#hw:starter

[hiddencitywaters]

@hiddenstarters

Evangeline Fox had been through many things in her life, but showing up in a new land was definitely new. Since regaining her memories and getting away from Apollo , her future husband, she had learned to roll with the punches. To hope for something better. Her fancy dress seemed out of place around this city. Jack's knife hidden in her bodice. "Hello!" she tried at a shadowy figure. Not her usual sureness. "Could you tell me where we are and point me to an inn?"

[cursedfvngs]

location: anywhere!

to: anyone!

HE WAS RUNNING around in a panic. he was about to pass out from hyperventilating. “help me. someone...” he called out weakly. was that tears streaming down his cheeks? yes. yes it was. when he fell to the ground, the earth around him turned into a pillars, protecting him. it just made him panic more. “the earth won’t leave me alone!”

[xlovexmusesx]

Not being used to coming outside much and interacting with other people, Angelique was trying her absolute best to just stay out of everyone’s way as much as possible. She was just trying to get to the store and back that was all. But of course looking down while walking very quickly wasn’t the best combination and she bumped into someone’s shoulder. “Oh I am so sorry. It’s all my fault I was walking to fast.”

@hiddenstarters​

[specialagentdinozzoxx]

It had been several days, and Tony had decided to get a room at a hotel.  Because this place didn’t have his apartment or the place he normally lived in D.C and he needed a place.  He at least had some money in his pocket.  “Ooh” he said as he saw a hot lady  “Hey there you know a good place for a meal and would you like to meet up with me?”  He knew that he would get a look.  So he had left it alone.

Tony also thought of his past partners, all the people he had lost at NCIS.  That was one thing he wanted to check out, see if the Bull pen here was the same or if it was different.   He was missing everyone  that he knew, he could use his family right now.   Honestly Tony was scared, as he was always  aware and observant about things.  Even if he acted like a idiot, it was mostly  because he like having fun with his coworkers.

So he  wonder around and finally found the place he seen the most.   He came to the Arlington Memorial.   “It’s hard sometimes you know,  I .. I don’t know why I ended up here today, but maybe its because I miss my team, and I don’t know if they think I’m missing or I’m like in the twilight zone, or the show sliders. I know I’m in a different dimension, this place is weird.  Like I’m seeing hero’s that I see on movies,   I think I even met peter parker the spiderman,  and he’s so young but cool.   “ Tony  was just talking to a random memorial, but he seen Ducky talk so many times   

As he was talking , he thought he heard someone in the bushes or behind him “Who goes there?” he shouted  

[dannyfentonp-blog]

One minute he was fighting with Vlad and the next he was somewhere else.  At least for the moment he wouldn’t have to deal with the fruitloop, he adore calling him that name.  But this place was more different than his own city.  Maybe he could find someone that was more familiar and how long they been here.  Also he had been slacking with his homework again, as the other ghost before he disappeared into this land to here or where ever here was.  But the best thing he could ever do was just float through the walls, and no one would notice and at least they didn’t scream at him.  He was floating in the air to go through the wall , and accidentally scared someone, or not. “NO no I’m sorry I.. I won’t hurt you” he said  “Way to go Fenton” 

[fcrbcddenfemme]

“ is that all for today?”

“ yeah, that’s it.” the young woman gives a polite smile, her hands reaching for her wallet as she grabbed a few bills to pay for her canned coffee and bag of doritos. setting the money on the counter, she hears a voice, almost hushed but clearly calling out to her. turning around, julia scans her surroundings, doing her best to seem subtle. her eyes stop at the person behind her, clearing her throat. “you weren’t calling me, right?” julia asks, her voice raspier when quiet.

[hcrribles]

                  ahkmenrah had been toward the back of the crowd during the president’s speech and proceeding chaos, unable to see exactly what was happening over all the people, but knowing something had gone very wrong. rather than be trampled by everyone fleeing all at once, he moved with the crowd toward the exit of the ballroom. suddenly, out of nowhere as he walked down one of the more narrow hallways looking for anyone he knew, an unseen figure came from behind him, shoving him with inhuman strength to fall through a nearby open door into a pitch black room. the door slammed shut behind him, causing him to scramble to his feet despite being dazed by the turn of events. it became clear at that point that it was a deliberate act to play on his fears as he tried desperately (and unsuccessfully) at the door handle.

