#para:open

[wellsmedium]

Nora sat on top of her desk, staring at the same three papers from the briefing for what had to be the last three hours. Exasperated she crumpled them up, throwing them out the open door into the hall. “You know, just once I would like a case with some whimsy. Why is it always a creepy mansion? What can’t it something nice, like a fairy stuck in a well lit Dunkin Donuts?”  She yelled at the whatever poor soul happened to be outside her office. “This isn’t going to be one of those easy, open and shut, be home in time to watch The Bachelorette cases is it?”

[marcusxcross]

not my cup of tea | open

Marcus: As much as Marcus loved mingling and meeting new people, he hated lavish parties such as this. For the last few years, he had been able to stay away from any of the social events that were very Lima's upper class, claiming he couldn't make it home from college for yet another party. Unfortunately, now that his college years were behind him, Marcus had run out of excuses. After an hour of showing his face and dancing with a few people, he had made his way outside, where he sat on the steps leading out to the garden. He sighed, taking another sip out of the flute he had in his hand, making a face that clearly showed how much Marcus didn't like the champagne he was currently having. Placing the glass next to him, he looked out into the garden before he checked his watch yet again. "Fuck, still too early to leave," he muttered frustrated, more to himself than for someone else to hear.

[parksfabray-blog]

Birthday Celebration | Open

Parker: was glad that everything was going off without a hitch and going smoothly. She was also glad that things weren't awkward between Dom and her. She excused herself to check on the punch and started to make more of the punch. It took her two hours to have the lay out of the kitchen in her head and was pretty sure she was a pro of navigating the kitchen. She grabbed the ice from the freezer once she was finishing making the punch and filled a cup full of ice then poured the ice into the punch. "There, a fresh batch of punch." She muttered to herself and carefully placed the ice back into the freezer.

[madstymest]

Just another night

A fumaça escapou por seu lábios entreabertos, podia ouvir com clareza a musica que tocava dentro do Zanzibar. A noite estava fria, mas nada insuportável. A ponta do cigarro brilhou quando ele puxou mais um trago. A duas semanas Mad era oficialmente um desempregado, entretanto não estava realmente preocupado com o atual status a economias que tinha lhe garantiriam bem por ate uns quatro meses. A rua estava deserta graças ao horário, se fosse dia e o moreno estivesse naquele exato mesmo lugar fumando como fazia no momento, com toda a certeza já teria sido abordado.

Entendia bem a campanha publica do país, mas achava a lei sobre não fumar nas ruas abusiva. Mad sorriu debochado ao notar que a placa onde apoiava as costas a uns cinco minutos, não indicava um ‘Proibido Estacionar’, o desenho da placa era na verdade um ‘Proibido fumar’.     Desencostou e virou para encarar melhor a placa._Vamos fazer um acordo, você fingi que não me viu e eu finjo que não é um pé no saco, que tal? - Falou para o objeto inanimado. _Bom fazer negocio com você. - Completou enquanto batia de leve o polegar no filtro fazendo as cinzas do cigarro caírem na calçada úmida. Os olhos azuis migraram para a porta do bar/clube, um leve indecisão entre voltar a entrar ou seguir para um pub. Havia escutado vários cumprimentos do  estilo ‘Olá professor’ ou ‘Hey professor Stymest’, era normal esbarrar com seus alunos quando ia a baladas na cidade, porem ser chamado de professor pareceu estranho aos ouvidos de Mad por algum motivo. Deu um ultimo trago no cigarro. Seus olhos passearam mas uma vez pela rua, a cidade era totalmente diferente quando a lua estava no céu.

[lyinginthemeadowes-archive]

Strange Visitors // Dorcas & Open

Days like this, no one seemed to like the precession that followed. Dorcas was forced to return to her homey little sector located in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with dirt built up beneath the tips of her fingernails and bloodstain clinging to her cheeks. Though it was difficult to tell, it wasn’t her own. She exasperatedly tugged open a medium-sized drawer to reveal a dingy-looking towel, which she used to dab away the sweat and grime built up on her face. A large sigh protruded from her lips, and Dorcas traded in the dirty towel for a half-consumed bottle of scotch swirling around the bottom of the same drawer.

Though there was nothing more she wanted than to retreat to the safe barricades that were home for the night, her civic duty could not be ignored. Shuffling to one particular French Mustard yellow colored page of her case files, she poured herself an ample amount of the smoldering amber liquid and sat back in preparation for the long night ahead. Hit Wizard Headquarters was the quietest Dorcas had seen it in months. There wasn’t a semblance of a life echoing through the corridors, with the exception of a single glow emitting just the right amount of light from a fixture floating above her desk. She knew she was the only one left for the night, motivating her to work faster than she would during peak office hours.

As time passed, she finished her drink and began to pour another one. It seemed her brain was falling behind however, her body unable to register the simple muscle reflexes she was trying to send herself. Her mind was weighed down and cluttered by the violence of another long day and, though she knew her own delirium well, could not shake the feeling that something else was wrong. A bizarre siren suddenly flooded the adjacent room—green haze trickling in through the cracks in the ceiling and walls before she sprung to her feet—splattering ink across her desk and nearly toppling out of the chair she occupied in the process. Crippling darkness settled in again after the all too familiar silence was restored, but there was nothing peaceful about it. Dorcas could almost taste the beating of her own heart as nervousness swelled like a lump and took up residency in the back of her throat.

