#chillstart

[samfontenot]

There was a quiet stillness in her shop as Samara flipped through a big spell book behind the counter. The place was dusty, and she needed to get it clean quickly before customers started coming in for the day. The open sign was flipped, so that meant someone could walk in any minute. Good thing her witch status wasn’t a secret. Closing her eyes and mumbling the spell under her breath, she snapped and the dust placed itself nicely in the bin. Just in time for the bell over her door to ring too. 

“Welcome to Samara’s Fortune, how can I assist you today?”

[jamesxharrisonx]

Nate’s heart was racing as he ran out towards the path. He was so glad to feel the air against his skin. “Fuck, fuck, shit. Thank god. Someone locked me in my fucking cupboard. I have no idea...” He paused, knowing it sounded stupid. “I was working late. I turned off the lights in my classroom. Someone... shut the door behind me. It was so dark. And I know it sounds crazy but it felt cold... it felt cold.”

[gabefournier]

“If music be the food of love,” Gabriel declared as he walked around with a slip of paper outside of campus. Today was a big day-- an audition, and he had a monologue to finish memorizing. He could have rehearsed inside with everyone else, but he still had over an hour to wait. Plus, he would take any excuse to be outside. It helped him concentrate... Maybe. He needed to restart. “If music be the food of love, play on! Give me... Give me...” Nope, he got distracted by movement on the street. Maybe it was time to go back inside. 

[flissthomas]

Fliss smiled gently, flicking her hair behind her back. “I know you’re probably busy on Thanksgiving, but i was thinking of having a little party this weekend. We certainly have a lot we want to move on from... i know i could do with some amazing food and a karaoke machine. You’re welcome to come... if you want to?” 

[littlexjoey]

Joey was exhausted. She’d done a nightshift and had spent most of the day reading medical textbooks, losing track of time. She often struggled to sleep during the day but she had really past tired and instead she’d decided to go for a walk. 

Yawning, she picked up her coffee. The witch had always had an infinity for water, though her magic was always a little crazy when she felt so tired. As her fingers touched the cup, the liquid exploded. The small sparks leaving her fingertips. “Shit,” she breathed, now covered in coffee... as was the person beside her. “I am so so sorry.”

[chefdwight]

Dwight’s muscles still ached as they slowly reshaped themselves back into his human form. His first steps felt a little unstable and he reached for a tree to support his weight. He rolled his shoulders, feeling his bones crack and he winced slightly in pain. Though his body now looked human, it took his brain a moment to catch up. “Oh shit, sorry,” he breathed, wiping blood from the side of his face. His head now processing that he was naked and a person was stood in front of him. “You don’t happen to have... anything I could um... borrow? To cover...” he gave a half laugh, covering himself with his hands.

[rileyscampbell]

Even though he wasn’t working the closing shift, it was late when Riley left the Jazz Bar. Not that he minded much since he was a vampire, and that was the exact reason he chose the job. His apartment wasn’t too far away either, so that also cut some danger out of the equation. However, his walk was slowed by one thing: his cell phone. Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk as he got a text, he paused to read it-- Or he would if the fingerprint button recognized him. 

“Come on, please work.” He mumbled to himself. 

[oh-jazzy]

Jazz stood by the ambulance, once again protesting that she was fine to the paramedic. Although she had found it difficult to explain her high temperature, they had eventually given up. She looked over into the woods as they brought out the stretcher, a blanket covering the man she had mocked just days before. She found it hard comprehend what she’d found.  Was this a freak attack? Was it an accident? All she knew is she’d found what had remained of the visitor to town... She had caught his scent a mile off the path. She had found him only a few seconds later. 

The lights flashing made it hard to see, the voices gathering around her even harder to hear. She wasn’t even sure she was able to breathe. “What? I.... no i’ve still got to give my statement.” She put her hand to her head. “Sorry?”