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bakerstreet2016-01-06 10:10 pm
toastysocks) wrote in bakerstreet2016-01-06 10:10 pm
Grab the box of tissues, it's time for
A Soap Opera/Telenovela Tropes Meme
Let's be honest, we play out some pretty crazy things on Bakerstreet, from budding romance to chilling betrayal, surprise twists and stunning plots worthy of any tv drama.
...but what if that drama was a soap opera?
Post your character, their backstory and what their role in this big soap opera is! Are they a high rolling Wall Street hedge fund manager? The charming and demure maid? Maybe your shonen hero is the new pool boy, or your superhero now finds himself a trophy husband to a hotshot lawyer wife who worships Satan! Give us a taste of what your character's soap opera life could be!
Any top-level left blank will be deleted.
1. "But Ramon...it's your baby!" Surprise pregnancies! Keep it, get rid of it, put it up for adoption, but definitely ask for a paternity test, she's also slept with the pool boy. Which brings us to...
2. "Rebecca, how could you?!" Someone caught their lover in flagrante delecto with another! /organ wail How awkward if it turns out-
3. "She's your sister!" Whoops. Incest a go-go.
4. "Your mother gave Caesar up in her grief" And thus, your long-lost sibling/aunt/cousin's brother's nephew's former roommate has come to crash the party.
5. "Speak now or forever hold your peace" Drama on the wedding day! You're a bride left at the altar, your former (and quite possibly long-lost) lover decides your trip down the aisle is a mistake. Maybe this whole marriage is an accident!
6. "I'm sorry, Jacqueline...it's terminal" Someone's going to die. You, your dog, your tenth secret love child, oh the drama. Just remember...
7. "Lupita, you're alive!" Death is only temporary in a soap opera. Maybe you even faked it!
8. "David...don't you remember me?" The amnesia option. You hit your head in a tragic hang-gliding accident
9. "It's a miracle!" Is your character in a coma? Not anymore! Bonus points if you pair it with #5
10. "I love you!" Three little anguished, desperate words, uttered at the worst moment possible.
11. "I have a terrible secret..." The catch-all! Anything else you want to add, go for it, just make it as cheesy and overwrought as you can.
Peter Quill | Marvel Comics | OTA
Now he's just a party boy, splurging his money and getting into all sorts of trouble.
Until someone smacks him upside the head to bring his memory back.Also open to the idea of his memories having been purposely altered by some antagonist for whatever reason. )
Adrian Fletcher | Holby City | OTA
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[Except then, in the most plausible plotline ever, he found out that his mother hadn't died when he was a child, as he'd thought, but had had another son. Just when everything seemed like it had settled down, too]
[He feels weird walking through a hospital without a white coat on. Plus, English people everywhere. What's up with that? But apparently, that's where his brother works, so... He asks for Adrian Fletcher by name, and eventually finds him. Which is where this gets awkward. Because how do you even broach this subject?]
Even your scrubs are different in this country. What's up with that?
[who's awkward he's not awkward]
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At the moment, he's at the nurse's station, dealing with a major incident; two-car and a coach RTC. He's directing patients to triage areas, others into surgery and just generally managing things.
When the American shows up, he throws Fletch off his rhythm, and he stares for a second before blinking.]
Uh... Sorry. Can I help you?
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[He shrugs]
Looks nasty.
You're Fletcher, right?
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Uh, yeah. That's me. And we're kinda in the middle of something, so unless you're sick, I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside.
[This is said with authority, with firmness, because, yeah. A critical trauma triage scenario isn't the best time to take a social call.]
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...I'll be in the coffee shop when you get this lot sorted.
Sean Slater | EastEnders | OTA
Hawkeye Pierce | M*A*S*H | OTA
let's just pretend there's been a recent war with a u.s. draft][He sleeps with a lot of ladies, and hits on a lot more, and is still struggling with a drinking problem. Well. Less "struggling with", more "just kinda accepting"]
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Cordelia Chase | Angel
Luckily, Angel found her.
Angel was a darkly handsome European man with a bad accent and a lot of secrets. His baggage involved his own murder sprees, gypsies, and a doomed love. He and Cordelia teamed up to solve crime together and together, they saved women from cults, brought down crime rings, watched loved ones die, and suffered amnesia more than once. Despite her love for Angel, Cordelia had a baby with his son and their child, Jasmine, instantly turned into an ebony goddess of an adult that everyone in the world began to worship, even as Cordelia herself fell into a coma, unaware that her child was actually totally evil.
