#starter01

[jo-barrow]

Jo stood up from the blackjack table as gracefully as she could. She’d been up a few hundred, and then very promptly lost most of it on a bad call. Par for the course, really. Everything felt foreign to her, granted the building was brand new, but she felt more out of place than usual. She longed for a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Even when she wore dresses, they were usually smaller and tighter- made for dancing and winding up on the floors of strangers. Passing by a mirror she paused and made sure that her hair and make-up were okay. 

Even if she thought she looked like an asshole, she didn’t need other people thinking it. Grabbing a beer from one of the waitresses she headed to the deck, needing a breath of fresh air to get her head on straight. Digging into her small purse she pulled out her emergency smokes. She was quitting... definitely quitting... but not tonight. As she sparked the lighter she noticed another figure on the balcony and jumped in shock, dropping the cigarette and nearly dropping her beer. “Fuck! Holy shit. You just scared the hell out of me, I didn’t see you.”

[gwxndolyn]

“I really hope that wasn’t rain.” Gwendolyn had never been a glass half full person, but the fact that the sky was clouded over and she had felt what she had assumed to be a raindrop on her head wasn’t a very good omen, having just signed the contracts for her new apartment and left the rental agency. Her eyes were cast up to the sky, and an audible sigh left her lips. “I hate rain.”

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[ginevramollywexsley-blog]

“Oi. I swear to Merlin, if one more person steps on my toes, I’ll up and hex them. I didn’t go through all this effort for a night of bruised feet.”

[norsefenrir-blog]

“How many fucking times have I got to say it?” Fenrir’s voice boomed like thunder across the shadowed halls of the Leaky Cauldron, his war-scarred face etched with enough rage to send any Death Eater scawbling for his mother. The bottle of wine went flying with a swipe of his clawed hand and shattered against the oak walls. The liquid dripped down eerily, the light from the fire throwing dramatic shadows across his wolfish features. A chair was next, cracking into the floor in a spray of splinters. 

 “There’s enough of you lot for somebody to get it fucking right.” The wolf that whispered beneath his skin flashed in his green eyes. It was merely an inking of what was truly there. Few went unaware of Fenrir Greyback’s temper. And yet, they had presented him with a bottle of wine. 

“I don’t drink your weak as shit grape water. Get me a proper fucking drink before I rip someone’s throat out,” He snarled as he sat heavily in a chair, propping his boots up on his table. His gaze flickered to the patron across from him, and he lifted a scarred eyebrow. “Problem?” 

[dylan-spier-blog]

the first hello | small 01

A sala da direção cheirava a algo velho e confortante. Como a casa de sua avó. Imaginava se essa tinha sido a intenção deles ao construir aquela sala amarronzada bem no fim do prédio da escola. Estava sentado há alguns minutos já enquanto esperava a pessoa que iria levá-lo para conhecer a escola. A sra. Lancefield não tinha entrado em grandes detalhes; apenas pedira para Dylan aguardar enquanto ele não chegava. Sem nenhuma relutância ele assentiu e ficou sentado num sofá confortável dentro  do ambiente. Tinha chegado mais cedo do que o combinado, então era tecnicamente sua culpa. Não tinha conseguido dormir muito bem a noite; isso sempre acontecia quando estava nervoso. Depois de uns momentos ouviu a porta abrir e viu um rapaz entrar rapidamente dentro da sala.

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[jokerangs-blog]

@fcvetailed // ❤'d for a starter!

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John was more than ready for this, he was in a city possibly double the size of Gotham! Toy boomerangs or not, he was determined to fight crime.

Turning to a suspicious looking person he laughed, grinning and pointed the toy jokerang at him, "You look like a shady fella--! Come on, cough it up, I know you've done something wrong!"

[petalhingerchild-blog]

It hadn’t taken long for the new vampire to discover she preferred hunting animals to hunting people. Her participation in the Blood Hunt had always been tedious, something she loathed and hated -- something Hinger had claimed was far beneath them, if only in the sense that he hadn’t wanted her to end up a savage like so many others of their kind. 

Petal never went out for long, and most certainly never joined the hunting parties that went past the boarders. No, instead, she would bring down her kill on her own and bring it back to Town as quickly as possible. That was what she’d done today -- delivered the stag, and like always, accepted a single ration of blood rather than the appropriate portion for her contribution. Turning to leave, Petal stopped short in her tracks, only halfway through stuffing the crude container into her bag. 

“What?” She asked with a quip of her eyebrow, looking the person up and down. 

[riley-oh-riley]

“Shhh, I can’t hear myself with you talkin’ my ear off.”