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bxlymxwll:

“A duck?”, the question came without thought, but if she was honest, his words had zero meaning to her. A duck was never something she had been referred to as a doctor. “You’re going to have to do some explaining for me because I’m at a loss.”

“Quack,” he said as if that explained it, that word a symbol of how he saw doctors in general, “Quack, Quack,” he added then, smirk cut deeper into his cheeks as his hands found his pockets. For as long as he could remember Orion had held a distaste for doctors---Quacks, the lot of them, with their pill pushing diagnoses and holier-than-thou attitudes. Heath frauds and liars---or so had been his experience. 

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mvxisms:

“I think that most people are like that at the end of the day, it just saves up a lot of time and there’s much less guessing.” The brunette said with a shrug of her shoulder before she eyed the male and smirked. “I can get behind that — and honestly, I’m starving.”

He chuckled, not agreeing with her statement though perhaps she was right. As the woman went on Orion would nod his head, taking the next left, “Food it is,” he near mumbled as he looked behind them, the feeling that they were being followed striking him suddenly—there one moment but gone the next as they neared another stop light. “Preference?”

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daniella-mxkos:

If Daniella had a nickel for every time a drunk man came knocking on her office door throughout every night, she’d probably be able to pay off the bar and retire early. She groaned and hung up the phone, assuming that this mans knock meant that the floor was getting busy enough that the staff were unable to tell customers not to head in this direction. Daniella walked over to see a man standing-or wobbling in front of her. She cleared her throat for him to pay her a fraction of attention in his state and crossed her arms. “Is there something you need help with?”

He looked up, back bent slightly as he took a breath, grin remaining as he’d chuckle mostly to himself. Orion stood there, or rather he swayed, that slight shift to his frame and the stench of alcohol hiding what was happening behind his eyes. Head abuzz, filled to bursting with the laughter that was not his own. Mumbled words---abject sound---Orion turned his head towards it, laughing once again, “Nope,” he’d finally say in answer to her question, the word popping from his lips as he looked down. Eyes opening as he looked to her briefly. Gaze darting after a slow blink to look around the room.

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valsantiago:

at a bar with @orion-fray

Friday night, and a night off at that. It felt like Val’s birthday came eleven months early, since it’s barely passed, and she wasn’t about to waste that occasion staying in, not a chance. Donning a nice dress and a pair of heels that felt like personal hell for her feet, Val occupied a seat at the nearby bar, sipping a drink and waiting for her co-workers to join her. She already had to deny the advances of a few moderately inebriated men, and thought she would have to do the same with the third one that leaned against the bar next to her, when his profile clicked with her memories. It had been a few months, but Val could still remember the state he was in when they arrived on scene, as well as his name. 

“Jackie Fray?” She called his name, looking to get his attention. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.”

Leaning against the bar Orion ordered another round, hand pounding against the cool stickiness of that wood as his head lulled to the side with the music. Smirk pressed into his lips, thoughts unfocused until the sound of another’s voice would be heard over the boisterous sound of the bar. Eyes opening wider, or rather focusing more upon the reality which stood around him as he sought out the sound of his name.

Blue hues falling upon a familiar face---a face which flashed him back to the last time he’d seen it. At the end of a tunnel---of that blackness. “Well if it ain’t the angel,” he’d say, teasing as a shot glass would be placed before him, hand ordering another as he slid it towards her.

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isaiah-de:

Zay narrowed his eyes slightly at the other man, watching as this dude forget to continue eating the mouthful of knock off swiss roll. Was this dude high? Zay sure as hell hoped not. He was off duty after a long shift at the station, which was to be followed soon by another long shift. He didn’t want to be making an off-duty apprehensions. “Bro,” he breathed out, shaking his head. “It ain’t like I’m gonna go home and eat all of these right then and there.” 

“Bro,” he echoed around another bite swallowing shortly after as a chuckle lifted his shoulders, “Seems like there’d be a better way is all,” he went on shaking his head as his eyes would shut. Orion stood there waiting, content with the chocolate that laced his tongue and the subtle hum to his thoughts---those usual boisterous sounds brought down to a whisper.

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bxlymxwll:

“More like wasted surfboard. My bail was cheaper than repairing my board”, she laughed, knowing that there was no point in trying to measure dicks at this point. There was going to be no changing his mind clearly, she would just have to deal with his squeaky clean idea of her. “But that’s that and I still got into medical school, despite my tarnished reputation.”

He laughed at that shrugging his shoulder, “Should have grabbed a better weapon,” he said as he chuckled, watching her for a moment as she went on. “Oh so you’re a duck…” something clicked into place for Orion then, smirk remaining, “Explains it.”

