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Hair Envy ➝ Kara Danvers

xavierwynne:

Xavier smiled slightly, feeling slightly awkward. Despite knowing he was attractive, the male always found it difficult to respond, never knowing the right sort of response for a question like that. “Well, thank you..I wasn’t expecting to see someone else this early.”

“If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were just blushing. That’s adorable.” Briar snickered as the rolled out her beach towel. Plopping down in the sand, she tucked her knees under herself as she began putting her hair into a bun and looked up at him. “ Nor was I, doll, but I guess there’s always one, ain’t there? I figured I’d come out and take in the sea air before the day finds me breathing in car fumes and the grease from various fast food places. But don’t you mind me -- quiet as a church mouse I am!” She smiled.

#xavierwynne

nora-white:

Nora flinched when the stranger entered the room, unsure of what to expect. She watched as she walked over, eyes falling on the mugs of coffee in hand, the smell hitting her faster than the sight of them. Setting the sick bucket to the side, Nora looked back up at the woman and nodded her head as a confirmation, “Yeah, name’s Nora.” She revealed, “No - that’s fine I guess, um - thank you… For letting me crash here and the coffee.” She said, running a hand through the front of her before picking up the one that had been set on the side and took a sip, the coffee was certainly needed. “I’m sorry, i didn’t catch your name?”

“Eh, don’t mention it.” Taking strangers home wasn’t something she made a habit of, but Nora seemed small and innocent enough that Briar didn’t think she needed to worry. “We’ve all been there. Briar. Phillips. Hair - blonde, eyes-blue, D.O.B. May 12th, 1993.” She laughed. “Since I know a bit about you I might as well share.” She settled into the arm chair nearby and snuggled up with her coffee, sipping from the steamy mug with a content sigh. “It seems like you had a fun night. If you need a shower you can use mine, since I imagine you’d want to freshen up before you hop in an Uber rather than do a walk of shame from my apartment. Though I imagine the later neighbors think I’m far more interesting than they currently think I am.”

#norawhite

icyelsabriggs:

“Hun?’ Elsa asked as she looked at the offered hand. “I’m not your child nor are you a grandma. You don’t know me so you don’t know my fucking limit so keep your advice to yourself Grandma McGee.” Elsa hissed at the stranger who had offered help. Had it been help and only help then Elsa may have been kind with the few beers she had consumed. But the woman had lectured her instead. “What happened with women helping other fucking women?” She grumbled to herself as she pulled herself up herself.

“Wooooooow,.” Blue eyes went wide behind her glasses as she retracted her hand in shock. The blonder of the pair clearly had an attitude that Briar really wanted to brush off as her being too deep in the drink, but she also wasn’t going to trade insulted with a drunk woman either. “And here I thought me helping your drunk ass off the ground and trying to make sure no one slipped anything in your drink while you weren’t paying attention was helping another woman. You have fun being a bitch then.” Briar rolled her eyes as she turned her back to the woman and moved to the other end of the bar.

#icyelsabriggs #omg *backs away slowly*

jamiewhitexoxo:

Jamie had been in Eureka for barely two days and already she was missing Sydney. She was still incredibly jet lagged and couldn’t wait to get over all of that. “So..What’s fun to do around here? I’m bored already and I got here five minutes ago.”

“Traditionally, all the things there are to do in any other town.” Briar noted as she replied to the brunette. “Movies, bowling alley’s pubs and the like -- arcades, pool halls, bars, bars, bars...” She sighed. It was all so monotonous at times. “ The beach is an option ; or a pool if you have it, which is a less crowded option. The library is a good option if you’re a reader. Honestly, It’s pretty much your standard issue township with a small theatre for those of us who have a more dramatic flair. And various types of fitness classes.” She shrugged.

#jamiewhitexoxo

icyelsabriggs:

Elsa hadn’t exactly wanted to go out celebrating her 27th birthday and she may have been dragged into the bar after being intercepted at work. Elsa was planning on buying a personal slice of cake and watching Netflix. Just relaxing in bed in some sweats since she hardly got to do that but rather than that the blond was now a few drinks in and feeling pretty good. Not drunk enough to not be in control or forget how much she’d rather be in bed but the giggly drunk state she’d get into after a few cocktails rather than the cold beers she’d normally want to be drinking. “Oh fuck,” Elsa cursed as he elbow missed the edge of the bar and she fell into the lean.

