quiescent.

A couple rebel Top Gun pilots, flying with nowhere to be. Don't know you super well, but I think that you might be the same as me. Behave abnormally?!

[pxiik-blog]

❛ Uh… look, it’s the last jug. You can take it. ❜ Pik offered — a bashful smile teasing his features as the thought this encounter was some kind of slap on the hand for even thinking of picking up SunnyD when Nya specifically told him to get milk. ❛ I wasn’t s’posed to get this stuff anyway. ❜

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa smiled kindly at the taller boy, happily accepting the bottle of SunnyD since she was somewhat addicted to the sugary drink. She tilts her head to the side, amused by his bashful expression since it was fairly rare for her to meet a person just as timid as herself. “We could share it? I’ve heard somewhere that sharing is caring”, she grins.

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa felt the soft material of her long floral dress brush against her ankles as she clumsily stumbled into her cluttered little apartment with two shopping bags in her arms, both filled to the brim with new materials for her art. The way she’d paint canvas after canvas, run all her best pens dry and use up all the clay in sight, it came as no surprise that she already needed new supplies after her last trip to the store. She set the h e a v y bags down on the black couch, an exhausted sigh slipping past her plump lips before her dimunitive hands went from gently straightening out the soft maroon hijab on her head to patting the pockets on her beige coat in an attempt to locate her missing keys. “Oh no.. No, no, no!”, Marwa gasps and immediately rushes back outside, her lips pursed in a disappointed pout as she thoroughly scanned the floors of the currently pervaded hallways of the cozy lunar grove apartment building. “Where are they?”, she mumbled as she mentally cursed herself for being so damn forgetful. How did someone lose the exact same keys they’d just used to start their scooter?!

[pxiik-blog]

Pik was taking a casual afternoon stroll around town when a small, shiny item caught his eye… or rather, two items. Attention first went to the metallic assortment lying on the walkway leading to an apartment building. Looked to be a set of keys. He approached the items curiously, leaned to pick them up, and furrowed his brows upon getting a closer look at the other item — a small tube of acrylic paint. Weird. Dark browns swept up to look around ; a cock of his brow when it appeared no one was nearby. ❛ Hello? ❜

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa felt like she was seconds away from a full-on panic attack when she rounded the corner and walked outside, her eyes brimming with tears. She found herself pacing the parking lot in front of the apartment building before giving up and dejectedly sitting in the grass. She was just about to start wailing when she set her big brown eyes on a slender, dark-haired boy. She narrowed her eyes, spotting the keys in his hand and rushed over. “You found them!”, the angel beams at the stranger.

[adamforaday-blog]

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Marwa felt the soft material of her long floral dress brush against her ankles as she clumsily stumbled into her cluttered little apartment with two shopping bags in her arms, both filled to the brim with new materials for her art. The way she’d paint canvas after canvas, run all her best pens dry and use up all the clay in sight, it came as no surprise that she already needed new supplies after her last trip to the store. She set the h e a v y bags down on the black couch, an exhausted sigh slipping past her plump lips before her dimunitive hands went from gently straightening out the soft maroon hijab on her head to patting the pockets on her beige coat in an attempt to locate her missing keys. “Oh no.. No, no, no!”, Marwa gasps and immediately rushes back outside, her lips pursed in a disappointed pout as she thoroughly scanned the floors of the currently pervaded hallways of the cozy lunar grove apartment building. “Where are they?”, she mumbled as she mentally cursed herself for being so damn forgetful. How did someone lose the exact same keys they’d just used to start their scooter?!

Honestly, this building was way nicer than anything Adam had expected to live in. Even if his apartment was relatively small, he was far away from his hometown and wasn’t living in his car anymore, so things were looking up. Adam was just locking the door to his apartment to head over to the park to film when he saw someone rush out of their apartment, frantically searching the hallways. “Lose something?” He walked towards the person, his hands jammed into his pockets.

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa barely even registered the boy’s presence for a good minute or so, her eyes trained on the floor. Only when she senses a pair of eyes drilling into the back of her head does she finally lift her gaze and meet the curious eyes of a total stranger. “Um... apparently my mind since I’m stupid enough to leave my keys around”, she sighs frustratedly.

[declensicns-blog]

Sometimes I log onto this blog and get really surprised that my awkward ass actually applied to a pretty big town rp! I just think it’s so cool to see so many great writers in one place. Am I gonna message you? Probably not, I’m too shy but I still appreciate your starters and stuff!!

