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 terencewright ———) * .

Terence couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the strangers suggestion, he’d never actually considered that option before. Craning his neck he looked over the top of the shelf to see if anyone was at the desk or if he could even see a sound system of some sort. A grumpy looking man sat behind the till, and Terence didn’t fancy disturbing him. “That’s not a terrible idea. But who would I ask? He’s not looking very…friendly.”

hazel eyes followed the boy’s as she looked toward where his attention went, standing on her toes to spot the man behind the desk. great — he seemed to be even more miserable then megara was. the brunette blew a raspberry as she turned to stranger. “not necessarily,” she agreed, “maybe a manager? you know, be that person that asks to speak to a higher up.”

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nalazuri ——— ) * . 

It wasn’t hard to miss the single light on in the common room and the girl sat next to it, and Nala really didn’t want to disturb what looked like a peaceful moment. So she tried to tiptoe across the room, she could see the outline of the table where she had left her book and notes and was half way there when the girl spoke. Turning a sheepish smile, that Nala belatedly realised she probably couldn’t see, she replied, “Hi, sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was just, looking for something I left earlier.”

and yet here you are, meg thought. “it’s fine,” she mumbled, trying to make out the girl’s silhouette through the dim amount of light that the lamp was giving. “right,” she muttered under her breath, rising from the chair as she walked over to turn on the lights. “light might help,” she stated, eyes focused on her as a stoic expression remained on her face.

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gothxdistance ——— ) * .

Hercules was finding it hard to sleep lately, which was odd. Maybe it was the fact that he was around so many new people that was making him almost uneasy and a little out of his element. He didn’t want to stand out here and there was probably nobody here that would know his family name which was both a blessing and a curse. He noticed the woman, of course, and tried to walk a little quieter since she seemed to be so engrossed in her book. Still, maybe he wasn’t that quiet since she noticed him. “I…” He trailed off as he almost stumbled on one of the other coffee tables in the room. “Ow. Sorry, I was trying to walk a little quieter. You reading anything good? You were lost in it, it seems!”

annoyed was one way to sum up meg’s mood as she watched the other stumble. hazel eyes followed as she couldn’t help but look away. maybe if he hadn’t interrupted she would have found the small mishap funny. once upon a time, she would have even asked if he was okay. but tonight, neither were emotions megara was particularly feeling. she rolled her eyes instead, shaking her head softly in disapproval. “oh, were you really?” she asked in a mocking tone, “huh. would have never guessed it.” meg’s eyes fell down to the book as she studied the cover for a few seconds. meg silently agreed, she had been worlds away, using literature as a safe haven from her actual reality. she debated for a moment whether to answer or not before lifting up her copy of the catcher in the rye toward the man. 

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mypetersbvrg ——— ) * 

He hadn’t expected to run into anyone. dmitri had always been a man of change, someone always on the move and never really keen on sticking to a particular routine for long. however, the only thing that remained constant was how messy and impractical his sleep schedule remained. he’d long become convinced he’d become yet another insomniac, with his mind rushing at the strangest hours of the night and the feeling of ferment kicking in just as he’d started drifting off to sleep. luckily, he was clever – once, perhaps, too clever for own good –, so he’d managed to spot cozy spots to frequent whenever he just couldn’t stay put. 

     “ shit – ! ” he let out, startled by the brunette’s voice ( he had too believed he was alone. ) “ shit, sorry… sorry. it’s just– just me. ” how eloquent.

a small smirk rose on meg’s lips as she heard the man’s reaction, amused by how she’d manage to startle him. how they both failed to realize the other was in the room was beyond her, meg had been certain she’d seen no one when she walked in. she chuckled lightly at his apology, trying to mask the sound by covering her face with the book. “it’s just me,” she repeated, “you do realize that means you could be anyone from my grandmother to an axe murderer.” she stood from the chair, walking over to the light switch to turn the light on. “this might be a little crazy but i’d try your name instead of just ‘me’ next time,” she teased.

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maliafieri ——— ) * . 

