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  • daydreambelievcr
    26.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    [ @salemstart​​, giant food store, afternoon ]

    Narrowing her eyes at the top shelf of the cereal aisle, Ava shouldn’t have felt as betrayed as she did by the realization that her niece’s favorite cereal had been moved far beyond her reach. Though the small female was well-accustomed to overcoming these kinds of obstacles, especially since she stood at a full 5′1, she was in no mood to deal with this today. The youngest Adler had made a lot of strides in the last few years to quell her rage issues, but recently (and for reasons that she refused to acknowledge or resolve) her anger had started bubbling just below the surface again, threatening to show itself at any mild inconvenience or annoyance. So instead of asking another patron for some help or finding an employee to get the cereal down for her, she did what any rational and stubborn person would do: attempted to use her shopping cart as a step stool to climb the shelf herself. “Why me? Who is conspiring against me today, huh? Do I have to do everything myself?” the brunette grumbled under her breath dramatically in a stream of consciousness, placing one foot on the bottom of her cart and another on a nearby shelf to begin her ascent. But before she could start scaling the metal structure, the cart moved underneath her and threw off her balance. Grasping onto the cart to keep from falling on her ass, she clamored to plant both feet firmly back on the ground. “Nopenopenope... maybe we just don’t need cereal this week.” Sucking in a breath of relief, she happened to lock eyes with someone walking along the aisle. “...You didn’t see that.”

    #salemstart #30 rock vc: dont HELP ME - i'm too proud #this is all i could think of for a starter so i'm sorry it's such poop djfbgdfg #my tiny princess is NOT having a good time today #;; muse — ava
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  • silvulpcs
    21.01.2022 - 6 days ago

    [ location: starfox roadside diner. ]

    “no, shut the fuck up, you’re the one who’s not listening! i’ve looked everywhere and i still couldn’t find him!” rarity erupted through every nook and cranny — the commonly tranquil diner was tainted with unusual racket coming from the kitchen tonight. paranoia ran rampant over the mind of the co-owner who, on regular days, was often seen as composed and even meticulous perhaps. however, all of their restraints seemed to have glissaded, freefalling off their reservation and now almost everyone in the establishment could hear the arguments that they had with their employees who’d intended to ease them down. sherry was not known for their temper, at least not on the surface as they had always draped fortitudes around them, offering a sense of comfort and security, but when they had waited for their loved one to return for far too long now without even a single bit of information, or a whirl of verification that he was safe, they no longer could maintain their self-assurement. “if you can’t tell me or don’t know where he is then keep your mouth shut. don’t you dare tell me to calm down, this isn’t like him at all.”
    finally bursting out of the back door, veins throbbing every iota of their flesh, they sauntered outside and into the midst of patrons again. some looked stupified by the clamor, and others pretended to hear nothing thus they could resume finishing their meal. sherry discovered themself with folded arms and chattering teeth — barely perking up when someone approached them. “i’m sorry — i’m sorry, you had to hear all of that. it’s just, my partner. my spouse. i haven’t seen him at all and he isn’t usually like this. he didn’t answer his calls, didn’t text, nothing.” chawing on their bottom lip, they ignored the muffled ringing in their ears, wishing they could find something, anything, to alleviate their nerves. wishing his ass would just show up at the entrance with that goofy, dumbfounded look of his. where was he? “it’s dusty— dustin. he’s the co-owner of this place, my co-owner. have you seen him?”


    #salemstart #NO NEED TO MATCH AJDL #i'm working on my drafts but i needed to post this up for plot bunnies
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  • dvstybvnny
    18.01.2022 - 1 week ago

    CAP: 2/3

    [ salem’s downtown. ] // @salemstart​

    Like a goldfish in a tank, he was shy a few feet of pressing his face against the glass like one of his inquisitive younger siblings, possessed to stop in front of one of the display cases when they caught his eye on his walk from campus to the record store. Curiosity belied tender anxiety, and one would think he was either pushing daisies on being too old to consider parenting again or that after trying it once, the tingling excitement would have ceased to flap butterfly wings in his stomach. His gaze drawn to a penguin onesie neatly propped in the store window, his fingers pushed honey-gold locks away from his eyes, admiring in silence until the hair-raising sixth sense he’d been getting all week nagged him to turn around —

