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i knock the ice from my bones. try not to feel the cold. caught in the thought of that time -- when everything was fine, everything was mine. run with my hands on my eyes, blind, but I'm still alive. free to go back on my own but is it still a home when you're all alone.
dvhliam:
Open event starter !
It was late and the music was blasting from the speakers on deck with something Dahlia has never heard but by the sound of all the screeching, everyone else knew the lyrics by heart. All of it became so overwhelming so fast and she had to take a break, not that she was even part of the spotlight party for long anyway. Kicking her shoes off to the side, Dahlia sat by the dark poolside and swung her legs in. There was a strange kind of comfort here, whether she liked to admit it or not…could be the alcohol talking. It didn’t take long before her moment alone was interrupted by someone else. “If you’re here to push me in, let me just warn you that I have long arms and quick reflexes. Won’t hesitate to drown you.”
“Why the hell would I push you in?” Seraphine said with a raised eyebrow as she sat down next to Dahlia with a drink in her hand as she stuck her bare feet into the dark water, “That’s a waste of my energy and an even bigger waste of my hair should you pull me in too.” The red-head scoffed as she took a drink, “Besides, only frat boys and jealous bitches push each other in.”
xandermoore:
“Oh, I wouldn’t have expected you to do it for free.” Xander assured her with a smile, looking at the girl. He didn’t know if he believed in anything like a tarot reading, but then again, he’d never had one, so who was he to judge? “I’ll pay up now. How much do you charge?” The man asked curiously as he sat down. “I’m interested.”
“I’ll go low and charge you fifteen, just because I’ve got a feeling about you.” Seraphine told him with a cheeky smile as the cards shuffled in her hands, “Tell me, have you ever had any kind of reading before?” She asked as she prepared the cards, placing three in a row starting with the middle, first and last.
greyson-sixx:
Truth be told, Grey was absolutely mesmerized by her artwork. “We, uh… At my tattoo shop… We have a wall at the side of the alley, that you could paint if you wanted…” Grey spoke with a shrug. “You could do whatever you want… But this right here, is pretty fucking cool.”
Seraphine seemed pleased at the idea of a wall she could paint or rather -- that someone wanted her to paint. The redhead smiled at him, relaxing her shoulders from her tense state. “Yeah? Thank you, I appreciate that.” She told him, “I don’t get a lot of people who want me to paint their buildings ... “ Sera mused. She understood where the stipulation came from, most people saw what she did as graffiti and while that wasn’t untrue, she liked to think her art was better and more worldly then that of people who tagged train cars and alleyways.
kyle-hunt:
WHERE: The grocery store WITH: Open
Kyle’s favorite activity at the grocery store was reorganizing the shelves, it was something that didn’t require any social interaction and he could listen to music while doing it. The latter was probably wasn’t the wisest idea. He was coming back from the storage room, his arms carrying as many boxes of cereal he could handle. He closed the storage’s door with his foot before turning to go to the cereal aisle, but as soon as he turned around he bumped into someone, the boxes flying all over. “Shit, sorry!” he said, kneeling to start picking up the boxes. “I guess we’re both lucky that I wasn’t stocking the jam,” he added with a soft chuckle.
Sera looked appalled at the boy, raising an eyebrow at him as he started picking up the boxes that had flown askew. “Perhaps next time, you should keep the airpods out.” The redhead remarked, finally bending down to pick up the last of the boxes and put it them haphazardly on the shelf. “You could’ve caused a more serious problem.”
masonphillipscv:
“Work has been actual hell lately. I could really use a distraction.”
“A distraction? That’s a vague statement,” Sera said, “Be careful what you wish for, fate has funny ways of giving you what you want.”
kramernotcobain:
“I have to say, the one thing I’ve missed about Atlanta is that the music industry here is amazing. People aren’t as fake as they are in LA. I used to come down here all the time when I was younger to record music…writing all my songs in this little notebook - I still have it,” Kurt smiled. “Being back feels so weird. For starters, I feel so fuckin’ old,” he chuckled, speaking to the person sitting across from him.
