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Lost in...someplace
theshadowjjang:
Dongmin was looking around while sporting a puzzled look on his face. Where was he, where did he have to go and was he going to have to camp outside because of how lost he got? Perhaps there was a shop nearby that held maps for such occasions. Big cities often had maps for tourists to use, right? Before he could get a step in, he heard someone speak up to him. He wasn’t sure, but perhaps she was feeling a bit shy? It was only a guess given the way she averted her gaze and was also rambling a bit.
A smile naturally appearing on his face, he nodded his head. “I’m still pretty new to the area and I seem to have gotten off the wrong stop. I was thinking about going to the mall, but…” He looked down at his phone’s clock display. He didn’t know how horribly lost he was, nor did he trust himself to get back home safely after this display of his lack of directional sense. “… Maybe I should just try to head back to Oakville. Would you happen to know if I’m close?” Nothing in the area looked familiar so he feared that he was pretty far off.
With the book now tucked under her one arm, he couldn’t help but feel some guilt probing at his conscience. Was he bothering her? Dongmin didn’t want to make a nuisance of himself. “I’m sure I can figure my way back if you have somewhere else you’d need to be.”
Hearing the other’s story, it became apparent that the male had certainly gotten off at the wrong stop. Admittedly, his friendly disposition helped her relax a little, but having played the victim role out of trusting the wrong people one too many times, Blake still refused to let her guard down. Her expression remained locked in neutrality, although she did arc an eyebrow upwards when he began to suggest figuring out his own way home.
Blake couldn’t help the sarcastic laugh that bubbled past her lips, a shake of her head and a furrow of her eyebrows making it apparent she found the very idea of leaving this guy to his own devices funny. She unfolded her arms and let them hang at her sides less defensively, before her teasing tone made its way into her words, coating them in unoffensive sweetness, like honey on toast.
“You couldn’t even make it to the mall on your own. You expect me to believe you can make it home fine?” Blake said, the tiniest of smiles tugging at the corner of her lips. She remained cautious, always observing, but otherwise her shyness had melted away due to his charisma. She looked towards the bus sign near where the stop the other would have gotten off at, reading the numbers on the sign.
“I can check the schedule on my phone, but the buses usually run every half hour or so. I --” Blake paused, having pulled her phone from her back pocket to look at. She had been headed to the mall herself, which was actually only a few blocks away. Was it wise to invite someone she didn’t know? She could always give him instructions on how to get home from there if she simply walked him there, couldn’t she? Glancing at the other again, Blake stared for a moment before hiding her attention in her phone.
“I was actually... going to go the mall myself, later. It’s not far from here, actually. You managed to make it to the West Side on your own. But if you want to go home, the next bus will be here in about twenty minutes, unless it’s late. I’m guessing the one you took was the twelve, and that loops its route, so you can just ride it back to the stop you originally got on at.” Blake tried her best to explain the bus route as simply as possible. She didn’t believe she was all that good at doing so, but at least there was credit in trying.
“If you wanted to take the bus to the mall, you should have transferred over on Fairview,” Blake said simply. She put her phone to rest again, before slipping it back into her pocket. “So... I can walk with you there, if you still wanted to go. I don’t mind.”
schneeflake:
Another day, another business deal.
Ever since she’d been brought back to Bellevue to live at the manor and study more closely under her father’s eyes, he’d taken it upon himself to busy Weiss with business excursions in ‘preparation’ for when she would have to do so on her own. Weiss never liked these deals. Perhaps if her father actually cared about the people they partnered with, instead of using them to glorify their name, Weiss would feel more inclined to help out. But she couldn’t agree with his methods and it made it very difficult to want to attend.
If anything, Weiss planned to use the experience to shape a better company when she took over.
For once, though, she was… mildly looking forward to her meeting today. She was to visit the local animal shelter and discuss their sponsorship and plausible marketing plans. “We need to be viewed as a company that supports and cares,” her father has said. His pitifully insincere reasoning left a bitter taste in her mouth, but at LEAST the shelter was always fun to visit; Weiss was incredibly fond of dogs especially. She may have to bite her tongue for now and comply with her father’s selfish demands, but she could make SOME fun out of it.
She walked into the shelter with her typical air of cool confidence surrounding her. She’d been allowed to solidify connections on her own before and, thus, she was able to tackle this one on her own too. Icy-blue hues searched the lobby for whoever would be walking through with her. She didn’t have to seek long─ a call to her name caught her attention. Immediately, the sour attitude associated with her name off-put Weiss.
“I am,” she replied pointedly, already feeling mildly annoyed by the girl’s poor attitude, “And you’re….” she shifted her weight and placed a hand on her hip as she searched for the stranger’s name tag, eyes narrowed, “Blake, is it? I assume you’re the one showing me around today?”
