#bludstart

[horrifcs]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 : open ! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : glen ellen pub !

❝ PLEASE SHUT UP . ❞ the bartender huffed unhappily , the rag used against the sticky , wet bar top swung against her lip . ❝ if i wanted to hear about it , i would of actually asked , now either order something or move out of the way . please . ❞ the tone of her voice , sneered and dark , accentuates the please , exasperated more than anything else .

[bludthirst]

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀:         open         ! 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲      +      𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲:         bake      +      brew,   approximately   9   am.

“      𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾   𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄      ?      ”         dazzling   smile,   this   side   of   toothy         —         steaming,   styrofoam   takeout   cup      +      baked   -   good   -   greasy   paper   bag   exist   as      identical   twins      to   the   ones   she   already   bears.         “      i   don’t   know   how   i’ve   managed   to   double   up,   but   it’d   be   a   shame   to   see   it   go   to   waste.   you’d   agree,   wouldn’t   you      ?      ”         (      walk   them   into   a   foregone   conclusion,   why   don’t   you      ?      )

[jasperlapintine]

"I don't want to embarrass you or anything." Jasper leaned in beside the other in the line at the coffee shop. He was pretending to be looking at the traybakes on offer to avoid drawing attention to the other. "But, there's a post-it note stuck to your back. I can get it for you if you want, but, I wouldn't leave it there if I were you."

@svrvivrs (for Aurelia)

[fxnalboys]

"So someone just stopped me in the middle of the street and said this to me. If you let that motherfucker shenan once, then you best believe he'll shenanigan. and I haven't looked at the world the same ever since,"

[izzyfitzes]

around ninety percent of the time, izzy would consider herself a good person. she picked up litter. she was kind to animals. never rude to children or the elderly. when she was smoking a cigarette, though, she considered herself bad. not bad, per se, even though that's how she'd probably describe it, but cool bad. like danny zuko in grease bad. "oh, fuck," she'd been so lost in her cool girl thoughts that she hadn't noticed the person standing just a few feet away from her. she dropped the half smoked cigarette to the ground and promptly stomped it out like it had done her wrong - which, i guess in a way, it had. "i didn't mean to like, pollute your air or anything. i promise." she looked at her feet for a second before looking up at her company - whether or not they'd intended to join her didn't matter, they were her friend now. "unless you want one? in which case, live your truth. it's a beautiful day to hack up a lung."

[ilbrghtbck]

open to : all !

" i'm starting to think i should be charging you for our little chats, " anthony smiles, sipping on his glass of chardonnay. " i usually charge people a lot more than a glass of wine for my services. "

[hecrtgolden]

Sammy is almost always the first to throw the punch. It’s a fight or flight instilled in him - gifted even, by his father. And when his anxiety levels are already high, so are the rest of his emotions. He’s barely slept, bags under his eyes from a four-day stand-off with his dad, so when a couple of older men that used to tease him in school make a snide comment about his mother, he’s the first to throw the punch. Every ounce of frustration that has built up goes straight to his fists as he swings, ‘‘ Fuckin’ say it again ! ’’ He’s spitting like some feral animal, barely registering the hands that grab him from behind and pull him away ‘‘ No - let me fuckin’ at ‘em, I can take them. ’’ the heel of his hands press into his eyes as he tries to bring himself back down. ‘‘ they’re always fuckin’ pickin’ at me, that group of fucking pratts are. They called the fuckin’ cops on my brother last week as well ! ’’

[bludsfm]

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[horrifcs]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 : open ! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : open to any !

THE BOTTOM OF HER BOOTS felt sticky , the remnants of work the night before still evident in the way her skin sheens with sweat . whiskey dan's did that too you , whether it was the dancefloor filled with line dancers or the bar top dancing to the typical rory daniels tune , it was always a laugh . and yet , she was often leaving as the sun was rising , the club shutting well after four am most nights , today was no different , accept bleary eyes blinked rapidly . ❝ what the hell ? ❞

[horrifcs]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 : open ! 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 : none ! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : crime scene , central park , 7:53 am !

THERE’S     A     LIMPNESS     TO     FEATURES     ,     eyes     that     are     unseeing     to     the     chaos     that     swirls     around     her     .     sunken     eyes     ,     despite     on     just     before     they     were     bright     ,     filled     with     life     .     cheeks     white     and     stained     with     dry     tears     ⸻     was     she     even     able     to     cry     any     more     ?     she     didn’t     know     .     unwisely     left     alone     ,     in     a     moment     of     need     ,     penelope     whittaker     stared     towards     the     scene     ,     taped     off     and     swarming     with     authorities     ,     abigail     no     longer    seen    .

[jasperlapintine]

"Hey, are you any good at puzzles?" Jasper asked, raising his voice just enough so that the stranger knew he was talking to him. He was sat at a table in the coffee shop with a newspaper laid out in front of him which was heavily adorned with all kinds of scribbles from his doodling while thinking. "Thirteen letters. Oh, it's a crossword by the way." he tapped his pen off of the paper as he spoke. "It's the title of a book that follows a group of rabbits on their journey to a new home."

@pclarcld (for Sebastian)

[jasperlapintine]

"I'm sure you guys are busy," Jasper began, fighting with the front door to the Tres Beux Hair Salon as his coat caught in it as it was closing. "But, d'you think you could squeeze me in? I don't have a lot of hair and it just needs tidied up for the holidays. A wash preferably, but, whatever you have time for." He put his hands together and looked over waiting to see if he could be served.

@bvbydcllz (for Evelyn)

[jasperlapintine]

"Excuse me!" Jasper raised his voice a little as he leaned over the bar, trying to flag down anyone that was willing to hear him out. "Sorry to bother you, but, do you guys keep, like, band-aids or anything back there? I've just managed to slice my finger shuffling cards like an absolute bozo." He was keeping his hand against his chest, not wanting anything to make it worse. "Even if you've something for my battered ego, that'd be amazing."

@freedcms (for Storme)

[jasperlapintine]

"Hey, man." Jasper spoke, clearly just comfortably drunk. "I know this is a weird question, but, I've got to ask." A lazily piloted index finger poked against the strawberry that was wedged neatly into the side of his cocktail glass. "Do people actually eat the fruit? Or is it just there for show? I mean, I love strawberries, but, I don't want to be that guy, y'know?"

@thrustfists (For Sammy)

[ilbrghtbck]

open to: all !

" you did not just say that about a dead person, " her ton of voice far from empathetic. " i asked for anything nice i could throw into this obituary, not something that will get me sued for slander. "

[hecrtgolden]

Matilda didn’t like exploiting her friends' kindness. She disliked it almost as much as she disliked not having a stable home. But at this point, the blonde has learnt to accept that the hands she’s been dealt are pretty shit - and even if she tries her best to put on a happy front - it all just kinda sucks. At least she’s got a tent. It could always be worse.

The tent in question is set up in its usual spot next to the pond in the park. She feels a lot less alone knowing the ducks are just outside. Plus, it’s quiet - or at least it is until almost midnight when what sounds like a footstep breaks through the silence. Matilda is quick to grab the flashlight next to her and unzip the tent ‘‘ whose there? ’’ she calls into the darkness.