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Post by Evangeline Rose on Nov 13, 2015 19:35:48 GMT
Today was the day, the day she finally moved out. Things hadn't been in the same since her dad had died, and she honestly couldn't stand being there any more. She would still see her mum at work, and obviously she'd go back home every now and again to spend time with her, but it was about time she moved out. She was 21 now, after all, and she'd started to feel weird still being at home, so she'd found a cheep apartment, admittedly in the bad part of town, and had moved all her stuff over. She'd never realised how little stuff she'd actually had until she packed it all up, but there was only really the stuff from her room she had to bring over, and the few things her mother had let her take over.She only had the last box to bring into her new home, which is what she was doing. Holding the cardboard box in her arms she kicked the car door closed and caused the bottom of the box to, somehow, fall out. "Shit!" She exclaimed before dropping her knees and begining to place everything back in the box. All she could say was thank god it wasn't fragile stuff.WORDS: 207 NOTES: XXX TAG: @clayton |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 15:18:36 GMT
It was odd, being back here. The air was thick with the promise of rain, leaves crunching with each step he took. It’d been too long, and he couldn’t help comparing the then to now. The buildings were worn down with age, a few new establishments built over the ones he could sparsely remember. The people of Beacon Hills had aged quite a bit since the last time he’d even thought of stepping foot in the town. Ten years, it’d been ten years and aside from the few décor changes, everything was cloying the same, just a little shorter. He’d sprouted up quite a bit since he was twelve, since puberty does tend to have that effect on people.
Glancing around the streets now, it wasn’t so hard to imagine himself living here happily- had things been differently when he was a kid. Had it not been for the accident, he’d have been one of the proud citizens shuffling around the late fall afternoon, but things were never that simple. Not really.
He’d been twelve, playing a game of tag with a friend in the woods behind the mansion his mother spent most of her time fussing over, the sun hanging just below the tree line- the night was an eerie promise. Twigs snapped under their plundering feet, pitched laughter ringing off the tree bark as they dodged each other’s advances. It was innocent play, the moon hitching higher and higher in the sky as they rounded back towards his home- but they didn’t quite make it that far. Both of them tuckered out and leaning against each other as they dragged themselves through the underbrush of summer, they weren’t quite prepared for what came next. How could they ever be? It happened fast, and the details were fuzzy to Clayton now, but in a breath, everything was ruined. In a blink, his friend was locked in the jaws of a wolf-like creature, and struggling to fight it off- but it was too late. A hard snap, and the life drained from the boy’s eyes- and Clay was meant to be next. Had it not been for his father searching for them, trying to reign them in for dinner, he’d have been dog chow too, but he had scraped by with just a few scratches, nothing too deep, but scarring permanently.
His friend was dead, the creature gone, and he was shipped away to a private school across the country, living soundly on his father’s money.
Ten years, and he was still haunted with the memory. No psychiatrist could fix the damage done, no pill could stop the nightmares. Clay just had to learn to live with it, but coming back here? That was never in the plan, but of course, here he was, clutching the keys to his car and internally debating whether he could really face going back to that house or if he should just hide out in an apartment until the paperwork was done.
His parents were dead, freak accident they said, but nothing more. The estate left to him- the lumber business, house, fortune and all. Thing is, he didn’t think he could handle it. Not here.
He shoved his keys into the pocket of his overcoat, fingers wiggling their way into his pockets as he balanced on the balls of his feet. Stay or go?
Clayton didn’t have time to ponder the thought much further when a loud crashing sound interrupted his internal debate. Glancing around, he caught sight of a girl kneeling by a broken box, cursing under her breath as she tried to pick everything up. He couldn’t help the smile on his lips, feet instinctively carrying him over to the girl, hunching over as his reached to pick up a few items- helping her out. “Did anything break?” He asked softly, blue eyes scanning over the fallen things as he held out one of the objects he’d snatched up.
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Nov 22, 2015 23:10:29 GMT
Evans head snapped up at the sound someone's voice, afraid the someone was going to take something especially dear to her, or try and stab her and take everything, or something like that. Usually she wasn't so easy to scare, but there was something about being alone, in a place that you didn't particularly know, on your hands and knees which made you feel a bit more vulnerable then usual. She honestly didn't know why she hadn't heard him approaching, usually she was so on guard, so keen at hearing everything around her. It was something that came from having to stay on guard to avoid being attacked by some angry wolf for years taught you.
