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[nurturercelia]

Where: Third Floor Hallway When: Around 9:45AM, Sunday, September 4th Who: @naomikojima

Celia gave her dress and smooth, tousled her hair and tried on a smile in the mirror. The silver lining to meeting under such sad circumstances was that Celia was able to see everyone again. It had been years since she had heard this much noise in the house and she found it all strangely calming, a welcomed change from the silence that so often fell over her own town house in Albany. They were all welcomed distraction from the actual pain Celia felt over losing Richard.

She thought naively that she would spend this time before the wake going to pick up her mother-her and Richard were contemporaries, after all, he would have wanted her there. But after that became an impossible task, she instead turned her focus to Naomi.

It was with some more ease than the usual knocks she donned when she rapped on Naomi's bedroom door. The girl needed her help maybe the most right now, although there were certainly some other wards that were trying to give her some competition. Celia noticed how she was isolating herself since arriving, spending even more time tucked away in her room than she used to. Celia recognized this behavior and took it as a challenge. If there was one person who could get her to participate, it will be Celia, by her sheer grit and persistence alone.

When Naomi opened the door, Celia gave her a sincere half smile. Can't scare her off this early. "Are you ready to go down? I thought it might be easier to go with friend."

Friend was a bold statement on Celia's part, for she doubted Naomi would refer to her as the same. Probably more along the lines of neighbors or person you get grouped with for the sake of convenience. But if Celia said it, maybe it had a bigger chance of becoming the truth someday.

"You look really nice," she offered, hoping to coax her out like a cat.

[wvsteria]

cangse sanren & xiao xingchen @coreofgold

❛we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?❜ she was quite the conversationalist and if she was going to be stuck inside this elevator while they had to wait for maintenance she didn't want to wait in silence. "if you like i could go first!"

[autumnwritcs]

closed starter for ;; @waveofstars

Simon hated the beach. He never liked it, not in England where the days were mostly cloudy and not in paradisiac Islands where the sun blinded him. It had nothing to do with the weather though, he just didn't like the sand. His scene was green, too, he preferred the woods, the countryside. The only good thing about beaches was the water, the sound of waves, the endless sight of vast and deep blue mass. But he often put himself in positions he disliked for the sake of writing and since he finally took some time off the publishing house he owned when  pitch for a new hook came to him, he rented a beach house, which was the setting of the upcoming story.

The house was quite big for one person and after three days in Simon was still trying to find himself in there, get used to the soundnof birds, taking notes of objects, sounds, finding the spots that piked his inspiration and just collecting information. And by the third night,  the writer tried a new place, right outside at the porch, directly facing to the golden "backyard", he sat on the wooden floor, a glass of scotch by his side, with his laptop on his lap as he typed. When he straightened to crank his neck and adjust his glasses, his eyes fixed on the woman that he imagined was his neighbor, the red hair caught his attention but the rest of her, her face and body kept him staring a bit to intently. "Hello, sorry about the staring." Simon flashed a smile. "Was overthinking work." He pointed at his laptop. "I guess we'll be neighbors for a little while- my name's Simon, Simon Timmerman." He introduced himself, his accept quiet stressed and the introduction formal as a habit of doing business.

[cloudyangcls]

@blooddelights liked for a starter !

" i don't know girl i don't get a good vibe from this place . " she stood hands on her hips examining the house . " are you sure this is the address ? "

[citizenstarlight]

        There was a lot of Annie had seen – especially since she had moved to New York City. Still, what the man before her said was unbelievable. He was not some genetically altered human like herself but a god. It made her question so many things. If he was truly a Norse God – were they the true religion? Or did other Gods exist? But there was no time for theological questions, at least not now. What was important was helping him and maybe getting his help in return.

        Annie’s petite fingers wrapped around the cup of coffee as she sipped. She had brought him back to her apartment and served him the warm beverage of his choosing. “So – Thor,” casually talking to a God felt weird. But she shook it off and continued, “You mentioned you’ve been gone awhile. As you can see….Things aren’t going exactly well. I could catch you up on the state of the world, and maybe you could help me improve things?” Brown eyes looked up at him hopefully.

