#liminal:start

[tcrtcard]

open starter || @liminalstart​ l

the town was filling up with familiar faces, causing the tight feeling in sora’s chest began to lift. but it didn’t go away entirely, a ghost of it stayed all through his shifts, all through his walks home, and all through the night. the only time they felt any peace was when they walked the streets of their new home when the street-lamps turn on. it was the only time he could see the similarities between here and there. it felt the same, the moment where everyone laid to rest. it was a stillness, an in-between, that could be replicated anywhere. and there was a sense of home to it. they continued to walk to the docks, hoping to maybe find something there, a sense of meaning to all of it, maybe? they sat at the edge, wondering if the sea would swallow him whole, or if it would have mercy on him from a distance. the sound of footsteps behind them felt misplaced, as if there was a break in a perfect moment, so they didn’t turn away from the water when they spoke. “the next ferry isn’t until morning.”

[ofmcthman]

location: the diner

status: open! ( @liminalstart​ )

“i just think the only way to eat french fries is by pairing them with a chocolate milkshake. it’s not an unpopular opinion by any means, but i’m tired of other people giving me funny looks when i do it.” of course, they gave wolf those funny looks because they were usually using the milkshake as a dipping sauce, but that was a subject for another day. they lift their gaze now, a playful smile tugging at their lips. “what about you, huh? do you get any oddball cravings that people think you being in a crazy ward for?”

[hallowghoul]

location: outside a bar, downtown centralia status: open @liminalstart​

“can you pretend to be with me?” camila more so demands than asks.. she had been outside with a cigarette, minding her own business.. when a few guys walked by that seemed far too eager to buy for her attention.. they’d gone inside after camila.. clearly not taking a hint.. and their presence loomed close behind. “.. weird al behind me can’t catch a hint and as much as i’d love to use my pepper spray.. “ she trails with a wince. “just quick, kay? till he.. fucks off or whatever.” she waves her finely manicured nails. 

[aamatchintowaterr]

location: the coffee shop open starter @liminalstart​ 

“Look, I know that listing photography services on Craigslist can get you a lot of weirdos, but nine times out of ten, I have just encountered very normal people.”  Iggy leaned back in the chair, almost toppling over in the process.  “That one outlier though?  You don’t wanna know about that.”

[everandevermcre]

open starter / @liminalstart​ centralia streets / outside central bar

        most people relocate to a new city in the  day - time  , but  days  get away from icarus . he stays busy pressing keys beneath fingertips . music is a language he swears is his  first  ,  accompanying him from a past - life .  ---  he isn’t relocating  exactly .  grief  is a funny thing , the kind of thing that makes you lose full consciousness of your  needs  ;  needs like  shaving , human connection , change , purpose  ... icarus decides to start with  change  in the form of a duffel and a drive into a small , strange town to stay in for a  while ( however long a while is ) .

        ‘  where the fuck is everyone ,  ’ icarus questions in the form of a mumble beneath his breath . if there is  anywhere  life exists no matter the hour , he figures it is the local bar . he opens his phone to look one up — no such luck service . so he walks until human life is sitting on a curb , hopefully with liquor - permeated breath . ‘  excuse me ... is this establishment  open  or closed ?  ’

[chaoscometh]

@liminalstart​ | open

Nic has been running this lovely little makeshift casino on the water for the past three weeks. The risk was minimal, considering the boat belonged to a shell corporation, and she played the role of just an almost innocent dealer better than most. She leaned back on the stool, deft fingers reaching up to undo two of the buttons on that white shirt before nodding towards the person in front of her. “Anyone ever tell you, you can bluff for shit?” Asked as head tilted to the side, amusement painted all over her.

[thecryptidcottage]

OPEN!

who: literally anyone ( @liminalstart​ )

where: a centralia dive bar

          SWEAT BEADS ACROSS A FOREHEAD plastered with dark, damp and matted bangs as an overheated guitarist ducks out through the side door of a tiny dive bar and sucks in a breath. he doesn’t know why he’d gone and been so stupid as to expect fresh air, anything cooler than the absolute boiler room he’d just stepped out of ; maybe he was hoping that the lack of sunlight might knock the temperature down at least a few degrees, that the oppressive heat might have eased into something, if balmy, at least a little more comfortable. he’s wrong. and, completely drenched after what’s arguably the world’s shortest set, kelly wastes little time in shrugging out of his jacket, tossing the damp article of clothing over the nearest trash can.  ( as if that’s better than the ground. if it is, it’s not by much, that’s for damn sure. )  ❝ goddamn, it’s hotter than the devil’s dick out here ! ❞ he groans to no one in particular. hands smack wildly at pockets before landing on his back left and fishing out a crumpled soft-pack of marlboro reds. it’s only after he’s got one between his lips that he discovers he’s lost something very important and he huffs a sigh, looks around before dark irises land on the only other person within earshot.  ❝ oh, fuck me. hey ! you got a light by chance ? ❞

[hookedon-onyx]

@liminalstart​​

status: open! /assume connections

location: sidewalk in town

“Son of a mother-fudging cocksucker bastard,” Onyx spurted out as they tripped and had to gain their balance on a nearby wall. They’d had an armful of grocery bags which were now splattered on the cracked pavement, including an entire gallon of milk. The sidewalk was now splattered with white and the multiple cereal boxes were getting soaked. Their breakfast staple was ruined. They sighed, putting their head against the wall for a moment before locking eyes with a bystander. “Nothing to see here, move along,” they said, turning back to stare at the wall. Why couldn’t their car be magically fixed?

