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warnerbrostv Camila Mendes channeling her inner Veronica Lodge. #Riverdale #WBSDCC #SDCC2019

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Stella Flores wiggled her way through the door of the Black Cat Cafe with a heavy frown upon seeing just how oddly crowded it was. Her body was desperately low on caffeine, a consequence of relying too heavily on instant coffee to keep herself awake the night before, and skipping the beverage altogether that morning. A good old Black Cat Coffee was everything she needed but it was always experienced best in a mug, and not one of those awful paper cups. The only problem was the severe lack of seating.

Her eyes had traced the space while she waiting for her mug and she was lucky enough to spot an empty chair by a studious looking student. Stella budged her way to the table when her coffee was ready.   

“I’m gonna sit here,” she replied bluntly. She really didn’t feel like waiting for an invitation to sit from some kid just to seem polite, and it certainly seemed from Arnav’s tone that she was never going to get the invitation. Stella smiled, though it seemed more sarcastic than that of a person hoping to make friends.

“You can tell because my coffee is getting cold and I don’t feel like waiting for another seat.” Stella plonked her mug on to the table. There wasn’t much space between the empty chair and that of the person sat at the table behind her (who she though was quite rudely sitting further away from the table than they could have been), so she squeezed with little grace in to the available space. 

arnav sat at his tiny, usual table at the black cat cafe. while it was not uncommon for him to be there, it was uncommon for the place to be so packed. he, luckily, had gotten there just before a large crowd of rather annoying exchange students had swept in and claimed every remaining seat in the cafe. 

he found the noise quite difficult to concentrate, but after already ordering his usual beverage (hot chocolate, but replace the chocolate with black tea leaves and replace the marshmallows and cream with more hot water) he found himself unwilling to procrastinate on his more numerical schoolwork any longer. 

in an incredibly coincidental and not at all shoehorned plot coincidence, the seat opposite arnav remained the only empty seat in the cafe. some would say that his books, spread across the table like a very fractured depiction of studenthood, made him look busy, and therefore unbotherable. unfortunately for him, he was not unbotherable, and he did not feel he was going to get much work done. his attention was drawn away from his work as a shadow fell over his table, and he raised a single eyebrow at the individual blocking his light. 

“can i help you? i am really quite busy. you can tell by my many books and the fact i am wearing a uniform.”

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            a playlist for stella flores - [listen]

ashes - radical face  runaway - aurora smoke - daughter fire escape - half moon run smoke - moddi  little drop of poison - tom waits your lips are red - st. vincent burn - versaemerge play with fire - sam tinnesz  flame - sundara karma malachi richter’s liqour’s quicker - less than jake chemistry - semisonic eat you alive - the oh hellos cruel world - phantogram  watzing in the ashes - radical face

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The skies had opened suddenly and with no warning. Stella found herself caught in the downpour and severely unprepared for the weather; no umbrella, no hood on her coat, and impractical shoes for running to her destination. A stack of papers were stuffed under the inside of her coat to keep them dry. 

Stella could not afford to be late to the lab today, but the only thing worse than showing up late to the lab would be showing up with sopping wet paperwork (that she had been up all night finishing). She liked to write her notes with fine-liner pens, which she had learned the hard way were not the most waterproof of materials. She would just have to be late. There was no arguing with the rain. Or her notes. Or her soggy shoes. The girl, allowing a sigh of defeat to pass through her lips, ducked under a nearby canopy and prayed that the rain would be nothing more than a flash shower that would disappear as quickly as it came.

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set your past on fire and leave

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“Never carry things on from the past. The past is gone. Every moment - be rid of it, solved or unsolved. Drop it, and don’t carry parts - because those parts won’t allow you to solve new problems that live in this moment.”

— Osho (via minuty)

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camimendes (08/05/17)

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                       The Interrogation

Stella sat rather impatiently at the table as the interrogation officer began to write a number of details on a pad of paper. Her arms were folded, though she had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She didn’t know exactly what kind of questions they were going to ask, but she knew she was completely innocent. That being said, her impish streak could very well land her in hot water if she wasn’t careful.

     What is your name, occupation, and where do you live?