She quickly realised the voice had been kind instead of intimidating, and her shoulders dropped as she let relief wash through her, and she stopped gripping the candle she was holding so tightly her knuckles were white. What she had been planning to do with that candle she didn't know exactly. Putting the candle back into the box it came out of she shook her head at the man "No, it's not really breakable stuff" She replied, taking the item from his hand with a quick "Thanks" Smiling back at him she meet his eyes quickly, almost the same shade of blue as hers, before looking away and shoving the item back into the box, still cursing the goddamn-fucking-shitty cardboard box mentally.WORDS: 238 | NOTES: Good good | TAG: @clayton |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 21:05:41 GMT
Clayton could tell he startled her. From the death grip she had on the candle in hand and the wide, sharp blue eyes meeting his with a look that bordered terrified, but mostly shone with shock- well, it wasn't really too hard to miss. Once the item had left his own hand and was safely stored in the cardboard box, he shuffled back a bit to give her a bit of breathing space. Glancing around him, his fingers worked their way around a few more mindless objects- things from another candle to what seemed to be an empty picture frame- the glass luckily not shattered. He gingerly collected them off the ground, arms stretched as he held them back out to her, a soft smile gracing his lips in effort to calm her nerves some. This wasn't exactly the best part of town, from we he remembered but who knows if he could trust those memories, so he understood why she may be at unease. Random guy touching her stuff? Yeah, he'd be a little suspicious too- though he held no harmful intentions, just lending a hand. Typical.
"No problem," he finally replied, snapping out of his haze as he grabbed the last thing closest to him and offered it up, "And that's good news." He was thankfully nothing had happened, or else he would have felt immensely guilty over something he played no hand in- he had a complex, big time.
Eyes scanning the ground one last time, he finally let his gaze find hers, a smile still sturdy on his lips, "Need any help with that?" He gestured vaguely to the box, more than willing to help her with the broken thing. "Clay, uh Clayton, by the way."
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Dec 5, 2015 20:49:48 GMT
Just from a glance at his face Evans realised that she had no reason to be at all scared by him, and almost felt a bit dumb about it, but then she realised that she did have a bit of a reason too since she was in the shady part of town. Suddenly the idea of coming home in the dark every night, or coming home drunk, didn't seem like such a great idea, and she almost wished she hadn't moved out. But then she remembered how empty her home had felt after her dads death, and how her mum would aimlessly walk around the house, or smother Evans constantly, begging for every inch of her attention, of course, she understood it, but Evans preferred grieving alone, in peice, and couldn't stand being covered like that. So, she'd had to leave, and this was all she could afford.
She took the things from his hands thankfully, then put them back in the box, silently praying that it didn't break again. She glanced up at the guy and smiled slightly, wondering whether or not to let him help. On one had, she didn't know him and he could be a serial killer stalker, but on the other hand, he was cute, and had already stopped to help her once, and she did have weapons in her flat, if worse came to worse. "Yeah, I probably could do with a hand" she replied, then added "oh, Evangeline, or just Evans"WORDS: 248 | NOTES: Good XXX | TAG: @clayton |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2015 13:50:41 GMT
Clayton almost laughed, a grin tugging at his lips as her introduction fell similar to his. Too long of names and demanding for something shorter. Clay and Evans, almost sounds like a backwoods country duo. Weird thoughts, focus. The girl was agreeing to his offer. Nodding along to what she was saying, he glanced around quickly before rising to his full height, brushing off the dirt from his pants with nimble hands. Glancing her way with a soft smile, he leaned down and snatched up the box, securing his hands at the bottom to be sure that it wouldn’t split open again. Hefting it in his arms and closer to his chest, his lips curved into an even larger grin as he asked, “Where to, Evans?”
Maybe he would stick around these apartments after all. They seemed shady, and he figured the girl needed a friend, and he was willing to be that because maybe he needed one too.
