#catalinastarter

[camilaxtorres]

Starter for: CLOSED Where: Public park downtown When: Late afternoon @catalinastarter​

It had been one of those days where just everything went wrong and Camila was just done with it already. In general she was a woman who was patient and kind but right now she was having a short fuse. Training had gone badly, a dull ache had been there constantly for the entire day and she knew that it wasn’t going to pass until the next morning. So to see someone else being the target of some trouble was something that was quite a relief for the day. Any other day she would feel guilty for enjoying this. But right now it was a relief to see the woman going all crazy to another woman over the fact that she had found her boyfriend cheating on her with the other woman. “I feel like I’ve been watching a live soap opera for five minutes now. And I am never one to watch those, but this is rather… interesting. Tell me, what’s so interesting for us in other people’s pain?”

[olivia-nilsson]

LOCATION: Somewhere in Avalon  SETTING: Saturday, March 6 WHO: Open - @catalinastarter​

Whoever said that the life of a preschool teacher was easy had obviously never met one. Olivia loved her job. She really did. But she was regretting her choice of putting together a lesson plan that involved the kids planting and nursing their own seedlings and plants. In theory, it was a really good idea. But executing it? Well, that’s what she was having trouble with. In addition to her usual grocery run, she had opted to complete her lesson prep at the exact same time. Her canvas bags are laden with food, art supplies, leafy greens, and packets of seeds and soil for her kids. A lifetime of biking around Stockholm has prepared her for a lifestyle where she bikes most places - but as she stands at the bottom of a hill, Olivia can’t help but look miserably upwards contemplating why she was so ambitious that particular morning. Letting out a huge sigh, she hops off her bike, mentally preparing herself to push it and her bags up the hill. “Come on, Nilsson. There’s no one else here to push you up the hill,” she utters to herself. 

[catalinasmarley]

Marley was Marley. She liked to dance, and flirt, and have a good time, though there were some who took her affinity for such as an invitation for more. Tonight had been one of those nights. She’d left the club with a generous buzz, hair let loose from the ponytail it’d started the night out up in. The cool Catalina air pricked goosebumps up her bare arms, the chill bringing a smile to Marley’s lips...until she’d been made aware of the sound of approaching footsteps behind her, and that smile quickly faded. Not wanting to panic over nothing, Marley smartly tested her fear, making an unnecessary turn here, picking up speed there, even slowing down...but no matter where she turned or how fast she did so, the sound of following footsteps remained. Now she was panicking.

Okay, Marley, think. She still had ways to go to get to Lafayette Square. In her unnecessary turning, she’d stumbled upon a street with a few stragglers ahead, but who knew when they would retire and leave her all alone. Her eyes roamed the street, looking for somebody, anybody, and her shoulders just about sagged in relief at the sight of a streetlight and a lone body underneath.

“Oh, you’re a saint.” Marley huffed in laughter as she approached, quick to embrace the other in a tight hug, long enough and quiet enough to murmur a “please just go with it” in their ear before pulling back with a smile. “Thank you so much for waiting.” If her whispered plea hadn’t gotten her point across, she hoped her widened eyes and tense shoulders would.

@catalinastarter​

[nathaliaa-xo]

DATE: FRIDAY, DECEMBER 13TH, 2019. TIME: 1:12 AM. LOCATION: CATALINA CASINO. OPEN TO: CATALINA STARTER / EVERYONE.

As she hides in a shadowed corner, Nathalia does her best to come up with an escape plan. On her way into the club, she ended up flirting with someone in line for fun. Her thought process was that she believed she would be gone by the time the person got in the club... And now that they were both inside at the same time, the man figured he was owed something - a drink? a dance? heavy petting? Nathalia didn't know, Nathalia didn't care. What she did care about what the fact that he was able to get Nathalia alone and corner her a few times throughout the night. Of course, she never stayed long enough to find out what exactly he wanted before slipping away.

