#pb:starter

[liv-rivera]

Liv was very open to trying new things, in her many years of living in Portland she was ready to embrace the culture- bird watching however, was not her speed. She roamed around listening to the bird people talk excitedly over the different birdies, she put on her binoculars and caught to birds looking like they were going at it. “Those birds are definitely fucking right?” She asked the person near her. 

[laureljanes]

"What’s your favorite scary movie? And, no, I don’t mean that in a scary Ghostface way, but what is your favorite scary movie? And why? I’m asking simply for research. Research for what? Don’t ask.”

[lukeehendricks]

Long days at work were never Luke’s favorite thing. Maybe if he had a job he actually liked, then it’d be worth it, but crunching numbers all day and making deals all in a stuffy suit just all around sucked. Making matters worse, he got off right around rush hour, so he had to sit his tired overgrown body in the car for an hour before finally making it home. After washing the day away in the shower and putting on some more comfortable clothes, Luke settled in to the couch and began to reply to some unanswered texts.

Luke: Sorry this reply is so late, I was at work. I just got home. Luke: How was your day?

[ellie-quinnx]

“Okay, so not that making coffee is the most difficult job in the world but, is it so difficult to be nice to the person who makes your drink?” Ellie let out a sigh, clearly annoyed over the day she just had. “Maybe I’m the one out of line here, but I swear sometimes customer service jobs are literally the worst.”

[paloma-garza]

“So my parents would be funny to have me host a dinner party and cook everything by hand when they know I’m just straight up hopeless in that department..” she sighed. “I need help and a lot of it... I don’t even know where to begin! Should I just order something and pretend I cooked it or is that too sad?”

[xanderandremiles]

So school is out and I don’t have to return until July 1st for summer school, and little league doesn’t start until a few weeks after that. So I have a little more than three weeks to myself. I just don’t know what to do with my time. I need to try something different instead of going to the beach, and just lazing around. Any ideas or suggestions?

[eeveemasters]

“ oh for the love of... ” eevee hissed out into the air to no one in particular, voice full of obvious annoyance as she leaned down to for what felt like the hundredth time today scratch the side of her ankle with the newfound bug bite. “ am i the only one gettin’ bit by little ninja mosquitos this summer? Like, is my blood that delicious or are they just out here bein’ outta control? “

[scardoherty]

TEXT: Scarlett + Open

Scarlett: Before you ask, yes I will offer to dress you for Pride.

Scarlett: And don’t worry — I promise to make it as campy as possible.

Scarlett: Although, it will take me a lot of convincing to let you go out in a rainbow tutu. I don’t care the occasion-it looks awful no matter what.

[fatalsirens]

@startingportbay​

Location: Champoeg State park — Newberg Time: evening; around 7 pm.  

  Yaena does not belong here, she’s fully aware of the fact: she can’t find a way neither to blend in with the locals, nor to become more sociable– earn their trust, let them get to know her better; this is a rather small (compared to New York) particularly... peculiar city, (understatement of the century), an even more peculiar, rather... strange, neighborhood, compared to elite, rather inaccessible Lake Oswego — the kind where everyone knows each other, and she, a stranger, in every sense of the word: detached and aloof, she’s always just out of reach, unapproachable, uninterested in either any gossip or the local news, always by herself, unassuming, shrouded in mystery. Holed up in her secluded, half a century old villa near the woods, away from the life from the city, she spends her days working from home and renovating her kitchen and gardens, or going on the occasional walk with her dog– an enormous, old Irish wolfhound that trails after her like a cat– her nights, staring at the moon in a vintage peignoir, listening to les Baxter and debating whether or not to disappear and move to Nepal. She does not mean to come off as standoffish, or, a snob; it’s just the way in which she’s always presented herself, pristine, poised, elegant– a languid, haughty quality in the way she interacts with people around her, ever quiet, enigmatic, mysterious– it is no surprise, then, that she’s attracting quite the attention today, either, as she leisurely strolls down the hiking trails of Champoeg State in her silk skirt and vintage crop top, Versace shades perched atop her messy, loose curls cascading down her slender back, vintage, thrifted Louis Vuitton handbag draped over her bare shoulder. Mister is towering over her petite frame as she urges him to follow her toward the sea– they’re quite the sight, she, the mystery girl from the big city– in her designer outfit and All Stars– and the giant dog at her side– ; there are people all around them, enjoying the cool breeze coming off the lake and the fields beyond the woods, lavender and lilac, the late evening sun, all red and gold and purple, streaming over them as it sets, and she’s about to make her way toward the little stairs near a pond to rest for a while and give Mister a few treats for being such a nice, obedient boy throughout their walk, when Mister unexpectedly tugs at his leash and makes to excitedly run off toward the person nearest the pond, and she’s taken aback, gasping as he more or less drags her along; rosy cheeked and flustered, she’s hastily grabbing at his leash and trying to pull him back toward her gently, trilling a shocked little “Mister– no!!” as she struggles to reign him in a bit, fearing for the worse— she’s breathless by the time she manages to calm her dog down a little, her blue eyes, bright and liquid with sunlight; her mouth is stained red, cherries and rouge lipstick (her own brand, of course). “Apologies!!” she’s offering elegantly, a detached tone in the husky quality of her voice, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him, he’s normally not like… This.”