[delirixms-deactivated20210130]

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“Ow!”, Marwa whimpered when a chair slid right on top of her left foot, her face scrunching up as pain flooded her system. She jutted her bottom lip out in a pout when the haunting sensation finally subsided just about to scold the inconsiderate stranger for not being more careful when she noticed the exhaustion written all over her pretty face. Marwa’s annoyance immediately drowned in a sea of worry, the angel unable to shut off her motherly nature. “Are you alright? You look so tired. You should sleep”, she simply says, her words laced with g e n u i n e care for the poor girl. 

the instant concern from the other person had not been what eden was expecting. how shit did she look for people to be so worried? note to self: get a better under eye bags concealer. “gotta meet a work deadline,” eden shrugged, awkward and unsure of how to handle the comments. it was written across her face. “sorry about your foot. will you ever tap dance again?” she tried to divert the conversation away from herself.

[declensicns-blog]

“And your boss is trying to kill you?”, she asks, very puzzled by her response. A deadline wasn’t really worth much if your body shut down before it was even met. “I’m pretty sure human beings need sleep to survive”, she shrugs, stating a fact about the human form that really intrigued her otherworldly mind. “And yeah, I think I’ll survive. My body is pretty damn resilient”, she smiles.

[delirixms-deactivated20210130]

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Marwa lifted her gaze from the floor and instead glanced at the girl in front of her, furrowing her brows as she tried to process her question. “Huh? I have no one to lose, socialising scares me”, she simply replies and continues looking for her missing keys. “I-I think I just dropped the keys to my scooter somewhere and I’m not sure w h e r e to look”, she adds, sighing as she leans against the wall. 

socialising scares me. eden was impressed with the brutal honesty. it scared her too, though maybe for different reasons. “did you check you didn’t leave them in your scooter?” eden suggested, holding her front door open with her foot. “or maybe you had a bag they dropped in to?”

[declensicns-blog]

Her brows knitted in concentration as she retraced her steps in her mind, quick to rush towards the exit when she realised that she could very well have left the keys in the ignition. “Oh god no!”, she whimpers, silently praying for her scooter to be in its usual spot. She gasps when she sees some random guy getting on it, her blood boiling at this point. “Hey, that’s mine!”, she huffs, too nervous to go up and confront him face to face.

[lolabunx]

“i think we should just have one of those..” she thought for a minute trying to place the word that was on the tip of her tongue. her eyes brightened as it came to her. “high tea parties!” she exclaimed with excitement. “you know, the ones with the delicious desserts?”

[declensicns-blog]

The angel stared back at the blonde with confusion evident in her dark irises, her brows raised as she considered her suggestion for a moment. “A what? It’s that something people do here in America?”, she asked, certain that the inhabitants of this country l o v e d a good dessert, but not so sure they regularly drank tea.

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa felt the soft material of her long floral dress brush against her ankles as she clumsily stumbled into her cluttered little apartment with two shopping bags in her arms, both filled to the brim with new materials for her art. The way she’d paint canvas after canvas, run all her best pens dry and use up all the clay in sight, it came as no surprise that she already needed new supplies after her last trip to the store. She set the h e a v y bags down on the black couch, an exhausted sigh slipping past her plump lips before her dimunitive hands went from gently straightening out the soft maroon hijab on her head to patting the pockets on her beige coat in an attempt to locate her missing keys. “Oh no.. No, no, no!”, Marwa gasps and immediately rushes back outside, her lips pursed in a disappointed pout as she thoroughly scanned the floors of the currently pervaded hallways of the cozy lunar grove apartment building. “Where are they?”, she mumbled as she mentally cursed herself for being so damn forgetful. How did someone lose the exact same keys they’d just used to start their scooter?!

[delirixms-deactivated20210130]

eden’s laptop was tucked haphazardly under her arm as she wriggled her keys between her fingers in hopes they would get in to the right alignment and let her in to her apartment. no such luck. with the most careful of crouches, eden placed the coffee she’d been holding, her laptop and her work bag all on the floor so that she could open her front door. only then did she hear someone behind her as she was about to go inside. “who have you lost?” she asked, assuming from the ‘they’. 

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa lifted her gaze from the floor and instead glanced at the girl in front of her, furrowing her brows as she tried to process her question. “Huh? I have no one to lose, socialising scares me”, she simply replies and continues looking for her missing keys. “I-I think I just dropped the keys to my scooter somewhere and I’m not sure w h e r e to look”, she adds, sighing as she leans against the wall. 