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Dec 17, 2015 21:52:33 GMT
Evans noticed his little grin, and couldn't help but let a little smile come to her lips too. It was obvious that he also knew the struggle of having a weird, long name, and how you had to try and come up with the most normal, short nickname you could come up with. She couldn't help but think she'd gotten off a bit easier then he had. Between Evans and Clay she'd pick Evans any day, even if strangers did tend to think she was a guy if they'd only seen her name written down. She watched him stand up and noticed how tall he was, she only came up to about his chin, which she discovered when she stood up next to him. She was about to bend down to pick up the box, thinking he'd just help her to make sure the bottom didn't collapse again, or if it did he'd be there to help her pick up the stuff of it did fall out. But he beat her too it, and had quickly pushed the box to his chest, his arms under it to make sure nothing else happened. She was a little taken a back, but wouldn't complain, as she'd already carried numerous boxed to her apparel net today, and didn't really want to carry any more. "This way" She told him with a smile, before leading him into the building, holding the door open for him as she went. Maybe it would be a bad idea to show a complete stranger where she lived, but really that was a risk she was willing to take right now./span]WORDS: 272 | NOTES: Good good | TAG: @clayton |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2015 2:33:40 GMT
Hefting the box up higher on his arms, Clayton made sure the bottom was secure in his hold before following Evans into the apartment building, tall enough that he was able to see over the box and his general surroundings so he didn't run into anything. Which would be embarrassing, but entirely probable given it was him carrying the thing. Just because he was all limbs didn't mean that they were graceful. His steps were cautious, all while his eyes wandered over the scenery- he was considering living here after all. It'd be a major down grade from what he was used to, not that he'd ever fall deep into the luxurious pool. He'd kept things basic, while finer than most, but this? It wasn't necessarily bad, just- how does he put it without sounding like a spoiled brat? It didn't seem safe was probably the best way to put it. The area wasn't the best, and with the forest backing the building, he was cautious on if he should be worried about more than the common thug. Wolves still haunted his dreams, and he didn't think he could handle worrying about his possessions on top of his sanity. Other than the location of the building, it just seemed rather drab, but homey nonetheless. No peeling paint or promise of bugs, but it was dull- the lights low and walls dark.
They hadn't reached her room yet, so Clayton let his curiosity peak as he asked, "So you like the place so far?" He laughed softly at himself, shaking his head as he added, "I mean, from what you've seen," considering he was helping her move in boxes, he doubted she'd actually been here long.
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Jan 5, 2016 18:29:29 GMT
As they went further into the building Evans looked over her shoulder to see a) if he was still there and hadn't decided to run off with her stuff, b) to make sure he was okay, and c) to see if she could gage any idea of what he was thinking. She saw him glancing around at the place, pretty obviously judging it, and wasn't really surprised. It wasn't necessarily a bad place, she'd slept in places that looked much dodgier while out on a trip with her dad, but it also wasn't exactly the nicest place, especially compared with the other houses around Beacon Hills. Still, she was slowly starting to like the place more as time went on, and nothing had happened yet to make her scared to live there, or just hate the place and the neighbours, but then again she hadn't spent much time there, and had only had one or two nights there so far. The one thing she didn't like was how far up her apartment was. It was the 5th floor out of 7, and they had only reached the 2nd one. Honestly, she felt a bit bad about accepting his offer of help now.
"It's alright, nothing bads happened so far, and everyone seems pretty quite and stuff" She replied with a shrug, smiling slightly as he added onto his sentence "But yeah, i haven't been here long, so i can't really judge" She added, glancing up the stairs- they'd basically reached the next floor now. "Sorry about all the stairs, i bet you're regretting offering to help out now" She said, with a little laugh. "I don't mind if you want to give up on them" She turned to face him, eyebrow raised, she had a jokey tone but she was being serious.WORDS: 302| NOTES: XXX | TAG: @clayton |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 22:15:56 GMT
"That's good to hear," Clayton mused as they stomped up another flight of steps, his fingers flexing in their designated spaces on the box as his eyes drifted further. It wasn't a bad place in the slightest, and with her word on the matter, even if she hadn't been here long and therefore couldn't really speak for the place, it did seem appealing, but could he really give up his parents mansion, his childhood home, for this? It was a downgrade, no doubt about it, but if it kept a foothold on his mental health? Yeah, well, it just may be a keeper. The downside to this place? Stairs. Which Evans pointed out in her next more bashful statement. His response was a barely there shrug and a gentle shake of his head, which just sent a few unruly curls into his line of sight and that would not do if he was expected to not run into something. Klutz by nature. "Not regretting, I mean, if I'd let you do this all by yourself, then yeah- I'd regret that," typical good guy move, "Nah, 'fraid your stuck with me until we reach your room," which sounds a little stalker-y, way to creep, Clay. He bit his lip, trying to shake the strands out of sight, but it just wasn't working, so he huffed as he asked, "Is the elevator down?" Did the place even have one?
With one finally tilt of his head, he finally gave up and asked softly, "I'm sorry, but, uh, would you mind," he shook his head slightly, trying to lean down more to her level, "My bangs- can't see, and I'm kinda clumsy. Don't want to drop your box again, you know? Could you move 'em?" Awkward, yeah, but it wasn't like he was asking to make out with her- just brush his hair out of his eyes to ensure the safety of her materials.