(Herein ends the canon but good lord, Joss, get your shit together).
Since waking up, Cordelia has become a fashion icon, famous for nothing other than her good looks and being the girlfriend of a world-famous business tycoon, Pierre Haverhill, who she's set to marry any day now. Of course, Pierre is totally corrupt and having an affair with his secretary, the head of the LAPD, and his Zumba instructor. But that's okay, because any day now, Cordelia's probably going to finally realize her love for any of the other men in her life. Gardener? Riding instructor? That guy who is penning her supposed biography? PIERRE'S TWIN, maybe???]
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assholedoctor? idk if it would actually fit any of the prompts, but...]]no subject
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[He comes by every so often to give her a check-up. It's worth checking up on reflexes and reactions every so often, given how long she was in a coma. Standard battery of tests - rubber hammer on the knee, minor strength tests, and so on - all to the backdrop of his never-ending chatter]
...So there's me, seven... wait, no, twelve martinis down, shirtless on a table singing the Star-Spangled Banner, and in walks the general, and he says... [He clears his throat and puts on a voice] He says God Almighty, this is all wrong. You can't sing that sitting down! And then, I kid you not, he starts rushing around the room making everyone stand up.
Okay, Cordelia, just flex your elbow, right there. Hold it. Good.
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[After all, she hasn't hurt her elbow since that time a Chinese spy who was posing as a supermodel had pushed Cordelia over the edge of her very own yacht! It had been, like everything else she endured, extremely traumatic.
Lucky how that coast guard rescue team had been headed by her long-lost twin brother, though!]
Are you sure that really happened? I think I read that in an Archie digest when I was a kid.
[She might not always believe his stories, but she doesn't mind listening (even if she usually isn't very patient when someone else is the focus of attention). He's nice to her, and it seems like ever-so-long since anyone else was nice to her. Like this morning? Her private barista had put hazelnut syrup in her no-foam, double shot, light on the agave skim latte. Hazelnut! Not vanilla! And her life was just full of these trials, like the universe was totally after her.]
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Try and straighten it. [He pushes against her bent arm]
You just don't believe it because you've never been around me drinking. Things get wild.
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[which is all well and good, really, because there seem to be an awful lot of doctors in her life with evil identical brothers or who put people in comas or who use their medical knowledge to poison anyone who gets in their way...]
Just as well. You'd break too many hearts if you let yourself lose control.
[And she bends her arm.]
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[Muffled, up against her chest] Not that it's not a good view, but that's not straightening your arm, Cordy.
7. "Lupita, you're alive!"
High school. Had it been that long when that moment under the bleachers that had started as a dare and turned into something a bit more. He had tried to track her down once upon a time, but she had disappeared from the face of the planet.
But now she was there in front of him, and he knew that scent anywhere.]
Cordelia Chase.
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[No use pretending she hadn't seen him as he crossed the road over to her--although she does, at least, step into the shadows. No one else needs to recognize her.
Some people would rather think she was still dead.
Cordelia gives a quick, furtive glance around before turning back to him. No smile, no opening for a hug.]
You should have kept driving.
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Strange things happen in this town, after all.]
You're not up for old friends saying hello?
5!
Cuthbert Allgood was reasonably certain that now was that time. He'd agonized for weeks. Ever since reading about the upcoming wedding. He ought to just leave it. He hadn't even seen her since she'd come out of her coma. It had been too long, too much had come between them...
But his heart wouldn't listen to his brain. This wasn't some cheap fling, easily forgotten. This was Cordelia. And she was marrying some other man tomorrow. No. No, he couldn't just sit by and let it happen. He might have nothing left of his family's fortunes, he may have lost his best friend, he may be forced to live in the stables of the man who'd stolen that fortune, but damned if he was going to lose Cordelia.
It was raining when he drove to her place, not even knowing what he was going to say. He still wasn't sure, when he rang the bell, damp and mussed from his sudden rush.
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But Cordelia had told them to all go home earlier than they really needed to. Even her tailor, in the middle of her final dress fitting, had been told to leave and come back tomorrow.
When she opened the Cordelia still wore the gown that she had mostly bought because her future mother-in-law had deemed it "vulgar". Maybe it was, but what was holy or sacred about this upcoming wedding?
The infidelity? The unspoken agreements to look away? The drug money?
