#p:stacey

[wtfhaleigh]

{staleigh} > ink’d

Haleigh finished cleaning her camera’s sense and set it in the carrying case. She was feeling a lot better than she had been yesterday. Her run in with Harry last night had helped a lot and so had talking with Louis. She was still a bit upset about what happened but she would be okay. After all, if Louis and Harry were happy, she was happy. 

The other day, she had decided to get a tattoo with Stacey. They decided on a Harry Potter themed tattoo since part of what they had bonded over was the Harry Potter series. They would watch the movies together and Stacey would ask her questions about England and whatnot. The girl had actually taken the time to do her make up and look presentable. She sat on her bed, looking through twitter as she waited for Stacey.

[wtfhaleigh]

{staleigh}>i can read your mind.

Haleigh hadn’t slept much in the last day or so. She had so much on her mind. She peeled herself from her bed and changed into yoga pants and a tshirt. She grabbed her bag and was out the door. She walked to the nearest Starbucks, ordering her favorite drink -- a caramel macchiato. She also ordered an iced white mocha with three pumps of raspberry -- bet you couldn’t guess who that was for. 

After getting both coffees, she walked back to the hotel. She headed straight up to the room she knew to be Stacey’s. “Stace! Open up! I brought coffee!” she called from outside the door.

[wtfhaleigh]

{staleigh}>girl cuddles.

Haleigh was laying in bed with Jack when her phone buzzed on the bedside table. She opened her eyes, reaching for her phone. It was a text from Stacey, asking her to come over and watch netflix. She responded with a yes and stood from her bed. She grabbed Jack and put him on the floor. “We’re gonng go see Stacey!” she said excitedly. 

Haleigh had been in her towel from her shower so she put on some sweats and a t-shirt, along with her slippers. Her hair was a bit damp but it didn’t matter. She lifted Jack into her arms and padded down the hall to Stacey’s room. She didn’t bother knocking and the door was unlocked so she walked inside. “Babes, I’m here.” she said, taking a seat next to Stacey. “What are we watching tonight?” she asked laying Jack at the end of the bed.

[wtfhaleigh]

{staleigh} > pink drinks.

Haleigh rummaged through her bags in search of something to wear. She decided that she wanted to look hot. It was a rare occasion but looking like the innocent naive girl wouldn’t get a cute american guy’s number. HAleigh was tired of being the single one. It had always been that way with her and Stacey. She was always the one they were searching for a guy for. It was time to take matters into her own hands. She pulled out a black dress with gold studs and a pair of heels that matched. 

After changing and doing her hair and makeup, Haleigh grabbed her small black flask, filling it with whatever liquor was in the minibar, taking a few sips. There was nothing wrong with a little pre-gaming, right? She slipped her flask into her clutch and made her way to the lobby, waiting for Stacey.

[wtfhaleigh]

{haleigh&stacey} > day drinking.

Haleigh sat on her bed, still wrapped in her towel from the shower she took earlier that morning. She had taken a shower with all intentions of getting ready and actually doing something with her hair and make up but, of course, an artistic opportunity distracted her. She grabbed her camera and snapped a picture of her view from her window. Oslo was a beautiful town along the coast and landscapes were Haleigh’s weakness. She reviewed her picture and smiled but her attention quickly shifted when Jack let out a soft yelp. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” she said, pouring food into his bowl.

Deciding to finally get dressed, Haleigh pulled a pair of black tights and black cutoff shorts. She put on her tights, careful not to tear them, layering the shorts over them. She paired the outfit with a loose, white tank top. She dried and curled her hair, grimacing at the new length. She did her make up and decided to let Jack stay behind while she was out today. She could repay him with treats later. She put on her shoes and went down to the lobby to meet Stacey.

[nathaniel-eissink]

Close By || Stacey & Nathan

The proposal Nathan had given had been graciously accepted, and now it was time to follow it through. Nathan had been in his room, waiting for curfew to end and then he'd be off to Stacey. His covers had been folded into an as small as possible package, his cushion as well, along with some clothes in case the ground was still too hard. Finally, after a long time of waiting, the recruit decided he had been careful enough, even though he knew you could never be too careful. Still, roughly an hour and a half had passed by and most people should be asleep. Natan really hoped that Stacey wasn't one of those people. After scooping his things into his arms, he opened the door with some struggle with his elbow, listening like he always did before moving into the hallways.

The bad thing though, was that Stacey's room was on the other side of the bunker. Sighing softly, Nathan closed his door and slowly made his way towards her side of the bunker, hoping that he wouldn't encounter anybody. It seemed like luck was on his side as he managed to get to her door without any major mishaps (other than stubbing his toe because he couldn't see his feet). Unsure if he was supposed to put down his cover and knock, Nathan stood in the hallway for a few moments, before just tapping twice against the door with his elbow, hoping Stacey would hear it and open the door soon. 

[nathaniel-eissink]

Morning Gymnastics || Stacey & Nathan

Morning exercises were harsh, and this morning was no different. Waking up had been easier, though. Or at least, it had felt easier. Maybe the lack of late night trips around the Bunker made a difference, maybe they didn't, but Nathan felt slightly better each morning he woke up. The light had switched on just as the clock hit 4 am and Nathan had opened his eyes a few seconds after that. After his morning routine, he'd changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt along with a dark blue zip up, feeling a little chilly despite the perfect temperature that Division always managed to maintain. Walking out of his room and into the hallways, Nathan didn't spot anyone yet to his surprise, but went to the gym anyway, bare feet making soft 'pat pat' on the ground. He preferred bare feet to shoes (nobody wore just socks, let's be honest) even though it might give him a disadvantage if someone stomped on his foot. But until now, Nathan hadn't sparred with anyone seriously, and they hadn't stomped on his feet yet, so he was good. 

The Gym was empty save for a two recruits hanging around. One of them was already doing pushups, the other lifting weights, but Nathan left them alone and settled in an empty corner where a treadmill was. Starting with a slow jog, he warmed his muscles, a quick glance at the clock telling him he still had about ten minutes until their terrible morning exercises started that forced them all to become lean and supple as well as strong. At the start of his arrival, it had been pure hell. Waking up at four in the morning to have you sweat your whole body dry with grueling exercises. Now, it was still terrible, but not so much. Speeding up, Nathan's feet landed quicker in succession, his bare feet giving him a disadvantage right now as well, because it was just a lot more uncomfortable to run on a treadmill with bare feet than it was with shoes. 

Now he was panting, breathing coming heavily as the whirring of the machine intensified. When he couldn't go faster and he felt his muscles aching a little, he counted to sixty, pushing his body to endure a minute longer. When the whirring faded away, it was replaced by the sound of blood pumping through his veins and slow breathing. Along with the breathing of someone else. He wasn't alone. Whirling around, he was met with the sight of Stacey. 

"Good morning, Stacey."