#c:winnie

[pollysheedyarchived]

Closed Starter for: @winniebao​ Location: The Britannia Pub  Time Stamp: Early Evening, Saturday, September 7th, 1888

Polly wasn’t sure how they got here. That wasn’t to say they weren’t grateful. Unlike most, a night here meant a night of relative comfort for them, the pitiful amounts of money they had able to be saved for another day when they were in more desperate need. It wasn’t bad, they thought, even if it was a little crowded. They had enough to afford a drink, one they would nurse for the night if they had to, and, cup in hand, they searched for a place to sit, until their eyes fell upon Winnie Bao.  They didn’t know much about her - but they knew who she was, and that, alone, was enough to impress. Perhaps they was easily dazzled, but the other had left an impression on them. They didn’t hesitate, ducking to their table, placing the drink down carefully so as not to spill anything over the rim, and sliding into the seat. 

“I bet you didn’t expect to be stuck here all night,” they spoke gently, despite the natural hoarse cadence of her voice. “Will there be anybody waiting for you?”

[theodoreoliver]

🧗‍♂️ - our muses spend the day at the grove recreational center

“Gotta say Win... When you said lets go for a day out, I wasn’t expecting it to be here.” Not that he minded at all. “Was there something you wanted to start with?”

@winnievaughn​

[romananderson]

closed starter for @songwheein​

it had been two days since the bonfire and roman was finally starting to feel human again. he’d spent the day before nursing a headache, mending his relationship with austen, and throwing up a few times - which was his least favorite way to spend a day. he woke up in a much better state so he opted to throw on a pair floral swim trunks to go lay out on the patio for the morning. he settled into a patio chair, turning on a soft instrumental playlist and keeping his eyes closed. he didn’t open his eyes again until he heard the patio door open, sitting up and turning to see winnie, “oh! hello!”

[diggoryam]

carmclita respondeu seu post: já conseguiu executar o feitiço do patrono? se sim, ele é corpóreo? assume que forma? qual a lembrança que você...

winnie: Eu não me lembro de ter comido um bolo tão bom quanto aquele na minha vida todinha.

Não se fazem mais bolos como antigamente. Ou talvez nenhum bolo tenha graça se não for comido escondido. De todo jeito, estou disposto a te pagar um bolo para testarmos a teoria.

[jcrdigarcia]

Jordi was in the corner of the library sketching in his notebook, his heart hadn’t stopped pounding since the lockdown was announced. He looked up when Winnie, who was stuck in the library too, approached. “Hey, I don’t mean to be rude, I just, I’m not very good with being trapped places.”

@winnievaughn

[lykkexliten-archived]

“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.” @kayaofindie

[carolvnes-blog]

“ Aww Winnie, it’s SO good to see you, it’s been like a hot minute since you graduated. How’s life been? ” Caroline asked, just a hint of evil in her eye. An outsider might have thought that this was two high school pals reuniting, but they knew better. Winnie had been a THORN in Scout’s side all four years, and by default Caroline was not her biggest fan. She wouldn’t have even given the girl a second thought if Scout didn’t still want all the d i r t on her. --- @wrcse​

[richgoldsworthy]

text | winnie

Rich: Hey, what's up?