#th: open

[stacecase]

STACEY EVANS && OPEN

One fifty. One seventy-five. Two dollars. 

Stacey frowns, eyebrows furrow and frustration settles in the pit of her stomach. She’s short fifty cents for her morning caffeine hit which is like totally impossible because she definitely double checked before she left the house.... She thinks. Dolly had been all kinds of distracting that morning demanding affection in the form of pets and undivided attention, but surely she grabbed enough change. 

She counts again. One fifty. One seventy-five. Two dollars.

“Crap,” it’s more a whine than anything -- she can’t be mad, counting isn’t her strong suit. She’s so focussed on the change in the palm of her hand she doesn’t notice she’s at the front of the line as she starts the count again. Third time is totally the charm, right?

[malloryclarington]

mallory clarington && open

“Well, summer’s passed and I still haven’t heard from my father,” or his traitorous wife. Honestly, what kind of mother allowed her child to be financially abandoned and left to fend for herself. Whatever lesson it was meant to teach, all Mallory’s learned is that you can’t depend on anyone, especially family. That, and her mother clearly blames her for getting fat. 

Either way, summer has come and gone and nothing. No added funds to her bank account. No fancy job offers. And when she’d called Sarah Lawrence about fall semester she’d learned that while her suspension has officially been lifted, they have not received any payments in her name. Basically, she’s alone and screwed. 

“So I guess what I’m saying is...” the words feel rotten in her mouth, she’s not accustomed to asking for things, when her whole life it’s all just been handed to her without question. “I could use a friend...” she lets her words trail off, the expression on her face expectant. Don’t make her say it, please. 

[puresanguis-blog]

frighten you | open | 03.08.78

Information was a commodity. The world was steeped in secrets held close to the chest unless persuaded otherwise. Information like this lay below the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries. One of the perks of inhabiting the Ministry of Magic meant he didn’t look suspicious traveling the halls after most had left for the day. The Dark Lord had placed the request to him only, whispering in his ear. It was a way to prove his loyalty and prove that he had earned the spot at his right side.  

The dark mask he normally wore when on errands like this, sat under his robes, at the ready for the moment where he would need it. Missions like this always suited Lucius, he was bred for subtleties and persuasion. He slinked through the hallway, his quiet footsteps leading the way.  He fidgeted with his robes, feeling the tension rise within him. The hairs raised on the back of his neck and then he knew.  Twirling around on the spot, he saw another figure a few feet off in the darkness. 

“Come now, stop hiding in the shadows. I don’t bite,” he called.  A hand went to his wand, gripping the peacock handle tightly in his grasp. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people,” he warned. In the current climate it was likely people would attack first and ask questions later. He was inclined to do the same if they didn’t have a good reason to be following him.

[voiceofmany-a]

“Should...should I even ask what you’re planning on doing with that?”

[foretoldking]

                           "Maybe when I wake up                             this will all have been a                              dream, a terrible, terrible                             dream."

[fieryjournalism]

  "Maybe we could try a different angle. You know, one that doesn't scream necessary head on and knock everyone out due to pure boredom, that kind. In other words; Do you have anything interesting?"

[fieryjournalism]

 "In what ways do you think that is going to benefit me?"