#thread: addie

[ironkazim]

A little starter for @addiewiggins​ ! 

Kaz did not have an excuse to be around the riding school. Although Kaz found horses valuable in the way Islam did, they did not want to linger around the area. However, Kaz had driven up to the stables to see Addie. Their interest in ASL had started in high school, and Kaz had attempted to teach their great-aunt with hearing problems some, but she had had three languages in her already and learning a new one was not for her. Nevertheless, like any language one learns in high school, keeping it up in adulthood was another challenge. So, Kaz enjoyed being able to use it in a more normal social setting, as opposed to ASL being an intellectual pursuit. Seeing Addie across the stables, Kaz enthusiastically waved to get her attention. “When do your lessons end?” Kaz signed to her. “Let’s go to the Heights,” they added, fingerspelling the coffee shop name. “Or we can get dinner if you’re hungry.” 

[davestoll]

CLOSED STARTER: @girlrct​​​​ EVENT: gotham hall fundraiser gala

“Whatever it is... not now.” It takes everything in his power not to groan audibly when he catches the flash of platinum hair in the corner of his eye. In the midst of a juggling act – attempting to network while simultaneously avoiding his ex-wife, his mistress, and his criminal informant – dealing with Adelaide was the last thing he needed to add to his plate. Her apparently insatiable desire to ruin his life ( or to annoy him until he ruined it himself, and publicly at that ) made her dangerous territory, even if most foolishly dismissed her games as harmless. Luckily, there aren’t too many people milling about them – yet. He remains seated at his table, looking up expectantly into her doe eyes. “I’m serious, Addie, not tonight— unless you’re about to give me a check.” And wouldn’t that be a nice turn of events? If he was going to get anything from her tonight, she’d surely make him go through hell for it. “Speaking of. Where are your parents?”

[seneca-rolfe]

((closed thread for @fieryhcart))

Thin fingers flicked through pattern after pattern on the flimsy turnaround in the craft store, and she still couldn’t find what she was looking for. It frustrated Seneca to no end that she’d seen a pattern she could have fudged to make a leotard style body suit from the week before and hadn’t bought it. Or stolen it. It didn’t occur to her that she could have googled a pattern and just printed it on Micah’s computer when he wasn’t looking or took his lunch break. 

Not that she would have had the first idea what fabric to make a body suit out of in the first place. She gave up on finding a pattern that would serve her in a bit of a petulant huff and decided she’d just wing it and make whatever work--with whatever fabric she got whether it it was the right stuff or the wrong stuff. Perhaps walking a bit too fast out of her own frustration and fixation on a shimmery fabric she knew would catch stage lights well, she accidentally shoulder checked a woman shopping as well--or rather the bolt of fabric her opposite had been carrying. 

“Son of a bitch,” Seneca hissed under her breath as she quickly ducked down to pick the bolt of fabric up. “You alright? I didn’t mean to hit you, I’ve just got... my head up my ass,” she finished with a candid shrug. There wasn’t really any other excuse. Her eyebrows raised as she stared at the fabric the other woman had selected. “Damn. That’s nice. What are you gonna do with it?”