The “gang” as it were - a merry band of misfits with whom she took improve classes with - were fixated on going out for drinks and socialization after class, to which Briar couldn’t find any reason to say no to. The table was littered with beer and wine glasses and frankly a little bit sticky from it, but it wasn’t bothering her as much since there were jokes and great conversation to be had. Still, as the place filled up, the server came around less and less, prompting her to make a bar run for herself when he wine glass was empty. Wallet in hand, eyes of the surrounding men were on a pretty blonde who seemed to stagger a bit as she made her own way to the bar. Briar was in close enough proximity to gasp and reach to help when the blonde lost her balance, holding in a small snicker even though it was a little funny to see. “You okay there, hun? Maybe you should take a break and get a water?”

#icyelsabriggs

hazel--williams:

Hazel couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts were neither constructive nor welcome. Sleep eluded her. Weighing up her options, Hazel knew that she could either continue to stare at the ceiling until the sun peeked over the horizon, or find something more constructive to do with her new-found free time. The moon bathed the streets grounds in a light glow as Hazel silently crept down the stairs. She slipped into her boots and a warm jacket, making her way out onto the street. Tapping her heels, Hazel opted to wander along the well-lit road to the 24-hour diner.

If she couldn’t sleep, she might as well settle for pie.The bell tinkled overhead as she pushed open the thick glass door. The place was dimly lit and mostly empty. Hazel was about to slide into a booth when someone in the back caught her eye. In the corner of the café sat a familiar face buried in a menu. Hazel blinked twice, incredulous. Grinning, she raised her voice and stepped toward the person. “Of all the cafes in all the world. I walk into this one.”

“Of all the gin joints.” Briar smiled. The was a book of Shakespeare monologues in her hand and a black coffee getting cold in front of her that she’s barely touched. She too, was having a restless night that brought her out of her apartment to be among the other vampires. It wasn’t uncommon for her to be up this late, of course, when working and traveling had her time zones messed up, but she didn’t mind it. With her free hand she gestured to the empty seat across from herself for Hazel to sit as she placed a marker in her book and closed it respectfully. “What brings you out, doll? I had hoped that someone I knew had some semblance of normalcy when the night came.” She laughed softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she finally reached for her abandoned coffee to find that it was at an undesirable temperature. She grimaced.

“Oh God,” The thought suddenly crossing her mind as a habit of dramatically assuming the worst when something didn’t happen in it’s usual pattern.” Noting wrong, is there?” Her hand on her chest to visually express her concern. “I hope it’s just a casual bout of insomnia and not something terminal or that you aren’t meeting a loan shark here. Though I suppose if that were the case you wouldn’t be smiling and I hope you wouldn’t bring any unsavory character to come to know my face as an associate should they need someone to send a message.” She laughed.

#hazelwilliams

sebgrosvenor:

“From personal experience, I can now tell you that after 32 hours without sleep coffee will not help you anymore, you might as well be drinking water. Unless, of course, you drink like four cans of Monster Energy every twenty minutes but I doubt that’ll work either, to be honest. It’s what you get though when you’re company’s based in England and you get timings for sleep wrong”

“Personal experience that surprisingly didn’t land you in a hospital. I’m against drinking any energy drink even if someone has a test to cram for because it’s just horrible for you, but I have to say that I honestly think a glass of water is a good idea for you right now. Maybe that and a sensory deprivation chamber since I fear that after all this time if you tried to take sleeping pills you might actually just die. Though I can’t really see how you wont fall into a coma-like sleep for an entire day as soon as your head hits the pillow.”

#sebgrosvenor

nora-white:

The glare from the sun seeping pass the curtains was what caused her first stir. Nora groaned, turning over as if to try and get away from the sun but the horrid headache that insisted on keeping her awake. What had happened last night? She had probably over done it with the painkillers, the euphoria that passed her made her feel free and - given the amount of alcohol that she had consumed at her office, the night became a total blur. Did she… Go out? To a club of sorts? No… Did she? Nothing was coherent after 9pm. As a hot flush passed over her being, her mouth felt as though it was filling with saliva when - oh god, I’m gonna be sick. She rolled over grabbed the bucket that had been placed beside her and puked her guts up, retching the booze that had infected her blood stream. When she was done, Nora groaned, wiped her mouth as she leaned back, closing her eyes as she attempted to catch her breath. But something else occurred to her… Eyes flickered opened, the woman frowned at her surroundings… What the fuck? “This isn’t my suite…” She croaked in confusion.