[liminalwalks]

status   ›   open  /  @liminalstart​

character   ›   devaj ali, 39, $5 tattoo artist

synopsis   ›   our muses both snuck into the graveyard for one reason or another  (separately)  and gave each other quite a scare!

devaj had watched a few ghost hunting videos on youtube  &  now, all of a sudden, he thinks he can do it too. so there he is, in the middle of the night, standing alone in the middle of a graveyard;  all of his gear is laid out on a picnic blanket. but before he can begin anything, he hears something in the distance.  “h - hello?”  the homme calls out, praying that nothing supernatural calls back.  “is somebody out there?”

[tcrtcard]

@liminalstart​ | open

you’d think working cleanup at a haunted movie theater would have its perks. that maybe the ghosts would help clean up after the mess their legacy had created. but no, here theo was, cleaning graffiti off of the windows of the theater. “i googled it,” they replied when they felt eyes watching them. “apparently it’s a symbol that banishes evil. but i was still able to walk in, so. you know. can’t be that powerful.”

[ofmcthman]

location: the farmer’s market

status: open! ( @liminalstart​ )

“ah! be careful!” ring-covered hands dart out to block the person passing by her table, a look of warning in her eyes. “someone just brought their dog through here and were not cautious about what they were doing, which unfortunately resulted in the dog relieving himself just a few steps ahead.” the incident had left her irritated, but she hadn’t been quick in cleaning it up and had watched in horror as someone had suffered a misfortune. now she was quick to warn anyone that got too close. “i’d hate for the rest of your day to be plagued with that, let alone the rest of your week.”

[hallowghoul]

open starter: @liminalstart​ st. cordelia , florida​ location: willow’s new apartment - 

her lips were pressed into a thin line after pulling away the glass of wine they’d been nursing since opening their third moving box. in most circumstances they’d be happy to welcome change, to welcome a new beginning.. but when the catalyst had been something so fiery as centralia’s doom... well they felt a bit anxious. “..how are you holding up?” she asks as she looks up from her hands, eyebrows knit.

[aamatchintowaterr]

location: the tattoo shop open starter @liminalstart​ 

“Hi there,” Sabrina perked up at the sound of the bell above the door, quickly tucking her pencil behind her ear.  “Did you swing by to check in on lil ole me?  Or are you here for one of our artists?”

[everandevermcre]

open starter / @liminalstart​​ centralia park 

           the bathroom line is long , like all of centralia has congregated in this ridiculous heat to use a public , non - air - conditioned , restroom . bowie has no interest in drawing attention to herself , though she has always had a knack for it . what she doesn’t want comes so easily that it’s a little insulting . outside the restrooms bowie begins rummaging through a muddled collection of things until she pulls out a ‘ men’s ’ deodorant one of her other blonde abernathy sister’s had roasted her for earlier that week . they don’t know what their missing . their deoderant doesn’t have a cool name like wolfthorn or volcano ... but bowie simply grabbed the deoderant back , made a face at them , and turned on their heel . 

              now , outside the restrooms , bowie begins applying the deodorant ... but all she can hear is her sister’s words on repeat in her head . at risk of having someone else approach her or whisper to their friends about it , bowie begins walking off toward the nearest tree to take solace in , continuing to apply the deodorant simultaneously . when they finally reach the tree , they circle around it until bam ! bowie’s chest feels like it jumps and then begins running . later she will google what a heart attack feels like to find out if this was the equivalent ; it’s that bad . the collision causes the plastic to fall flat and its cap to go flying . bowie shuts her eyes and squeezes them tight . ‘  this isn’t happening ,  ’ she mutters . 

[xwabixsabix]

@liminalstart

Sat alone at the bar of the diner court justice C.B. Vogol rested his forehead in one hand. The other he used to flip through paperwork; his readers hung at the bridge of his nose.

“So how was the party?” He exhaled without looking up, tapping his pen against his note pad. “Did you go?” He thanked the waitress for refilling his coffee then glanced over at the person sitting next to him now, “Unfortunately, noisy crowded train cars are not my happy place so I will not be partaking in the festivities.” He also felt like the younger population of town felt he sucked the energy out of the room. It wasn’t like Cy went out of his way to be a kill joy but he got it — He was in a high position of power and was well respected in the community. Kids weren’t lining up to act foolish in front of him.

Cy thought he was cool. That was what mattered.

[chaoscometh]

@liminalstart​ | open

Santiago Luna redefined the word gift a thousand times over, especially when it was being used to disguise the way that sometimes reality altered to show him the past, near present, or far future of anyone unfortunate enough to touch him. It could be simply bumping shoulders on the streets, or two weeks into his favorite booty call, buried deep inside a partner he would never see again after fate twisted to show him parts of his partner he’d never asked for. This time, he was being handed change back, and the smallest brush of fingertips against his, caused him to pause for so long that it became obvious, and he was forced to use the temptation in his tailored grin, before speaking. Just a touch more accent poured into the words, this time. “Sorry.” A honeyed apology followed by more. “I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”