Blake had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, although the temptation was strong. She dared not to risk it though, not after her last stunt. She was only a volunteer, after all: too many strikes would result in termination, and as much as she felt the need to voice her opinion over certain things, she enjoyed working at the shelter and wanted to stay there as long as possible. So instead of rudely rolling her eyes, the girl continued to read her book until the end of the page. She then neatly slotted her book mark in place -- a shelter one, at that, with kittens on it. Folding the book closed then, Blake lifted her gaze once more to settle on the heiress.
“That would be me.” Blake said, with a large amount of disdain in her voice. Deciding to not keep this awkward encounter going any longer than needed, Blake grabbed her usual clipboard from the counter and traded it for her book, having been told to show Weiss around and familiarize her with how the charity operated. First on the list was the Medipaws Medical Facility -- the veterinary area, knowing that if the girl had the stomach to see animals in pain and not brush them off, there might actually be a future for this tour.
“I’m a volunteer here, but the owners asked me to show you around since I’ve been around a while,” Blake explained, coming out from behind the counter with a distinct sway to her steps. She was much like a feline in the way she walked, a saunter with something of a purpose. “I figured we could... start with the Medipaws Facility. Does that work for you, heiress?”
She couldn’t help but take the shot where she saw it. Voice wrapped around a word like “heiress”, it sounded cold and disapproving. Blake peered down at the other, valuing the little height difference as it allowed her to appear somewhat more intimidating. Golden hues bore down into icy blue orbs as she tried to see past the hardened exterior with a hope to find something other than pretentiousness, although Blake wasn’t exactly hopeful, having heard the rumours of the Schnee family’s company.
Lost in...someplace
theshadowjjang:
OPEN STARTER
Multiple answers welcome. I just don’t like how you can’t change the title afterwords so I didn’t write [open] in the title. (I need a super chill format to match this super chill dude so super chill format it is.)
Dongmin looked up at the sky to see that the color of the sky was starting to change. How beautiful the sky was. He’d gone touring around the area because he wanted to get a better feel for the area he’d just moved to, but because he was so tired from the move, he accidentally fell asleep on the bus.
“Well this isn’t good, I don’t know where I am.” What could be worse than getting off on the wrong stop? Being new to the area and getting off on the wrong stop. Well, wasn’t this a pickle? He looked around wondering if he could find any landmark that he could use to help him find his way around, or if anyone was around to help him find his way back.
Blake wasn’t necessarily one who approached strangers, but upon seeing the nearby male depart from his bus and look confusedly at the surrounding area, she knew it would be unkind to not help him. Her need to help others did not extend only to animals, as much as her coworkers loved to joke around as such. Snapping her book closed that she had been reading as she walked, Blake approached the other cautiously, her gaze observant.
“You... look a little lost,” she stated, suddenly feeling awkward as she fumbled with the right words to start the conversation. Inhaling sharply, the girl averted her gaze and glanced off to the side instead. “Did you need any help? Sorry if you’re not actually lost -- you just looked it, that’s all.”
Blake stopped herself before she started rambling, instead resorting to fold her arms over her chest in a defensive manner, book tucked under one arm so that it was out of the way.
RIVERDALE MEME. episodes 1-4 / ( change pronouns as needed. )
CHAPTER 1: THE RIVER’S EDGE
“i’ve been thinking about us.”
“i’m asking you now if you love me.”
“of course i love you, ____. but i can’t give you the answer you want.”
“one summer can change everything.”
“it’s about following your heart, right?”
“as long as you don’t give up your passion.”
“eventually, there will be a reckoning.”
“that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown? it won’t last.”
“are you scared, ____?”
“don’t freak out. just trust me.”
“i’m breakfast at tiffany’s, but this place is strictly in cold blood.”
“he was looking for the girl next door. instead, he found me.”
“you wanted fire? sorry, _________. my specialty’s ice.”
“just… talk to her. it could go a long way. would have gone a long way with me.”
“you are so perfect. i’ll never deserve you.”
CHAPTER 2: A TOUCH OF EVIL
“romeo and juliet are the exception, not the rule.”
“once again, fate throws us together.”
"sardonic humour is just my way of relating to the world.”
“what? what are you going to do?”
“i’m not. i want to be. i thought i could be. but it’s too much, too fast.”
“what do you know about it, _____? or about me, even?”
“he wasn’t perfect. but he always tried to do the right thing.”
“sometimes a friend is better than a boyfriend.”
“why don’t we both just do that bro thing where we nod like douches & mutually suppress our emotions?”
“is there something you want to tell me, pal?”
“did you & _______ kill him together?”
“i’m alone.”
“we’re not gonna hug in front of the entire town.”
“it’s like there was a train that was going to the rest of my life. & i just… missed it.”
“it is not my fault he doesn’t like you.”
