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[madameviper-blog1]

⚕┇OPEN

— ❝ Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit ! ❞ Marisol whispered to herself as she ran down the street, the curses coming out in sharp hisses from between her teeth. Frantically looking down at her phone, the time read 11:49 PM, & another curse slipped out of her mouth.

She hadn’t meant to stay out so late, & usually she was at home in bed hours before this, but she had slacked off a little at the zoo, spending a long while after it had closed taking care of loose ends. With some absolutely BRILLIANT thinking on her part, Marisol thought she could make it home before curfew, but with the minutes until midnight closing in & how far she had to yet to run, her odds weren’t looking so hot. In times like these, she still wished she had her car, but when you move half way across the world & can’t afford to bring said car with you, you’re between a rock & a hard place.

Her boots slapped down on the concrete as she ran, the minutes continuing to count down. She’d heard stories about what happened after midnight, of people disappearing, of bad things happening ( people had began reappearing lately, however, but bad things had followed them back, it seemed ). Marisol didn’t want to be one of those who went missing — who would take care of her beloved pets ?

Another look down at her phone showed her seven more minutes until the bells in the town clock would begin its ringing, & she was still nowhere near to getting home. Panic setting in, Marisol stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, looking around frantically. A home with lights casting shadows in the windows stood on the other side of the darkened street, & God willing, they wouldn’t turn Marisol away at this time.

Looking both ways out of habit before crossing, Marisol came up to the door & began pounding on it, shouting, ❝ Hello ? Hello ! Please, just let me in ! Hello ! ❞

[sky-reed-blog]

Dr. Reed looked half dead as she leaned on her hand trying to keep awake. Even the scent  of the warm coffee did little to keep her eyes from drooping. After the horrors that had happened, Sky had spent a good week mostly unconscious.

Still she seemed to still be tired.

“‘M sorry. Can you repeat that?” 

[rubyredsongbird-blog]

&& OPEN.

         it wouldn’t ever be until the early hours of the morning that ruby woke from her trance ---- the one that kept her searching on && on each night for something. what that something was ?? well, that was a question that seemingly would never be answered. ruby wasn’t even aware that she was l o o k i n g. what she was aware of was the fact that night after night she’d wake up some place new on the brink of sunrise.

                  whoever’s she was in today was yet another mystery. stirring slowly, the redhead pulled herself from the place she’d collapsed, fallen out of the trance, onto the floor. her body felt sore, every inch of her felt the drain of exhaustion. no rest to be had when one wasn’t technically sleeping. the moments she wasn’t wandering were spent trying to keep awake to avoid the “SPELL.” thankfully, thus far, she’d been able to slip out of places unnoticed, but the early hours of this particular morning would end that trend.

         in the darkened room she stood, hearing a set of footsteps stopping close. to hide ?? no, she was already past that option && in no place to kid herself. worst came to worst, she had her ways of influence. “this is significantly awkward.” she muttered softly in the dark to whomever had joined.

[thecopycvt-blog]

      She was only ONE of those who were not so lucky to be at the town’s square as it all went to hell and beyond—and one of those who’s flesh was touched by the hungry fire that blazed everything. Cuts in her skin, half of her body BURNED enough for it to stay, and no shock helped her push away the pain. Second degree at the least, she could already tell as Spencer tried to muster up enough strength to get up from the ground, and to push debris away from herself, wood and other things pressing her legs. 

      Spencer could swear she had blacked out for a second, wasn’t sure how much time she had spent on the cold ground with a high pitched noise between her ears and heart pumping so hard she could feel it through her skin, pulse hitting her eardrums. Finally the shifter got up, one hand against a still-standing wall for support: shorts, tank top burned, right half of her body bright red and skin peeling in some parts, BLISTERS already forming—ugly and deviously painful. She began walking, slowly, searching for something—anything. With so many screams around her she wasn’t even sure which direction to turn, her brain still in a state of panic, yet to grasp what just happened. One minute she was crossing the square to get to her work, legs carrying her fast, and another she heard a loud sound, felt wind and heat and then there was nothing. 

