any means. dark brown eyes roll upwards, the rest of her head following to look over her shoulder at the approaching individual. a handgun carefully spun between her fingers, the sleek black metal all too familiar in samantha’s hands. painted lips quirk into an almost SARCASTIC smile as the other neared, with her coy voice sighing out– “what now?”

" here, please, ” ford says dryly, finger idly tapping the middle of his forehead as he walks towards her. he’s always asking for these moments to be his last, but life never let him. neither would sam. it’s thirty minutes before their arranged arms deal. however, he’s not early. an urgent matter has to be discussed. “ the deal, ” he begins, stopping in front of her, hands in pockets. “it’s a set up. ”

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SLOANE.

she feels a little foolish, allowing her mind to wander at the same rate her mouth can speak  —  her filter had long been absent, though there is a necessary buffer between sloane and everything she radically internalizes. but when ford provides even an inkling of a compliment, one can see IT  -  the flicker in oceanic hues, wide and wondrous, savoring the validation of someone noticing sloane for her music and not her affiliation.   ‘  you liked it  ?  ’  she quietly asks, and there is no salacious edge or invitations to read between the lines: just a young woman who has heard something nice for the first time in a long time.  ‘  thank you,  ’  a faint smile ghosts over her lips, her eyes return to the sky.  ‘  hey, did you know that there’s a constellation up there named after a puppy  ?  ’

the question floats in the air. it’s delicate, soft, light. he can almost feel the velvet of her voice against his roughened skin; almost hear it in her voice, how much it means to her. it shouldn’t. she should be used to such words, as much as how this shouldn’t be any of his goddamn concern. so he keeps his gaze forward, feeling her eyes on him, not offering much in response aside from a small, idle nod -- the best he can do. honest words sit on the tip of his tongue, but her comment about the stars has him swallowing them, buried in the pit of his stomach along with everything he’s left unsaid. instead, he looks up for a moment, brows furrowed with disbelief. “ bullshit, ” he mutters, and glances down at her. “ not falling for it. ”

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Well now…

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LORELAI.

                annoying the other was almost a daily activity that she had to check off her list , something that she looked forward to doing. it almost made her whole day to see the grumpy expression she would get each day. ‘ first , we both know with your attitude , i’d easily win that law suit & second , you can act all tough but i know you looooove me , ’ she stated , making sure the word love was exaggerated as her smile beamed on her lips.

there’s only a slight change in his empty expression with a small furrow of the brows, an unimpressed glare shooting from his eyes. a stark contrast to her overall visage. “ i don’t, ” he replies. “ you are the opposite of what i like in company. ”

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SLOANE.

sloane’s surprised by his offering   –  men rarely want to add MORE layers  –  but she graciously accepts, slipping the large jacket over slender shoulders as her baby blues lift upwards to the sky.  ‘  whatever i want  ?  ’  risky with a mind & a mouth like hers, but she relents and guides him through less … treacherous territory.  ‘  i suppose just about everyone in this life has this burning thought now and again—- y’know, what would it all be like if things had turned out differently  ?  ’  she finds her posture straightening as she delves deeper in thought.  ‘  i wanted to go to new york, be a real lounge singer. maybe even try broadway. i mean, i’d also need a time machine for my pathetic 1940’s fantasy, but … there’s gotta be people out there who still love the classics,  right  ?  ’  she swivels her head in his direction,  eyebrows arched curiously.  ‘  do  you  ?  ’

she steals his attention when she speaks, steering the conversation in a different direction to the one she usually goes for. he listens to her, surprisingly rather intently, standing next to her like a stupid lamp post, subtly watching her watch the sky. in that moment, he almost feels sorry for her. what’s stopping her? ford knows little of sloane and her story, but he hopes they don’t share too much in common for those thoughts -- the what ifs -- to be useless. “ i-- sure, ” he replies, looking back to the street as she turns. he doesn’t quite know what counts as the classics. “ the song you sang three nights ago. closing one. ” he clears his throat. “ that was okay. ”

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ANDY.

there was a lot going on that had her preoccupied, she thought the same was true for a lot of people right now. she can feel ford’s eyes on her but she elects to ignore it and instead, text the people on the clean-up team to come and do their job. she does take the cigarette with a small thank you, though.

ford takes a step closer, extending his lighter towards her and brings the flame to the tip of her cigarette. his detached gaze is fixed on her as he does so. there isn’t a need for conversation in this very moment, but he can tell how crucial it is to have one at some point. 

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laptop is bein an absolute c*nt dpmo @@@ so imma hop off but just wanted 2 say im away for the weekend so will probably miss the event. ford probably gonna be in some corner just watchin everyone like a hawk whilst counting sheep. exciting stuff.

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SLOANE.

