#writingpcges

[sonderbound]

dylan was comfortably high, at least to her. she did, fully walk out of her apartment without her phone, or wallet, but hey, she remembered before she left the building. she decided to just walk to avery’s, enjoying the fresh air outside. after a quick stop into a 7/11, she had everything she needed for a pretty chill night, along with a pretty dope looking pen for the kid. 

she only got a little lost, and totally saved it after a quick check on her maps app.

before she knew it, she was at the door, and knocked a few times. “hey, it’s your postmates delivery driver. cept this is for me, and i didnt bring my car.”

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[chvrryglcss]

                                 “  look. im not looking for anything serious. ”  blunt and unapologetic. this was a natural coarse that the redhead ran with. some couldn’t handle it. at times, she’d mentally admit that she could be a bit brash with the entire scene of when people tried to remotely get close with her. romanticism made her tense. friendships were mostly uneasy, and went unbothered. the woman thought they carried TOO much emotional investment. 

             was it just the conversation that had took a TOO personal turn ? was pyper REALLY that sensitive ? of course she was. there was a thick crusted armor around the woman, and emotionally it was there for reasons. reasons she wouldn’t admit to. not out loud, anyways. - maybe her entire being felt more tense towards her company because THEY were in her SPACE. Pyper NEVER allowed someone (apart from her family, and close friends- which were few) come into her loft.  she was mentally pissed at herself for allowing her rules to bend enough as it was. 

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[xmargot]

                               what. the. FUCK !  had it not taken all of her energy to push herself up, margot would have taken notice to the mess around her sooner. peach rings, an open container of frosting, popcorn and crushed chips scattered along her floor. it was a nightmare for her organizational tick. turning her head with slumped posture, margot shifted her gaze to the noise of REAL HOUSEWIVES re-runs on her television, an empty bottle of champagne next to it. rubbing her temples with the pads of her fingers, margot tried to rack her brain over what exactly happened the night before. 

                     wait. what day was it ?? a sudden inner panic of missing work. a meeting ?? GOD she was dehydrated. this was why she always rejected the offer from avery over participating in the underground music scene.  “  a.... ”  her throat winced at trying to push any level of volume out. a tender swallow and she tried again, “ Avery  !?  ”  margot called out. her feet were too frightened to stand up, the junk food beneath her toes. no thank you. 

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[prismvticlarity]

                               a little EXTRA cash in her pocket and a favor for a friend. a girl she had shared a sketching class with, along with a long friendship had asked her to help cater an event with her. it was not much of an upscale of an event. people of hollywood that weren’t too glitzed in the dream. people who LOVED theater, spoke over playwrights, and the underrated class of the hills... along with;  “  vodka soda, to the one over there. ”  her friend placed a drink order on rory’s tray and pointed for it to belong to a petite brunette across the room. 

                           how did people mingle as such ? rory thought as her feet carried her gracefully over to the woman. the girl liked her space. to her, ear buds were her best company along with her imagination. though it could be desolate to most people, rory loved keeping to her own bubble. where would she be if not here right now ? probably skating along some quiet suburb in the hills, or eating a spoonful of peanut butter while sketching on her rooftop. “ hello, ”  a little soft spoken. “  one vodka soda, ”  a smile, notes of sweetness on her lips. catering such a party seemed awkward when it came to interrupting a goers time. 

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[thelaword]

heeeey so excited to join!! i'll be using this account for the rp!! would love to get a link to the discord so i can introduce myself!