#the7starter

[hegagon-blog]

do yourself a favour and don’t apply for @the7hq !

they will purposely keep you on hold and ignore your messages to allow others to steal roles out from under you. little to no communication.

[liamxgold]

[Over the course of his short time at Seven Sins, Liam grew to enjoy the luxury of self-care. Given his more rugged past, he never would’ve stepped foot in a spa or even a salon, but the local amenities were growing on him. 

Around the same time each month, Liam liked to get himself a massage, another small way to release the tension in his mind and his body. Flashbacks of his trauma came easy, but relief was usually much harder to gain. 

Afterward, he liked to spend time in the Green Envy zen garden, allowing the peace of nature to wash over his mind. At the sound of someone approaching, Liam turned his head to find the source of the noise, giving them a small smile.] 

[price-julian-blog]

[The morning was as grey as he felt – the sky all cloud filled, plump with the threat of drizzle. But with the ominous weather conditions didn’t come a bleak looking Julian (despite the way he actually did feel). 

It had been a mere twelve hours since he’d touched down on British soil, dragging his way through the sparse corridors of Heathrow airport in the early of hours of this morning. He’d flown in from Japan,having been stationed there unwillingly for the previous nine days on an extensively taxing business endeavour. It had been all meeting and drinks, meetings and drinks, broken only by the brief and barely there snatches of sleep he’d managed to grab at times. 

But he was back now and with a pretty dank sideshow of jet lag biting at the behinds of his eyes, and an almost as horrific ache in the small of his back, he was semi human; having spent the entirety of the morning being shucked back into life at the (rather talented) hands of those who worked at the state of sloth. He was freshly tanned, freshly scrubbed and overall looking far more fresh than he felt and he’d sat himself, accompanied by an open laptop and a copy of the financial times, on one of the estates terraces to drink his coffee in peace. 

The emails were coming in thick and fast and he was more than occasionally drawn to the buzzing of his work phone. But it was all too much, well not too much, at least not too much that he wasn’t at least confident in the man he’d left in charge back in his London office to handle, giving him enough confidence to ignore the aforementioned phone calls. So he’d sighed, let his head lull backward in an almost theatrical roll as he’d lit up his fifth cigarette of the hour, only to let his head fall back forward on his first inhale, opening his eyes, to meet the glance of another] Afternoon…

[ivysins-blog]

[Wrathful Son: the name alone told Allison that she would have fun there, and when she learned she could take shifts there? Even better. She loved dressing up and feeling potential clients’ collective gaze clinging to her figure like sticky strands of candyfloss. She always asks for at least one shift a week, just to get herself out there. She’s netted more than one client, just by playing behind the bar. It didn’t matter that they wouldn’t let her do the fun parts: the cocktail shaking. She was allowed to prepare shots and basic mixed drinks, and chat with customers. The latter is by far the most important item on the list.

The next person to approach the bar is greeted with a warm smile, and yet Allison can’t help but feel their drink of choice is a little pedestrian.] Sounds boring. Wouldn’t you rather have a chipotle grapefruit margarita? I helped the bartenders come up with it. [Allison has a loose definition of the word ‘helped’. She’d only tasted the grapefruit margarita and insisted that it needed more chipotle. Her love of all things fruity is nearly eclipsed by her love of all things spicy.]

[jau-ne]

[Someone left their food unattended. Jaune was by no means someone who typically did this, but he couldn’t help but notice the brand of the yogurt sitting untouched next to the plate and the fact that no one nearby seemed to indicate it was theirs. He moseyed up, sat at the table, picked up the yogurt (and the spoon beside it, of course), peeled back the aluminum and went to town.

He was about halfway through the cup when its owner returned. Jaune just blinked at them, slowing but not stopping.]

...if you leave probiotics too long, they spoil.