#reallife.start

[rylieegoodrich]

House parties in Dayton had a tendency to...well..spill out of the house. Into front lawns, backyards, neighbors yards, the stoop of local businesses. In specific this evening, the party guests had spilled over into the patio seating of a pizza place. "Oh shit, wait," Ryliee called out, voice slightly slurred from the combo of beer and bud as she squinted at the figure in the darkness that had been moving to sit in the chair beside her. "Not that I'm a Karen trying to save seats or shit...but a girl got sick and threw up in that chair like 5 minutes ago. And your outfit is way too fucking fire to be ruined tonight."

[xrenegadesx]

where: the car garage status: open

He couldn’t have picked a more exhausting front for his real income. Sure working on cars was something he was good at. Almost as good as pushing pills, but the physical labor often made him reconsider his choice. “Alright”, he said approaching the other. “I got some bad news, and more bad news. What do you want first?”

[charliencblezada]

open starter ! location: outside of dance again time: 2am

after a full night of pole dancing, stripping, and whatever she was paid for, she was finally able to go home. bag on her shoulder, heels clicking the floor, charlie already had their keys at hand walking towards her car. however, the nights weren’t always safe in the area at this time. so of course, they were quick in their steps. but not quick enough. feeling someone grab a hold of their arm and yank them back. “what the fuck!?” head whipping to see one of the sleeze bags that she begrudgingly gave a dance to not too long ago. already grabbing their pepper spray and not hesitating to aim it at their eyes. pressing down as the insides of the can attacked his face. watching him let go and scream. pretty sure catching the attention of anyone passing by.

[brainyfcye]

Faye kneeled in front of the shelf, a book open in her hands, as she perused the words to see if the story would call to her. It usually did. It always did. Faye had yet to meet a book she disliked which was saying something as she’d read books that others would have tossed after the first chapter but there was something about the fact that there was a story from someone else’s creation printed on the page in front of her, someone else’s thought imprinted forever in a novel, that kept Faye from ever disliking a book. She saw the shoes, heard the scuffle next to her, and peeked up to the side. Her hair blocked some of her face which felt too apropro to her being the resident ‘shy girl’ in Dayton. She had heard herself nicknamed the Ghost and this moment didn’t help her case. So, being bold, she spoke. “Sorry. Did you want to see? A great selection down here. I-I recommend that one there.” Faye pointed at a recent read before standing tall to face the person.  

[rvbychoi]

location: at a club starter: open

ruby shopped for the cutest outfit and believed it was a crime to not even wear it out and show if off. how could she not? obviously feeling herself, she remained in the center of the dance floor as she danced the night away. hair flipping and body twirling around to the beat. after awhile, she found herself moving towards the bar and ordering herself a drink before looking over at the other, “you look bored. or is that just your resting face?”

[chandlerdavis]

“And here’s the thing though technically we could do it.” Chandler was sitting on the same bar stool she did every time coming to this specific establishment. She had a theory that every time she sat there she could spend the least amount of money while getting black out and that it had nothing to do with her v-neck crop top. She normally chilled and bothered the bartenders and other patrons with various conspiracy theories or ideas of how she could take over some big corporation. Tonight she was talking about aliens and how the people could break down the gates of area 51 and find all the secrets. “If we get enough people we could build tanks out of buses dude. Just bust straight through the fence, man.” It was clear by the eye rolling that the bartender had grown tired of her rambling. She lightly tapped the shoulder of the person next to her, “hey, what do you think?”

[aaronhart93-archive]

Aaron sat by the window of the his new favorite coffee shop, Sunset Cafe. It couldn’t really beat his favorite coffee shop in Brooklyn, but for a small town he really loved it. He wrapped his hands around his coffee mug and looked across the table at his daughter making a complete mess of her face with the chocolate-chip cookie he had bought her. “Well now I’m going to have to take you home sooner than later,” he joked, as he took a napkin to his kid’s face. He shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip of the hot coffee. Aaron felt that his family needed some space from the big city. His daughter was only 5 and she had rarely ever been out of the city. This was a good chance for her to spend more time with his family in this town, and try new things. He wanted his daughter to experience as many people and places as possible. Aaron looked across the table at his mini-me. He smiled with pride. He suddenly felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He jumped with surprise and accidentally hit the coffee mug, sending it to the floor and spilling coffee all over the shoe of the person at the table next to him. “Oh I’m so sorry!” he blurted out. “I will buy you a new pair of shoes. And I’ll make sure they’re designer.”

