#angeles:start

[throughbrokenreflections]

It was his day off but still everything was work, everything was a responsibility. His laptop was open, fingers abusing the keyboard as if it had offended him in an unthinkable way and it deserved nothing but torture. He was hidden in the corner of the small diner – a habit of his training, he always had to have eyes on all exits of a place. He always had to look for a corner. Despite the fact that he was writing his story and it looked as if he was lost in it – his dream of being a writer turning into nothing more than a hobby – he kept attention to all of his surroundings. A housewife annoyed with her husband, a teenager who believed that putting on the wrong lipstick was as brutal as facing the forth horseman of the apocalypse and a man who was scratching lottery tickets as if he hadn’t done it many times before and as if he was still believing he would win.  They seemed to be harmless. Harmless enough for him to focus on his laptop for a moment – a moment no longer than a sharp intake of breath. It proved to be a mistake, he was caught off guard when he felt someone spilling a hot beverage on his lap. Thankfully, he knew how not to show pain. “ If you cannot take care of your own drink, perhaps you should ask for assistance.” Jughead remarked through gritted teeth as finally decided to tear his eyes away from the bright screen.

[wickedtcwns]

   mornings weren’t very easy for him. THE MEMORIES WERE STILL THERE, it didn’t look like they were going away anytime soon  - his father’s death, everything that had came after that.. they still haunted him, even so far away from riverdale even after tiring himself out the previous night - writing any lyric that came to mind that could possibly be used for a song later on, archie still couldn’t sleep. and so, he turned to the only other thing that he knew calmed him down eventually, which was training. he had done his best to keep even some version of the fred andrews community center opened in here and it seemed that.. so far, he had succeeded. it was good, to do this.. all in the name of having a few moments to himself.. to train, to take his mind off how much he missed riverdale, his mom, his friends. jughead, veronica, betty, even vegas and everyone else. there was nothing he could do about it, archie told himself; over and over again, as he kicked the punching bag, until his knuckles turned red. he should have worn gloves, yes, but.. right now, he couldn’t bother himself to care. turning around at the sound of footsteps, archie threw a smile in the other’s direction, before returning his attention to the punching bag. “we open pretty early so if you want to try for a class with me, we can do it now.”

[glcryngcre]

Faith stepped into the park, letting her bare feet drag along the damp grass. Nothing was the same as it had been in Montana. There, in her idealized world, there was grass as far as the eye could see. Hazy grey skies and pure... well, bliss. A small smile that didn’t reach her eyes, before she dragged a palm against a tree. Smooth bark against her fingertips, the girl fighting for a connection to the earth, to the tree, to anything. But no, she was lost here. And so was everyone else. Her little portion of Joseph’s Flock scattered, cut off from her and her world she made just for them. 

Ungrateful, just like LA. Yet, she supposed there were those that were always drawn to the light, other lost souls attempting to create their own congregation of solace. Just like the one behind her, footsteps too heavy on the earth for her not to notice. 

“Were you looking at something?” She asked, eyes wide as she turned towards them. 

[daringspirits]

Cassandra quietly ducked into the teashop, having stared at the menu outside for a long time. She still wasn’t entirely sure what all those lattes were like but today wasn’t the day that she would try one. Today she was having assam. She needed it. She ordered her drink then weaved through the crowd, seating herself at a table for the teapot and tea to come to her— and the ginger cake slice that she’d chosen. She smiled as the waiter set down her items before noticing the person walking past. 

“You can sit here too,” Cass called out, shrugging as she did so.

[tr4shmouthtozier]

the best thing about his job, other than the fact that he actually got paid to tell dumb jokes and run his mouth in front of people who were willingly listening to him, was the fact that richie mostly worked evenings. his working hours ranged from anywhere between six and eleven pm, which meant that richie more often than not had his days free.  this day in particular richie was dedicating his free hours to his skateboard, a take away coffee mug in his hand because the only thing he’d actually managed to learn in college was that caffeine was the key to being a functioning human being, as he rolled down the streets of la.  however, for about five seconds, richie’s attention was left adrift by a horrible patterned shirt in a shop window, and he wasn’t brought back until there was a loud noise of a car honking at him, and then richie’s face collided with the ground, coffee spilling out over the asphalt in front of him.  “ouch, fuck?” he called out, as he sat up and rubbed a hand over his bleeding nose, watching as the car drove straight off down the road. “what the fuck, man!?” he yelled after the car because yes, richie, he can definitely hear you. “my fucking grandma drives better than you and she’s been dead for ten years!”

[soulbrcke]

clutching her body close to the ladder, sabrina had reached out to attempt and sliding the book into it’s proper position on the shelf. it would have been much simplier to use magic but due to the current size of the crowd within the walls of the library, this was not an option. but as her tiny frame continued the attempt, her foot had slipped, her grip on the ladder loosened as she let out a scream. the witch braced herself for the impact, regretting picking up this shift.

[xtinyslip]

since finding herself stuck here without the legends or the wave rider, she didn't really know what to do but giving up wasn't an option. all she knew was that she had to get back to them one way or another. at first she was worried that everything oliver had done was for nothing but the world seemed to be spinning just fine. she just had no idea what was actually happening. upon hearing the weather warnings sara had headed to the bar because if she was going to be stuck anywhere... then she was going to need a drink and a strong one at that. the rain hammered on the windows of the bar she was sat in but she ignored it, for the most part, she wanted to block everything out including the rain. after all, it was just rain. what harm could it do? she had no idea the chaos it was actually creating outside. “i wouldn’t drink that --” bringing her hand down firmly on top of the jug she had brought herself. “unless you want to get lit which by all means --” lifting her hand and gesturing to the empty seat in front of her for them to join in on the fun she clearly wasn’t having.

[nicom-inoru]

Nico paced up and down the library as she sought out the books on the shelves in alphabetical order. People these days are flippant when it come to returning books in the right place. 

Sighing slightly, she took a step back to face the huge shelf of books, “arrange” she muttered, waving her hands in a swift circular motion. The books rumbled slightly and flew off the shelves into their respective positions. 

Realising a figure is within eyeshot, she cursed under her breath, thinking about the mind wiping spell she had to churn out again. “What are you looking at?” She asked, not turning around.