Her entire life was spinning out of control, and she couldn't stop it. She had needed to be alone and think. The wedding was a mistake, it would all end in divorce, but she couldn't help herself from longing for how things had been with Pierre, once. For the time she had met him on the roof of the museum, when he had told her he had never seen anything so beautiful as the nape of her neck, and then he had kissed her as the fireworks that signaled a new year had shot above them.
She's stayed by him through the messy divorce from his previous wife, as his identical twin brother had appeared from nowhere and assumed his identity, as he had been kidnapped and held ransom by some French politicians while they were vacationing in Paris. But now, after all the drama and romance, all that was left seemed to be held together by the thinnest of threads.
Cordelia loved the excitement, and the glamour, and the money. But she missed the smell of leather and cigarette smoke and the feeling of being hugged like her ribs might break. She wanted to be thrown into a wall and hear the shatter of frames hit the wall. She wanted laughter and tears and passion. All that was left with Pierre were polite displays of affection when they were together in public.
She missed--
"Bert," Cordelia breathed as she opened the door. The light shone out from behind her into the night, illuminating the white gauze of her dress. "I knew it would be you."
Faramir | Lord of the Rings
Derek Hale | Open for anything!
Which is why it's rare that he has been coming into town more and more, spending an odd amount of time at the high school of all places. Those who know him - there are a few he will actually communicate with - knows that he's volunteering and helping the basketball team. But it's a small town, and things aren't really all they seem, right?]
I don't even know what option to fit here xD
This is part of the reason why Derek Hale is so goddamned infuriating to the teenager. He's a total enigma, which just has to mean he's got some kind of dirty little secret, and it's driving Stiles crazy.
He may or may not be stalking the guy. Hey, at least he goes to the school, so it isn't like he's trespassing. Well, it isn't until he ends up in the preserve, on land that doesn't actually belong to the public.]
no worries! we will just let them figure it out!
He waited until they were further onto the preserve before he disappeared from Stiles' sight. He let the boy wonder a moment and when he turned around, Derek was standing there behind him - too close and staring down with his dark, broody eyes at the teenager]
What do you think you're doing?
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He doesn't back down, though, which is something.]
Oh. You know, uh, hiking. In the woods. Looking at trees and. Rocks. What are you doing?
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[there is barely a reaction, his eyes watching Stiles. Taking him in from head to toe. There was something about him that Derek couldn't put his finger on, but he was not going to risk letting his guard down.]
You're trespassing.
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[Stiles doesn't have much to offer besides a sheepish smile. But hey, Derek couldn't prove he was up to anything nefarious. Which he wasn't, at all.]
I may be a little lost, sorry. Which way back to civilization...?
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[Stiles stared at Derek, just for a second, trying to figure him out. It was so frustrating, the not knowing.] Unless you'd like to escort me to the premises line yourself.
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[one eyebrow goes up, silently asking if he has to if it makes sure he leaves the preserve.]
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[That doesn't sound suspicious at all. Nope.]
Hey man, it's your world I'm just living in it.
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And now you're being ejected from it.
[oh look, the moon is starting to rise, and there are howls starting to fill the air]
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[Stiles stumbles along next to him, nearly braining himself when he trips on a tree root. The howls get his attention, though, and he twists in Derek's grip to look behind them, at the surrounding forest.]
There are wolves in these woods?
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[Stiles raises an eyebrow at Derek, still bumbling his way through the woods.]
You live out here, dude, there aren't supposed to be any wolves in these parts.
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[not mysterious at all]
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[Of course Stiles jumps to conclusions.]
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[faster than Stiles probably thought was possible, Derek turned and pressed Stiles up against a tree, a growl from deep in his throat. Was that the moonlight, or did his eyes flicked and glow blue for a moment?]
You're going to forget that you heard them, you hear me?
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[Stiles backpedals hard, resisting the instinctive urge to grab Derek's arms as he was hoisted against the tree. This dude could break him in half without flinching, that much was clear; Stiles' self-preservation only went so far, however, and had no jurisdiction over his mouth.] You might want to think twice before attempting to physically intimidate a teenager. They've got dolls for this sort of thing.
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[he could hear the teenager's heartbeat, smell the anxiety. The predator in him wanted to do more to the teen, and the protection of his family was a very strong instinct.]
So you going to forget what you heard?
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[He should probably shut up, like god, why does he skirt danger like a dumbass? But Stiles honestly can't help himself.]
Bite me, Francis.
