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[aeronanus-blog]

rain rain go away [open]

The strike of a match, sparks flew, but only directly to Aero’s cigarette. Aero looked up at the night sky but nothing ever changed about the weather. Always raining, the cement always wet and puddles littered the ground like trash might litter anywhere else. She liked the rain, it was.. calming in a way to hear the pitter patter of rain everyday. Aero thought about the rain and how it reminded her of home.

Suddenly she was ripped out of her thought with a, “Hey! Who are you?” in a slightly unwelcoming tone.

[aeronanus-blog]

more than a little tired

Aero drove around in her car that was packed to the brim with cardboard boxes. Driving around the island a little she took in unfamiliar shops, restaurants, possible places of employment, and the constant drizzle. She circled around small side streets and almost got lost three times but finally ended up at her apartment.. but which one was it? "Shit.. it was Cloudberry... something. 1 or 2?" The confused girl debated in her car right outside the complex and decided it was Cloudberry 2.. maybe. Confused, more than a little tired, and ready to unwind and unpack Aero grabbed her beat up leather purse and threw it over her shoulder, keys in hand. She could feel the anticipation building, moving was a great deal. Especially when you had been crashing on your former weed dealers couch for about 8 months before they found out about her.. abilities. It had all ended in a huge fight and almost burning down his house. Oh well, what are you to do, right? She focused back on getting into her apartment once again. Aero selected her apartment key from her keychain, thrust it into the lock, turned it, and opened the door. Almost. Immediately she looked down to see what was wrong, "Fuck, why wont this thing open? This is the righ-" Car keys. Aerona Lloyd has stuck her car keys into her apartment door lock. Now here she was, distraught she could have done something so dumb and cursing herself for it in front of anyone who may or may not hear or see her.

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[dacinaruthe]

Dacina pulled out a white with blue trim dress from the 1814’s out of the back of her closet and laid it on her bed. As she was going back in to get the corset and several different petticoats she heard someone walk in.

“Don’t touch the dress please it’s old and has been passed through my family for generations.” She said from her closet. And it wasn’t a total lie. It was originally her mothers and when she died she inherited it and had it fitted to her as she got older.

Dacina laid the petticoats out on her bed next to the gown. Turned and sighed as she looked up to grab the matching hat and gloves, “I can’t reach that ivory hat box.... Could you be a dear and grab it for me?"

[kingdomofblys-blog]

This was the first time Imogen had been outside in weeks. She’d cooped herself up inside her apartment, attempting to fix the damages whilst also avoiding human contact. Dacina and Elek had both dropped by several times, attempting to make their way into her home, but she’d managed to send them off. They always left food though. She appreciated that.

She hadn’t heard anything from Stevie. She’d texted and called many times, but never received an answer. Her heart panged, because she just knew Stevie was devastated at what she had done. Imogen didn’t blame her though. It was the demon inside of her. 

She decided, after seeing a flyer someone had slipped under her door, that she would go to the festival in hopes of seeing Stevie. She didn’t know why she wanted to see her so badly, but she did. She went to the bathroom and grabbed a piece of gauze, taping it over her eye with some cloth tape. You could still see the gash which had almost completely scarred over up her brow line and down her cheek, but at least it wasn’t the dead eye. 

She shoved her boots on and a light jacket, and without bothering to tie up her boots she left with the flyer in hand. 

She approached the blocked off area for the festival and circled around a few times, keeping an eye out for Stevie. She almost gave up when she heard her familiar stutter a few stalls over from her. She looked over at her, a wide smile on her face, but it fell when she saw that she was with some girl. Tall- taller than Stevie, surprisingly- and toned and blonde. Imogen looked down at her own form and tugged on a loc of her hair. Of course Stevie had someone. What did Imogen expect? She bit her trembling lip and walked past them silently with her head down. 

She was so upset, she hadn’t realized she’d gotten deeper into the crowd and slammed into someone, sending her to her butt.

[aspenleblanc-blog]

How did he get roped into this? Fireworks for this entire festival. Astounding. Fée was taking advantage of him and his helpful nature. Maybe he attracted a bit too much attention with the Bastille Day show… Drinking and enchanting fireworks to go off in the shape of some unsavory things would pique Amaranth’s interest. And of course, there was a big event the next week! One that desperately needed fireworks, and those needed a good touch of magic, which took up a good chunk of his time. Bonne dieux. By the time Aspen escaped the fireworks launch area, there was barely any time to explore before the show. He quickly headed towards the food stalls, hungry after depleting so much energy. The witch became so focused on trying to get the last of the gunpowder off his hands and stopped watching where he was going, and of course slammed into a passerby. “Oh, mes dieux, I am so sorry!”

[thatcher-grace]

Thatcher had never been to a festival. All his travels normally involved bookstores and magic, but never festivals. His mother had always warned against them, saying that parlor tricks and fake magic should be left well alone and that he shouldn’t tangle himself with anyone who could learn about their family. 

But when he heard about the Festival of the Falling Sun, he was happy to attend, though he was are his mother would roll over in her grave if she knew. He walked through the rows upon rows of booths, stopping every once in a while to see what everything was. 

And there was everything. Books, masks, games, trinkets, even food. Thatcher stopped at a booth filled with dango. Thatcher had always wanted to try them. He ordered one and paid, stopping again at a mask filled with animals carved in wood. Something about them called to him, and he had to see just what it was. 

[aberzombieandfitch]

Isa’s best bet was to just go with something sugary and light--God only knows what would happen if she drank according to her mood rather than her health. The stickiness of the heat was still very apparent as the sun began its descent below sea level. Vendors’ stalls were filled with a large variety of assortments from a batch sweet creamy mochi to a bar full of hard lager ale. Plenty of choices, but the very idea of an iced tea was too enticing to pass up. It had been... what, 28 years? Too long, she thought, her body quickly veering to the right to tug out cash from her change purse.

Less than a minute later, her tall glass emerged from the other side adorned with a brightly colored umbrella and a bendy straw. Her eyes lit up as she looked for a place to sit and relax with the cool delicacy. She turned, The Pier! Perfect for a good view of the fireworks. She didn’t even have a chance to step a foot ahead of the booth when someone, carrying on a conversation with a bag full of goldfish, ran directly into her. There was no time to register what had happened before a flurry of orange tails and cool hazel liquid had landed on the ground and, more importantly, her. Great.

[steviesdemon]

It hadn’t been a particularly good day for Stevie. She’d spent the past few days trying to win over Salem, her spur-of-the-moment cat who was proving to be a tricky roommate, and today had been... well, a new low in their relationship. Stevie had very politely asked the large cat not to claw at her yoga mat, and Salem had responded by hissing and ripping a huge tear in the mat. From there, it had gone downhill rapidly. Stevie had fallen for a series of boobytraps set by the demon during the night, and had stumbled out onto the balcony to get some air when Salem had squeezed between her legs and slipped through the railing before hopping onto a low hanging tree branch and escaping down the street.

She’d spent a few hours walking around, shaking a tub of treats like an amateur maraca player and calling desperately for Salem. Anxiety made her chest tight and her breaths laboured, and eventually she had to take a break. Sitting on the curb and feeling defeated, Stevie rested her head on her folded arms and heaved a sigh.