#fictionformed

[bcnedaddy]

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Jack hadn't slept yet. (The yet was more of an 'if' he would.) He was riding an adrenaline high that resulted in him with a boost of writer's muse. Scribbling away furiously into his journal Jack never noticed Zane enter the kitchen. His footsteps must have been light as a ghost with how quiet he had been. Even when he spoke up to himself Jack didn't notice Zane. It wasn't until he heard his own name come out in a startled tone that he looked up. "I...don't know." He looked at the time on his watch and furrowed his brow. "I suppose I have." He looked over at Zane, his own cup of coffee he'd had now in his hand as he took a sip. After setting the mug down he stood up and stretched his arms out and yawned. Disheveled hair rested just above his eyes and he smoothed it back in attempt to look somewhat put together. "Did you sleep through your alarms again?" Jack had never heard them go off has he had been so hyper fixated on his writing. For once. A smile crossed over Jack's features as he looked at Zane. "Well, it's already late. No use in going to sleep now," he stated in regards to him not sleeping at all. "What's your plan for the day? I should probably take a break from writing but I also don't want to lose the streak I'm on."

@bcnedaddy at the apartment

Zane stretched his arms out in a yawn as he stumbled down the hallway on muscle memory alone, not even convinced his brain was functioning this early. He'd been sleeping like the dead lately, not hearing alarms or drifting off watching TV. Maybe he just needed a higher dose of caffeine. He hummed to himself reaching the kitchen, his hands lazily slapping cupboards until he found the right one and reached for a clean mug. "Sweet nectar of the gods" he smiled reaching for the pot of coffee and filling up his mug to the lip. He spun around to take a seat at the table, but braced himself against the counter in shock. "Shit Jack-- sometimes I forget you live here. --You been in here long?"

[shadxwmoonlight]

location: the woods

starter for: @fictionformed ( shona!)

Before Oz was aware of the mass media breaking across Evermore he received a message from Luis first. Shona and a handful of the other missing persons were found by a river bank near the edge of town. She was back, and if she wasn't he'd scour the earth and the hells below to find her. He didn't hesitate, driving at a ungodly speed before he was blocked off from driving any further as an array of civilian and emergency vehicles were parked along the edge of the woods. Parking and rushing out of the car, not even bothering to lock the doors he found his feet stumbling into the woods. Trying to find Shona amongst the group of strangers and familiar faces. "Shona?" He was calling out into the void and above the mass hysteria before she finally caught his eye. "Shona?" He repeated again, emotion swelling in his throat as he approached like a moth to a flame. "You're here, I can't believe it. You're fucking here. Are you okay? What happened?" He was asking too much too soon, but his head was spinning. He'd kill whoever did this, and if he couldn't he'd send someone to do it. Though he wanted the honor of ripping out their entrails himself. His slender arms snaked around her body, his lips finding hers without hesitation. "I was so scared I lost you." He whispered against her lips before claiming them again in a heated embrace.

[snowmanbuildcr]

LOCATION: anywhere in town! FOR: @fictionformed (hans)

Anna wasn't the most observant person. She noticed pretty flowers, the scent of chocolate in the air, cute puppies, all of the little things... but she could be a little clueless when it came to staying safe, people's intentions, all of the important things she'd never had to worry about locked behind her castle walls. But today, maybe it was the lack of music in her ears, maybe it was just an eerie feeling that carried over from the thought of everyone going missing, but she was sure someone was tailing her. Turning a corner, then another to ensure it wasn't a coincidence, she spun on her heel, jabbing her pointer finger at the person she was now facing. If she was onto something, this wasn't exactly the smartest way to handle it, but she hoped there were enough people around to notice if someone tried to nab her. "Are you following me? I know karate, buddy, and I have pepper spray!"

[faiirytalcs]

Luis - Shona or Barrett? You can only pick one.

