#sterlingstart

[shades-of-greyson]

tw// drug mention, addiction

Sweaty palms, ragged breath, and shivering underneath a cold sweat. These symptoms had ended up as a sudden onset while she was wandering home from one of the local bars. Ramona stumbled through the halls of the Sterling complex, her vision fading in and out of focus. The withdrawal symptoms were always a problem, especially when you didn’t think you had one. Little did anyone know, Ramona had never truly gotten over her addiction and had been substituting her cravings with opioid painkillers for quite some time. She had been smart not to indulge herself and only used them when she truly needed them because she had gotten them as a prescription from her doctor from an injury she had sustained during an attack from a prospective client and now that she had healed, her physician wasn’t going to be dishing out any more prescriptions and she didn’t believe that she was far enough into the hole that she had dug herself to contact one of the dealers she still new. “Fuck.” She mumbled to herself, tears streaming down her face, “Why did I ever do this to myself?” Ramona asked, leaning against a wall and sliding down it to sit on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head in her hands. What she failed to realize was that she had ended up sitting against the door to someone’s apartment, the sound of her body hitting the door making enough of a racket for almost anyone to probably come and check it out.

[instardusts]

“Okay so, completely hypothetically speaking - if I would want to get... blood stains out of my clothes, what would be my best option?” Asking someone for help while waiting for the elevator in the complex hadn’t been on Ronan’s to-do list for the day, but then again, neither had getting injured during work been on there. Luckily the weather was cold enough to require a jacket that covered his clothes, otherwise the other person would surely be able to see his stained shirt. 

[kyle--archer]

It had taken Kyle all of thirty minutes to set up his equipment in the middle of the hallway, the one by the resident's lounge was big enough to fit his weights unlike the one on his floor. It would’ve been easier to do this from the comfort of his apartment, of course, but space was already cramped up enough with boxes that he hadn’t bothered to unpack in the last year. He began his everyday routine, not letting a small thing like the gym being closed stop him from making money. A sigh left his lips as soon as he noticed someone approaching, not even bothering to look up at the other he spoke, “Look I’m gonna need you to move. I’ve got someone coming in and I’ll need the space for an hour. Pass the word around — the lounge is closed for maintenance, or whatever.”

[reyna-monroe]

“It’s finally here,” Reyna gushed, taking out the parcel from her little mailbox. “I thought it was never going to arrive!” She exclaimed excitedly. It was rare Reyna showed this much emotion about anything. 

[wesley-kline-blog]

“Alright...” Wesley started. “Just get on with it,” he followed as he looked at the person standing outside of his apartment door. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned against his doorframe. “Are you gonna sing me a Christmas jingle or somethin’?”

[rcryclement-blog]

It was quarter past a late hour of the evening and Rory was the last employee left. Needless to say, the girl was tasked with closing up which was -- in her tightly kept opinion -- the worst possible job, next only to dealing with cranky customers. She had to wait until the last minute, or until the last customer left. Fortunately, during days like these, there weren’t as many people coming in and out. The relief she felt immediately dissipated as soon as she saw a figure hovering by the door. Whether they were a customer or a passerby was still a mystery for the moment, but Rory would much prefer the latter, to be quite honest. Still, with a haphazardly forced smile, she said as she opened the door,  ❝ It’s fifteen minutes ‘til closing. Just thought you ought to know. ❞

[michaelxlawson]

“You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” Michael asked, somewhat embarrassed but it was either at this table or waiting for about an hour to eat at home. “I don’t mind sharing if you want. It’s kind of a lot.”

[nctesummers-blog]

Nate wasn’t normally drawn to public events, forced conversation and a night filled with strangers not his forte, but his parents had insisted on dragging him out for the Winter Solstice celebration all the same, a winter tradition that they’d made time for ever since he’d been younger. Obligation insisted that he go, part of him feeling like there was something that he had to make up for, but it didn’t stop him from awkwardly sifting through the hoards of people all the same, eyes searching for a familiar face or someone who appeared as out of place as he felt. “Do you need an extra candle?” He ventured, finally approaching someone as a light smile crossed his lips. “I’ve got an extra one and they’re going to light some soon.”