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@mcpelissier
set: friday 5th, between 4:30 and 6pm location: paten stage - vampire weekend availability: open | @astoriastarter
The music festival was Kai’s first, ever. He’d been to a few concerts in his time on earth and countless theatre productions, operas, and other like performances. However, an entire weekend filled with several stages of different artists were yet to be experienced. Normally he would have opted to wait for the experience but his place of employment did not leave him that option. VIP pass with press access hanging from a lanyard around his neck, he stood near the back of the crowd. Kai watched the band with a frown and looked down at the schedule again to double check their name.
“I do not understand. They are called Vampire Weekend, yet none of them appear to be vampires. Nor are their lyrics about vampires or weekends.” He said to anyone within earshot. It was terribly confusing and while he took notes of the performance, he had to admit that he was disappointed by the false advertisement.
There wasn’t the slightest indication in the other person’s features that he was joking, but still, Mia figured he had to be. She glanced up at him, gaze dumbfounded for a while, before a deep laugh poured from her belly. “Yeah, and Cage the Elephant forgot to bring their caged elephant. Too big a cage, and besides, you shouldn’t do that to an elephant anyway.” She deadpanned in response, studying the man’s visage for a while longer because really... was he being serious? Or just an insanely good liar? “Band names are just... weird like that, you know? Usually there’s a funny story behind them, but you shouldn’t read too much into them. Judge the band by their performance instead.”
Jessica Parker Kennedy photographed by Embry Lopez for GENLUX Magazine (2018)
set: saturday 6th, late morning location: festival entrance availability: closed | @mcpelissier
Frankie finished her set on the stage at the festival entrance. While she would much rather be on one of the stages inside, she was over the moon for the opportunity she got. Since it was at the entrance, she was being exposed to so many people and they had her demo for sale inside for a small fee. It was more than she could have dreamed of, even if she had been in that place before. This time she was independent and was doing it all on her own. That was a good feeling. A feeling she was riding high on when she jumped off the stage and headed toward the line to get in with everyone else. “Hey! Do you mind if I squeeze in next to you?” She asked the lovely woman in line. “I’m Frankie. I’m so excited for Chance the Rapper later. I don’t normally like much hip hop but he’s quite the lyricist.” Frankie smiled. “Who are you looking forward to?” She kind of wished she could see all of them at once. It was the only downfall to festivals, you have to pick a performer during the slot if you want to catch the full concert.
Mia had been looking forward to the festival all week, excited to see that side of Astoria – arriving the day before people randomly disappeared had put her in a sour mood. A festival was exactly what she needed, just good music and good energy. Her attention was everywhere and nowhere at all, gaze darting between people, what they were wearing, trying to get a peek of what was waiting behind the entrance. She’d also glanced over to the stage just by the festival entrance a few times, liking the music and wanting to catch a glimpse of the artist she didn’t recognize. She perked up when someone squeezed in beside her, gaze levelling with the other woman’s. “Not at all.” She retorted a bright smile. For a beat, she froze, studying her intently. “Were you – was that you up on stage?” She asked, excitement evident in her voice. “Chance the Rapper is great, I saw him perform in Montreal last year. You definitely won’t be disappointed.” Her smile returned. “I’m really excited for Anderson .Paak, and obviously Megan Thee Stallion tonight – oh, and I’m Mia! Frankie, was it?” She asked again with an extended hand just to make sure she got the name right, words getting swallowed with so many conversations being had around them.
lornanieman:
“Oh I know that feeling all too well, I remember having those days where I would get very little sleep and I would have to go into college and try not fall asleep in the lectures.”She admitted to her. Lorna was about to say that she would love the company when she began to speak. The brunette stayed silent, taking in every word that was coming out of her mouth. “I have to admit with you it’s better to be safe than to be sorry sadly. Although, in my years living here, I never experienced something like it happening before,it’s quite peculiar if you ask me.”
