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[casscooke]

Cassie knew her shift at the t-shirt shop was the next morning so last night she went to sleep really early. Waking up this morning she felt refreshed and ready to start the day. She was hoping to socialize with her housemates more today now that she was in better spirits. Deciding on a simple white top and blue jean shorts she put her hair up in a ponytail and made her way downstairs to greet everyone. “Hey, I’m off for my first shift at the t-shirt shop, wish me luck!” she joked. It wasn’t that she was nervous about her first day more so getting recognized for her work as a stripper. she wasn’t ashamed of her work but didn’t want to cause any problems for everyone else. 

[kwaamiis]

               “ gross, you’re making me lose my appetite... almost. “

[14124869]

No era tan tarde cuando decidió salir de su cuarto por un paseo. El lugar no era lo suficientemente hermoso para salir a dar un paseo por puro gusto, pero encerrarse en su pieza, mientras no fuera por trabajos, tampoco era la mejor opción para él, una persona tan inquieta. Esperaba en el camino encontrar a alguien con quien hablar, quién fuese. Si veía a Demi, le invitaría por unos tragos, si encontraba Andrew, buscaría la manera de molestarle (después de todo no era muy bueno con las palabras), si se topaba con Victor, jugaría con él y Wick, siempre era divertido ver a Victor y su fiel amigo. 

La verdad era que, fuese quien fuese que se topara en su camino planeaba interceptarle y hacer que sus planes cambiasen para estar con él un rato. Así terminó llegando a lo que era el comedor del lugar, donde todes solían esperar cuando tenían alguna partida a la cual acudir. No había mucho tránsito por ahí a esas horas, por no decir nada, pero entonces sintió los pasos de alguien retumbar en el piso, por lo que se alzó a mirar en busca de quién sería el dueño de las pisadas. Cuando le encontró, saludó: 

          ー¿Qué tal, qué te trae por aquí? ーsu sonrisa iba de oreja a oreja y su voz salía en un tono alegre, casi juguetón.

@rresidem  ♡

[loralailunas]

Brown hues glued themselves to the MacBook screen in front of her, fingers typing quickly at the keyboard, sending the lastest vlog off to the editor as she finished up the touches on the photo she had to post to Instagram. This was the part that no one talked about, the part she hated, where she pointed out every flaw on her own body and pulled it to where it should have fit. Loralai caught a figure out of her peripheral, only assuming it was the employee coming to take her order -- at least, by the clothes, she’d guessed. Fucking finally. “Half Caff Mocha latte, two splendas not sugar, three creams,” she barked out, a hand coming up to wave them away, her eyes never leaving the screen, though she hadn’t seen them budge. A sigh came from her lips as she looked away from her laptop, her tone annoyed as she spoke. “Well? What the hell are you waiting for, an invitation?”

[roscline-blog]

‘ can you believe my luck ?’ the whine fell from her parted lips as she ran a hand through her long, dark hair. ‘ the day we’re supposed to start on this adventure, or whatever you want to call it, and i couldn’t get my full eight hours of beauty sleep last night. i only got four hours of sleep. four ! it’s reprehensible, truly. ’ her lips formed a scowl as she rummaged through her bag, pulling out a deep, red lipstick and reapplying for what had to be the tenth time that morning. ‘ i just hope there’s something decent to do in minneapolis. perhaps a casino to gamble at or some shops to peruse ?’ smacking her lips together and putting her lipstick away, safely concealed in her louis vuitton bag, she reached her hand out and grabbing her companion’s, giving it a slight squeeze. ‘ but hey, at least we managed to get out of that dead beat town, right ? on to better places, hopefully. ’

[liarshymn-blog]

OPEN STARTER ||

     ( &. ) ❝ ...I will sing for a memory of days happier than these, & prophecy may tell us that time is unforgiving but one day, we will find a dream to last to dawn, a song that will lead us on our way, to a future that we may forge for ourselves-- ❞ Kaveh strums the strings of his mandolin with a thoughtful caress, the last notes mingling with his voice as they faded away. Song finished, the bard sits a moment to catch his breath, then finally raises his head to gaze about the tavern, offering small smiles where he met the gaze of a patron, dutifully nodding to those who responded to his sudden silence with light applause. The life of a bard was truly not thankless, though tedious.

[leavelle-blog1]

“Hagamos esto: Tú me dices tus síntomas y yo hago lo posible por ayudarte a pesar de que estoy en mi hora libre, ¿te parece?”