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open starter @krovscastlestarters

There wasn't all that much to do in the Undercroft while waiting to get rented by someone. Noah knew that a lot of the slaves liked to fuck around down here and preferred their leisure time or whatever to being rented but he was actually the opposite. It was boring as hell here. At least with the masters you were usually doing something fun or exciting, though it obviously wasn't all fun and games with them. Hell, sometimes the villagers just rented you to...do work. That wasn't Noah's favourite but at least it was a change of pace. Down here, there were really only a few options: exercise, sleep, read (an option Noah never took because who the fuck cared about books?), smoke, flirt with the guards, and fuck around with the other slaves. There was always fighting, too, obviously, but that was frowned upon and the only thing worse than wasting time down here was getting thrown in solitary for being "unruly". It didn't prevent Noah from fighting all the time but it at least kept him from wanting to start fights if there was no reason to. That left him with his boredom, though.

Irritated, he lit a smoke and looked around to see if there was anyone around who seemed as bored as he did, or really just anyone to talk to about anything. Spotting someone and not really caring who they were or if they wanted to talk to him or not, he struck up a conversation.

"What do you think the chances of gettin' 'em to put a TV down here are? Like, if I blow enough guards you think they'd consider it?"

#krovscastlestarter #open starter #open1 #so here's noah lol #have fun

@lunarcovestarters

Bexley’s fingers played nervously with each other, wringing and unwringing themselves over and over as she tried to blend in with the crowd around her. It wasn’t a busy day and there wasn’t a big crowd, but any amount of people gathered up in one place made her anxious in ways nothing else did. It made her skin prickle and itch, as if something was trying to crawl out of her. And something was. Magic. She still wasn’t used to it, she didn’t really know what to do with it. It’d been six years since it first appeared in her palms and she still didn’t know how to use it. She didn’t want to know, she’d tried her best not to know. But sometimes it happened without her trying and that was why crowds made her nervous. What if someone saw? What if someone got hurt? She didn’t want to hurt anyone. At least, not again.

The doors opened and a group of three people came trotting out, chatting away amongst themselves. Bex watched them go, lucky that she fit in rather seamlessly among the college students. Mostly. She didn’t have a backpack and she wasn’t clutching books, but she was around the same age and no one was really paying attention to her, just like she liked it. Still, there was that feeling in the pit of her stomach, like she was being watched, and she glanced around the courtyard a quick moment before catching someone’s eye. “Umm, can I help you?” she asked them, shuffling awkwardly from her spot near the door.

#lunarcovestarter #open1 #gif chat

When: 14 May 1980 Where: Negotiable Who: Molly Weasley & O P E N

“Oh well come on then, love-- we’ve got to turn the mood around in here.”

#sleepingdstarter #open1

Well, I didn’t Predicted That | Riley & {ABERTO}

A cada passada brusca que Riley dava, sentia seus pulmões levando um imenso baque, como só o fato de ofegar já não fosse o suficiente para deixar sua respiração fraca e seus pulmões murchos como duas uvas passas. Tinha a mão direita com um pouco de sangue, e isso representava um pouco de seu último ato. Afinal, enfiar lápis em pessoas era algo um tanto sangrento, mesmo que nem tanto. Esperava que tivesse doído. A bem da verdade, ela nunca tinha ficado totalmente confiante perto de Delilah. Achava extremamente bonita, é verdade – para não dizer outra coisa – mas quando uma mulher dessas, seminua, com um físico letal de deixar lutares de MMA com inveja chega dando em cima de você falando que vai te morder… Bem, a primeira regra é nunca confiar em uma coisa dessas.

