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dodger:

A DJ. A fucking DJ. This girl seriously thought that Dodger was a fucking DJ. What a joke! “No, I ain’t a fuckin’ DJ.” He huffed out, wondering how much she actually payed attention to what the hell was going on while she was working. “The house band actually. I ain’t just standin’ up there pushin’ buttons and callin’ it bein’ talented.” 

Yes, Dodger was the type to brag, definitely show himself up more than what he normally did. But in this case he wasn’t even fucking doing so. Dodger was just trying to like, give him the credit that he deserved. He had been playing at Pixie for like, what, a year at this point? Had felt like he had gotten into a pretty good spot in terms of his music for literally just arriving in Swynlake. He wasn’t a fucking DJ.

Mary laughed. She hadn’t really been taking the whole thing seriously, in fact, she thought of it all as more of a joke since she’d only been working at the bar for a few months at most. Nobody ever said Mary was a super observant person while 80 different people bombarded her at the bartop. “You’re in the band? Okay, that makes more sense.”

Setting down the box, she let out a huff and put her hands on her hips. “I hear you guys play but I never know who’s up there. That’s gotta be fun, yeah?” Wasn’t like anyone really noticed her. She imagined the crowd was all over them. They were pretty good. At least, as far as she could hear. The faces just all blend together. 

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wilbur:

Wilbur tried to look innocent, but then he wasn’t sure what kind of impression he was giving here. He was a sixteen year old trying some of the harder stuff while his parents were preoccupied with work. It seemed like a great plan to him. “Uhhh…I mean technically no, but if you don’t tell then nobody needs to know that,” Wilbur replied, a cheeky smile on his face. He had gotten away with a few things before by using his charm and occasional wit. It was worth attempting now. “I’m just chilling you know? Wanted to have a little fun, that’s all. You?”

Mary chuckled shaking her head as she called the bartender over for a rum and coke. She had a tab and she worked there, really she could just pay it the next day if she wanted. “Like I said-- I’m not saying anything. Been where you are and done that.” How could she say no to a dorky kid smile like that? It took guts to be in here if you’re underage and she gave him credit. “I get it. Just be careful with how much you’re drinking.” She nodded thanks to the bartender and took a small sip of her drink, shrugging as a kind of answer to him. “I just got off work and needed a couple drinks. Just one of those days.”

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dodger:

“Who fuckin’ likes shit like this?” Dodger retorted with a laugh, lifting the box so that it was resting on his shoulder instead of straining his arms. Sure, probably wasn’t the smartest of decisions, but it was easier to carry that way and well, Dodger wasn’t the smartest of the bunch. 

Clearly also not her because she didn’t fucking know who he was.

Not that Dodger was like the, Do you know who I am? Type of asshole, he definitely thought that he was the shit, but fuck, he at least thought that the bartenders knew his name considering they were usually serving while he was playing. Pretty sure that he had even gone up to the bar once or twice while she was working. “Uh yeahs, it’s Dodge. Yous Marie? Mary? Some shit like that, right?”

“Good point,” Mary quipped, letting out a soft chuckle as she led the way into storage. He was having a much easier time than she was but she was much too stubborn to stop for even a second to readjust her grip. It felt like a competition and she was too competitive to give up.

“Shit, you’re one of the DJs, right?” His name struck a few bells and considering the fact she knew all the bartenders, he had to be one of the dudes in charge of the music. Regardless she felt like it polite to actually meet him rather than just call him out. “Yeah, Mary. At least you were close!”

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All: if you could bang anyone in town who would it be

Mary:

5 - You want me to be honest? I’d fuck Percy. He’s a good-looking guy. Pretty sweet too. It’s whatever.

Eric:

9 - I really don’t want to answer this... Lottie, Moana, Attina, and Taranee is also really pretty... There are lots of girls, okay?

Rapunzel:

9 - I don’t know if there is anyone I want to bang? Maybe talk to, but I don’t want to bang anybody. If I have to choose somebody, I’d choose Arthur and maybe Thomas? They’re just-- really pretty. And nice.

Lock:

1 - I’d fuck Tink in a second. After her, probably Peri. Are they related?

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dodger:

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Days that Dodger was scheduled to actually work before the club opened were his least favorite. They were pointless honestly. Because half the time he had to do his own shit up on the stage to help get ready if he was playing that night, but on top of that, he had to just sit around pretending to help everyone else cause they never seemed to want his help.