CHAPTER 3: BODY DOUBLE
"spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules.”
“i don’t follow rules, i make them. & when necessary, i break them.”
“nothing this bad was ever supposed to happen here.”
“you don’t want to slow down, do you?”
“they have zero remorse for the lives they destroy.”
“does he not know who i am?”
“i’d love to stay. but i gotta shake down an evil adventure scout.”
“not bad.”
“maybe i don’t know _______.”
“you came through for me. in a way no one else ever has before.”
“i would’ve done anything to protect _____.”
“i saw the way you looked at me. … you’re hiding something.”
“maybe we should slow it down a little.”
"she’s right.”
“would i have complete freedom?”
CHAPTER 4: THE LAST PICTURE SHOW
“where did you find all of this?”
“oh, i’m already there!”
“you’re right. i’m selfish, & i’m stupid.”
“make some room, outcasts.”
“what’s next, selling her hair extensions?”
“it’s off-brand & sends a false message about acceptance.”
“shut the hell up, or you’ll find out!”
“i just hate when people disrespect my cinematic experience.”
"i’ll figure it out. i always do.”
“you are not the things you said.”
“you’re not stupid. this wasn’t your fault.”
“i have a strong inkling.”
“threatened, much?”
“i learned that from the nancy drew detective handbook.”
“if you really are my friend, you’ll drop this.”
Today, Blake had chosen to volunteer at the local animal centre. They were a bit short-staffed and had called, asking if she could come in to help out for a few hours as they had someone important coming to visit and needed the extra manpower. Of course, as it was her primary charity she supported, Blake saw no issue with spending her one day off at the animal centre. In fact, in the presence of animals was where she felt most at home (except dogs -- Blake was still a little hesitant around the ones that barked a lot or were a little too big).
She hadn’t expected that they would ask her to handle this ‘important visitor’. Apparently she was the daughter of the Schnee Company’s head, which was a business that sponsored the animal centre. Blake wasn’t fooled by such a lousy attempt to appear caring, though. She had her fair share of dirt on the company itself, and working in the media meant she knew all about their faults and ‘successes’ through her job. To be completely honest, she wasn’t really looking forward to meeting this spoiled brat that was coming to the centre, probably only on her father’s orders and only for as long as she needed to in order to make enough of a statement. Blake felt most upset for the animals: they didn’t need some princess to waltz in here, use them for attention, and then bail.
The volunteer tried her best to not roll her eyes when she heard the bell on the shelter door chime. She looked up from the book she had been reading to see a girl around her age with stark white hair, dressed in what she could only assume was designer garb. Blake recognized her as the girl she was waiting for, Weiss Schnee, daughter of the dickless company head, Jacques Schnee.
“I take it you’re the heiress? ‘Weiss Schnee’?” Blake asked, sounding bored already as she glanced back down at her book, looking for a good spot to pause in her reading.
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a new best friend. | for blake.
hikachv:
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hikaru never really called himself an animal person, but he did always hold a bit of a soft spot for the little critters. and one in particular had caught his eye: a tiny black and white tuxedo cat who seemed awfully friendly. he meowed at hikaru and he rubbed up against the front of the cage toward him, so he just had to be drawn to the cat.
the rabbits and the goats and such were all very cute, but the cats were on a whole different level. they seemed a lot more personable, plus there was the added effect that he could actually take one home. and by one, he specifically meant the little tuxedo cat. he had to take the little creature home, before anybody else came along and scooped him up. so, with a large smile on his face at the prospect of getting a new little buddy, he walked towards a black-haired girl who seemed to be a volunteer there.
❝ excuse me, miss! ❞ he was rather jolly and significantly more upbeat at this moment than he normally ever was, beyond happy that he could potentially get this cat. ❝ how do i go about adopting a cat? ❞
It was no secret that Blake was an animal lover, even without knowing her name from the newspapers or her online blog. She was an animal rights advocate, and an aggressive one at that, who had no trouble breaking into buildings if it meant saving a few animal lives, or beating up thugs who thought it was okay to abuse stray animals. Her background gave her all the tools necessary to follow her passions, while sticking to her morals and knowing where the ‘too far’ finish line was.
Most days however, she spent her time writing stupid articles on city politics or even filling in for the advice columnist, answering lovesick questions on things she really had no interest in. Blake was happiest on the days when she could volunteer with the local shelter, whether simply on a normal day, or at an event like this. Supervising the petting zoo had gone fairly well, although there were a few kids she had to lightly scold for being too rough with the animals. She had let one of the other volunteers supervise while she went to grab a drink from the cooler at their table when she heard someone call out. Blake turned her head to see who it was, only to be met with a stranger approaching her. She continued to eye him curiously, with only a hint of apprehension towards him as she took a sip of her drink, listening as he asked his question.