Just a couple weeks. That’s it. Just a couple of weeks, Malia had gone to spend the holidays with her father in Spain and the moment she got back, she was flooded with news of rivals trying to take over while she was away. Apparently she had to do everything herself. Never leaving men in charge again. Si quieres que algo salga bien, hazlo tú mismo Malia. If the radiating rage wasn’t evident, the way Malia’s tone sounded would probably give her away as she walked up to the doorway of the nearest cafe. There was someone in her way and their back was towards her and being polite wasn’t a priority of hers at the moment. “Move.”

annoying was what it was — the room was full of people chattering and laughing as a half asleep meg awkwardly tried to make way to the counter to order. she was exhausted, not having slept well the last few nights. the brunette sighed, all she wanted was a damn cup of coffee, simple as that yet it seemed like she had to go through a maze to get it. after placing her order, she made her way toward a spot in the cafe that wasn’t surrounded by people. “excuse me?” she blinked, looking at the raven haired girl with a puzzled look. 

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 heiranderson ——— ) * . 

Eric hadn’t realized someone else was in the common room until she spoke. His initial reaction, to switch on the light, nearly blinded him and took a moment to adjust to. “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be in here this late,” A rather ridiculous assumption in hindsight. Of course, others would be up, he couldn’t possibly be the only one who was having trouble sleeping. Eric sat down in an empty armchair and sighed, “It’s hard for me to sleep when I’m away from home like this.” He put his hand over his eyes and sighed again. It was only then that he realized she might not be up for any conversation, she had been reading alone in the dark after all. “I’m sorry, I interrupted your reading. Please, I’ll be quiet.” 

"not as sorry as i am,”  she muttered, as she placed a hand over her forehead, trying to adjust to the sudden light. meg grew silent for a moment, realizing how rude that sounded, even for her. she sighed as her eyes focused, setting down the book on her lap as she started at the man. “yeah, um—well, no one usually is,” she gave a small, tight smile. her eyes trailed after him as she watched him sit. great, time for small talk. megara adjusted her posture in her seat as she tried to feign a smile. “it’s alright, it’s not all that riveting. quiet?” she asked, “and do what, exactly? stare at wall?” 

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darkness filled the common room except for the lamp that sat next to megara on the coffee table. just enough light for her to be able to do some light reading as she sat on the floor in front of the couch. sure, it wasn’t the best of light to read under but the brunette preferred the calm that the dark brought rather than to turn on the lights in the middle of the night. it was more peaceful this way, finding some comfort in the solitude she was surrounded by. or at least she had been — the sound of footsteps bringing her attention back to the real world as she looked up from her book. “hello? is anyone there?”

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lunaloquitur

The best thing about not knowing or remembering anyone around Christmas was definitely the amount of money he saved by not having to buy anyone gifts. The worst part? Not having anyone to buy gifts for. So he just bought himself gifts: it was the perfect solution. His arms were filled with candy canes and chocolate bars, which he’d intended to eat himself, but when a kid passed by with wide eyes and an open mouth, he gave them a chocolate bar. He wasn’t a shitty person. When he noticed someone else watching him, he walked over, handing them a candy cane. “Guess this makes me a younger, more handsome version of Santa Claus?”

meg arched an eyebrow at the boy’s question, remaining unfazed by his actions. “i’m sorry, am i suppose to be impressed by that?” she asked. hazel eyes falling toward the candy cane as she debated for a second before taking it. “personally, i think it makes you foolish,” she answered, as she started to unwrap the piece of candy. “i mean, sharing, really? it’s a little too noble if you ask me. sure, it starts by sharing one piece with one person, then another with someone else, soon enough your random act of kindness snowballs and you end up with nothing,” a small shrug followed as she popped the candy cane into her mouth.

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terencewright ——— ) * .

Terence didn’t like Christmas. Sure he liked getting gifts and wasn’t about to complain about the amount of food his mother stocked up in the house, but he hated the shopping, the queues and masses of people, the adverts that started in November and the decoration that sometimes went up before October was even over. He especially hated the songs. Call him a Grinch, a Scrooge, but as soon as those first notes of ‘Last Christmas’ come over the radio Terence let out an audible groan in the middle of the snack aisle. “God make it stop,” he mumbled to myself. 

the nonstop christmas music wasn’t just annoying, it was torture. she couldn’t understand why everyone was so adamant about playing it nonstop. sure, it was ‘in the spirit of the season’ but what if people, i.e. her, didn’t participate in such nonsense? though, by the sound of things, she wasn’t the only one. overhearing the boy’s mumble, she turned on her heel to face him. “you know, you could always ask them to stop it,” she suggested, not that she’d actually do that herself but she figured maybe she could convince someone else to take one for the team. 

