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[sidhol]

Sidney had lived in the same place since he was 16, and now he’d just felt like he needed something new.. so just recently he’d decided to find somewhere new, he’d packed down everything he owned, into a moving truck, and was now outside of his new place taking a breather before moving what was left to take inside.. sitting on the edge of the truck, legs hanging off the edge he looked over to the side of the road, seeing someone just standing there looking back at him and the truck.. slowly he got up, continuing to glance at them.. “--- am i in the way of anything or?”

[fallonhexner-blog]

Fighting wasn’t something that Fallon usually set out to go do, it was usually Presley. He went out looking for a fight when he didn’t want to talk about his problems, when he just wanted to punch someone and forget about what was on his mind. After he left Sid’s place in a huff and went home to find Presley not home he immediately left on his bike, knowing exactly where he could look for a fight.

On the other side of town there was a gang that had always disliked him and Presley, growing up their “leader” had always threw homophobic remarks at him, and the moment Presley punched him their little war began.

The moment he stepped foot on their “turf” the guy was there to greet him, and with no hesitation he threw the first punch. The fight lasted a short time before sirens could be heard coming towards them and they all scattered. There was a lot of fists thrown and he could tell he was going to have a black eye and he had a few cuts on his face, possibly a bruised rib by the feeling of it.

Fallon flinched as he hopped on his bike and rode into town, walking into a pharmacy to grab some bandages and pain killers. He was on his way out when someone bumped into him and he dropped his bag “fuck” he groaned in pain.

[athenaxtarki]

athena had spent hours with an extra difficult client, and as it finally wrapped up, and she was done, only to be left alone with mountains of paperwork, she’d had it.. she’d left her office, and found herself alone by a corner store, where a snack machine was proving to pull her last straw, as it refused to give her what she’d just payed for. the woman took a few steps away from it, before lifting her foot and struck it as she kicked it hard, shaking the entire thing so that her things fell to the bottom of it.. “-- fucking.. shit machine..” she muttered before hearing someone behind her..

[marileexreborn]

marilyn knew coming to the island where her children were, was a bit of a risk, about 4 years after they’d left her.. and now she’d brought herself here, in an effort to get them back.. show them that she’d changed-- starting with getting a job as a waitress.. the one job she’d had before as a teen, and she was good at it.. and the people there seemed to like her too.. getting in for her closing shift she heard someone call for her the moment she came in, about to get her jacket off, “i’ll be with you in a second..” she said, turning around the woman walked the way where the voice came from.. “what can i get you?”

[everettmctavish]

Even though he’d recently been promoted work had been stressful, he’d been tipped off by an anonymous source that there had been some activity with cars going missing around the island and it became his job to try and track them down, although no leads made it difficult. He sat just outside the station, he was finishing up for the day and decided to just hang around for a bit while he calmed down before his drive.

[jfcsamcohen]

“you know it’s pretty rude to interrupt someone when their reading, especially when it’s a book as good as this one” he set the book on the table and looked at the person “but since you’ve got my attention, what’s up?” 

[jfcjohnnyking]

If Johnny wasn’t at his bar working, or with the few friends he had, he was at the diner. He had most of his meals there and even began to see them as ‘family’. Yet again, he sat at the counter top, with a crossword puzzle; something he did to keep his mind busy, and a cup of coffee. “You any good at these things?” he asked the person sitting next to him. 

[mchcxl-blog]

michael slumped over his computer, unsure of where he was going with the chapter he was writing. he had hit a creative wall. “fuck,” he said, typing some random words that didn’t make any sense in the story. he took a sip of his coffee, running his hands through his hair. he shut his computer, frustrated, and put his head on the table.