#sinclair:start

[ardenatwood-blog]

arden: do you know anyone with a 12 foot ladder

arden: one that's long enough to reach that big telephone wire that goes across campus

arden: asking for a friend

[monajenssen-blog]

     mona had been taking a late night study break at the local coffee shop, a favorite past time of hers was always listening to the white noise of the coffee shop. it was always her favorite white noise and would often find herself listening to it when she was studying. as she drank her hot chocolate she noticed a familiar person and couldn’t help but not say hi to the other, “hey ! what are you doing here ?”

[evaortcga-blog]

📲: open

lorena: elon musk said they had to shut down two bots bc they made up their own secret code to communicate w/ each other

lorena: it's only a matter of time until we start being picked off and replaced by sex robots

[joannahassan-blog]

joanna’s note book was opened on her lap as she sat in the outdoor seating of the coffee shop. an iced coffee on the table in front of her, her phone the only thing with it on the empty table surrounded by empty seats around her. she always preferred to be alone, especially when doing what she was doing. her note book was covered in writing and sketches, her two art forms floating around the pages showing her innermost thoughts. poetry scribbled down, and sketches dancing around the words. pages were loose, drawings and poetry that she had ripped out to turn in for class, then forced back in once she got it back. a single movement and it would fly away, and even if she stayed still the breeze forced the pages out of the book, flying through the air until the hit the ground. she grunted with annoyance, bending down to pick up the papers and trying to stop them from going anywhere else. “fuck.” she mumbled to herself, showing her irritation.

[isla-stuart]

isla ✉ open

isla: noooo you should come out with me, babe.

isla: forget what you have to do tonight

isla: i can make it worth your while 😉 😘

[graycooper-blog]

okaY so i’m really not great at all at open starters so like this for a personalised starter?? if we haven’t plotted yet i can do smth general or i’ll come to u for plots before i post urs

[fvckmax-thomas-blog]

Per usual, Max was full of boundless energy. He was bouncing his leg and tapping on his notebook as he tried to study lines. This boy was known to be a tapper and usually was hated by most of his classmates. Though, having his own little drum session as he studied something helped him focus. A quiet remnant of a tune escaped his lips as he began to allow the song stuck in his head escape him. Perceptive as he was, he knew eyes were on him. “Come to enjoy the show?” the boy asked, never looking up from his paper. “You better have bought a ticket.”

[ameliasmh-blog]

Amelia had done some of her best studying in the old halls of the Sinclair library. It was the only place where she could go for absolute silence, save the turning of pages and the sound of pencil scratching the paper, arguably her two favourite sounds in the world. Tonight, however, as the big hand on the clock was nearing four in the morning and them library has almost been emptied completely, Amelia actually was not studying, but was hunched over her laptop, binge watching Avatar the last Airbender. She was just starting a new episode, the words “everything changed with the fire nation attacked” humming in her ears, when she heard someone shifting behind her. In a blaze of panic she slammed the laptop shut. She cringed. This looked bad. She turned around, facing the person behind her, trying to get words out of her stuttering mouth. “I- I swear I wasn’t watching porn,” she said for some reason, then immediately tried to bite her tongue out of her mouth to save her from no doubt further embarrassment.

[fckleighton]

“aw c’mon all i asked was for one selfie with me!! are you really that embarrassed to be seen with me? whatever, i’ll just take a beautiful pic of myself then.” 

[beatrix-sterling]

Of all the times, of all the places, Beatrix wondered why this had to happen now. The brunette excused herself from the group that she had been engulfed by, trying her best to rush to the nearest bathroom. When she closed the door, her blue eyes met themselves in the rusty old mirror. Her head felt as if it was in a vice. The music seemed to be the force that kept her heart pumping. Her body felt as if every limb was in that sate of asleep where you may have awareness but you couldn’t move a muscle. A hue of red flashed before her eyes. She looked herself dead on in the mirror, noticing a line of blood trickling down her nose. “Fuck.” she hissed, running the water from the grimy old sink. Her shaking hands grabbed for paper towel. 

The loud echoing sound of a hard knock at the bathroom door caused her to jump slightly, banging her arm against the wall. “Someone’s in here. Fucking hold your horses!” the brunette yelled, her accent thick as she yelled. ‘Get it together’ she thought. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself at this party. She was the representative of the outcasts for gods sake.  Another sharp knock caused Bea’s head to pound. “Unless you’re going to piss this very moment, you can chill the fuck out!”

[ardenatwood-blog]

“Watched the parent trap this morning for the first time in like, ten years. It was as amazing as I remembered, plus, I discovered that their dad is actually a babe. I swear he wasn’t that hot when I was a kid. Do you remember him being that hot?”

[evaortcga-blog]

The bottle in her hand was running empty, Eva sat crouched down half hidden between a wall and an arm chair and each time the male would walk by calling out her name she’d take a drink. She was on the verge of dozing off, cramped up from waiting, when she saw the familiar face. “Oh thank god─I need rescued. There’s a guy on the other side of the room, tall, blonde, looks like a rejected one direction member. If he finds me you’re going to see my face plastered on milk cartons. Set me free.”

[joannahassan-blog]

joanna had been to every darty since she got there, and she was always the same at them, sticking to the wall with a drink in her hand, or smoking weed in a circle but never talking. she enjoyed parties, even if she never actually talked to anyone or participated in the idiotic party games, she enjoyed getting drunk and watching others. it gave her inspiration for writing or art, all the while making fun of them for what she considered to be beyond idiotic. it was the same here, she had a drink in a red solo cup and a cigarette in the other hand as she people watched. looking for a match to light up the cigarette she realized she had forgotten it, cursing herself before turning to the person closer to her. “you got a light?”

[fvckmax-thomas-blog]

Parties usually meant early drinking for Max. He wasn’t the most ‘party’-centric person in his sober light, but as soon as the alcohol hit him, he couldn’t help but become the life of the party. His tall frame was draped in his usual leather jacket with his dark eyes hidden by even darker shades. Max had remember his brothers saying something along the lines of ‘you dress like a theatre kid.’ and he never knew what that meant, but his outfit tonight opened his eyes to the comment. 

The boy stayed to himself for the first few moments of the party. His hand grasped a brown bottle, taking sips from it periodically. Suddenly, he felt someone bump into the back of him, sending beer down his shirt. “Nice going, Ace.” Max said to whoever had made that move. “First day with the new legs?”