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@kuraivu liked for a starter.

"you came highly recommended-" his cigarette is so close to the butt, it does well to singe his fingers before he throws it to the floor. a dash of eyes across the room - his right-hand leaving for long enough to see the two of them alone. eyes like beads scan their surroundings; a small studio, cute place. "i'm in need of a touch up."

his words, though suggestive would have them both surely knowing the meaning; the irezumi on his back, a far cry from what it once was. old scars ( & fresh ones ) disrupting the flow of the art. the old thing looking shabby ( hell, looks how he feels as of late ). ever since the boss had gone - it's as if all colour has drained.

"say-" a smirk edges the corners of lips "you do piercings?"

#kakihara like teehee >:)#queued.#cstarter.#i hope that this is okay!

@wisechildrcn { any }

Sunglasses shielding merlot eyes, Joham sat slumped at one of the outside tables of the local coffee house, a rapidly cooling untouched cup of coffee in front of him. A copy of the Seattle Times hung loosely between his fingers. “You don’t make a very effective window, you know. You’re blocking the light.” He commented as a shadow fell over his table.

#starter.#cstarter.#joham: thread.#c: lucy.#jo&lu01.

@desircbles { any }

With each day that crawled by at a snail’s pace in Forks, Joham grew more and more fed up of the place. Perhaps this explained why the Cullens were so dull. “Is there actually anything to do here or should I just cut my losses and decide to go at this Thoreau’s Walden style?”

#starter.#cstarter.#joham: thread.#c: atalanta.#jo&atl01.

@desircbles { nahuel }

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you were avoiding me.” Joham commented as he sat down beside his son.

#starter.#cstarter.#c: nahuel.#joham: thread.#jo&na02.

@dcsirc { esme }

“Esme?” He called, the front door shutting behind him with a soft click. “I’m home.” Dropping his briefcase, he shrugged out of his coat, somewhat awkwardly thanks to the flowers in his hands. He took a few steps down the hall, attempting to ascertain where his wife was.

#c: esme.#carlisle: thread.#cc&esc02.#//brings flowers home for his lady wife b/c why not #now i know they're sunflowers in the gif but we can rock with whatever.#starter.#cstarter.

@flawlessalethea

It was getting harder and harder to avoid vampires in Forks and Carlisle couldn’t say that he was enjoying it all that much. He was heading south east towards Mt Olympus, feeling the need to stretch his legs a little, when he picked up the nearby scent of another of his kind. “Who’s there?”

#c: alethea.#starter.#cstarter.#carlisle: thread.#cc&ale01.

@ethcrealisms { didyme }

One of the most frustrating things about the spell that had settled over the inhabitants of Forks had to be the dulling of the senses. Over the centuries Carlisle had become so used to his heightened senses that it now almost felt as if he was constantly walking through a heavy fog. “Oh, forgive me!” He exclaimed, narrowly avoiding colliding with the other vampire. “Terribly sorry about that.”

#forkswaevent04 #starter.#cstarter.#c: didyme.#carlisle: thread.#cc&div01.

@jasperhxle

Carlisle paused by the sliding doors that led out to the garden. “I’m going hunting. Want to join me?” In reality he wanted to talk with Jasper privately, but he had to come up with a cover so that the rest of the family didn’t question it. Carlisle feared that another fight was on the horizon, and with Jasper’s background being what it was, he wanted to get the younger vampire’s opinion on the situation.

#c: jasper.#//ignore the text #starter.#cstarter.#carlisle: thread.#cc&jh01.

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