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[princessmelimaofmirkwood]

Caught in the Rain ||Closed||

Of course her car would break down right in the middle of a huge storm.  That was just the way her luck was going today.  First her phone was smashed into pieces, then the only phone store for miles was closed, and now her car broke down.  So she was stranded, without a phone, soaking wet.  Perfect.  Seeing a house, she breathed a sigh of relief and went to knock on the door.

[tornbutterflies-archived]

wish you nɇvɇɍ looked at me that way

Alice stole her neighbor's newspaper all the time.  It was truly a wonder he had not cancelled the subscription after all these months, but she wasn't about to complain aloud, lest she jinx herself.  She usually didn't bother reading any of the print.  No point in reading old news.  It smelled like lies anyway.  But it did at least make good insulation.

Each page got wadded and pushed into the chain link fence-like holes of the bed frame she had leaned against the window of her small apartment.  The sight reminded her of a bee in a hive, working at making honey to survive, working at keeping the draft out to survive.  Sometimes when she stopped to suck in the vapors from her hookah, she would take a moment to read bits and pieces of a comic or article before shoving it in.  She had a particular fondness of mocking hometown heroes or obituaries.  Every once in a while a headline would catch her eye, but usually it was something boring.  Councilman dead after attack.  Stupid.  Killer still on the loose.  Whatever.

If this town should be afraid of anyone, it should be her when she starts sleepwalking.  Then they can make headlines about how a body was reduced to a bloody mess on the pavement.  Ah...Fucker Stab Wound Fucked.  That was a pretty good one. 

She reached for the bottle of vodka at her side, only to find it miserably empty.  Damnit.  Immediately she jumped up from her position on the floor and grabbed her bag and some sunglasses.  It didn't matter it was after midnight.  No one needed to know just how high she was.  Her bloodshot eyes were no ones business.

Down the flights of stairs, through the door to the complex, not bothering with finding her keys because the damn place was never locked anyway.  Out into the cold, cold night, stumbling only once on her way to the liquor store down the street.  She couldn't remember if she had even closed the door to her apartment before leaving.  No matter.  Not like anyone was going in there anyway.

[princessmelimaofmirkwood]

Totally listening to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack.  exploreroflostworlds, this is all your fault. XD

[awwlokino-blog]

//Okay pausing to do a few replies. Anything longer than a paragraph or two will be done tomorrow just cause Loki's really strained right now. I'm tagging you if you're getting done tomorrow so you know. I'm sorry guys.

[tithentuil]

exploreroflostworlds replied to your post “are you threatening me?" and "are you even listening to...”

// eh woops

shhh. you're fine LOL

[dissilientesse]

                             Isae waited at the bottom of the hole, right by the net, as soon as all of the new initiates landed and stood in groups. "Non-Dauntless born Initiatives come with me." She states sharply and coldly. 

[eliseelinaeriksson]

The salvation of Books || Elina and Kobe

Years of devotion to the written word, bound pages telling a story, holding information about the past, facts, the believes and misconceptions of centuries that had passed. She'd spent most her life finding them, keeping them and hiding them for all that she was worth. The collection was large and hiding them had become harder every year, new ways had to be made up, new spaces created in silence so no one would suspect anything. 

Her mother had taught her about books, she'd read for her, told her stories she knew like the back of her hand, though Elina's mother was not the best at hiding them and one day, she'd seen all of those precious little worlds gone to ash. From there on, she promised herself to keep them safe.

After a good week of work hollowing out a wall to fill with books someone must have heard the sound of home construction and called someone in to make sure things were safe. She wasn't paranoid, no, not at all, just cautious and the sound of footsteps up the stairs had her quickly closing the fake wall and quietly placing the TV back in place. Even if the small crack followed a seam in the wallpaper she wasn't one to risk it. With her cache hidden Elina checked so there was nothing that looked off, only to find one book out, simply stuffing that inside her chair and sitting down.

[wildyoungboggins]

Veins:

Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?

"Biggest adrenaline rush?" Ada put her finger to her nose in thought before her eyes sparkled. "Probably when helping someone pays off or they appreciate it. Or even opening someone's eyes to something new. For me, my biggest rush comes from seeing someone else happy."

[pessimisticcynicr]

Yo

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[nightxngale-blog]

I see you liking my random ooc posts. You little creeper *awkwardly pats*