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did nick usually accept anything from anybody ? not really . he was not a giving person and not much of a receiver either , unless it was to do with praise or narcissistic feedback . mid way through a sip of his gleaming mineral water , he pauses , lid screwing back on . " usually i don't accept gestures from strangers but what the hell … it must be the christmas spirit , " hand out .
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location: outside inherited escapes
al's not generally an overly generous person, so standing outside of inherited escapes, trying to offload an extra coffee feels particularly mortifying. the first drip coffee she was given had a dash of whole milk instead of oat in it and her lactose intolerant ass could not handle that, but, of course, they let her keep the extra mistake drink once they gave the correct order. so now, here they are, trying to get rid of it, "you look like you need a large coffee with milk, amirite? free to a good home." they hold out the drink, hoping the lucky person frees her of this burden.
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nick wasn't the devil although at times it could get close , lines blurred . unexpectedly , he loved the holiday season . for someone who seemed to berate others as a hobby and rain down misery everywhere he went ( although his new neighbours were yet to discover this ) , he knew how to get festive . " keep a big secret , between us ? it seems like i need some more motivation for that … it would be unfortunate if everyone started to think you were the notorious chocolate thief , " voice edged with humour . you could never tell which side of him you were on but it was certain that nick would use any opportunity for entertainment . he cared little about the chocolate thief … or anything else as long as it wasn't somebody messing up his in home systems .
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the bike storage room
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ " yes, okay, i know this looks bad. " in one hand, sef holds a broken paperclip. in the other, a piece of paper. the door to the bike storage room sits slightly ajar, the other end of the broken paperclip jammed into the door handle lock. on a technicality, she is breaking and entering ; but if she broke into her own apartment because she lost her keys, was that a felony ? they live here, they normally would have a key to get in, if not for the fact they lost their keys. pemdas or whatever. it all cancels out. " i lost my main set of keys ── " again, " ── and to make losing my keys a little less drab and a little more fun, i hid my spare set with a treasure map. the thing is i don't remember the end of the treasure map and i needed my keys to get into the bike room to get to the next clue to find my spare set. " it's a very convoluted story. sef doesn't seem to notice. " so if we could just keep this between us and NOT tell management about it... that'd be great. i’d totally owe you one. "
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did nick believe for a second that something truly amazing got old ? absolutely not . despite his superficial nature , he was a strong believer in the idea that some things were timeless … including beauty . the few women that he had ever idolised … respected … he knew there was nothing about them that would do anything but get finer with age . a strange complex if you considered his unusual ability to attribute absolutely no value to almost anyone except for himself , " the right people will always be impressed . it's called taste , " as he finishes , standing up to grab his own jacket , a moment of contemplation . " are you ready ? i'm starting to get bored , " comes across as a joke but there's an obvious hint of truth in it if you look closely at his charming smile .
saffron glances down at the purple jacket in her hand after nick picks it out. she tosses aside her late 90s, buffyesque black leather duster, slinging it over the top of her sofa as all of her attention falls to the purple velvet blazer. "red is my color," she agrees easily despite finally pulling on a jacket of an entirely different color. "but if i wore it all time ... it's like jennifer lopez and the versace gown that she wore to the 2000 grammys," saff explains, reaching for her black baguette shoulder bag, "it was iconic the first time she wore it, but then she kept re - wearing it and eventually no one was impressed anymore."
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he took enjoyment from social occasions , the perfect opportunity to observe people and figure out what would give him the most enjoyment for an evening or two . he was insatiable . all the best people are . there was never anything somebody could do that would be enough for him , an impossible standard set by ego that even he , himself , could never meet because there was always something else that he must pursue , a new game to play . if people understood how bored nick could get then they might not have been surprised that his many issues had developed . when you barely felt anything then you would light any spark to discover what would happen when it reached the full throttle flame . dark eyes skimming over company , soft spoken words causing attention to shift and recognition of familiarity . mannerisms remind him of another unnamed figure that he hasn't seen in quite some time , " you could play a different game with me , " deep as grin grows to sparkling point , dazzling light in those eyes but no sign of flirtation .
𐀔⠀⠀’⠀⠀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 — open.
