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Jack O'Connell in the behind the scenes interview from the North Water DVD

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grief wasn't word in her vocabulary at least not one she visited often enough to understand it's weight . so how was she meant be there for the people she cared about when it slapped them in the face ? valentine muted the chat , she didn't know where to begin on the process of reaching out to irina , and she didn't want to pick at grayson for information after talking to him about the bash . weight that's what levi hirsch's death had and she didn't know how to help with it . knees pulled up to into the seat as she tried to minimize her existence in that instance , she picked at stray black hairs from her furry companion that had found a place on her clothes . her portfolio occupying the seat to her right . she really should be making her way back home but she kept rooted for a reason she couldn't seem to put into words . it was an embarrassing few seconds before naomi even realized someone was talking to her , shaking her head trying to find it again she looked up a sheepish expression on her face . " sorry . i , uh , i was here to talk to someone about a mural . i mean i already did . talk to them . but coffee would be nice . "

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LOCATION: the hospital, whenever. FOR: open!

FRANKLY, AURELIA'S ROUNDS HAD gone far quicker than she anticipated. everyone under her care was healing well, their vitals stable and strong. perhaps it's why she finds herself at the nurses desk -- wondering if there's anything she can do to help. it may be busy work, but it will help her keep her mind off of the overwhelm. what did the veil truly want? she knew it was best that she was kept out of nocturne's business, but she couldn't help but worry. the man she loved could be in danger. how could anyone just sit with that? of course she had noticed the individual in the corner of her eye -- they had been sitting there for ages now. were they waiting for someone? was it a follow up -- or were they looking to be seen themselves?

" hi there.. " aurelia smiles gently, approaching the unfamiliar face. " i couldn't help but notice you've been waiting for a while... anything i can grab for you? tea or coffee? " sometimes, you just needed to be planted. wait until the word finally came. " or... i can go check for the attending, if you're waiting for word on someone. "

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he'd come to see if the other needed help , but was instead met with a string of interesting eyebrow raising thoughts erupting from the other . it was amusing , sebastian would give the other that much . " can't say i ever have . nah , i'm good . " he said raising a hand towards the joint held out . he took a seat on the edge of the table , " yeah . life really is strange . " suppressed laughter sounding more like a huff , eyes looking up towards the clouds . " did you know bob the builder was originally a british show ? " something to add to string of thought as he watched the other from the corner of his eye now leaning back on his hands .

location: idk some park picnic table somewhere, central park

status: open

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"do you ever find the need to just lay on a table and just think?" atlas says to the figure blocking his sun. now that he knows the truth of his family. "i do my best thinking just staring up at the sky, oh look!" he says, pointing to the cloud. "that cloud looks like bob the builder." he takes a long drag of his blunt. "want some?" he offers to the other. "how rude of me, let me scooch over, there's plenty of room for both of us to contemplate about life. i'm not like jack and rose, rose clearly had enough room for jack on that door she was floatin' on. fuck---" he lets his arm with the blunt fall to the side of the table. "life is fucking weird and you're just listening to my monologue."

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there was still a life to be lived outside of the drama that was the veil , she'd been told the things messaged were wrong so the things messaged were wrong . but for once the woman found herself a different kind of anxious , bubbles if popped didn't lead to paint coated hands or mistakes that could easily be cleaned up . glass of wine in hand naomi sat at a bar in some little restaurant she'd already forgotten the name to , trying her best to text with one hand . looking up she noticed the person who'd been there longer than herself a curious tilt of her head ; untouched food , dejected look , phone laying face up on the table . he'd been stood up , it was easy to read the context clues . getting up from her spot she made the short distance to his table and before she could open her mouth he spoke and she sat placing her glass down leaning back in the chair . " i don't know about helping you look less pathetic , you have that kicked puppy thing going on and that can be hard to shake . "

tommy cole sat slouched at the edge of a two–top, the kind of table that made it obvious when someone wasn’t coming. he’d ordered too much too quickly, hoping food might fill the silence while he waited. now the dishes sat cooling between him and an empty chair, untouched. his phone lay face-up on the table, screen dark, though he kept checking it like a message might still flash across. it was just some guy from the apps. nothing serious, not yet. but they’d been hitting it off — or at least tommy thought so — and he’d let himself believe this might be different. the city was too full of noise for him to admit it out loud, but sitting there, alone under the restaurant’s dim lights, he felt smaller than usual. pathetic. he poked half-heartedly at a fry, swallowing down the lump in his throat with a sip of beer. “ what’s more pathetic than eating alone? eating alone with a banquet. pull up a chair. please. help me look LESS pathetic. ” he muttered to the other, gesturing toward the open seat and the plates that were surely cold by now.

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naomi : we live in a time where someone's treating everyone like a puppet so yeah i don't think any of us are okay . naomi : okay . they aren't true . naomi : no i'm okay , thank you though . just been painting with the fluffy kratos keeping guard . something weird did happen . naomi : someone remembered me from the bash by my feet .

grayson: physically, yeah..i am alright. mentally? i mean...is anyone truly okay mentally? grayson: don't listen to those messages, naomi. i don't give a damn what it was saying, okay? it's not true. grayson: how are you? do you need anything?