[delirixms-deactivated20210130]

it had been twenty three hours since eden had last sleep and she was running on her eighth coffee. she tended to get obsessive over projects and this particular code had her stumped. she couldn’t surrender until she’d managed to figure out why it wouldn’t work. “for fucks sake,” she groaned, pushing her chair back from the table in the coffee shop and feeling it collide with someone behind her. “ah shit, sorry..” she said quickly, twisting. she didn’t need a broken code and potentially someone’s broken foot.

[declensicns-blog]

“Ow!”, Marwa whimpered when a chair slid right on top of her left foot, her face scrunching up as pain flooded her system. She jutted her bottom lip out in a pout when the haunting sensation finally subsided just about to scold the inconsiderate stranger for not being more careful when she noticed the exhaustion written all over her pretty face. Marwa's annoyance immediately drowned in a sea of worry, the angel unable to shut off her motherly nature. “Are you alright? You look so tired. You should sleep”, she simply says, her words laced with g e n u i n e care for the poor girl. 

[carolineelenor-deactivated20180]

Carolines head was pounding still from drinking too much alcohol at that party last night and the only cure she knew for that was to drink more alcohol, which isn’t really that good of a solution right now, seeing as she was at her brother’s restaurant.  Letting out a deep groan as she folded her arms over the table, she asked the person sitting in front of her, “Is it possible that anyone here, would have anything for a migraine?” She sat up a bit her hand still on her head.

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa worriedly watched the brunette girl, her facial expression and general posture letting the protective angel know of her pain. Human beings had this rather weird habit of repeating harmful patterns which she really didn’t understand; doing the same thing over and over but with the expectation of a different result was the l i t e r a l definition of insanity after all. It was definitely one thing on the extensive list of things that made Marwa so grateful for her resilient physique and her abstinence from frightening human customs like the consumption of alcohol. She dug through her purse for the untouched bottle of water she had taken from her fridge this morning, handing it to the girl. “Here you go, you need to hydrate”, she sweetly suggests, her nurturing nature taking over.

[avsuyeong]

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Marwa felt the soft material of her long floral dress brush against her ankles as she clumsily stumbled into her cluttered little apartment with two shopping bags in her arms, both filled to the brim with new materials for her art. The way she’d paint canvas after canvas, run all her best pens dry and use up all the clay in sight, it came as no surprise that she already needed new supplies after her last trip to the store. She set the h e a v y bags down on the black couch, an exhausted sigh slipping past her plump lips before her dimunitive hands went from gently straightening out the soft maroon hijab on her head to patting the pockets on her beige coat in an attempt to locate her missing keys. “Oh no.. No, no, no!”, Marwa gasps and immediately rushes back outside, her lips pursed in a disappointed pout as she thoroughly scanned the floors of the currently pervaded hallways of the cozy lunar grove apartment building. “Where are they?”, she mumbled as she mentally cursed herself for being so damn forgetful. How did someone lose the exact same keys they’d just used to start their scooter?!

adriel had seen the keys laying on the ground outside of the apartment building, as he walked in as if by the grace of GOD, there was a girl there looking for something. he approached in a calm manner, his voice filling the air between them soon enough. “ excuse me – would you be looking for these by chance ? ” he inquired, holding the keys out towards her.

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa let out a relieved sigh, happily taking the keys from the kind stranger as she slowly calmed down. “Thank you so much!”, she beams, tempted to hug him but immediately shut down by her quiescent nature. Instead, Marwa took a close look at the attractive blond guy, intrigued by his soothing voice and very unique eyes. “I’m Marwa, what’s your name?”, she smiles, comfortable with this man since she sensed the h e a v e n l y air about his being. Living in peaceful little lunar grove these last eight months made the sunkissed angel fairly good at spotting her own kind in the throngs of people walking the streets.

