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TEXT 📲 Caden

Caden: You don't know if you could have saved him even if you were there though.

Caden: Please don't feel guilty about that.

Caden: Raul is the only one to blame.

Ridley: but i got out when mateo couldn't

Ridley: and now he'd dead

Ridley: how could a father do this to his own son?!

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TEXT 📲 Caden

Caden: Narcissism at its finest?

Caden: Or self awareness. I don't know.

Caden: Are you holding up alright?

Ridley: honestly i'm just in shock

Ridley: he's a monster

Ridley: and i hate that i can't apologise to mateo for not being there

Ridley: to save him or what i don't know

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posted sunday 30th june at 1:21pm

ft. @nickxnovak

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nickxnovak‌:

“Juggle, apparently.” He doesn’t miss her hesitation. He feels it too. As his gaze follows to her lips, Nick can feel his heartbeat elevate. He’s not sure if he’s disappointed or not when she moves away. There was no denying that he wanted to kiss her, but maybe the middle of a farmer’s market after a failed juggling attempt wasn’t the right place or time for their first kiss. “Wow, the healthiest possible obsession. Congratulations. Are you looking for anything in particular for your mystery dish?”

“Well that depends on you guinea pig, do you want to know what I’m making or do you want it to stay a surprise?” She approaches another stand, browsing it before selecting one of the swedes and handing over the cash for it, then quickly dispensing it into the bag with the other various vegetables well aware that it wasn’t the most pleasant looking of foods. “Well that’s everything, you ready to have your taste buds blown?”

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TEXT 📲 Caden

Caden: I don't either

Caden: I'm. Also more than a little disturbed by it all.

Ridley: it's beyond a mind trip

Ridley: i was speaking to him the other day bitching about his father

Ridley: which i guess was just about himself???

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TEXT 📲 OPEN

Ridley: i don't want to believe that Mateo is dead

Ridley: 😖😖😖

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nickxnovak‌:

“A worthy prize.” He begins to toss the apples, quickly finding a rhythm. Maybe it was just like riding a bike and he’d- nope. As soon as he starts to get confident he drops one of the apples and it rolls into the foot of a woman who gives him a death glare. “Ta-da!” He exclaims, sticking his arms out in mock victory.

Ridley winces as the apple rolls away but it is quickly replaced by a lighthearted laugh and the clapping of her hands “Is there anything Mr Badboy can’t do?” Stomach suddenly filled with butterflies she steps towards Nick and just as she had done moments ago raises onto her tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his cheek, but there was something about this action that felt different. The first time had been brought on in jest, but to purposefully set out with the intimate gesture was stirring up a whole new set of emotions. Instead of stepping back and away Ridley finds herself stuck in place looking up at Nick while these new emotions toyed with her, as her gaze shifts to his lips she realises what she’s feeling is desire and it takes a hot second for her cheeks to flare up as she diverts her attention elsewhere. Taking the surviving apples from his hands she places them in the canvas tote on her shoulder then turning to continue working her way through the stalls, inspecting the offerings and adding to the collection of food in her bag. “The company in New York had a nutritionist on staff to you know, keep us healthy with all the strenuous work” and stop them falling into dangerous habits “he was the one that introduced me to farmers markets, I’ve been obsessed with them since.”

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                   I have ( s e e n ) the best of you.           And the worst of you

                                                             { And I choose b o t h. }

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nickxnovak‌:

His cheeks turn red at the kiss. Look at the pair of them, blushing high school crushes and murder suspects, the both. He can’t help but marvel at the it’s complicated aspect of it all. He smiles slightly at the apples and at Ridley, with the flower in her hair. If only it wasn’t complicated. Nick had actually been quite good at juggling once upon a time. His cellmate in juvie had taught him to juggle with balls of socks. There were only so many ways to entertain yourself in jail. He hadn’t tried it again since, though. “Let’s find out.” He motions for her to toss him the apples.

Before she throws the apples she passes some cash to the vendor not wanting to come across as complete assholes, though he was about to get a free show which she was sure would be entertaining. “If you can keep it up long enough I may just kiss your other cheek” She beams with a light laugh, already feeling much better about her current situation just by being here with him. Though if she kept on that line of thought her cheeks would light up again.

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powcrup‌:

‘ i haven’t talked to him yet, ‘ hugo admits, suddenly finding the dirt pathway ridley was standing on immensely interesting. ‘ we’re not that close anymore. how’s he holding up ?  ’

“Exactly how you think” Ridley responds with a sigh “carrying all the weight of what his father did and new responsibilities in the heroes union.” She bites her lip for a second, considering the encounter again “He seemed a little...off kilter? Probably overworked, and a lot will have changed in seven years so what do I know.”

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powcrup‌:

he lets ridley shift the conversation to more comfortable grounds, and quips, ‘ then i’m sure that you fit right in. ‘ a rare grin graces his features, softening most of his words’ blow. ‘ i missed you too. you chose quite a time to be back, with all that’s happened with the gala and mateo’s father. ’

“I went to see Mateo the other day” She admits still reeling somewhat from the revelation he may be able to reinstate the Shaw fortune that his father had stolen. Though she was in no rush to announce this to anyone else just yet. “Figured he could use a friendly face with all the chaos he has to deal with, even if it’s a face he hasn’t seen in seven years.”

