#grimstonestarter

[natfoladare]

Natasha loved Fridays. She had once class in the morning and one class in the late afternoon which left her with most of her day in an empty studio. Dance had been a passion of hers throughout her entire life and had it not been for the influence of her family, she might have pursued it professionally. Instead, she’d found herself a pre-law major until her ‘accident’ changed her entire world and brought her here. Shaking off memories of her past life, Natasha eyed herself in the mirror and waited for the music to reach the point she’d choreographed to. Once it did, she began to move, unable to stop the grin that spread across her face until she was finished. Doubled over to catch her breath, she was acutely aware of someone standing in the doorway of the studio, “You,” she breathed, straightening and turning to face them, “Are either: very late for my morning class, very early for my afternoon, or entirely lost.” She tilted her head to the side, trying to appraise which they were.

[ascoldaslandon]

“I know I said I wanted to spar with someone but I wasn’t expecting to get hit in the face that hard,” Landon pressed a slowly cooling hand on the side of his face, checking that nothing was broken. So far, everything seemed as it should, aside the stinging sensation.

[rissacolbert]

open starter

It was hour six into her ten hour shift. She was tired. Her feet hurt. Her head hurt, she really needed caffeine and their coffee machine in the break room decided to break. It was a bad day. Doctor orders got placed in her inbox on her desk and she grabbed the sheets of paper. As a medical assistant with a certification and phlebotomy, it meant she did a lot more in the clinic than most medical assistants did. She gathered the various tubes she needed and her kit before heading to the patient’s exam room listed on the paper. Larissa knocked on the door a couple times before stepping inside, brown hues on the paper before she looked up with a smile. “Hiya, I’m Larissa, I need to draw some blood for lab tests,” she greeted as she pulled up a stool and sat down in front of the patient, “name and date of birth please?” she asked politely.

[leviwilliams]

“Closing time...” Levi hummed to himself, fingers drumming the countertop as he watched the hands of the clock before him tick closer and closer to when he could shut down the ticket booth - fifteen minutes after the last showing started. He set a ‘ring bell for service’ sign in his place and spun around as he exited the booth to grab a mop so he’d be ready when it was time to close up, when he noticed the person he’d last sold a ticket to still lingering in the lobby and looking around like they were waiting for someone. “Do you need help?” He asked timidly, hoping they weren’t being stood up. “The movie’s just in there, there’s only one theater.”

[blakenieves]

“If someone tells me that not eating meat makes me weak, do I have the right to punch the crap out of him?” Blake asked, not that it was really a question. As far as she was concerned, anyone questioning her ability to throw a punch made them potentially fair game to punch. “If not, I might have accidentally instigated a fight at the gym today.”

[kristenxparrish]

Kristen finally had her new script. She couldn’t help but want to read over it over and over again until she could get herself into character. However, that didn’t mean she could skip out on work at Prohibition. 

The movie star leaned against the counter and began to flip through the pages when she heard someone come to the bar and sit in front of her. A small, annoyed sigh escaped her lips as her eyes flickered up to acknowledge them and then back down to her script. “What would you like to drink?” She asked, barely paying attention to the person. She knew that she had to put the script down soon to make their drink, but she just couldn’t stop herself from reading. 

[vicmartell]

Victoria was feeling somewhat out of sorts, having had a long and difficult conversation with a spirit she’d unwittingly brought back in her sleep and seen looming over her when she woke up. She’d headed to the coffee shop in search of soul soothing coffee and the hopes of some caffeination. Vic hadn’t been thinking when she’d picked up the first cup the barista had set down on the counter, only realizing that it wasn’t hers when she was halfway to the door and saw a different name on the cup. 

“I’m sorry,” she started, quietly, approaching the person that had been waiting at the counter beside her, “I think I grabbed your cup on accident.” She turned the cup out to show them the name. “I didn’t drink out of it but I’ll buy you a replacement anyway?”

[theodorecphd]

On the occasion that Theodore had a writing or even data collection breakthrough--not a frequent occasion, as writing and researching for him had always been more of a steady trickle than a wave--he found himself doing somewhat irresponsible things. In this case, those irresponsible things amounted to staying late at his office to write, missing curfew, and then waking up to a notice that he’d lost internet privileges for a day. This was, at best, an inconvenience, as much of his work required internet resources as well.

All of which was to say, Theodore felt entirely justified when he approached and asked--or, rather, announced. “Excuse me, I need you to use the internet for me. It’s for important reasons.”