#misplaced.event

[volantisand]

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ᴛᴡ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱʜ

           𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  as the man towering over her speaks. she’s not paying attention and while a blind man could see that... for some reason, this one can’t. she hasn’t been back long, two hours at best but that does nothing to keep people from intruding in her personal space. doe like hues flicker around the town, back to the driftwood where she had just left after announcing her arrival and thanking her bosses for the time off to visit her hometown. her gaze snaps back towards the other, darker with the sudden irritation of having been touched. 

           ❝ don’t fucking touch me, asswipe. ❞ she deadpans tone dangerously calm and hushed. tugging her arm out of his hold, her glare hardens just as persistent hand lifts towards said arm. he’s not aggressive, just completely clueless. there’s a roll of dark eyes as her hand wrap around his arm, shocking him enough for her to roughly flip him onto his back. ❝ do not fucking touch me. ❞ mariana echoes, ignoring the lingering gazes.

[carinaiisms]

“Well...I wonder what all this fuss is about...” Walking through the dreariness of the Congregration’s...building, if you could call it, Carina makes her way to the nave of the church, the sudden flurry of activity rather confusing to her. After all, she’s been camping here for hours, and she’s tired. And bored. 

[muttbriggs]

location: the winter social

status: open

BUYING A TICKET FOR THE WINTER SOCIAL had been an awfully optimistic move from Mutt. As much as he wanted to go in, mooch around the tents, have a few drinks and loosen up, he’d slowly come to terms with how it was a really, really bad idea. Lizzie would be there, with Ellie, and his in-laws - if Ellie saw him, she’d come running for him, calling out for her daddy and not caring who heard, and as for the in-laws; well, Mutt wasn’t even sure what they knew about him.

Lingering by one of the outermost tents, he stared at the ticket in his hand before sighing and looking up to a passing figure. “Hey, you, uh - need a spare beer ticket? Turns out I don’t need it after all.”

[scnlit]

status: open ( nave ) | @misplaced-misc​

The storm might have picked up wind, but Raul was nothing but a pillar of peace ( almost unnervingly so ). He even hummed as each item was placed in the appropriate section. The only time the quiet singing stopped was when another armful of necessities was handed off to him. A soft word of gratitude was always coined in response as he continued the monotonous task. 

One by one each object went; all slotted into neat stacks. Hands now almost empty, he looked at the nearest person to strike up conversation just as a bolt of lightening illuminated the sky. Then came a booming crack in the distance, and he nearly smiled. “How many seconds was that- between the lightening and thunder?”