#sfth rp

[garysays-itsnicetogive]

does anyone… know how to get grass stains out of homework?

I did something stupid.

[babette-and-maureen]

*Twig walks into the establishment, limping, covered in cuts and bruises, a sort of distant look in their eyes*

Mmm…. Maureen….?

*they look around, scared*

- @twig-the-little-fella

Maureen quicky looks up when she sees Twig arrive, a look of concern crossing her when she sees the state the creature is in. "Oh my goodness." she rushes towards them. "What happened? Are you alright?" She shakes her head at the stupid question. "Who--what did this to you?"

[intellectual-tea-drinker]

Hiiiiii! Hiii mummy!

- @eight-from-the-maze

"Sweetheart, hello!"

Sandra looks down at him, cupping his cheek with an adoring smile. There's a fleck of paint on her brow from where she's painting one of the walls a dark reddish-pink.

"You alright darling?"

[john-hobson-sr]

HELLO!!!!!

- @twig-the-little-fella

Oh! Hello there. How are you?

[blogging-cindy]

"Cafe Meeting"

closed rp thread with @milk-from-the-hip

Cindy pushes the café door open with her good hand, the wound in her other palm still tender beneath the bandage, and steps inside. She scans the room before choosing a table near the window, setting her bag down carefully. She thought she was leaving the flat too soon, but she'd rather arrive early than keep David waiting.

Lowering herself into the chair, she catches her reflection in the window glass, the bruise along her jaw still dark, makeup having done little to hide it the few times she'd bothered trying these past couple of days, until she gave up on it entirely.

Her hands fold loosely on the table, the bandaged one resting a little more carefully than the other, the edge of the bandage on her forearm slipping into view for a moment as she adjusts her sleeve.

She checks the time once, then glances toward the door, waiting for him to arrive.

[shootingtothemoonandback]

The runaround at the park before the flight had worked a treat; Charlie slept through five of the seven hours. He rubs away the leftover sleep from under his glasses as he walks hand in hand with Eddie through the terminal. He looks ahead at the large crowd of people they’re walking with, doing small jumps every now and then to try and see over them. He’s far too little to do so, of course. He squeezes his other hand tighter around Teddy’s paw, who’s dangling by his side.

You excited, Bub?

Mhm!

Eleanor’s squeezing Eddie’s other arm, the combination of nerves and her own excitement becoming slightly overwhelming. Eddie gives her a reassuring nod, though the way he worry’s his thumb against his walking stick gives his own anxiety away.

You say as soon as you see her, okay?

Mhm!

Charlie’s normally talkative nature is put to the side as he laser focus’ on finding her. They head towards baggage claim, and he still can’t see her. He spots a woman with red hair like him, but huffs frustratedly when she turns and it’s definitely not her. He starts to get worried as they stand waiting for their luggage, still scanning the vast space around them. ‘What if Mummy forgot? What if she’s not here? What if the bad man-‘

His troubling thoughts stop in their tracks as he spots something.

Through a small gap between a group of people, over on the other side of the terminal, he can see a lady with soft features, red hair, and green eyes, who’s stood next to a tall man with dark blonde hair. His face breaks into a massive grin.

MY MUMMY!

Charlie’s hand slips from Eddie’s as he breaks into a dash across the floor, going as fast as his little legs can manage, his rocket shaped backpack jostling from side to side behind him. He can’t hear Eddie and Eleanor calling him back, or their stunned silence as they see who he’s running to. He can’t see the way Eleanor’s eyes instantly fill with joyful tears, covering her mouth with her fingers, or the way Eddie has to swallow his own tears back. He can only see his Mummy right in front of him. People move to the side before Charlie can bowl them over.

MUMMY! MUMMY, I’M HERE, MUMMY, I’M HERE!

When he reaches her, he crashes into her open arms and knocks her from her crouched position onto the floor, clinging onto her tightly, Teddy flying out of his hand and landing at the blonde man’s feet. He instantly feels her warmth and smells the lavender from her body wash, feeling a secureness he’s too young to fully comprehend. Grammy and Grampy feel safe, and he loves them too, but something about his Mummy holding him after such a long time feels just right. She feels like home. He looks up at her from his position in her arms with unadulterated love.

@theonetruevisionary

@assistant-and-lover

[do-you-want-to-see-a-dance]

hi tumbr

im jimmy, do you want to see a dance?

[Mod is a older! Minor, so dont be weird. That should go without saying cause this is a minors thing(?)] [Mod will be in brackets]

[theonetruevisionary]

Continued from here.

Dillon’s ice blue eyes narrow at Phillip.

“It’s winter now, but it was a summer fling. You’re hardly in the position to do what you’re doing. It’s not just Star Wars, It may be the catalyst, but I’ve put the work in for the rest.”

He seethes at the mention of Thomas’ name and backhands Phillip wildly.

‘It’s an interesting point you’ve made. Because, deep down, you don’t know that do you? Nor do I. She might be so lost, she needs to come back to some balance. Some structure and order. I can provide that for her, hell if you comply you could both be happy there. You never know unless you try Phillip. As for finding another Thomas…no one can replace him. He has a uniqueness about him that very few understand.”

Dillon folds his arms and stares at Phillip.

“Something tells me…That I wont need to look very far. I know how you feel about Leila and I shan’t take that from you. You can’t give me what Thomas did, but I can and will mold you to what I need you to be. You’ve seen my other High Priest. You’d be a wonderful addition.”

He’s about to continue when Harding enters.

“We have movement. Prewett’s coming for him. Come with me.”

Dillon nods and briskly leaves.

~~~

Leila looks at Eddie and hugs him. The sentiment is appreciated, it really is and she doesn’t doubt he’d be able to get a few good hits in.

“I promise I will. But it’s safer for you at the farm. And if anyone turns up there I’m sure between you, Titch and Derek you’d be able to fend anyone off.”

John looks over the evidence again.

“Leila, need that pic of Phillip you got.”

She nods and sends it over. He places his phone amongst the rest of the documents and Photographs. He’s notices how Dillon’s wearing a signet ring on the hand that’s in Phillip’s hair. He frowns as he looks at the state that Phillip’s in.

“Gonna have to bring some bolt cutters by the looks of it.”

He points to the chain on the floor, though he can’t see the end attached to Phillip’s foot and subsequently the radiator, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Right, we’ll have to pick some up at the farm.”

John nods and looks at Adam and Leila disappears upstairs.

“That was brilliant, mate. The way you cracked that code. Amazing!”

It’s not long before Leila comes back down and she’s in uniform again. It fits like a glove. She’s suited entirely, all she needs in the over vest saying she’s a civilian from John’s car, the spare radio for Eddie.

“Plan of action?”

Leila takes a deep breath.

“We drop Eddie off at the farm with a radio so we can stay in contact. We, you and I, take the backroads to the old building. I’m not sure where Adam is, but maybe, if there are any more codes, he could come with us? We head in, we get Phillip, get him to the hospital and go from there.”

“What about Michelle?”

“We’ll handle that when we get there…John can you ask Adam if he’s up to sending one more small letter?”

John looks to Adam.

With a yes, Leila writes a small note to Phillip.

Hold on, I’m coming xxxx❤️

She looks at Eddie.

“Can you let Charlie and Ellie know?”

( @assistant-and-lover & @shootingtothemoonandback )