𐀔⠀⠀’⠀⠀𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — rooftop mixer.
marisol stood in the background , barely sipped drink swirled in 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑 every so often . they weren't comfortable enough asserting themself in the crowd just yet and found themself watching instead , trying to get a good idea of everything first to figure out how they should best behave , worried about giving the wrong impression or starting off on the wrong foot ; marisol was CURSED with a need to be liked . it didn't help that sol didn't fully understand the games taking place and had managed to miss some instructions by being so far back . they leaned over to ( 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ) and , with a rather hushed voice , they pondered aloud in hopes of some answer . “ do you know how to play this ? my knowledge of party games sort of is limited to truth or dare and i'd rather not revist that after the unfortunate altercation my big toe had one time . . . ” they shiver just at the memory ; one thing had absolutely NOT been awoken in them that night . — @santastarthq
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the devil may care , but nick lehoy didn't . his intelligence had equipped him with a lifetime of skills , a fascination for the mundane prospect of understand what other people wanted initially but later , just for how he could exploit that . it was scarier if he was interested in you than if he wasn't , being left on the wayside by him most probably a blessing . those that he seemed to become entangled with were always left scorned , left behind with a tale to tell about just how cruel he could but but nick was confident that he was always honest about his violent intentions . his deception was only in the form of people not wanting to see what was really there until it was far too late … someone like him functioning in a world that did not seem to have any point because everyone was directionless . still , it interested watching people run around themselves in circles and never learning from their mistakes , a thrill that he got from drama and chaos for a few moments that he had only ever otherwise got from narcotics , sex and sports ( which apparently , weren't good for him ) . despite his clear disinterest in jessie besides the orange juice and finding new ways to irritate him , nick seems to perk up at the question , quite keen on the idea that jessie thinks he has sussed something out about his new masterplan . " you don't believe it ? you really are smarter than everyone gives you credit for , " said with a clear undertone of condesention that was aimed directly at him , twinkle in dark eyes that almost looked black if you stared for too long when he adds , " why are you here ? i'm sure it's not because you wanted a nice chilean life , " he peers , tin chilted and grin growing . at the core , he was all about knowledge , all about understanding what could control others and he had figure doubt it wasn't hard to control jessie . a few of the right words , finger on the right pulse and … boom . that was why he decided to suggest , " how about a deal ? if you tell me why you're here then i'll leave you in peace for the rest of this little crossroads and tell you why i'm here … but , if you're not honest … well , i've never liked that , jessie . "
as much as jessie did believe that he was the most memorable person in the world and that he was important enough that someone would get so obsessed with him , they'd follow him all around the country . . . or at the very least , that's the perception he 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 himself to have . the part he allowed himself to play and fully invest himself in . . . he knew nick didn't care enough about 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 for anything that he was saying to be the truth . the worst part about nick was that he cared just as much about things as jessie did but times that by ten . . . which was , ( not at all . ) nick didn't give a single shit about most everything . it was one of the many reason jessie couldn't stand the guy . usually , he had that as his own personal superpower against people . not letting himself care , unaffected by everything . able to cause 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 around him without any feelings or thoughts about it . . . but nick . . . nick was another level and jessie hated it . deep down , there were things jessie did care about . meanwhile , it 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 there was nothing nick cared about . nothing for jessie to latch onto and drag into the dirt . . . in a way , that in itself felt like a personal attack towards the brunette . ❛ thought so , ❜ he commented , leaving it at that before his eyes narrowed as he looked at the ex football player . ❛ really , what're you doing here ? i don't believe for a second you came here and found god or whatever shit you're trying to make people believe now . ❜ as much as jessie wanted an answer to why nick was there and why he was being tormented with his presence . . . he very well could've been there for no reason other than , why not ? but in jessie's eyes , it 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 a good enough answer .
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nick wasn't really sure why he was there , this whole new persona as a decent human being seeming like a fairly draining play long term . still , he was finding it entertaining making a new spiderweb of connections in his new home … no one knowing the nature of his real behaviour yet . eating some chips that he had brought with him on his walk over , he pretended to pay attention and be deep in thought over the unremarkable question . ( not a reflection of the person talking to him but his lack of interest in anything that wasn't offering him a thrill of entertainment ) . " purple . although … i'm really envisioning red as your colour , " not untrue .
open starter / @santastarthq
time / 7:30 pm ( fashionably late )
location / saff's living room
saffron is certain that pulling her hair into an updo and throwing a lightweight jacket on over the same clothes that she wore to walk around the vendor's market during the day would transform her outfit into the perfect casual evening look for attending the rooftop mixer. "okay, so : black leather for a monochromatic look ... " she whirls around with one hanger in each hand, hoisting the black jacket in front of her body. " ... or purple velvet for a pop of color ? " saff lifts up the other jacket for a moment. neither one is truly necessary for the weather, but she's decided that at least one of them is absolutely necessary in order for her outfit to be complete.
