Still can’t believe I got to be part of this: Thanks @aniraklova for making this amazing idea happen.
Didn’t expect this when I first started posting here - but damn, what a ride 🤘.
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I plan to go on and bring their story back -
"a tempting offer, won’t ya?" 😉
GRAVITY
Band
Saint • Phoenix • Thunder • Hannah
Crew
Connor • Damon • Marcin • Wesley • Pierce
Reporter 'The Chronicle'
Jonathan Caelwyn
Poster - Edgewave 'Back on Stage'
Thanks to all CC Creator - without your amzing work, nothin' of this would've been possible - you make my world more colorful - kisses and hugs - 🥰🧡🧡🧡🐺🤗
an additional note about Conn to the backstory you can read here:
a piece of backstory if you’re curious.
and just a add lil note from my side:
Gravity has been with me for years. They weren’t created for this event, they’ve grown slowly, with stories and struggles and a whole lot of memories. This comeback is just one chapter in their journey. And yeah, it’s part of my world I’m happy to share with anyone who’s curious or feels connected. We all love our blorbos, right? I’m actually on vacation right now, working on an old laptop with limited time and tech issues, so yes things took a little longer and I’m just glad it all came together in time. I really believe we all carry our characters with love, whether they’re new or have been with us for years. Giving them the space they deserve, in our own way and that’s what makes this event so special. And for me? Being part of it has been a true heart project. It shows how much I value the idea and all the amazing entries out there - love the variety (one long post or a series of shorter ones 😜), love all the individual creativity. Thanks again 🥰
Jonathan Caelwyn slammed the door shut behind him and muttered a quiet curse.
He dropped his bag on the floor, tilted his head back for a moment. What a damn day.
He sank down next to his bag, running a hand over his face. The tension sat deep.
Not because it had been a bad day - but because it had been a pointless one.
He was a journalist, not a damn errand boy.
His name stood for exposés, for stories that gripped people. He was the guy who brought things to light that others preferred to keep in the dark.
And yet, today, he had felt exactly like that - a damn intern, stuck with all the tasks no one else wanted to do.
A sudden illness had taken his cameraman out of commission, throwing all his plans out the window.
And because it was just one of those days - the kind where the universe seemed to hate him - there wasn’t even a backup available to step in.
Officially, he was between projects - no hot story, no mission keeping him on his toes. But there was something he had his eye on, a lead he would have liked to follow.
His station director, however, saw things differently.
When a reporter had nothing big in the works, it didn’t take long before they were reassigned to things far beneath them.
The result: Jonathan had spent the entire day dealing with bureaucracy, technical issues, a trip to the archives, and a pointless fact-check at the museum for some upcoming event ...
... and an interview about local waste management. A topic so frustrating he almost wished he could throw himself into one of those damn containers.
He was still standing there, shoulders tense.
It was no use. He stretched, trying to shake off the frustration, shrugged off his jacket, and headed for his office.
Chaotic, half-furnished - he hadn’t lived here for long,
having only recently fulfilled one of his dreams:
his own four walls, no more noisy neighbors constantly breaking his concentration.
But he hadn’t quite settled in yet. It still didn’t really feel like home.
Jonathan sighed and sank into the chair, clicking through emails, skimming over notes. Nothing urgent.
He exhaled deeply, leaned back, and rubbed the bridge of his nose… restless, unsatisfied.
Eventually, he shut down the PC - it wasn’t going to get him anywhere tonight anyway.
With a deep sigh, he rubbed his face and sank onto the couch.
His surroundings were modern, tasteful - but tonight, they felt empty. Silent. Too silent.
He needed a distraction.
Not just a glass of whiskey and a movie - something real.
His gaze drifted to the phone on the coffee table.
There were plenty of clubs in the city.
Places where no one would ask about his day. Where he could just be.
Jonathan got up and headed for the shower
...
A drink.
A dance.
An adventure.
His lips curled into a faint smirk. Yeah, that sounded like exactly what he needed right now.
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