#kilmer.starter

[selfobsess]

open starter !!! (4/5)

at: halloween event

isadora pranced through the beach, high heels forgotten the moment her feet touched the sand. she loved this: the clashing between booming voices and loud music, the whole town coming together in spooky celebration just to have a good time. and adding costumes to the mix made everything more interesting ( people tended to be bolder when dressed up as someone else ). if it was up to isa, every single day would be like this.

she made her way to a specific spot she had previously found. it was unremarkable really, just sand, rocks, and some bushes, but that was exactly why it was perfect. after making sure she was not being watched, isa started rummaging for the... stuff she had hidden there. fuck yeah. she grinned as she took out one of the bottles. tequila, bingo ! now really ready to party, the girl turned around; and thankfully didn´t drop the liquor when seeing the person right in front of her. her smile stayed; " oh! want a shot ? "

[scpsis]

event starter · open with no cap location · the beach

after painstaking deliberation, the male had opted not to dawn a costume, in light of his security role. his workwear already felt clownish enough as it was, black polo tucked into his khakis, handheld radio strapped to his hip like a revolver. there was no need for real defense — this was kilmer cove, where violence was usually limited to tides breaking on jagged rocks, to brutal heartbreak and anguish. at least as far as wymon was concerned. staring intently at the bonfire, fists shoved deep into his jacket pockets, he felt a pair of eyes on him. " um, " he cleared his throat, taking a few steps back as he recognized the other, if not by name at least by face. wymon knew everyone's face — had to. can't serve a community without knowing who's in it, his uncle used to say, though he'd certainly had less than altruistic motives. " i fell really hard on the rocks out here, once, when i was a kid. i still got the scar to prove it, " he began in an attempt at friendliness. " what i mean is uh, watch your step. we don't have a medic on site or anything. "

[s0leinis]

open starter! capping at 5 replies! @kilmerstarters

location: the drunken poet

the bar had dwindled down to a handful of regulars and a few solitary patrons nursing their last drinks. the drunken laughter from a group of men in the corner only served to sharpen the dull ache in her head. with just a half hour until closing, stevie’s mind was already on autopilot, her face resting in its usual scowl. she had worked enough late shifts to know that the final stretch always dragged. stevie shot a glance at the clock, watching the seconds tick by slower. thirty minutes. thirty agonizing minutes. the bell above the door chimed, signaling yet another late arrival, and stevie’s shoulders slumped. “of course,” she muttered under her breath, tossing the rag over her shoulder as she turned to face the new patron. “make it quick,” she called, her tone cautionary. “i ran out of tequila and patience an hour ago.”

[injaws]

WHO: circe + open ( 0 of 5 ) ! ( @kilmerstarters ) WHERE: delphi's delight spirituality shop, post-plot drop

this  town  has  always  been  ...  odd.  offputting,  some  would  call  it  –  it's  part  of  why  circe  doesn't  understand  the  staggering  amounts  of  tourism,  though  she  figures  it  must  be  part  of  the  charm.  some  freaks  who  want  to  figure  out  if  the  cove's  mystery,  it's  intrigue,  is  true;  circe  thinks  it  might  be,  but  not  in  the  way  they  think.  an  all-too-common  delusion  seems  to  have  proved  that  to  her.  a  ringing  bell  above  the  door  catches  her  attention  and  she  lifts  her  head  to  inspect,  smiles  warmly  when  she  sees  a  visitor;  there's  been  an  uptick  in  the  week  since  whatever  shared  psychosis  has  embraced  the  town  in  open  arms.  she  wonders  if  they'll  fess  up  why  they're  actually  there  to  see  her  (  or  maybe  she  really  is  just  wrong  –  not  like  she'd  admit  it  ).  "  nice  afternoon,  isn't  it  ?  were  you  one  of  the  affected,  too,  dear  ?  "  straight  to  the  point  as  always.

[s0leinis]

open starter! capping at 5 replies! @kilmerstarters location: hawthorne inn

gabriel couldn’t help sticking his nose where it didn’t belong – it was part of his job description. as he leaned his body against the splintered, timeworn counter of the hawthorne inn, he studied the flow of guests with the scrutiny of a man who never truly clocked out. his coffee had long since cooled in his grasp, forgotten as he cataloged the familiar and unfamiliar faces streaming through the lobby’s doors. even though he was off duty, he couldn’t help but make mental note of the faces he’d recognized and those he hadn’t. if one of the latter happened to be attractive, he’d discreetly mark the thought for potential exploration, perhaps an invitation for drinks when professionalism wasn’t breathing down his neck. just as he lifted the coffee lid to his lips, someone out of the ordinary catches his attention. gabriel set his coffee down and slid a small, leather-bound notebook from his coat pocket and began jotting down observations. “interesting...” he mumbled, his voice carrying a bit louder intended.

[scpsis]

OPEN STARTER · @kilmerstarters location · the docks

" you see that shape out there on the horizon ? " it was a rock — a monolith some odd few hundred feet out, peeking up out of the water. the head of a giant, oceanic beast keeping watch over the shore. a protector of atlantis. " was out here on my boat one time, a little past three in the morning, and i swear to you it had two glowing red eyes ... " judge paused for effect, corner of his mouth curling up in a wily smirk, before turning his attention back to the dock cleat he'd fixed his beloved boat up to the night before. " will you hand me that wrench over there ? this bolt's coming loose. " as if he never said anything about the rock at all.

[scpsis]

OPEN STARTER · @kilmerstarters location · a bar, some place downtown

" WAIT — say that again ! " in a moment, jake had practically dove into the other's lap. up until now, they'd been doing very little to hide how seriously obvious their eavesdropping was. but leaping into a stranger's — as all kilmerites still were to her : beautiful, bewitching strangers — booth was a whole new level of conducting research. " the last part. say it again. that line was golden. "

[kilmerhq]

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