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Jan 13, 2016 22:49:26 GMT
Aw, wasn't he a lovely guy. He seemed really nice, and she decided that she'd have to offer him a drink or something when they finally got to her flat. Wow, was she going to loose a lot of weight while living here- it was like climbing a fricken mountain every time she wanted to get to her flat. And knowing her, and her awful memory, she'd end up coming up them multiple times a day because- oh look- she's forgotten her phone again. That was one of the things she wasn't looking forward too, but she reminded herself that the pros did out way the cons. "Ah, what a shame" She joked, grinning over at him, before shaking her head at his question "It doesn't even have one, this place is ooold, man" She added on. When she first came to look at the place she nearly refused to see the actual flat because she couldn't deal with the stairs, but when she saw the actual apartment she decided she liked it enough to deal with the stairs. Honestly, she didn't know why she liked it- it really wasn't anything special- but she'd just sort of connected with it, as dumb as it may sound.
She looked at him when he spoke again, looking confused for a second before she realised what he was asking "Oh yeah, sure" She said, then brushed his hair out the way softly, careful not to take to long doing it or to touch his actual face, as he might find that weird.WORDS: 259| NOTES: XXX | TAG: @clayton |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 1:12:37 GMT
Clayton chuckled at her joke, the smile on his lips dipping ever so slightly at her second comment. How can a place with this many floors not have an elevator? He understood that it was old, but no renovations had been made to improve the place? The construction would have been inconvenient to the renters living there, but wasn't having to walk up umpteenth flights of stairs even more so? He couldn't imagine making that trek on late nights after a hard day, or, god forbid, there was an emergency and she couldn't make it down fast enough. It wasn't safe, but she seemed content on her decision to make a home here, so he kept his mouth shut and tightened his hold on the box as they continued to march up the stairs, a huff of disbelief being his only response on the matter.
He was grateful that she did as he asked without much hassle, her fingers swift as they delicately swept his hair out of his eyes. Normally his hair was cleanly cut, but as winter rolled around, he'd let it grow. Which he was growing to regret. Smiling softly down at her, he nodded his gratitude, "Thank you. I don't let it get this long usually, but it's been a weird year. Haven't had time." Clayton bit his lower lip, not wanting to dwell too much on his parents demise when he was actually feeling pretty light with Evans at his side. Didn't feel sad, but rather bordering on joyous at her company, even if he was excused after they reached her room and they never saw each other again. Which would be unlikely considering how small Beacon Hills was- and even more so if he decided to live here. He didn't think he would, given that with no elevator he'd half to march up and down the stairs non-stop and he didn't think he could do that. Not if he was the one to have an emergency.
"So are you from here?" Clayton asked, trying to strike up further conversation.
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Jan 31, 2016 21:33:12 GMT
"Yeah, born and bread" Evans told him with little smile. "If you're from around here you might have heard of my family? We run the animal clinic. Rose's" She told him, glancing at him to see if he knew what she was on about. He might be new and not have a clew about what she was on about, but if he was from here too he probably would have heard of the Rose's. Not only did they run the clinic, but if anyone needed help or information about the supernatural they were the people to go to. Her mum also used to put on a mean wine night for the local mums, or playday for their kids.
Aaaand they made it! Floor five. "Here we are!" She exclaimed, turning around to grin at him. "This is the part where i've forgotten my keys in the car, right?" She said with a laugh before digging her hands in her pockets to retrieve them. Thankfully, she was wrong, and she emerged successfully with her keys. She unlocked the door but paused in the door way to look at him "Do you want a drink or something? As a thanks" Really, it was the least she could do, and she was just praying he wasn't a serial killer or something. Even if he was, she was pretty sure she could take him on.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2016 5:47:07 GMT
The recognition was almost instant, a look of pure excitement creasing his features as he proclaimed, “Oh! I know that place. I took my dog there when I was, like, eight because he kept eating lizards and getting sick.” Not the prettiest reason, but going to the veterinarian was rarely a glamorous thing. Now, he didn’t know Evans personally, couldn’t recall ever seeing a little girl wandering around the clinic whenever he went, but knowing that she was a local made him relax- and then tense, because she must have heard about his parents’ recent demise. Or maybe even know of what happened all those years ago to him. Death was big news in a small town.
It wasn’t something he should worry about, so he forced the thoughts away and let the smile that had faltered grow once more at her announcement. His arms certainly let out a cheer of relief, his muscles bulging as he shifted the box in hand once more- the weight suddenly intensifying now that he knew he could set it down.
Clay let out a bark of a laugh at her comment, shaking his head as he grinned. Funny, really- but he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slow breath of relief when she actually brandished the keys. His eyes went round at her offer, lips parted as he tried to find the right answer. Did she really want him to come inside or was it more of an empty offer? He took a risk, shifting the box once more as he nodded and said softly, “That would be nice,” and then he grinned once more as he said, “A thanks and housing warming all in one, huh?”
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