#alwd.starter

[rianbordelon]

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Rian: https://66.media.tumblr.com/86b88de1fd4158bc5795c6384551fcf6/c5545e6d4537884c-a3/s640x960/1117aed5ebd1cefa3aa7de74662459d166291ad8.jpg

Rian: wroNG PERSON

Rian: lets ignore that

[tylcrhunter]

Tyler was, to say the least, exhausted. He’d gotten off work for Thanksgiving but other than that he’d been working all week without a break. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, something he was used to by now, but it was taking its toll on him. Finally, after being on his feet all morning, it was time for his lunch break at the Greasy Spoon. He wasn’t really hungry, but he grabbed a cup of coffee and a small slice of pie anyway. As he sat down in one of the booths near the window, he poked at the dessert with his fork and stared down at it, considering taking a bit but deciding against it, at least for now.

He took a sip from his coffee, black, no cream or sugar, both hands cupped around the mug. Tyler enjoyed the warmth of the cup, basking in that heat for a brief moment before he heard someone clear their throat above him. He didn’t even lift his gaze to see who it was, instead holding the mug to his mouth and staring straight ahead. “I’m on break,” He murmured, taking another sip of the coffee. “I’ve still got twenty-five minutes.” 

[noahtheriot]

“Y’know I swear I left ‘er right there. Tied ‘er up an’ everything. Y’ go and get one meatball sub, an’ suddenly--boom, they’re too bored to wait.” Noah wasn’t necessarily talking to anyone, as he was letting the stream of consciousness fill the air with his worry as he searched around the scrub and grass outside of the collection of businesses. He’d been walking one of his younger gators, the harness securing it to the post on the outskirt of the parking lot, but all that was left was the tattered remains of the lead. He didn’t worry about Elphaba getting frisky with anyone, she was docile as a kitten, but she hadn’t been out on her own before and he didn’t want her to get hurt. He caught someone walking by from the corner of his eye, and turned towards them, “You, there. You seen a gator wandering around with a pink harness on?”

[luxanahale]

Lux’s voice was low as she spoke on the phone. “I told you, I can’t take your calls during the day. You need to call me about this at night when I can talk privately.” She sighed, “I suggest you-” she stopped and turned around when she heard someone behind her. “-call our store tomorrow when I’m in and I’ll check on the shipment of your favorite coffee beans. Have a nice day.” She hung up and slipped her phone into her back pocket. “That’s the problem with small town customers, a bunch of them know my cell phone number.” She gave a small attempt at a smile and nodded toward the small stage a short distance away where people were gathering. “Do you know what the show is tonight?”

[adricnamercan]

There truly was one thing that Adriana loved about research and it was the ability to lose herself in the process. She had adored the long research papers she completed in college. When she wrote her novels, she fell into the process and delighted in everything she found. Stats, fact sheets, and first hand accounts of all subjects excited her. Perhaps if her career as an author had not worked out she would have pursued a career in history and research. This passion was currently serving her well as she completely dove into the process of researching the Preacher Man’s murders. Records covered the table at the Historical Society which included articles in various newspapers, released reports from the police, and interviews with people who knew the victims and those who discovered the scenes. A kindly assistant was currently trying to find the papers that belonged to the parish that held other information about the victims. Information from the various censuses, birth records and other papers that would trace their life until their death were on her way to her. How all of this fascinated her! Adriana was truly not paying attention to her surroundings and did honestly think the person who approached her was the kindly elderly assistant with her requested reports. “You can just set them right there, thank you so much.” Her gaze did not lift from the article she was studying. Though she did speak with such a warm regard for the help. 

[pagingdrmatthews]

@castillovalentina​

“Good morning, Valentina,” Luke said as he’d entered the private exam room. He had her file loaded on the tablet and was scrolling to figure out what the reason for her visit was, not seeing one. "I’m Doctor Matthews, you can call me Dr. Luke if you want,” a few of his younger patients seemed to be more comfortable calling him by his first name and well, he didn’t have any issues with that and always made sure to offer it in an attempt to get them comfortable with him and make the situation lighter than he’s aware a doctor visit can be.

After he’d placed the tablet down on the countertop, he pulled his chair out towards the exam table where Valentina sat and sat down on it. “I see you didn't put down what this visit is about. What can I do for you?”

[pagingdrmatthews]

@marijonescott​

This was the first time he’d be making this trip to the Historical Society. In fact, he wouldn’t have done so without the explicit permission of his patient. You see, this visit was far from ordinary. His patient had recently been diagnosed with Huntington’s, an inherited rare condition, but to the best of their ability hadn’t known if anyone in their family line had it. So that was his mission today, to come into the HS and figure out if there’s been any records of anyone denoted with the symptoms of Huntington’s.

Walking straight towards the first person he’d seen that seemed to be working here. He asked Marisol, “hey there. You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find anything on the families of the Parish, would you?”