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“Don’t remind me, college was the worst.” Mia chimed in with a half-uttered groan, eyes rolling to emphasize her words. “Good for you, though. I did fall asleep in lectures.” She admitted with a snorted laugh, settling into her seat opposite the other woman as she glanced at her with curious hazel hues. “Better to be safe than sorry, I’ll keep it in mind.” She sighed, and she likely would. Even though it wasn’t her preference to hurry herself with work, her mind never let her down in the end, she felt she might have to get a bit stricter in Astoria when she couldn’t tell whether the world was going to stop working on a whim the next day. “So, this place is cozy.” She lilted, an attempt to nudge the conversation to something more cheerful. “You come here a lot?”
oldatlas:
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Atlas couldn’t deny, a scandal he wasn’t involved in was exactly his kind of entertainment. Sure, he didn’t want anyone he knew to be upset but sometimes you just had to sit back and let the mortals do their thing as you eat popcorn. “Trouble gets such a bad reputation. Trouble means change, someone breaking what has always been known… rebellion. In your case trouble is breaking that wall between people knowing what’s up and people not knowing. Sounds like it would be better everyone knew, then at least everyone gets a say in their role rather than have it picked for them. Certainly sounds like a good thing to me.” He doesn’t elaborate on the other two, knowing he could twist their meanings in the same way just as easily. He sips from his drink, noting how quickly the hypothetical of the situation left to be replaced with the reality this girl was going through. Family drama was a wild scenario for someone who never had one of his own. “Are you the secret lover child or is she?” he can’t help but ask, wondering what he would prefer to be. “If a wound can be reopened it never healed in the first place,” he points out. Her laugh makes him grin, glad to see even the unfortunate situation she found herself in didn’t get rid of her humor. “Excuse me, lets not forget Lindsey and Lindsey spent time together at camp before they realized they were twins. It took them showing photos of their parents for them to work out they’re even related.”
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“I hear you.” Mia admitted, but pulled her shoulders up in just the slightest shrug, finger tracing the rim of her glass absent-mindedly before her eyes shot up at the stranger in front of her again. “But I’d just rather not be at the receiving end of it.” That wasn’t entirely true, Mia simply didn’t like not knowing what she was up against. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fight to unite her family, it had been her father’s dying wish after all, and she was confident her mother had secretly always longed for the same. But all of it had resulted in a burden she now carried on her shoulders, when no one had ever really asked if she wanted to carry it in the first place. However, with her pack gone and her parents dead, did she really have much of a choice? The whole deal left her queasy and even more reluctant to act than she always was when she couldn’t assess the situation first.
The man’s question drew her out of her thoughts and back into a fit of giggles. “I think I am. Well, my parents were married, which kinda ruins the notion.” She mused. “They just weren’t supposed to get married.” Rather, their downfall had been their love, but those were technicalities Mia didn’t want to go into lest he figured out who she was related to. Who knew how long he’d been around, and how many people he’d gotten to know. He was fun to talk to, but even with a few drinks in, Mia wasn’t about to drop her guard. “That’s what makes the movie so stupid. The whole time you’re just sat there thinking, do you own a mirror? But I guess if they did, there would be no movie.”
charliekwensi:
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“I’m a beer kind of woman, unless I’m searching for something stronger, but today I could settle for just a couple of beers,” she could take that, and in case her new company for the night would be okay with it, the two beers she ordered would become a great start. If not, then, Charlotte could drink them both by herself and order something else for her. And then, though she usually would restrain from doing so, Charlotte offered her hand for the other woman to shake it. “Charlie. And I already know that you’re worth my time, I can sense it.” She didn’t, but she could sell that idea, just as much as she could sell her acting while shooting scenes with others, making the audience, cast and crew believe in the feelings offered. “I think the cupid hasn’t been working lately, a lot of single people reaching the bars tonight.”
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"A woman of my own heart.” Mia cracked a lopsided smile in response to her suggestion to have a couple of beers. “Sometimes, I like to order wine and pretend I know what I’m doing when all I really know is how to choose by colors. But nothing beats a cold beer at the end of the day.” Not that her work days were really defined with how her creativity came in surges, but she definitely liked to celebrate a good few hours’ of work with a drink. Leaning in to shake Charlie’s hand, her hold was firm but not tight, skin soft to the touch. “It’s nice to meet you, Charlie. I’m Mia.” Her words made her grin, doubting somehow she could sense it, but you didn’t really need intuition to figure that a beer and a pretty face would make for a good time. “Maybe people are finally letting go of the idea Cupid will just swing by and help them out. Personally, I prefer to take matters into my own hands.”
jameshorton:
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He was a romantic at heart; it was crystal clear in his reactions through all of this relationships. And although they all had their share of important in his life and caused him to learn more about loving someone and being there for them; Zoey gave him a different direction. The moment their relationship switched and they were no longer just friends: he knew. In the most cheesy way, he just knew. And that was also the reason why it was so hard to find something good enough for her, or something that would ease his mind that it was the best gift to offer her still trying to accept the idea of going slow, though it seemed that had been fading away lately. His mind was everywhere, not even aware that he was standing in front of valentine’s cards until someone brought him back to reality. “Oh– no, no! I wouldn’t give her a card, I think that after offering a song, a card would be… lazy,” he chuckled. “But I could find one just for the giggles.”