"For what? You gotta be more specific than that 'cause my answer really depends on what the fuck we're talkin' about."

honesty hour ( week ) / @fictionformed @wildcstwinter

[faiirytalcs]

"Definitely straight as long as you..." the blonde mirrored his movement, tilting her head to the left just a little bit and then it was perfect. Laughing softly, she moved back behind the counter, knowing that at the end of the day, it didn't really matter. It was close enough to perfect and the slant made it more human; at least no one could claim he didn't' write it himself. "Yeah, I got it all figured out, don't worry so much." She rolled her eyes, even though she felt a warmth in her chest at the idea that he gave a fuck. It'd been a long time since someone like him had looked out for her wellbeing. "The whole thing? Alright, alright...I'll try." / @fictionformed

"Whaddya' mean a slant? It's straight... right.." Thomas replied, tilting his head to the left and scanning over the writing on the board. He let out a hearty laugh and placed the chalk back into a tinned can. "What would we do without your keen eye, Pacifica?" He asked with a smile. Thomas was grateful for all his employees, especially the ones who worked as hard as Paz. He felt sorry for the kids having to work in a dead-end town like this one. Thomas wished the day would come where all the youngsters could get out of the place and see the world... but today, they needed to be here. "Hey did ya' get yout lunch sorted with the kitchen Make sure you take your full break today please."

[fictionformed]

fictionformed, multimuse blog for > evermorehqs < full muse page with all additional information and links here, thanks!

abby park; Abby from Turning Red

hans westergaard; Hans from Frozen

shona samhain ; Shock from The Nightmare before Christmas.

thomas o'malley ;Thomas from The Aristocats.

zane olson ; Zero from The Nightmare before Christmas.

[jazzykitten]

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The unsettling feeling of anxiety was taking over him. It was a sensation that Berlioz was all too familiar with. Familiar enough that the anxiousness he normally felt was almost comforting, in a sick and twisted way. Berlioz tossed back the rest of his drink before ordering another. His third, as he's already had one before the unwelcomed guest sat beside him at the busy bar. Berli just wanted to bolt out of there and go home at this point, but he felt stuck hence another drink. "When people get to your age they should be dead," Berlioz stated coldly. He felt that way for himself, at least. He couldn't imagine making it to fifty-five, or however old the man was now. "Yeah, interesting. You could say that," he scoffed and shook his head. He glanced back at the older man, his sad, dark eyes slightly hidden by the curtain of hair falling into his face. I'll leave if it makes you feel better. Would it? Or would Berlioz be left with a million questions already left unanswered? "Leaving seems to be something I'm well acquainted with when it comes to people disappearing into thin air," he spat with venom in his tone.

His eyes finally locked onto Thomas', slightly narrowed but still bloodshot with dilated pupils. "Yeah, well, that's what happens when you just up and leave your family. People grow older, clearly you have. It has been over ten years." His voice was bitter, with an underlying bit of hurt laced in it. He wondered how long Thomas had been in Evermore. Was it longer or less than Berlioz and his family had been there? In his mind Thomas had just up and left them one day, never to be seen again. Berlioz hadn't been prepared for the first blow of his father leaving when he was so young, but to have let his guard down and let it happen all over again...he felt like a fool. He wasn't quick to forgive or forget and the damage Thomas caused by abandoning them was one he could not forgive. His drink was set in front of him and he immediately took a long sip through the straw, the burning of the overzealous amount of alcohol welcomed in his throat. The boy takes a breath before exhaling, a few strands of hair blowing from his face only to fall back where they were over his eyes. "I don't know what you're expecting, Thomas, but you're not going to get it from me."

Thomas O'Malley continued from here for @jazzykitten

Thomas nursed his drink as he was hit with the whiplash of truth from the guy, yeah sure, it wasn't really any of his business to be butting in.. but the kid looked so lost. Thomas couldn't help himself from checking in, like he would with any of his employees on a bad day. "Yeah yeah, when you get to my age, 24 feels like 14." Thomas chuckled, but the damage seemed to have already been done and it felt like this guy hated his guts. "Sorry.. I didn't mean to uh invade your space, must be an interesting place to work." Thomas turned to face the guy, in the lighting he didn't look much older than twenty to him, but something in his eyes felt older.. like the kid had lived beyond his years. As the stranger went on, spitting his venom at Thomas he couldn't help but stare. Those tired eyes, there was something so desperately familiar about them, like a memory he couldn't quite place. "Woah woah no one is harassin' anyone--I'll leave if it makes you feel better." Thomas explained, now holding his hands up in defeat. He watched the uncomfortable expression on the boys face, it twigged something distant in his mind. Because it couldn't be.. the real kid he knew could never be here...unless..and if it was, Thomas was already failing him again. Fuck, this was happening. "I almost didn't recognize you, Berlioz."