‘  at least that’s one thing in your life that’s sunny,  ’  sloane points out, a cheeky grin dimpling her cheeks as she’s decided to make an evening of pressing ford’s buttons. demurely seating herself on a slab of concrete that’s always been quizzically slotted beside the entrance and slipping off her heels, she quirks a brow at him.  ‘  is it really so awful to make conversation  ?  are you too much of an intellectual  ?  do i have to wax lyrical on nietzsche or high brow things  ?  ’

ford gives her a look, seemingly unimpressed, but there’s a fleeting glint of something different in his eyes. he appreciates the wit, can’t dispute it, so simply nods once with a low grunt of agreement. habitually, he slides off his jacket and hangs it in front of sloane -- to sit on, put on, cover herself in case of accidental flashing, whatever -- before saying with a small sigh, “ please, don’t.” she knows nietzche; not surprising, not expected. just new. “ you can talk about whatever you want. ” he casts his gaze towards the street. “ i’m a better listener. ”

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ANGEL.

      “ c’mon ford, ” theo whined slightly, giving his shoulder a small poke, “ i’ll be good, i promise, i just want to sneak around a little, ” she bit her lip a little, “ besides, if you wanted me to turn around, i’ve been up for it the whole time i’ve known you; what changed? ”

his gaze finds the spot where her finger made contact, stares at it for a beat, then lifts his gaze to meet hers again. “ no, ” he replies sternly. “ nothing’s changed, angel. you know what i meant. ”

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FINN.

he shouldn’t get so mad at ford of all people. when it came down to it, finn probably only truly trusted ford and sam. just he was still weird with people in his personal space. he sighed, “of course it is. you got stuck for being on duty tonight?”

ford understands why his comment may have agitated finn’s nerves, so he allows a conversation. if just for a moment. “ every night ‘til things settle down, ” he replies. a pause. “ unless needed elsewhere. ”

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Kovu as eternal moods (requested by @mister-ds)

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HAYDEN.

❝ did you fucking see this ? ❞ hayden asked, slamming the newspaper against the table, a deep sigh escaping his lips. the café as crowded as usual, but his angry question still echoed around him, startling looks from people all across the place. ❝ can our lives get any fucking worse ? like, for real. first the bombing, then the feds, and now this shit. it’s like karma is finally catching up to everyone. ❞

ford sighs at the outburst. but before he attends to the karma-biting issue in question, he finishes cutting his bagel in half. he takes a full bite and picks up the newspaper. it’s the third time he’s read it, picking up on something different every time. “ an inside job, ” he says plainly, as if stating the weather, keeping his voice low. “ it’s about to get plenty worse. ” he takes another bite of the bagel, swallowing it down with some coffee. “ and if we’re not careful, ” he shoots hayden a telling look, “ we’ll either die out here or dressed in orange. ”  

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ALEJANDRA.

‘  i’m open to many things, i really am—– but this  ?  ’  she flashes the wishlist that a potential client’s just sent, glowing grotesquely on her screen, bright eyes widening in horror as she recoils the phone back.  ‘  i feel like that has to be unethical in some way. and a little painful,  no  ?  ’

features twist ever so slightly into a grimace. “ you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. ” he knows the option is there for alejandra, and those alike, to take but he’s unheard of many, if at all, that’s decided to take it. “ who’s the guy? ”

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AJAX.

With a mounting pressure that seemed to felt more like two invisible hands squeezing his skull, the straight whiskey in front of Ajax was like the elixir of life, and the sole reason his day hadn’t been a complete and utter shitshow. 

Brothel patrons that overstayed their welcome, upset escorts and a sneaking suspicion that there things weren’t entirely as they should be in his inner circle had made his respite to The Church an all too necessary escape. 

While others may not have regarded the interior of another Valdez bar as remarkable, the place was hallowed halls to him. Ghosts of the passed occupied empty seats, and sometimes if the light caught just right, he could swear he could catch a glimpse of a long forgotten memory playing out before him like some twisted de ja vu. 

(Not to mention, he was rarely bothered when he was there – until now, it seemed.) 

Raising his glass to his lips, he spoke to the presence that he felt approaching him before he drank, feeling no need or desire to look and see who it was. 

“Before you open your mouth, if whatever you’re going to say isn’t going to end up or relate to making me some kind of money, save it.”

ford’s footfalls continues to drum against the floor, steady and determined. had ajax been facing the other way, perhaps he would’ve saved the preamble because never has ford made such entrances for trivial matters. or perhaps ajax was sick of talking about the supposed mole.

“ toby tansley... ” he walks around ajax to face him. “ again. ” 

toby tansley has sharp, pointy features with thin, cunning eyes and a cheap smile. he’s not the only customer seen with a wedding ring, but the first to accuse a girl for stealing one, which isn’t the only issue. he’s been flagged far too many times, and despite being ajax’s most customer, enough is enough. 

“ paid me double to keep quiet. ” ford throws a wad of cash on the table. he doesn’t need it. “ he’s in room one. just breathing. ”