#fremontstart

[prophetallen-blog]

He doesn’t particularly care who sees him at this point. Normally, Chris had a habit of upholding the holier than thou act any time he was outside of his room at the Starlit. Tonight, though, he casually opens the bible that had been tucked his arm, and removes the flask tucked into it. No one ever bothered to question why he never opened it, and even if they did, he wasn’t particularly sure they cared, either. Taking a long swig from the small container, he closed the book and tucked it back under his arm, leaning in the flickering fluorescent light of the sign outside the motel. 

[rainhqs]

there wasn’t ever a time in rain’s life where they were completely strapped for cash with only five cents to her name, and by no means were they ever rich — living comfortably and able to indulge themselves and spend a little here and there without reason — but rain couldn’t ever remember a time where she was this broke and strapped for the cash that she didn’t have. it was a change for her to go from earning a good sum of money as a nanny, to almost nothing as a bartender after her van was stolen, along with the money she had saved in a jar. she only had five dollars, and while she would go to work later and make up for what she didn’t have in tips from far too drunk men who fold under the slightest bit of sweet talking on her end, it still didn’t make her feel any less stressed out or worried. she simply couldn’t afford to lose her place in starlit, she had nowhere to go (and no way to leave) if she were to be kicked to the curb, and asking her family for the help wasn’t a option unless it became dire.

“i’m this close,” rain gestured with her fingers, pinching the air until there was only a sliver of space between the digits, “from trading in the bar rag for a pair of pasties and high heels.” maybe she was joking and maybe she was being dramatic, but it was a thought that has crossed her mind more times than just once. she held a high respect for entertainers and wouldn’t ever look down on them; they were simply working just as the rest of the world was, and making damn good money, too. “even drunks are stingy with their money in the city of sin, i tell you.”

[rolvnds-blog]

Emery stood on the front porch of the motel that they had decided to call their temporary home ( or at least that’s what it had served as for the past three months ). They leaned against one of the posts that helped keep up the awning that had been built over top of the porch. With their usual ultra-focused expression playing out on their features, Emery looked down at their nails on the hand they extended out in front of them. With their other hand, they filed them to with a small common utensil. Hearing the sound of someone approaching, Emery figured it was Davie ( who they had been waiting for in the first place ) walking on the sidewalk with a crunching under a tread that neared closer and closer, they didn’t bother to even look up from the masterpiece they held at each fingertip and clicked their tongue. “I’ve been wondering where you ran off to…” Emery commented, flicking their eyes up in appraisal. “—Mind telling me where you’ve been?” They asked, looking once again over at the fellow person with an arched brow. They weren’t fueled just out of curiosity but out of the need to know more than they were probably expected or allowed.

[holloweycs]

                 the motel lobby’s becoming increasingly crowded, comers and goers, backpackers, fun-seekers, and jack’s simply trying to read the iliad in peace. aside from the flick of a page and sip of a drink, he’s still, until another corporate coffee sipper drops into the seat beside him, attempting to exchange pleasantries. he doesn’t want small talk, he wants to be left alone. “a man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch,” jack begins, eyes on his companion, part of him determined to make them leave. has his act thus far -- the misanthropic scholar -- not given insight to his isolated proclivities? “--the body rots. melts into slime. flowers pop up where the body lies, seeds fly out of the flowers, and a bee sucks the flowers and makes honey. and then the family of the girl buys the honey from the store. and the family eat the girl.” 

[rcryluna-blog]

like this for a closed starter babies!

[rolvnds-blog]

Emery had been invited to a rather inconspicuous gathering of like-minded people but, that was no surprise to them. They had been invited to other parties that night as well because, after all, living in Vegas, there was almost always something to do. After arriving at the destination, a warehouse that had been refurbished into a pseudo night club. There was more people than they were expecting, and they didn’t know any of their names or their faces yet. Or, at least, hadn’t recognized anybody. Emery wasn’t smiling but it became increasingly difficult to keep it up when they saw the person next to them’s eyes roll. “Nice to see you too,” They greeted back at them, sarcastically. “If I might say, you don’t necessarily seem enthralled with the party-goings. Maybe a drink would help?” They asked and fetched two beers, thinking on their feet, only to return to where the two of them were standing against one of the walls. Emery gave one drink to the other. “...Here. Now you can always remember me as the person who got you alcohol in a stitch.”

[prophetallen-blog]

i’m awake, and since the event has started, like this for an event starter from ya boy & i’ll shoot you a message if we haven’t plotted or anything yet!!

[dolcedulcet]

        “  FOUR PEOPLE TOSSED COINS INTO MY COFFEE TODAY,   ”  the brunette prefaces as she glances mournfully at the styrofoam cup curled within spindly digits. “  i take the hint  — i’ll fix up my hair before i go out in public again, sheesh.  ”