BubblegumQueen

Beautiful Start? [Open Always]

I'm officially back and having a need to write!~

La Bump...a!

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

Considering Indy mentioned waiting until the next timeskip to post again (understandably so.), I think I'll also wait until the next timeskip to post again... but she is definitely taking the bottle with her.

Beautiful Start? [Open Always]

Finally! Bump!

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

@SamaraJayne96Same, actually.

That's why I'm kinda keeping an eye on this, not wanting to add to more stuff for them to catch up on, ya know?

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

@PilatusWell, my character's in the late night group, about ready to leave and walk home in a minute.

And yeah, I didn't notice the multiple timeline thing until you said something lol

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

Veronica Winters
9PM

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@Indy Cooper

With her only entertainment gone (Distracted and probably lost in thoughts with his entrancing blonde. She didn't need to be a PI to notice that.), Veronica was left alone with her thoughts and a bottle of 50 year old Bourbon. (Which, to be honest, was a definite win in her case, despite it being half gone.) She eyed said bottle carefully, slightly trembling fingers fingering the base of the bottle. And it was only as she was doing this that she noticed the slight tremble in her hands, something she was definitely familiar with. As well as a wave of tiredness coming over her.

I need a smoke... and to drink... a lot... and work... I need that too...

Downing the rest of water (Having already finished the soda and excitedly gone on to Rowen about the pleasant spice it gave, deciding on water afterwards.), she carefully placed the glass on the bar counter. Eyes drifting around the room as she stood, making sure to grab the bottle as she did, she called out to the bartender.

“Think I'm gonna head out, got work to do. Mind if I take this with me?” Waving the bottle for emphasis at the end, free hand buried in her pocket. Her voice was light, teasing, not really expecting to be able to.

She's not even gonna mentally comment on the British chick who just walked in. She'd internally ranted enough about the attractive people who seemed to have all come to this bar at roughly the same time, she was done for the day.

Devil's Runners

Going on a mission without Doc... sure... we'll see how this works... should be interesting... if not slightly worrisome.

Klaus had this thought swirling around in his head as he gathered everything he'd need, having noticed the missing person in the flurry of movement. He tried to focus on the automation of getting his things, having passed out whilst fully dressed the night before.

Fastening his quiver to his back, he meandered over to the chest underneath his bed, opening it. He slipped his golden lighter into one of his many pockets, quickly followed by his usual pack of smokes. He was about to grab the flask buried at the bottom but paused, thinking about it for a few minutes.

Eh... headache is barely even there... He admitted to himself, grabbing the flask and slipping it into the inside of his jacket. He then grabbed the swiss army knife, the familiar weight making him feel a bit lighter. Slipping it into his boot, he closed the chest before standing.

He put on his hood as he walked over to the others, snatching his bow off a nearby table. Oh my love, how I adore you. He internally cooed to his bow, gently slipping it over his head so that it rested over his chest for easy grabbings.

Standing by the others ready to go, his content smile turned into a small frown when he noticed who was missing. Shit... There was no doc.

Devil's Runners

I've got a bad feeling about this... He admitted to himself, fingers lightly twitching in an urge to grip onto his bow. He was towards the back to provide support in case something went down so he'd be able to draw his weapon rather quickly before anyone really noticed. But, the last thing he wanted was to show hostility towards the already hostile-looking people. Especially if they weren't even going to do anything. His eyes flickered to everyone else, wondering if they also felt the kind of tension in the air.

But, regardless, they made it to the collapsed tunnels. He looked around with a somewhat bored expression, a usual for him. Bouncing lightly on the heels of his boot, he looked around casually.

"Great. Let's take look around and see what we can find. Newt, I hope you have the flashlights that I asked for." Those words drew his attention, eyes flickering over to the others.

"Shh. Wanna buy some torches?" He saw Newt whisper conspiratorially, looking quite shady as she opened her coat to reveal flashlights. He felt a sense of deja-vu but didn't linger on it for too long, wandering over.

“Don't mind if I do.” Klaus said with a small smile, grabbing one of the flashlights. Tossing it up in the air and catching it, he gave a pleased grunt. He proceeded to do this while walking away, glad to have both light and something to entertain himself with.

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

@Dynamo FrokaneI think it's your turn, boss man.

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

Huh... I didn't mean to make Veronica into a flirt... well... I guess that's what her character wants.

*cracks knuckles*

Then a flirt she will be!~

Shine City Zero: Humble Beginnings

Veronica Winters

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@Indy Cooper
@SamaraJayne96
@Dynamo Frokane
@Pilatus

Veronica's eyes flickered to the door as yet another attractive person walked into the bar. (Honestly, this is getting comical now. Like, seriously... How many attractive people are gonna enter this bar this early?) But, pushing her feelings of disbelief over all this to the side, she decided to not really interact with him. After all, he was there for Rowan.

So, giving a polite nod to the stranger when he looked in her direction, she turned her attention back to Fen. At this point, it was less flirtatious and more along the line of her actually being interested in him and the story. Besides, she had a theory and she was curious as to whether or not she was right.

Spoiler Alert: She probably was.

Veronica accepted his handshake with a pleased smile, glad to finally know his actual name. “Pleasure to meet you, Fenton Kelly. My name is Veronica Winters. And a PI? Nice.”

Facing him, she took small sips from her glass as she listened to him speak with genuine interest. And in the back of her mind, she admitted that the soda was actually pretty freaking hot (Yet also delicious.), but she'd think further on it another time.

And it was as he was speaking that everything seemed to fit so perfectly together. Her eyes flickered to Rowan before returning to him, an almost audible click happening in her mind. So... he likes her, then. That's quite obvious. But he also has someone else on his mind... it's evident by the way he said 'golden-haired'... Hmm, the mystery unravels and continues. She thought with a small nod to herself, feeling pleased with having figured out at least some of the mystery that'd been nagging her about Fenton.

But, she was surprised when he asked her about herself. Considering most of his story was about Rowan (Basically admitting his feelings, let's be real.), she figured that he wouldn't want to hear about her. She'd go along with it for now, however.

“Me? Well... my parents and I moved here when I was in Middle School. I think it's a bit apparent with the accent.” Veronica added, referring to the light accent she carried. (Think a mix of British and a hint of Irish, to be specific.) “But, I do find it quite interesting. It has many interesting people and there's plenty of inspiration for me.” She'd said, eyes drifting off a little as she thought of her poetry, She felt the most interesting urge at that moment to write something. But, she pushed it aside and turned her eyes back to Fenton.

“I know Rowan from my many, uh, visits to this bar. Always at night. And I usually always leave completely plastered.” She admitted with a small laugh, taking another sip of her soda. “To be fair, I'm not here everyday or something like that. I tend to only come to this place maybe... hmm... 2-3 days a week? Although...”

She narrowed her eyes at him a little, head tilting a bit to the right. “You do look... kind of familiar. I might've seen you in passing here. Although, whenever I'm here, I tend to stick more to myself anyway.”

And it was right when she finished this statement that she heard the other girl there ask for a towel. Eyes flickering over to her, she'd only just then noticed that it was raining. Great. Her eyes then moved over to the unknown woman there for a job interview and noticed her trying to cover herself feebly, shirt having been soaked all the way through due to the rain. She briefly considered offering her jacket in order to cover the woman... but then she figured that a towel might be better suited.