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[freezeher-moved]

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❛ i tried to be good . . . am i no good ? ❜

[rescuefield-a]

@j0ysticks asked : ❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

any other day claire would have laughed off a question like this, shook her head despite hardships and continued her job - but here she is today instead, mourning for a city that could have once again been saved and instead all it's left is ruins and death. you learn to live with it as time passes by, compartmentalizing as much as possible so that whoever might have survived could actually believe you can keep them safe from further harm... but there's no denying now that claire doesn't feel very much like that person anymore - her beliefs and hope basically being buried along with tall oaks.

"i knew some of the victims." she remarks, no bite in her words, only exhaustion as hands clasp on her lap in attempt to hide their trembling. "fuck, my friends are there." a bitter laugh escapes her lips as head bows - the whole reason why she's decided to operate with terrasave once again even though her trust in the organisation had dissipated a couple years prior with neil's way of leading it. eventually claire reaches for her radio again, thumb relentlessly pushing over button in hope anyone could tell her that the search is going well. "have you found anyone so far?"

[babyegle]

PROMPTS FOR LAVISH BALLS, PARTIES, AND SECRETS | accepting.

@j0ysticks asked: [ stairwell ] sender stumbles upon receiver sitting in the stairwell alone, hiding from the crowded ballroom and all the guests

Due   to   her   standing   Ashley   was   often   invited   to   all   sorts   of   fancy   get-togethers.   Though   some   could   be   entertaining   ..the   majority   were   dull.  

The   guests   were   typically   older   'rich'   folk   who   more   often   than   not   came   off   as   sketchy.   Which   is   why   the   woman   tended   to   fade   into   the   background,   even   if   that   was   difficult   being   the   president's   daughter   and   all.

--   she   still   tried   ---

At   the   very   least   paparazzi   were   prohibited   for   the   evening   -   she   could   wander   as   she   pleased,   a   nice   quiet   place   for   a   breather   was   the   goal   when   she   left   the   side   of   her   Father.   Earlier   Ashley   had   noticed   a   stairwell   that   seemed   to   fit   the   bill,   who'd   hang   around   there   when   they   could   dance?

--Once   reaching   her   destination   she   sat   down   and   began   rubbing   at   her   sore   feet.   As   lovely   as   the   heeled   shoes   were,   they   weren't   meant   to   be   worn   for   such   a   long   period   of   time.

---   (If   only   she   had   brought   a   flat   pair.   -   ugh,   she'd   have   to   remind   herself   to   do   just   that   for   the   next   event)

and   now,   to   make   matters   just   a   bit   worse   -   the   steps   of   another   could   be   heard   growing   in   closer.   Just   when   she   thought   she   could   be   alone   with   her   shoes   off!

---   head   turned   and   tilted   to   the   side   to   get   a   look   at   who   was   approaching.   To   her   relief   they   weren't   one   of   those   snobby   looking   men   her   Father   was   conversing   with   but   it   didn't   make   things   any   less   embarrassing.

"S-Sorry.   I'll   move.   -"   Due   to   them   appearing   close   in   age,   she   couldn't   help   wondering   who   this   girl   was?   Perhaps   a   daughter   of   one   of   the   guests   here?

Or   maybe   she   herself   was   someone   of   importance?

[fl4y-archived]

[ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair

         The bristles of the brush pass through Carmen's soft dark locks easily, barely catching on any tangles (she can thank her trusty conditioner for that), and she hums as she hugs her knees closer to her chest, her eyes contently shut. It's nice having someone take care of her. With her mother gone, and her older sister off to college, it's rare anyone has the opportunity to do things like this with Carmen.

         Her mother used to brush her hair and sing to her to keep her from fussing when there were too many tangles, and Maria loved combing through Carmen's hair. It was almost like a bonding activity for them     ——    Maria would brush her hair, and they'd talk about crushes... Of course, it was mostly one-sided, as Carmen rarely had any kind of romantic interest in anyone she went to school with.