[bitchinrory]

“I think this is my best batch yet. And, yes, this time I did skip the rat poison.” Rory stated all too bluntly as she bit into one of the cupcakes she’d made. It was a new recipe and one she wasn’t too sure she was keen on. Most of the time she received a recipe and hated it until she’d made it her own and now was no different. As for the rat poison... well, that would just remain her little secret for now. There was a sick sort of pleasure in being dressed up as the sweet little rich girl and knowing she could full well kick someones ass if she needed to. She was like Hannah Montana but with more edge. A lot more edge. “You wanna try? I’ve got a dozen of them but there’s no way I’ll be able to eat them all. I’m just trying to work out the recipe. And you know they’re safe cuz I just ate one.” She smirked, “Unless I’ve worked up a tolerance to the death causing drug inside of it. That’s up to you to gamble.” 

[wtf-eden]

Eden forgot what moving entailed, as she sat on the back end of her U-Haul truck, a slice of pizza hanging from her lips. She had been carrying boxes into her new home for the last hour, and she was beat. Moving in the past had been a breeze, she knew people in her old town who could help her, here, she was new. She didn’t know a single person to ask to help. In her U-Haul truck still sat her couch and bed, and a few larger furniture pieces, as she knew she wouldn’t be able to carry them herself. She could easily call a moving service and hire a couple movers, but she’d rather not spend the money on that when she knew it would be far easier to get cheaper prices. 

Eden jumped off the back of the truck when she heard the sound of someone walking by, she turned the corner to look at the person, pizza still in hand, “Hey boo, mind giving me a hand?” Most people would probably think it was weird of her to ask a stranger for help, and it probably was, but she’d get the services for practically nothing like this. “I’ll pay you in pizza, and a beer.”

[letsgetblaised]

He knows what he looks like.  He’s the kind of guy who walks through a crowd and attracts the stares of the people around him, either because he’s towering over them or because he looks like saying the wrong thing to him could make them end up in the hospital.  Even now, as Blaise walked out of Build-A-Bear with one of those giant cardboard carriers that announced to the world that he’d just spent way too much money on something that would probably hold a kid’s interest for less than a week, he looked like he was on the verge of starting shit with anybody who deigned to look at him the wrong way.

In actuality, yeah, he’s not the greatest person in the world or anything, but his thoughts are preoccupied with figuring out how to wrap the stupid bear he’d just bought in order to ship it across the country.  He’d just settled in Dayton and unlike his former home in Portland, he didn’t have nice old ladies in the apartment across the hall offering to help him with the normal stuff he didn’t bother with.  He didn’t know any of his neighbors here yet, and while he was generally happy about that, it also meant he was kind of fucked and his daughter was going to end up getting a stuffed animal shoved into a mailer for her birthday. 

After a quick stop in a drugstore to grab three rolls of Frozen themed wrapping paper (just in case he ended up having to actually try to do it himself), he was so deep in his thoughts and the text he was sending to his baby mama that he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and definitely walked straight into someone with enough force to actually knock them over and snap him out of his thoughts.

“Shit... fuck... you okay?” he asked the stranger.

[themonroeoliveira]

of all the fucking days. monroe thinks to herself the moment she realized that no matter now many kicks, her bike won’t start because...well, there’s something wrong with it. she gets back inside her place to grab her toolbox. “fucking starter motor,” she groans, putting the kit down and taking off her jacket and tying the sleeves around her waist. she kneels down to first check on the battery. it’s been just weeks when she had it changed, now what’s wrong with it now? she checks the other parts again, starter....solenoid, well, the wiring’s been cut. “motherf-,” she was stopped by someone who tapped on her shoulder. “what now?”