[cfrcsiers]

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Marwa felt the soft material of her long floral dress brush against her ankles as she clumsily stumbled into her cluttered little apartment with two shopping bags in her arms, both filled to the brim with new materials for her art. The way she’d paint canvas after canvas, run all her best pens dry and use up all the clay in sight, it came as no surprise that she already needed new supplies after her last trip to the store. She set the h e a v y bags down on the black couch, an exhausted sigh slipping past her plump lips before her dimunitive hands went from gently straightening out the soft maroon hijab on her head to patting the pockets on her beige coat in an attempt to locate her missing keys. “Oh no.. No, no, no!”, Marwa gasps and immediately rushes back outside, her lips pursed in a disappointed pout as she thoroughly scanned the floors of the currently pervaded hallways of the cozy lunar grove apartment building. “Where are they?”, she mumbled as she mentally cursed herself for being so damn forgetful. How did someone lose the exact same keys they’d just used to start their scooter?!

See, Marc didn’t technically live in this apartment complex. But a client one of the lawyers he worked with did, and a simple fact of his job was that sometimes he got treated more like a gopher. After over ten years being in this profession, he was used to this kind of thing. Normally, he could travel without incident. This, apparently, was not one of those times. The woman in the hallway was obviously in some sort of conundrum, and he couldn’t bring himself to just walk away. “Um, miss?” He hung back just a bit, well aware that some people didn’t really appreciate strangers walking up to them. “Are you alright?”

[declensicns-blog]

The usually calm and somewhat stoic angel jumped when she heard the deep voice addressing her, cheeks flushing and now resembling the soft pink tone of her matte lipstick. She slowly turns around, reluctantly facing the stranger with a timid smile. “Yeah, I-Oh, wait actually I mean no, sorry”, she rambles confusedly, subtly averting her gaze to the linoleum floor to hide her embarrassment. Lying was b a d, why was her first thought to simply omit her sticky situation instead of just asking for help? As a fairly devout and religious angel, she knew better than that. She takes a deep breath, stepping closer to the taller man. “I um... I just lost the keys to my scooter and I don’t know what to do”, she frowns, eyes brimming with frustrated tears.

[anthenia]

                                                                                               - Vincent Van Gogh

[fckncora-blog]

“what are you drinking tonight?” cora asked, leaning slightly over the bar counter. the music was h e a v y, and people were dancing everywhere. it was loud and hot, the air conditioners were working overtime ( but the humidity could still be felt in the air. ) the place was crowded, like always, with people all so close to one another. cora normally enjoyed that environment, but tonight, she was glad to be on the other side. she tried not to snap at people at work, but it was hard for her. when people took too long to order, or didn’t speak loud enough for her to hear them, “are you going to order or not?” cora rolled her eyes, sick of this night already. 

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa wasn’t entirely certain about how she’d ended up in the bar but thought it to be the result of some advice she’d overheard one fairly gorgeous young man give his close friend: “Let’s just go have a drink, Scott. That’s what bars are for; escaping the harsh realities of life and having fun”, he had said, confident in his statement. These places really seemed to be a cornerstone of American democracy and a very natural part of life for most of the residents in lunar grove. Marwa blinked confusedly at the inverted bottles on the wall, not really finding a n y of the bright liquids resting in these bottles particularly appetising. She nervously fiddles with her fingers, awkwardly clearing her throat since the somewhat annoyed tone in the pretty brunette’s voice startled her. “Um.. do you have water, or maybe juice?”, the angel innocently asks, obviously very out of her comfort zone in this humid and frustratingly loud environment.

[wnq-writers]

She has this kind of soul that could bloom on dying nature.

Viola CN (via aliciaxwrites)

[declensicns-blog]

Marwa felt the soft material of her long floral dress brush against her ankles as she clumsily stumbled into her cluttered little apartment with two shopping bags in her arms, both filled to the brim with new materials for her art. The way she’d paint canvas after canvas, run all her best pens dry and use up all the clay in sight, it came as no surprise that she already needed new supplies after her last trip to the store. She set the h e a v y bags down on the black couch, an exhausted sigh slipping past her plump lips before her dimunitive hands went from gently straightening out the soft maroon hijab on her head to patting the pockets on her beige coat in an attempt to locate her missing keys. “Oh no.. No, no, no!”, Marwa gasps and immediately rushes back outside, her lips pursed in a disappointed pout as she thoroughly scanned the floors of the currently pervaded hallways of the cozy lunar grove apartment building. “Where are they?”, she mumbled as she mentally cursed herself for being so damn forgetful. How did someone lose the exact same keys they’d just used to start their scooter?!

[declensicns-blog]

Ugh, so streamclip won't load and it’s getting late and I’m exhausted after my workout so my first starter/replies will probably go up tomorrow afternoon. Hope you guys have fun writing!! Goodnight, lovelies!