#walton:start

[knowbyhart]

her phone buzzes with yet another notification asking about the batch of cupcakes she’d dropped off at the community center earlier. even though she had assured everyone that they were entirely edible, the day had resulted in a few of them reporting a fever and stomach pains... maybe some hallucinations. grabbing the attention of the first person she sees, maya taps their arm. “okay, hi, so-” she cringes before continuing on, pacing as she starts to panic. “-would you happen to know if mistletoe is actually poisonous to people? because that seems like the type of thing that would make it... oh, i don’t know, not the poster plant for december cheer and exactly why it shouldn’t be the perfect size for a cupcake garnish... right?”

[newrileytown]

     “Have you ever thought about how if all these fairy tale characters are actually real and showed up in Walton Creek just like we did...that means we could be...I’m a real princess!” Riley beamed at her flawless leap in logic--like a ballerina landing a perfect grand jeté.

[imperfecticns]

                  days continued to be a bit lonely and gloomy - nini wasn’t exactly sure whether it was just because the weather here at walton creek was completely different than utah but.. she supposed this was her home now. technically, this so-called ‘holiday café’ nini has been going to for the past month is probably where she spends most of her time. a sigh escapes her lips as she picks her pink smoothie up, only to find no open seats anywhere.  ❝  um.. hi. do you mind if i sit next to you? i mean - only if that’s okay. i won’t be a bother, i promise.  ❞  this was just another situation where nini was embarrassing herself once again.

[hvrtagain]

it’s a wonder you ever learned how to tie your own shoes, a vk had once told him, and while the comment was made in jest, he had sensed the hostility behind it. ben didn’t blame those from the isle for their resentment towards him, but trying to build a metaphorical bridge between them and the rest of auradon was a full time job. if nothing else, walton creek was a nice break from that. most of the time. as he stared down at the apples in the sparsely populated grocery store, he found himself at a loss. when someone passed him by, he turned to stop them. “hello, i’m sorry, but...how do you know which ones are ripe?”

[hopvlong]

“so who d’you think is, like, in charge here?”  it was a valid question, and as much as he wanted an answer, it had to be rhetorical.  if they truly were thrown from their lives — their stories, or whatever — into this town, there’d be way too many cooks in that kitchen.  “is there anyone in charge?”  all this pent-up energy had lucas feeling antsy.  mad dog wanted to come out and play.  somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that was a slippery slope back to texas lucas,  but that seemed far enough away to where he didn’t need to care.

[strawbcrryplaid]

Kim had just finished a day of tryouts for the cheer squad. She was, of course, the captain of the team and needed to make sure the new recruits were of the highest caliber. She had been in the changing room when she heard a noise behind her. “Who’s there?” she asked, defensively.

[artfvllly]

no matter how many times he gets kicked out or scolded, dodger still returns to the same shop across from the community center every day to stock up on food. he hasn’t learned very much from the repeated experiences, aside from how to be sneakier about making off with the day’s meals. he’s just about to slip a questionably cheap pack of hot dogs into the pocket of his hoodie and get the hell out of there when he realizes he’s being watched. “hey, didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s rude to stare?”

[hucklcbcrry-blog]

it had been two hours after school ended, and lucas had lost track of time, as he was trying to finish his history essay, which was due monday. he finally give in to taking a break for a while (or the rest of the day) after getting a look from another student at the loudness of his stomach grumbling. so, to phoenicia diner he goes.

lucas pops in, sits down at the counter, and orders his usual -- bacon cheeseburger with fries, onion rings, and coleslaw. he also orders a tall glass of sweet tea, a rather bad habit he’s kept from his childhood living in texas. (hey, once a southern boy, always a southern boy.) he thanks the pretty waitress and tucks into his burger. after taking a large bite, his attention is grabbed by someone sitting down next to him. “gwoob eff - nin,” he tries to get out, his words muffled by the food. (translation: good evening) about to continue to say something else, lucas freezes, suddenly unable to breathe. he begins coughing to try and get the food lodged in his throat out, and it only takes a minute or two until he’s breathing normally again. he chews slowly (and silently) before swallowing. “i guess that’ll teach me not to try talking while my mouth is full,” he states rather bashfully. “definitely should’ve listened to my mama about that.”