                 taking a deep breath, he tried to center himself and quiet the sense of anxiety that was growing in his chest so he could find a way out of this situation. but it was just as he gathered the courage to venture away from the door to find a light switch or even another exit to the room that he felt the walls beginning to close in on him. he had no idea if it was real or not, and he continually tried to convince himself that is wasn’t, but it was no use. the walls felt no wider than his shoulders and ahkmenrah felt trapped in a coffin-- or, more accurately, a sarcophagus.

                 no longer being able to hold back the panic from overtaking his being, a familiar suffocating feeling began to set in. several millennia worth of this same exact sensation came rushing back to him: night after night being unable to move, unable to breathe, and unable to think. and just as he thought he had caught a break with the excavation of his tomb,  they still kept him trapped on display at the museum. for all they knew, he had been dead for 4,000 years, so what could be the harm in putting a padlock on the door of his sarcophagus to keep it closed? and so, every time the sun set he was sentenced to another 12 hours alone, banging his fists on the door and yelling in hopes that someone would hear-- just like he was now. whatever had taken over the white house clearly had direct access to his worst fears because he couldn’t imagine a more terrible feeling than being returned to this increasingly tight, confined space.

[terkingaround]

Terkina was just wrapping up her set at the open mic night and she had everyone laughing about her dating life and what she remembered her early years were like. “Now I’m just out time but I hope from this set you’ve learned that I just want to be loved in a way that a girl in her twenties love a dog she has never met before,” she kept he wide smile on her face and put the microphone back on the stand before walking off. She went back to the bar stool she was holding up before her set and sipped on her iced coffee while they announced the next set.

[fredsterboy-blog]

“When it’s sunday and you get woken up by fucking birds.. shit.”

[hiddencitywaters]

@hiddenstarters

Cassie had always enjoyed nature. It was an open space that everyone shared. Beautiful. Touched by hands and spirit alike. It felt less like being corned or kept in. People watching was one of her favorite things in the world. A profiler loved seeing how people tick. and that seemed to work. But either someone had caught her or this bench needed to be occupied. "Sorry.." she said outloud as he eyes flicked upward.

[specialagentdinozzoxx]

Excuse me I was on a hot date, and what the heck. DiNozzo was getting his groove on.  I .. I can tell I’m not in the same Washington as I was.  So now I am curios and this isn’t good for this very special agent if you ask me. Unless someone one is putting this out as a trick.

[hiddencitywaters]

@hiddenstarters

The sky of Washington was a real difference from Tatooine or any of the other planets he had been on though beautiful, but it wasn't usually dotted with long lines of corn that he distinctly didn't remember falling asleep in. He must have passed out for this view and the cold ground that seemed to kiss the expanse of his back. His prosthetic arm bent at an odd angle. the blonde hoped that the screw driver in his pocket had survived whatever the kriffing hell this was. A bit woozy as he called himself to his feet. As graceful as he could be in battle, the force user could still be royals clumsy. The sound of footsteps making him sigh both good naturally and dramatically. "I hope that sound means friend over foe, because I am not having the best day."

[hiddencitywaters]

"Please don't tell my brother if you see him. Black Friday is a college kids paradise for presents and he is surprisingly hard." Conrad sighed letting the weight of the cologne turn in his hands. A slight smile on his lips. He had never been good with presents either. "Though if you can tell me if this is good, I'd be thankful."

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[hiddencitywaters]

Conrad hadn't expected to find a person in his apartment. He had given Jeremiah and Belly keys along with his roommate. But he hoped the lot of them would tell him that they had a guest or were visiting. He was, after all, in his pajamas at 6 am. And had every intention of eating some cold cereal. Frosted flakes in the morning off of classes sounded great. Cooking when the sun had first woken up sounded terrible. "I'd offer you some, but that seems like a bad host." the fisher boy started.

[hiddencitywaters]

@hiddenstarters

"Remind me not to try a coffee shop that isn't starbucks again." Taylor mused with a face. She wasn't normally one for deviation from the usual, but this shop was so cute. It was just the frap was more ice and milk than anything else. She probably shouldn't talk to strangers. yet, she needed a some new friends in this town and to warn anyone off picking out a Frappuccino. At least, today. "Sorry, I know some people come to coffee shops for peace."

[hiddencitywaters]

@hiddenstarters

Conrad had always been pessimistic. Maybe it was right after he woke up in a place he didn't understand for the second time in such a short amount of time. Blue eyes wide and stormy. A snarl on his mouth. he had half a mind to punch whoever or whatever came close enough. He had just wanted to learn how to be a doctor and fix a few boats, but that was beyond him somehow. "I wouldn't get to close," he called at the sound of footsteps."