    Nobody was there. At least, not from where the scald of eyes searing his flesh had been emanating from across the street. His hand clasped the nape of his neck, breath staining the frigid air white and snowflakes nesting into the fibers of his plain grey hoodie, he craned his head when he caught someone walking on the same side of the street. “Hey, did you just see someone over there?” Dustin gestured in the direction of the lamppost across the street, teeth gnawing into his cheek. Deciding it better to drop the topic, he switched gears, pointing at the glass storefront display and addressing them, “And what’s your opinion on penguin onesies? For babies? Is it too tacky?”

    #salemstart #this has cap for my sanity but i need to set up some plot stuff #also.... i'm so sorry if i owe some really old drafts i promise i'm working on them
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  • recordturner
    17.01.2022 - 1 week ago
    A rather slow-paced week following Ellie’s long-awaited return to his kingdom behind the register — which, admittedly, he hadn’t spent a prolonged amount of work hours tending anyway. His deliberation was stationed in a neglected corner where he was scrutinizing a new shipment of cassettes delivered from a thrift store out in Omaha. They were the overstock of the overstock. If he were being truthful, he was mildly intrigued by their mint condition, minus one Belinda Carlisle tape which appeared as if it’d encountered one tornado too many in its forty or so years since its original production. Those were the types of natural disasters that occurred out in Nebraska, right? Aside from the occasional tractor wheel flattening a barn kitten? 
    “... You know, I reckoned this place would go to shit without me,” he spoke up randomly after feeling so inclined once cradling a tape labeled lovingly with the inscription: FOR MARCY, BY RICARDO ‘88. “But they’ve really upped their standards. We’re selling Marcy from Omaha’s discarded eighties love mixtapes now. Think the statue of limitations on privacy has run out yet? Kinda wanna listen.” 
    #III. 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 — CONVOS. #salemstart
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  • lcvelylydia
    17.01.2022 - 1 week ago

    LYDIA + OPEN ( 3/4 - @salemstart​ ) LOCATION: the cotton club, night. 

    𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓. somehow she found herself at the bar of the cotton club ordering her usual beer, with the expectation that the night was still going to continue. how long? she wasn’t quite sure yet. for someone who was known for following the rules and for sticking to a foolproof routine, this was certainly quite the deviation. however, lydia had promised herself that this year she was going to be selfish in the ways that benefited her own growth. treating herself to a drink or two or three certainly fell into this category. 

    she was happy in the spot she had taken residence in by the wall, but it seemed that there was someone trying to get her attention. removing the hand that she had lodged in her pocket, she tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear.  “quite the lively scene tonight, isn't it?” the woman eventually called out, tilting her bottle as if to say cheers. “i haven’t seen this many people in here in god knows how long. then again... it’s been a couple months.”

    #salemstart #they say it’s bad karma being such a heartbreaker ; CHATS. #/ this is absolute trash i apologize all <3
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  • mvrtician
    16.01.2022 - 1 week ago
    𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 - 𝐜𝐚𝐩 (𝟑/𝟑)

    — a thick morning fog settles over the cemetery, birds gathered together on the powerlines and watched the man working below. though an ominous environment, harry felt the most at home while he worked away in silence. it had become something of  spiritual tradition for the mortician, tending to the tombstone's that were often left behind. gentle and meticulous in his approach, he cleared the graves of old snow and worked tenderly to remove the buildup of dirt and debris that hid away the names of the deceased.

    the sound of approaching foot steps doesn’t cause him to falter in his work, he tidies the dried flowers that had blown away and polishes the stone, speaking to the person behind him without looking up. “did you know them well?” he asks, his voice soft, “i have to admit, i didn’t know them well myself, but even the dead deserve a clean bed to sleep.” 

    #salemstart #q'ed! #ugh this is so bad i'm sorry #tw death mention
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  • cursedpapercuts
    15.01.2022 - 1 week ago

    @salemstart​ : Open Starter For All.

    Location: THE COFFIN CLUB, sometime in the night hours.