[alison-haynes]

Everything in Alison’s life had change in the past few months. Sure -- it was of her own doing, she was the one who said she wanted to step back from music. She was the one who said she wanted to spend more time with her daughter -- and she did. She surely was ready for a break. Her life had been so busy in the last few years, she felt as though she was missing out on all her daughters milestones. But moving to Dayton might not have been the best choice, though it was hard to tell after only two weeks.  She pulled open the door to The Church, not really sure what she was looking for out of it. She wasn’t a huge drinker, but she figured it was Saturday night and she had spent the last two weeks in her house, it was time to explore what this town had to offer. She slid into a seat at the bar, turning to the person beside her, “What do you recommend for someone who doesn’t typically drink?” She asked, her eyes darting back to the drink menu laying on the bar top. “Also -- does this place have anything good to eat?” 

[bethanyrob-archive]

Beth had spent a long day unpacking her few belongings in her new, tiny studio apartment. She had spent little time exploring her new home, and all of her time at the hospital or unpacking her things. The blonde loved the location of her apartment. It was right near The Grind which quickly became her new favorite coffee shop. She was excited to finally be able to take a break and head out for a run. What she really needed to find was a gym. She hadn’t gone this long without a gym membership in a while and running just didn’t hit the same as lifting weights. Tying her shoelaces, she headed down the stairs of her apartment building and set her FitBit to “Run”. She took a deep breath as she opened the door before starting into a light jog. She would do this for 2 miles before finding herself in a part of time she was unfamiliar with. She stopped in her tracks before looking around her to try to find anything that looked vaguely familiar. She sighed, knowing that she got too lost in her music that she wasn’t keeping track of where she was going. She pulled out her phone. 1%. Fuck. Looking around her, she tried to find someone who could help her. “Excuse me, can you help me? I’m new here and kind of lost.” she said, with a small frown. 

[brainyfcye]

“what? isn’t this what makes you cool around here?” faye said around the unlit cigarette resting between her lips. she was careful not to bite down, afraid what substance might leak its way into her mouth. even after having a relationship with someone who used to smoke about a pack a day, faye didn’t have the balls to try any sort of addictive substance. it wasn’t that she frowned upon them. no. it’s just that she didn’t trust herself. she was so wound up and in control that one small taste of freedom might just do her in. “what’d the one kid say? ‘its a metaphor’. i honestly hated that book. there’s far better young adult novels to break a kids heart out there. but... here we are. youth literature only being put on screen if it involves some sort of tragic death.” she smiled slightly, trying to show that she was fooling around. honestly, she had no idea where this was going but evie said that she needed friends. this... well, this was her shitty way of trying to make friends.

[krismusings]

     “Shit, I don’t even know what I’m saying.” Ro slapped a hand to his face, laughing way more than anyone probably should over something so stupid. “I feel so fucking rude, I’m sorry - what were you talking about before I started rambling off whatever random fucking thought popped into m’head. “I’m listening now, I swear.”

[lxcyhcwxrd]

Lucy had decided that she was going to go for a walk, after a long day of.. well, nothing. Since the girl had retired her career from singing after spending the last five years of back to back tours, four albums, and any sparing moment she had being pulled into radio shows, or talk shows. She hasn’t given herself a minute to breathe, especially after leaving New York. Luce decided in the middle of her last tour that she was tired. She decided that once the tour was over, she was done. For good. It wasn’t that she didn’t love singing, because she did, but that was all too much. The girl missed her friends, and missed having a moment to think. So here she was, walking down the sidewalk, downtown, trying to figure out just exactly where she was. She read a couple street signs, but none of them seemed even remotely familiar to her. The girl was lost, and with a dead phone. Today just wasn’t going right, so she found someone, tapping them on the shoulder. “Excuse me, but could you help me? I’m trying to find my way to Take the Cake?”