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' FORD.
Ford wasn’t sure why his buyer wanted to meet at the library until he got there, having forgotten that the book fair was going on. He wasn’t going to stay since he always managed to find his books free online, but with the power outage, he found himself stuck. He was exhausted, the night before ending just after 5 AM when he finally got into his bed to sleep only to be woken up a few hours later. After another haphazard attempt at leaving, he sat at one of the tables, palms pressed to his eyes to soothe the beginnings of his pulsing headache. “I’m too high for this,” he mutters, unaware of the person beside him.
legs were propped up on the table, remaining there even despite the dirty glances of the overtly distressed librarion that wandered around the area in an attempt at calming herself. nora herself ? the situation was merely a breeze. she found herself to be an observer, her prying dark brown hues travelling across the room as if she were a sociologist, her observations being her only attempt in passing the time quicker. and so, once the blond had found its way onto the chair next to hers, he was merely the next in line to be the object of her study. “ too high for this ? i would kill to trade places with you, i am truly not high enough for any of this — the time has been passing terribly slowly, i have counted the seconds until three thousand seventy two before i lost count. ”
' EVAN.
“I haven’t slept in three days,” Evan grumbled, when someone shook his shoulder. He found a fairly secluded corner of the library and just wanted to rest his eyes for a little. Of course on the one day he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his bed and sleep for the whole day, when he didn’t have class or work or filming, he was stuck in here. “I’ve been awake studying non stop for midterms, extensive filming schedules, and now is when someone needs me? Can you please just let me sleep? What is so important?”
the manner in which he barely opened his eyes merely drew a roll of nora’s eyes, fingers digging into his shoulder a bit harsher now in the attempt of forcing him to depart from his slumber and be pulled back towards real life. “ i instantly believe you need your beauty sleep — the bags under your eyes speak louder than words. however my bag in on the other side of the room, and your head resting in my lap is slightly hindering me in getting it. pinky promise that i will be your personal pillow again once you let me get it, though, if that makes you feel better ? ” plump lips pursed together, as her index finger repeatedly started digging into his shoulder, tapping against it in the hope of forcing him awake.
‘ CLOSED STARTER FOR @finnyandthejs.
slender fingers found its way onto his shoulder in order to grasp his attention. although the male was a pure enigma to her, barely even familiar with his name, he was the exact person she had her eyes on right now. “ you deal, right ? ” her words were straightforward, not even attempting to be discrete or evading the subject matter. “ i am out, and i have experienced my philosophy lectures far too consciously today. i would go as far as naming the word desperate, so — what’s your price ? ”
‘ CLOSED STARTER FOR @ajsullivxn.
“ could you have chosen anything worse than this ? ” despite the initial harsh meaning of her words, her tone of voice was laced with pure humour, accompanied by giggles falling from her lips. arms were swung over the balustrade of the balcony, with a cigarette held between two fingers. in the background, it was the soft sounds of music playing, the following having been a song chosen by her companion. “ seriously, next song is my pick again. ”
‘ CLOSED STARTER FOR @eleanor--mathison.
“ don’t you ever wonder what would happen if you weren’t here anymore ? ” legs laid crossed and outstretched on her bed, her back pressed against a pillow that was set to lean against the wall. “ all the things left unsaid, all the experiences left undiscovered, all the people you never met. do you ever think about that ? ” where her eyes had first dreamily flickered up to stare at the ceiling, now they had shifted downwards to meet the pair of eyes of eleanor. “ i always question whether i should be afraid of it, you know ? ”
‘ CLOSED STARTER FOR @tcddylawrence.
the redhead’s slender frame had leaned against the door post, brown hues flickering up to meet with his own. the indifference could be read from her face in response to what most likely would be surprise, at her unexpected visit, as soon as he opened the door, she was quick to speak before he could. “ i know i may not have booked my time slot in your busy friday evenings, but i figured i gave it a go. ” she lifted her hand in which she twirled the blunt between her fingers. “ you have time ? ”
‘ CLOSED STARTER FOR @spencerhamiilton.
stray strands of hair dangled in front of her way, before her index finger reached out to tuck it behind her ear to have her pair of prying chocolate brown eyes aiming in spencer’s direction. “ so let’s propose that in this hypothetical situation i had a spare hundred dollars to blow in one night, ” were the muttered words in order to break the silence within the room, “ what would you say we spend it on ? ”
@noralinder: be the person your dog thinks you are #wordsofwisdom
if you could have dinner with any three people dead or alive who would they be?
“ edgar allan poe, for quite obvious reasons — guy has a strangely dark mind that i would kill to get a brief look into. genghis khan. no further explanation needed. and i’ll invite barack obama. although freddie mercury comes a close second. ”
' SULLY.
“What are you gonna do? Tell on me?” Sully asked the person that had looked in his general direction just as he’d hoovered up the white powdery contents of a line on the wooden tabletop at the campus pub. “If you’re going to get all Racing Against Drugs on me, you can go. But I also don’t mind sharing. More fun that way.”
“ oh, surely. watch your back, mister, because your daddy is gonna find out about this — i will make sure of that, ” she muttered, imitating a tone of voice that nearly combined the soft whines with the usual pretentious voices she had grown sick of hearing. “ not my usual stuff, i might go for a pass. the high ? gotta love the rush. just not in for that downfall afterwards. ”
' MICHAEL.
Two hours, six cups of coffee, and one slice of toast. Michael had been at the small diner for two hours, had consumed six cups of coffee, and only eaten one of the two slices of toast that were on the plate. And he still wasn’t finished with this fucking assignment. He let out a grunt of frustration, erasing and re-shading the same area on the paper before him for the third time in five minutes. He glanced up, noticing that there was someone in the booth across from him, his cheeks immediately flushing. “Sorry,” he murmured, clearing his throat. “I’ll keep my noises to myself. I mean – I just, I’ll be quiet.”
legs were propped up on the remaining, empty areas of the couch within the booth, the pencil she held between her fingers twirled in a sense of boredom and misplacement. the empty coffee cup stood next to her, leaving her with newfound energy that she had no use for. “ don’t apologize, ” she cut him off, stopping him in the midst of his mutters. “ what is causing this frustration deep within anyway ? you seem in the midst of a life or death situation, and in serious need of a fucking break. ”
w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”
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