#masters.starter

[hecrtfelt]

“ here , ”  griffin  said  the  second  he  heard  the  sound  of  footsteps  entering  the  break-room  .  his  throbbing  head  didn’t  lift  from  where  it  was  tucked  into  the  crease  of  his  arm  as  he  lay  slumped  against  the  table  .  in  his  now  raised  hand  was  a  crisp  twenty  .  “  i’ll  give  you  this  if  you  run  down  to  starbucks  and  get  me  three  coffees  .  ”

[ofviclins]

gwen liked coffee; but she was really picky and it became an annoying problem whenever she had to stop at the closest loud starbucks and had to speak up in her big-girl voice and order from a bunch of terms she had no idea about. consequently, she had an extra coffee that was nothing like what she’d meant to order. bored, clearly done with the day before it’d even started because of her taxing coffee trip where they insisted she keep her messed up coffee, gwen crossed her ankles as she sat down in the break room. she quietly passed it over to the person sitting across from her. “here,” was the only word she bothered with, cheek in hand as she sipped her own correct coffee. 

[papcrplancs]

Focus was proving to be a struggle for Allison. She had been running around all day, trying to avoid sitting still for too long, but she had literally ran into someone. It was just... not her best day, and there was nothing she could do to fix it. She just had to make it through the whole day, go home, and reset so she could come back in to actually  do her job. Of course, while she was in her own head, trying to force herself to focus, she realized she hadn’t been listening to a word the person across from her was saying. How long had she been zoned out for? She hardly remembered why the conversation started in the first place. She looked up from her paperwork, hoping the confusion wasn’t plastered all over her face-- unlikely, as she was an open book --and tried to save some face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you were saying.” Smooth, Allison. 

@masterspost​

[sunniefm]

*     ☀️     /     𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧  ,  𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟  .  @masterspost​

            there  are  two  things  that  sunnie  has  managed  to  do  within  the  span  of  an  hour  :  get  through  a  meeting  without  someone  telling  her  to  speak  up  and  then  proceeding  to  scream  in  the  elevator  while  descending  four  floors  .  her  heels  stomped  rapidly  against  the  floor  of  the  elevator  ,  hands  clenched  into  tight  fists  until  she  couldn’t  scream  anymore  .  working  in  hr  could  be  a  living  nightmare  for  the  woman  at  times  ,  and  it’s  a  miracle  that  she’s  even  made  it  for  two  years  .  sunnie  barely  has  time  to  straighten  herself  out  as  the  door  opens  to  reveal  a  familiar  face  . . .  while  she’s  in  the  middle  of  her  screaming  fit  .  ‘  hi  ,  ’  she  huffs  out  once  she  brushes  her  hair  out  of  her  eyes  .  ‘  going  down  ?  ’

[alexanderkaufman]

open to all !! location // the roof

the best thing about working for masters, in his opinion, was the fact that he was paid full time no matter what. that was the benefit of being in-house. quite frankly, alexander would rather do literally anything else at masters than be outside of masters working a freelance photography job. all that to say that he found himself with some spare time that afternoon; no scheduled shoots with models for magazine covers or billboards, no new hires or intern promotions to have to deal with, just one last album cover shoot at the end of the day. until then, they had all the time in the world. they’d grabbed a coffee from the break room, not really wanting to linger there for very long, before heading up to the roof. now, they found themself scrolling through twitter aimlessly, sipping his iced coffee. they were invested in a thread of the gucci and balenciaga f/w collab when they realized that someone was talking to him. “what was that?” they asked, not fully prepared to put away their phone yet - it just depended on how interesting this conversation would be.

[blah-keh]

@masterspost​

Blake was just talking to themselves at this point, the silence fo the archives drove you a little cooky, “Who even heard of saying l m n o so slow, it’s just wrong. Those who thought elemenoh was a letter were weak and this was how we weed them out. Only the strong can survive- do...do I sound like a boomer?” They gasp in horror, quickly slamming down the files they were organizing, “what’s next? complaining about participation trophies? Oh god, how do i fix this? Where is the undo button?”

[kcnnedys]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐢𝐝  :  @masterspost​  . 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :  kennedy’s  office  . 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  :  around  8  pm  .

*          ⸻          A  CONFUSED  EXPRESSION  adorned  kennedy’s  face  as  he  noticed  someone  standing  right  at  his  office’s  door  .  at  first  he  didn’t  realize  the  presence  of  the  unknown  figure  ,  his  blue  eyes  focused  solely  on  the  computer  screen  ,  digits  furiously  typing  out  an  email  .    “    how  long  have  you  been  there  ?  ”  ,  he  squinted  his  eyes  and  tilted  his  head  to  the  side  ,  trying  to  identify  who  it  was  .  “  it’s  a  little  late  already  ,  what  are  you  doing  here  ?  ”

[ofbvtterflies]

open starter @masterspost​​

santos was strong– in the physical sense sure, but he was strong when it came to just about everything else, most specifically his emotions– there could be a whirlwind brewing inside of him, but his outside would be cold, resembling stone. but after last week's events, a lot of people saw a completely different side to him– and he would do it again if it meant protecting his daughter. it was freeing in a sense though, and a small part, a very small part of him was grateful for it all in a weird way. “ another, please. ” he motioned to the bartender to refill the empty shot glass in front of him.