#mgstarter

[pckermn-blog]

LOCATION: Starbucks

TIMEFRAME: Saturday Morning

OPEN TO: Any of u.

The fact that graduation was only a few months away made shit like, super real for Puck. Seniors were starting to get emails about class credits and making sure they had all the requirements to graduate which was fucking terrifying in one sense, but freeing in another. His ASVAB was three weeks from today, and despite being told not to study, Puck had his books open, covering the table in a nearly empty Starbucks. He’d surprised himself by setting up camp just after 9am. He had to be at the theatre for regionals in a handful of hours, but this was his future, you know? No more fucking around.

[rubycox-x-blog]

“I just... I can’t..” 

[waywardseeds-blog]

Just a Mess with a Name & a Price || Claudia&OPEN

A cloud of smoke followed behind the petite blonde. Pulling a final drag off the cigarette between her pointer and middle fingers, Claudia Caine flicked the butt of the still lit cigarette to the ground. Glancing around momentarily, she tucked a loose piece of straight blonde hair behind her ear. As much as she hated coming to the community college, she knew that it was a the go-to spot for anyone looking to score. And, of course, she was eagerly willing to offer those services. Anyone who took part in the pitiful, “drug culture,” of Bentley knew that Claudia was the person to see. She always had the best drugs, after all.

Noticing an empty bench, Claudia grabbed a seat as quickly as she could - the vultures on campus would only allow such a perfectly inconspicuous spot to go untouched for so long. Shoving her messenger bag full of goodies in the space next to her, Claudia reached inside to grab her headphones, which she then plugged into her phone and placed one earbud in her right ear. She sat casually scrolling through her Spotify playlist in order to determine what she was mood for on this particular afternoon. Grouplove it is, she thought, smirking to herself as she picked one of her favorite songs.

Reaching into her bag once more, Claudia pulled out her journal - which was mostly scribbled with the latest chemistry equations she was working on, sprinkled with ingredient lists for her latest concoctions. The druggies in Bentley would buy almost anything, especially if they knew Claudia had made it. Of course, that would seem quite irresponsible - who buys drugs some 18 year old made in their parent’s house? Despite the obvious red flags, Claudia tried all of her homemade drugs herself, first, to ensure her product was in its’ purest form. How else was she supposed to make a name for herself?

Before she could begin placing pen to paper; however, Claudia noticed a shadow out of the corner of her eye - hopefully a potential customer. Removing the earbud from her right ear, Claudia closed her journal and smiled up at the stranger.

“Hi there.” She said, offering an innocent smile.

[waywardseeds-blog]

“Oh - Sorry. Excuse me.” 

[ashercarter-x-blog]

There was peace, in this moment. Hands intricately folded the paper over and over again, something he'd memorized how to do what felt like eons ago. "It's a s-s-s-ign for p-peace..." He murmured to the onlooker staring at the little crane he crafted. "I t-try to t-teach some of the s-s-students how to d-do it. Helps b-bring p-people down from an anxiety at-tack.."

[ashercarter-x-blog]

Asher sat on the bench, face buried in a book. He didn't really mind the people walking around him much. It wasn't like anything screamed to be out of the ordinairy at the current moment, so he merely immersed himself in some modern literature. 'Paper Towns' a novel in the school he'd heard the kids going on about, ranting and raving. He had to admit, while it was no tale of Sherlock, it certainly wasn't boring. He was completely taken by the climax of the novel when he felt the hairs on his neck stand. Someone was staring. Timidly, he peered up. "Is s-something wrong?"

[liam-harperx-blog]

"It's been decided." He began, hanging up the sign in front of the nearly repaired bar. A hammer in tow with a single nail, he began working and glanced at the person reading the words. "Those without a place to go can expect a Thanksgiving feast here. And my smiling face, naturally." Once the sign was in place, he grinned and stepped down, looking at his work somewhat proudly. "Everyone should have a safe haven on Thanksgiving. A place to go and be warm, and feel wanted. Bring back the nostalgia of sitting at a table with heads bowed, giving thanks and all that. Not to mention, everyone should totally try my Pecan pie. It's a sin to not give it a chance." His eyes flashed back to his new found company. "How about you? How are you spending turkey day?"

[liam-harperx-blog]

Festival Breakdown+

Hearing the footsteps approach, Liam sat there with sheer panic on his face. The memories from the last night he’d spent with her in their bed coming back at such a rapid rate. “I just...” His chest heaved with slow breaths. “I just wanted to pretend it didn’t happen. I just wanted it to be a nightmare. I just wanted.... GOD DAMNIT.”