STARTER BLOG.

[londonxxcalling]

location: a stall in Camden Market time: around noon tagging: @londonstartershq

Camden Market was one of Rhiannon’s favorite places to shop in London. She never knew what she would find there, which made every trip a surprise. Right now, she was at a stall selling clothes, her eye being caught by a particularly pretty shawl. Stopping to try it on, she pulled out her cellphone to admire her own reflection in the camera. Wanting a second opinion, she turned to the nearest person passing by. “What do you think?” she asked, giving a slow twirl so the other person could see it on her from all angles. “Does it suit me?”

[londonsladies]

@londonisopenhq​

“oh —shit.” knees gave way as elliot dropped behind the pool table — really, a legendary move. okay, she’d already had a few drinks, so maybe that was affecting her decision making just a little bit. but then again, terrible choices was pretty on brand for the brunette, regardless of how inebriated she was. but right now, this felt like a better option than the guy she’d spotted at the bar seeing her. she’d run into him before, and while elliot was a notorious flirt, the guy was a weirdo, and she really didn’t want to deal with having to fend him off yet again. so yes, she was hiding. probably in someone’s way, but for the moment, that was secondary.

[rhys-davies]

Location: in front of the Pret’a’manger Time: early evening, just before closing @londonstartershq​

Rhys was still biting away at his sandwich when he was asked to leave the place. 

He liked how spacious it was, and even though it was busy, and the food wasn’t so cheap, he really liked their juices. 

He was jumping from toe to toe as he was ushered out of the door. 

He extended his apologies multiple time, and took place on a bench right in front of the store, still nibbling away at his bread, and also holding his juice in his free hand. 

He easily looked like a fool. 

He looked up when a random individual passed. 

“Oh, if you were thinking about grabbing a coffee, they just closed. But you can have a sip of my juice if you want?” 

He was talking at the speed of a race-car. 

[keptfacade]

location: anywhere, really time: in the evening sometime tagging: @londonstartershq

It had been a day. Honestly, she was glad that it was over. Not only had her co-pilot today absolutely gone on her last nerve, but she had also managed to ruin her best work blouse even before takeoff. The looks she had gotten on her way home on the tube had not exactly been great either - most people just weren’t used to someone having a huge red stain on a white piece of clothing. And the look she received at the moment had her raise a single brow before she even commented. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s just tomato soup. I didn’t murder anyone.” Though, admittedly, that would probably be exactly what someone would say if they had murdered someone.