#theikosstarter

[fallcnstxrs]

willow was busy at the shop this morning. helping get everything set up for valentines day, taking orders over the phone, and just general shop duties. she was ducked under the counter trying to find her favorite pen she dropped when she heard the bell over the door chime. “i’ll be with you in just a moment.” she said, rummaging under the counter for her pen. “aha!” she exclaimed joyfully. “how may i-” thud. “ouch!!” she bumped her head on the counter as she stood up. popping up she rubbed her head. and tried to remain as graceful as she could. “how may i help you today?” she asked again, pretending nothing even happened. 

[goaskxlys]

It was hard to not be miserable after physical therapy. Alice supposed she should be grateful to be back on her feet so quickly, but it was hard when your whole life felt like it was over. Times were especially hard when the outdoor ice rinks opened. Alice found herself sitting on the sidelines for the first time in a long time. Her sketch pad sat in her lap as she listened to the little kids and adults laugh as they skated around and around. Part of her wanted to try and get out there too but she knew her therapist might actually kick her ass for it. As she pulled her phone from her pocket. She swore out loud as she pressed the button on the side over and over. “Fucking stupid bullshit,” she hissed. The red head turned to the person next to her. “Do you know what time it is? This fucking thing decided to die on me!” She waved her phone practically in the other person’s face.

[mancalledmxlice]

Today had started in spectacular fashion. First, his car wouldn’t start and he had called to say he would be late. When the thing finally did start, it had broken down about halfway to work. Amazing. He had no choice but to take the day off and work on the old hunk of junk. Damien had spent more money on it than he would like to admit, but at least it was up and running again. He might as well end it in spectacular fashion with a good night’s sleep and that’s how he ended up sitting at the bar by himself. He slid the beer bottle between his hands as his dark eyes followed it’s path between his hands. “Do you ever just get the impulse to smash a bottle over someone’s head? You know. Just to see what’d happen,” he asked no one in particular. 

[heavensuproar]

IT WAS WEDNESDAY AGAIN, which meant that it was another day to show off all the birds the Central Park Zoo had to offer. And gosh, Harley does love doing that! It was a beautiful clear winter day ─ snow was dreading in the air, but it was not yet cold enough to let it hit the ground. It was a perfect day to display the birds that do well in the extreme temperatures, like the cold. Now, usually around this time of year, not many visitors would come, but given it was around the holidays, people would still like to give their spare time to visit the zoo. Thus, with the benches almost packed, Harley began the show; birds flying over the spectator’s heads and the gasps that followed sure brought happiness to him. 

          However, for his final act, he needed someone on the stage, so he called for anyone who wanted to, preferably an adult and he pointed at someone raising their hand. “You there! You seem like you want a little adventure in your life. Come on the stage if you dare!”

[bxcchae]

Vincenzo danced to the club’s music like he hadn’t a care in the world. He may have spent all of last night awake doing far too much financial math after his accountant quit, but he’d be damned if he’d let that affect his everlasting good mood. When the music changed to a slow love song from his electronic dance music, he returned to the bar to catch his breath. Leaning against the bar, Vin ran a hand through his curls with a wild grin. “Hey, bartender! Another scotch for me, thanks.” He turned to face the dance floor and sighed dramatically. “Man, I can’t stand the love songs. Makes me think too much when I just wanna lose my mind out there.”

[stringsxfate]

—・| open

the little ‘back in 10 minuets!’ sign feels a little like it’s mocking her as miranda struggles to keep her umbrella over her head and the cardboard box at her feet, the lock to the shop deciding today of all days to turn a little stiff. it had been a slow, quite morning and her their supplier had rang to say they’d be late with her delivery of teas and coffees due to short staff and well, it was only a short walk away so she’d said she’d come to collect it herself. which is when it had started raining. honestly, she was impressed the box hadn’t given up on her a block ago. but she’d mostly definitely been gone longer then ten minuets and she could feel her anxiety over keeping people waiting starting to spike. “would you just–” she mutters, finally managing to turn the key at the same time she hears someone behind her let out a huff. “oh thank god,” pushing the door open, she starts to try and kick the box over the threshold while looking over her shoulder, best customer service smile on her face. “sorry about that! would you like to come in? i have a fresh batch of brownies that should be cool enough to eat by now.”

[witxhywcman]

Zelda treated her shop like an extension of herself. It was like having a child. You had to clean it, take care of it, and make sure that good things entered it’s system or else it wouldn’t flourish. She liked to think that she did a pretty good job with it and it showed by how many customers she got. Never enough to overwhelm her or Cass, but always enough for her to be able to live comfortably. The shelves behind the counter were cleaned a few times a day in order for Zelda to be able to keep up with everything. She had a good system. As the bell above the door rang to signal someone had entered, she turned quickly and began to drum her fingers on the counter. A bright smile spread across her face as she greeted them with, “What can I help you with today!”

[barrencups]

Twirling his fork into his flan, Kenji let out a sigh. Here he was thinking these orders would be selling like hotcakes. But here he was post Valentines day, with a bunch of stuff that wasn’t selling at all. Kenji stood up. He usually hated this method but boredom was killing. With a graceful hop off his long chair, He approached the stranger. 

“Hello ther.” He asked, fork still in his mouth. “Are you tired feeling deprived of life’s greatest pleasures?”