#equinox.start

[troublcmvker]

with a few shopping bags in her hands, the petite vampire turned around to look behind her, “this is the last shop i wanna check out, and i know i said that about the last one but this time i swear i’m not lying!” puppy eyes at full capacity to try and convince them to come in with her. “i really need your input, please? i promise we can do anything you want to do after this. i’ve been cooped up for too long, my wardrobe needs an urgent upgrade.”

[honcrables]

“you shouldn’t be out after dark.” they’re the only two in this particular coffee shop ; and rené knows why HE’S there, but not much else. the end of the night conference call he’d been assured would only last an hour had run on an extra too, and when he was already running late...- the DESIRE that he had to go home to an empty apartment was low. he had given up coffee, along with many other vices, almost seven years ago. kiera’s disappearance had driven him back to them. “the city isn’t safe”

[mementomcriis]

their red tinged eyes were BURNING ; fully burning, the ‘mild sting’ they’d been told to be prepared for a full on FIRE that was causing tiny little tears to weep from the corners of their eyes. sidney had never actually had to put contacts in, before. in spite of the MANY hours spent hunched over a laptop screen, or peering at a tv that was just a little bit too close - their vision had remained fairly stellar. they’d seen the set in a dollar store ( excellent place to purchase something that they had then stuck ONTO their eyeballs ), and they’d been seized by fatal american curiosity. the regret was high and EVIDENT. “i don’t get why so many people are wearing these - my eyes are on fire!” they grimaced, rubbing one with a little too much force, “are they meant to be hurting me?”

[grlking]

“that particular piece is new.” her heels have click clacked on hardwood floors to announce the fact that she is there, but one would be forgiven for JUMPING given how suddenly she speaks up ; each word dripping with that thick british accent that had served her so WELL in this new life of hers. if the professional pencil skirt and blazer didn’t give her away as a member of staff, the lanyard that hung around her neck sure DID - along with the sugary sweet smile that appears upon command. “it was painted by robert rauschenberg, circa 1963 - combining silkscreen printing with painted passages, and acting as a sort of commentary on the rising tensions of us involvement in vietnam. it’s not our only piece by him ; though this one is my personal favorite.” 

[ofsetfree]

“  what are some fun things to do in seattle ? “  laurel inquires, new place meant new sights. something she fully planned to take advantage of today. “  or what are your favorite things to do ? “

[cloudedunknown]

It had been just another boring day at the coffee shop, and Joey was counting the minutes until their shift was over. Someone had just ordered some convoluted drink that wasn’t even on the menu, and of course Joey got stuck with the task of accurately making it. They were suddenly regretting their employee of the month status. As the milk was steaming, Joey began ranting to their coworker, who probably wasn’t even paying attention. “I really don’t understand, why people can’t stick to the menu, it really isn’t that hard. Besides, coffee tastes better without all this shit in it. Suddenly, the machine made a strange noise. “What the fuck?” Joey hit the side of the machine a few times before it powered down. “Great. That’s just great.” They muttered to themself before addressing the rest of the customers. “Can I have everyone’s attention please? The espresso machine is currently down, which means no more fancy coffee until it’s fixed.” 

[moralgray-ray]

Unconsciously taking note of the rumbling noise of steel meeting steel of the train passing by, ray grumbles in his sleep, turning over onto his other side. The familiar noise just about to lull him back to sleep, until his nightmares decide to keep him from it. 

Slowly becoming more conscious by the minute, the sudden prattling and clicking of the lock of his apartment door unlocking and softly closing startles him fully awake. Hearing slight shuffling of feet, and soft rustling through drawers and papers has ray feeling for his gun on the nightstand on his left. 

He had no idea of the intruder’s intentions, they could be all kinds of folk, desperate for help and knowing of his military background, out for revenge or information based on him taking care of one of their buddies as bounty hunter or gun-for-hire, a totally random break-in, or someone he knew not bothering to let him know of their unexpected and sudden arrival. Either way he was about to find out.

Crawling from the bed, taking care not to make a sound, ray shuffled to his bedroom wall, tracing it on his way to the source. Sneaking up to them, he aimed the gun, cocking the hammer, ‘’You have about 60 seconds to tell me what the hell you’re doing in my apartment.’’

[livewiires]

she had taken to watching the vittoria. the when was hard to say ; she didn’t recall the first moment she had CONSCIOUSLY thought to divert towards the volturi’s hotel, only that it had become habit over the course of a fortnight. her sisters, she imagined, would not be best PLEASED ( and she could not imagine trying to explain it to them ) - but kate felt it... necessary. she had not felt peace within the armory of her soul since the night that they had ARRIVED, but keeping an eye upon them made her feel... better. a full takeout cup of coffee that had gone ice cold clutched in one hand, she’s only SHOOK from her reverie by the fact that she is somehow in somebodys way ; her glassy eyes missing them completely as she tries to step this way and that to move from it. “my apologies,” her coffee arm is jostled, but she isn’t concerned about the liquid hurting them ( unless they are susceptible to the cold ), “my fault. i should pay more attention-”