"you're lying.... please tell me it's not true. not nix. please? they're lying. it's not true."

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"you're lying.... please tell me it's not true. not nix. please? they're lying. it's not true."
open starter location - diner time - 4 pm (can still be event themed if you'd like)
days of doing the same things began driving kourt up the walls. wake up; go to work. off work; go to bar. she didn't feel like she really had a life outside of work, and that's saying something considering the state of the world. her days felt like a blur, with only the occasional social interactions of people coming to pick up horses. she was tired of being tired.
as she slumped herself into a chair, she let out a long sigh. "can't anything exciting ever happen?" she was talking to herself, she did that quite a lot. "i'm sure i'm going to regret saying that pretty soon." to an outsider, she probably sounded crazy, but it was true. with fedra walking around, it was only a moment's peace before they barged in to ruin the fun. "give it time." now she was reassuring herself, and she was sure she might actually be going bore crazy. 'oh shit, a person just heard everything i said'. "uh, did you hear that?" she looked up and questioned them, completely embarrassed.
[ kat graham ] – have you heard about [ kourt stone ]? [ she/her ] lives at the qz. i think they’ve lived there for [ eighteen years ]. they’re [ thirty ] yrs old and seem very [ nurturing ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ assertive ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ barn manager ]. they often daydream about [ drinking a mimosa on the beach ]. i’m curious to know more. | vi. cst. she/her.
“we’re all a little damaged, aren’t we?”
songs
bitches broken hearts - billie eilish
lonely - noah cyrus
silver springs - fleetwood mac
drown - bring me the horizon
safe & sound - taylor swift
fast car - tracy chapman
beautiful day - u2
movies
matilda
clueless
the pursuit of happiness
finding nemo
raise your voice
[ kat graham ] – have you heard about [ kourt stone ]? [ she/her ] lives at the qz. i think they’ve lived there for [ eighteen years ]. they’re [ thirty ] yrs old and seem very [ nurturing ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ assertive ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ nurse ]. they often daydream about [ drinking a mimosa on the beach ]. i’m curious to know more. | vi. cst. she/her.
💙 ( kourt !)
"in this world? three? ok— uh, i'm grateful for my babies, i'm grateful for the bartenders that work the shifts when i get off, but most importantly i'm grateful that my sister found her way back to me. that's number one, actually. i guess i'm learning to be grateful again."
closed starter - @oftravisx location - travis' apartment time - 9 pm
trying to find food was tiring enough, but not finding any? that was exhausting. kourt was mentally broken as she finished up a search at an abandoned apartment that came up empty. her ego was bruised and she felt defeated, on top of the thunderous sound her stomach was making. she felt like she had no option but to seek help, but from who? she hadn't seen or heard from anyone in days, where did they go? she resorted to her last hope, and shuffled her feet to the nearest door of a person she knew. with immediate regret, she knocked on the door. once it opened, she let out a slight groan as she looked to the man. "listen— don't say anything. do you have food?"