#apartment331

[an-angel-trappedinthedark-blog]

{+} apartment331

Carabeth had the distinct feeling someone was watching her, following her. She didn't feel very comfortable with this at all. Usually when things like this happened, she would brush it off her shoulder as her just being paranoid. But she's heard footsteps behind her for long enough.

        "---You know, I can hear you. So you better start explainin' why you're following me, or I'll be forced to bring out my pepper spray."

[consultingsister-archive]

+ [ apartment331 ] turned up;

              Cecelia walked slowly around Camden market, a paper bag hooked onto one arm as she perused the stalls and moved out the way for the other customers that cold morning. However this one time she wasn't quick enough, her arm bashing against the other as her bag ripped, letting some apples roll down the road and one jam jar smash on the pavement. She rolled her eyes, sighing-- "paper bags, nice idea in theory, right?"

[notsogeniusgirls]

"I don't want to talk about it. I don't even know why you're trying to be here for me."

[fxckerspce-blog]

"I'm so hungry, oh god. Do you have food?"