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[atlasnolan]

Atlas plucks the coin from her grip, flipping it with his thumb once it was in his possession and catching it on the back of his left hand. His right palm covers it to conceal what way it had landed, an eyebrow quirked at Kate before he reveals it.

( Heads. )

"Can't think of a pun about heads that doesn't involve head."

What Atlas does do is keep the coin, back-pocketing it as he listens to her moderately unhelpful advice.

"Gee, thanks," He says, his sarcastic tone matching her own, "Maybe along the way if I dream real big and try real hard I could even work at a snobby restaurant where people tell me all about their unfulfilling lives and get to ignore how unfulfilling mine must be."

@katexharmon

Kate's eyes linger on him for a moment, a cold stare as she tries to judge whether or not he's being serious about his comment. However, she accepts the challenge and digs into her pocket to retrieve a coin that feels roughly the size, holding it up in front of him.

"Go ahead."

As she listens to him spout off his skills, or lack thereof, she bites the corner of her lip as she does genuinely try to think of a career that would suit him. Being strong was advantagous, but instead she elected to respond with her usual sarcasm.

"Wow, how you ever thought of starting as a Petty Thief? I'm sure you could work your way up to Criminal Mastermind before you know it." She deadpans. "I'm sure if you google The Sims cheatcodes, you'll get there in no time."

@atlasnolan

[willow-thomas]

open starter : @aurorabaystarter location : the reef bar

Willow leaned against the pool stick as she tried to decide the right way to go about the game. So far, her luck had been terrible, and there really was no relief in sight as she blinked at the cue ball. "This never looked this hard on tv." She just smirked as she leaned to make an attempt to sink the three ball. Instead she watched as her stick barely grazed the ball, and it slowly rolled off in the opposite direction. "Okay, this has got to be a joke now. Is there a trick to this or something?"

[ravirussell]

for: @aurorabaystarter

where: dealer's choice!

Armed with a tennis racket in hand and a ball, Ravi let the fuzzy green sphere roll along the strings as he sought out an appropriate space to practice. Like most temptations, wanting to actually hit the ball got the better of him and his swing serve accidentally launched the ball further than he had anticipated.

"Hey! Duck!"

[mackmontgomery]

open for: anyone! // @aurorabaystarter

where: carnival

"I can't decide if I want to propel myself down the fun slide or yearn on the ferris wheel first," Mack says aloud, hands on his hips as he weighed up both options in his mind and found equal appeal, "Where you at with it?"

[salvadorcavendish]

"Fair point, though I do wonder if you might get some literal cat calls in that. Has anyone meowed at you yet?"

With the high population of eccentric residents that made up the general populous of Aurora Bay, that seemed like a high likelihood.

"I don't know if I'm being overly confident, but I think I could pull a week off in these intergalactic boots. I'd really like to fly a spaceship."

@deryaxyilmaz

Glancing down at her body now that she was out in a different light, Rya nodded. "Yes, and that depends." She answered with a soft hum. "I'm not sure how the men are here in the Bay, but if I don't have to deal with constant cat calling, I could survive a week in this." Or at least she was sure that she could, anyways. "What about you?"

[manslaught]

brittany's going to be severely fucking disappointed in her if she knew that this is where mikayla decided to go at the end of her date— and yet, mikayla can't find it in herself to care as she stands in front of @ladyintree's door, a box of food from the restaurant in her hand. she never actually confirmed she'd be coming over, but tai made it pretty clear the day before that she wanted her to, so mikayla just hopes she's not intruding, that tai actually meant it. when tai answers the door, mikayla doesn't let herself smile, not wanting to seem too eager to see her, biting down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself. “ hi. ”

[the-graves-family]

Ace is sure that what he's feeling goes beyond fear and panic. He's only felt so scared and alone once before, and it's the single worst memory he has. The night that his life turned upside-down.

