#parkway.start

[clairvoyantwojda]

The sun was just beginning to slip below the horizon and Clara was already on her third beer of the day, sipping without intent as she observed the scene. This was the first bonfire she'd opted to attend, despite living in Reed for a few years. She wasn't much one for large social events, or social events at all, but it wasn't like she had anything better to do. Hopefully it'd be a better night than watching whatever reality TV show had been on. Following tradition, she had brought something to burn - the bills that had sunk her bank account and left her nearly broke. Maybe tonight would be what she needed to get her mind off that, or things in general. Life had become too monotonous. 

[victuirs]

        open starter

                she         didn't         know         lillian         ...         or,         maybe         she         did.         her         father         was         a         lawyer,         too.         she         honestly         couldn't         rememeber         what         she         had         for         breakfast         sometimes,         other         than         oxycodone.         catherine         stepped         out         of         an         officer's         way,         but         the         footfall         was         a         little         too         hard         on         her         bad         knee         and         she         stumbled         a         bit,         right         into         the         solid         body         of         a         person.         turning         quickly,         she         mumbled         an         apology         and         took         in         their         appearance.         she         recognized         them,         vaguely.         in         the         spirit         of         not         looking         absolutely         blasted         on         a         cocktail         of         painkillers         and         peach         schnapps',         she         offered         a         friendly         nod.         "         weird,         huh?         "

[incmystery]

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨: ignacio finally decides to burn what’s left of his father’s items in his house and he’s feeling a bit more relieved, but ridolfo’s reputation is still weighing heavy on me 

" the first time i came to this i was twenty-six years old and i could have sworn hearing some of the elder folk saying i brought a knife or something. ” he tosses a black hoodie into the open flame and steps away a bit. he’s better with moist temperatures, used to working in a flower shop. to be honest, the fire kind of scares him, so he makes sure not to wear anything too flammable or dangly. “ a part of me wonders what all of this does to the ecosystem, but then again i don’t have all of the brainpower to put together that diagram in my hide. ” ignacio snickers softly while turning away from the flames, deciding to focus on the other person better. that seems to help. “ can i get you anything to eat or drink ? figured i might as well stay here for a bit and some company is always nice. ” even though he looks like a loner from his all black gear to his tattoos.

[joleness]

“it’s kind of funny to see movies and television shows make working at a small town coffee shop look so glamorous— i mean luke from gilmore girls seemed to enjoy himself.” jo had taken an early lunch break after a very unruly customer made some low blows during her shift at the coffee shop. a newly lit cigarette sitting between her fingers as she spoke; a habit she had picked up at the end of her senior year for when she got particularly stressed. “what they don’t tell you is when customers spill your dirty laundry to everyone in the café just because of a mixed coffee order.” she took a small hit before leaning back on the bench. “i now, officially, have no faith left in humanity.”

[incmystery]

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨: lázaro has been keeping mostly to himself during the bonfire, but at the risk of not wanting to be blame for any mishaps he tries to get closer to the crowds and mingle a bit

" y’know, if you were drinking coffee right now i could have tried predicting your future. ” lázaro walks up and stands next to them, carrying a couple of dead herbs in his hands to burn. he looks away from the source of the flame and over to them, not quite smiling just yet. “ unless of course you’re too afraid to know what the future has in store for you. i just hope that you don’t yell out town brujo and start a witch hunt after me. ” one hand moves up to tug on the strap of his bag. he wrecks of herbs since he has just come from the small shop, crushing or burning them for different things. “ so is this what all of you do for fun ? it’s not much different from what i like to do. ” after eleven years this seems commonplace, but string together words in another language while doing this and people think you’re cursing them.