#oportstart

[ciscobaile-blog]

—— cisco, TRUTHFULLY, hated his job. however, he was in school and despite the fact that his parents helped him financially, he needed SOME money. therefore, it was his respective goal NOT to get fired from the tiny coffee shop he called a job. however, after a long day, the last thing cisco needs is someone walking in right when he’s about to lock up. the ding from the coffee shops door sounded more like M I S E R Y to cisco, and he doesn’t even bother looking up when he speaks. “i’m just curious, but do you realize what time it is ? because I DO, and would you look at that ! we’re closed.” it was rude, perhaps, but he was closing ALONE, and he couldn’t be bothered with manners. then again, when was cisco ever bothered with manner ? not often.

[mercymoreno-blog2]

Mercy lost track of time sitting on the docks not far from her new apartment. It was always that way when she sat watching the sailboats float across the gentle water, imagining who was in them and where they were going, just like she did when she was a little girl. It helped to clear her mind and calm her anxiety. She needed it that day. Mercy was happy to be back - needing to be back - but that didn’t mean she wasn’t dreading that talk she was bound to have with every single person she’d reconnect with over the coming weeks. That ‘what brings you back to Oakport’ talk. That ‘why?’.... And that’s why she’d found herself down at the docks that morning, really... To arm herself with the inner peace she needed to power through that dread. Realizing it was probably time to get up and on with her day, she finally stood, squealing in shock when she turned around and knocked right into the person who’d been approaching her from behind, a smile quickly spreading across her face. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Oh! Hey you!”

[heyhailey-blog1]

hailey lets out a yawn, college was killing her. she was studying a lot and of course it was getting tiring. adding working to the local coffee shop into the mix, that didn’t help either. but she needed to pay her own way for college, after her parents said they wouldn’t help her out. that sucked. she runs a hand through her blonde hair, giving the person standing in front of her the most charming smile she could, “you wouldn’t happen to have room on your sofa? for a little one?” 

[levvargas]

The meeting had gone well—some of the members had even been able to open up and talk about wounds they previously had been closed to discussing. Levi was quick to clean up the room the group used and to lock up. Lighting a smoke he decided to talk the long way home that evening. Walking along the cold coast side road. He had missed the Massachusetts seaside, what he hadn’t missed was the cold sea breeze chilling his bones. He planted himself on a bench and opened the app the younger firefighters suggested. “I still don’t even understand tinder.” he grumbled to himself with a sigh, “I don’t even want to date. What am I doing?” He leaned back running a hand over his face with frustration at the same time he noticed that someone had been sharing the bench with him. “How long have you been sitting there?”

[heyhailey-blog1]

would anyone like a private starter? like this post if ya do. 

[pmcrriss-blog]

   Parker wasn’t about to pretend her life hasn’t been in a constant spiral downwards since she decided to deck Nomi—that self centered prick. The strange part was she absolutely didn’t give a shit. Perhaps this is what happens when you peak at 26, only one way to go and it sure as fuck wasn’t up. God—she realized she was more hungover than she thought she was as her stomach lurched a little. “What do you think Lexi? Am I a has been?” she asked the brown-eyes staring up at her as she stuffs another bite of her Bacon and egg McMuffin into her mouth. She watches as her faithful companion turns to look at someone else, her eyes glance over her shades squinting a bit thanks to the harsh light. “See something you like shit head? Or just like staring?”