“My name is Stella Flores, I live in the Majestic Apartments. And I’m... I’m between jobs right now, while I pursue my studies.”

     How long have you lived in the City?

She knew the exact age that she had fled for the city, but dodging the answer seemed like a better idea consider her reasons for such an action. “Gee, it’s been a while. I can’t really remember, I moved here when I was young.”

     Did you know Sybil Halloway? Were you at her party when she died?

“Heard of her, but I never knew her... Do I look like the type that would be invited to to a Halloway party? No. I wasn’t there.”

     What brought you here to the premiere and afterparty for The Valiant Fisherman’s Demise?

“Like I said, I don’t usually get invited to these kinds of things. I jumped at the chance to finally see inside one of these big old parties, y’know, to see what the hype is all about.”

     Do you know anything about the Blackout that happened a few weeks ago?

Stella knew what she had been doing during the Blackout, though the cause was unknown to her. Nevertheless, her actions at the time were questionable at best, and could be deemed incriminating regardless of their relation to the Blackout. “I know that it was a hell of an inconvenience. I couldn’t read a damn thing in my apartment, and making tea was a nightmare!”

    Did you know Scott Sheffield?

“Nope.”

    Where were you March 12th, the night that Scott Sheffield was murdered?

“The 12th? I was mostly in my apartment trying to keep warm. I ran some errands during the day, but that was about it.”

    Do you have anyone who can corroborate your alibi?

No, she did not. “The doorman, I guess?” Sure that her answer was not a good one, she shrugged her shoulders and the mischievous glint led way to worry and frustration that she tried her best to hide.

    Scott Sheffield was seen at Sybil Halloway’s party. Do you know if they had some sort of relationship whether it’s platonic or something else?

“Wasn’t he, like... really young? Would’ve been a bit weird if you ask me. But I don’t think that’s any of my business. I didn’t know them. It’s not my place to say.”

    Do you have any questions or concerns that you’d like to bring up now?

“When can I leave? I can’t stop thinking about the hor d’oeuvres.”

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@zetaxstcrow @rubyxcohen

               The Ludicrous Lockdown

The Lockdown seemingly came from nowhere, with no warning, and certainly no time to grab a tray of hor d’oeuvres while being ushered away from the crowds by security guards. Stella had just began to enjoy herself when she forced begrudgingly to the garden, with a small group of complete strangers.

When it became clear that they were not getting back inside any time soon, she glanced around at the others who were stuck in her situation. There was a familiar face or two, but no names came to mind when she looked at them. One face seemed particularly familiar - Zeta, who had stumbled upon Stella in the middle of an experiment during the blackout, though she hadn’t bothered to remember her name.

Stella sighed, and sat defeated on the edge of a low-lying wall. It was already cold, and she couldn’t light a fire without raising suspicions. 

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@dutch-balotelli​

                            Note

“Psst... Hey, Dutch.” With some haste, Stella linked her arm with Dutch’s, to ensure there was no way the crowds would separate them-- It had already been a collision course through the party in order to even find Dutch (it really seemed like she was in two places at once), and a friend had distracted her for too long to miss this opportunity. “Totally weird time to be remembering this, but I have that, uh... money that I owe you.” From her purse, Stella pulled out a small amount of dollar bills.

In reality, the wad of cash was nothing more than 3 dollars, wrapped neatly to conceal a note. What the letter said, Stella wasn’t sure, but it was imperative that Dutch received it. She knew better than to ask her mentor leading too many questions. “Y’know, for the coffee the other day.”

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Ask my muse extremely personal questions!

If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be and why?

How do you take your anger out?

Have you ever been severely depressed? If so, why, and how did you handle it?

Who is someone you’ve cut out of your life, or wanted too, and why?

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever worked for?

Have you ever faced discrimination? If so, what was it?

Has someone close to you ever said something that hurt your feelings? If so, what was it, and did they ever make up for it?

Have you ever been hit by someone close to you? If so, who hit you, and did they ever make up for it?

What’s some trauma you have, and how did you get it?

What was the scariest moment you’ve had in public?

What’s the relationship like between you and your parents?

Where do you go to be alone?

Have you ever put your hands on someone? If so, who, and did you ever make up for it?

