#faulk.start

[scvrpions]

SHE  MISSES  THE  SCENT  OF  ROSES  AND  PEACHES .  she  recalls  languid  summers ,  golden  limbs  stretched  along  the  cool  grass  in  the  flickering  shadows  of  her  father’s  weeping  willow  -  the  air  was  always   thick  with  the  sickly  sweet  aroma  of  peaches .  now ,  the  air  is  just  THICK  &  her  throat runs  dry .  it’s  been  twelve  hours  since  her  last  feeding ,  but  the  sun’s  yet  to set  so  she  acclimates  herself  to  a  night  at   the  goddamn  dusty  crow .  sheltering  &  shadowing  herself  beneath  the  decrepit  bar’s  front  awning  ,  cerulean  irises  flicker  to  the  unfortunate  soul  she’s  taken  notice  of  beside  her .  ‘  how  much  do  i  have  to  beg  to  get  a  light  ?  ’  slender  digits  lift  to  reveal  a  lonesome  cigarette ,  her  southern  drawl  laced  around  each  syrupy  syllable.  ‘  pretty  please  ?  ’

[guttremble-blog]

*  //  @open  . ( stranger )

                ‘did you remember to send in the draft?’ a man’s voice echoed. ‘what do you mean you fucki-’ jace’s ears rang, they were too close and the stranger’s irritability ricocheted around. the stool screeched when the person yelling beside her abruptly got up. jace focused on finishing her email for the class she was supposed to teach the following morning even if loud-speaking bothered her a lot. a shattering sound was what made her finally turn and lock her phone without a second thought, the professor watched the man in proper wear walk out of the place with his raucous tone only getting impossibly rougher. her gaze followed until he was out of sight, reverting to the broken object on the ground and thus exiting her seat in order to gather it. one knee had already caught the floor when someone else seemed to have the same intentions, making her slow her pace so she wouldn’t accidentally touch them. jace gave the other a tight smile as she picked up one or two pieces, looking up to meet their stare.

                         ❛    guess people here are really intense   ,  huh  .   ❜

[skinshifts-blog]

‘ you’d think teenagers would know better than this. ’ or maybe that’s just him ---- he can’t remember the last time he spent any more than maybe fifteen minutes around a rambunctious group of teenagers causing havoc and mayhem. this, though, this is ridiculous. and it’s only proving to him how desperately wrong something is with faulk hollow. he scratches at his cheekbone, coffee gripped tight in hand. the winds have practically blown any heat it had once had it right out, which makes for... he takes a sip, grimaces. disgusting coffee. ‘ or maybe not. it could be an error in my judgment. ’

[apophani]

                         LIKE  (  ♥  )   for some quality plotting and a starter i will try so hard not to mess up

[scvrpions]

hi angels ! this is a STARTER call because i’m too weak to do any open ones ( though i will post one or two so everyone has options ) so give this a like & i’ll write you something !

[scvrpions]

    ‘  DO  I  KNOW  ANYTHING  ABOUT  GOBLINS  ?  how  stupid  !  ’  isadora  huffs  along  the  dirt  path  towards  her  apothecary  shop  ,   freckled  shoulders  burning  the  slightest  tinge  of  scarlet  with  the  latest  cast  of  sweltering  heat   --  coupled  with  the  positively  OBNOXIOUS  questions  these  intruders  thrust  at  her ,  and  isadora  surely  isn’t  having  the  best  day .  she  pauses  in  her  tracks  &  lifts  her  gaze  up  to  the  ominous  green  glow  in  the  sky ,  finally  exhaling ,  ‘  so  that’s  just  a  thing  we’re  dealing  with  now  ,  right  ?  ’

[apophani]

                                 @ O P E N .        ( … )

                it was the final measurement for her client's specifications. their frame was mirrored , that was the only setting, the client facing the client . if not for the skilled fingers INTERTWINED with the customer's collar and a pair of eyes that were trained onto their neck regarding a readjustment of the tie after getting rid of wrinkled patterns that formed atop their shoulders , based  solely on the quietude ( a muffled vinyl song ) and the minimalist design of the dressing room one would assume they were ALONE  . luna was the almost fading presence with v a c a n t  touches and adaptations and an occasional   ' is this better ? '  whenever a decision needed to be made. she stepped back , gaze finally raised , turning to see her work reflected and eyeing the person through the mirror.

                        ❛    so , give me your thoughts . how’s your SELF-ESTEEM right at this second ?   ❜

[guttremble-blog]

                                  @ O P E N  .        ( ... )

               the professor held her phone just above her waistline, screen exhibiting a colorful set of woodsy drawings, it seemed to still be l o a d i n g when she exited the building and saw an acquaintance of hers. jace grinned, free left hand momentarily leaving a welcoming as well as excited clutch on their shoulder. she shifted her attention back to the game just a quick as she spoke.   ❛    c’mon , walk with me  . i’m trying to prove a point to a student of mine about rock pokemon , but i have to hunt a lot of them to do so . we’ll have to post-pone our drinks .  ❜    first years were always treacherous in some ways, she laid out her methodology specially for them. the object was raised to her chest, her pace turned languid as per instinct since she had someone by her side. jace had got the lightest and thinnest smile, while walking faulk’s somber evening and half lit sidewalk following a narrow gps line.

                        ❛    did you know this town’s got the largest amount of ghost types ??  and since every where here is creepy , you’re bound to get extra jumpy when a gengar shows up  .  ❜   through the comment , brownish hues glued to her companion’s side and head tilted mildly.