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naomi : yeeeessssss . naomi ^_^ to be fair i can't remember your name i have you as weirdo . naomi : my feet ??? MY FEET ??? naomi : no ?? just an artist . naomi : now i feel like i'm missing my real calling though .

atlas: yoooo i gave you my number? i was that high i don't remember? what's your name again????

atlas: would you ever work for dsw? you got pretty feet btw

atlas: have you ever been a foot model in your life????

atlas: p.s. i'm high again and your feet were a vivid memory from that beach bash.

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sebastian : no one . sebastian : yeah it was fun , got to see someone get sprayed with ketchup . sebastian : good . sebastian : sound yeah . safe ? not sure . feel like an ant going up against a kid with a magnifying glass .

Valentine: Talk about a close one. We aren't the problem. Who would ever believe such a thing? Valentine: I do hope you enjoyed your time in the sun before the mini Armageddon took place. Valentine: With a little help, I managed to. Valentine: And what about you, Sebby? You safe and sound?

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he wasn't there looking to switch loyalties , wasn't there to antagonize someone in the mc , or even keep tabs on anyone that may have piqued his interest . he was just there for his own curiosity in the matter of the veil and how others on the underbelly of new york were going about certain things . his back was to the girls were index finger tapping on the bartop low and rhythmic . it shouldn't have been a surprise to see her there , it was her domain . but it was still funny the one he'd voiced being intimidated and concerned about to brooke ( albeit he'd been exaggerating just a bit when he said it ) was the one that took a seat next to him . " nah , it isn't . but the drink menu is good and worth the drive . " he mused a flick of the corner of his lips . " personal business . i'm not here to step on toes . " he took a sip of his drink as he contemplated the best way to approach the matter , " who do you think it is ? " no use tiptoeing around it .

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LOCATION: peach pit. FOR: sebastian gallagher.

FRANKLY, OXANA KNOWS THAT a rush of customers are coming when she wakes up after the event. nothing like terror to cause the need to escape to kick in. go somewhere outside of themselves, even if it's just something temporary. in the initial moments, she found herself clinging to damian and sophia -- terrified to let go. that if either of them left, they'd never come back. taking their relationship public meant one thing: they had eyes on them now. and yet, she knew she'd eventually have to back to work. pretend that the threat out there wasn't scraping at her shell made of stone. following the completion of another round on the floor, her eyes settle on a face she's made a point of knowing of, just like everyone else in the city. sebastian gallagher. nocturne. clearly a very, very long way from home. " this is not your usual neck of the woods. " oxana muses, thoughts coming to light before she takes a graceful seat next to him. " is this a business visit, or for pleasure? "

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" elias said something to the same sentiment . think you’re both being overdramatic , " sebastian quipped , though the corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk that gave him away . he was glad to be an uber driver , clown , therapist , any and every thing in between . these were his people . elias and adrian more than anyone , and he’d be their huckleberry without a second thought . not that he’d ever say it out loud — too earnest , too . . . feel-y . easier to tuck all that in behind the safety of jokes and snide remarks , let them fill in the blanks with words he wouldn’t voice . he wanted to ask how adrian was doing and feeling , but they still had an actual car ride to ask questions like that . " you did hear the part where i said i was buying , right ? " he started pointing his keys at him , " but i'm glad you picked the diner . " laughter again , something he only ever did in a select fews company . " hey now , i got a few scraps and bruises . but i kinda like the idea of people calling me terminator . "

the rumbling of adrian's toned chest couldn't be contained upon registering sebastian's poking fun, not that he bothered to, anyways. a brief reprieve from the looming turmoil alluding to the perturbing events that had unfolded only mere hours ago was more than welcomed. rising to his feet, hand swiping up bag containing personal belongings, he croons, "i'm starving, actually. hospital food should be considered a crime against humanity, by the way. let's stop by the diner." despite the tremor of chuckles eliciting surges of pain to shoot throughout his shoulder, it doesn't stop adrian from indulging regardless. "how the hell did you make it out of there unscathed? you the fuckin' terminator now or something?"

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tilt of her head , lips curling into a playful smirk as she considered the other’s teasing . " i wouldn’t call it kinky , " she said with a simple shrug of her shoulders . " maybe … beautifully intimate . make it sound a little more romantic , since all artist are secret hopeless romantics . " she took a moment to look over the others chosen outfit . " i think it's perfect . " something wider and softer on her features . adjusting her spot on the couch , she pulled her legs up so she sat cross-legged facing valentine . her whole body seemed lighter , animated , as she leaned forward to take the offered arm . holding it carefully , almost reverently , she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes in exaggerated contemplation . " pollock or gogh ? " she finally broke the beat of silence as dark hues flicked up to look at the other .