    Luca was not one to go out and go to clubs or bars. He wasn’t much of a social person, but he was told by several people that getting out would be good for him. So, he decided to take their advice and he headed on down to the Coffin Club. He was told that that was the best LGBTQA+ club to go to and as a single, gay man, well he sure wanted to find a hot guy to at least dance with. 

    As he walked into the club, he was instantly hit with the heat from the building and the amount of people and almost walked out of the club before getting his nerve to take a step forward instead of taking a step backward and finally made it to the bar. Luca ordered a drink for himself before looking over and noticed that someone was sitting beside him and gave him a soft smile. “Hey!” He replied, trying to be polite more so then be that guy that sat at the bar and was being all broody.

    #salemstart #I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies: Luca Del Rossi
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  • offullmccns
    11.01.2022 - 2 weeks ago
    location: churchill gated community (5/5)

            cold. that was one of the main things she felt, right now. the snow that was on the ground contributed to how freezing she felt and it didn’t help that they were expecting even more snow in the near future - that meant more days indoors and out of temperatures which were going down into the single digits - one of the things she had yet to really get used to since moving from florida a few years ago. however, she wanted to test out her vintage polaroid that she got as part of a secret santa before she left for christmas - it was meant to be something she gave to theodore, but because he had a polaroid of his own, she ended up keeping it. might as well make good use of it, right? that’s what she did when the year went out. she bought it with her and hid it in a safe place when she wasn’t using it, away from all those who were drunk.         looking down at the developing picture, she sat it down on one of the chairs she had outside on the porch. hearing footsteps, she turned her head. “ hey, uh, excuse me! ” she called out, waving her gloved hand to let them know that it was her speaking. “ do you think you can take a picture of me? ” she held up her polaroid, pointing at it.  @salemstart​

    #' filed as  ::  juliana  ━  threads ' #' filed as  ::  ic  ━  open starter ' #salemstart
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  • solitaryspirits
    11.01.2022 - 2 weeks ago

    early morning at dunn’s roadside diner

    “You wouldn’t know anything about getting...ah...coffee stains out of paper, would you?” Ren asks. Before him sits a stack of documents that are, unfortunately, now soaking wet from a spilled coffee cup. ( Who, exactly, spilled the coffee cup? Well, that’s a secret Ren plans on taking to the grave ). He tries to free the corner of one page, but when it disintegrates before him, he drops any further attempts at freeing the pages from one another. “I mean...I’m sure my boss has backups saved to her computer,” He doubts Josie’s the type who would give him paperwork to catalogue and file otherwise, despite her distrust of the postal system, she had to keep backups for her backups somewhere. “...But I’d also hate to ask her. I mean, she trusted me with these for a really important case and I’d hate to say I ruined her notes because of coffee...Do you think any of these are salvageable?”
    #salemstart #renato luna; starter
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  • andreaxweber
    10.01.2022 - 2 weeks ago

    Location: Carmel Apple Café & Bistro

    Andrea was thankful that she was taking a day for herself, after the holidays seemed to be the busiest days and that meant that there were customers that didn’t care about anything but getting what they want. She had just got her coffee and pastry and was sitting down when she heard somebody giving out to the barista for getting their order wrong, which caused her to roll her eyes back a little.

    “Honestly I feel bad for the barista, only doing their job and they did it right anyway.”She said to the person sitting closest to her before taking a sip of her coffee. “I always think people who act rude to people in stores or places like this were never taught manners.”


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  • lowelies
    08.01.2022 - 2 weeks ago

    On an uncrowded bench, Marlowe sat with her legs crossed, staring up at the project she’d finally dragged down for an exhibit. It had been the final work she’d completed before leaving Machias; a disquieting piece on the harrowing nature of a self-discovery forced upon oneself, riddled with implications that all may not be lost in the end however it would take a considerable amount of time to reconcile with the new self — a rip in the darkness. The white canvas was christened with graphite, the deformed portrait of a black figure gripping and clawing at its crooked collarbones, every somewhat discernable inch of its form still somewhat unsettling to behold with its spindly arms and unfinished torso. She couldn’t remember beginning it nor how it ended, but perhaps that was a good thing. It was the first since her debut that she felt like she hadn’t made it for anyone else. 