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nickxnovak‌:

“I wouldn’t know. I’m not exactly up to speed on dating etiquette.” He’d had various flings, but the more he thought about it the more certain he was that the last real date he’d been on had been in high school. Nick takes the flower and looks at it for a moment, “But I think I’m supposed to be the one giving you the flowers.” He hands it back to her with an overly dramatic flourish, “I chose this one special for you.”

She plays along accepting the flower back, bringing it close to her chest in her own over-dramatic response “For me? You shouldn’t have.” Swept up in the game of the moment Ridley steps closer to him and as she raises onto her tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his cheek, lingering for a second in place before suddenly feeling shy she steps back down and tries to hide the rising blush from him. Brushing her hair behind her ear Ridley then carefully tucks the stem of the rose there, using the hair to keep it in place and protect from the thorns. Moving onto the next stall, her runaway emotions under check once more, she picks up three apples and turns towards Nick in the playful manner that she was able to default to around him “Any good at juggling?”

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thrcughlincs‌:

it’s a sad reality that ridley’s words have practically come to life. but perhaps they can be different from their parents. he laughs and shrugs. “well, guess i when all of this is cleaned up there won’t be another mess for me to do the same.” his use of morbid humor involving his dead father feels like the only way he can cope. “what if i recovered your family’s money but gave it all to you. would that be any better?”

“Look Mateo,” Ridley starts with a soft smile “if you can restore the Shaw fortunes then you should give it back to my parents because they would appreciate it more than I ever would.” The truth is Ridley’s job paid well and she was comfortable enough to be happy, something she couldn’t remember from her life where money was thrown around like was nothing “That money means nothing to me.”

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nickxnovak‌:

He squeezes her tightly, a second wave of guilt wracking him. As his face is hidden from her, Nick lets his smile falter and betray his hand in her distress. “Glad to be here. I’m very enthusiastic about farmer’s markets.” He jokes, hoping to take both of their minds away from the investigations. 

“You know, funny you should say that” The smile comes more naturally now, feeling more at ease in Nick’s presence, motioning to the rows of stalls behind them with her hand “I’m really spoiling you in that case.” She moves back over to the flower stall, running her fingers over the petals as she examines the various buckets, with a hidden smirk she selects out a red rose and turning to Nick holds it out for him “This is how it works right, flowers on a first date?”

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thrcughlincs‌:

he’s thought way too often about quitting what his father has left him, in all of its jagged edges and stress, for the warm comfort of san diego. mateo doesn’t know if he’ll ever quit, with what stubbornness lay in his limbs, but it always seems like he’s on the precipice. still, ridley’s own answer causes him to think about how perhaps he’s needed here. “i suppose you have a point,” he whispers, inhaling deeply. “maybe one day we’ll escape,” he says, laughing.

“I think we’ll always be busy cleaning up after our parents” Ridley offers honestly, the prospect of her dancing going full circle right back to just being a tool for her parents, it began as a way to show off their daughter and now it was to keep them afloat financially. 

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Where truly was your character during the Gala? Ridley spent the entire night being dragged around by the company director while they talked to rich middle aged white men who fund the theatre and the company, also trying to add more names to that roster from the other guests at the gala. When Ridley broke her heel and had to leave temporarily to switch to some spares from the directors car it was the only break she’d had all night.

Is your character the murderer? No she isn’t, though what he did to her family was despicable (and part of her does believe he’s got his comeuppance) she is also grateful for what he did, though that she isn’t quite as vocal about that. In hindsight she was miserable growing up with all her parents caring about being their seemingly endless amounts of money and how they could show their daughter off, without the money Ridley was able to carve out her own life and career. It built her into a hard-working and just all round better person, she’d be more likely to thank Raúl than kill him.

If your character was the murderer, how would they have covered their tracks? N/A

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nickxnovak‌:

Nick felt guilty. It was a novel emotion. He was used to looking down the scope of a gun, pulling the trigger, and sleeping like a baby that same night. But knowing that Ridley was a suspect for two murders- one of which he committed, put a sour taste in his mouth. He didn’t expect that she would actually be convicted of either crime considering they couldn’t possibly have any evidence, but he worried for her job and her general peace of mind. The least he could do was keep her company and take her mind off the damage he’d caused- though she didn’t know he was the one who had caused it. 

He made his way to the location she’d dropped, a farmers market he’d been to once while trailing a mark. Nick was about to text her that he had arrived when he spotted her by a flower shop. He took a deep breath, put on a smile, and waved to get her attention. 

Laughing at something the vendor says Ridley looks over at the entrance just as she spots Nick’s wave, relief instantly rushing through her at the sight of him. She returns the smile though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, the black circles and puffiness of her eyes gave away exactly the kind of night she’d had. As he reaches her she reaches out and wraps her arms around him in a desperate hug, aching for his comfort and not delaying in order to asses this fact “I’m so glad you’re here.”