Valentine had always found interest in surrounding herself with unique and fascinating beings. From the hard-edged types like Viviana and Neo, but gentle souls like Camila and Irina, she adored creating her very own concoction of individuals to lose herself in. Naomi was one of those special creatures. There'd been something remarkable about her from the moment they'd crossed paths, and ever since then, the redhead took it upon herself to lovingly add her to her collection.

"My hand?" The cherry-haired beauty called back as she finished slipping into a pair of pristine heels. "Sounds kinky, I'm in." Her tone teases as she exits her room, stalking towards the other. "Really quick though, is this too much?" When did she ever choose something that wasn't over the top or completely inappropriate for the occasion? Glancing down at her ensemble, she shrgs slightly to herself, before gliding effortlessly around the couch to fall back into the plush cushion beside her.

"Alright, I'm all yours." With an impish grin, she offers up her delicate hand.

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naomi humming , head bobbing as she confirmed the request even she knew was out there . but she was only a woman , a woman that was hungry . besides asking a stranger for help was hardly odd . the cheap sunglasses sliding again down her nose had decidedly no longer served a purpose and trying to be careful and avoid smudging pigment in dark hair as she took them off . " to be fair , " she quipped , leaning into her own logic with an almost professorial air ,  " all friends start off as strangers . " naomi found herself grinning as she clapped her stained palms together in triumph when the woman agreed , watching  as her new accomplice stood and made the move from one table to the other . " thank you ! you saved me having to wait until i got home later to eat . it's lovely to meet you margot . my name's naomi . "

margot  had  been  making  it  a  personal  goal  to  go  out  and  spend  some  time  with  herself  at  least  once  a  week.  she  had  been  pretty  good  about  committing  to  it.  she'd  set  her  sights  on  a  restaurant  that  day,  a  quick  solo  meal  that  still  met  her  goal.  she  was  enjoying  a  sandwich  and  a  long  island  iced  tea.  she  wasn't  looking  for  any  company,  but  she  wasn't  necessarily  opposed  to  it,  either.  so,  when  the  other  had  gotten  her  attention,  margot  looked  in  her  direction,  brows  furrowing  slightly.  she  looked  a  little  ...  messy.  her  stained  hands  were  the  first  thing  that  caught  her  attention.  it  was  clear  what  was  being  asked  of  her,  it  just  took  the  woman  by  complete  surprise.

“  we're  complete  strangers  and  you  want  me  to  feed  you  a  sandwich  ?  ”  margot  asked  skeptically,  blinking  in  confusion.  sadly,  it  wasn't  the  most  absurd  request  she'd  ever  gotten.  she  met  a  lot  of  unique  people  over  the  course  of  her  life.  “  we're  complete  strangers  and  you  want  me  to  feed  you  a  sandwich  ?  ”  she  considered  it  before  shrugging.  “  sure,  okay  ...  why  not,  ”  margot  stated.  “  i've  got  nothing  better  to  do.  ”  she  moved  to  join  the  other,  bringing  her  lunch  with  her  as  she  sat  with  the  stranger.  “  my  name's  margot,  ”  she  told  her.

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( ✉ ) ━━ ; 💥 alexie .ᐟ

( @reveriixs )

sebastian : i don't think we're meant to enjoy nice things . sebastian : make it off the beach okay ?

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( ✉ ) ━━ ; 💫 valentine .ᐟ

( @valentinexhart )

sebastian : we didn't even run into each other and everything still fell apart . sebastian : i'm starting to think maybe we aren't the problem . sebastian : make it off the beach okay , valentine ??

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( ✉ ) ━━ ; 🖌 gray .ᐟ

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naomi : were you there too ?? naomi : please tell me you're okay if you were . naomi : i didn't read the messages until i was off the beach .

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( ✉ ) ━━ ; 🍃 weirdo .ᐟ

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naomi : are you going to call me a weirdo if i ask you if you made it home okay ??

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he wasn't there at least not in the way that mattered . hands shoved in his pockets jaw clenched , he was still trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened in the last two months . the veil , the fire , the kidnapping , beach explosion , dilan . he was pulled back to reality by a hand in his line of vision , eyes narrowing briefly as it almost felt like waking up . it was another moment before it was actually registered what was being asked . " yeah . " corners of his lips flicking upward briefly as he took a step forward and retrieved the coffee . he knew the other maybe by sight but not by name . " thanks i probably would've been standing there until they closed . " more attempts at small talk .

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the coffee shop was basically a second home to elena. she spent more time there than anywhere else. there was coffee, encrypted wifi, comfy chairs...what else could she want? well, there were a few things. none that mattered at the moment though. she got up from her chair to order a new coffee and a snack when she saw the barista defeatedly placing a cup on the counter and moving on to a different order. noticing the person standing next to her, she waved her hand to catch their attention before nodding to the front. "hey...is that yours?"

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❝ ━ and you don't want no help , oh well . ❞ ( x )