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ADRIAN DE'REGE
I don't be here, not without you.
[nospaces] [attr="class","colorBG"] [attr="class","colorHead"] [attr="class","colorText1"]my dear don’t unfold me –– [attr="class","colorText2"]I’m colored in again, in you –– [attr="class","colorBack"] [attr="class","color1"]  [attr="class","color2"] [attr="class","colorWay"] [attr="class","colorBody"] [attr="class","colorPost"] If there’s one thing Adrian can’t get enough of is her desire for sweets. Her teeth would rot from it if she didn’t know better to balance a healthy diet but her stomach would kill her from over-indulging if her roommate, Quin, didn’t cap her when she started having one too many. But! Today he was working late and had plans after leaving her to herself on one of her days off. So with what could only be described as a platter of sweets and a piping hot cup of tea off to the side; Adrian sat quite happily off to the side gazing out the large glass window. [break] [break] A leg tucked beneath the other as she bobbed her foot to the beat of an imaginary tune. If it wasn’t the vibrant pink hair that caught people’s attention if only for a second, it was surely the large platter of sweets she’d set out. Even the quaint barista had double checked her order and checked again when Adrian had said it would be for here and not to go. [break] [break] But the eyes of strangers and their varying feelings and opinions on the matter didn’t bother her one bit. After all before she moved, in their community she had been relatively.. Known, for her promiscuous behavior and thus any talk about her was negative, something she learned to get over. [break] [break] If she hadn’t been so preoccupied indulging her sweet tooth, and if Quin hadn’t been working with plans later she’d probably have a much smaller pile of sweets. But it wasn’t the case, and with that her attention was focused on enjoying rather than finding someone within the cafe to sit with if they looked lonely. [break] [break] // Mason O. Hollis - Aidan Ren huehuehue you can pick who to drop in [attr="class","colorFoot"] [attr="class","colorWay"] ulla [newclass=.colorBG]width:400px;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorHead]height:100px;background:#ddd;width:400px;overflow:hidden;line-height:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorWay]background:linear-gradient(45deg, #e67ca3, #ffa7c7,#ddd);height:100px;width:500px;margin-left:-1000px;transition:.8s;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorFoot]background-color:#ddd;height:10px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorFoot .colorWay]background:linear-gradient(45deg, #ddd, #e67ca3, #ffa7c7);float:right;margin-right:-600px;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorBG:hover .colorWay]margin-left:0px;transition:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorBG:hover .colorFoot .colorWay]margin-right:0px;transition:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorText1]color:#fff;font-family:source sans pro;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:12px;text-shadow:#aaa 1px 0,#aaa 0 1px,#aaa -1px 0,#aaa 0 -1px;float:left;margin-left:70px;transition:.5s;transition-delay:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorText2]color:#fff;font-family:source sans pro;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:12px;text-shadow:#c0516b 1px 0,#c0516b 0 1px,#c0516b -1px 0,#c0516b 0 -1px;float:left;margin-top:-100px;opacity:0;margin-left:90px;transition:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorBG:hover .colorText1]opacity:0;margin-left:90px;transition:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorBG:hover .colorText2]opacity:1;margin-left:50px;transition:.3s;transition-delay:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.color1]float:left;margin-left:5px;opacity:.9999;-webkit-filter:grayscale(100%);-webkit-clip-path: polygon(25% 0%, 100% 0%, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);clip-path: polygon(25% 0%, 100% 0%, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);transition:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.color2]float:left;opacity:.5;margin-left:-20px;-webkit-filter:grayscale(100%);-webkit-clip-path: polygon(25% 0%, 100% 0%, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);clip-path: polygon(25% 0%, 100% 0%, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);transition:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorBack]background-color:#fff;width:190px;margin-right:-30px;float:right;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(11% 0%, 100% 0%, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);clip-path: polygon(13% 0%, 100% 0%, 87% 100%, 0% 100%);margin-top:-100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorBody]padding:10px;width:380px;background-color:#fff;-webkit-filter:grayscale(100%);[/newclass] [newclass=.colorPost]font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;border-left:#ffa7c7 2px solid;margin:20px;padding:5px;padding-left:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorPost b]color:#e67ca3;[/newclass] [newclass=.colorBG:hover .color1,.colorBG:hover .color2, .colorBG:hover .colorBody]-webkit-filter:grayscale(0%);transition:1s;[/newclass] [googlefont=Source Sans Pro]
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Stockton, CA
Heterosexual
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Mason O. Hollis
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9:00pm. A cold, clear night, winter threatening to take hold of Seattle as it had since time immemorial. Coming early, for once.
It wasn't every day that Mason found himself strolling about the streets of Pike's Place Market around this time of the day, and it certainly wasn't every day that he found himself craving sweets at a cafe. On a regular basis, he'd be shacked up inside his nine-hundred square foot fortress of solitude, binging Bruce Willis movies, eating popcorn, perusing through sheafs of cases turned cold. There had been times when the detective had made a couple forays down the Elliott Bay waterfront, out of place amid the tourists, the fishmongers, antique dealers, produce stands, and equally out of mind. He was already familiar with the local frozen custard truck fashioned out of an old RV, familiar with the Russian bakery between Western Avenue and Virginia Street that sold pirozhkis well worth a thirty minute wait. And yet never in his brief tenure in the Emerald City had he ever stumbled upon the quaint little cafe tucked in the Public Market Center.
