#bcove.starter

[wandcrcss]

Starter Type: Open! (3/5) Location: Somewhere in Moreno Circle

The best part of Eden's job at Opal Opulence Realty was that she could make her own hours. The company had offices in both Philadelphia and NYC, so she primarily bounced between the two locations depending on need. It just so happened that on this day, she happened to not be needed. So, she took to the streets of Blythe to do a little retail to fill her day. As was the norm for her, even with a haze of grey clouds in the sky, Eden still wore her cat-eye sunglasses, more than content to window shop at the various businesses.

"I know it's a bit late to say this, but I am so not ready for winter." The woman mused as she paused in front of one such shop. She probably looked a bit insane, but so be it. One tended to meet some of the best people talking to oneself.

[noctxrne]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: open (3/3) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: skippy's dive bar

❛ Y'KNOW, SOME PEOPLE WOULD SAY IT'S LUCKY. ❜ Sabine swirled the ice in her glass, having been perfectly content people-watching from her seat at the bar until they walked in. Skippy's weathered walls had seen plenty over the years, though perhaps none quite as unseasonable as this. Most of the birds had migrated south for the season, yet somehow, it seemed that they had crossed paths with the only one stubborn enough to stay behind.

She tilted her head, eyeing the bright white splotch on their shoulder for a moment. ❛ Not me. I think it’s fucking disgusting. ❜ The corner of her lips quirked up into a smirk. ❛ But, some people. ❜

[reesekeller]

Standing at the bonfire and letting the flames warm her, a small smooth rock in her hands, Reese looked around her as if to make sure no one was within earshot while she mumbled quietly to herself. "Stone of half-truth.... okay." She could sense the irony in feeling like her entire life was a half-truth, but this seemed to be indicating something a lot less dire. Sure. No problem. Before she could lose her nerve, she walked up to the first person she saw, tapping them on the shoulder and giving them a somber expression. "Listen, I'm glad you're here. I have something to tell you."