#derrystarters

[kaqeyamas]

Sundays were always so slow at the Townhouse Inn -- Then again, what days weren’t anymore? It’s not like it was a holiday season, or summer break. It was just the end of March. Not even any spring-breakers left to claim a room upstairs. But, Lola didn’t mind the peace and quiet, sat back in an old reclining chair, in the lobby, a book in hand, eyes studying each page with wonder as she moved onto the next. 

She was deep in concentration, when she heard a loud crash in the kitchen, pulling her from the storybook world she’d been so captured by, only to jump to her feet and scurry towards the noise -- something she probably should have decided against. Noting a broken glass on the floor, she froze; She’d never get used to this, would she? The tormenting spirits of the townhouse never seemed to calm down. Not even on Sundays. She’d grabbed for a broom and dustpan, quickly tidying the mess, taking the bag out front to throw directly into the outdoor trashcan, when she noticed somebody approaching the building’s stairs. Despite the worrisome feeling in her chest, she offered a welcoming smile. “Good morning!” She greeted, returning the lid to the trash can and opening the door for the other. 

[emmyreed]

TEXT MESSAGE 📲

Emmy: Hey

Emmy: Thanks for coming yesterday. It meant a lot.

[tannerreed]

It was almost a daily occurrence to hear the brunette boy swearing the aisles of seats in the empty theaters at The Aladdin, as he swept popcorn from the floors and scraped chewed bubblegum from the bottom of seats. He’d gotten cozy at the little theater in town, just after graduating from college, and as he progressed into adulthood, despite outgrowing his dead-end career, wasting his degree, and hating nearly every moment he was there, he was too invested to just throw in the towel -- so was his rent, running him dry nearly every month. But, as his sneakers sloshed against the carpets below, an empty soda cup surely to blame, he let out a groan that could have been heard from the lobby, leaning his broom against the wall only to grab a snickers bar and head outside, leaning near the front doors, watching the cars drive by.

Noticing the soft sounds of approaching feet, his head fell back in frustration. They’d already began to clean up, an indication that the theater was nearing closing time. Don’t do it, asshole. Don’t do it. He thought to himself, chomping off another bite of the caramel candy. “Sorry, we’re closed for the night.” He mumbled as they approached the door. “Unless you’re here for the leftover popcorn.” A stale attempt at a joke, but the frustration was still clear in his tone. He just wanted to go home, and sometimes turning somebody away, even if just for a box of Mike and Ikes was enough to stress the boy out. He’d never been very good at saying no.

[mitchellkaplan]

TEXT MESSAGE 📲

Mitch: So... how much blush is too much blush?

[wrensfm]

It was one of those rare moments when Ezra had slipped away from Jaden’s side, if only to pick up supplies. As the days wore on, they were getting closer and closer to him being released and getting the clear to go home, and the brunette would be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to it. The bags and dark circles under her eyes were enough of a tell that she wasn’t getting enough rest, though you’d never hear her complain about it. Currently, she stood in one of the aisles at the Red Apple, contemplating whether she should force a healthy snack on the boy or whether she should give in to both of their cravings for junk food. However, feeling a bump to her side, Ezra rubbed at her tired eyes and did her best to move out of the way, a guilty expression on her face. 

“M’sorry,” she muttered, practically pressed into the shelf. “You’d think I’d learn how to be a decent person and not take up so much space,” she teased, the hint of a smile on her lips as she attempted to joke. 

[dancingpennywisetheclown]

twenty-seven years. such a long time between meals. 

it was still so hungry, despite feeding several times since waking. it wanted more. it could practically smell its dinner, right there  ─ ripe for the taking. but they needed to be tenderized..... they needed to be steeped in fear, because that was when they were most juicy and delicious. 

the thing, whatever it was, watched from its hiding place. that yellow-eyed stare intense. so much so it could send goosebumps up the flesh and deliver that very horrifyingly unnerving sense that someone  ─ something  ─ was watching. 

[sabrinawatsons]

“Before I explain myself, can you at least give me your honest opinion? I literally chopped my hair, and I’ve never been anything but blonde. This is... weird for me, too.” Sabrina rambled, an obvious sign that something was wrong. After all, how often did women make such drastic beauty decisions without reason for it? 

[penelopegoldwyn]

TEXTS : KITTY & OPEN

Kitty: the one night i DON'T go to the bar, this shit happens. did you get your ass kicked last night too?