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gallowayarcher:

Archer just watched as Orion was playing around with his spit like a child would do. It surely was disgusting, but there wasn’t any kind of reaction to this sight on his face. It really was handy that you were a lawyer, because you had learned the best possible pokerface at any given situation. Archer was capable of staying calm and neutral at all times if needed, which was exactly what he was doing now.

“They offered, I declined”, Archer replied. Probably this fellow wouldn’t have been satisfied with either kind of answer to that question, but Archer rather stayed honest than tried to fish out the best answer to please Orion.

“When was the last time you had tests taken?” he asked, though the answer obviously was in his own papers, but he wanted to hear the answer from Orion himself. He needed to get this guy talk more than few words, so he would keep on asking questions to get him talk more.

“Sucks to be you,” mumbled to himself though the smirk remained despite the fact that Orion couldn’t remember what they’d been talking about. Swallowing the ball of spit which sat tucked within his cheek, his head remained backwards, eyes closing for a long moment as he laughed to himself.

Orion could fucking care less what the other man had to say, all he was required to do was sit there. To show up when he was supposed too—to be home when he needed to be---and have a good batch of pee ready and willing to be exchanged. It was a system he knew well. One he had practice in.

“Don’t test well,” he teased, failing to look at Archer as he shrugged, another chuckle falling from his lips—not because of his words but rather the blood which seemed to be going to his head. “Ain’t you a little young to be lawyer?”

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samantha-hart:

Sam let his comment slide, as she wasn’t really sure what it meant anyway. “Black coffee, noted. I’ll be back in a second – don’t let someone else take my seat,” she said half-jokingly, pointing her finger at him. Making her way to the counter once again, she ordered a black coffee and paid. Once the barista handed her the to-go cup, she walked back to the table. “Here you go,” Sam said as she placed the cup of coffee in front of him, then sitting back down in the chair.

He would nod his head as she moved, eyes closing once more as the world fell away into an indiscernible hum. Too many sounds which overloaded his senses---too many---Here you go---her words came out of nowhere for him, had she even left he wondered unable to remember when she had. “Yeah, thanks,” he’d say, taking hold of the cup before bringing it to his lips.

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daniella-mxkos:

Daniella sat in her office, chewing on the end of a pen and her phone clenched in one hand and pressed to her ear. This was probably the most frustrating phone call of her life. “No…No…That’s–No.” She was starting to speak slowly to the person on the other end of the phone, a clear sign that she was annoyed. One thing that everyone in the bar business kept doing to her, especially liquor suppliers, kept trying to low ball her like she had no idea what she was doing. But Daniella was smarter than they were and was born with the blood of a business owner in her. “Okay, enough.” She said. She began to give the man on the phone a piece of her mind, her voice getting louder and louder, when there was a knock on the half open door. “This isn’t the fucking bathroom!” She yelled in the direction of the door.

He knocked as he entered, stumbling as he laughed to himself, hand holding on to the knob a moment too long as he all but spun upon his toes. Eyes filled with the haze of alcohol as he blinked slowly around that room, not truly focusing on anything as he smirked, “Well fuck,” he’d say, but not truly to her words, not hearing the tone to her voice---or rather the yell as he laughed.

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byebye-abbie:

It felt like her brain was locked as she tried to think of a benefit of having an aquatic pitch fork. She could truthfully only think of the violence that came from a trident, but she wasn’t about to admit that. “So what if I don’t have any imagination, I want to hear what your mind came up with.” Clearly he had something in mind. “I think I go there for the paycheck and not the potential of having a trident handed out as a new feature of the uniform.” Truthfully she could rather be doing something else to earn that paycheck but there was little else she could do.

“Fuck, you’re one bonfire and red neck away from a good mob there kid,” he teased with a wink, “Or any number of extras,” he went on shrugging his shoulder, “Big ass fork, back scratcher, murder weapon, something to help you rule to seven seas---need I go on?” He eyed her then, laughing a little to himself.

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mvxisms:

“I’m more of a no-bullshit type of girl,” Maxime said with a perk of her brow. Not that he was full of it, but she liked for people to be upfront with her. “I’m not that serious, or maybe it’s just that I’ve dealt with too much shit from people — guys especially.”

He pretended to think for a moment, eyeing her before finally saying, “I like that.” And he did, Orion could appreciate a no shit personality. He had one---though they seemed to display it differently. “Ain’t gonna apologize for my gender, we’re all fuckin’ idiots, so we’d be here all week,” he only partially teased, “I’m probably worse so it’d mean nothin---you hungry?”

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