#nexstart

[antriley]

On a street flushed with people, Ant clogged the flow of traffic at the glint of something small and shining. As if it’d fallen out of the sky and landed at his feet. He bent at the knees to grab the item, squinting at the little iridescent glass atop of a metal circle. A ring, in the middle of the street. “ I’ll be.... ” Slowly, Ant closed his fist around it and rose to his full height, catching up with the nearest random who paced past him. “ Excuse me, know anybody lookin' for a ring? ” 

[deathborne]

        𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 in the back of the store, restocking records and lost in thought. camelot music is always quiet, but it’s quieter than usual today    ————     the only sound besides the rustling of her movements is the sound of billie jean playing over the speakers. she’s not opposed to the quiet    ————     in fact, she welcomes it. in comparison to the loudness at home, it’s exactly what she needs    ————     and work has always been the perfect excuse to get out of the house.

        she doesn’t hear the chime of the bell as a customer enters, too absorbed in her own head. she finishes restocking the upper wall    ————     they keep the newest records on the top shelf, and at five foot five she needed to stand on a chair on her tippy - toes in order to reach. noise behind her causes the blonde to start, losing her balance and tumbling off the chair. whoops. ever the accident magnet.

        she looks up in embarrassment, cheeks flushed pink, and clamors to her feet.

 ❛   welcome to camelot music. sorry, i didn’t hear you come in.   ❜   smile is sheepish, and she winces slightly as she motions with her arm in a welcoming gesture. that was going to smart.

[deathdoors]

     𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑    /    teddy  usually  wasn't  impatient.  however:  this  matter  was  more  pressing  than  usual.  some  kind  of  special  sale  at  the  mall  —  he  wasn't  sure  on  the  specifics,  for  once,  except  for  the  details  of  the  comic  book  store's  own  sale.  fifty  percent  off  here,  twenty  off  there,  buy  one  get  one  free  ...  but  the  line  wrapping  around  the  parking  lot  of  the  mall  seemed  to  be  slow  moving.  if  moving  at  all.  he  was  antsy,  and  bored,  and  a  little  anxious  at  such  a  large  crowd.  when  the  line  lurches  forward,  barely,  just  barely,  he  steps  slightly  too  far  ahead,  almost  in  front  of  someone  else.  he  quickly  steps  back  again,  an  apology  already  forming.    ❛     sorry !  sorry  —  i,  uh,  i  d-didn't  mean  to  cut,  or  anything.    ❜

[deathborne]

            ❛     𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 it sound like he’s a child you’re going to have to babysit.     ❜ 

                she’s leaning casually against the bar, tray of drinks in one hand, order pad in the other. nights at oats & barley are always busy, and it’s a welcome change from the day - to - day drivel of taking care of her mother. she loved her mother beyond anything else, but the predictability gets tiring. so she looks forward to getting out and working, occupying her mind with orders and the casual conversation of bar patrons.

                and maybe eavesdropping is a bad idea, sure, but sometimes she just can’t help it. she’s never been great at filtering her comments, so the statement’s out before she can catch herself.

           ❛     sorry. didn’t mean to eavesdrop !     ❜

[deathborne]

𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 always busy. in his past five years as a nurse, malachai’s had busy, busy days. he’s always liked that, however       —       it allows him to get out of his head. he’s always been one to dwell on things, and though contemplation and thoughtfulness have often swung things in his favor, it still doesn’t do well to dwell on those instances out of his control. today, however, he finds his mind wandering, as he does his very important task of checking charts and signing in patients. maybe it’s the lack of a task to keep his attention, but he’s out of it. it’s on the third attempt to rouse his thoughts that he actually notes the person in front of him.

                    ❛     shit. sorry, i got a little lost there. what can i do for ya ?   ❜

[warfear]

he should be making rounds :     doing more with his day than lounging in the plaza’s one and only cosmetics store. it smelled nice. better than ravel. and past times for that matter … all that junk really was stinking up the place, offering a knock - off scent similar to the one of his old nan’s house. paternal, not maternal. nothing wrong agnesia bianchi’s natural musk. sort of like lavender. but if grown in a floridian retirement home. 

                     ❛     i wouldn’t get that lotion if i were you …     ❜

nobody asked him, did they. but if he wasn’t to offer his usual services — serve and protect lowe’s — then he might as well branch out. examining his other options, if you would.

                    ❛     it made my pop break out like crazy. got his face looking like a raspberry’s asscheek.     ❜

[nexrp-a]

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ! You are now free to post whatever starters your little heart desires and begin exploring the pre - apocalyptic town of Fort Elms. The follow list is here, and if you’re not already in the discord chat, send an IM the main’s way so we can add you right away.

PS. Everything below this in the roleplay’s tags is redundant. We love recycling in this house.

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