#circhat

[trashbagransome]

“100 bucks says there will be a ban in those sissy drinks like the Hurricane or a Pina Colada. Pretty sure everyone’s about sick of rain and everything related.”

[sethverona]

         “You want a drink? Actually, don’t answer that. Everyone in this fucking town needs a drink or we’ll go crazy. If we aren’t going crazy already, I mean -- this shit about people doing jumping off buildings and whatnot? Maybe they would have relaxed if they just got a good drink.”

[sebcstianhq]

        For the last couple of centuries that had passed, Sebastian had been exploring the world and enjoying every little pleasurable moments that it had to offer. He had met people & creatures that others would give just about anything to interact with and he had front seat for just about every beautiful and heartbreaking experience that the world had experienced. Being able to do whatever you wanted, and still, Sebastian somehow found his way to East End, a town he hadn’t been in since forever. Maybe it was because he had heard about the horrendous disaster that had hit the small town and maybe it was because he wanted to check up on his best friend, and the man who had turned him, Arthur Dragovic. 

      “Well, this place sure has changed the last couple of years. I can’t say I remember it being so... Gloomy.” The smirk on Sebastian’s lips was wide and mischievous; like it always had been for as long as he could remember. He looked at the petite waitress in front of him, tapping his fingers against the heavy, whiskey glass that pre-occupied both hands. “Do you happen to know where I can find Arthur Dragovic, darling?” he spoke, his accent strong as it carried his voice throughout the almost empty bar. You would think that after a disaster like the one they had all been through, you would find the whole town in the bar, drinking their sorrows away, “he’s a friend of mine, that I oh so desperately need to find.” 

[suttcnwilliams]

“If you can keep a secret, then I may just feel inclined to share this.”

[hcrperhq-blog]

When the town had been told to evacuate, Harper hadn’t been able to bring any extra clothes, obviously, so as she had left the safety of her apartment, she had been wearing her grey sweatpants along with the matching over-sized, long-sleeved shirt. To begin with, she was pretty certain that it would just be a regular storm, so she didn’t think any of it, but then it picked up and soon, it was obvious that this was more than a rainstorm. On the bridge of her nose rested a pair of her glasses, as she had been reading, a book that she had to leave behind in her bedroom. Harper didn’t make it to either of the safe-zones; the clocktower or the fire-department though, so she decided to seek shelter at the Hangman’s Tavern and it seemed like she hadn’t been the only one doing so. Harper had been sitting on one of the chairs in the back of the tavern, listening to the rain slamming against the rooftop and walls surrounding them, when someone approached her space.

      “Please, sit! Make yourself at home. Seems like we’re stuck here for a while.”

[fletcher-swxn]

            “You’re early, and here I thought you’d be the one nursing a hangover — tell me you did the right thing and brought coffee on your way over here..” 

[xkeirc]

This town was going to hell. That was all Keira could think of as she sat at one of the picnic tables, a coffee and a water in front of her from when medics had shoved both in her hands. The discovery of the body added on to how much of a dark turn things had taken recently. She had shoved the medics aside earlier, fighting them until they left her alone. Keira didn’t need their help, despite how she showed the clear signs of shock. Her leg still screamed in pain, a nasty wound healing from when she had fallen into the pit during the full moon the night before. But the discovery of the body still echoed in her mind. She could still smell the metallic scent of the heart on the ground. Hazel orbs flickered to the one who dared to approach her. “I’m fine. Please, go help someone who needs it.” Namely a human, though her voice was void of malice. Keira was just tired and spent. What was happening?

[traveleravery]

"You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. Come on, I can test it if you like?”