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Patrick Lowell/ Fenix Jones- Discussions.
- heyaaa!! introducing: Patrick!! enjoy!!
Bright rays of sunlight seeped through the window, luminous and warm sheets hugging Fenix into a tight hug. He let out a contented sigh before stretching and yawning. This is perfect. A calming way to wake up, everything he could wish for.
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The dream was interrupted by his alarm clock telling him to step out of fantasy land and make coffee, iron his clothes, and get to work. Another sigh escaped from him, this one tired and accepting. After his coffee had been brewed and his appearance groomed to perfection he locked his door and begrudgingly walked up the stairs and into the hotel lobby. The only thing that didn’t suck so much to him was his coworker Patrick.
“Good morning..” He yawned, stretching again and stiffening his uniform.
“Good mornin’! Sleep well, Jones..?” The timid man laughed out, obviously knowing the answer to that question yet asking it out of politeness.
Fenix offered him a tired smile anyway, the dull sunlight lighting up his barely visible freckles. “Sure Pat.. How about you?” He leaned on his palm whilst lax over the receptionist desk and listened intently. “Oh- it was better than no sleep at all ya know?”
He adjusted his glasses and sat down, the phone by him ringing almost immediately after.
‘Yep.. Already..’ Fenix thought whilst humming out of boredom. Though, he had to admit that being bored was better than working on call talking to obnoxiously rich accents with short tempers. He sat and looked presentable as people entered and left, booking rooms and checking out. Thankfully he hadn’t any calls to go through on his side, though he felt a bit of pity for the stuttering man beside him who’d gotten them all.
The clock between them both had rang signaling their break time; they put up their signs and went to the back.
“Finally..” Patrick sighed out, relief plastered all over his face as he pulled out a plastic container from his bag. “All those calls were practically back to back- I was running out of breath..” He admitted, taking a large bite of his thin sandwich.
“Yeah..” Fenix noticed the small portion of food Patrick had brought but kept his mouth shut out of respect; He’d known his friend to eat when stressed but it was a different level of stress when he didn’t eat at all. He was glad he at least had a sandwich to begin with. He himself though didn’t bring anything, planning to go out to buy his lunch instead.
Clear to Patrick however was Fenix’ distracted expression. He ate silently, his eyes practically on the redhead the entire time. “H-Hey- uh.. Whatcha thinkin’ about Jones..?” His hands were cleaned as he spoke.
His eyes slightly widened. “Huh?” Fenix perked up before standing and stretching out his bad posture.
He stood as well and wiped crumbs off of his face. “You seem pretty deep in thought.. I was just curious..” His timid nature rendered him quiet, nerve running through him as if he’d said something unpleasant. “Oh right.. We just got a peculiar resident is all.. He’s really weird..” Hummed Fenix, his eyes clouded with heavy thinking. “..Weird-, how..?”
“Weird as in he’s a nutcase, a diva.. and a weird guy…”
Patrick didn’t know how else to continue this conversation, Fenix’ intense looks intimidating him. “Ah- well.. break’s over..? Time to get to work right-?” He joked in a friendly manner and packed his empty containers up. “If you need a snack or something later-“ A ten dollar bill was pulled out from his pocket. “This is for you friend..” The kind act shocked Fenix out of his trance and he denied immediately. “No no, please keep it im alright but thankyou..”
“Really, this is a little payback for all those other times, take it please?”
He let out a sigh but couldn’t say no to Patrick, taking the money and shoving it in his pocket gratefully. “Thank you so much.. Sorry if I seem out of it, if you want I can pick up some calls..”
“T-That would be great..”
“Cmon buddy..” Fenix pat his friend’s back and they both stepped behind the counter, to resume working. However, Patrick thought harder about this weird resident, wondering about every detail in curiosity. Why’d they have his coworker thinking so hard? And what was so weird about them?