Poe Dameron | That movie about the thing waking up | OTA
and maybe also a new boyfriendHe's also never seen without his corgi, enough so that people have begun to speculate that the dog is a service/companion animal to help with his PTSD and not just a pet.
Despite all of this, Poe is (or at least seems) generally content and is still the same open, giving person that his friends remember, if sometimes a little more distant than he was before.]
I'm wild carding the starter and we can roll with whatever option it creates
Poe was making him better and Poe's dog seemed to like Finn too, so that means it's about time for something to go wrong.]
Sounds like a plan!
Poe smiled, it was thin and it was tired, but it was genuine at least, "Morning." He said, settling on the other side of the couch, "Didn't mean to wake you." Because typical of Poe, to apologize for something like that, even if he hadn't done, giving Finn an out if he wanted it, and not touching him just yet in case he was still in fight mode.
Henry | X-Men OC | OTA
Though are there darker forces at work behind the band's sudden, near meteoric rise? Who really knows??]
Sunny Oakenshield | Hobbit AU OC | OTA
No one's quite sure why they adopted her instead of turning her over to the system, but that's the line of Durin, for you.]
Re: Sunny Oakenshield | Hobbit AU OC | OTA
Re: Sunny Oakenshield | Hobbit AU OC | OTA
Oh lord yes, do it. Especially if he doesn't know
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...No, he realizes after a bit, he's simply in a very dark place. How did he get here? What happened last? ...Bilbo. He remembers looking up at Bilbo. Who... cried? But why?§
And where is he? He rolls over but hits a wall, and then rolls over and hits the other. He raises a hand and feels cold stone above him as well.
With his muscles withered away from disuse, he can't do much about that, but everyone who walks by the sarcophagus of one Thorin Oakenshield will hear strange sounds from inside as he tries anyway.]
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And she had a lot of uncles.
In any case, she hadn't actually been expecting an answer, which was why that first thump caused her to yelp like a startled puppy, sitting bolt upright from where she'd been leaning against the wall, fingers drawing idle patterns in the dust on the floor. She'd almost convinced herself she'd imagined it, but then there was another, and another and she did the only thing that made sense: she went to get the shovel to use as a pry-bar to get the lid open, and even still she had to use most of her weight and both arms to get enough leverage to do so.
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Thorin blinks up at the face.
"...Bilbo?" No, not Bilbo, though this person really resembles him a lot (it's the lack of beard, really).
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At least her voice was steady enough, not giving away just how nervous she was even as she added: "How long have you been in there?" Because that seemed like the most logical question to ask first, though this was followed almost immediately by: "I'm Sunny, who are you?"
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"Where am I?"
Because he sure as hell doesn't remember here last; it's definitely not the halls; he's never seen her, and it doesn't seem like a place where you would put a sick person...
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Her brow furrowed further at the question, though that was an easy enough one to answer, "In the tomb of Thorin Oakenshield, of course." She shook her head, "Where were you expecting to be?"
Honestly she was just going to keep asking questions until she actually got an answer on one of them, and for the time being, she didn't quite care which one got answered.
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It was colder, that he knows, and he was outside. There were eagles, and Bilbo. He definitely wasn't inside the mountain - this mountain. He could be mistaken, but he knows in his bones that this is the Lonely Mountain.
"I could... see this mountain." He frowns. What was the name of the place that he stood on?
"I was outside." He changes course abruptly, not wishing to dwell on not knowing where he was. It will come back to him as soon as he is a bit more awake - just why does he feel so weak.
And then her explanation of where they are right now sinks in, and his voice suddenly gains in strength as he looks at her with disdain.
"I would hardly have a tomb. I'm not dead." ...he isn't, right? These can't be the halls. She's not a Dwarf.
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Her brow furrowed then, "That is, of course, supposing you are actually Thorin Oakenshield and not an impostor." A head-shake followed, "Though I wouldn't be the one who'd be able to tell, never met you myownself before today. I've seen pictures, look like you might be him." She shrugged, offering him an arm again, "C'mon then, might as well get you home, one of the uncles will know if you're great-uncle Thorin for sure, they've all met you."
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Looking down at her, and then around, taking in the view of the Lonely Mountain returned to its old glory all around him.
A single tear might be rolling down his cheek, no, not literally but... that's the expression.It takes a whole minute or two before he looks back at her."Why do you think that I am your great-uncle?" Did Bilbo.. no, he can't really find an explanation that works that way, in any way.