 ★ ╼ starter call. | @othunderous

[scythc]

starter call ) @solivcgant ) from soojin.

she barely refrains from placing a glossy, manicured finger to restless lips. she takes care to maintain plasticine geniality on her features, even as discomfort blooms in her chest. something about these influencer events, steeped in pretense and frivolity, grate on her tender nerves. high school ended a decade ago, but this offers an unpleasant reminder, bitter medicine in her throat. she lifts a champagne flute from the long table for a lack of something better to do, turning to another lingering participant in the vague hope for some solidarity. "you'd think they'd arrange something more interesting after award shows; there are a billion things i'd rather do instead of stand around awkwardly and drink."

[jawbrkrs]

closed for @atlatsofstories

"  my  husband,  must  pay  you  a  lot  of  money  to  keep  an  eye  on  me,  huh  ?  "  almost  as  if  she  wasn't  allowed  to  leave  the  mans  sight.  she  knew  her  husband  was  insecure  but  this  was  a  new  low.  another  one  of  her  husbands  so  called  business  trips,  meant  another  weekend  with  the  house  to  herself,  except  she  wasn't  completely  alone.  a  normal  wife  might  have  put  a  small  fight,  but  corrie  welcomed  the  break  from  from  anthony.

[hector-reyes]

Location: Hector’s Apartment 

Tagging: @highfears​​

Hector knew that he was breaking his own rules. He had been the moment he and Arne had gone beyond just a one night hookup. And while at first it had just been Hector flirting and keeping things light, it hadn’t been easy to say no to the chance to have someone who wanted to be in his bed at night. It meant Hector didn’t have to wake up alone in the morning and as selfish as that felt, he wasn’t quite ready to let go of that yet. But Hector had always been pretty adamant about not taking any hookups home and especially not letting them stay the night. But there he was, not shying away from the weight next to him as the sun started creeping through the windows. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, instead letting his arms reach out to rest lightly across Arne’s torso and scooted closer to him. Eyes still closed, he reasted his head lightly on Arne’s shoulder before pressing a few kisses to his chest. “You sleep any longer I’m gonna think you’re dead,” he teased, though he supposed it wasn’t the best joke but he put his finger under Arne’s nose to make sure he was breathing until he stirred and Hector leaned back slightly to give him space. “Good morning, you sleep okay? I still haven’t decided if I really like this mattress or not,” he told him softly, his fingers gently brushing against Arne’s arm. “I’m gonna make some coffee. You want some?”

[gauntlets-shot]

starter for @summonedglory

Being on the other side of a heist was weird. This wasn't the first time Vi had been staked out to catch some thief but it always threw her for a loop since she used to be the one pulling the heists as a teen. If anything, it's probably what made her scarily good at catching each criminal and it was probably why Caitlyn had assigned her to these specific missions. Sometimes Vi wished for more action though. She was a fairly punch happy girl and half the time she couldn't really throw a punch at these thieves without leaving some serious damage thanks to her gauntlets. Well, that's what Caitlyn worried about and with her technically being her boss, she figured she had to listen to her. Sometimes being good had its lows.

Tonight was no different though. Half the time, Vi had some sort of lead or info on their suspect but for some reason, she had no info this time round. She supposed the anticipation made the mission more exciting but also Vi didn't know who she was looking for. Vi usually also had a team to work with but Caitlyn had insisted a team wasn't necessary for this job and if she really did need one, Vi could just call for backup. Vi blew at a tuft of hair that had gone out of place as she hid away in an undisclosed location but once she heard the scratch of shoes again the floor, she sprung to action. The fighter tried to be stealthy about her actions but ultimately, her gauntlets gave her away and she couldn't do anything but lunge forward. "Gotcha—oh shit," Vi said as she lowered her gauntlet down. Caitlyn wasn't going to be happy about this. "Since when were pirates interested in hextech?" She asked the woman before her and gestured towards the locked up weapon that was now behind her.

[salviusnexus]

@verbenaadverse liked a starter for talitha garcia

taking another sip from her glass, talitha garcia glanced around the room. the room filled with humans and supernaturals alike, and she could not find her best friend, ali salvatore, at all. She left and began looking for her when she found a familiar face - or from the photos as talitha doesnt know her personally - and approached her.

"Hi, you must be Alessia....Ali's aunt." Talitha stated. "I'm Talitha Garcia, and looking for Ali. Have you seen her?"

