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Okay, so… We’re down to the last bowl of chips and three more people have taken their chances with the rain. They’ll be remembered for their bravery but not their triumph. Anyway, how are you doing? Ready to crash yet? No pressure, there’s life in that Spotify playlist yet.

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“Where did I get this? Uh, frankly, none of your business. I didn’t know that bringing snacks to a party was a problem.”

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I’m just saying, as long as the kids don’t do anything we wouldn’t have done at their… Alright, scratch that. Leaves way too much room for shenanigans.

But yes, yes Simon is doing really well. His office is very cool, plaque on the desk and everything. Thanks for asking— Do you want to see pictures?

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“There’s leftover cheese? Oh no, I really shouldn’t? But if you insist…I suppose I could take a little bit, I guess. Fine, some Brie. Just to take it off your hands. And a bottle of wine? Really, you’re too sweet.”

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“What? Oh, god no. I have no plans to go out in that rain, thank you very much. I did not dress for it at all, and I spent too much time on my eye shadow to let a little thing like water ruin it.”

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“My feet are wet. I abhor having wet toes.” An arm jostled her, thanks to how closely packed in everyone was. “Excuse me? Are you blind or are you just an utter moron?”

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Of all the insignificant dumps in the world, the apocalypse just had to be taking place in this one. Seriously— how much tulle did one town need? Marissa could hardly stomach the cutesy wootsy shit that was going on in Havensdale already. Prom night. Fucking hell. She hoped the rain had half drowned ‘em by now (it had certainly tried its best with her). Salvation came in the form of some dive bar (although, it was still too damn cutesy wootsy) called Franks’. Marissa made sure to linger at the front door she pushed open loudly, making some very unnecessary eye contact with whoever looked her way. She didn’t know if she wanted to kill someone, kiss ‘em or set the place on fire.

“Whiskey, top shelf. None of that ice shit and keep ‘em coming,” she nodded at the bartender, side-eyeing the person beside her, “And what about you?” @havensdalestarters​

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                      [ looking out at the sudden deluge of rain from the relative safety of the Beaumont’s porch as people scramble for cover ] Oh no. This is unfortunate.

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                Ugh, great. Now my hair is going to be even more frizzy than normal.

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It’s raining? When did that start? Of all days to actually do something nice with my hair…Well, this is annoying, isn’t it?

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Well, if I’m going to be stuck here because of the rain, I might as well have a drink. Or two. Or a shot?

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If you're looking for some groovy starters to reply to, look no further! Here are some you might want to check out:

Ayesha Shivdasani (newest character)

Agatha Le Noire (raining event)

Sylvie Dupont (raining event)

Gwen Redfield (raining event / Stevie B's)

Greg Porter (raining event / Stevie B's)

Mary Williams (raining event / Stevie B's)

Paul MacDonald (Lyndsy's)

Blake Hayes (Lyndsy's)

Erica Evans (Lyndsy's)

Harper Belhaven (Lyndsy's)

Jordan Rickman (an oldie at Lyndsy's)

You can find all the lovely starters at havensdalestarters.tumblr.com/tagged/open <3

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Mary had been put through some of the most vigorous training that any hunter her age (of any age) had been put through. She had been through hell and survived in record time. She was the perfect little machine. So, just, like… This whole ‘fit in�� thing had made her softer. It must have because she was currently soaked through, having just made it back inside and she was suddenly a little bit miserable her feet were so wet. As if that was anywhere near the end of the world. “It, um- It’s raining.”

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No, I’m serious. I’m serious. You’ve never seen anything as cutthroat as the egg and spoon race on Sport’s Day, I swear. You’d think these kids were going for gold at the Olympics the way these parents were balling- shouting. Shoutin’ and balling. Ah, anyway. That was a while ago. Life pre-Havensdale, hardly worth the mention. @havensdalestarters​

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“Oh, from the volleyball team? Yeah, I saw her…And…” [distracted because was that a raindrop?] Oh gosh. Your dress. Okay. Inside. Let’s get inside before things get all soggy.”

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Mon dieu. My hair! An umbrella, please! Does anyone have an umbrella? Truly, it’s an emergency. 

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“Excuse me - Excuse me?” Agatha said as the rain was pouring down. “Can someone explain to me how to stop this shower?” Normally there was a button she had to turn and the shower would stop but for some reason she couldn’t find a button in this shower at all.