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She couldn't help but smile, just a little, at his expression, it reminded her of how she always felt coming back after any amount of time away. Though at the question she laughed brightly, "You wouldn't know, would you? Kili found me in a dumpster outside of work, I wasn't quite a year old yet, then brought me back here since I hadn't got anywhere else to go, and nobody was looking for me after six months, so he and Fili adopted me all proper-like."
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Because where else would one of his nephews have worked after the mountain was reclaimed?
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And then, because that was really the more important response she added: "And the dumpster was in Edinburgh. Near the hospital where Kili works with Beorn."
Alanna Calrissian | Star Wars OC | OTA
Her father made sure (discreetly, of course, in no way that could be connected back to him) that she and her mother always had enough money and that they never struggled, but Alanna doesn't want money, she wants acknowledgement (and possibly a place in the will)]
Tyler Lockwood | The Vampire Diaries | OTA
For reasons unknown to the general public (though everyone suspects a girl was involved), Tyler's mellowed a bit. Currently, he studies political science & international relations at the local university, and he may or may not be on his way into a cushy political career.
The better question is, is it the career Tyler actually wants? At the same time, there's a prolific comic book artist who's been making headlines in the graphic novel industry - and if word gets out that he and Tyler "future president" Lockwood are related, things could get ugly.]
Harrison Wells l The Flash l ota
Captain Jack Harkness l Torchwood/Doctor Who l ota
There is also a rumor of about a twin brother, but Jack will neither confirm or deny this.
spoilers or no spoilers for TFA?
He happened to be at the club one night while Jack was singing. The man had an amazing voice, and when he was done and at the bar, Poe just happened to use that moment to get a refill]
Nice voice.
I have seen it and read the novelisation spoil away
Thanks handsome. Glad to know someone likes the classics.
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I tend to appreciate all kinds of music. As long as it's got a beat to it.
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I suppose you dance then?
[Jack glances at the dance floor with another smile. He doesn't have another set for twenty minutes and he is curious about this guy.]
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Quite a few actually. Care to test out the dance floor with me?
[Jack holds out his hand in a clear invitation.]
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Jack chuckles as he lets himself be led onto the floor.]
A man who knows what he wants. I like that.
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[Jack laughs as he hums along to the music]
To be honest that's the reason I like to lead too.
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Kristen Kringle l Gotham l OTA
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But the second she heard footsteps she slipped back into her Miss Kringle mode, her battered heart tucked away.
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Barry was actually in the records room on another errand today though he'd planned on dropping off the gift in his pocket in some out of the way place in the hopes it wouldn't be found for a day or two. It was a hair clip in the shape of a file folder and he was looking forward to seeing Miss Kringle wear it. "Good morning," he sang out in his normally overly cheerful manner. And then he promptly tripped on something and crashed to the floor. "Well it was," he said sheepishly.
Rey || Star Wars TFA || OTA
Rey knows the best time for picking is in the late morning. By afternoon, she's trucking from consignment shop to internet cafe, trying to sell her takings. And in the evenings, if it's been a decent day, she gets dinner anywhere she can watch a crowd. Watching faces. Searching for someone even she isn't sure she'd recognize. ))
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He's not even sure anymore what he's been running from.
The new location for a studio is in a run-down part of town, but one he thinks has potential, and he's just finalized the paperwork that day. There's daylight enough to walk home. There's nothing waiting for him at his apartment, after all. Everyone he knew here has moved on with their lives, their families. Luke has been drifting for too long to expect to have a foundation ready-made.
He can feel eyes on him, senses honed from years of watching his opponents and students, marking strengths and weaknesses. His eyes pass over the people in the street, but it isn't any of them. And then he sees her, off to the side, just... watching.
She's the spitting image of someone he used to know, and he stops cold, unable to tear his eyes away. It's not her, can't be her--she'd be his age, not the girl--but the memory of what had driven him away resurfaces with a vengeance. He'd never known what had ended things between them. She'd never offered an explanation. Just, one day, she'd left.
And Luke hadn't been able to stay here, with her gone.
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Rey's not entirely certain what drew her focus to the rather nondescript man on the sidewalk. It's not a tight enough neighborhood that she'd recognize everyone here, but something about him says 'new' to her. Maybe he's walking a little too slow. Not in a hurry to get to home or work or bar. But then suddenly he's caught her staring. Well, so what? She holds his gaze a moment, eyes narrowing, the cheap wrap halfway to her mouth.