#ravenspeakstarter

[angstfactory]

FOR: OPEN

Since the weekend of the festival, Jesse was on the fast track out of there. The man already put the junkyard and its plot up for sale with a realty company in town-- he didn't care when it got sold, or for how much, they were given free reign to do whatever deal they felt was appropriate at this point. Just call him when the papers needed to get signed.

Packing wasn't an issue. He'd never unpacked, even a year out from when he first stepped foot in this godforsaken place. The guy already kept everything he owned -- which wasn't much -- in a couple of duffle bags and those were in the shitty travel trailer, which would obviously be coming with him.

No, his problem was the truck. Aisley's burst of magic a couple weeks ago had sent vines and weeds all throughout the junky property. Which included his truck, the one thing he relied on. At first, Jesse hadn't been too concerned about it. He figured-- bummer, but hey, he had time to figure out its issues and get it fixed, there was no rush. He might as well fix up the mint green 1960s truck while he was at it, like he'd always planned to, and make a real decent piece out of it. Then fucking demons came around and everything changed. Now, he was in a rush. Now, he wanted to go. And the truck's engine looked to be completely shot to hell.

"Fuckin'.. stupid.. shit.." Each curse was punctuated with a vicious yank-- he'd been working to remove the vegetation under the hood for a good half hour already, and it just seemed never-ending. As he grabbed one section that actually had roses growing out of it and tugged on it, thorns pierced through his grip painfully.

"FUCK!" Jesse screamed at the truck, at the vines, the thorny rose bush. It didn't matter that his hands bled, his back hurt, or that he hadn't gotten a restful night since. The man's frustrations and fear flared up into this emotional moment that saw him grab the nearby tire iron and viciously start beating any part of the truck that got in his way. He didn't care if that was counter-productive. He just need to break something.

[edenxmonroe]

LOCATION: Outside The Golden Spoon

It had been a long time since Eden had been on a date, but after a 'meet cute' with a nice guy downtown, she'd agreed to meet him for dinner at The Golden Spoon. She'd made a point to not arrive too early, not wanting to seem too eager to get to know him better, but when she had arrived there was no sign of him.

Deciding to wait, giving him the benefit of the doubt, another thirty minutes passed and she was still sitting there alone. Eden tried texting him, but her texts went unanswered. Eventually, she gave up, paid for the soda that she'd ordered and headed for the door. Feeling deflated, she wondered what she had done to make the guy change his mind, and her usual smile was nowhere to be seen.

As she stepped outside, she took a deep breath, letting her head fall back in frustration. "This was stupid, Eden. This was a stupid idea." She muttered, unaware that there was someone close by.

[riaxnunez]

LOCATION: Outside the bank downtown

After everything that had happened at the festival, Ria had spent a few days stuck at home get some rest after being patched up from the explosion at Midnight Mirage. The doctor had made her promise to take it easy, but sitting still wasn't something Ria had ever been good at. Plus, she had more than herself to look after, and thanks to not being able to work for at least the next while until she was healed up, she was more stressed than ever. Her car was wrecked, she had medical bills to figure out, and her bank account was getting close to being in the negatives. So, she'd gone down to the bank to try and figure out something so she could at least make it through the next week.

However, there wasn't anything they could do to help. Her credit was in the toilet, so they had let her down very politely. But, the politeness only made Ria more stressed, and as she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she let out her frustration. "Fuck! God dammit! Fucking fuck!"

Her outburst resulted in a few sideways glances from people walking by, and Ria quickly composed herself the best she could. "Shit, sorry, my bad."

[kaixwinter]

LOCATION: Rhythm Realm

There wasn't much that Kai took great pride in, but his store was one of them. Being able to open Rhythm Realm on his own and somehow keep it running was huge for him. Especially since he wasn't the most friendly of business owners.

He was sorting through some customer orders when he heard the door open and close and without looking up he called out, "Instruments are up the front, records are down the back. Most importantly, you break it, you buy it. And before you ask, no, the Taylor Swift album is sold out. Clearly people in this town lack any taste at all."

[ravensrevcnge]

Open! | @ Cup O' Joy

Gabriel was feeling...weird. There wasn't really another way to put it. It was as if a large part of him knew that he no longer belonged here, that he wasn't who he used to be - and, on top of that, he felt like bits and pieces of that person continued to fall out of his head.

What was he doing here? But at the same time - he knew that here was far better than there. Of that he couldn't be more certain.

At the sound of his name being called for his order Gabriel stepped forward - but he bumped into someone else standing nearby as he reached for his order. He flinched away from the contact and ended up knocking over the coffee cup instead of grabbing it, spilling coffee in all directions.

"Shoot -" he murmured, teeth grinding together a moment before he glanced over at the person nearby. "Sorry - I uh - it didn't get - are you okay?"

[counterfcits]

status: open to anyone location: rhythm realm

It felt nice for Arden to be back within the walls of the music store, the serenity it brought her was in overdrive following the events of the festival. She’d finally gotten that awful smell out of her nose, the town seemingly going back to normal besides of course, the businesses that needed repairs. Just when she thought she was started to get a hang of this town, it decided to throw her a curve ball and now the blonde was left with many questions dancing through her head. Luckily she had some time to think, the store was rather slow and Arden was gladly taking advantage of the quiet as she sat on top of one of the shelves with her legs crossed. It wasn’t until she heard the bell signaling the front door opening that she finally jumped down, quickly putting her focus on the pile of records beside her to pretend she was in the middle of organizing them. “Oh hey, is there anything I can help you find?” She questioned, her head looking up toward them casually.

[witchsofia]

Open Starter || Open&Sofia

"What the fuck?" Sofia let out as she slammed her hands against the side of her car. She'd locked her fucking keys in the car accidentally. Half exhausted from staying up so many hours after work and half distracted texting her sister Sofia had slammed the door on her way into the gas station and immediately realised the keys were on the passenger seat and the nineteen seventies Dogde challenger wasn't quite equiped with the same preventative features as a modern car.

"I'm so fucking stupid," she groaned as she leaned against the car. She'd been awake for twenty hours now and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. This was not how her day was meant to go, she still hadn't even gone inside the gas station to grab the study snacks her sister had wanted. Instead she was stuck, parked out front with no way to get into her vehicle, even the spare set of keys were all the way back home and she did not want to walk that in heels.

[beauwolfsong]

who: anyone where: the golden spoon

Beau sat at a corner table in The Golden Spoon, absently stirring his iced tea with a straw as the midday bustle of the café carried on around him. The usual comforting hum of clinking dishes and soft chatter felt muted today, like it couldn’t quite drown out the noise in his head. He shifted in his chair, glancing toward the door, waiting for his lunch companion to arrive.

Lately, something had felt...off. Not wrong exactly, but different. His brothers, usually so boisterous and teasing, had been quieter around him. Conversations trailed off when he entered the room, and their jokes, normally affectionate and playful, felt careful. Too careful. Even his mom’s hugs had felt more hesitant, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Beau let out a soft sigh, leaning back in his chair as he rested his hands on the table. Was it something he’d done? Had he unknowingly upset someone? He’d always prided himself on being in tune with his family, but now he felt like he was out of step.

He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe it was nothing. Still, the nagging feeling sat heavy in his chest as he looked up just in time to see his lunch companion walk in. He smiled and waved, brushing the unease aside for now. "Hey, I hope you don't mind I already ordered a drink."