#f.start

[polcrity]

OPEN STARTER || felix || event 

the feeling of sheer idiocy is so strong that felix has already determined once and for all that he is never going to celebrate halloween again. hell, he isn’t even sure why he’s here in the first place. holly disappeared into the crowd awhile ago, leaving him alone and irreverently dressed  as a priest to match her virgin mary. he’s found his way to one of the side walls, glass gripped right in his hands as he desperately tries to sip away the tension in his chest. he doesn’t realize he’s been staring directly at the floor for the last... well, who knows until a presence is beside him.

“A---m I i-in the w---ay?”

[polcrity]

open starter || felix geller

the wind is bracing as felix walks, cigarette in shaking fingers. the aftermath of the vasile party may be much bigger than he realizes, but to him it is all encompassing. not one day has passed in which he hasn’t wondered is this going to happen again? and thus far, the solution has been more pills, more alcohol, and less discretion. who cares if he loses his job?? he almost died because of the vasiles already. 

the cold wind against his face causes a violent shiver to ripple through him---enough that he doesn’t even notice the impending collision with a stranger---- 

reeling back, he says, “S---S--S--” with the additions of a clenched jaw and a tremble, speaking is even more difficult than usual, “S---orry.”

[jaspclark-blog]

jasper could hear their laughing behind him as he ran off, his breath going jagged as he reached the dumpsters behind the high school. when the next thing he heard was footsteps, he stood. frozen. “if–” he started, not even looking back, “if you’re back to punch me again, why don’t you just do it already?!”

[caitlinxandrews-blog]

“I swear I’ll never get used to cars in America, I’ve gotten into the passenger seat instead of the driver’s four times this week. Why do the seats have to be swapped?” 

[sebastianjford-blog]

Three years. He hadn’t been home in three years, when he was still stationed in the United States for training. With a deep breath to steady his nerves, Sebastian Ford tugged his cap into position and looked out the taxi window at the passing landmarks of his hometown. Skype calls and letters were all he really had while he was overseas. Now he was going to see his family and friends face-to-face again. It was exhilarating. Not to mention, he would get to meet his baby sister for the first time. 

The taxi came to a stop. This was it. “Thanks, man,” he said to the driver, handing him what was owed for the trip. 

“No,” the driver argued, smiling at the young soldier, “thank you for your service.”

Sebastian grinned and nodded his head in response before stepping out of the car. Grabbing his duffel, he looked around and breathed in the Granite Bay air. He was home.