With a huff of frustation, the woman rolls her shoulders. She's been hiding from him the last ten minutes and this was certaintly not how she was wanting her first night out on the town in Catalina to go. So, rounding the corner that was protecting her, Nathalia bravely makes a b-line for the bar and quickly scooches beside the first person she sees, fixes her features with a charming grin, careful to hide her face from the crowd as casually as possible. “Hi, hello. I’m Nathalia, nice to meet you. Can you help me for a moment?” Licking her gloss-covered lips with apprehsiveness, the young woman looks over her shoulder in order to scan the mass quickly. Not seeing the person who has been bothering her, Nathalia sets her eyes back upon the new stranger.  “There’s this guy who’s been following me around everywhere all night, and I just -- -” The model licks her lips again, trying to find the correct words to make it seem like a bigger problem than it really was... Than it was making her feel. Nathalia didn’t want attention drawn to her. “I just can’t seem to shake him, and it’s getting very annoying. Could you please, like, I don’t know...” Nathalia tucks hers hair behind her ears and shrugs, “Pretend to know me or be my date? I know it sounds crazy, but I’ll get you bottle service and a booth for the next month whenever you come to this place.” Way to show how desperate you are, Nathalia...

[themilesellis]

tagging | @catalinastarter​

“I’ve come to the official conclusion that teenagers are the world’s meanest people. And no, I don’t speak from personal experience.” Taking a pause to puff on his cigarette, Miles stood with his hand on his hips. “I mean...why? Yeah sure, make fun of the dude for being scared of an animal, because ha ha that’s so funny, am I right? Why don’t you take a break, short stack?” He was clearly heated over something, rambling to anyone who would listen. 

[lourdeshoward-a]

tagging | @catalinastarter​

“You know, sometimes I think dating a magician would be so cool, because he can just make money appear from right under my nose or whatever. But then I remember the one time I did go on a date with a magician and he stiffed me for a fifty dollar steak dinner, so that was fun.” 

“Anyways, what were we talking about? I’m sorry, that Criss Angel promo really got me on a weird tangent.”

[jemmacastillo-blog]

Jemma had always risen with the sun. Growing up in a trailer with barely enough room for the four people who occupied it, sleeping in had never been a luxury she could afford--not with a mother up at the crack of dawn and a brother who was quick to follow and a sister with whom she occupied the same bed with and who, frankly, snored. She’d quickly learned how to function on minimal and interrupted sleep, the steaming cup of coffee next to her a testament of such, sat on the bench of her usual six AM ferry to LA. It sat untouched, however, a stylus poised tightly in her grip, as her focus remained on the tablet in her lap. Or, so it seemed. “What’s the special occasion?” Though her gaze remained initially unwavering, pen swiping across the screen, the words were murmured to the person next to her, the moment of silence that followed them eventually prompting Jemma to lift her eyes to meet their own. She leaned in then, just slightly, as if to let them in on a secret. “It’s rare to see too many new faces on a ride this early.” She smiled though, body returning to it’s previous distance, eyes falling back to her tablet, and once again furrowing at the sight of the design there.

@catalinaroleplay​

[nathaliaa-xo]

DATE: FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 7TH, 2020. TIME: 12:05 PM. LOCATION: METROPOLE MARKET PLACE. OPEN TO: EVERYONE / CATALINA STARTERS.

There was a certain pep in Nathalia's step as she browsed through the market place. She weaved through the crowds, edging through the dense flow of people with her bags getting more full by the minute. The air was perfumed with produce, the ground was gritty stone and the air a perfect post-winter chill. There was no irritating music, just a busker with a guitar. A touch of a smile was subconsciously placed on her lips while she weeded through the best produce, picking only the shinest of apples and the sweetest of grapes. There were already three overly sized brown paper bags in her arms, though seemingly, she was unable to stop purching whatever food she lay her eyes upon, and while Nathalia didn't need all the food for herself, the sunflares that gives the little market a warm glow had her in a particularly happy mood. Enough so, that if prompted, she would be willing to share and have a few friends over for dinner tonight. "Thank you," Nathalia says quietly to the vendor owners as she's desperatly trying to hold onto many bags at once while simultaneously trying to put back change into her wallet. Preoccupied with the task at hand, pun intended, Nathalia turns almost squarly into another person. "Oh! I'm so sorry," She says quickly to the person, meanwhile, her eyes cast downward as she watches an apple roll away from her. "... Are you alright?"