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GB!Fenix and Hollis
-another (shorter) little piece of writing that i made -3-, fluffy <3
Fenix had grown more comfortable with Hollis over the course of a few months, and with time the stone cold maiden began to let the fiery girl into their room with little to no fight. She sat there now, perked on the couch in a relaxed manner, leaning back and finishing a puzzle on newspaper.
“Jeez.. this is really all Holly has for entertainment.. alright.. there’s a T-.. O.. but if the C goes there then it can’t be cottage.. mmm..” a pencil was held between her nose and puckered upper lip, the lax girl tinking quite hard with squinted eyes. Suddenly the detective walked through the door and closed it quickly, locking it. They slammed the curtains shut and stormed around out of Fenix’s view. Before she could get up and ask what the matter was Hollis had huffed their way into the room and sat beside their friend.
“Hey Holly.. rough day..?” She attempted at small talk with fail. The newspaper was set aside and she leaned onto her leg, closer to Hollis. “What happened?”
They stared with minimal relief, only sighing and pulling her into a hug. “..It’s only getting more dangerous everyday, my job is to make these things easier yet it’s like the harder i try.. the worse things get..” They crumpled up in Fenix’s arms, afraid.
She blinked hard, thinking deeply about this. Never did she imagine she’d be in the comforting position of the two, but seeing them afraid made them feel less rich and more human. She rubbed their back and hummed in acknowledgment, “You’re right about that, it gets harder the more you try.. thats part of growth, if it doesn’t get harder how will you get better? The problems won’t just sit there and let you deal with them they’ll try, meaning you’ll have to try extra hard to deal with them.” She lifted their chin, caressing their cheek softly. “I know you can deal with those stupid criminals and convicts, they’re all in the wrong and as long as you stay right you will win.. it’s a little childish i know, but sometimes we may need that.”
They took her words at more than face value, tears stinging their eyes gently but not enough to fall. “Yes.. Thank you for that..” They looked down again, sniffling and seeming to melt onto her soft chest. She looked away, a gentle blush dusted on her cheeks before she pulled them into an even deeper hug. Their arms were wrapped around her torso and they leaned back, the crybaby detective cuddling sleepily into her.
Relaxed, she smirked and sighed. “Drama queen.. sleep well..”
Despite not being awake to hear her they slept very well in that moment, the best they had in a while.
Hollis Herron/Felix Jones- First meeting.
-first time writing kinda!! or at least posting a writing ehe.. anyways please offer criticism and enjoy!!
Injured and stumbling, Hollis had invited himself into the hotel which Felix resided as a stranger, the receptionist. Blood seeped from his shoulder down his knuckles, a tight grasp on the gash sustained on his arm.
“Excuse me..- hhK—.. r-room please.. how much..” choked out he, seething and clearly struggling to breathe.
Felix had his eye on the intriguing scene the whole time, only frozen with concern and panic as the person of his interest actually spoke to him. “S-sir-.. Do you need medical attention..? We have the finest doctors and-..”
“Room. Please..-“ With difficulty a fat band of cash enough to pay for 3 rooms was slammed onto the desk.
“Yes.. Follow me.” As a well paid employee it was only in his bets interest to let rich people do as the rich do.. though he did feel the need to help. He lead the injured man to a room nearest the top floor, opening the door for him and bowing. “Welcome. Number 402..”
He tripped into the room with his ichor staining all of his clothes, his destination being the clean burgundy couch. said couch was now stained a deeper shade of rose.
Fenix hadn’t much choice but to stare with intrigue whilst he was rendered too worried to leave. “I didn’t catch your last name.. What was it sir?” Due to policy he couldn’t refuse a paying customer but the rule didn’t make sense to him.
“Herron..” His head had rolled back and relaxed onto the couch as much as it could as he took in his surroundings, everything seeming to dim in and out. “..Medical-..attention.. T-This building has it..?” Weak, he’d looked to the red head in search of some truth to the advertising he’d done earlier.
The shorter of the two perked up, he began to step out of the room. “Yes! I’ll get you some swiftly-“
“Is it- ah.. discrete..?-“ The pain had began to numb by now, yet it was becoming increasingly difficult to appear conscious.
