#clearbrook:starter

[ortizgenesis]

“Everyone just looks so dead today,” Genesis noted, watching people pass by, dully. “I’m thinking about setting up a kissing booth to bring a little life back cause some of these people don’t look like they’ve gotten any action in years. Brilliant idea, right?”

[lorelei-pearson]

Lorelei sat outside of the school with a shopping bag on either side of her. Even if Valentine’s day was kind of silly, she still loved the holiday. She got dressed up for the day and ended up baking a lot. “Happy Valentine’s!” she grinned to one of the on comers. “Can I interest you in a cookie or brownie? I made some for the Heathervale students and overestimated how many I’d need.” By quite a lot.

[allison-watts]

Allison was still dressed in the clothes she’d worn for her practicum at Lothering Hospital as she made her way into The Huntsman. Spotting an empty booth, she slid into it quickly and placed her backpack on the seat next to her as she stretched out her back and neck a little. At this time of day it was busy enough that she was certain someone she knew might be around, but she just needed to take a few minutes to herself before she even spoke to a server.

[carter-zimmerman]

Carter glanced at all of the news headlines that had been piling up over the year, shaking his head ever so slightly. “That’s it. I am ready for 2017 because 2016 isn’t doing anyone any favors. Who want’s to help me end the year with a bang and start 2017 the right way?”

[ginevra-barnes]

The linguistics professor was sitting alone in the kitchen enjoying some leftovers as a nightly snack, or rather, an early morning one. She ate making almost no sound, chewing slowly as she let her thoughts go towards her mom. Every now and then the firebender dedicated a thought to her mom, though not as often as she did with her sister or her father. But today would have been her mother’s birthday so it was impossible for the young woman not to think of such things. This very day was an odd one for Ginevra because she was no older than her own mom ever got to be. At her age Cassandra Barnes had already gotten married, had two lovely daughters and died before ever actually experiencing a moment of motherhood. Ginevra was pleased with her own life, especially now more than ever, but she couldn’t help but wonder if there were things she was missing out in life. Who knew how long she still had left. She had lived longer than her mother and her sister, but nothing assured her she would live longer than her father did, especially with such a record of cancer in her family. The professor was abruptly taken out of her thoughts when she heard someone step into the kitchen, managing to startle her a bit by their sudden entrance. A muttered curse left her lips right after she was startled. “I thought I was the only crazy one awake at this hour”.

[christina-laurent]

“I see things haven’t changed,” Christina said, looking around the room. “I don’t know why I thought they would have changed.” She paced around slowly and studied what the similar and what was different. “Guess I figured that after graduating things would look different when I came back.” She wasn’t exactly here for pleasure or the hell of it. Christina was back for work and she didn’t know how long she’d be around. Tasks were touch and go. Some lasted weeks and others lasted only a day or two. Sometimes she and her team would start the work and then another team would come in and finish. Christina crossed her arms over her chest as she continued to walk around. “It’s better after you graduate and finally leave school.”

[whitelighterharvey]

“I didn’t think anyone would be out here,” Harvey said. He was surprised that someone constructed a small baseball field, but he wasn’t going to complain. Baseball had always been one of his favorite past times. He’s seen a hundred years of baseball. For a while, no one had been on the empty, barely used baseball field. He wondered if they constructed it for the American residents since no one in Europe really played baseball. “Did you need something?” he asked. “If not, if you could toss me that ball, that’d be great.” He held his glove up to the unexpected visitor.

[isaac-thayer]

Halloween Night

“Now, I have a lot of faith in the costume-making community, but that looks a bit too like a real ghost, I think. Should I ask her for a dance? She’s fairly pretty for a dead girl.”