#para 05

[juliet-evelyn-capulet]

Getting to know you

@veronaspuck

It was getting late near the end of her shift and Evie was starting to drag. The weight of her life was starting to get to her and the strain was starting to show. Still, she tried to maintain some semblance of cheeriness while a work. A sullen face rarely got tips, after all. A familiar face sat across the bar from her. One that she knew by sight but hadn’t spent much time talking to. “Well, hello there, what can I get you tonight, Puck?”

[ocdixie]

Deck the Halls || Para 05

It was already dark when Dixie finally shut the passenger door of Dallas’ truck behind her and took in the dark outline of her family’s cozy cabin against the moonlit mountain air. It was pitch black, assuring the woman that she and Dallas had arrived before her parents. She fumbled through her purse to find the set of keys she had double, triple, quadruple checked that she had packed feeling exhausted. She could only imagine how tired Dallas must have felt since he had driven. She handed him the keys by the front door to spare him the time it would take her to unlock it seven or eight times before the click would sound right to her ears and the feeling of the bolt locking and unlocking would feel correct against her fingers.

In the truck Dixie had developed a suspicious sort of feeling that made her feel Dallas might have been hiding something from her. She tried to shake it from her mind as she stepped inside, careful to make sure none of the bags they had brought with were left out in the cold, crisp mountain air. With a single sweeping glance her mind began to prioritize cleaning, alert her to threats of contamination, and warn her of the unlikely but somehow real consequences of ignoring the red flags her OCD set off. She felt uncomfortable in an instant.

“So, sugar, why don’t you go ahead and take a seat on the couch, remote’s right there and everything, just get cozy alright?” Dixie directed, touching Dallas’ chest gently with one hand before pressing a kiss to his lips. It wasn’t right. She tried a few more times before it was. “If you give me a bit maybe I can find some popcorn or something but I gotta-“

The woman cut off, already heading across the room to pull open a pack of disinfecting wipes. Everything had to be cleaned three times over in the kitchen, every inch of counter, every chair, the counters, if it was there it had to be cleaned. Eventually she found popcorn, only to find her ability to cook it stunted by the need to clean the inside of the already spotless microwave. She felt exhausted by the time she passed the bowl off to Dallas, but too restrained to actually sit beside him.

“We have a tree around here somewhere,” she said, looking back toward an unlit corridor off the large, open space kitchen and living room. She looked distant, mostly thinking about the mess she’d have to clean beyond this room just to feel comfortable, but tried to act normal for Dallas’ sake. “I’m sure they would appreciate it if we had it up by the time they were here in the morning. We can put some of those candy canes you brought on it, that would look real nice. And we could put a fire on and music or a movie.” She looked back at Dallas, feeling so awkward even though she was in a space that was actually hers. “Are you thirsty? Or I could show you the house?”

[awildmadisonappears]

A Little Bit Batty

TAGGING →  Madison McCarthy

TIMELINE→ Tuesday, July 22, 2015

SETTING → Pokémon Tower, Lavender Town

SUMMARY → Madison eagerly goes to Lavender Town to try our her new Silph Scope and nearly has a heart attack when she meets an unexpected new friend. 

ADDITIONAL NOTES → Written as a kipspawn.

Pokemon Tower was a lot darker than Madison imagined. She wasn’t sure what she had in mind, since it’s a place that hosts predominantly ghost Pokemon, but since Madison had been given a magnifying glass of sorts to search for the ghosts with, she’d just assumed that it would be a little better lit. The candles around her were eerie and kept casting shadows everywhere that had her totally on edge, and though she liked to act brave, she didn’t feel it in this moment.

She wished Mason was here, but he’d been so busy since they got to KIP, and left alone so often, Madison started to feel a little bit lost. So much of her life was spent trying to be strong and brave so she could protect and take care of her brother, and now the first time out on her own, she felt jumpy every time she heard a noise or saw a shadow she didn’t recognize.

Madison’s eyes were peering into her Silph Scope, thinking if she focused on looking ahead of her she couldn’t freak herself out by looking to the sides and behind her... but that was probably a bad call, because the next thing she knew, a loud bang behind her had her practically jumping out of her shoes. Should she run away? Should she turn back and go see if it was just a door? She hadn’t decided yet when suddenly there was a loud ‘thwack’ as something hit her in the back of the head.

Madison tumbled to the ground, but she cradled her Silph Scope close to her to make sure she didn’t break it while she fell. Rolling to the side quickly to try and get back up and get away, she paused when she heard flapping wings and recognized the creature floating in midair before her.

“Woobat!” she squealed, delighted. Madison felt like she’d just been telling Mr. Elliott all about how cute they were and how much she wanted one, and now one was right here in front of her. “Oh my Arceus, aren’t you just the cutest? I could just give you a huge hug right now, but I’m probs not allowed to do that until I catch you, right?”

Madison immediately fished for the Pokeballs she wore on her belt, not wanting to give this Pokemon a chance to get away when it was so adorable and would make a great addition to her team. She finally settled on the Pokeball in the middle, figuring that a fight in the dark against a flying Pokemon was best left for her Hoothoot.

“Tootsie, Peck!” she ordered, watching her Pokemon fly through the air towards the Woobat. It’s beak collided, but not a particularly solid hit, and the Woobat barely recoiled. “Drats,” Madison whispered, not wanting to throw a Pokeball and waste it so early on when Tootsie had hardly even gotten a solid hit in. She watched as the Woobat tried to retaliate with a tackle of its own, but fortunately Tootsie dodged, and was ready for another move. 

“Tootsie, Confusion!” Madison called, and watched as he obeyed her for once. She was so grateful for Santana and the help she’d given in getting Madison’s pesky Pokemon under control, and psychic ripples floated through the air, sending Woobat reeling. It tried to attack again, but it ended up hurting itself in confusion after Tootsie’s last show.