When she heard the sounds of streams of sick being spewed into the can she’d placed by the couch, Nurse Briar knew that it was time to get to work. She saved the work on her laptop and pushed herself to stand, grabbing her empty coffee mug to refill when she went to the kitchen. Now nursing two mugs of fresh hot coffee, she headed to the living room and caught the groggily choked out words from the brunette. “No, dear, it most certainly is not.” She smiled chipperly. Briar was by no means a lush, but she’d had her fair share of nights where she woke up without remembering a damn thing and wasn’t going to judge the stranger for her adventure. “Nora, right? “ She asked to confirm as she set down on of the mugs and cupped her own with both hands.”I hope you don’t mind that I looked at your I.D. but I wanted to be aware of who was in my house. That and I’m a little bit nosy.” She admitted.

#norawhite

xavierwynne:

Xavier had been in surfing since the early hours of the morning. Whenever he needed to think, he tended to go in the water. Leaving at six in the morning meant he got a few interrupted hours before less experienced boarders went in. As soon as the beach started to fill up, the man left and got his wetsuit off, wrapping a towel round him. Seeing how close he lived to the beach, he didn’t see the point of changing until he’d had a nice warm shower. Looking up, he saw someone looking straight at him. “Can I help you with something?”

It was one of those mornings where Briar was clearly not going to be able to sleep in to twelve like she wished, so the Illinois native decided to take advantage of the warm California weather and take an early trip to the beach. She would be a hipster and have a green smoothie followed by yoga by the waves and then have a salad that would allow her to make excuses when she chugged wine and ate cake for dinner. Still, the day seemed to be better than she thought when she made eye-to-abs contact with what seemed to be another beach body. “Oh nothing, just enjoying the view.” She smiled cheekily as she tucked her beach towel under her arm.

#xavierwynne

isntshepeculiar:

“I will never understand the logic behind that show and the ending…”

“The more I think about it the more I think that’s kind what they were going for. But .. I mean it was a little too ambiguous? Sometimes a happy ending still leaves you with...questions.”

#convo #isntshepeculiar

caydenism:

“What show are you watching?” Genuine curiosity now warred with confusion.

“Um, it’s this old show called LOST. It’s kinda confusing but it’s also really really good. I’m...kind of obsessed with it lately.”

#convo #caydenism

owensamuels:

“No, I think I should give it more of a chance.”

Winnie held in a chuckle. He seemed more reluctant that anything, which was a trait she only ever saw in herself. “You really don’t seem like you want to. It’s not like anyone would force you or anything if you didn’t. “

#convo #owensamuels #he seems more awkward than she is haha

linneaunderwood:

“Black, white, tan, brown…” Linnea lists, shrugging slightly. “Black is always good.” She points out, moving towards the sale rack. “We can start here and see if you can find anything cheaper first..what size are you?” The redhead asks as she looks back at Winnie, lips pursing slightly. “Okay, flats or a small heel. I can work with that. We’ll find you something, don’t worry.”

“Right...” Winnie nodded as though she understood when she actually didn’t. Still, she smiled a little at the word ‘cheaper’. Winnie was trying her hardest to save money, and spending her salary on shoes she’d wear once wasn’t worth looking good for a night to her. “Size? Oh...um... Seven, I think?” Winnie chewed her lip, unsure as she hadn’t gotten herself new shoes in a while. “Is that like...freakishly huge?” She asked nervously. “I-I don’t shop for shoes often so.. I don’t know if that’s like...right....”

#convo #linneaunderwood

sms: annabelle

Annabelle: Hm.

Annabelle: I suppose that would depend on whether or not you want to go to the sexy aisle and bring home a bottle of massage oil? If not... I suppose lotion could work. But pick something with a nice scent - fruity or relaxing.

Winnie: Wait

Winnie: What?

Winnie: That isn't an aisle

Winnie: You know I meant the grocery store, right?

Winnie: I meant like if you wanted Cheerios or something...

#texts #annabellecsloane

#sleepless: ooc

casshoward

#woke up like this

#{ starlight rust and pixie dust | Winnie }

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