#thread: carson

[breakagain-writes]

OPEN: females

muse: Carson Porter. 35. straight. coo of family company.

plot: your muse and carson seem to be in for a long night as they are stuck in an elevator

“You should keep it up with the whole yelling and banging thing. It seems to be really working well for you,” he leaned against the wall, being the calmer party between the two but that had more to do with the fact that he had a good buzz going.

[unearthcd]

→ @solitvdcs​

august’s arms stretched out at her sides, then high up above her head; a motion done to its fullest extent, to the point where her lithe limbs momentarily shook a touch. perhaps a movement that posed the slightest bit of risk, considering the silk scarf that’d been fashioned into a sleeveless top around her torso. it hit several inches above the high-waisted white denim that hugged her hips. not that she was worried—the woman knew her way around a roll of clothing tape. the carelessness—or, more accurately, laxity—extended through her body, arms falling back at her sides until her palms landed atop a blanket she’d laid down on the grass. she’d been making her way around the park and beer garden for the last hour or two, long enough to soak up the sun and settle in before it began to set. before the crowd’s energy took a one-eighty up-swing. august could practically feel it beginning to rise, a bubble about to burst. one hand rising to act as a visor above her eyes, she twisted around to survey the area. chances were, by ten pm she’d be glued to the stage, a sucker for even the local bands. best to experience everything else now.

in her glancing around, her eyes caught on a familiar figure. a smile eased onto her lips, hands pushing against the ground so that she could stand up. disregarding the blanket entirely, she began a fast walk in his direction, not even slowing down once she’d gotten close enough to reach out and take one of his hands. “carson!” august beamed, now about a foot in front of him, her other arm taking the same hand her first had and tugging lightly. “i saved a dance for you inside the silent disco tent.” now walking backwards, she cast a glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was in her path. “not that i’ve been inside yet,” she added, looking back at him. “but that’s irrelevant.”

[elliealdenkamp]

the sun had just began to set over camp laurel, bathing everything under its touch in a soft gold. around camp this meant that the liquor would just be beginning to really flow. sure, many drank throughout the day, but evening into nighttime tended to kick things up a notch. more people came back from their canoe rides, paddle boarding, and hikes to reconvene around the cabins, grassy patches, or beach. or, if you were ellie, between all three at the end of the pier. she’d been there for perhaps fifteen minutes, having carried out a comical amount of supplies on the trek over—cups, a few bottles, and even a smaller fold-out table. all in the name of—”pier pong,” she announced, hands motioning out in front of her once everything had been set up. “you know, because it’s on the pier. i didn’t even put beer in the cups, it’s actually vodka lemonade. so.” a shrug lifted her shoulders as a laugh left her lips. truth be told, she’d already had a few drinks, the fact evident in the way joy practically dripped from her words. ellie took a few steps around to one side of the table, taking a ping pong ball into her grasp. “before we start,” she paused, looking across the way at carson, “are we thinking there should be a wager? what are your terms, car?” @cvrsxn​

[unearthcd]

→ @solitvdcs​​

more than acquaintances, but not quite friends. perhaps on the edge of such a relationship, but never taking the final step into the plunge, complete with its exhilarating rush and inevitable risk. just safe—at a safe distance. that was how august would describe her relationship with carson james, even now as she pulled up to the repair shop that’d long belonged to his family. the thing was, their apparent inability to cross that imperative line in high school aside, she’d always somehow managed to keep an eye on him. not even intentionally, just through coincidental circumstance. one that brought them both to new york city and one that’d also brought them right back here, to irving. the series of almost-run-ins was actually was prompted her—an older, more confident august pettersen—to show up this evening, stepping out of her car and shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. “hey, carson!” she shouted, looking around for the familiar face. “so, uh, i don’t quite remember how good the stargazing is around here, but i figure it’s gotta be better than back in the city. fancy taking a shot?” she did a 360, glancing around once more, at least confident in the idea that having a plan gave less of a chance this would be an awkward or short-lived encounter.

[soldefied]

status: closed for @wickedthiswaycomes | carson ft genevieve

📱 [  carson → gen ]: hey! long time no talk lol 📱 [  carson → gen ]: it’s been a while 📱 [  carson → gen ]: but i was wondering if you were free this weekend?

[soldefied]

closed for @intheskywith-diamonds​ | carson and utp

          as much as he loved having days off from the restaurant, carson was a little annoyed at how early he had woken up. it wasn’t even by choice and he hadn’t even set an alarm clock. his body just made the decision for him. they decided the only thing to do was be productive and go for a morning run. at least it wasn’t too hot yet. he had been about ten minutes in when he rounded the corner, bumping into someone. “oh shit,” they said as he signed. “are you okay?”

[soldefied]

[ carson’s t a g d r o p !! ]

[elliealdenkamp]

the interior of the campus theatre was vast and dim, only a few spotlights casting soft, bright orbs onto the stage. the curtains were drawn, the space entirely opened up despite the lack of students currently inhabiting it. a faint tune echoed and carried throughout the venue, though no one sat at the piano. it was bright and dreamy by nature. clair de lune, debussy. if someone were to walk into the space they might search for the source, only to find a lone elizabeth laying at the center of the stage, stomach down. in truth, the music came from her phone, hooked up to the speakers maybe thirty feet from her. countless pieces of paper laid scattered all around her—scripts, sheet music—but currently she wasn’t paying them any mind. in fact, something about her expression appeared to be stuck in time. entranced. a closer look would reveal that her eyes had stilled, gaze somewhere off in the unknown.

but as a shuffle met her ears, the trance was broken. in a motion that could be described as somehow both sharp and smooth, her chin tilted upward... then to the side. “oh, hey,” ellie spoke over the music once her eyes had landed on carson. “do you need the space? honestly, i’m not really using it.” @cvrsxn​