#vr open

[grassytuft]

pin point ; school event au

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To say he was nervous was an understatement. Tensed shoulders, sweaty neck that made his collared shirt stick to his skin, hiccups in between breaths- it didn’t help that the underclassmen were looking at him, a senior, an upperclassmen, funny. The walls seemed to be closing in on him and he was aware of his every movement sprinkled with muttered apologizes when he bumps in people, a dash of guilt for taking up too much space.

Oh no. 

Cilan was experiencing his first panic attack on the first day of school. Pokemon were not allowed to roam free during school hours unless you had permission and a hospital slip for therapy pokemon- which he had but was scared of going to the office to turn it in. So he ended up not doing it. And now that school started the chances of him going in, facing the ‘why didn’t you turn this in sooner?’ accusations pushed him further away.

Just. Breathe. Cress and Chili should be in the cafeteria, he repeats to himself over and over, building on what flimsy courage he had left. A hand grabbed his shoulder and the carefully constructed barrier shattered as he nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Ah, uhm- SORRY!” And he ran off, the sound of concerned voices reached out but he barged into the men’s restroom before he could understand. Why? Why did he do that?! It wasn’t a big deal and now he made an even bigger fool of himself! Red-faced and teary eyed, Cilan crouched in the corner of the stinky restroom and sobbed quietly.

[primalucis]

cooking catastrophe (school au event)

Home Economics was Lucy’s worst subject by a mile -- particularly the hands-on projects that involved cooking or baking, which constituted about fifty percent of the class. So when the teacher announced that they would be following a new recipe in class that day Lucy brought a hand up to her forehead with an audible smack.

Since nearly every cooking project resulted in Lucy either being over-zealous with spices, burning the food, hurting herself in some way, or a cursed combination of the three (sometimes even a trifecta of over-cooked, overly-seasoned food with a side of Lucy walking out of class with band-aids covering her fingers), all of her classmates were reluctant to claim her as a partner. Now pairing up in class had become something like a fucked-up game of musical chairs in which the odd person out gets the prize of having to cook with Lucy.

“Okay, everyone pick your partner and set up your stations so we can begin. You have one minute,” the teacher glanced at her watch, “starting now.”

Lucy sighed as her classmates quickly paired off, intentionally avoiding eye contact with her until only one person remained without a partner. She almost felt sorry for them as she turned to face them, the rest of the students chattering to themselves as they made their way to their stations. 

“Looks like you’re the lucky one this time. Congrats,” Lucy stated simply as she slipped her apron over her head and tied the strings into a neat bow behind her back. “I’ll try my best not to set anything on fire this time.”

[chxnnelist]

nuit noire

Sylvia spent probably a little too much time walking around at night.  Nighttime was so lovely, but also considerably more dangerous than walking around during the day.  Despite knowing this, she continuously ignored all the instincts that told her to stay home and instead liked to go for midnight walks.  She also felt that it was easier to communicate with spirits at night, so that was probably why she was such a night owl.

There was no spirit communication tonight; however, and she was simply enjoying a stroll around Castelia City.  Sylvia only vaguely remembered which parts were the ‘bad areas’ to stay away from – it’d been ages since she’d last been here – and found herself cradling her Mimikyu slightly closer to her than normal as she realized the buildings were starting to look more and more dilapidated.

There had been a small group of laughing men behind her for a few minutes now and she didn’t want to turn around and walk through them.  They probably didn’t have malicious intentions but it was better to be safe than sorry.  Xan was chirping happily, certainly more unbothered by the crowd behind them than she was.

It was the moment they stopped talking and laughing that Sylvia really grew paranoid and she quickly sped up and went around a corner; when they couldn’t see her anymore she broke into a full run before sliding into a side alleyway.  She pressed herself against the wall as they walked past, but they were laughing and shoving one another again.  She inwardly cursed herself for being so neurotic, but Driftveil was less seedy than Castelia and so she was on her guard.

Sylvia sighed and closed her eyes, opening them right as she stepped out of the alley and nearly into another person.

“AHH– ha, ha, uh.  Wow, sorry about that.”  Xan chirped again.  “Don’t mind me, I’m just walking.”  She spun around to walk into the alley again before realizing it was a dead end.  “Walking…somewhere.”

