#lockw:start

[oliviadawson]

“Oh,” Olivia said as she blocked the other person’s hand from touching the small labrador. Although she felt bad saying no, sometimes people didn’t ask or started petting before they asked, or just went ahead after asking. “He’s in training right now, I’m sorry but you can’t pet him.”

[averyevcns]

Being any type of organised was never Avery’s strong suit. Since she’d started learning music as a child she’d always end up with sheet music scattered everywhere with various scribbles on them - which is exactly why the outdoor table she was sat on was covered in sheet music. She was sat on top of the table, not on one of the chairs around it, with her violin tucked under her chin, moving her fingers across the strings but not playing anything before doing it all again and making a hasty scribble on the sheet music next to her. As she spotted someone walking past she waved her free hand and called out to them, grinning at them, “hey, on a scale of ‘very likely’ to ‘extremely likely’ what are the chances of you grabbing me a coffee to keep me going?”

[bea-harlowe-blog]

a small trail of smoke danced into the air as it escaped the blonde’s cherry lips. her hair was thrown up into a haphazard ponytail and her chipping nails held the half smoked cigarette between them. the night was as beautiful as you could ask for, the air still warm enough to enjoyably sit by the lake outside the bar. dulled music echoed through the night as bea continued to feverishly finishthe cigarette before going back in. footsteps interrupted her thoughts and she turned to meet eyes with the culprit. “here for a smoke too?” her voice low yet inviting. “or are you just going to drunkenly walk around the sea walk? if it’s the latter, don’t expect me to go after you.”

[morticiapacini]

morty sighed --- a loud sigh, so the other person knew she was irritated, holding up a finger to silence them before they could even get a word out. “i’m reading. don’t bother me,” she said as her eyes glanced back down to her book.

[ohxromeo-blog]

romeo groaned as the light flicked on in his bedroom, “did you not get my text, ‘i’m busy’.” he sighed as he rolled onto his back glaring across to the person who woke him from his sleep.

[artemiswelch]

“Yo,” spilled out around the space of a Juul tucked neatly in the corner of her mouth, a sharp inhale not unlike a child fishing for the last drop of Berry Blast in a crushed juice carton sending a thin veil of smoke snaking out with her next breath. “So you’re the last person on earth. Wait – no. It’s you and Bill Murray. You’re dying of hunger. Just, like... stomach singing a battle hymn kind of shit, and Bill looks really good. Good like...” She paused, licking her lips with one brow hitched a few inches higher than the other. “Good. Dahmer vibes. Do you eat him? Or do you succumb to starvation out of respect for Ghostbusters?”

[elielvaughn-blog]

‘Eliel!’ A high-pitched voice escaped a scrawny blonde as Eliel darted around a corner, chin tucked into his chest so that his features were intentionally obscured by a cascade of shadows and tendrils of hair. “Fuck fuck fuck,” came forced through clenched teeth as he wriggled the nearest door handle and, finding it gave way, thrust the door open so hard it slammed against its hinges with a resounding ‘thump’ and ultimately clicked close again of its own accord with the force of his entry. After a relieved exhale sent his chest sinking a few inches, Eliel slid down the length of the wall until his chin was rested on his knees and his hands had lodged themselves in his hair. “Thank god,” he whispered against his jeans. His relief was short-lived, however, when he looked up in a lazy search for a place to light up only to find his eyes interlocked with another’s. “Oh. Shit. Hey.”

[averyevcns]

Avery had spent the better part of ten minutes weaving her way through the crowd at this party, attempting to get away from a guy who seemed to have the idea in his head that because she’d smiled at him it was okay to try and kiss her - and then get pissed off when she wouldn’t allow it. Spotting an empty seat next to someone she quickly sat down, nudging them gently to get their attention, “Hey, can you do me a favour? Is there a guy near the doorway behind us - big guy, varsity jacket, looks like he’s probably called Chad or Brad or something? I can’t seem to shake him. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” She grinned at the other, if only to hide how nervous she was at the thought of being followed, “You’re my only hope.”