#banks.start

[poppyhq]

“oh, no!” poppy just barely managed to catch herself before she almost toppled over, standing on one foot as she inspected the damage of the now broken shoe. “dang it!” okay, so maybe she had it coming, for trying to wear heels on the boardwalk, but in her defense... they were new, and cute, made her legs look awesome, and she’d wanted to wear them. maybe that wouldn’t hold up in court, but it was a good enough excuse in her eyes. 

unfortunately, now she was going to have to hop all the way home, or risk getting a splinter. unless... “hey!” poppy waved to the nearest bystander, hoping they’d be able to come to her rescue. “you don’t happen to have a left miu miu patent leather slingback pump, sized european 37, in your bag, do you?” maybe it was a bit of a long shot, but she wouldn’t know unless she tried, right? @banksstart​

[juliettestm]

    “ i’ve  had  just  about  enough  with  this  winter  weather ,  no  matter  how  much  i  moisturise ,  my  skin  is  still  dry  --  i  need  vitamin d ,  like  stat. ”   @banksstart​

[obxtm]

Moses groaned into his hands as he dragged them across his face in an attempt to keep himself awake. He didn’t realize how late into the night he’d ended up studying. And by the time he’d looked up from his notes, the sun was peeking at the horizon and he had to get ready to work. Not something new that happened to the paralegal. But his lightheadedness made him regret not keeping track of time better. Now he’s sat at Roast, patience drawing thin as he waits for his lifeline. “If that coffee takes another minute, I’ll have to grab someone else’s cup.”

@banksstart​

[cain-edwards]

Today was not a good day for Cain.  He’d been feeling unwell for a few days and had been trying to ignore it and focus on his work, as he had a project he was nearly finished with and he just wanted to get it done, but in his slightly deteriorated condition, he’d accidently cut himself and had to get stitches.  While he was getting fixed up, the doctor had checked him out and found that he had the flu on top of anything else.  He’d been given some prescriptions and had gone to the pharmacy, feeling a bit sorry for himself, exhausted and ready to get home, when he realized that he’d locked his keys in his truck and was stuck in the parking lot with no way to get home and unable to call a locksmith to get his keys out, and his girlfriend wasn’t responding, meaning she was likely busy with work. 

Leaning against the tailgate, Cain did the only thing he could and sent out a quick text to the first person he could think of.  “Hey, is Cain, I’m sick, hurt, and stranded at the pharmacy, if you’re available, could you come and drop me off at my house? I’ll figure out what to do with my truck later, I really just need to get home.”