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done with another person?

Who’s the first person you contact on a lonely night and why?

What’s your biggest regret and why?

If you could pick only one person in your life, who would it be and why?

What gives you nostalgia?

What’s something embarrassing that you enjoy doing, and why is it embarrassing?

How would you describe yourself?

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james-armstrongg‌:

He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to figure out whether or not he could truly trust the woman. She seemed like she was out of place… but then again, so was he. There could be any number of reasons for a person to try to get to the Records Room of a hospital during a blackout. Surely she could have a perfectly legitimate and reasonable purpose for being there. But still, there was something about the situation that seemed fishy to James… and it wasn’t just because he was acting suspiciously, either. As she shone the flashlight into his eyes, James cringed for a moment, moving quickly to block the light with his arm. “That’s hardly necessary,” he stated, his eyes narrowing. “And I’m sorry, but there was no scheduled audit today. And I’m sure that the Police Department has better things to do during this blackout than to come audit a hospital.” He stepped to the side and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m going to need those vague few details, then. Just so I can make sure you get precisely what you came here for.”

“It was a last minute arrangement, head office couldn’t get through on the telephone. What with the blackout happening and all that.” Stella watched as James flinched in the light, but it was still difficult to see any indication of who he was.

"Well, I mean, it’s classified information. I can’t just be giving out classified information to accountants,” Stella sighed. She either had to get out of there, or get him out of there, but there was no un-suspicious way of doing so. Perhaps she could buy some time while she thought of what details she could give him, that would get her the file without revealing precisely what was in the file. “Maybe, uh... Maybe you should go get your manager for me. I can’t go back without a file.”

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hellngo‌:

Avery Ngo had been oddly fascinated with the theories and stories following Scott Sheffield’s death, but she couldn’t really find anything or get anywhere with it since it was still fairly recent. Instead, she asked her grandmother for advice who recommended she attend the movie premiere and following party. Avery had not been much one for parties or big events, but it was a chance to raise spirits, meet locals, and get ideas of what life would be like for her in only a half a year’s time, when she turned eighteen. She glanced around wildly at all the bright lights and the even shinier people. So much to behold that she didn’t see the person she bumped into, nearly knocking her own drink over. She whipped around and began to apologize. “I am so terribly sorry for being so terribly rude on this terribly beautiful evening. Are you alright?”

Stella had been making her way rather swiftly through the crowds of the party, in search of one Dutch Balotelli in order to pass her on an unsuspecting slip of paper. She was sure she had spotted her over by the bar, or at the very least someone who looked just like her. In an attempt to keep her eyes on the woman for as long as possible, Stella hadn’t really been paying attention to any of the other party goers.

Or she wasn’t, until someone collided with her and almost sent the note floating down to the ground. For a brief moment, she frowned heavily, and may have erupted had she not realised the collision was caused by Avery, a girl she considered a good friend. “You almost knocked me clean out!” she began, as her frown turned to a bright smile. “You’re such a dork, Avery, you know that? Stop apologising.”

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@drvivekvarma

                              Open

Stella would have been lying if she said she wasn’t just a little bit excited to be attending the after party for Victoria Bradshaw’s film premier. Throughout the night she had done a fair bit of mixing and mingling, but eventually found herself wandering off from the crowds for some some breathing space, and to satiate her curiosity for the relatively large building the party was being hosted in.

At some point, she happened upon a corridor, though she wasn’t sure what lay on the other end as it was split by a series of doors. Some party goers appeared to have a similar idea, though she didn’t pay particular attention to them until someone (a man she recognised as working for her organisation) approached one of the doors in the same direction she was going. A faint, forced smile spread across her lips as she opened the door for him and allowed him to walk through. There were other rooms in the hallway that she hoped he might be going through, until they both reached a second door, which she held open again. 

She forced a smile for the second time, but began to feel more awkward than irritated when she realised just how many doors seemed to cut the length of the corridor. (Stella assumed that whoever designed the building was extremely safety conscious, though she was sure so many doors would actually pose more of a hazard during a fire than they would in preventing one.) Now Stella really hoped this wouldn’t continue for much longer.

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.