#nothillhqstart

[oflowtides]

location: somewhere outside; generally around the town status: open

“So, give me your honest opinion.”  Denny’s face was nervous, which was unusual, but he craved validation and attention as if it was his sole life force.  “My hair - was this a mistake, or do I look super cool and punk now?”

[backpockct]

open starter / location: next chapter bookstore ( @nothillstarters)

clara was wandering next chapter, her arms ladened with history books ready for her classroom. “i could spend forever in this place” she says to the person standing next to her, “they always have everything i need”. 

[infiinitys]

@nothillstarters

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Badger and Boar Pub, outside.

𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 the shop was something he would never turn down. Some would say that it was yet another hour for him to wallow in what he had lost, but it was during these times that in contrast to popular opinion -- his mind was quiet. His mind was quiet, until the moment he opened the door to enter the real world once more. Removing a cigarette from his pocket, the lighter soon followed. The dancing flame accompanied the dim light from the street lamps for a mere fraction of a second before he took his first drag. The exhale? Felt like freedom.

At first, the rocker wasn't aware that he had company. That is, until his head turned to examine his surroundings. "Oh shit." He laughed, shaking his head before his gaze returned to the other. "You lookin' for someone? Somethin'?"

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   o p e n  …  m a r i s o l    @nothillstarters​

       ♡         ❝  no, truly, is my american accent still as strong?  ❞ all marisol wanted to do ever since she moved to the united kingdom was to blend in. she’d been living there for five years now, it seemed unfair that she didn’t magically develop a british accent after so long. though, it isn’t very long in the grand scheme of things. ❝  i wish i could hear how i sound to the locals, do you ever wonder what a british accent sounds like to us?  ❞        ♡        

[rodrickfell]

Location: Notting Hill Cafe

Rodrick was in the process of closing up the cafe for the night. It was a weak day, not too many customers, and so he let most of his workers finish up their shift and go home, the rest were busy washing up and stacking up chairs on tables. Rick finished wiping up the counter and sat down on one of the stools. He opened up a bottle of white wine and poured himself a glass. He turned his head at the sound of the door opening and saw a person walk in. "The coffee machine's off, but you're more than welcome to join me for for a glass of wine." He said, gesturing with a slight nod of his head towards the bottle.

[poeticiism]

LOCATION: @ WOLFE’S DEN

the mist had settled low on the streets of nottingham. trudging through the wet grass, genevieve petrova made way to her toyota rav4 after a traumatic shift at the local hospital. her career as a nicu nurse proving hard on her mental these days. it was something ginnie anticipated with her line of work. she knew it would be troubling on her mind and spirit. she was a sensitive soul, and though she loved helping and saving lives, it was no secret that the job weighed heavily on her, affecting her everyday life, getting in the way of normal social development and yada yada that her therapist preached to deaf ears every thursday afternoon. she’d had a particularly hard day today, losing a baby that was being treated for the past four weeks. she’d been gaining strength and the odds were starting to turn in her favor until about three hours earlier. ginnie had decided to end her shift early, not really with approval, but at this point she didn’t care about the consequences of walking out. she’d lost a patient. surely her superiors would understand, right? she wouldn’t allow herself the room to even contemplate those thoughts. getting in her 2022 vehicle, she wasted no time pulling up to wolfe’s den. a spot she frequented when finding herself in emotional turmoil. the crowd was warm and friendly, and she’d made herself known as a regular. making her way through the busy night crowd, she sighed of relief when finding a seat at the bar next to someone she’d exchanged banter with a few times before. “i lost a baby tonight....at the hospital.” she awkwardly dumps onto the other person. “I just couldn’t go home right away.” @nottinghillstarters​

[jaxsonandersonhq]

"Hey. How was your new year?" Jaxson asked his friend across from him, He was at the usual coffee shop." Thanks for meeting me on such short notice but I plan to get a puppy, I need your help picking one out."

@nothillstarters

[maryamjoyce]

location: some random tesco lol open to: anyone!

She had been told to bring a bottle of wine.

Maryam had been invited to a holiday party of some sort, something she hadn’t necessarily known to expect. While it wasn’t the first time she had been asked to join that particular group of colleagues, her schedule had kept her from attending. Now, stood in front of a massive wall of all sorts of wines, she was starting to think that had been a good thing. Desperate to impress, she had spent far too much time researching her options, but had not found what she had been looking for. She had drank plenty of wine in her time, but none of it had been particularly fancy; the boxed red she had grown so fond of during her uni years didn’t seem quite elegant enough.

“Huh,” she muttered,  dark brown eyes darting back and forth. Glancing at the person stood next to her, she quietly hoped they would have the answers she so desperately needed. “Do you have any idea what might go with, uh, salmon en croûte with ginger & raisins?”