[camxreed]

“Oh shit!,” Cam blurted out as he felt his body collide against the person who seemed to come out of nowhere, taking him from a light jog to a screeching halt. The only way Cam could get a good run was leaving his neighborhood and heading to St.Johns, where he could run from Forest Park to Kelley Point. The trail between the two parks was usually empty at this time of day, so imagine his shock when he looked up from his phone too late to stop the collision that was already in motion. Pulling his air pods out while his music still blared, Cam cautiously approached the stranger. “Hey, you okay? I’m so sorry about that. Do you need any help?” 

@startingportbay​

[kirby-powell]

kirby was finally relieved to get off of work. as anyone who needed a place to go the went to the bar. they had spent far to long on their feet. their makeup was breaking up and smudging a bit from wearing it all day long. this might not have been kirby’s finest look, but they didn’t care. at this hour, who were they trying to impress? they let out a long drawn out sigh. “i can’t believe my counter manager told me this.” kirby started, before taking a sip from his cocktail. “she took issue with the fact that to many of my costumers returned the makeup i sold them.” they shook their head, with a smirk on their lips. “i mean, once they own it i can’t do shit.” this was the little things in life that really irked them. 

[elifitzmorris]

in all honesty, elijah wasn’t sure why he was doing this. it was a random thought that had stricken him and now here he was. on a street corner with his tortoise –well a tortoise, it wasn’t exactly his, but that was a different story altogether– strapped into a painting contraption of his own design on top of a canvas and a sign across elijah’s chest that read in big dodger blue letters ‘let a turtle draw your aura totally free of charge!!!’ and in smaller letters beneath it in parenthesis ’(donations and tips are welcome though, just sayin’). he didn’t need the money, hell didn’t even think people would give him any but so far Dmitri, the tortoise, was on his fifth painting and eli had made a few people happier that day along with for some reason fifteen bucks so all was right with the world. “step right up and have your day enhanced!” he yelled as he started to tap dance in place trying to grab the attention of someone. really he was having too much fun with whatever this was.

[charliethemidwife]

It took a bit of time, but the perfect spot had finally been found. Parking the navy blue VW Bug was always easy since it wasn’t the biggest car. Somehow Charlie managed to get three giant blankets and four pillows into it. They all decided to tumble out once she opened the trunk. One managed to make it further than the others and she scrambled to get it before it rolled too far. As she ran for it she bumped into a moving body and her cheeks flushed. “Sorry about that I wasn’t looking and well I put way too many blankets in that tiny trunk.” Looking up she smiled at the person. “Happy Pride!” she exclaimed before placing the blanket on her shoulder. 

[clementinefletcher]

@startingportbay​ Location: Thrift Store Downtown Time: Afternoon

Clementine had just purchased the newest game for the new twitch stream that was in the works. There was one last thing to check off the list, the perfect outfit. Standing in the thrift store their eyes wandered around the clothing racks. It was a simple outfit to make, but she needed another opinion in it. Normally talking to strangers wasn’t the best however, it was needed in this situation. “Excuse me could you real quick help me with making a duplicate of this?” Taking out her phone and showing them a photo of a woman with a blue tube top and black mini skirt. “I umm play video games online and i’m trying to look like this character.” Her voice always betrayed the calm persona that was trying to be given off. Truly deep down there was an unsure feeling whenever she talked. 

[xanderandremiles]

“Shit.” Xander mumbled to himself as he was looking through the pockets of his basketball shorts for his air pods. He could have sworn he put them there because he never jogged without them. Running was a favorite activity for Xander, but he hated silence. So he ran while his work out playlist would play in his ear. He would be in the zone. But obviously that wasn’t going to happen today. He contemplated retracing his steps to see if he dropped them. “Why me?” He said a little louder as he began his search for his air pods.

@startingportbay​

[malachidubois]

This was a stupid idea, Malachi thought as he clutched the small potted plant in his hands. Between his schedule and Athena’s exuberance, this little guy was doomed. Still, his apartment needed some brightening up and plants were the easiest way to that, weren’t they? “For clarification purposes.” he began, turning to the person beside him. “Cacti are virtually indestructible, right?”