#pavstarter

[pascalexlozano]

Tugging on her jacket and saying hasty goodbyes to the rest of the baristas, she was looking forward to going home and getting away from the smell of coffee. Already planning on a good cup of tea when she got home, it took her a second or two to hear the irritated customer trying to order from her and seemingly insulting her for not paying attention to him. Asshole. But of course, wanting to keep her job she just smiled and did her best to diffuse the situation. “I’m really sorry but I’ve actually just finished my shift. One of my coworkers will be able to help you out of ‘perkatory’ soon, though.” However her smile quickly faded one that was more apprehensive as her humour didn’t seem to sate the customer who moved to block her as she went to step around him. “Look, I’m really sorry but I have some place else to be so I’d really appreciate it if you let me by.” Pascale’s eyes darted around the cafe, wondering if any of the owners of the dozens of eyes were that were now fixed on her due to the man’s outraged tone were actually going to say anything or just gape.

[livia-lawson]

While being at Arlington Hall had its perks, mainly that she was seen for what she could contribute intellectually rather than purely for the fact she was still unmarried, New York was still home. Walking the streets, she couldn’t help but look around at the buildings around her, trying to see what had changed since her stay in Virginia. The war had changed a lot of things, including her, but she still lamented how far was still to go for women to be truly considered equal. Nonetheless, the plight of women for equality was lower down on her list of priorities today, her mind taken over by both her father and in drinking in all the details of her home.  Deciding to buy herself a paper, she approached the nearest stall only for someone else to have arrived at the same time as her. Pursing her lips slightly in annoyance, she remembered her manners. “By all means, after you.”

[rcmanmyers]

While 1944 New York City was nothing but busy this time of day, the lively chatter of the somewhat musty joint was enough to drown out the plethora of car honks and men yelling. Knowing his time home was dwindling, Roman had decided to take advantage of what little days he had left. After all, there was no guarantee he would come back. So, fancying himself a repose from the high life, he’d stopped by the building in the hopes of catching an old friend or two. However, when he stepped inside, the young, vibrant men that had once filled the room were replaced by older folks, all talking over one another in the hopes of being heard. The scene hadn’t been what he’d expected but neither did it surprise him. He knew where those young men were. Walking over to the empty pool table, Roman gently picked up two cue sticks. Turning around, he looked for a suitable opponent before his eyes met that of someone else. He offered out the cue. “Up for a friendly game?”

[cleo-sanders-blog]

Her paperwork had been piling up the past few days and Cleo knew that she needed to catch up on it but she would rather do it in the comfort of her own home. Packing up, the brunette shoved her folders into her bag and shut off the light. Saying goodnight to the officer at the front desk, the detective headed out into the night. Her car was parked a few blocks away and she enjoyed the fact that it was warm for once as she walked. To say she wasn’t paying attention was an understatement as she felt herself run right into someone. 

“I am so sorry...I really need to watch where I am going.”

[evelynxarcher]

With a satisfied smile, Evie put the finishing touches to the vase of flowers in the lobby. Today, they were all whites and creams, with a little splash of the palest of pink roses. It was elegant an simple and she was proud of how well it had turned out. Tomorrow she already had plans for a bright burst of colour, purples and pinks to liven up the place. Already planning which flowers she would use, Evie turned around quickly running straight into someone. Losing her balance, she grabbed a hold of their arm with her eye wide with surprise and worry. “I am so sorry.” Giving an apologetic smile, she slowly released her hold on their arm. “That was completely my fault, I was in too much of a hurry to go nowhere.”

[aryanmerchantarchive-blog]

Stepping out the cab, he once again reminded himself about looking into buying a car. By now, he’d spent a small fortune in cab fares to and from his work and really it was the most logical option, his latest case had just been commandeering most of his thoughts. But car hunting could wait, as soon as his eyes hit the building in front of him, his new home, Aryan had only one goal: sleep. 

As he approached, he rummaged in his pockets for his phone. Of course, he’d checked it only minutes ago but things could change in an instant. He noticed someone up ahead of him doing the same, possibly to locate the identification they all needed to get inside - now more so than ever. Something falling to the ground caught his eye and he quickened his step while calling out to them. “Excuse me, I think you just dropped something.”

[rcmanmyers]

The entire day now Roman had been doing his best to ignore everyone and everything. He’d awoken to a terrible mood, one that left his patience virtually nonexistent and his self control hanging by a thread. By evening, he had taken up the idea of heading to The Bulger Pub where he had been seated for quite some time now. With Zeus as his only company, Roman had spent his time doing nothing but drinking. That, however, had quickly become boring and he strained his hearing to find something to do. It was then that he heard talk of a game of darts happening in the corner of the room. Grabbing the dog, he felt his way over until the shoulders of a small crowd let him know he’d arrived at his destination. “I’ll try.” The sound of his own voice had surprised him. But, when he heard the murmurs of the crowd about a blind man playing darts and felt their pity, he refused to back out. He’d been one of the sharpest shooters in the military and he was determined to prove to himself (if no one else) that he still had it. Holding out his hand, Roman felt the darts pressed into his palm, ignoring the hesitation in the action. Once directed into position, he raised his arm, threw the dart— and missed. It was the whispers of ‘it was close’ or ‘almost there’ that let Roman know of his failure, causing a surge of anger and embarrassment as it did. He felt pathetic as he melted back into the crowd and returned to his seat. Before he’d been able to shoot even the smallest target near dead center. Now, Roman couldn’t even shoot a dart. Wallowing in his anger, he picked up on the sound of footsteps heading in his direction and braced himself for it— for the words of “encouragement” someone who’d been watching his sad display was bound to give him.

[livia-lawson]

There was only so much of her temper that she had managed to keep underwraps during her interview but what she had was soon spilling out into her everyday life. She’d taken sanctuary in The Bulge with the most recent documents she’d been given (Mandarin this time) in attempt to regain some normalcy in her life but it apparently hadn’t to be. Several people had asked her if she was the girl from the interview, one even having the audacity to ask her how her father was. Being interrupted while she worked was one of her many pet hates and today it had happened far too many times for her liking. Livia was in no mood for anyone else’s company or for putting up with their all too curious gazes. Glares had been set in the direction of the offenders and her foot had started bouncing in irritation as it danger from her crossed legs. When she felt eyes on her once more, she chanced a look up from the documents in front of her, fixing them with nothing short of a glare. “Can I help you?”