#charming.event

[caincarterx]

[harleydawsonx]

[alaratezel]

[rileybraxton]

Suit chosen by @zekebraxton

[pobreciitas]

run for a cause, day two. @charmingstarter​

the 10k was definitely leticia’s kind of charity event. something active and fun where she could burn off some energy before the charity bid that night. she wasn’t absurdly wealthy, though she did pretty well teaching yoga and running revival’s day-to-day operations. she’d considered entering herself in it, but knew herself too well. if someone bid on her as a date, she’d be in love with them before the day was out and already planning a wedding before the week was out. no, she needed to focus on herself right now. she’d bid on anyone she thought she might have a good time with and just enjoy the night if she won. 

so in her own head, leticia had been reasoning through all of this while she ran and missed a turn off somewhere. when she’d finally reoriented herself to the world outside of her introspection, she realized that she was the only one running. pausing to look at the first person she encountered, she popped out an ear bud. “did you happen to see where the 10k route is from here? i have a tendency to daydream and i think--” no, she knew. “--i got separated at some point while i was thinking really hard about my plans for the night.”

[strayxdevil]

@samanthafm​

"I don't know how the hell y'convinved me t' do this... " Stray complained, following Sam over to the zipline, his stomach in knots. While he certainly wasn't afraid of heights in a practical sense, the idea of dangling from a thin little rope and careening through the sky towards an invisible target on ground was anything but practical. But this was Samantha, and even after the decade of knowing the woman, he could count on one hand how many time's he's been able to tell her no. "If I die y'have to promise to take care of Vega. He likes his walks in the mornings, and after the sun goes down 'cause his face is all pushed in, 'n he gets hot fast, okay? And he sleeps on the bed, too. Like.. all of the bed. The whole damn thing." Stray held out his hand towards her, little finger up, "promise."

[rayxricci]

location: equestrian park — gift shop

status: closed

with: @samanthafm​

rayanne hadn’t expected much from the gift shop, but she certainly hadn’t prepared herself for everything to be entirely horse themed. she was struggling to hide the look of distaste on her features, nose turning up at almost everything she laid her eyes on. “ god, this place is like a horse girl’s wet dream. ” she rolled her eyes, picking up what appeared to be a cute necklace, but was in fact a simple chain with a horse shoe charm. sighing, she put it back where she’d found it. “ i mean, i’m all for supporting a good cause or whatever this is, but there isn’t a single thing in this shop that i actually want to spend my money on. ”

[ofpartheniia]

              when iseult walks into the town hall, it’s a hive made frantic with movement and sound - and this time, gwennie’s in her arms, strapped around iseult’s figure ( typical trousers, oversized linen shirt and suspenders - whoever said girls don’t look cute in suspenders was lying their ass off or blind ). she figured that since gwennie needs to see some new people, not just be couped up with her sisters and with the other kids at daycare - through it does come to mind, iseult nearly snickering, how she looks like the typical wholesome, indulgent and judgemental PTA mother looking out for her kids that she used to despise ( and, to a degree, still very much does ) as a teenager. really? she was driving around town, seeing that being in the moving car gets guinevere to go to sleep, only to get curious. 

              slowly coming through the doors ( already, she’s making plans for the exits, looking for the sharpest things, for the sight of guns ), she decides to go to the front, closer to the exit doors, about enough to be seen, enough to, perhaps, ask questions. already the sight of wolves and devil’s and civilians mingling together makes her heart beat a tattoo in her chest. ❝ settle down, gwennie, settle down, sweetheart, ❞ she croons, gwennie gurgling while clutching at her teddy, getting excited by the noise, iseult figuring she’ll probably feel asleep in no time. looking around, her eyes forever wary, she wonders when this is going to start ( jesus christ, is someone going to recognize her? was this a bad idea? ). ❝ Um, deepest apologies, ❞ iseult starts off, asking somebody behind her, ❝ but am I a little late or a little early? ❞

@charmingstarter​ || open for all at event!

