#greenlakestarter

[noelleoak-blog]

“You know, usually when people have headphones in and are sitting by themselves, they probably want to be left alone.” Noelle spoke, taking one of her headphones out of her ear, she shifted in the booth that she was sitting in and cleared her throat. “But, what’s up?”

[noelleoak-blog]

Noelle leaned against the metal wall of a tool shed, her head down and a cigarette in her hand. She cleared her throat and brought the cigarette up to her lips, taking a long drag. She pushed her hair back behind her ears and squinted as she looked up towards the sun. “What a day.” She spoke with a sigh, dropping her head back down.

[noelleoak-blog]

“Yeah, that’s right. And stay out.” Noelle spoke to the teenager who tried to ‘hold up’ the bank with his finger gun in his pocket, though she saw through his stupid ploy. She straightened her shirt and stood up straight. Turning to go back into the bank, almost running into someone. “Oh, sorry...” She looked up making eye contact with them, recognizing them. “Hi.”

[oakleydokily-blog]

It was the kind of hot day that had him hauling the set out onto the front lawn, making a crude makeshift stand for it, getting out the deck chairs and ice box before firing off a text to the one person he knew would appreciate his set up. 

( → roy ) The car doesn't need fixing, but I’ve got the set outside and Noelle's old paddling pool if you wanna come over to watch the game.

( → roy ) Smokes and cheap beer too, just to sweeten the deal. 

What game, he didn’t know. But it was a Saturday so something would be on and he wasn’t on shift until tomorrow morning, so why the hell not, right?

@mechanic-dad​

[tristanhenley]

“So, what exactly is the point in throwing out perfectly good food at the end of the night when there are tons of people in this town starving?” Tristan asked, raising an eyebrow up at her manager, who simply asked for her apron. “Whatever.” She spoke, handing her apron over, shoving some bills into her back pocket. “I don’t need to work at a place that doesn’t care about other people.”

[jackyavorskiy-blog]

“Out of all the things I missed about this town,” Jack begins as he takes a seat on the park bench. “The unfriendly ducks were definitely not one of them.” He frowns at a particularly ghoulish-looking one, eyeing him from afar. “Is it just me they don’t like, or have they lost all trust they’d ever had in people, do you think?”

[mooreandy-blog]

Stones crackle underneath his boots as he approaches the tracks. It’s a secluded part, one that the guards don’t normally check for crossers of the “illegal” kind. Andy glances around him, careful of any prying eyes that just might turn him in. His attention occupied elsewhere, as he steps forward, he bumps into something, or rather someone, and panic immediately rises within him. “Shit-,” he curses, and thinks he’s been caught.

[suttonplz-blog]

The bitter winter air hugged Sutton’s body like a blanket, sparking a deep shiver to tremble in her bones as she walked down the pavement. It would have been high time for her to buy a new jacket that actually insulated her body heat, but every passing month she had been drowning her extra money carelessly. She stopped momentarily, sparing a glance at her secondhand watch and figured that she could afford some time to grab a cup of coffee to-go. The warm air inside the shop greeted her kindly, sparking a small smile to settle on her face until the casher that had received her order charged her more than she actually carried in her pocket. “I’m down 50 cents, honestly. That’s not even a whole lot-” She tried to plead, but the person behind  the counter didn’t spare her a kind glance. With a defeated sigh, Sutton moved to leave until the person behind her stopped her. “Sorry to hold up the lane,” She mumbled sarcastically. “Some jackasses can’t spare a few cents.”