Until now.
The minutes crawled slowly, interspersed between the occasional sip of an aromatic cup of joe, one that was impressive through and through. The barista had referred to it proudly as single-source Ethiopian Genika and the quality of the beans showed; Chocolate notes, with a distinctive floral scent, neither too watery nor too acidic, which was more than he could say for the coffee machine at the precinct. Perhaps he really ought to come here more often. Or perhaps the precinct ought to order from this cafe more often, lord knew just what would happen if they replaced the pigswill in the break room with this stuff.
A moment's rumination came to an end, and a haggard, angular face looked at his own reflection in the window, bony digits raking through messy finger-length hair that refused all attempts to tame it. Gone was the careworn two-piece suit that had become as much his uniform as those uncomfortable patrol uniforms had a police officer, and dressed in jeans, a checkered flannel shirt, and a faded zip-up hoodie, the man seemed less Columbo and more an extra on the set instead. Bleary-eyed and frazzled, with only that piping cup of coffee and a simple cinnamon twist keeping him from collapsing entirely. If only Tyler could see him now.
But Tyler was dead. Just like Hunter. Just like Gershon.
And somewhere in this city, his killer was lurking the streets, stalking in the shadows, armed with nothing but a combat knife, a deluded sense of justice, and a sick, depraved mind. If the recent 010s were any indicator, it was that they were all done by him. The motive was the same; corrupt politicians, dirty cops, low-level criminals, all butchered in the most horrific of ways and arranged in a meticulous manner befitting of the term serial killer.
The question was, what ungodly reason would someone fly out all the way from New York to Seattle just to pursue a deluded brand of justice?
No matter, the prospect of good food always took his mind off of such...less than savory thoughts.
Mason took a sip of his coffee once more, and almost immediately did he spit it back out. Not even the sweet cinnamon sugar of his pastry could counter what had just transpired.
It tasted of corpses.
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June
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ADRIAN DE'REGE
I don't be here, not without you.
[nospaces] [attr="class","colorBG"] [attr="class","colorHead"] [attr="class","colorText1"]my dear don’t unfold me –– [attr="class","colorText2"]I’m colored in again, in you –– [attr="class","colorBack"] [attr="class","color1"] [attr="class","color2"] [attr="class","colorWay"] [attr="class","colorBody"] [attr="class","colorPost"] Despite Adrian’s demeanor where one would call her air-headed or naive— (maybe ignorant?) Adrian was a rather insightful and perceptive individual when she wanted to be (which was the key). The chime of the quaint bell that hung above the door to the cafe rang often, becoming nothing but white noise in the background as she continued to gaze out the window. Rolling a piece of hard, chocolate covered candy in her mouth. [break] [break] It was cold today and it showed with the way people hurried from one destination to the other. Disgruntled when the wind gave them a cold slap to the face as they burrowed further into their jackets and scarves. Noses tinted red to match the tips of any ears that showed. But the cafe, despite the occasional breeze that swept through when the door opened, was warm and inviting and the smell was comforting. Coffee was something she’d gotten used to, scent wise, as her roommate lived off of it like she wished one would drink water. [break] [break] The candy rolling between her teeth stopped between her back molars as she crunched down at it, her gaze taken by the man only a few seats away from hers as he sputtered and coughed at his drink. The smooth, melted inside of her candy was reassuring as she lingered on the person for a moment. Blue eyes caught in the way their features looked gaunt, tired like the world had weighed down all it could on their shoulders. It was a feeling Adrian knew well, but what she knew better is that—[break] [break] Death clung to people.[break] [break] No, she wasn’t any psychic and she was iffy on whether she believed in the supernatural but there was something about death that made people different. Maybe she was reaching with that assumption but she knew the look well, she’d seen it when she did clinicals for her degree. Saw the way people hunched their shoulders when a loved one had grim news. But most of all she'd seen it during investigations, hunched loved ones and officers taking notes. It bore a weight not many people could handle and there were days when she didn’t think she could, either. [break] [break] There really isn’t a decision to get up and move to his table, her body moves on its own as she sweeps up her platter of assorted goodies and grabs her slow-cooling tea with the other. Only a few people stand between her and his table and they’re quick enough to step aside less she bump and spill everything. [break] [break] It settles nicely in front of him and soon her tea follows, albeit closer to her seat as she sits down. There’s a smile like sunshine on her face despite the overcast that clung and made today even colder. [break] [break] “Y’mind if I join you?” Not like she’d given him much of an option but it didn’t matter! She was here to help! And not everyone accepted help willingly. (But oh god she hoped he wouldn’t make a scene or get angry). “You alright? I saw you choke on your coffee,” She nudges the platter of pastries closer to him. “Feel free to take some, I could probably eat them all myself but that being said I really shouldn’t.” She gives a quiet laugh. “I’m Adrian, sorry to drop in I just felt like I could use some company and no offense but.. You look like you could use a friend— or at least a distraction.” There’s only earnest sincerity lacing her voice and she hopes he’ll agree. [break] [break] // Mason O. Hollis - she's going in for the friendship. Lemme know if the death tidbit's too meta-gaming/godmody and I'll adjust :thinking: i just liked the way it flowed lmao. 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20
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Stockton, CA
Heterosexual
Detective
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Mason O. Hollis
Qui Custodiet Pso Custodes.