“Atlanta is one thing, but this town? I don’t know why you’d ever want to come back here,” Seraphine grew up in Crownsville and although she never planned to leave, she didn’t know why anyone would want to come live there. Not when they’ve got other options. “It’s too quiet in this town, if you ask me.”
everybody says there's two kinds of hearts where one loves and one goes to war. some make peace and others get even, no solid ground to stand for.
phillip-walsh:
Phillip couldn’t help but smile at her reply, he’d never really put much thought into psychics or anything of the sort, but there seemed to be one on every other block in back in New York. “Hmph,” he almost scoffed. The way she seemed so purely driven by money almost made him feel she was a fake. “How do I know you’re not just some swindler who’s playing a bit?” He asked, his head cocking to the side as he tried to size her up a little better. Phillip found himself sitting down across from her all the same and pulling his wallet out. This ought to be good, he thought to himself. And if not, at least I’ll have something to laugh at later.
“How do you know I am?” She remarked, raising an eyebrow at him. “If you’re good at something -- never do it for free, right?” Seraphine shrugged her shoulders, “Those readers you see on TV, always doing things for free for no reason other then to progress the plot -- that’s such bullshit.” The redhead stopped shuffling her deck of cards, setting them down in front of her -- she pulled the first card off, laying it down. “The Hierophant, reversed. You have a controlling father figure, don’t you? You want out from under his thumb, out of his control.” Seraphine mused, eyes looking up at him, “ -- that’ll happen, soon. Perhaps not as one wants, though.”
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“ SORRY -- I don’t do readings for free,” The redhead said as she shuffled her tarot cards in her hands -- having just finished up a personal reading in the park. She enjoyed reading the cards in various places much more then she did in her room at Mind’s Eye. Sometimes reading the cards under the sun or the moon made things seem clearer. “You can drop by Mind’s Eye next time I’m there -- or you could pay up now,” Seraphine raised an eyebrow at the other, eyes looking up at them with the cards still shuffling back and forth in her hands, “You look like you could use a little hint of fate,”
niklaus-reign:
Niklaus was sitting at the table, a light blue polaroid camera sitting in front of him as he opened up the packet of instant film and put it into the camera. It was a gift for his seven year old daughter, who’d been wanting one of these cameras for months now. As soon as Niklaus had put the film into the camera, he closed the back up and turned the camera on to see if he’d even put the film in correctly. Before he could even do that though, Nik was accidentally pressing the button on the top of the camera….a bright flash coming from it as it took a picture. “Shit….” he muttered under his breath, looking in the direction of where he’d been aiming the camera in the first place. With his luck, someone was standing there. “Fuck. I’m sorry, that was totally accidental…”
The bright flash currently took Seraphine off guard and she blinked repeatedly for a couple seconds, shaking her head as she laughed softly, “Don’t worry about it -- it’s just a picture, right?” The redhead grinned, “I’m sorry you had to waste your film on this face though, there’s much better things out there to photograph.”
greyson-sixx:
Greyson was just minding his own business, checking a couple text messages that had come through on his phone when something interesting caught his eye. “What is that?” He asked, tilting his shades to get a better look.
Seraphine turned around from the brick wall she was facing and raised an eyebrow at him. “Street art, obviously,” The redhead lowered her can of spray paint, “A mural of the cosmos, if we’re being specific.” Murals were, by far, Seraphine’s favorite. She had done quite a few over the course of her years in Crownsville, but most of the time -- new ownership to the buildings would paint over them, and they’d just be remembered as a sketch in her book.
tamsen-finch:
“You know what’s wild?” She started to say, “–if the sun were made up of bananas or anything, in particular, it would still be a blazing ball of heat,” Tamsen exclaimed.
“I’ve never really thought of the sun being made of anything other then energy .. “ Seraphine mused, “ -- but sure, I suppose that is a wild thought.”
You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.
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