Figuring the time was right, Madison drew out her Pokeball and threw it the Woobat’s way. It was too confused to even swat off the ball, and Madison jumped up and down and clapped as the ball closed around the cute little bat once and for all.

Realizing she was making a lot of noise in somewhere that people were supposed to be reverent, Madison picked up the ball and scurried back towards the entrance. She wanted to get her Pokemon healed and ready to go as soon as possible, and maybe, just maybe, the Pokemon Center was an excuse to get out of this dumb, creepy tower. She’d come back and explore more tomorrow when she was feeling braver -- and hopefully had a partner in crime -- but for now she was ready to see the sunlight again, and Tootsie’s wings flapped behind her as he followed her back out into the fresh air.

[julesbaker]

Float On → Julia & Daniel

The sun filtering through the dirty dorm window woke Julia up far earlier than she intended. She couldn’t quite muster the energy to groan over her headache, so she reached halfheartedly for her pillow and flopped it over her head. Maybe she’d suffocate underneath it. It seemed like a nice alternative to living at the moment.

Two hours and one long bathroom break later, Julia felt only marginally better. She could probably get some ibuprofen from the market, but it would cost rations she wasn’t willing to spend. Her empty stomach grumbled, even though she felt like she would probably hurl if she tried to get anything down. Damn her brother and his alcohol. It was mostly her fault for drinking so much, sure, but she wasn’t going to take the blame.

She kept her head down as she walked down the streets, flinching at every loud noise and burst of sunlight. She wasn’t sure just how helpful she would be in the kitchens, but at least she wouldn’t be wallowing in her own self pity all day. So she stumbled on towards work, paying no attention to where she was walking until she ran head first into a large figure. “Aw, fuck I’m....”

When she finally managed to drag her eyes up all the way up to his face, she smiled. “Oh. Hey, Daniel. ‘M sorry for running into you.”

[huntercgryffindor-blog]

Self-Para: “Private Fears In Public Places”

Who: Hunter Clarington Where: DADA Classroom What: Self para for prompt #14. Hunter goes to face his boggart only to get a shock when he realizes what his biggest fear truly is.

There was a reason this was done in third year, Hunter grumbled to himself as he made his way to the front of the classroom. 

When he’d first faced a boggart his deepest fear had been so simple. A zombie had come tumbling into view, which had been expected after he’d discovered horror films and had nightmare after nightmare about flesh falling off of bones and sickly yellow teeth coming after him. Three years later and he had no clue what his biggest fear was. His parent’s disapproval had faded to a dull roar in his head and he didn’t think he had any other fears tucked away anywhere.

Sucking in a deep breath Hunter tumbled towards the front of the classroom and waited in front of the cabinet, knuckles white and hands shaking as the door to it slowly creaked open.

When the boggart first started forming into Sebastian Smythe’s figure he almost wanted to laugh and call the whole thing a failure. Then the voice spoke and it was Sebbie the child in front of him, the first person to truly give a shit about him outside of what he could become one day, leaning in with a menacing tone that belied the sweet features. “You’re going to be nothing,” it - he whispered.

“You’re already so unimportant. When you leave the castle, who will remember you? When you enter the real world, what wizard will know who you are besides Cubicle #4? You have nothing special. You are nothing special.”

Toddler Sebastian swirled into Clara, and then Marley, and Roderick, and Albus James and Gracie and everyone who’d ever mattered chanting the same words in his face. “You were never more than a name,” and that was his parents, his mother’s somewhat kind face twisted into an ugly smile and his father’s usual condescending stare turning downright disgusted. Then back to Sebastian, the face he loathed (the face that drove nails in his heart everytime he saw it), flickering for a few moments before settling on his image.

Every word the boggart spit out was a hit straight to his heart. When he finally managed “RIDDIKULUS!” and Sebastian turned into a monkey-version of himself clanging away on toy symbols, Hunter only managed a sharp bark of laughter before pushing his way back to his seat. 

The lesson might be over but there was no way those words were going to stop haunting him anytime soon.

[instantfrustrationjustadddaniel]

Broken Crown || Para 05

When Charlotte had promised Daniel she wouldn't sleep that evening for the sake of keeping an eye out for the leeches of particular demonesses she had meant it. She probably wouldn't have been able to sleep if she had tried either way.  Instead she listened to the second hand tick its rotations and stared at the bloodstained walls of her apartment and the cut out contract slab in her bedroom. She had allowed herself to be conditioned to sleeping with Daniel, and without him so much as dosing off was an impossibility. She didn't doubt sleep was hard to come by on his end either. 

The next night might be better, she might be with him, but she knew in all likelihood that Evangeline would know she hadn't fulfilled her objective of targeting the Kromers before Charlotte even arrived at her home. There was honestly a touch of surprise that she wasn't dead already. But she had the safeguard of an angel, even if he was fallen, on her side and that made her chances look significantly better.  She dressed and made her way to Evangeline's house on the blind faith Jericho would make good on his word.

Jericho had known with such a persistent hunter on his hands the margin for error on his part was virtually zero.  As much as he wanted to dislike the Kromer it was becoming harder when saw a crack in his armor by way of his devotion for Charlotte. He thought it would have been easier to hate Charlotte as well, but where he expected to have seen a mindless killer her was faced with a genuine remorse and want to do better. It wouldn't do anyone any good for him to get caught up in sentiments now.

With a deep sigh Jericho glanced at Daniel and then checked the clock on the wall one last time. "I'm assuming you don't want to sit here and wait?" Jericho asked. "You're going to have to keep your distance. It won't be safe for any of you."