         Carmen sighs out, smiling to herself as Jude brushes through her hair, her hands gentle as can be.      ❛❛   You're next.   ❜❜     She says, leaving no room for argument as she shoots a grin over her shoulder.      ❛❛   I mean it, I don't care how much longer we have on our lunch break,   ❜❜     She glances down at her watch and winces. Okay, not so long, then...     ❛❛   Alright, switch places with me.   ❜❜     @j0ysticks

[thewcy]

✧˚ · . 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝟒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , @j0ysticks .

there's  a  silence  as  he  marches  along,  not  really  paying  much  attention  to  the  other  that  was  walking  alongside  him.  he  never  really  cared  for  idle  conversation  or  saying  too  much.  there  was  no  need  to  really  talk,  anyway.  after  all,  it  wasn't  words  from  mandalorians  that  people  wanted.  it  was  what  they  could  do.

besides,  no  one  needed  to  know  about  grogu.  and  he'd  prefer  to  keep  it  that  way.

❝  unless  you  know  your  way  around  a  ship  to  help  fix  it,  i'd  say  to  go  about  your  way.  ❞  he  replies  without  answering  her  question.  his  ship  needed  fixing  --  and  he  was  well  away  from  the  nearest  person  he  trusts  it  with.  he  had  just  finished  picking  up  scrap  that  had  fallen  away  from  it.  it  was  going  to  take  a  bit  for  him  to  do  the  needed  repairs  himself.

[deadaim-a]

INCOMING TRANSMISSION ⇋ @j0ysticks “   we  are  below  rock  bottom  right  now .   we’re ,  like ,  in  hell .   ”

"Nah, gotta be specific. There's multiple layers to hell. Didn't you ever read Dante's Inferno, that poem from Divine Comedy? Nine Circles of Hell? Thought all high schools did--- well... it was a long time ago, for me at least." He mused and reflected, shooting the woman a thin lipped grin. A fair attempt at lightening the mood with a poor jab at their situation. If he kept his cool, then he's hoping it'll help her keep hers as well. It worked out all that time ago in Spain, then surely it'll work here too. Even if the circumstances proved to be a tab more dire. He wasn't going to let a thing happen to this woman. That's the newest objective of this mission. "I'd say we're only the first level. Still close to the surface at least, ya know?"

"--- Listen, Jude, you need to keep your head on straight for me. And I need you to trust me again." Leon reminiscences back on all those years ago. When he found her trapped like a feral animal that was met with so much abuse that she was ready to bite a helping hand. He reminds her of that time, "Remember when we met? I made sure you got out of that village safely. I kept my word then. I'll be keeping it now too. We are gonna get out of this." Gloved hand reached out to rest on his companions shoulder. Offering her a gentle squeeze, and a small, yet reassuring smile.

"Follow my lead, alright?"

[rescuefield-a]

@j0ysticks asked : what do you listen to ? to get into the flow .

question is met with a confused hum when she notices jude looking at her, polite smile offered as earphones are taken off and placed around her neck. soft 'oh.' leaves her lips upon hearing what was initially inquired, gaze darting around the nearly empty gym as claire figures out that of course it would appear she might be listening to some sort of playlist. "uh, i'm actually listening to a podcast." she confesses, lios pursing tight before offering an apologetic look. "sherry and rani have been talking nonstop about it over brunch last week, so i was curious to hear what's all about."

head bows and a smile forms on lips at the thought of her girls - the podcast in question being ungodly bad but she will still listen to it to the end just for the sake of having something to connect with them, watching them growing up before her eyes surely taking the most negative toll on claire's mind when they were little kids just the other day. "y'know, you should join sometime, the girls would love you." and truth is they could all benefit of having a few more friends in the deal. "i can send you the link to the podcast if you'd like."

[fl4y-archived]

          Carmen tilts her head when she spots Jude sitting alone, and is quick to make her way over to the other girl, offering a crooked smile as she approaches.     ❛❛   Hope you don't mind some company.   ❜❜     She drawls, sighing softly as she sits beside Jude, kicking her feet out so her legs are stretched straight. It feels nice to take a little break, the arcade had been so crazy all afternoon...     ❛❛   You've been so quiet today, is... Something up?   ❜❜     She asks, tone quiet, as she's not wanting to be invasive. She's quick to hold her hands up.      ❛❛   It's totally cool if you don't want to talk about it, we can just... Sit here.   ❜❜     @j0ysticks