#thread;50shadesofkola

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@50shadesofkola LIKED FOR A STARTER

“Better be prepared to hold it.” Maddie had lost track of how long she’d been waiting, leaning against the mint green wall and staring at the door of the public restroom. Out of the corner of her eye she’d seen another body come to join her in the “got to go got to go got to go right now” queue which consisted of three people in front of her. With a shrugging of her shoulders that turned into a full body shaking out of the tension in her limbs, she gave a displeased half smile and turned to fill the newcomer in. “There’s a couple in there that have been going at it for about fifteen minutes. You joined us during a break but I expect the symphony of sensual serenading to restart any minute.”

[priioritys]

if crazy equals genius, then I'm a fucking arsonist - i'm a rocket scientist. you can set yourself on fire, but you're never gonna burn, burn, burn. you can set yourself on fire, but you're never gonna learn, learn, learn.

closed starter for @50shadesofkola // crazy=genius by panic! at the disco

it’s quite the sight, iona imagines, but thus is the life of a criminal like her. she’s dressed like she’s working in an office, blonde hair laying flat against a nice blouse that’s tucked into a pencil skirt above some modest heels, but everything else in the scene is like a nightmare. there’s a smoking gun in her hand - complete with a silencer - and a bloody body in front of her, slowly seeping into the concrete. the sound of footsteps has her spin on her heel, pointing her gun at the intruder. “if you even think about snitching, you’re next.”

[blueprinthearts-blog]

starter for @50shadesofkola featuring Marissa and Wilfred

Yes, she’d let the other girls from the modeling agency talk her into getting a fake id. And yes she’d followed them out to a club with neon lights and a hell of a lot of shady stuff going down in the darkened corners. But Marissa wasn’t sure she felt all that interested in the jaunts to the bathroom for hits of wood or harder stuff. And the drink they’d talked her into made her grimace with every sip. Was this what forward motion tasted like? Was it supposed to burn on the way down until you learned to palate the flavor of change?

She wanted to be these girls, most of them far more seasoned than her. Most of them on the cusp of their big break. Half of them had been modeling professionally since they were 10 or younger, and it made Marissa’s insides shrink. What if she’d started too late, what if she was destined to fail spectacularly? Even though her drink tasted like tar, she downed the first glace. And then a second. The liquor hit her a lot faster than the few sips of wine coolers she’d snuck at family parties. When she went up to ask for a glass of water, tipsy and unsteady on her feet, she almost ended up face planting into the side of the bar.

Lucky for her she was caught by a pair of strong arms. Marissa’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked up into his face. “Sorry, I’m sorry. These heels are a lot to work with when I’m not tipsy so now I’m just a veritable danger to myself and others. Are you okay? I didn’t knock your drink over or anything did I?”

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starter for @50shadesofkola featuring Gabrielle and Rose

For as long as she could remember, Gabrielle had a favored rebellion of the week. Sometimes it was sneaking out, sometimes it was all about liquor, other times it was a dedicated takedown plan featuring a poor soul that had caught her attention in the wrong way.

This week, this week she’d been hit with the petty theft bug. Of course the credit card in her purse could have bought her half the store’s content without  breaking a sweat, but where was the fun in doing things the way they were supposed to be done? The high end stores had honestly become easier for Gabby to steal from than anywhere else, and so she’d headed to the local department store, standing in front of their makeup aisles.

In a basket she put a few products she wasn’t all that interested in; some crappy nail polish, an eyelash curler that looked more like a set of tongs. When she found something she really liked, her lips would curl ever so slightly, the item instead slipped into her purse.

Feeling eyes on her, Gabby looked up, more than prepared to convince an employee they hadn’t seen a damn thing. Instead she found herself peering at a girl that looked around her own age. “Planning on being a tattle tale?” she queried, tone airy and unafraid. She pulled a mascara down from the shelf and grinned. “Or did you want in? Because I bet this blacker than black would make your eyes pop.”

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starter for @50shadesofkola featuring Aubrey and Maureen

There were parts of her job that Aubrey loved with a slow burning passion. She liked making a positive difference in the lives of others, taking care of them. But god did she hate all the bureaucratic bs of hospitals. Even more than that was the charting. Sometimes she feared she spent more time with her computer than she did with the actual patient. Huffing out a sigh, she decided her eyes needed a break from the screen, heading down the hall to the other unit.

Her best shifts were the ones where Maureen worked the same floor. Just having her friend nearby kept her saner. “Just a heads up,” she murmured, leaning against the nursing desk and catching the other woman’s eye. “Dr. Lugatso is in a mood today. Like argued with me for an hour over a patient’s bloodwork only to take my words right out of my mouth and pretend they’d been his opinion the whole time.”