He doesn't know where he is, and only has the vaguest idea of how he got here. It's dark, and cold, and he's terrified. He'd bid his family a good night, gone to his chambers and then—

Nothing.

His head aches and feels sore, which gives him a hint as to what happened, but he's still so confused. Who has him? And why? For ransom? He hopes his family is safe.

Ace hugs himself and closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see the dark glow of magic out of the corner of his eye. He just has to wait. Father and Adrian will come save him.

@lost-soul-in-time

[maybestronger]

OPEN TO → MUTUALS (random abba lyric) Let this be either romantic in nature or her talking about something more supernatural. Truly I don't mind.

❝There  was  something  in  the  air  that  night. ❞

[ziggykyeons]

"Deformed cat honestly kind of slays, we need some ugly feline representation."

It was a far more creative choice than what he had gone for which was a run of the mill ghost, the edges of which were jagged and unclean. He wished he had remembered how little he appreciated the scent of pumpkin before he started carving.

"I'm starting to think I'll never get this aroma off my hands."

@laceyxpierce

"I was trying to make a cat, but I messed up on one of the whiskers so either I can try and save it or just say it's a deformed cat. I think the second option would be better. I'm afraid if I attempt to save it I will make it worse or need a whole new pumpkin to try again." Lacey said as she lightly tapped her finger tips against the table and sighed. "I forgot how messy carving pumpkins really were."

[keolalagaaia]

for: @aurorabaystarter

where: wherever ur heart takes u

“– No, I’m just saying I could have been as rich as Jeff Bozos by now,” Keo explains, speaking to the person at his left, his right arm swinging some as he walks with no real aim through the city at night. He likes the night air, it feels nice, his van could get stuffy at times. Close to claustrophobic on a night where his worries managed to penetrate the weed smoke he almost always had around him like some sort of shield. 

“I’ve had maybe six ideas that would have landed me on Forbes. Problem is, I was high every time I thought of them and I never write shit down. It’s a tragedy, I think.” 

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @edietello

where: docks near fisher's cove

The ride down to the docks was more familiar to him than the back of his own hand, the turns from Ocean Crest remained the same unlike his extremity where healing scratches that once held glass shards and stitched split knuckles still stung every time he used the hand clutch on his bike.

He parked up outside the Tello house in a space that he had once claimed as his own, the walk to where Javier’s boat was docked feeling like an endless stretch. It had been his idea to meet, his conversation with his sister fresh on his mind and still he can’t find it in himself to trust that it wouldn’t go sideways like most things he tried to right.

It’s too late to turn back as he nears the boat and the blonde, not needing to check his phone to know the time. It had to be seven thirty on the dot, Edie wouldn’t have arrived a minute earlier or later.

“Hey.”

[maxcarson]

Who: Open ( @aurorabaystarter ) Where: Driftwood Coffee

The smell of the coffee shop rushed out of the door as Max pulled it open, and he smiled as his eyes lifted to look over the menu. He knew what he wanted, but there was always the chance there was something new. After a few minutes, he found himself looking around for a seat before approaching a table in the corner. "You mind if I grab a seat?"

[manslaught]

she doesn't look at her, afraid that she'll only be met with pity in tai's eyes, and that's not what she was looking for when she decided to tell her the truth. mikayla focuses on the ground instead, scowling as she lifts her shoulders in a shrug, letting out a sigh. “ he doesn't want his daughter to be a loser. ” he doesn't want his daughter to be a lot of things, she almost adds, but she's not ready to admit everything, preferring not to talk about it at all. but she has already hinted to tai before about how important soccer was to him, how she only played it because he made her. she lifts her head, straightening her shoulders, slinging her jacket over her injured arm in an attempt to cover the bruise without having to put it back on entirely. “ it just feels like a bruise. i'm used to it. ” because he'd give her them all the time, honestly, but it could easily be blamed on the fights she gets herself into, so mikayla doesn't feel like she's admitting too much.