Conseguiu fugir após enfiar o lápis em sua perna e correr sem nem pensar duas vezes, em total desespero. Pra que lado ficava a base? Pra que lado ficava a base?! Vamos Riley pense! E também o que não ajudava em nada, era que por mais que ela se afastasse (e tinha certeza disso já que olhava com frequência para trás para ter certeza de que não estava sendo perseguida), aquela sensação cortante em seu peito de perigo, de vida em risco, não ia embora nunca. Talvez fosse o stress, afinal ela nem parava para pensar, apenas continuava correndo. Pois bem, deveria. Já sei, ficava para lá! Pensou ao ver uma rua conhecida, e a toda velocidade, virou a esquina, dando mais uma checada em suas costas. Assim, o que a pegou de surpresa foi o que estava a sua frente. Quando olhou, nem deu tempo para frear – apenas de gritar –, e ela deu totalmente de cara com alguém, trombando forte, e caindo de uma vez só, parando de bunda no chão. Uma posição totalmente humilhante para quem estava tentando ser uma heroína.

#deixando aberto antes de ir estudar :3 #respondam #t12 #open1

Archery ➝ Eleanor & Anyone

If Eleanor was grateful for anything at a time like this, she was grateful she'd had the mind to pack the one thing that, surprisingly, soothed her.

She'd always made the effort to tag along with her father to the gun store and usually, he'd tell her to stay behind with the second youngest, Ian. When she was nine years old he let her tag along. The moment she entered the shop, the walls lined with weapons, her eyes fell on one specific bow and arrow. It didn't take much to beg for lessons - just some big, sad eyes - and ever since Eleanor considered archery her outlet. Or at least that's what her therapist used to say.

The bow and arrow were so much more than just weapons to her. As her fingers brushed the smooth wood, Eleanor let out the breathe she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. They were an extension of her and the familiarity brought a sense of comfort in such a foreign place.

As she focused on the cans she'd lined up, the sun setting in the distance, Eleanor began to relax her shoulders and fingers until a twig broke behind her. Spinning on her heels, Eleanor turned the bow and arrow to the intruder, her fingers holding the string as she looked up at the face, half ready to find a rotting corpse staring down at her. With wide eyes and a racing heart, Eleanor sighed. No corpse. No mutation. A human.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" She shouted, the bow and arrow still raised without her knowledge, "You don't sneak up on people at a time like this!"

#deadelementsstarter #i really dont know man #i tried?#open1 #para1 #p: mason

A spare moment meant that there were things to do that had yet to be done. Evalynn lived by that, which meant at this particular moment of peace, she was walking the isles of the library to find a Potions volume to read ahead in her class.

Upon spotting the title, etched in the spine of the old, leather book amongst many similar ones, her arm extended in reach for it. However, instead of the expected object, her fingers closed around hair as another hand snatched up the Potions Volume IX right out from under her grasp.

---- "Oh, uh--" Eva stammered, turning to look at the person.

"Go ahead-- I don't need it." She managed, offering a smile.

#open1 #vulsanstarter #open starter #[ hi hello i am awkward ]

Disasters ➝ Dorcas & Anyone

Dorcas Meadowes took a lot of things for granted.

People, money, a roof over her head. She was someone who thought whatever she had now would be there in ten years and slowly, Doe was learning that that wasn’t the case. Lily would be off and gone with a family in no time (hopefully not with Potter), she might find herself with sixty-two cents to her name and back on the neighborhood benches if things ever went south at the Evans’. But for now Doe was at Hogwarts with Lily and a little bit more than sixty-two cents tucked away beneath her bed.

Still, Dorcas couldn’t take everything for granted for the rest of her life and she knew it. So, as her own daily challenge she decided she’d keep up with her usual shenanigans but this time without magic’s extra edge. One good old prank, just one. How hard could it be? After all, she’d been doing it eleven years prior to her Hogwarts years.

Walking out to the Black lake, Doe skipped over a few branches as she balanced a bowl of cherries, whipped cream, and one feather in her arms. Her eyes scanned the shady areas until they landed on one innocent student dozing peacefully beneath tree leaves. Waltzing past a group of fourth years, Doe sat criss cross in front of her victim as she graciously began dropping spoonfuls of whipped cream into their hand, stopping only to take a cherry from the bowl and pop it in her mouth.

Crawling over to the students feet, Doe quickly tied his shoe laces together before moving behind the tree, stretching her arm around slightly to dangle the feather over their face, brushing their skin lightly.

#vhrstarter #open1 #revamped and ready to go