#oddstarter

[abrvxas-blog]

* snapchat ! / open

JIYONG: this is a real emergency ! JIYONG: i dont know what to wear for the party :c like zero ideas  JIYONG: pls help?? i will do anything in exchange pinky promise !!

[babctte]

✞ –––– the bitter yet sweet aroma of coffee and pastries filled babette’s senses as she entered the familiar surrounds of the local coffee shop. the scent alone brings a look of joy upon her delicate features. with a new skip in her step, she approaches the counter to place her order of a large coffee, two cream, and two splenda,  but as her order was about to be spoken she noticed something from the corner of her eye that drew her attention. “i’ll take two large black coffees, please !” with two coffees in hand baby walked over to the back corner of the coffee shop, “i saw you were alone, so i was wondering if you would like a little company?” with a smile that stretched from cheek to cheek, she extended the black coffee towards the other as an offering of kindness. 

[impivus]

the market closes in four minutes.

it's a shame time stopped being a deterrent for saint decades ago. unapologetic, the demon strolls in through the doors with the confidence of someone who can get away with anything — because as far as he's concerned, he can. and more than that, he should. he is nothing if not the shop's most consistent customer despite his dietary requirements: a sincere word of thanks wouldn't hurt them every so often.

but then, his whimsical service with a smile couldn't be farther from reality once he sees there’s still unassuming life filtering from isle to isle. it's fortunate he doesn't come here for the hospitality, then — though he won't soon admit it's his own character to blame, much as he understands that simple fact. tonight his boredom sees him here in search of somebody to entertain him, somebody to pray on or with.

so, he opts to get straight to business. the notches of his rigid shoulders unfurl into something of an unnatural, yet innocent shrug as he makes his way to the person even despite knowing the childish tilt of his head isn't fooling anyone. when he manages to lock a stare, the demon is only barely withholding a smirk, hints of it etched into his eyes.

❝  ah, don’t give me that look. ❞   it doesn't matter what their expression is — they could’ve looked completely stoic and his comment still wouldn't have changed. ❝  i just need a small favour. ❞   small is a word saint rarely uses by proper definition.  ❝  — you've got the time, don't you ? ❞  

( he knows he does .) 

[abrvxas-blog]

it was happening more and more often, a threatening horror ━faces becoming blurry and the world itself a glitch and he was there, in the middle, blinking his eyes and tilting his head at the gibberish... except that everything was gone again and the sounds were clear, starting again as if interrupted, confusion clear in his green orbs. “ u-uhm━sorry, i━ ” shit, no, not again. it was because he wasn’t being fast enough in collecting those souls, right? that was what the god said. “ i was distracted for a moment, sorry, can you please repeat what you just said...? ”

open !

[ofhvna]

                     with the DARK clouds that hang themselves in the night’s sky, a young woman finds herself sitting outside one of jeonseol’s hot spots. there she loiters, waiting as if for something. &, without purpose, the girl exhales a few of her own clouds ━ some much smaller & similar to the grey ones which loom overhead. she’s come out, in hopes to get a little air ━ to get some space away from the commotion which still goes on inside. & as delicate hands find their way into the pockets of some jacket she’s stolen, a cigarette hangs loosely from red painted lips. letting out yet another puff of smoke, she feels the cold air nip viciously at her bare legs. it’s only then, that she almost wishes she’d worn something a little warmer. it is a fleeting thought, however, as the presence of another sparks hana’s interest. tilting her head to get a better look at the individual beside her, naturally, she motions a box of cigarettes their way. a grin illuminating her features, & a flash of curiosity fills her gaze. ❝  you want one  ?  ❞

[chihvrus]

High. Stoned. Baked.

Chiharu wanted nothing more at the moment than to be higher than a kite. As the seconds lethargically turned into minutes the girl became more and more restless. Short nails methodically tap to an unknown tune onto the glass countertop which she had stood at for long over four hours. She wanted nothing more than to sit the fuck down and just have a smoke. After the remaining hour of her shift passes, the girl clocked out; haru grabbed her bag from the employee room and pushed through the door to the back alleyway. The crisp, frigid night air chilled the girl to the core.

As she walked down the alleyway back towards her apartment she took out her lighter and lit the cigarette that was between her fingers. Her favorite place to smoke was on the steps of the emergency stairwell within her apartment complex. It wasn’t the warmest place, but at least it wasn’t directly sitting outside and from all the times that she smoked here nobody had every interrupted her.

That was until today.

She was taking a long puff on the pink glass pipe, letting the smoke fill her lungs and the high slowly take over her mind as the loud creaking sound of the door to the stairwell opened. “shit… shit shti!” she said letting out the smoke with a cough. She stuffed the weed along with the pipe behind her and began to wildly wave her arms around in a means to clear the smoke from the air. As the footsteps began to descend the stairs, haru realized that she had already been caught… the smell of weed would have been apparent the second the door was opened. With that thought, she pulled back out her pipe, lit it, and took another long drag. As she exhaled the smoke she lifted the pipe towards the person who she assumed was right beside her by now and said, “wanna hit?”

[gjikyeol-blog]

“ now, what’s the reason behind all this fuss ? ” his lips quipped in a displeased hum as he walked into the main hall of his own atelier, pitch black eyes scanning already the entirety of the room in search of that guilty hand ( or paw, he doesn’t discriminate when it came to idiotic behavior ) who thought it was a good idea to call his attention by messing with the place. a bad idea. “ has no one ever taught you to knock at the door? ”

@ open !

[bcdlucks-blog]

                  𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖   the   quick   work   of   her   fingers,    diverting   attention   away   like   this   ;   slip   &   grip   the   wallet   (   or   ring   or   keys   )   like   that,   hiding   it   away   from   their   sight.   maybe   it   was   part   of   her   luck   or   maybe   it   was   years   of   practice   when   she’d   pickpocket   something   successfully   without   even   trying.   but   this   time   it   wasn’t   her   intention,   her   cat-like   reflexes   kicked   in   without   even   thinking   twice   about   it;   palm   outstretched   &   catching  the   falling   object   within   a   b l i n k   of   an   eye,   hands   moving   in   a   quick   motion   that   it   could   be   mistaken   for   HER   pickpocketing   it   from   their   pockets.

                                      “   i   think   this   belongs   to   you   ?   ”