[saffronist]

          “shouldn't you be,                                 i don’t know,                                               fucking off or something?”

sabrina’s voice lacks its usual acidity and she carries herself carefully, hands gripping the railing so tightly that her skin is white. there’s clearly something wrong with her left leg but she grits her teeth and continues to limp down the hospital staircase. a nurse protests behind her— “miss, you shouldn’t be moving!” but she glares at the offending party threateningly and the nurse gives up.

                                   “go away,” she mutters. she can handle herself.

[veloxian]

stand by me (open)

It was a gray afternoon, with dark storm clouds filling the sky and the constant whisper of raindrops peppering the city.

Jax walked along at a steady pace with a black umbrella in one hand, protecting him from the rain. There were not very many other people who had dared to venture out into the weather, but those who did hurried about at a more rushed tempo, all with their own umbrellas in hand.

All except for one lone figure, who was instead attempting to use a newspaper or some other poorly-appointed object to shield them from the unyielding downpour. Quickening his steps, Jax caught up with the waterlogged figure until he was walking beside them.

“Here, stand next to me,” he gently instructed the stranger, holding the plain umbrella over both of them. The steady beat of hundreds of raindrops pelting the black fabric was the only sound between them for a moment. “Where are you headed?”

Jax was willing to walk with the person for a while, or at least help them get to where they needed to be. He waited patiently for a response, his golden eyes shifting to meet theirs.

[sunyshorestar-blog1]

There’s a challenger. There shouldn’t be challengers at this hour, the sign on the door outside clearly says the gym is closed for a bit, but no, clearly someone just had to barge in during his lunch break. Lovely. Volkner heaves out a sigh when he looks over to where he’d placed down -

Oh. Oh shit. Aaand there’s someone who just kicked it over carelessly, and now it’s been trampled. Dammit. Maybe it wasn’t much more than a bowl of instant noodles, but that was still food, and he’s been told for years, time after time, therapy session after therapy session, to make sure he eats. (And he’s definitely not going back to when he was nothing but skin and bones.)

...Maybe while he has the energy to be angry over this...

“...I’ll admit that you’re bold, coming in here when the sign clearly says everyone’s on their lunch break. I get it. I’ll humor you. What do you want?”

[weavile-knight-blog]

Sunshine Days ( Silver Open )

♞ Once again, the sun rose over the towers of Goldenrod. Despite Silver not being a morning person, he genuinley did want to buy something from the new stock of the department store. Moseying up at 5pm on a friday was not the way to go about things. 

♞ Fortunately for him, he was at the front of the longest line he’d seen in his life. Chock full of mothers and old ladies ready to buy their groceries for the day. There were only another couple of trainers, and they were much older than Silver was.

♞ Glancing to Gengar, who stood by his side, he sighed, and glanced back up to the store. C’mon, open already. I’m sick of waiting. As Silver was about to start tapping his foot against the floor, he turned abruptibly to look across the sea of people again, and bumped into the person behind him, someone he hadn’t even registered as being there

♞ “Hm. Sorry about that, i’m not good with crowds.”

[factoriprince]

melted enigma ; open

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“Hand over your shoe, if you will, please. Every piece, or should I say drop, of evidence is highly invaluable.” 

An outstretched gloved hand waits patiently for a beat when a thoughtful expression momentarily flickers across his weary face. 

“On second thought, that could prove to be dangerous so, with your consent, I can remove it for you.” He says, tone all businesslike and normal. 

It was melted metals, or more specifically drops of mercury, they were working with and the last thing he needed was this person to harm themselves. Then again...

"Oh. Pause that thought." Just as quick, his nose scrunched up. The thought of someone else's open foot close to his person had him shiver in disgust- not at all because it was simply weird for him to remove someone's shoe in the first place, but he didn’t know where this person has been and anything bodily function related, Thorton would prefer not to know at all. Instead, he straightens up from kneeling and rummages through his tool kit. 

"Never-mind. Here." He then attempts to hand over a pair of gloves, spares he always had in his tool pouch, and a plastic bag. "I hope this doesn't interfere too much of whatever plans you had going on today. But this is more important, you see." 

His voice seemed to imply that he didn't really care either way, however, he did try to extend some sympathy. He was all too familiar of the annoyance that can form when someone tries to stop him and his daily task, after all.