He saw one of the bartenders, stocking the supply from what he could see from the stage, and seeming to struggle at that. Which, no fucking shit, those cases the alcohol came in were fucking heavy. Dodger glanced down at his phone, checking to see how much time he had left until the club opened considered he wasn’t anywhere near finished getting his shit ready before popping off the stage and heading over towards…..

Mary? Marie? What the fuck was her name?

Regardless of what it actually was, Dodger made his way over towards the back entrance of the club - where the girl was carrying a case in since the delivery fucks were awful. “Aye, you needa hand theres?” Though really, he was already picking up one of the boxes, making his way in with her.

Let it be said that Mary hated this part of the job. The cases were heavy and the organizing always took forever because she was picky. She was the one that needed everything perfect for everyone else tonight. It was nice to see everything in perfectly straight lines compared to the mess that was created when a particularly busy night passed by. Though that didn’t mean she liked doing this. It was just a part of the job. 

What she hadn’t expected was someone familiar helping her. She didn’t take the time to remember his name-- that would take time and effort-- but she had seen him before.

“Yeah, thanks,” she said, giving him a slight smile as he had already picked up a box without her answer. It was a welcomed change. “I hate this part of the job... You got a name?”

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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wilbur:

Wilbur looked the shot glass over carefully. Not sipping it. He tried to think of what his family did with these types of drinks…then again, they didn’t typically need to drink alcohol. They were wild enough without that sort of thing. Still, Wilbur could guess. If it wasn’t to sip, maybe it was the kind you had to toss back. “Right…yeah okay. Obviously you toss it back.” He remarked, as if this was a perfectly normal thing for him to do. He reached out for the glass and demonstrated, tossing the drink down his throat. And oh god. God it burned! He coughed once, twice, and then plastered on a grin. “That’s…awesome!”

Mary nodded, arching a brow as she watched him toss down the shot. She could see the pain in his face and while it was hard to keep from laughing, she managed by tossing her own shot down like a champ. The liquid warmed her stomach and that was good enough for her. Not a burn, more of a dull warmth. She turned the glass over and set it on the bar. “You’re not supposed to be here, huh?” She asked, leaning onto her hands. “I’m not saying anything, but whatcha doing in a place like this?”

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random questions for character building (and fun)

go to karaoke song?

a song that describes them?

are they good at sports?

do they have a favorite movie?

three things in their fridge?

most three recently watched on netflix?

celebrity crush?

are they close to their family?

best thing in their life?

greatest regret?

biggest lie?

biggest flaw?

best accomplishment?

greatest fear(s)?

what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)

what would their hogwarts house be?

did they graduate high school? if so did they attend college?

when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?

have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?

have they ever been married? are they married?

do they have children? have they before?

do they want children?

opinion on pets? cats or dogs?

opinion on horror films?

do they have allergies?

do they have a certain aesthetic or style?

do they have tattoos or piercings? 

do they have any distinctive features or marks?

do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced?

are they religious or spiritual? 

are they a morning person or night person?

if they could have any superpower what would it be?

who is their ride or die friend?

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“I’ll get my family back. You can bet on that, shithead.”

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perry:

Public opinion mattered to Perry. The girl who’d disappeared wasn’t a detective. She didn’t think or act like a detective did, and of course after so many years of being one it was a habit he found near impossible to break. So as a way to combat that he liked to ask people about cases- when it was safe and appropriate to do so- to get more of a general consensus of opinions and a more rounded take on the situation.

“She made all the applications herself.” Perry offered with a shrug, tapping his pen against the paper “she applied for several different schools and got accepted into almost every one, chose her favourite.” That was what her parents had said anyway, and after a little digging Perry had verified at least that much, seen all the applications and personal statements she’d drafted. “But it was always hard to discern how much pressure she was under. The family wasn’t close and friends said she was a real busy body, always up to something.”

“Smart girl,” Mary replied, taking a seat beside him on the bench. “A smart girl that had been working her whole life up to that moment... Maybe she wanted to start over?” She offered, though she wasn’t sure if that was correct. “I mean-- when you’ve put yourself under all that pressure for so long, sometimes you just want an out.” That almost felt too easy though. It felt like there was more to it but Mary simply didn’t know. “Any enemies? Reasons to fear someone?”

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wilbur:

Wilbur wasn’t really supposed to be in here. That was the sort of statement that aligned with most of what he did. But he had to get an idea of who might have taken his dad’s invention. And that meant visiting a bar. Listen, he was old enough to drink some stuff. Did that mean shots? No, no it did not. But that was okay. What mom didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Granted, he was pretty sure the owner of this bar would tell her if they saw him. He’d just have to try to look mature. He could totally do that.