She could feel the scotch tightening its hold on her as she swiftly placed one foot in front of the other. Each step, she anticipated; carefully allocating every movement as she danced along the dark perimeter’s edge. Flexing her wand, Dorcas released a pent up breath of hot and heavy air before ejecting herself around the corner and positioning herself in the direction of what appeared to a shadowy silhouette. “Is there something I can help you with?” She cleared her throat, allowing her tone to drip through stone cold while subtle darkness shielded her cocked wand from this strange visitor’s view. 

[nobird-justjane-blog]

Midnight Walk-Open

'Thanks be to God,' thought Jane, 'it must be over.' Introverted, socially awkward Jane had, as if by a wicked chance of fate, arrived at the Grand Aster on the same date as there was to be a masquerade ball. Luckily, she was able to claim lack of both rest and a proper costume as reasons to stay confined in her new room for the night. This meant, however, Jane would suffer from not just the lack of company she so craved from her beloved Rochester, but also lack of food and water. Her stomach grumbled. Her pallet dried. Sooner or later, Jane would have to leave her room. Eventually, the elegant yet awfully loud music from downstairs stopped, as well as the chitter and chatter of gossip and small talk. The masquerade was over, Jane decided, and she was free to leave her room. Clang! Clang! Clang! The clock struck thrice as Jane hesitantly made her way into the dim, narrow hallway. 'Surely it cannot be three in the morning already?' she thought. And it wasn't. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! It was midnight. Jane then dashed, quietly as she could, down to where she had seen the kitchen upon arrival. Surely, she could find some refreshments there.

[circdae-blog]

❝introductions

A soft, low rumbling purred throughout the tall barn-like building, echoing through it’s wide stalls like the grumbling of thunder in summer. It’s answered by a small chirping in the next stall, and a heavy pattering of flat feet running around her pen. Jongdae flicks his gaze over to the grey blur of a baby rhinoceros, grunting and tossing her head about trying to catch his attention. He pauses, sliding his hands through the tall metal bars that keep her in her allotted space and she responds by butting her hornless nose through the gap to meet his palm in a mock charge, then kicking off and gallivanting excitedly around her pen, bouncing around like a short pogo stick. It’s not really him that she’s this excited about: it’s breakfast. The zoo’s gates opened only a few minutes ago and animals from every enclosure are singing their joy about the first feed of the day.  Bab, the rhino calf, makes another playful charge at Jongdae as he slips in through the enclosure’s door with a loud clatter. She skids to a halt a few feet away, tosses her head again, ears pricked forward and then trots to him, nudging the bucket in his hand. Bucket is a loose word: it’s larger than your average bucket, full to the brim of vegetables and pellets made specifically for a growing calf. She nearly rips it out of his hands as she shoves her nose into it, and he chuckles, tipping the rest to the ground for her to feast on. With a pat on her head he leaves her there and slips back out to the rumbling of next door’s occupant.  Her long trunk extends out through the bars to mess at Jongdae’s hair as he approaches with her food: this one’s in a wheelbarrow. He ducks his head, but she still manages to brush his hair back into a mess, and he sighs, shaking his head as he slides into her enclosure. He’s the only keeper with permission to do this, but he’s also the only keeper who’s been with Dubu since she was first born into the world, seventeen years ago. Her soft purrs roll out of her, ears flapping as she follows him around the enclosure affectionately, stealing pieces of fruit from the wheel barrow. He tips it, letting the food scatter the floor for her to eat as she wills, while he crosses over to open the large doors that lead to the outside enclosure. Sunlight bleeds through the doors as they slide across, and Bab takes up her singing again at the sight of the outdoors. There’s more food out there, and toys and more space to run about - she takes to bouncing around in the thrill of the morning routine. Dubu takes a much more gentle approach, tousling Jongdae again before strolling out at an easy pace, her huge legs alone almost at a height with him. He pats her side as she walks by, and out into the day where people are already gathering to fawn over her existence.

[ajoutoftime-blog-blog]

Stargazer || para:open

The night felt nice and pleasant around AJ as he lay on the grass outside the dorm and stared up at the sky. The leaves of grass tickled against his back and arms as he stretched out, his shirt riding up ever so slightly as he put his arms underneath his head. The air was heavy with the smell of heat and ocean and a bit of the weed someone had smoked not too far from here, and AJ’s ears could jsut ever so slightly make out the sounds of music coming from a nearby club and of a couple celebrating their vacation in their own special way.

Lying there and taking it all in with his senses, AJ took a deep breath and sighed. If he strained his eyes, he could fool himself into believing that he could still see the faint twinkle of the stars above instead of the dark void he was stairing into, the only thing bright enough to make out the crescent moon in it’s waning form.

AJ was just about to get up and leave, frustrated by his own disablility when he heard someone approaching. Looking up, he smiled at the person looming over him, giving a little wave with his fingers. “Hey there... came to join me?”