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daisydonovan ——— ) * .

“¿Y vuelves con eso? Claro que voy a seguir poniendo mi nombre en los regalos. Nadie va a garar credito por mis regalos. No, ni los tres reyes magos.” It was a reoccurring dispute her and her brother had during this time of year since Daisy was the only one in her family who put the presents were from her instead Santa, but there was a slight change this year. “Tony, las niñas tienen nueve anos. No han creído en Coca Cola’s San Nicolás desde Marzo. No me eches la culpa. Ya era tiempo.” Through the phone, her brother protested that his daughters were too young to not believe, so she click her tongue. “Que mentiroso.” She turned to the person next to her at the store. “Excuse me, if you don’t mind my asking, at what age did you stop believing in Santa Claus? I’m settling an argument.” She wasn’t raised to believe in him to know, but she took her chances that the other person was.

meg couldn’t help but ease drop on the conversation happening next to her or at least trying to do so. the fact that the blonde was speaking in a different language made it hard for the brunette to understand even remotely what the subject of what sounded like an argument was. the two things she was actually able to pick up on was the fact that she was talking to someone named tony about coca cola. the entire conversation making a bit more sense once the woman turned to her. “uh—” meg stumbled, caught off guard, “me?” great. so, santa claus was what she was arguing about. “well, i never really believed in santa claus, per se. saint basil was the one who left us presen—” meg stopped mid-sentence wondering why she was giving a stranger an explanation about a tradition she hadn’t celebrated in years. “actually, santa claus is stupid and children should stopped being lied to,” she clarified. while meg wasn’t sure if she believed that or not, the truth was she had no idea when it was she stopped believing. her memories from greece belong to a completely different person and meg wasn’t about to take a stroll down memory lane just to answer a question. 

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tidewashed ——— ) * .

Ariel hadn’t realized just how much effort would go into making sure she was filled with holly jolly spirit, from the stocking hanging over her bedroom door to the slightly overdecorated mini-tree she’d stuffed into the living room. Now, all that was left was the gingerbread house; the thing that always took the longest to make. She decided to make it in the common room, the table scattered with her various decorating materials and icing bags, as if a yuletide storm had come by. As she saw someone pass by, she whispered out, “Psst, hey! Sorry to bother you, but could you pass me the green icing? It rolled over to the other side and I can’t reach it without risking the house crumbling.”

curiosity filled meg’s eyes as she occasionally glanced up from her novel to look at what the peppy redhead was doing. the girl sure seemed to have been bitten by the christmas bug and while meg couldn’t relate there was something about the girl that caught her attention. she’d seem to be making progress, at least from the brunette could tell. she couldn’t help but wonder what she’d do with it once she was done building it. after all, she was putting so much effort into it for what exactly? the brunette shook her head softly as she went back to her book for a few more minutes. feeling the need for a drink, she marked her spot as she rose from the chair and walked over to make herself a cup of tea. her movements stopped as the girl caught her attention. “the green icing?” she rose an eyebrow, looking around the scattered table for what the girl needed, “um, sure.” she made her way to the opposite end of the table as her eyes searched for the green piping bag. “here,” she said as she handed the girl the bag, taking once more glance at the gingerbread house.

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haydenkokinos ——— ) * .

Breathe, Hayden told himself, walking around the mall with a few shopping bags in hand. He needed to buy a brand new suit, as his favorite one had been spoiled by the eggnog accident. And because not even the dry-cleaners could save it, he had to toss it away and find another one. As he came to the center of the mall, he began to see a flurry of children forming, making him the tiniest bit wary. When he drew closer, he groaned inwardly, seeing that the commotion was all for the line at Santa’s workshop, where the kids were taking pictures with the old man. Hayden tried to tiptoe around them, just so he wouldn’t knock a kid over, but they were practically swarming all over him. He looked around, a rare sense of desperation in his eyes as he tried to worm his way out.

