#westhollowstart

[grinlikecheshire-blog]

Call the presses, or don’t since Augustus owned them, but Charlie was reading. Sat in the library long after his shift, Princess Bride clutched tightly in his hands, and a pained look on his face as he got to the climax. He remembered seeing it back in 1973 on Augustus’s shelf, and teasing him about it, yet here he was now: utterly enthralled. “Oh, no,” he began, “no, no, no, no!” He shouted, as if the characters in the book could hear him.

[jaceofmystery]

“Alright, hit me again,” Jace said, still chewing on the small piece of the snack. He extended a hand to be given another. When suddenly him and his friend were interrupted by a loud noise nearby and he nearly choked from the surprise. Jace turned his head to see where it came from.

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[fridaymichaels-blog]

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      Friday’s body ached with hunger. He had heard of a place in the South Side called Lestat that could serve BLOOD, but he couldn’t bring himself to take his patronage there. Part of him had resentment for all of his kind ---how strange it was, to count himself with MONSTERS. Most of him, though, wondered how they got the blood... Was it ethical? Were they draining humans in some back room, strung up like cattle at a butcher shop? Hell if he knew. 

      As disgusting as it was, and it was disgusting, the latest thing he’d drank from was a pigeon. Two pigeons, actually. It was far from enough, and he was intensely on edge. When he heard someone on the sidewalk behind him, he let out a sudden growl ---a sound that still surprised him when it came from his throat, always by accident--- and spun around on his heel. Almost as fast as he’d turned to face his ‘intruder’, he gave his head a shake and cleared his throat, as if to cover up the SNARL he had just let out. 

      “---You startled me.”

[elenaridley-blog]

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      Her back pressed against the damp brick wall of Talbot’s, the cold seeping into her... bones? Whatever she had anymore ---it didn’t bother her. With a stomach full of coffee and fries, she had stepped outside into the alleyway to fill her lungs with smoke for dessert. Hardly a healthy meal, but that didn’t matter anymore, did it? Halfway through her smoke, she saw someone standing nearby and felt their gaze on her. She stayed quiet, hoping they would move along without giving her any trouble. When they didn’t, she lowered her smoke and turned to face them. Her words were distant, matched with a nonchalant smile. 

      “If you’re going to tell me these things’ll kill me... I know.” 

      ---TOO LATE might have been more appropriate.

[mxnday-blues-blog]

In all honesty, she was probably still drunk from the night before. The previous night had begun the way it always did — a casual invite to go out with a casual ‘friend’ (and an emphasis on the casual part). Of course, it never ended up that way, and if she hadn’t sworn to her grandmother that she’d at least put an effort in at the start of each week, she wouldn’t have shown up at all. Mona was nothing if she wasn’t true to her promises, so she swaggered in fifteen minutes after the bell and left fifteen minutes early in a foul mood.

When class was over, she wanted absolutely nothing more than to cure her hangover with hair of the dog, and when she finally arrived Alastor she practically breathed a sigh of relief. If she were a better person, she’d probably think there was something wrong with that response–but she wasn’t. Instead, she was a person who wanted her whiskey ginger and she wanted it asap.

Sitting down beside a person she thought looked familiar, but couldn’t quite place (her memory wasn’t the greatest), she ordered her drink and tapped her fingers on the counter with impatience as she waited. Dressed in what can best be described as ‘things a bag lady would wear’, she had no expectations she would run into anyone whose opinion mattered to her. Baggy and too-big, ripped blue jeans, a black sweater that read “fuck off”, and an even bigger dark-green army jacket overtop, she was comfortable and felt secure. 

After a while of being stared at by her neighbour, “What? Did I sit on your dog or something?”

[delilahjulesrp-blog]

delilah was growing bored very quickly in west hollow. she had been there for six months and had been turned into a fairy four months ago. the girl could only spend so much time practicing her powers on the flowers in her dorm room before she grew bored. the thing delilah was really good at was charming people not plants. so she decided to take the day off from working on her powers in her room and go out and see who was out and about. anyone you met in west hollow had the possibility of being someone powerful or important, and that fact was something delilah planned on using to her advantage.

she made her way outside, her hair was framed perfectly around her face and she had on a very flattering red lipstick. she saw the person from far away and she let a coy grin onto her face before she immediately replaced it with a sweet and innocent expression. she held on tight to the homework she was cradling in her arm and made her way over to the person nonchalantly. as soon as she was close enough she faked a stumble and let her homework fall to the ground and scatter everywhere. “crap!” she exclaimed, and as she bent down to start picking up she saw the person she had been approaching do the same thing like she hoped they would, “oh you’re too sweet! you didn’t need to do that!” she thanked the person with a charming smile and inviting tone of voice. “more people should be as kind as you,” she cooed.

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[royofchaos]

It wasn’t common for supernaturals to find their way to his spot in the forest unless they had business with him, even less so for humans. It was a dark cave he worked and sold in and usually obscured completely with magic day after day when he left. (Although in rare occasions, he simply forgot.) That evening Roy was sitting on a rugged couch and attempting to focus on a concoction he was working on in the light of a single candle when the raven at the entrance of his cave cawed loudly and flew inside to rest on the fairy’s shoulder. When the bird informed him of his visitor, Roy spoke up. “How may I help you?” He drawled, voice deep and English accent strong.

[weresantiago-blog]

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Sofia’s arms were full, nearly overflowing, with groceries. She put if off for as long as possible, never having been a fan of ---or good at--- cooking for herself. It had recently gotten near the point of lunacy, however, when she hadn’t eaten at home in six whole days. Over the course of that week, she had become a favourite at Talbot’s, but her body needed something green. She’d chosen to walk to the store as her bike was far from equipped to carry that kind of load, which unfortunately meant that she had to waddle home in her heels, barely able to see over the stack of groceries in her arms. 

When she reached a crosswalk, she made an effort to look both ways, and in the process, an apple tumbled from her bag and rolled away. Her gaze, limited mostly to the ground, saw it hit someone’s shoe. She waited a moment before she shouted from behind her bags--- 

      “Are you gonna offer to pick that up, or am I on my own here?”