[shadxwmoonlight]

He wanted to laugh, but no noise came out. Only the corners of his lips tugging upwards in response. It had been true, especially when they first had gotten together. Terrorizing anyone's dreams who had done Shona wrong, even if she just complained about a stranger in passing. He was there in their nightmares the next night weaving chaos. "You know that's a good thing, I don't have to worry about caring around that comedic talent on my shoulders like you do." Oz grinned, eyes never leaving hers as they flickered gently over the softness of her skin and the sharpness of her jaw. wanting to kiss away any thoughts of his past away. "I was mess before you, arguably I still am." He knew she wouldn't laugh, especially after everything they've been through together. "Sometimes I have dreams of a time before you, waking up alone, drunk out of my mind. That feeling when you're stuck in a pit and you feel like you can't even climb yourself out of. I wake up scared one of these day's you'll be gone. That my nightmares are my reality, and you were just my dream." @fictionformed

Shona smiled softy at him, slow blinking to keep her tired eyes from shutting. She was thankful for the cool breeze at her legs keeping her alert enough to stay upright. "What would that be then? Sleep walking... sleep talking? Sleep cursing the people who have wronged me?" she teased, leaning into the gentle caress. Shona took the glass from Oz and had a small sip as he spoke. She didn't understand much about love, she knew loyalty and duty, and some of it was the same. But there was something so vulnerable about offering off a piece of yourself to the person you love-- so intimate to trust a person like that, and her heart ached for Oz & for what they shared. For what they saw in eachother and didn't run from. For what they had been through and what she knew they would get past, together. "I could never laugh at you Oz, you're just not funny." she winked before pressing a kiss to his chest. "No-- I wont laugh. Please tell me, what's on your mind?"

[jazzykitten]

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Berlioz often had a drink after work before he went home to just almost inevitably go out and get trashed. He'd already been clocked out, went into the bathroom to do a line, before going to the bar. He was just drinking a vodka lemonade, minding his own business as he scrolled through his phone when a voice interrupted him. Berlioz couldn't help the anxiety creeping up on him. The voice sounded familiar but so...lost in memory. He looked up from his phone, blowing some face out of his hair, then focused on the man speaking to him. The moment Berlioz saw the man's face he froze. Was it? No, surely not. Though Berlioz would recognize that face anywhere. Did the other recognize him too? Maybe not, by the way he spoke. Berlioz wasn't a kid anymore. He wasn't just a young teen that was troubled. He was a grown adult that made terrible decisions and was much more disturbed than he was troubled. "I'm not a kid," he finally said. "I'm twenty-four years old and I work here. Is it a crime to have a drink after work?" His tone was quiet and cautious. He didn't trust the man before him. Not anymore. Berlioz wanted nothing more than to bolt out of there but his anxiety had him frozen in his seat. He'd barely been unable to form words as it was. His heart was pounding, chest tight as panic began to form. With a slightly shaky hand he lifted his drink and took a sip from the straw. "It should be a crime to be harassed by unwelcome guests though."

@fictionformed

@jazzykitten , moonlight casino

Thomas shuffled into the bustling building and checked in his coat the door, he usually preferred the friendly games that went on all night in the comfort of his apartment over the high-risk, competitiveness of an establishment like Moonlight, but hey he'd try anything once. Ignoring the shady figures in the hallway and flirtatious lounge girls, Thomas took a seat at the bar, plucking up the courage to join a table and inevitably lose all his money. He took a sip of his whiskey taking in the sights around him of drunken fools pissing away their money and shook his head. "A crying shame.." he muttered aloud to the person near him. Thomas surveyed the figure and arched a brow, a kid-- what the fuck was a kid doing in a casino? "Hey -- aren't you a little young to be here drinking that?"

[finestspxcer]

Sitting on a stool at the bar area of the diner, Amelia twirled her spoon around her nearly empty mug of coffee. She tilted her head as Thomas placed the board on the counter next to her, a small smile spreading across her lips. "Magnificent?" she repeated the english translation. Amelia had used that word as she sailed across galaxies. A word she uttered when she witnessed stars in their final moments of life and first breaths of creation. And yet, here she was in a little diner, listening to a friend use that same word to describe toast on eggs for all she knew. Reaching a hand over, she turned the board towards her seat to read its contents. "Looks like abysmal handwriting on a chalkboard if you ask me," she jested, stifling a friendly laugh.

@fictionformed

open to all

location The Jukebox

Thomas whistled out loud, an old tune from the 50's that he still loved to this day despite its age, as he sketched out today's specials on the board. Setting it back on top of the counter Thomas admired his handiwork as he wiped the chalk off of his hand onto a dishcloth, and swung it over his shoulder. "Well I'll be dammed" he mused with a grin. "C'est magnifique, am I right?"