    Her gaze strayed from the canvas, lingering curiously on the person who had appeared beside her some time ago. “... What do you think?” she inquired, possibly for the first time in her entire career interested in what someone else had to think.

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  • ofghasts
    05.01.2022 - 3 weeks ago
         Location: outside Salem public library || open to all! @salemstart

         He’d spent a quiet new years with his Mom, they’d played card games and watched some of their favourite films, video calling his little sisters when their new year rolled over 5 hours before (his mother had made the same joke she always did when they were in a different timezone “what’s it like in the future?”). Now that all end of year celebrations were over with, he’d decided to take care of some of the menial tasks he’d been putting off, like returning the books he’d borrowed from the library before he racked up any fines.      Errand complete, he’d checked a couple of new books that were tucked in the satchel bag slung over his shoulder. Leaving the building, he was reading a public post from the local animal shelter, urging people to adopt as there had been an influx of animals being surrendered. A sniffle from his nose, eyes welling up at the collage of all the sad looking dogs in their kennels, he wasn’t paying attention to his steps as he descended those stairs. It was this inattention that proved to be his downfall- literally, betrayed by an ankle that twisted awkwardly as he took his misstep, his bodyweight pulling him down as he slipped and hit his butt off every remaining step on his way down.      Temporarily winded, tears still in his eyes, he sat there for a short moment before reaching up to that railing and hoisting himself back up, wincing in pain and huffing out a groan. “Ah... ouch...” His phone, miraculously unharmed, tucked back into his pocket as he used his now free hand to rub the spot that had been worst affected, trying to catch his breath.

    #salemstart #` bryan - starter * #did i rip off the famous dean falling down the stairs video? yes
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  • armcniamouse
    05.01.2022 - 3 weeks ago

    [ location: new year’s eve party, upper floor. ]

    “i just heard someone say there was a loud crash about thirty seconds ago. you know anything about that? hopefully it wasn’t anything ––  atrocious.” she’d half a mind mulling that she might have had as well, but couple up an ascending tension within the party and falsehoods of her disturbed mind and one could just chalk it up as paranoia –– so verification was something to be desired, even if there was a fortitude of denial in order to cleanse her rose-colored glasses. this wasn’t the first event that she had hosted with her spouse, frankly she could fault herself for ceaselessly thinking all could remain tranquil when this time, more paradoxical characters had swarmed into the perimeter. it worried her, of course, a streak of concern telling her she could find more than a dozen of inebriated bodies in the morning. a soft exhale pushed through her lungs, relieved she was at least able to remain in a secured spot –– away from any further catastrophe. or so she hoped. “and here i thought we were going to end the night peacefully.” 


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  • highlvndwhispers
    02.01.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    [ location: villanelle new year’s eve party; just before midnight ] [ @salemstart​ ]

