#savannah:start

[iconicblondebetty]

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[ariiamxntgxmery]

A breath exhaled from her lips until she held her breath once more. Sometimes when Aria was writing, she’d get so caught up in putting the words to the paper, that she’d forget to actually breathe. 

Aria swiftly pushed her fallen hair behind her ear as she continued to write rapidly against the notebook’s paper. She was writing as if there were no tomorrow, it was her usual pace. She usually wrote like the paper would catch on fire if her ink didn’t touch the paper fast enough. Writing in such a frenzy exhilarated her; made her feel alive more than anything.

September’s weather was gorgeous out in Forsyth Park today, and even though she knew she should’ve been doing homework on this gorgeous Saturday, she was too entranced with her own writing to care for schoolwork now; and maybe too intoxicated with who she was writing about.

[captclarington]

What did it mean to sleep? For an actual 8 hours that is. Hunter felt that lately, he and sleep were on opposite sides. Maybe that was because he was in a new city and he was still getting used to the way things were done here – especially with his new job. Savannah was definitely different as opposed to the other places he called home. It wasn’t his nerves that he was sure of. Hunter didn’t get nervous, he did however think too much, so that had to be the reason why he couldn’t sleep – his mind just wouldn’t relax.

About a week ago he overheard some students talking about a Smoke Shop over on the Southside called Ring of something...Fire was it? The kids were saying there was some kind of menu and something about relaxing, but that was all he was able to get out of them before the bell rang and he had to order them to get to their classes.

Being in charge – or being able to have some kind of authority was ecstasy for him, even back at Dalton when he was Captain of the Warblers...

“Your destination is on the right.” The GPS announced through his car speakers. Pulling his Range Rover up in the front spot, Hunter took in a breath and exited. Honestly, he had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he usually always did things on a whim anyway.

Pushing the door open, Hunter entered the store and immediately inhaled the aroma as he stepped inside. It tickled his nose, these scents that he sure as hell wasn’t used to. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his fall jacket as he started to move around the smoke shop.

{{ @alectriclightwood

[xlxsxndxlxxrxntxs]

The blonde didn’t know what she was doing at the spot of the fire, but here she was. It wasn’t much anymore because the rubble had been picked up and what was left over had been covered in multiple layers of snow. She still found herself here and getting lost in what had happened. She didn’t know why it was bothering her so much still because compared to some of the others that were involved in what happened that night - she had gotten on scotch free. 

She got lost in her own head for a while and then was shaken out of it when she heard the crunch of a footstep in the snow behind her. “Jesus. Have some respect and announce yourself next time.” She glared at the person behind her. “Or wear a bell.”

[hxnnxmxrin]

She could’ve stayed on the Southside, but the store on the Northside held a wider selection of snacks and groceries and if she had to feed almost six people she was going to make sure they had the best of the best. It was easy nowadays to ignore the stares she got from most in the grocery store. Her jacket and style stood out from nearly everyone else but she simply kept her eyes on the shelves and refrained from making a scene. Just as she was reaching for another item, a hand cut across to pick up the same. “Excuse you?” 

[pvnkedbitch]

Today was a pretty rare occasion for Chloe; she was voluntarily spending time outside, skating down the road on her trusty longboard in hopes of finding a skate park or an empty storm-drain to refresh her skills in. See, Wednesdays were what she considered her day off, a day where she doesn’t need to worry about looking for a job, trying to figure out a way to get her GED. Just a day to chill out.

To keep her sane, in a way.

She had tried to keep to herself around here, but her social battery was just BUZZING to be used, so she figured a little friendly conversation at the local park wouldn’t hurt. Stepping off the board and bringing it over to a swingset, she sat down, pulling a cigarette from her jacket’s pocket and lighting it.

     “. . . Come here often?”

[xpipershawx]

“It’s sad to say, but its old news. Weeks old news even. The case is shut, the boy’s been buried courtesy of town funds- there’s no more story so you’re best off just canning whatever conspiracy theory you have that in thick skull of yours and leave me be.” her tone was sharp, snappy and cold as she hung up the phone with a huff. For weeks people were still hounding her about the piece. All it took was some shares on social media and suddenly all the conspiracy theorists were creeping out of the woodwork. Because of course, sleepy Savannah had nothing this bad for notoriety before. If there was, it wasn’t in their life time. 

Gathering her papers, she chewed at her lip as she shoved them in her briefcase. That was until someone stopped her in her path and she looked up at them with a light scowl. “Whatever it is, I’m busy and it will have to wait. I have a deadline by six to reach-” 

[nxahfxster]

“Don’t concern yourself, they can’t fire me, I’m the only one who knows the WiFi router password and login. So, how can I help you?” running a side business out of his regular job was something that everybody knew, but also never spoke about. From tech problems, to hacks, to changing grades electronically, Noah was the guy. He even dabbled in spyware but that was need to know and only special circumstances. But college cost money and even if he was offered grants and special admittance he still wanted funds.