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Luna Shaw. Twenty-Seven. Dancer. Owner of Table 26.

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rivercastillo‌:

@northroxtonstart​

It’s their second hot-toddy. River didn’t even really like them. Hand over fist, a splash of brandy into a piping hot cup of cider was the way to go. With cheeks reddened from their second chair lift ride, it was impossible not to enjoy the blast of heat from the many fireplaces inside the lodge. “Mmm.” Lids slipped shut over hazy blues while they did their best to savor the flavor of the lemon. Honestly? Someone could have slipped them hot sludge and they’d probably have savored it just as well. “Thank the cosmos that I’m not on call tonight.” Settling back into one of the larger, over-stuffed sofas, River kicked their feet up onto the coffee table before them- hot-toddy still in hand… And nearly empty. “I am definitely having another one of these. No, wait.” They’d shook their head. “Not one of these. Something else. Something better.” With a glint in their eye, they turned to smile at the other person. “Suggestions?”

"How did you manage to get out of that one? I’d think everyone was scrambling to take the night off considering today’s events.” Practically the entire town had come together for the festivities and anyone who was sorely missed only had their employers to blame, though Luna supposed that saving their sorry asses from a potential fire took precedence. It was too bad, really. “I’m always down for a little wine, but that doesn’t feel quite festive enough, does it?” She considered cider, spiked hot chocolate, and a variety of other options before settling on the simplest one possible: “We could go see what hard liquor is available, if you really want to get a bit messy.”

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christiangarzax‌:

— @northroxtonstart

Christian thumbed over the bruised, cut knuckles of his right hand, slightly wincing as torn skin caught on his rough movement. Luckily, he could pass them off as part of the job — the one where he harvested Christmas trees at Evergreen Passage, and not the one where he smuggled drugs from across the Canadian border. It was the latter that caused his current situation, a shipment mishap that resulted in a physical altercation. One of many. 

Finally, catching the eye of another, he shoved his hands into the pockets of the large black ski jacket covering his frame. “Damn tree nearly fell on me,” he shrugged, painting on an uncharacteristically friendly grin. “Have you been up to Evergreen to get one yet? I know it’s not even Thanksgiving, but the good ones go fast.” Christian had learned long ago that in order to do what he did successfully, he needed to blend in. He needed to be nothing more than the humble, maybe slightly mysterious, tree farmer. 

It’s brief, the duration of time in which she observes his injury, albeit none of her business in the end and thus she considers glancing away as soon as dark hues relegate upon her own. But she doesn’t, his address of her peeping enough to force out a confident response rather than shrinking away. Luna had never been that woman after all: meek, docile, hesitant. “I haven’t, though I was considering it for the restaurant. I just prefer not to put the carriage before the horse, because as you said... It’s not even Thanksgiving and I worry some might protest.” Her employees included. “But it sounds like people are really starting the festivities early this year. That must be great for you. It’s good business, tree injuries aside of course.”

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devynkincid‌:

Devyn had teased with the idea of going outside to join those who had chosen to sky and hang by the fires, but with the liquor being served inside for the most part — she felt nothing out there was worth her while. Evidently by the empty glasses before her, she was starting to feel good. “You know what they should have here — a beer pong table. Pour some of that cider in there and I’d be down in playing a game. Honestly, it’s probably better than the dancing.” She said with a little laugh as she eyed the nearest person to her side. “I mean, we can practically start a game ourselves. You think you’d be game?” @northroxtonstart​

Before the accident, Luna had once considered herself to be an aficionado for true partying–– after all, her inner circle boasted famous faces and some of the grandest celebrations around. However, the one thing which had always remained a past time regardless of social status or peers was a rousing game of beer pong. Nobody could resist it, regardless of how posh they might deem themselves. “Only if you’re ready to lose.” She responded to the woman nearby, a sort of slyness to her words before offering up a disarming smile. “Then again,” hues flitted to a nearby pair of men drinking and chatting by the fireplace. “If we team up, who knows. Maybe we’ll inspire others... Do you want to ask them or should I?”

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[lunashaw-blog]

* // ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ʙʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ, 𝟸𝟽, ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ, sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ— ❝ there goes [ ʟᴜɴᴀ sʜᴀᴡ], the [ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-sᴇᴠᴇɴ] year old, [ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ 𝟸𝟼 ]. they’ve been running around north roxton for [ 𝟸 ʏᴇᴀʀs ] and have got quite the reputation, you see. i’ve heard they’re [ ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ] + [ sᴏᴘʜɪsᴛɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ], but some say they can also be [ ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ ] + [ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ]. i guess we’ll just have to find out for ourselves, won’t we? if you see them around, be sure to say hello! ❞ — ( ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ, 𝟸𝟼, ᴘsᴛ, sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ)

[ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs ] — bright red wine stain on a stark white carpet, purple and blue ballet bar bruises, a silk coat braced against harsh wind, laughter that sounds like wind chimes, the hopefulness in fear

[ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ] —

Formerly a professional dancer with expertise in a variety of styles, Luna performed back up for a plethora of famous stars and on some of the world’s most iconic stages. She ran with the glitz and glamor of minor fame, and her life was extraordinary until a horrible accident during rehearsal completely obliterated all that she knew.

A shattered ankle left her out of the game for several months and she could never quite gather the strength necessary to return to her former glory. Everything was always just a fraction of a step off-beat, a hint out of place, and choreographers who demanded perfection always took notice.

Relocating to her mother’s retirement town of North Roxton in an effort to rebuild herself and place distance between a former dream and reality, Luna opted to open up a wine tasting restaurant with her surplus of funds. After all, cost of living in Michigan is far different than New York.

She opened up Table 26 and actually named it after her most requested booth back at her favorite restaurant in the big apple, the one she would always take friends to and holds the fondest memories for, even now.

She currently lives alone and honestly prefers it that way, it allows her the solitude to practice former routines and relive the glory days of a fantastical life which is no longer hers to claim. It’s bittersweet in many ways.

She is open to ALL types of connections!!

[supagirl]