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on the contrary , the creepiest thing about nick was his personality if you dared to look closely enough . he could dress it up , adapt to his environment like a reptile but there was something eerie about him if you managed to catch a glimpse of what was really underneath . he leans without so much as a thought about the contents of her words , explanation offered about urban legend or rather mythology . intelligent by nature , he hardly believes in things like that anything that didn't seem like reality was often perceived as pointless . fairtyale and folklore alike was just for those with feeble minds who realised that they would never achieve any real dreams and so comforted themselves in the solace of these imagined realms . " the myth is that men have to fight a demonic goat man for this one fair maiden ? " he asks , not fazed at all and only lured into the conversation because he had nothing better to do . he didn't think it was cool . he couldn't imagine a world where any woman would be worth that … especially if the mission seemed to have no positive outcomes . " that's why she's still in there , then . no offence but i don't see a queue of men wanting to face a demonic goat man for some chick that he's never even laid eyes on , " he laughs then and picks up another random ornament , not caring for the backstory . he was a man of culture when it came to some things but this was not one of them . although … one of these demonic looking things would go perfectly with his charcoal home aesthetic .
⸻ ✿ status / open , @santastarthq .
⸻ ✿ location / playa reñaca vender market .
a connoisseur of creepy, luna's peckish fingers and lively eyes gravitated towards the ' casa de lo macabro ' stall as though they'd been there before. it had only been five minutes and her arms had already begun to fill up with crystals, herbs, pressed flowers, and ceramic figures to adorn their shared apartment with her twin. her hands were moving so quickly it was hard to believe they were taking in any of the products they planned on purchasing. but when she comes across a decrepit and molting figurine standing in front of a cave, jewels dangling from its claws primed with an essence of blood, luna stopped in their tracks. ❝ oh my god. ❞ there's little regard for the person next to them as they shove the products they were just holding into the other's chest before delicately picking up the intricately crafted ceramic. ❝ do you know this myth ? ❞ there's a shift in her pitch as the excitement builds. ❝ according to legend there's long lost treasure buried in laguna verde cave, but it's guarded by a creature...⸻ ❞ they held the figure up closer to the other so they could get a better look. ❝ ⸻ not quite goat, not quite man, not quite demon... but it's been said has locked the treasure behind an enchantment on a young girl. free the girl, find the treasure, but not without grave and dire consequence like him ripping your heart out of your chest before you can blink. talk about a blood diamond. ❞ even in sharing a tale as horrific as that one, she still looks over their shoulder to the other with a bright smile and bright eyes. ❝ isn't that cool ? ❞
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it was ironic that somehow they ended up in the same hemisphere because while nick found it entertaining messing with jessie , he was relatively unmemorable to him . nick didn't care about anyone enough to follow them anywhere ( okay , maybe there was one person ) , never mind all the way to chile just to play some kind ��of long term mind game . no , it was more than when jessie appeared then nick was aware he could get his vengeance over his orange juice . that was all . " yes . you're actually right … i followed you all the way here because i'm so obsessed with you . i actualised my long term life goal : following you around because you are just that important to not just me but the entire universe . "
' ⏤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ╱ jessie + nick .
' ⏤ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ╱ @nicklehoy .
the fact that nick ended up in chile as well . . . was enough to drive jessie absolutely mad . . . which was 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 on multiple levels . for one , he was already mad . and second , there weren't many people that could actually have any real affect on jessie . simply because he didn't let himself stop and care for long enough . he didn't stop to let himself have any real connection to 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 . therefore , there was 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 that could ever be used against him , hurt him or affect him . it's how he'd always tried to be , how he forced himself to be , taught himself to be . ( an easier way to get through the day to day . ) but nick . . . the guy made jessie want to fling himself into the sun . probably because in some ways . . . frustratingly enough . . . they had some things in common . except nick as turned up to eleven . jessie had no advantage or control . he had 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 to hold over nick's head because nick cared even less than him . and that . . . that drove the male insane . ❛ are you stalking me or some shit ? why are you even here ?
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if YOU die because I poisoned you...how is that MY fault like I'm sorry you aren't immune to my poisons I think that's genuinely something you need to work on. Fix yourself before blaming others.
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