#lakeshq.start

[theohollis]

“ hey, um, “ theo started, cocking his head to the side as he watched the individual standing before him struggle. “ maybe that’s not supposed to go there, you think? “

[ofmiles]

it’s not like miles to spend more than twenty minutes on a smoke break, but he’s definitely not being paid for this work anyway. besides, he was out of smokes and might as well have made the drive into town. exiting the local gas station, he pounded the bottom of his fresh pack against his palm. american spirit yellows. he’s been smoking the same for years now. his eyes looked up as he heard footsteps approaching the building he just left. beaming smile. “you from around here?” he asked with a nod of the chin - an obvious joke as he knows exactly who they are. 

[avgvstslippedaway]

“the good news about last night: it all happened so fast i could not even get drunk. so there’s no hungover,” august said as she sipped her coffee. “the bad news... my stilettos are ruined from standing on the grass. and well, everything else that happened.” 

[foreversmerritt]

open starter xx 

a quick jaunt to the coffee shop is met with faint whispers and wide mouths. to be expected, but merritt wasn’t used to people not knowing him. not respecting him anymore. see, in prison he was sort of higher up on the totem pole than in life itself. ( perhaps that’s why he had quite enjoyed his time there ) back to reality and he’s back to being lesser than. to just being an evers. it actually meant something while he did time, his last name. here in lake wisteria, it’s negative currency. they already judge you before they give you a chance. with little to no money to his name, the blonde somehow charms his way into a free black coffee and, even better, it doesn’t taste like you should be able to chew on it. upgrades. a faint smile tugs at his lips as he steps back out of cornelia street, turning his head to be met with a familiar face. “no shit,” a chuckle, shock and surprise evident in his tone. “how the fuck are you?”

[carmenflores]

ˏˋ open starter ˎˊ

carmen didn’t roll her eyes in front of her parents but she did as soon as she walked out of her house to buy the groceries they asked for. with her trusted grocery list scribbled in her palm, she threw the desired items in the basket along with some of her favorite snacks. finally she made it to the medicine aisle. like vick’s vaporub will cure heart disease, she thought to herself, but she threw it in the basket too. she was not about to question her puerto rican mother. she checked her list, trying to ignore the whispers behind her. she expected nothing different, but she had hoped lake wisteria to give her at least 24 hours to settle back in before bringing up her almost wedding. she turned around abruptly, realizing she had forgotten the cereal and bumped into someone else. “oh, damn, sorry,” she mumbled. 

[maliaricci]

✘ open starter.

mornings in lake wisteria were quiet, much more serene than the bustling days malia spent in ireland. she’s grown accustomed to the sounds of the city, honking car horns and pushing her way through hordes of people. but there was just something about the stillness of an early morning at the lake that always calmed her. since being back, she’s spent most of her mornings right where she is now, toes tucked in the damp sand along the edge of the lake as she does her normal yoga routine. typically, she’s undisturbed, the rest of the town either sleeping or getting ready for work this early in the morning, but today is different -- she hears what sounds like footsteps behind her and she freezes. “ you better not be here to kill me. i have mace, “ she warns the footsteps.

[foreversmerritt]

open starter ! 

merritt slips his arms into a black hoodie, tugging it around his torso tightly as he walks away from his hammock. he’d slept just fine, but waking up to the remnants of last night felt daunting. he looks to the still smoldering embers of the prior night’s bonfire, memories littered around it. the morning is quiet, serene, just like he wants it, but there’s a heavier weight in the air. and it felt impossible to carry. he settles onto his knees by the fire, taking his time to rekindle the flames. it doesn’t take long, considering the years of practice in alaska. by the time he has the coffee brewed in the chemex, there’s a rustling from a tent behind him. not an ounce of him cares to look back and see who it is. he has poured himself a mug of coffee before wandering to sit on the ground against a long seat. settled in, he hears feet against dry ground, looking over to see where it was coming from. all of him hopes whoever it is wasn’t too involved in the shit show he’d flared about twelve hours ago.