          never one to turn down a party, let alone a family thrown affair, the tattooist was more than pleased to ring in the new year surrounded by loved ones and the residents of salem in attendance alike. a social butterfly to her core ( disregarding a mean streak harboured for necessary provocations ) the jumpsuit clad multi-medium artist flitted from one conversation to the next accompanied by silvery laughter and a champagne flute held aloft betwixt slender digits; conjuring to mind a wand were the flute removed from the stem, making sure that no one that entertained conversation with rory was left feeling any less than like they’d had her full attention for the duration. she simply possessed a certain knack for welcoming anyone into her orbit after the time spent in the tattoo shop, reading people was a necessary part of her job given the often near intimate quarter the aesthete had to be in with clients in order to ink their skin and had imparted an impressively communicative skillset. red bottom pumps bought for a gallery show the month past that she’d instantly fallen in love with click-click-clicked against the expensive flooring of her cousin and his spouse’s shared home as the blonde headed out to the veranda for a breath to clear some of the champagne induced fog settling around her psyche and a smoke.
          lavender and rose laced prerolled in one hand, lighter in the other, rory leaned against the banister to settle in with wintery wind and distant hums of chatter coming from the party and like minded party goers that had stepped outside themselves. “absolute banger of a party, aye? reckon the staff’ll be cleanin’ until the next one, yunno.” dulcet tones slid around an exhale of herbal smoke whilst the blonde turned a bit to properly face the stray guest to her left with a flick of a stray braid out of her visage. “think i’ll be givin’ my thanks for atticus and micah playin’ host by reorganisin’ me cousin’s studio out again for ‘im. i’m afraid if i don’t it won’t get done before the next new year’s party comes round.” the jest only held the warmth of familial familiarity and professional exasperation at how easily her aforementioned cousin and co-host of the evening’s tendencies to…. collect canvases and the like before needing them, despite the tattooist’s own tendencies to amass finished canvases and projects only to rush around in a mad dash to get them sent out to their commissioners in a timely manner.  “have ye been havin’ a good time?” decorum wasn’t lost on aurora and the inquiry was posed between a friendly smile and another pull from the joint in her hand.
    #✩  ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ⁱᶜʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒʰ ˢʰᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁿˢ  •̩̩͙*˚*✩  ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ. #salemstart#alcohol tw#drug tw #listen... if ur quiet u can hear how rusty i am right now #please feel free to assume connections
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  • ncvasyogas
    02.01.2021 - 3 weeks ago

      @salemstart​[ villanelle residence ; new year’s eve] Cap: 0/8 

      Nova was carrying along a copious amount of her writing portfolio tonight. Was this the proper way to get published-absolutely not. But she did want a 2022 release at some point. Nova continued to scour the place for someone who looked like they worked at the a publishing company. She spotted an oddly dressed indidvual and approached them. 

    “Hello there? Are you interested in the next level of literature?” Nova asked raising her eyebrow.

    #salemstart #there was an attempt tm
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  • ofghasts
    01.01.2021 - 3 weeks ago
    Location: Villanelle NYE Party || open to all! @salemstart​

         Eyes floated around the party attendees, dark hues not settling on one figure for too long as she didn’t see any foul antics at play. The glitzy outfits contrasted with that dark grey turtleneck and black trouser combo the woman sported, tonight was another night on the job, not one for celebration and partying unlike the rest of those in the spacious residence.      A shadow out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she followed the motion to where she’d seen it flit, up those stairs that were off limits to guests. She darted around the no entry sign that had been placed there to deter anyone from going past (or, in the case of some, enticing them even moreso) and climbed the stairs quickly and quietly, looking around for signs of the offending figure in order to guide them back downstairs.      She finally found the culprit, rattling a locked door that wouldn’t open, unless met with an incredible force, fruitlessly. Min cleared her throat and tucked her hands behind her back politely, lilting her head as she addressed the figure.      “Excuse me, if you’re looking for the bathroom, it’s located downstairs.”

    #salemstart #` min - starters * #salemevent
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  • sin-tentional
    01.01.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 & CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER @salemstart​​ ;;

    CAP 0/3

    so... yeah... maybe Charlotte Degraves had imbibed way too much that night– maybe reality was mixing far too deeply into the possible illegal shrooms she’d taken– maybe this was the mushroom overlord speaking to her, telling her to get her priorities straightened out. 

    she’s under the table, hands and knees pressed against expensive floors where she can see her reflection in puddles of champagne and expensive wine. there is a strain in her eyes, and a single tear streaming down her face as she pouts. “Marvin Junior––” she whimpers in a pathetic tone as a very audible sob spills from her belly. “Marvy, baby come here !”  Charlotte Degraves was told by her escort, Ivan, that one of her tiger cubs, Marvin Junior ( her favorite little boy ) was roaming free in that fucking mansion of a house. at least, that’s what she thinks she’s been told. she was just trying to dance on a table or two to Lady Gaga’s Teeth––

    the moment, however, that her subconscious was informed of that news, well Ivan was smacked about 15 times with her rat purse ( or maybe it wasn’t Ivan, and instead a grand hallucination? ) and she was on a hunt. “DOES ANYONE HAVE A FUCKING CHUNK OF GROUND BEEF? FOR FUCKS SAKE.” she’s ready to gift a fucking Lamborghini if it means her tiger cub is safe in her arms. little does she know that she’s actually staring at a domestic cat...