[noharms]

@charmingstarter​ foundation days, day one. location: either bar for trivia night.

still not knowing anyone well enough, nor really being the kind to join up to be part of a team event, neve was content to observe trivia night as a conscientious objector. it’s not like she knew a ton about the town’s history, but she learned some basics in the months she’d been living there. it was the same way she used to play jeopardy with her dad, keeping no real score, but silently applauding herself for every correct question. the thought plagued her with a touch of grief, not only for the father she’d lost, but the silly childhood dream of someday being on jeopardy herself. there was no way she could ever be in the public eye like that now.

drinking a pabst blue ribbon from the bottle, she swiped through tinder, which had been made mostly at the behest of a coworker in charming who seemed bored enough with her own marriage that neve’s single life was somehow intoxicating to her. if she missed anything about portland, it was the restaurants and microbrews. most of the profiles were borderline cringy to begin with and she’d been content to swipe through it with more of an anthropological perspective than any actual interest. she wondered if it’d be any weirder if she was back home.

“what picture do you think lost out to this one?” she asked, turning her phone so that the other could see. the photo wasn’t too bad at first glance, but on closer inspection you could tell that a girlfriend had been cropped out and the background was one of the dirtiest apartments neve had ever seen outside of a commercial for hoarders. “i think it’s time i break denise’s heart and delete this monstrosity before i lose any more faith in humanity.” she said with a chuckle. “what’s the weirdest thing you’ve found on here?” she asked out of curiosity and the strange friendliness that a couple beers gives to a person who normally keeps to themselves.

[callum-st-james]

Location: Ferris Wheel

Festival Day 2

Present:  @franhasan​

It was the second day of the festival and Callum was actually enjoying himself. Part of it was even alone, he wasn’t alone during this and the other was the town had always known how to throw a great party. Today he had decided to have fun like he did when he was a kid, ride rides, play games, just live. Running into Fran had been a bonus. Winning her the ridiculous pink Unicorn, was priceless. Fran carrying that around all night would keep a smile on his face for a while. To continue their fun, Callum suggested a ride on the Ferris Wheel.

“It’ll be fun. We can make fun of everyone on the ground and see what kind of gossip we can pick up with our birds eye view.” He told her as they climbed in. He handed the operator the ride tickets needed and sat down next to her.

Unicorn

[rayxricci]

location: equestrian park — archery

status: closed

with: @nataliaballard​

rayanne wasn’t the biggest fan of horses, so she wasn’t entirely sure why she’d even agreed to come this thing in the first place. sure, it was a fun social activity, but the fact that it revolved mostly around the one animal she actually had a fear of was a little off putting. when she’d discovered the target archery, it seemed just about perfect enough to keep her entertained without having to worry about someone trying to get her near or on a horse. “ that looks like a fun way to blow off some steam. ” she grinned, turning to natalia. “ makes a change from the gym, right ? maybe we can pretend the target is someone we hate & just go to town on it. ”

[ofpartheniia]

                 LOCATION: Charming Town Hall                  DIRECT AFTERMATH OF SHOOTOUT                  OPEN TO ALL || @charmingstarter​

                 the world explodes; then it goes soundless, but even then, there is the muted roar of people screaming and scrambling and it’s iseult’s MSF days all over again. when she looks over at her daughter, in her cot, there is sticky, dark red all over guinevere as she screams her little lungs out and iseult’s heart nearly stops with the terror ( dear god, not her, oh dear god please ―, ) but when she comes over, when she wipes at guinevere, wipes away the blood, there is no entry or exit wounds ( thank god, thank god ―, ). it’s only when she looks around and red was the spray of others, now limp and glassy-eyed all around her. even now, with the men gone, there is now moans and pleas filling the air with the smell of blood and gunpowder. there should be a first-aid kit in her car, she remembers, dear god, the hospital is going to be busy ( are her other daughters safe?? are they still out there??? ) and dear god, please tell me they didn’t kill the sheriff ( gibson, has he being shot, is he alright? ) or the captain ( kelleher, oh dear god, his daughter, he better be alright ) or anyone in the police ( like kincaid or foster or graham or holland or mercado, oh god, oh god ) ―

            ❝ i’m a doctor, ❞ iseult calls out, her voice shaking and tentative and fighting back panic, iseult rising from underneath the table with a bloodied guinevere in her arms, slowly, surveying the dead and the wounded, making plans of getting to the car and getting out the first-aid kit, already mentally triaging, ❝ i’m a doctor, call out your name and i’m going to come and help you! ❞