After taking a sip, Blake screwed the cap back on her water bottle before smiling hesitantly. She tried to help her shyness around people as much as she could, although she felt awkward conveying how delighted his question made her. Finding animals new homes was one of the best things about volunteering with the animal centre, and she’d already seen several of their animals go home with seemingly new, loving owners today.
“We have some forms here that you will have to fill out and I’ll have to ask you a few questions to determine if you’re eligible to adopt from us,” she explained quietly, setting the bottle down as she reached for one of the clipboards lined out on the table. Attached to the clipboard was a pen, and the form in itself was specific to felines, as that was the type of animal the man was inquiring about. She tilted her head curiously before continuing, “...I take it you’ve found one you like already?”
Corruption.
This wasn’t why she became a journalist. Blake hated lawbreakers, injustice, and chaos as much as the next person, but something as stupid as ‘Bewitchers’ didn’t interest her in the slightest. In fact, she wanted to stay away from any cult-like groups for the rest of her life if she could help it. It was unfortunate that fate was not kind to her in the slightest, being that her last bust on a dog fighting ring in the underground got her into some trouble that her boss was only willing to look over if she discovered information about the new group of ‘terrorists’ cropping up in their city.
While she didn’t want to report on this kind of stuff, she had to admit it was a fair deal.
She wanted to save animals. Her online blog about animal injustice was still going strong, but unfortunately it didn’t pay the bills. She had entered into the journalist track because she needed to make money, plus the connections she had earned would help her greatly -- and they had helped her. It was only when she was given stupid and petty jobs like this that she became grumpy with. No matter what she found out, her boss only wanted dirt: the nitty-gritty of what was going on within the group and any other information she could dig up that could be used to frame them in a bad way, all because that was what the public wanted.
That was why she was out in the park, when she would much rather be back in her office. She liked sunny days as much as the next girl, but today it was just way too hot. Frowning, Blake used her clipboard to fan herself briefly before setting her eyes on a younger male sitting on one of the benches. She sighed deeply before making her way over, then cleared her throat once she was close enough. Blake fidgeted slightly, fumbling with her notes before lifting her gaze to look at the other.
“Hey, uh... I’m a reporter from the city’s newspaper. I’m doing an article on the latest Bewitcher uprising here in the city -- do you mind if I ask you some questions?” She asked, tilting her head slightly as she spoke. It was fairly clear she would rather be doing anything but, especially since Blake didn’t even try to hide her boredom with the subject.
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RWBY + tropes: Blake Belladonna
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“Seriously guys? … Seriously? You’re gonna call me a cat burglar just because i’m part cat?”
Blake by EMO (@ricemo30)
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marianas trench sentences // accepting ;
“I regret a lot of things.”
Blake was the one to speak first. It was well past the midnight hour, with both variant types of investigators still lingering around the police department. A well-timed coffee break had the two of them in the company of one another, tired eyes blinking slowly while the caffeine settled in. Itachi was a quiet one, like Blake, which made her appreciate his contribution to the workforce more than the louder officers that frequented the halls. While there was something off-putting about him, being around the other made her feel more at home in the police department. She had wondered briefly if it was just because of how his face looked much too aged for the number on his file, making him seem as though he had seen a fair amount of things in his life -- or if he truly had experienced enough to make himself relatable.
Blake knew regret. She knew what it meant to make choices that might harm others, despite the benefits of making those choices. She knew what it was like to pursue answers only to find nothing... which is why she recognized the distant look in Itachi’s silent presence, and decided to speak her mind.
“It’s hard not to, given this line of work, I know... but I think it’s important to not let that regret define you, don’t you think?” Blake said quietly, before bringing her mug to her lips once more, sipping at her coffee. Afterwards she smiled softly, almost with a bashful nature as she made a move to stand up, “sorry. I think all these late hours are getting to me. You look tired too -- maybe you should take an early leave.”
With that, the feline-esque officer stood and left the room, parting with only a glance and nod over her shoulder as she carried her coffee back to her desk. Just because she was handing out advice, didn’t mean she had to take it herself.
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marianas trench sentences // accepting ;
“Sorry, but I tried.” Blake’s voice was stiff, guarded, when she spoke. When she sighed, it was heavy and filled with the disappointment that she couldn’t help the situation in any way. Looking to the boy who had reported the incident and sounds coming from his neighbour’s apartment, she simply shook her head.
“Without a permit, there isn’t much I can do…” That was a lie. Despite the fact that it was a dog in there, Blake didn’t feel any less driven to help. She’d spent years of her life dedicated to violent protesting for the sake of animals, and knowing that she needed a permit wasn’t going to stop her from doing the right thing. But if she was going to help, it couldn’t be when there were others around.
“I’ll contact the department and get a permit issued. Until then, please just… try to stay out of it.”
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