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[scarsandscones]

Bailey sat on the floor of the Nutty Sailor, back against the industrial-sized freezer with a twenty-pound bag of M&Ms open beside him. In deference to the health code, he used a small hand scoop to pour the candies into his mouth instead of reaching in fist-first like he wanted to. It was too early to open, and technically his operating hours started once the ship set sail, which left him with an abundance of time. Time he had no reservations about killing with a bottle of the Captain’s best booze.

Hearing a clatter at the front of the store, Bailey ignored the sound in favor of reaching for a jar of maraschino cherries. He was prying off the top when he heard another thump, scowling as he abandoned the cherries on the counter to investigate. “The sign says closed,” Bailey groused, pointing to the door where the sign had definitely been flipped.

[ash-borden]

It was Ash’s first shift on the job and he was already annoyed. The phone had been ringing off the hook since everyone had begun boarding the ship , leaving Ash to assume that someone else hadn’t done their jobs properly. 

“You’re gonna have to wait.” He spoke without looking up as he heard someone approach the desk. “I’ve got seven lines on hold.”

[losthxlo]

It had taken Adam all of three minutes to despair after realizing that he was in fact dead. Murdered, even. And very, very alone. He had mowed through everything in his pantry at the house, leaving only to seek out fried food and booze at Troy. After all, a Syndicate hotspot seemed safer than anywhere else after the things he’d seen. 

He heard someone take the stool at the bar beside him, torn between telling them to find another seat and begging whoever they were to stay with him. In the end he just pushed the half-eaten basket of mozzarella sticks in their direction, reaching for his drink instead. “Knock yourself out, if you want.” He offered grimly, fully intent on ordering the potato skins next. 

[misterfanfuckingtastic]

Ricky sat on the curb in front of his house, working on his third glass of tequila and trying to shake off the horror of the last ten minutes. He’d woken up drenched and spluttering at the center of his pool, where the water had gone stagnant and cold. It hadn't been a pleasant way to come to, the most disturbing of which was the fact that there was a strange, dreadful feeling hanging over him like a pallor. He thought a few rocks of Molly would do the trick, but all he felt was frenetic and scattered.

Looking up in relief when he heard approaching footsteps, Ricky leaned back on his hands with an imploring smile. “You got a light?” he asked, before promptly following up with, “You got a cig?”

[hartchitect]

text @ wws

Private number: happy halloween 🎃 50k 4 the 1st person 2 bring me a rascal and a snickers bar

Private number: dead 👻 or alive preferably alive

Private number: snickers bar unmelted 🔫🔫🔫 non negotiable

[taketheapple]

Victor was elbows-deep in his second pumpkin, scooping out guts and seeds with as much excitement as the kids surrounding him. He’d arrived three hours earlier to help set up, and was simply happy to have the event underway. With as much tragedy that had plagued the town as of late, everyone needed a little time to escape. 

His dog was snoring loudly at his feet, only to roll over and begin warbling when someone approached their table. “Sorry, just a second,” Victor said apologetically, distracted with his stencil before finally looking up. “Hey, nice costume.”

[jeb-ayy-brams-blog]

Jeb threw a ball for Atticus in the dog park, watching as he (and his son) ran after it. The dog scooped it up, running back as Teddy ran after him. There had only been a handful of times that he’d actually seen another dog at Buddy Waters, but considering his kid liked to play along, that was probably a good thing. 

He was so entertained in watching the pair play that he didn’t even hear the gate open, and only when he turned around did he see them, making him jump a little. “Fancy seeing you here, innit?”

[evaxreid]

It was luck on her side, in the form of Derek and Jesse, that Eva managed to get out of the wreckage alive. The woman could have easily died then, having lost consciousness in the few seconds that she stopped breathing, only to be saved in a nick of time. A broken ankle, a deep-set gash on her thigh, and a bruised rib cage were just a few of her sustained wounds, bittersweets fruits that took their places, instead of completely losing her life.

The blonde remained in the hospital under the observant and careful eyes of doctors and nurses, all intent on monitoring her condition. Dosed on painkillers and a cocktail of medicine to speed up her healing, Eva slipped in and out of consciousness. It was her body’s way of wanting to cope up, of wanting to heal itself. 

In her hospital room in the city of Chicago, the mere humming of the air conditioner filled the silence, interjected by the occasional beeps of the monitors attached to her. Every now and then, a nurse would come in to check on her. She, on the other hand, solely knew of the familiarity and needing to remain mostly asleep in her hospital bed, and nothing else.