“Discrete..? Sir if I may be so bold you need attention immediately.. but I can request an alias.” Fenix argued, rolling his eyes.
“Just-.. j-just Dan..” Silence followed, and his eyes no longer opened.
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Hollis didn’t remember what led him to waking up with a red head beside him, the gauze on his arm and chest, and inside of a medical room. He did remember however that his head was no longer as painful as it’d been moments before he blacked out, nor was his body, it was all numb.
Felix hummed a small tune whilst playing with a wrap of gauze and sitting on the edge of the strangers bed.
“Hello.” Began the stranger, sitting up now.
He turned around quickly, putting the medical wrap down and standing up. “Sir.. Are you feeling better?”
“What happened to me?”
“Uh.. As far as we’re aware you sustained several minor injuries to your arm, your side, and your ribs.. but the doctors were able to fix you up quite nicely and prescribe you treatments- They even went as far as to offer breathing practices with experts.” It surprised him truly all the company’d do to keep a customer, but it was nice knowing that anyone who lived here was safe. At least anyone who didn’t work there as a mere receptionist.
“I understand.” He took a moment more to process his situation and recognized that he was in danger. “..And you used the alias correct?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good..” He sighed, leaning back in the blinding white sheets.
“Your clothes are also being cleaned thoroughly, everything should be prepared and well before the night is over. As well as your injuries.” He spoke proudly considering it was very late into the night, they weren’t even supposed to have taken in anymore clients yet they couldn’t turn the bloody man away. Fenix swallowed hard, nervous when the thoughts he’d been having fled back to his mind. With all the gore and secrecy, had this person been someone dangerous? Affiliated with maybe? It truly looked like no accident.. but it wasn’t his job to ask.
“If you’d be so kind, please escort me back to my room.”
“I apologize sir but i can’t ignore the doctor’s orders for you to be in this bed tonight, it’s for your health.” ‘and my job..’, thought he.
“That won’t do. Inform your doctor that I’ll be in my room, thank you.” With that he stood, letting the drapes of cloth fall to his mid leg. “…” Disregarding that, slow steps were taken before he reached the door and opened it with some childlike determination.
The fear of losing his job made Fenix rush to go stop him. “Excuse me- please.. ah.. If you’re going to leave, I will escort you then, is that okay?”
“Quite.“ He stood out of the way and let him lead.
Suddenly disheartened he shrank yet did as he offered, keeping his eye on the unstable man. “S-Sir.. did you even know where you were going..”
“..no.”
Both had muttered to each other under their breaths now, one of disbelief and the other of mindless pride broken by admitting to a crime.
Despite that, what was most important was that Hollis had been escorted successfully and safely.
“Are you going to hold my hand for the rest of the night? Hm?” Hummed he to the shorter who had followed him even into his own kitchen. Caught in the act of worry, Fenix took a step back. “Apologies sir I truly just.. Don’t feel comfortable knowing you’re injured and refuse treatment.”
“Ah.” Pouring a glass of white wine, he offered some to his new companion. “I wouldn’t mind having you stay.. yet I can’t have you. My line of work per-say is dangerous and I’d rather you didn’t get injured as well.” Hollis watched the windows and noticed the heavy curtains darkened by the absence of sunlight.
“This place is heavily guarded- I assure you there won’t be any break-ins or criminal activity if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Not exactly. Please, stay in your room. You can have the glass.”
Fenix was rushed out in a matter of seconds, the warmth of his hands still on his back from when he’d pushed him out even minutes later. Their first meeting had come to an end.
Hollis held his chest along with his glass, frowning as his back slid down the door. He hadn’t meant to rope anyone else into this and that’s how it would stay, the cute receptionist would simply have to be that to him, even offering him a drink was a bad idea.
nami!! (my persona <3)
the second picture is a censored version =▽=‘
old ahh oc.. here he is :3
it isn’t really my main art style but it’s still cute n fluffy
whiteboard doodles of me and my friends ocs :3
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