He nearly toppled off the stool he had grabbed, intending to grill one of the patrons about the invention. Instead he found someone nudging him, holding up their shot glass. His eyebrows shot up and he shrugged, trying to look cool, like he got this sort of thing all the time. “Yeah, why the hell not?”

Yeah, he definitely was too young to be in here. Even for the country they lived in, Mary knew that without a single doubt in her mind but she wasn’t a stickler when it came to alcohol. He came here to have a good time and she wasn’t on the clock to spoil it. She glanced down at the shot and then at him before sliding the shot across the bar with her hand. “You know how to take one of these?” She asked, setting her elbows on the bar so her hands could support her chin. “You don’t sip it.”

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Immediately following the shift she had that night, Mary severely needed a drink. After yet another drunk asshole tried to “pick up the bartender,” she was done with being nice and told someone else to handle him. Problem was that he never went away. No matter who she threw at him, he would always come right back to her when she was dealing with another patron. His friends weren’t any better since they insisted upon calling her “sweetheart.” 

The second the clock hit the hour she could leave, she clocked herself out and threw on her jacket, finding herself on the other side of the bar now. Drinks were cheaper since she worked here and honestly, she just wanted to get a little drunk and forget the schoolwork she had piling up at home. After ordering a couple of moonshine shots, she nudged the person next to her, hardly paying attention to who it was. The only thing she noticed was that they were just as alone as she was.

“They say it’s bad luck to take a shot like this on your own,” she explained, trying her best to project her voice above the music. “You want a free one?”

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perry:

Perry didn’t like to re-visit old cases. Cold or closed or any other. No, for as obsessive of a man as he was, living in the past was too great a temptation and so more often than not he didn’t even chance it. Current cases only. Exhaust all clues, leads, options. If nothing comes of it move on. (Though of course more often than not Perry cracked it, because not to brag, but he was a pretty excellent detective).

Still with the cold snap they were going through and no current case to keep him occupied, it seemed at least a good way to kill some time on a boring day. So Perry wrapped himself up warm and headed out with a flask of coffee to sit at his favourite ‘frustrating case’ bench. 

The first file was from an old force case. Had kind of blown up in his home town, so all the information he had now was public record, rumour and his own memories of working it the first time round. But lots had changed in the few years since closing that case- Perry had changed, the way he saw the world was different, he saw more secrets in mundane places, more magick in normal moments. 

So… He waved his pen at a passer by, and asked them “if you were a popular young woman in a small town on her way to a fancy university with a full grant, would you fake your own death?”

Mary had been reading a new horror novel she had picked up from the library when a stranger had waved his pen at her. At first, she really hadn’t noticed him-- she had been too engrossed in the way the author had described a particularly scary portion of the book to even think that regular society would be talking to her.

So, when she felt a pointy object even graze her leg, she jumped, her skin beginning to crawl. “Jesus!” She cursed slightly, composing herself quickly enough that she could pay attention to him as he spoke. 

“Um...” She hardly even knew what to say to that. What the heck was he working on? “I don’t know? Maybe? It depends on the amount of stress I was under. Did I even want to go to a University?”

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flynn:

Flynn followed Mary around the bar with his eyes, but didn’t say anything when she didn’t even acknowledge him. He sighed and tried to keep himself busy. Much too soon he ran out of things and customers around the bar to tend to, so he slammed his hands down on the counter to get her attention. 

“Mary.” He said firmly. “What on earth is wrong with you? And don’t even tell me it’s nothing. Whenever a woman says nothing that means everything is wrong. So: Why don’t you just spill the beans, hm?”

Mary jumped at the sound of him slamming his hands down on the counter, her body immediately going into defense mode. She felt horrible. “Jesus Christ, Flynn! What the fuck?” She shoved him weakly and moved around him, picking up a glass so she wouldn’t have to focus on everything. Why was this happening to her? “I’m not like every woman. When I say nothing is wrong, there is nothing wrong. I just don’t feel good and haven’t felt good. Back off.”

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Peri: aha that's okay! I still wish I could help somehow!

Peri: I hope you find someone!

Peri: Nothing really, work and training and what not, how's school?

Mary: Im sure I will pal!

Mary: decent. just a lot going on right now

Mary: werent you going to try to go this semester?