#hgstarter

[everaltair]

Sensory overload was not the proper way to describe it. Ever was in fucking heaven. For a moment she had to make sure she hadn’t died and actually gone to heaven. Her guitar was strapped to her back, thumb fiddling with the strap as she bounced on her heels. She’d been getting ready to perform on a stage so tiny she could barely fit anything but herself and a stool, but it was enough for her. “I’m shaking. My hands are shaking and I’m probably going to start crying at any minute.” She looked around to see who would be in the vicinity to hear her sing. Hell-- she’d played for three people before. “Promise you’ll slap me if I look like I’m about to faint.”

[serenawhittle]

Interacting with others always left Serena with the need to get away from it all, get away from the town and just move in the woods like she always had. There was always the question if it was the right choice to move to Hollow Grove, especially with her past, but she knew she would have not survived much longer outside of it. 

It was still kind of cold out, but the brisk air entering her lungs was heaven sent as she moved along the trail of Leakey Falls. Lost in her own thoughts she wasn’t paying attention to what was around her, even closing her eyes as she let the surety of her steps guide her. The sound of a branch snapping ripped her out of her head, jolting and then feeling weightlessness around her. 

“Ah— Fuck!” 

Serena tumbled down into a patch of brambles off the side of the trail, but luckily she was relatively uninjured besides a few scrapes. “Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me, or come help drag me out of these sticky, pointy noodles of death?!” 

[lena-jepsen]

There was nothing quite like getting put on ticket duty at the station. She’d been gone for well over a year, lost her seniority, but none of that mattered when she had angry mothers yelling at her for ticketing. She took a breath when she heard footsteps behind her, jotting down the last few letters of the license plate. “Don’t bother,” she said, assuming it was the cars owner. “The meters at zero. You can take it up in court.”

[marixreyes]

Despite being back for only a short time now this town still left a bitter taste in Maria’s mouth. This was the town she had grown up in, where she had lived, where she had died. In the years she had been gone it had changed so much yet so little, still full of the supernatural which made her feel like more of an outcast. Being normal, being human had been her downfall when she was growing up and it was still driven into her that since she was human she was useless, worth nothing. It didn’t help that her brother being who he was the attention was normally on him. Maybe that was for the best. 

With all of these thoughts it seemed to be a down day for Maria Reyes, a glum look on her face as she sat down at the bar, ordering herself a beer. She had told her brother that she only drank when he was around but she was making an exception (also he said she shouldn’t so of course she had to). Leaning back in her stool Maria pulled out her phone as she waited for her drink. As soon as it was set down in front of her she looked up and started reaching for it when someone snatched it from right in front of her “Excuse me, that’s my drink.” She interjected, grabbing their sleeve before they could walk away.

[opalucy-blog]

Lucy: So

Lucy: I put my cat in a costume

Lucy: And I think he hates me now

Lucy: What do I do

[eleanor-sargent-blog]

Ellie grumbled low in her throat as she worked through editing an article from one of the older journalists at the paper. It was dull work most days where she had to keep her opinion out of the corrections. Despite the heat, she was sitting outside with a freshly brewed cup of hot coffee steaming beside her. "Really," she muttered to herself. "There should be a law that disqualifies journalists who can't spell which. That's the second one."

[itsalextraynor]

“Oh, no, I didn’t kidnap her. I started babysitting. A girl needs money, right?”

[valeriegoul-blog]

Valerie kept her eyes glued to the sidewalk, focusing on the faint tap of her converse against pavement as she weaved through the locals of Hollow Grove. Desperate to not attract attention, she tried to keep her eyes low as she scanned the people around her and glimpsed street signs, reading them quickly and hoping she was heading the right direction. Valerie had never been good with directions. Everyone had always joked that Valerie could get lost in a shoebox.

Making a last minute decision to turn a corner, Valerie caught the toe of her converse on a crack in the pavement, flailing forward. As she tried to catch herself, her hands landed on someone’s arms. She glanced up at them, managing a sheepish grin, “Sorry,” she apologized quickly, “I’ve never been the best at walking.”