#starter. open

[herofate-blog]

“    Religion  is  like...    cheap  wine.    Easily  available  for  all,    most  times  with  underlying  tones  that  are  bitter  to  the  taste  but  which  are  often  overlooked,    and  favoured  by  repentant  sinners  and  those  who  are  either  unwilling  or  unable  to  accept  the  true  reality  of  things.    And,    without  fail,    it  will  always  draw  a  crowd.    The  only  difference  between  them  is  that  I  prefer  the  wine.    ”

[mel-fuentes-blog]

Star Wars AU || Open Starter

War. Revolution. Rebellion. Resistance. Those were a few of the words Melissa heard being tossed around as a way to define what was going on, to define the necessity for people leaving their homes and going off to places they’d never been before, fighting for a cause that they weren’t sure was going to win. Everything was based around hope – hope of a better future for the kids that ran around the base under the cautious and scared watch of their parents, hope for a life that wasn’t completely controlled by men who didn’t seek the well-being of the population, hope for justice. It had been hope that had gotten Melissa here, hope and the thirst for adventure, to find something else to live for that didn’t compromise wiping tables and serving the most diverse amount of beings in her parents’ bar. It was purely idealistic and the girl had known so back when rebels of the resistance had dropped by at her planet for refreshments, allowing her to overhear their conversations which they failed miserably to keep quiet. It was heartbreak for her mother, who woke up the next morning with only a note from Melissa, two lines on a white paper that barely gave out an explanation but that would serve its purpose.

I’m joining the resistance. I’m coming back, I promise.

Love, Mel.

The longer time passed, the more the girl realized it wasn’t a promise she could keep. Not to herself and most definitely not to her mother. The hope was dwindling faster and faster each day. It spiked up when a group of rebels managed to steal the plans for the Death Star, but Princess Leia’s arrest was enough to send anxiety throughout the ranks. What could they accomplish when one of the most important symbols of the resistance was in the hands of Darth Vader?

Melissa did her job in the control room as well as she could, listening to the rebels die when they were sent out and biting down on her bottom lip to keep whimpers from falling out. Eventually, though, it became too much. One pilot crashing and she pulled the earphones from her head, tossing them down on the table and jumping out of her seat. Out, out, out, she had to get out. Melissa heard her name being called, but she still ran, tears running down her face until she finally managed to find an empty room. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned against the wall, hands tugging on her hair as she tried to even her breathing.

She wasn’t going to break down, she was not.

[opportuniist]

     ”Whoever said that diamonds were a girl’s best friend obviously hadn’t contemplated the potential of me in that Cartier number.”

     Pale eyes, almost glacial in nature, flickered up from the cabinet he had been lusting over – in the best of taste, naturally. Montparnasse had never been one for window shopping but the day was young and the prospect still high; he smiled like there was no one in the world he would rather see presently and turned up his nose with a quaint shrug of those slim shoulders. ”—suits me, don’t you think?”