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Rye left her shift at the Papillon late at night, or perhaps early in the morning. She was certain to take turns walking under the light of the streetlamps and beneath the cloak of darkness offered by the night. She could not help but to imagine herself the main character of a horror movie, walking unsuspectingly through the streets. However, the twist would come when she proved that she was not so helpless after all. Perhaps, instead, she was the monster.

❝Ooh a penny.❞

Rye quickly bent down to pull the penny from the ground, shoving it in her pocket.

#have this shit #bbstarter

“Where- Where on earth did you put it, Penelope?” Crouched behind Down To Earth’s front counter, five minutes to close, she was in a bit of a tizzy. She was supposed to have put up the Thanksgiving decorations, you know, over a week ago, but Shawn hadn’t gotten them out of storage like she’d asked, and she had been too busy with this month’s inventory to do it herself. Now that she ‘had time,’ she had decided to go ahead and get it done before it became an entirely last minute affair. Except that they only used the storage room for the holiday decorations, which means it hadn’t been opened in several months, and she had no idea where the key was.

So there she was, her already messy bun half undone and thick eyebrows knit together in frustration when the front door bell jingled, alerting her to the arrival of a customer. This was an all too common occurrence, one she didn’t mind at all, but she was incredibly tired. “Thanks for coming to Down To Earth! If you know what you want let me know, we’re closing in just a few.”

#bbopen #IDK HOW TO RP ANYMORE HERE U GO #bbstarter

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Wes has all of his things spread out around him. He’s been sitting at the booth in the back of the diner for hours, studying ( mostly ). He has a test in his Intro to Ordinary Differential Equations class at the end of the week which he thinks he’s M O S T L Y prepared for. His textbook and notes from class are spread out around him in a wave of mathematical chaos. His phone is in within a hands reach ( in case anyone needs to contact him ), the white cord of his headphones plugged into it as music creates a blanket of white noise.

Wes doesn’t know how long the person has been standing by his table as brown eyes raise to focus on them. He’s got a feeling by the way they’re looking at him that they’ve been trying to speak to him without much success. Pulling out an earbud, Wes raises his brow questioningly before asking the obvious.

❝ ...were you talking to me ? ❞

#bbstarter #( hello everyone! please accept this lame starter that has been fueled by my lack of sleep #i'm just happy to meet everyone so please come mess with my boy )