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open starter | edward ngyma
Edward was hosting a trivia night at a local bar and had watched as a contestant walked up on the stage. “So you think that you can solve my riddles? Many have tried but few have succeeded. I can sneak up on you or be right in front of you without you knowing. But when I reveal myself you will never be the same. What am I?” He asks the person sitting down.
as meredith slumped down onto the bar stool and gained the attention of the nearest bartender, she happened to catch the gaze of someone across the bar. who may or may not have witnessed her order 4 shots of vodka. for herself. “hey, don’t give me that look. you try working with a bunch of teenagers who don’t care about their education,” meredith spoke, downing the first shot easily and sliding the shot glass away from her. “i have earned these,” she explained with a shrug of her shoulders, lips curving into a smile as she eyed the second shot. “you’re welcome to join. i’m always willing to hear from someone who’s had a worse day than i have,” she hinted, needing to hear about anything else to take her mind off her own tragic day.
SOPHIE was a sucker for anything fun, but the halloween season called for dressing up. which meant shopping. she wasn’t the most up to date on her pop culture icons, but she still wanted to have a fun costume. “ how many different spins could i put on a fairy princess, ” she turned to the closest person, placing a small tiara on her head, “ before it’s considered too far? is fake blood and a pop star mic too much? ”
LORELAI GILMORE. ↷ an open starter. a diner somewhere. time up to mun.
her jaw’s been clenched for so long, she fears it might actually be stuck that way. still, she can’t loosen up — not without total risk of verbally assaulting the genius who has been entrusted with taking orders in her section. coffee. lorelai had ordered coffee. what did he bring her ? a muffin. a bran muffin, at that ( a double offense, in her book ). then it was a fish. a whole fish ! with the eye and everything, all deep fried and — blech. she shudders just thinking about it. on his third trip, he brings coffee cake. closer, sure ! but not quite. ❝ you know what they say.. fourth’s time the charm.. ❞ lorelai had told him, her cheer half - assed & clearly forced. he turns away, happy to try again. his confidence, completely unearned & yet, somehow, unfaltering. thud. lorelai’s forehead drops to the table the moment she’s gone. he didn’t even leave the coffee cake. ❝ does anyone have a list of people who have murdered their waiters and gotten away with it ? i’m looking for heroes. ❞
Rapunzel ran her brush through her hair as she sat by a fountain. It was all rather romantic but really she was just tired of being stuck inside all weekend because she had to brush her dumb hair. She started to braid it when she noticed there were a few eyes on her. “You’d think no one had seen twenty foot hair before.” She grumbled. People here had no understanding of magic hair.
“gross,” that’s the only word to leave ben’s lips as he stands in front of the entrance to the cemetery. feet shuffle uncomfortably where he is, his body acting like crossing the threshold would be some sort of violation against it. then, he glances over at the person beside him. “who thought it was smart to have a movie night where dead people are buried ?”
J watched from behind the chain-link fence, the forgotten poles and building supplies leftover from the carnival on full display. Well, it would be such a pity to let that go to waste. Perfectly useable pieces. Finding a gap in the links, J squeezed himself through the crescent of broken metal.
It was only once he was through did he realize he was being watched. A grin spread across his face, bracing his arms against the fence. “Are you going to follow? Or not?”
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Richie was a big music fan. Like he had thousands of playlists on his phone, and each had hours worth of music, all different types. Today he was in the mood for the edgy grunge music of his teen/young adult years. The current hit was Touch me, I’m sick, by mudhoney. His head moved with the beat, he was engrossed in the music, and oblivious to the world around him, which wasn’t very good when you were grocery shopping.
Richie hadn’t noticed the person walking in his direction until his was too late, ramming into them with his cart.
“Oh shit, sorry about that.”