[n8-shaw]

who: @xodeja where: alcott, hallway between #207 and #208 when: sometime during the week

Nate turned the corner towards his room, trudging back from some class or another he couldn't be half assed to care about, only to have his eyes settle on someone blocking the hallway. It wasn't an unusual thing, to cross paths with Deja (or, in the prior two years, Greer), considering how close their doors were, separated by just the hall between them, but he wasn't sure if the brunette was waiting or...what. Wasn't for him, if she was, but that didn't mean Nate wasn't prepared to give her a hard time. "How long have you been loitering in hopes you could pretend it's a coincidence you ran into me?" he said as he approached, keys for his door already out, an amused smirk appearing onto his face.

[xojinnie]

     mexico city had already been a whirlwind. within a couple of days, jinnie had gotten lost, fallen asleep during soundcheck, and misplaced one of her favorite jackets. this stop was utter chaos, to say the least. and now that she had the morning off, the maknae truthfully wanted to grab some sleep before tonight’s concert. however, that wasn’t in the cards for her today. any time now, there would be a knock on the door, notifying her of an anticipated arrival — yehyun. the vocalist had actually been the one to text her about planning a little celebration for minseok’s comeback, and she thought it was a wonderful idea. she’d witnessed how diligently her boyfriend had worked on this particular album; it only seemed right that he got to commemorate his efforts.

     knock, knock. the sound broke through her reverie. gently lifting lulu off her lap, jinnie set the cat on the bed and crossed the room to open there. the indigo member waited on the other side and she greeted him with a smile. “ hey, good morning. come in ! ” the brunette left the door open to grant him access, stepping back into the hotel suite. everything within the room was still quite neat, considering she and eunji liked to keep things tidy. walking to the desk to collect her phone, jinnie pulled up her notes app before glancing back up at the other. “ good news, i found a couple of yummy restaurants nearby that take reservations. nothing too fancy, though. ” she knew minseok. he would care way more about a delicious meal over its price, that was for sure.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — @myhyun​ !

[vitusxaydin]

@jmiemagvans

Vitus had spent so many holidays alone. He'd spent them smoking on friends' couches, curled into a ball on his bed, drunk beyond belief in clubs. Always trying to forget that there was somewhere else he wished to be—in his mama's kitchen, helping her cook a meal for their Catholic relatives, or at his baba's side, engaged in their prayers at the mosque. He knew well the feeling of being overwhelmed on a holiday.

It was for that reason he opened his home and his time to friends and loved ones, each holiday he was able to. If they had no other safe or quiet place to go, they could go to Vitus, and he made sure they all knew it. Easter was no exception.

When Jamie called, Vitus agreed to meet without hesitation. He suggested the marina so they might get some fresh air. Properly bundled, it was just cold enough outside to be refreshing. He took his bike and got there first. Cigarette between his lips, he paced at his leisure along the docks, preparing to open both hands and receive whatever Jamie needed to offload when he arrived.

[autumnwritcs]

closed starter for @cigvrettedvet​

Most of the time Simon and his brother didn't agree on pretty much anything, even if they got along great they had different ways to see life and solve problems. Right now, though, Simon had agreed to Archer's idea immediately even if it was insane but time had not been a luxury they owned and the writer trusted on his brother help. He still couldn't believe what Eloise had planned all along, sure, it couldn't be said he loved his now ex-fiancee deeply but he liked her and enjoyed her company and then he found out her true reasons for marrying him and he felt fucking mad to be played with.

And all that mess led him to call in a few favors and ended up marrying Lizbeth —god knew where Archer had found her—just a  day before his wedding to Eloise. He was just coming back to his penthouse after seeing his ex and drop the news that everything was called off and that there was no need to see each other again. He was slightly concerned about Lizbeth still being at the penthouse or ir she had took off. Closing the door behind him, he was gladly surprised she was still there. "Hey, good morning." Given he had barely slept the day before, his british accent was thicker than usual. “Did you have breakfast already?”

[lvciddreamt]

@scbrvght

“i don’t like this any more than you do, you know.”

[wistrea]

❛    i wouldn't get too close to that thing if i were you. can't you feel it? the magic etched into it ... it's not the friendly kind.      ❜

@guidingkey , liked for a starter!