#elisabethstart

[luceehq]

It was a night out on the town and Lucy hasn't done this type of thing since her college days in the city that never sleeps. Sure that's when she was younger and would call going to the bars and clubs an event with her friends. However this event felt bigger than the ones she had been to in New York, including a lot fancier and Lucy decided she was going to relax and have fun tonight. With the type of week she had last week, the blonde realized she needed to take a chill pill. The event was semi formal, and even though Lucy hated getting dressed up the blonde decided to do it anyway. Putting on a purple long dress, her back was open & it was tied in a bow the Chicago native kept her hair down and threw on her heels. Little make up and her favorite necklace, the thirty-two year old grabbed her clutch and checked herself in the mirror one more time. Taking a breath, she did a shot of whiskey before leaving. 

 Once arriving, the blonde took a deep breath. She hated crowds, always have and always will. For some reason they just bothered her but the blonde kept her promise and decided she was going to have fun. The cold wind hit her skin and she instantly felt chills, heading into Alibi. She walked around for a few minutes and then pushed her hair back behind her ears before finally moving towards the bar. Standing at the bar now, Lucy turned around to the person standing next to her "Please tell me what your choice of alcohol is.. I need some options." @elisabethstarters​

[vic-hernandez]

What kind of sick bastard steals the front tire off of somebody’s bike? He thought to himself. Just the front tire. Victor could hardly believe it when he’d walked out of the music store that afternoon to find his bike, previously stood upright and locked securely (or so he’d thought) to the rack, laid in a heap on the sidewalk, missing only it’s front tire. What does somebody even do with just one tire? He didn’t know. But he knew what he’d have to do without one: walk home. Luckily, his moms’ home wasn’t too far of a walk–but then again, was anything on the island? With a defeated sigh, he hefted the now useless bike up and over his shoulder and turned to head in the direction of home. As he did so, he felt a pair of eyes on him, lifting his own to meet his spectators, suddenly aware of how this looked.

“...I swear this is my bike.” He glanced at the missing front tire. “Well...most of it.”

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[marley-callahan]

There was something about dancing that just made Marley feel alive. She wasn’t particularly good at it--not trained in anything more than throwing her arms above her head, closing her eyes, moving her hips relatively to whatever beat was blasting overhead, but she loved it, all the same. The thump of the bass in her chest, getting lost in a sea of bodies...even if she was dancing alone, she never really was. Though this particular night, she craved a little more than just the default company her fellow dance floor occupants offered. As her eyes scanned the bar for potential prospects, a smirk formed on her lips upon finding the perfect one, body snaking through the crowd until she was stood right before them, hand already outstretched. “You should dance with me.” She declared, loud enough to be heard over the music. 

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[maddierockefeller]

▬ at pryzm , port elisabeth. ▬ around 11 in the evening. ▬ open starter ( @elisabethstarters​​ ).

     Her mother was relentless, and every once in a while, to calm Angelica Rockefeller ( separated, but uncapable of changing her last time for the life of her ), Madeleine would agree to go on a date with one of her suitors. Sometimes it was fun, she was in the mood to go out, get dressed, have drinks and inevitably go back home, because most of rich men were extremely dull. She missed the thrill of photographing inhospitable places on earth and how could any of them even remotely relate to that when their idea of adventure was staying at the four seasons hotel in Bali? That night she was fighting not to roll her eyes, the man her mother had set her up with was from New York, apparently his family owned a lot of things, and he was handsome yes, but shut up, oh my fucking God shut the hell up. Still she smiled, and feigned interest with some well put exclamations and nods, until she couldn’t take it anymore, she asked to go to the bathroom, and in a desperation attempt, on the way, she grabbed the first arm she could see and dragged them with her from people’s sights. “You----” she pointed to them once they were in a more reclusive environment, “you have been assigned to save me. Make up a story, I don’t care, just please save me from the most boring date I have ever been in. I am fighting to keep my eyes open, I’m fighting not to throw myself from the rooftop, so please? Just... do it. I’ll give you whatever the hell you want afterwards... and I’m sorry for dragging you.”

[samcnthachen]

▬ at tortue cove, myrtle rock. ▬ around 8 or 9 in the morning. ▬ open starter ( @elisabethstarters​ ).

     For the past few months, Samantha didn’t exactly exude friendliness, and while it took her a while to notice, that was hurting no one other than Bobbie. It was easy to forget sometimes, because her daughter was exactly her opposite. She was funny, sweet, kind and more than everything, she was warm. Her way of being around Samantha, of asking if she was sad, or how she was feeling made her wonder how lucky in life could she have really been to have someone like her around. The day before, when Samantha had called in sick for work, she asked Bobbie if she wanted to have some fun on the next day, do whatever she’d like, and naturally, in true Bobbie fashion, she had chosen seashell picking at the beach, not forgetting to bring Milo and Archie along because they loved to play in the sand. Although that was true, it was also a pretty good nightmare. Still, there they were, bundled up in their cold weather outfits, Bobbie with the strict rule of no going into the freezing water and Archie and Milo doing whatever a Golden Retriever and a Dalmatian did when they were faced with an open play space and an eager two-year-old. Every once in a while, Bobbie would check in with Samantha, give her the shells she had picked and Sam would put them in their picnic station. There weren’t many people on the beach, but of course, Bobbie managed to be the master conversationalist she has always been and approach someone. Samantha let out a small huff and walked towards them to apprehend her and once she got closer, all she could hear was her baby voice speaking about how she had found a beawiful shell with pink dots and almost pearly outside. “Are you gonna tell this story to everyone you meet, Barbara Chen?” Sam raised one eyebrow, one side of her lips picking up as she turned to the grown up. “I’m sorry if she’s bothering you, she is too friendly sometimes,” she threw her daughter a stern look.

[minasimsek]

[ imessage ] ⇾ OPEN 👻

MINA: so, i have two questions for you

MINA: 1 - are you celebrating halloween?

MINA: 2 - what's your costume?

MINA: 3 - what is your favorite scary movie?

MINA: wait... that was three qs... well, have it anyway 😂

[sadiegrace-carlin]

LOCATION: honestly, anywhere. her place, your place, somewhere public WITH: @elisabethstarters​

“Women are just...amazing.” Her shift a few days ago had been a rather impressive one, Sadie-Grace being present at not one, but two births. That was honestly unusual for a single shift. But she’d relished it. Sure, it had left her utterly exhausted, and it had taken her a few days to recover. But the brunette wouldn’t trade her job for anything. “This one woman, she gave birth, and by the time we’d finished all the health checks, she was already up and walking.” She never judged a woman on their recovery, if it took them hours or a day to be able to get up out of bed - after all, they’d just grown and brought another human into the world, out of their own body. But the woman yesterday had truly left Sadie in awe. “What our bodies can do is just incredible.” 

[jack-rowe]

@elisabethstarters​

Sometimes Jack felt like nothing had even changed, since he’d stopped work on the boats with his father. Specifically, the times when his dad was too busy day drinking to go to the market, and sent Jack instead. Honestly, he almost couldn’t fault the old man, he sure as hell would rather be at the bar then here. 

Here being the side of the road on the way back to Fremont, staring under the hood of his truck, pretending like he knew jack shit about engines. At first, he’d figure maybe his memory would be jogged when he popped the hood, but it was a totally blank slate. And there was no way in hell he was going to call his dad for help. Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to swallow whatever embarrassment he knew he’d feel, and attempted to wave down a passing car.