      Suddenly, as she walked around the corner, a figure caught her eye—a semi familiar face to the dizzy brain, name forgotten. “Hey! Hey you! Are you alright? Do you need help?”

[thementvlist-blog]

The last time he went out to any sort of festival or celebration—anything with so much people and joy around, really—Beatrix had been still around. But today, the two pills he had popped in like candy worked well enough for him not to try and perform a lobotomy on himself, and he somehow went outside to fish for some distraction . Now, he was lying peacefully on the grass, tiny goats running around with ribbons around their necks, some bunnies hopping between flowers and over each other. 

It was peaceful. During the few months he spent here it was all human disappearances and murder, and a lot of headache, but today Aglæca managed to put its best facade on and pretend it wasn’t a thing. He enjoyed his private hour until a squeaky voice of a little girl pierced everything that was going on around him. ‘Mommy! What are they doing to each other?!’ — and Felix turned his attention to the scene of crime immediately, a single dark brow going up lazily. “Spring, am I right?” He spoke up to the person nearest to him, “Bunnies banging like—bunnies—and that goat seems to be into some possible action too.. Nothing celebrates the start of life like childhood trauma.”

[penelopexpark-blog]

Penelope wasn’t paying attention ( a problem that had plagued her for her entire life ), too caught up in her own thoughts as she made her way through the main amphitheater before the day’s practice. She had been testing out a new profiterole recipe in her kitchen that morning, and they had turned out awful. Nothing Penelope ever made was awful. She hadn’t messed up a recipe since she was twelve years old, back when she had first started baking, and the entire experience had thrown her off.

She had spent the rest of the afternoon lost in her head, second-guessing the recipe, but more so second-guessing herself, trying to figure out exactly where she went wrong, and so far she was coming up blank. By the time she got to the amphitheater, she was attempting to reconfigure the amounts of sugar to baking powder in her head ( which, honestly, she should have known better than to even try -- math had never been her strong suit, she couldn’t get it right without a pencil and paper in front of her ), and was so unaware of her surroundings that she didn’t even notice the errant baton lying on the ground in front of her.

She slipped, feet coming right out from under her and sending herself flying forward, and by the time she realized what was happening, it was too late to stop it. With a loud crash Penelope landed on her back in front of the entrance backstage. As she pushed herself up to a sitting position while taking stock of her injuries ( she was going to have at least one nasty bruise, that was for sure ), Penelope realized that she seemed to be sitting on the remnants of -- well, something.

❛ Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh jeeze, oh no. ❜

It was sort of hard to tell exactly what it was when it was in pieces, she was just praying that she’d be able to fix it or get rid of it before anyone found out.

[morokatya-blog]

[ text: group chat w/ aglaeca residents ] (1) attachment. [ text: group chat w/ aglaeca residents ] if just one person in this god damn town finds this funny I’ve succeeded [ text: group chat w/ aglaeca residents ] if not fuck you all

[bitchcassidys-blog]

❛ uh uh. not on my watch. ❜

most of the other patrons were already inside the bar, leaving the entryway almost deserted. an arm reached across the length of it to rest on the doorframe, whilst its owner leaned against the opposite side, glancing up from behind shaded eyes. ( sunglasses. at night. so she was being a dick. sue her. ) dim embers glowed at the end of a cigarette plucked from hanna’s mouth, and she grinned, flicking it to the ground to grind it underfoot, taking a step towards her unlucky target, one arm stretched behind so that she might still block the door.

❛ you know the rules, babe. ❜ there were, of course, no rules at all pertaining to entry of the bar ( and if there were, hanna had likely broken them all ) but still, hanna advanced, leaning in close, grin turning somewhat smug. ❛ we kick ‘em to the curb unless y’r sleepin’ with us. kisses are acceptable as a down-payment, an’ we bar y’ if y’don’t follow through. ❜ bullshit, every word of it, but still, she persisted, for her own amusement more than anything else. turning her head just slightly, hanna presented her cheek, still watching her companion from the corner of her eye, waiting for a reaction, any reaction – after all, where was the craic in winding people up if they didn’t respond ?

❛ well ? ❜