#ofmstart

[ofhumiditys]

            dutch   growers   is   her   safe   place.      outside   of   her   home,   it’s   the   one   place   where   she   can   hide   away   without   being   seen,   where   she   only   interacts   with   one   living   being   at   a   time   (   either   her   manager   or   the   stray   dog   that   she   feeds   ).      lithe   fingers   work   diligently   on   arranging   the   fifth   bouquet   order   of   the   morning,   and   humming   quietly   to  herself   until   she   knocks   over   the   twine,   crouching   down   to  pick   up   the   roll   of   light   string   that   has   rolled   underneath   the   work   table.      ❛   really  ?   ❜      fingertips   just   barely   touch   the   twine,    but   she’s   then   banging   the   top   of   her   head   against   the  table   upon   hearing   the   shuffle   of   footsteps.      ❛   i  can   ─   ouch,   i   can   be   with   you   shortly  !   ❜

[cashayes]

     “Beautiful day out today, isn’t it?” He couldn’t believe how warm it was this late in the year. Not that he missed the cold or the snow, but it was surprising to be able to go outside in just a sweater or light jacket in December. He was adapting well to the city, he thought; getting used to it was easy. “Name’s Caspian. And you are...?”

[furyschild-blog]

BLOOD   HADN’T   BOTHERED   HIM   IN   A   LONG   TIME. It was an occupational recurrence for the doctor. Thankfully, it came with the territory as his aderlian kicked in when he spotted the blood dripping from the other. Too many long nights in the ER had prepared him well for these type of situations, so much so that he barely blinked in worry. ❝  Did you cut yourself on something or ? The only way I can really help you is if I know what happened. I’m a doctor, by the way. Totally know what I am doing so no worries.  ❞ Matthew’s hands are already going forward to access the wound and determine the severity of the situation.  ❝  Damn it , I don’t have any of my supplies with me. Don’t really prepare for these impromptu accidents , huh ?  ❞ He offers a small smile, hoping to ease any tension or worry.

[empvsa]

WHEN: December 7th, 2019, at night. WHERE: A city bench on a busy street. WHO: Open to all.

“It’s kind of funny, don’t you think? How much the moon and sun have power over this planet, and yet they’re so far away. It’s like... Woah. Like, it puts things in perspective, don’t you think? One rules the seas - and werewolves, in a sense, I guess - and the other gives life, yet also forces me to never take off those sunglasses. Have I mentioned how much I hate having things on my face? Because I really, really do,” Prue finally stopped rambling on, though she wasn’t even sure who she’d been talking to, too busy looking up at the night sky where the moon and stars were barely visible, though she did now look at the person sitting beside them on the city bench. Had they come here with her? She couldn’t remember. She hadn’t fed in a little while, and it was starting to show.

[ofminas]

            she   sweeps   across   the   floor   ,   glass   crunching   underneath   her   sneakers   .   in   all   the   years   she’s   been   living   here   ,   and   with   as   neutral   as   she   tries   to   be   ,   it   was    evident   that   her   business   wasn’t   immune   to   random   acts   of   violence   .   the   bell   above   the   door   pulls   mina   from   her   thoughts   ,   mostly   consumed   by   what   needed   to   be   replaced   ,  fixed   ,   and   cleaned   (   again   )   .   ‘   we’re   closed   today   ,   ’   mina   exhales   .   the   level   of   annoyance   in   her   frame   keeps   her   from   properly   greeting    whoever   it   is   ,   and   gets   back   to   her   task   at   hand   .   ‘   i   can’t   believe   someone   would   do   this   .   ’

[meisies-blog]

            ———-     𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀  𝑮𝑨𝒁𝑬𝑫  𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫  𝑯𝑬𝑹  𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑬  walking  around  the  beautifully  decorated  french  quarter.  her  mind  began  to  wander  &  rather  unusual  questions  came  to  mind  :  how  did  they  get  lights  all  the  way  at  the  top  of  the  super  tall  trees ,  how  did  they  decorate  so  damn  fast , how did ----  before  she  knew  it, her  face  was  planted  in  someone’s  back  ;  she’s  sent  backwards  with  a  grunt.  “  oh, i am so sorry ! are you okay? i wasn’t even paying attention, i---  ”  salome  PRAYED  nothing  was  spilled  on  them  (  &  that  it  wasn’t  someone  who  could  kill  her  when  no  one  was  looking  ).

[furyschild-blog]

LEON’S   TEMPER   OFTEN   GOT   HIM   INTO   STICKY   SITUATIONS. This was really no different for the male. He should have just overlooked it or merely realized he was definitely overreacting but it was an itch he couldn’t just ignore. His big mouth was opening before he knew what was happening, diving head first into what conflict would ultimately arise from him being completely unable to keep his mouth zipped. ❝  If you got a problem then say it. I ain’t gonna spend the evenin’ with your eyes glued to my head. Spit it out.  ❞ He growls out after a second, eyes flickering over their face for any indication of what the problem even was or if it was gonna lead to some fightin’. Unfortunately, Leon was all too ready for the latter.