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“Damn. That’s how high you set the bar?” Mia’s eyes widened, but her shock was mostly feigned, she did find it cute. “You must really be into that girl.” She teased, despite not knowing the man, she could never quite resist adding pushing the boundaries a bit, she found it actually made for better conversation when it got people laughing. And if it scared some away, then so be it. “Yeah, get one for the giggles, you can’t go wrong with that. Let’s see...” Her attention was reverted back to the array of cards, humming lightly until she found a corner that amused her. “A food-themed card, maybe? I love you a little s’more every day? If the l-word comes on too strong, maybe you’re flantastic. Then again, you did offer her a freaking song.”
zomartinez:
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“I think if that were the case then we’d have to offer more than discounts but smaller class sizes too,” she pointed out with a smile, glad that that wasn’t the case with everyone having come back and slowly trickling back in as well. It was a slow start back to normal but it was better than the week before where no one knew what was going on or if anyone was going to come back again. Still, she was glad that the other was still speaking so that she could focus on them rather than on the loss that still ached a bit and had her itching to text Seamus just to check up on him. “If it helps, I’ve only ever been to a boxing gym so you might have one up on me when it comes to swimming or other sports,” she teased with a smile in hopes of settling some of the insecurities that the other might have felt about a new gym. “I basically grew up in here so there’s plenty that I would go-to but maybe we start with something a bit more beginner? There are personal trainers or classes, some of them are good if you like that high intensity stuff or if you’re actually wanting to learn to box — we can do that too.”
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“And that would be bad for business.” She retorted, mirroring her smile. “A little, yeah. But I’m not here to swim, so you’re probably still going to bust my ass.” Mia laughed heartily. She didn’t actually have too many insecurities about that happening, she appreciated a good workout and if others just happened to put her to shame, it was simply a reminder to keep up the work. She was usually a good sport about that kind of stuff, after all, she’d been into sports for as long as she could remember and competition was always going to be around. She reveled in success, but getting knocked down every now and then was just another lesson learned. “You’ve got me intrigued now. I’d love to give boxing a go.”
skylcrmcrtinez:
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“Oh but where’s the fun in that.” Skye protested with a groan–wanting to know if others had gotten lucky, ended up with a mysterious stranger for a magical weekend, found their one true love while she’d gotten ridiculously wasted instead. She blamed the holiday, rather than fixating on what it really meant for her. “Can’t say you don’t kiss and tell and then say it was rather successful.” Cradling her cup of coffee, Skye attempted a sip before confirming that it was, in fact, still too scalding. “No can do cap’n.” Perked up though at the mention of ordering something greasy, and even more so when it was offered as the other’s treat, but her eyes narrowed in suspicion–mostly for a playful effect but also a hint of sincerity. Her natural distrust towards others, keeping all at arm’s length. “Do I know you? You owe me a favor? Are you some hangover Saint from the Heavens? Or am I dead and this is when my afterlife starts?”
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“Something tells me you’re trying to fill the void that is having had a crappy Valentine’s Day yourself, and it’s not a good look.” The words may have sounded harsher than Mia had really intended them to be, but she added a crooked smile that she hoped would take the edge off a little, for the intention was truthfully just to taunt the other woman a little. “Let’s just say considering I landed here about two weeks ago, I’m doing well for myself.” She hummed, unable to resist breathing just the tiniest chuckle as she snatched both menus, one of which she shoved over to the woman in front of her, the other she briefly skimmed. “Hangover Saint from the Heavens. I’ll take that.” The brunette mused with another snicker, hazel eyes flickering with intrigue. “I’m just being polite, trying to make a new friend. The thing you do when you’re new in town?”
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charliekwensi:
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“I don’t actually, but if that was the case then good for you. It’s a waste of time to share it with someone who isn’t worthy of it,” Charlie raised her hand asking for the bartender and with a grin over her lips ordered a beer for herself before focusing on the woman next to her. Offering words that she wasn’t expecting and yet, had been melody to her ears. At least the plan of enjoying her night out during that day wouldn’t be a disappointment.
