#rpv:starter

[cogentfights]

“ they say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't  —- ignorance truly seems to be the best medicine in all our case’s. ”

[cfsacrilege]

“ the secret to a good trick? make people look the wrong way —- works every time, dear. ”

[adcpthearts]

“ i’m  fine  with  hiding  out,  kind of beats the alternative —- this town feels far enough away from home. ” 

[wrckhvck]

damon’s  not  really  a  panicker.  yes,  he  gets  more  irritable  when  circumstances  are  ...  less  than  ideal,  but  he’d  like  to  think  he  manages  to  stay  relatively  calm  in  a  crisis.     he’s  wrong,  mind  you,  but  self-awareness  can  be  a  fatal  flaw.   

one  minute  he’s  outside  some  crappy  motel  with  little  gilbert  and  elena,  and  in  the  next  he’s  stumbling  over  his  own  feet  as  some  jackass  almost  hits  him  with  their  car.   the  irony  makes  him  smile,  despite  the  irritated  set  to  his  jaw.   “  watch  where  you’re  going. ”   he  shouts,  smoothing  out  the  lines  of  his  shirt  as  a  head  turns  towards  the  driver.   “  —  or  is  road  etiquette  not  a  thing  wherever  the  hell  this  is  ?  ”

[xjessmoore]

There’s nothing. The top corner of her screen that should be showing her service bars is only showing her that it’s searching for a signal and failing to find one, even as she holds the flip phone up above her head in hopes it might register. “Come on, come on, come onnn,” she half begs, frowning when she brings it back down where she can see it before shaking her head, stuffing it back into the pocket of her pajama pants.

She’s dreaming, or at least she figures she must be, because she wouldn’t go out in public dressed like this. She doesn’t know why she’s dreaming something like this, but she’ll figure it out. She’ll see Brady or Sam or someone that she actually knows here and she’ll wake up warm and comfortable in bed to go to class in the morning... Or something. (has she ever had a lucid dream like this before? has she ever been aware that she was dreaming?)

It’s only when she sees someone walking ahead of her that she springs into action, jogging the few steps she needs to to catch up to them before reaching out to tap their shoulder, “Hey, can I borrow your phone for a minute? I’ve got no signal.”

[devilsiniquity]

“ the deepest of convictions are the darkest of positions —- best not to roll the dice and play the fool. ”

[minnienotamouse]

@reprievestarters​ The rain outside could almost be described as torrential, which was Minnie’s absolute favorite kind of go outside weather. It wasn’t hot, she wasn’t sweaty, and the lightening and thunder were soothing in a way she could never quite understand. Besides, when one is able to construct a large bubble around them to keep dry from the rain, why wouldn’t they spend the time outside? Minnie had, apparently, put some thought to this, judging by the supplies around her. Perched in a lawn chair as most normal people would do on a sunny day, she had a bag full of snacks beside her, an open bag of skittles on her lap. A few books were scattered on the ground as well, and in her hands was a gaming system that had her full attention. That was, of course, until a frown pulled at her lips and she noted someone else was in her bubble. Literally and figuratively. “Hey hey,” she said as she looked over the edge of her game, “it’s usually nice to ask before taking advantage of the awesome magical shelter.”

[mundanelife]

@reprievestarters​ Fingers stained gray from the graphite in her hands, Clary looked down at the sketchpad before her and frowned. Lip between her teeth, she sighed as she pulled out an eraser and carefully made an edit, and she then quietly nodded to herself as though satisfied with the work she’d done. It felt good to decompress, to stop thinking about everything that had happened over the past few days and to get back to basics: coffee, a pastry, and her sketchpad. Those three things were her staples, and made her feel at home in a place she still considered strange. The coffee shop was crowded with unfamiliar faces, though the shop itself was beginning to become familiar. She had spent more time at a table in the corner than she had anywhere else, and she was planning on keeping it that way for a while. However, as other eyes met her own, she felt her eyes widen and she offered a half-smile. “Um, sorry,” she offered, “I wasn’t being creepy or staring or anything. I was just zoning out there for a second.”