#stonefieldnina

[thesupportiveathlete]

+stonefieldnina

♒ ) Evening had arrived in the small town of Rosewood. As the sun started to retreat into hiding, shadows started to dance in the streets. A particular resident was out for a walk. In a place where numerous events over short periods of time, taking time to just be alone and ruminate was important. Some settings were more ideal for deep thinking than others. The same could be said of the time of day. Late hours of the night were far more dangerous than earlier hours of the day. At least, that was an opinion the resident had.

Caramel colored hands were stuffed into deep pockets of a jet black jacket. Feet evenly glided across one of the town's many sidewalks. Soon enough, an unfamiliar figure came within the individual's range of sight. The person was walking in her direction. A determined look could be found on the stranger's face. Although giving away trust and not being on guard were both unwise things in such a setting, Emily decided to come off as friendly. For all the teenager knew, the person was just in need of some directions. Lips parted so that a greeting could be voice. "You must be new here. Is there something I can help you with?"

[aninterestingbunch]

+6 have found an interesting bunch

Pour Some Sugar On Me played from the car radio. "You know I never thought shooting a gun would be fun..." Baliee stated.

LB smiled. "Yeah well I told your mother I'd teach out how to protect yourself...and lord knows you need it." He told her as he sat on the hood of his car. "Now remember what I said the kick back with hurt if you don't hold it right." He smiled as his watched her shoot and hit the target. "That was perfect Baliee!" He cheered.

[hellofashot]

→ stonefieldnina

"Do your business," Constance said to the small swarm of dogs at her feet, giving an imperious tug to her fistful of leashes. A few of them sniffed with interest at the gate surrounding the mansion; one wiggled his snout between the bars and snuffled at the grass on the other side. She nudged a few with her toe, urging them on, but the dogs quickly lost interest in the gate and tried to move forward, just as she was lighting a cigarette.

"Heel," she snapped, giving the leashes a tug; a few of the more obliging dogs actually sat, most of the rest getting the hint and hanging back as she took her time with her Pall Mall, getting it lit, then leisurely blowing out a plume of smoke as she ran her gaze over that big old house again.

[ofloveandlostcauses]

stonefieldnina came for guidance

stonefieldnina

                                                  {  And I am  d o n e  with my

                                                                     g r a c e l e s s  h e a r t ,

                                                     So tonight I'm gonna  c u t  i t  o u t

                                                     and then  r e s t a r t .  } 

He was an oddity, that one: that profoundly tall, sharp-eyed and sharp-featured young man; far too young to be a doctor of his calibre. Or at least, supposedly. If he was as good as they claimed he was in reception, he’d have at least been forty or so. But his youthful aesthetics indicated that he was barely past thirty.

Not a one possessed the knowledge of his secrets: not his colleagues, not his friends; family had long-since been deceased, hence the move to a new area, a new job in the line of doctoring. Yet to see him wander the cemetery at such a late hour was an intriguing sight indeed; what on Earth did Dr Reeds have hide?

Eyes scanned the gravestones that aligned his path, ever brief in glimpsing the names, the dates: his concentration, however, was pinned on any spiritual energy he may or may not have located; to find a possible source was his objective. Lost souls were there to be guided by a wayward shepherd; albeit a fallen one.

[thisisfatherspeaking]

stonefieldnina came searching for answers

"Hello there."

[abouttorust]

BANG BANG | ANDREW & SASHA

It was all beautiful. The music, the people, and absolutely the place. Calling it beautiful somehow seemed to cheapen the whole atmosphere, but that's what it was. It was beautiful. She searched and grabbed for a  better word, but when one didn't come in that instant she quickly moved on. Grabbing a drink and tossing some of it down, she made her way through the crowed. Girls with short hair passed and men in fine suits chatted. Her own hair was messily placed around her face, only a headband keeping it down as she stopped at a table. Sasha gave a small smile at the man there before acknowledging the other people there. "I sure hope there aren't any stories going on around here. Though your hushed tones tell me there is" she commented, a smirk crossing her lips quickly. It was amusing to her really, all of the gossip that spread at these parties. She was always part of the stories, or being told one. She wasn't really sure which side she liked better.

[im-not-a-saint-archive]

Madness||Asylum AU

Everything was very uncomfortable. She could catch the whispers of people as they walked by. They were talking about her. They all wanted to kill her…they all wanted to hurt her in some brutal, inhumane way. Her shoulders closed in on themselves, her arms crossed, she hung her head. As she walked, her pace quickened. She ran into someone, but quickly recovered, scrambling against the wall of the hallway and holding her hands in the shape of a gun. 

[englishmeninny]

+ 5

"It'd be very much appreciated if you stopped ringing the doorbell. You're being annoying."