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Adrian, was it?
Grey eyes perceived a petite woman, perhaps several heads shorter than he; lithe but not too skinny, with a smattering of freckles on pale skin and a shock of pink hair. It wasn't every day an individual came to strike up conversation and share a plate of delectable pastries with a complete stranger, so when she did, it was no understatement to say that Mason was surprised. Pleasantly so.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," the detective replied amid bouts of coughing. Just some food down the wrong windpipe is all. Yet there was something about those piercing blue eyes that bore into him, like an ant underneath a microscope. Of course, nobody could believe a lie that feeble; it showed on his ruddy visage, the way he carried himself. Roughly 70% of communication is nonverbal, after all.
Regardless of whether the man acquiesced or not, she was here to stay, and watching the stranger sip her tea did he contemplate what the audacious young girl had just said. There was no offense taken from her admittedly somewhat brazen words; it was evident that he looked like shit. Or at least, more so than on other days. Which was why the prospect of a distraction in any shape or form was something that was at once agreeable to Mason. Maybe he was just being paranoid. And a nice conversation with a stranger of whom he knew nothing about was one way to divert his attention.
And hey, if there was free food to be had, then what else could he do but partake?
"Mason, and well....thanks," the man nodded, and helped himself gingerly to a Pain au Chocolat. He didn't know Adrian, and there was a part of the cop that wondered what exactly was under the pretense, but nevertheless did he accept. Common courtesies govern all manner of human affairs, and the haggard detective seemed almost sheepish as he nibbled on one of the many pastries atop a rather large platter.
"It's been a....long day....gotta to take a load off of things."
And yet the thought of that sinister figure and the trail of bodies in his wake, the feel of rust-speckled iron chains and the memories of being held captive in a dilapidated warehouse overlooking the mouth of the Hudson could not be washed away so easily, like tears in rain. Or pastries and coffee. But it wouldn't do to dwell further than need be, the more he dwelt on the topic at hand, the more even the most delicious meal could lose its savor. Topics, topics.
"So, Adrian, I take it you get Rocky references a lot?"
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ADRIAN DE'REGE
I don't be here, not without you.
[nospaces] [attr="class","colorBG"] [attr="class","colorHead"] [attr="class","colorText1"]my dear don’t unfold me –– [attr="class","colorText2"]I’m colored in again, in you –– [attr="class","colorBack"] [attr="class","color1"] [attr="class","color2"] [attr="class","colorWay"] [attr="class","colorBody"] [attr="class","colorPost"] Adrian watches him quietly, heavy shoulders and bags forming beneath his eyes. Tired, her mind supplies effortlessly because it’s obvious on him and it bothers Adrian to see someone so— worn out. Something she knew well, heavy shoulders and sleepless nights and perhaps their reasons were different (no, they more than likely were) it’s still a feeling she’s familiar with. Uncomfortably so. [break] [break] Knowing the feeling so well there’s a desperate urge that blooms in her chest of wanting to at least help in someway. Though, her help is not always wanted or warranted it’s not in her nature to ignore someone either. If the only thing she’s able to spare is her time to distract someone, Adrian is all the more willing to do so. [break] [break] An hour or two to forget sometimes was the only escape she’d get. [break] [break] She blinks at his comment and then laughs softly, one hand moving to cover her mouth less she displays sugary sweets she’s yet to melt off her teeth before swallowing the rest of treat to respond. “Not as often as one would like, but yes.” [break] [break] The hot tea she’s set aside is warm against her lips, melts away all the chocolate into a delightful taste that she savors for a long minute as it warms her hands (they were always getting cold). [break] [break] “Feel free to more, or the rest. You’ll spare me a stomach ache, promise.” Her pink juts out from the cup to point to the tray of sweets where a dozen or so still remain. Eyes always bigger than her stomach— especially when she was hungry (she hadn’t skipped breakfast to come here or anything) so she’d ordered far too much and not having an actual meal was going to make the ache that much worse. [break] [break] “Movie fan? Or Rocky fan?” She muses, a smile against the edge of the mug as she presses it to her lips. “I’d like to think people reference Rocky more than they probably are.” She gives a half-shrug, setting her tea back to the table but keeping her hands wrapped around it. “I think my friends would reference games more than they would movies,” mostly because they played the former more than they sat and watched something older. “Save one buuut I doubt he’d take the plunge even if it was opportune.” She feigns a look of distress, as if passing up the chance to make a pun or reference was unforgivable. [break] [break] “So, movie fan, game fan, Rocky fan?”[break] [break] // Mason O. 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