“Can I buy you something to drink? And you can see it for yourself if the view is better or not,” the night was just starting and Charlie didn’t mind spending some time with the stranger in front of her. Worst case scenario, she’d just have to walk away and end up with someone else that night.
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Mia glanced at the other woman through hooded lids, mirroring her grin. She nodded her head in agreement, grin slowly morphing into a smirk. “Words to live by.” She declared, finding quite a bit of delight in the other’s company already. Other than to enjoy herself, Mia had neither hopes nor expectations for the night, finding that a mind free of such constraints was exactly what one needed to have a good time. Case in point, she hadn’t taken notice of the other woman until she’d taken up the seat beside her, and now, Mia found she had little interest in anyone but her. “I’ll have whatever it is you’re having. And then we shall see if I’m as worthy of your time as you are of my attention.”
Jessica Parker Kennedy as Melissa Glaser in The Secret Circle “Family” (1.22)
*makes eye contact with a pretty girl for more than 5 seconds* me: yes,,, my soul mate. i can not believe it, here in this Burger King
oldatlas:
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Going to bars that were not his own was rather an experience for the vampire. The fact he couldn’t sit on top of the hard wooden surface and overlook the customers flooring in and out of it was rather annoying, he did love to people watch. Plus he had to actually wait for a drink like everyone else rather than step behind the bar to make it himself. A drag it was but he did get to meet new people, ones who did not frequent his own club. Atlas loved to make new friends, and somehow he’d found the perfect spot on the bar to draw someone’s attention, giving him one of the most interesting dilemmas to comment on. As a child who is clueless to his heritage he certainly would never find himself in the situation himself, but he could imagine it.
“Both.” He raised a brow as he did his drink, sipping from the cocktail glass to give himself a moment to think. The liquor would do little to his system, burning off quicker than it could get him drunk, but it tasted better than a simple juice for sure. “But that does not necessarily mean it is a bad thing,” he elaborated, tipping his glass slightly her way, pointing with his finger as he continued to talk “sometimes trouble is exactly what is needed. A collision of sorts. Once the damage is done, you can only heal, and often as one.” A beat passed “tell me, does it all unfold like the classic 1998 film Parent Trap staring Lindsey Lohan and Lindsey Lohan?”
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Mia narrowed her eyes as she listened to the other offer his advice, if it could be referred to as such, for she knew what had drawn him in was the entertaining aspect of her dilemma. She was briefly distracted by his drink tipping over into her personal space, not because she was worried he might spill it, but because her mind was already preoccupied with picking her next poison. “Trouble, collision, damage. How exactly is none of that a bad thing?” She whined, pondering over his notion of healing. After a good few seconds, she shook her head adamantly. “That doesn’t make sense, you can’t heal from something you didn’t even know you were suffering from. My s– half-sister doesn’t know I exist. As for our mother, that’s not healing either, just reopening a wound that doesn’t need to be reopened.” She was dangerously close to regretting having started this conversation, but then his next comment made her snort a laugh. “Mhm, because being twins wouldn’t be a dead giveaway.”
devonbelmont:
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devon weighs the question for a moment, shifting her head from side to side in thought. “sometimes,” she answers. “mostly around full moons, though. which is pretty self-explanatory, all things considered.” not that witches were tied to the moon as much as wolves were – devon doesn’t think she’d be able to make peace with that level of ownership. but magic had its own ties to the world. “my brothers had their moments growing up,” she responds, as if the information would make it that much more obvious. “they’re family, don’t get me wrong. and i do love them or whatever. but they were assholes.” there’s a begrudging look on her face, almost as if she’s exaggerating the strife between her and her brothers just for the sake of upholding the rivalries.
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“I see.” She mused in response, a pause between those words and the ones she spoke next. “Although I wouldn’t equate full moons with madness.” Mia countered, making no secret of the fact full moons not only came as naturally to her as breathing did, but she certainly saw beauty in them, too. But that was the mind of a girl who belonged to the moon, shedding her skin and trading it for fur was no curse to her, it was her very nature. The anecdote about the other woman’s brothers made Mia snicker. “Right, brothers. I heard stories of how they can be a pain growing up. I was an only child, although I always had family around me. Just not necessarily the kind related by blood.”