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  • solitaryspirits
    31.12.2021 - 3 weeks ago
    “It sure is kind of people in town to throw a birthday party in my honor year after year,” Simon swirls his third glass of champagne with one hand. His other is slid into the pockets of his dark trousers while he observes the remainder of the partygoers. “It’s always a pity that no one brings any gifts to me, but ah, that’s life I suppose. They’re all too busy having drinks to remember the gifts they’ve left in their car...”
    His fingers itch back toward the alcohol table to muse over the various options provided by both Atticus and Micah. “Do you think anyone would notice if a bottle or two suddenly went missing?” He asks. “It’ll be the only birthday present I ask for this year --” And with the number of guests in attendance, he has his doubts that two bottles of wine would be missed too terribly. “Perhaps I should grab a third -- I have a lovely wife waiting for me at home and I’m sure she’d like to toast come midnight...”
    #salemstart#salemevent #simon muhn; starter #// he says nye? no it's my bday uwu
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  • arwned
    30.12.2021 - 4 weeks ago
    SALEM’S LOT - arwen’s place
    &&. arwen’s   never   been   much   for   festivities   ever   since   her   father   passed   .   it’s   why   she   didn’t   even   bother   to   partake   in   salem’s   holiday   town   events   ,   choosing   to   stay   indoors   and   paint   the   day   away   .   having   been   up   since   five   am   ,   she   had   only   managed   to   accumulate   only   one   hour   of   sleep   .   hearing   the   doorbell   echo   throughout   her   entire   home   ,   she   let   out   a   groan   and   threw   her   pillow   over   her   head   ,   hoping   to   muffle   the   sound   so   she   could   sleep   a   little   bit   more   .   but   whoever   was   at   her   door   was   insistent   ,   because   when   the   doorbell   didn’t   work   ,   they   ended   up   pounding   the   door   loudly   instead.   “are   you   fucking   kidding   me   ?”   she   grumbled   to   herself   and   pushed   herself   out   of   bed   .   
    feet   stomped   down   the   oak   stairs   ,   her   hair   was   a   mess   ,   in   tangles   with   one   another   ,   and   drool   stained   the   side   of   her   cheek   .   being   here   only   a   month   ,   she   still   didn’t   know   the   locals   well   enough   to   have   an   actual   bond   with   any   of   them   ,   so   when   she   found   them   standing   at   her   doorstep   ,   a   bewildered   expression   fell   over   a   dazed   face   .   sighing   ,   arwen   opened   the   door   even   further   ,   shooting   them   a   glare   .   “seriously   ?”   she   began   and   leaned   up   against   the   door   frame   .   “it’s   six   in   the   morning   .   just   tell   me   what   the   hell   you   want   and   leave   me   alone   ,   please   .”


    #salemstart #feel free to assume connections #i'm going to keep digging thru the start blog!! #also if we haven't plotted yet feel free to dm me! #death tw
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  • lionsrvar
    28.12.2021 - 4 weeks ago

    [ location: the lucky cat fitness centre. ]

    “you know, a lotta folks usually avoid this fuckin’ place after christmas. ain’t got no clue why, maybe they’re savin’ up the calorie-burnin’ till after the new year’s feast.” it wasn’t anything uncommon for the boxing instructor to pluck a chatter or two amidst rows of these gym-goers — it could be an irritating diversion, but after her recent lurch with her health and prolonged absence, there was a part of her that wanted to attempt worming back into her other establishment as well as its regulars. secluding herself with the stacks of dossiers and case requests could get a little lonesome and tedious, not to mention she could also use the opportunity to continue getting back in shape. drapped in her casual, loose tee, she stuffed her palms in her pockets as she navigated around — one person in particular catching her interest. “you doin’ alright? couldn’t help but notice you seemed to struggle a bit with this thing,” she poked one of the eliptical trainers; frankly, she wouldn’t be surprised if one of the machines turned out to be slightly rusty after her time away. “need any help?” 


    #salemstart #while i work on drafts!! #feel free to assume connections <3
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