unfortunately for meg, it was that time of year once again. when her ‘christmas wish’ was for the earth to open up and swallow her whole.  though, it wasn’t always like that. once upon a time for a few years, megara actually loved the holiday season. it was enchanting and breathtaking, there was something about it that had mesmerized her, up until the day it hadn’t when the happy memories were replaced with ones of pain and anger. christmas was a time where meg was reminded of what she didn’t have and how she didn’t belong. it was something she avoided at all costs or at least tried to. yet she found herself stuck in the middle of the mall thanks to the ‘sales’ happening throughout different stores. something she immediately regretted the moment she found herself in christmas wonderland. ready to call it quits and give up, she turned on hell as she headed back to the main entrance. almost out the door, a familiar face stopped her dead in her tracks as she did a double take.

skatá, she cursed under her breath. so close yet so screwed. she had two options — to pretend she hadn’t seen him and rush off or to unwillingly help her frazzled boss. unfortunately for megara, she knew better than to pick the first option. holding on tightly to the bag on her shoulder, meg sighed as she made her way toward the sea of inconveniences hayden seemed to be drowning in. “kokinos,” she called out to him extending a hand for him to take it as her attention moved to the mess of children all around. “hey, munchkins. unless you want the jolly old big guy to bring you buckets of coal, i suggest you move. it,” she demanded, not bothering with using a friendly tone or manners for that matter. the faster she was able to get hayden out of that mess, the sooner she would be able to be back in her room with no one to bother her.

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morethanjust-thespare ——— ) * . 

Anna’s afternoon began with her feeling bored, which rarely leads to good things. In order to entertain herself, she decided to bake. She had no idea what she was going to bake, but what’s life without a little surprise? After thirty minutes and no clear product, she realized it was missing something. The only question was what. She searched the cabinets for something worth adding. Then, she found it. On the top shelf of a cabinet was a bag of jellybeans, the perfect addition to her work of confectionery brilliance. The only problem was how high up the bag was, but a mere three feet was not going to stop her. She pulled up a chair and attempted to reach it, but it was still too high. She desperately searched the dorm for boxes, books, anything to stand on. Regardless of whether people were currently reading the book, she grabbed it, shouting “I promise I’ll give it back,” as she ran off with it. When she returned to the kitchen she stacked everything on the chair, and stood on it. “So, close…” she said, reaching up to the bag. The stack was incredibly wobbly, but she could just barely reach it. “Gotcha!” she shouted, grabbing the bag, before the stack finally collapsed.

peace and silence, that’s all meg wanted yet clearly it seemed like it was too much to ask for. no matter where she wandered off to, it seemed like there was either someone already there or someone else deciding moments later that meg was in use of company. even once it seemed like meg had found a good spot of solitude, her time of peace was interrupted by a perky blonde who the brunette hadn’t noticed before. she didn’t even have time to protest as she felt the book being ripped from her fingers as the girl went dashing with it. mouth agape, she followed behind her trying to figure out why the hell she had been interrupted. standing at the doorway into the kitchen, megara crossed her arms as she watched the stack collapse and the girl tumble down with it. “can i have my book back now?” she asked crossly. in another time, meg would have rushed to the blonde’s side to check if she was okay and help her up, her concern would have been toward a person rather than an object, but times had changed and all meg had the patience for was to try to find her spot again and forget she’d witnessed such chaos.

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themichaeldarling ——— ) * . 

“Okay, so,” Michael began, already talking as he sat down across from the other person.  “You know how you’re not supposed to eat cookie dough until it’s like, actual cookies?  Well.  I’m not going to name any names, but someone, who may or may not be me, may or may not have just done that.  And it may or may not have been a lot of it – like, probably about ten cookies of dough.  So, uh, tell me the truth – am I gonna die?”

an exasperate sigh left meg’s lips as she did nothing to hide the annoyance by the boy’s question. she ran her index finger across her temple as she rolled her eyes. how — no, better question was why — why in the world did this boy think eating raw cookie dough was a good idea? the brunette nodded. “yes,” she answered without batting an eye, “the dough in your stomach will expand and rise to the point where it’ll eventually end up crushing every one of your organs. sorry, kid. you’re toast.” 

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