mikayla could understand that, at least. weeks ago, when her rib first got broken, she was too distracted by the pain of losing taissa to even care about the actual physical damage in her chest. her hand drifts to the side of her chest, wondering for the first time in three days if maybe the crash slowed down the healing process even more, but she hardly cares. she can't help it, the way her face softens at tai's question, because she's too exhausted to stop herself from looking at her the way she had for months. “ you could never look like shit, ” she says softly, like it should be obvious. “ you— ” still look beautiful, but she has enough tact to know she's not allowed to tell her things like that anymore, so she goes for something else. “ you just have, um— ” mikayla steps closer, aware that tai could and probably should shove her away, but if tai's really that concerned with her appearance, at least mikayla can help with that. she brings her thumb to her own mouth, wetting her finger before she carefully brings it to tai's wound, wiping at the dried blood, forced to think about all the times tai had touched her scar, how it was the only time mikayla didn't entirely hate the mark on her eyebrow. once the blood is gone, she drops her hand back to her side, clearing her throat. “ it's better now. ”

she desperately wants to correct her, tell her that she never got over her, that she's not sure if she ever will, but mikayla knows she can't, so she just glances away, inhaling sharply. she doesn't let herself think too far into tai saying the same thing back, because it doesn't mean anything— it's just tai not being heartless, because mikayla's sure she still hates her. “ now can we keep walking? ” she asks again in an attempt to drop the subject.

she’s caught off guard by her words— both by what she said and that she actually gave her an answer at all.   her brows furrow, head leaning back as she looks her over for a moment.   ❝  what the fuck?  ❞   she asks,  disgusted not by her,  but by him.    it leaves her with more questions,  but it’s clear now that she has to follow her lead.   ❝  why the fuck would he say—  do that?  ❞   she asks,  taking a step closer,  looking down at her arm again.  she frowns,  looking back up at mikayla,  wishing that she could ask her again if she’s okay so that mikayla could truly break down to her if that’s what she needs,  but she’s scared she’s going to keep shutting her out.  ❝  i’m… sorry.   that’s so fucked up,  ❞   she says quietly,  shaking her head,  remembering how annoyed she was with her own father’s last words to her—  and they were all positive.  it makes her feel horrible now.  ❝  does it hurt?  ❞   she asks,  because it’s easier to ask that rather than asking her if she can do anything.

❝  i haven’t really been thinking about it.  been kind of distracted,  ❞   she answers simply,  bringing her hand back to the wound again and shrugging.   ❝  i… haven’t looked at it,  ❞   she admits, too afraid of her own reflection— of seeing something that doesn’t look like the perfect version of herself she’d always been so careful about.  she gulps,  glancing back at mikayla shyly.   ❝  do i look like shit?  ❞   she asks quietly,  almost immediately regretting it,  because while she doesn’t expect mikayla to say yes—  she’s not ready to hear whatever the alternative is.    she rolls her eyes and waves her off.  ❝  okay,  mikayla,  just because you got over me doesn't mean i think you wanted me dead,  ❞   she mutters,  trying not to get caught up in her words and whatever else mikayla’s thinking.   but when she meets her eyes again,  she gulps, because she knows she can’t not say the same thing—not when it’s been weighing on her so heavily.  ❝  i’m glad you’re okay, too,  ❞  she whispers,  her eyes on the ground,  not allowing herself to get too emotional about any alternative.

[ziggykyeons]

for: @aurorabaystarter

where: choose ur own adventure

Ziggy did his utmost best to not look a little smug at the push notification he got from an Instagram DM that contained a screenshot of a DeuxMoi story.

"Question," He doesn't wait before he asks it, "Would you feel bad if someone you knew got exposed on the internet?"

[reggiellewellyn]

reggie 📱 peter.

Reggie: You know, you could make a real killing if you were spinning those decks in Ibiza Reggie: Have you ever considered 👀 @peterbasara