the village.

[wildflowvrs]

there was something about the quaint apartment complex that charli had always enjoyed. it was just about the opposite of where she may have been raised to want to live , but the atmosphere was kind and refreshing and it brought out her better said. that said , she makes her way into the building , shopping bags in hand when she runs into a familiar resident at the bottom of the staircases. “ hey ! do you have a second ? i just really need to know … ” a hand reaches into a bag , pulling out a sweater that looks like it was the highest fashion ––– in the mid seventies. “ is this sweater like too grandma-y or do you think it would look cute as a little cropped situation ? and you can’t tell me you’re not qualified to answer because i need all and any options before i wear this to teach tomorrow. ” ( @villagestarters​ ! )

[glxsscxstles]

while  i n d e p e n d e n c e wasn’t going quite as smoothly as montana would have hoped, a hansel-and-gretel-esque trail of groceries lining the corridors not being exactly what she’d envisioned when she committed to making a solid first impression. “ I am so….so sorry. ” sincerity poured from her lips, honeyed apologies with crystallised embarrassment while montana cursed herself inwardly. “ i would duck if i were you…those soup cans, they’re dangerous. “ twinges of humour did little to lessen the blow, the blonde now frantic in her attempts to salvage the ever-growing hole in the paper bag. “ who knew bags of carrots could be this unruly? if i’d known, i’d have stuck to their cake form. curse me for trying to be good… ” &. open !!

[eleanorshq]

Elle had a day off work for once, and she fully intended on making the most of it. Since she’d moved back, she hadn’t had a chance to properly explore the neighbourhood - what with work and decorating the apartment. So grabbing her purse, she locked the door behind her. As she made her way down to go out of the building, she smiled at the other person in the elevator. “Hey, you don’t happen to know if there’s still an Italian cafe on 4th, do you?” she asked, seemingly out of nowhere. “I haven’t had coffee that good in the last three years.”

[brickxbarbeau]

“Are teenagers all so…smart-alecky?” Setting down his phone, Brick gave a small sigh, running a frustrated hand along his brow. And rolling his shoulders, he leaned forward to take a small sip from his coffee cup, “I don’t remember being this much of a pain at 13,” he added, glancing back to see if another text from his son had come in. It had not. And by any account, he himself was absolutely was a pain at 13. But no one could prove that. He sighed once more. “Maybe I’m getting old. Christ, I operate a 450 ton jet every day, but damned if I can figure out how Snapchat works.” 

Thinking on this, Brick seemed to be overcome with indignation, which he tempered by hiding his face in his mug. “Do you know…okay, so, I have this co-worker named Cooper. Flight attendant; nice guy. He tells me today, and completely sincerely, I ought to try Our Time. You know, like the dating site? I mean, do I look that old? I come across as thirty-five. Tops.” He hummed distantly, managing a proper smirk. “I’m rambling. I’m sorry, How are you?” 

@villagestarters​

[detectivecmics]

                there   was   something   uncomfortable   about   writing   in   public   but   that   didn’t   stop   wren   from   doing   so   .   the   actor   turned   director   sat   with   his   macbook   placed   in   front   of   him   ,   beside   him   was   a   porcelain   mug   the   contents   within   it   had   already   grown   cold   .   he   was   far   too   interested   in   the   stack   of   cookies   placed   beside   the   mug   anyway   .   wren   tapped   on   his   keyboard   and   soon   the   insensate   gesture   turned   furious   .   the   letters   scrambled   on   the   keyboard   while   a   grunt   of   frustration   left   his   pale   lips   .   wren   exhaled   in   exhaustion   before   looking   at   the   pair   of   eyes   glued   to   him   .   his   smirk   was   weak   ,   ❝   sorry   —   writer’s   block   is   a   bitch   .   i’m   sure   even   shakespeare   had   his   bad   days   .   ❞         /         (   @villagestarters​   )

[honeyheir]

      IT’D  BEEN  WELL  INTO  A  year  since  shantipriya  declared  her  residence  within  the  complex  .  however  ,  her  means  to  decorate  her  apartment  were  EVER  GROWING  .  there  was  always  a  moving  van  ,  a  team  of  painters  ,  a  new  ART  PIECE  being  escorted  to  her  room  on  the  fifth  floor  .  it  was  a  cross  between  retail  therapy  and  her  hopes  to  bring  her  pinterest  board  to  life  .  the  strands  of  her  LUSH  ,  brown  hair  were  tied  neatly  with  a  scrunchie  as  she  sat  outside  her  apartment  door  .  within  the  complex  a  team  of  workers  installing  a  new  television  system  in  her  home  .  as  a  neighbor  passed  ,  she  offered  them  an  apology  ❝  i’m  sorry  for  the  noise  .  ❞  she  smiled  at  them  ,  brightly  and  with  her  right  hand  she  gifted  them  a  clear  bag  within  it  were  various  SWEET  TREATS  ,  all  of  them  tied  neatly  with  a  baby  pink  bow  and  a  note  that  sweetly  read  :  from  your  neighbor  ,  shantipriya  .   ❝  i  hope  this  will  make  up  for  it  .  ❞

[asherjhemmings]

The glass traded places between each of his wandering hands. He couldn’t quite find a place where it comfortably sat so instead he shifted it to and fro between his busies fingertips. The muffled motion of the glass against the wooden bar probably irritated fellow patrons but Asher’s mind did not allow him to rest. His eyes stared down the bar to a couple that were fighting loudly, both clearly intoxicated. At first he found the act amusing and couldn’t help but chuckle at the ridiculous sight of two people in love arguing. Seemed a bit counter intuitive. “The heart is a dramatic organ.” Asher declared, nudging the person beside him as his glass found itself resting place between his lips. Setting the now empty glass down, his eyes looked up at the person who sat idly beside him. “Have you ever been in love? Like, genuinely?”

[peytonainsworthh]

The dark sky forming rain clouds seemed as though it was handcrafted for her. It had been an awful day to say the very least. Her alarm hadn’t gone off that morning, causing her stroll into a meeting with a client looking a mess. She had spilt her coffee on her white jeans and now, to make matters even worse, her car had broken down. As the red head peered under to smoking hood of her Cadillac, her face read undeniably choleric and her hefty sigh reinforced this. Feeling a set of eyes glue to her, the hot headed girl turned on her nude pumps and locked her eyes on them. “Can I help you with something?” She hissed as she crossed her arms against her blouse. She had grown used to people staring especially in this city. “Or maybe you can stop standing there and help me. Come on.”

[goldenkwilde]

“Fuck.” Carrie muttered, yanking on the dryer door. She knew she should’ve done her laundry earlier and not the night before she had a big meeting with a producer, but procrastination had gotten the best of her and she’d found herself at 6 pm with no clean clothes, desperately shoving them into the machine. And now the dryer door was stuck again, and the blonde wanted to throw something. Standing up and crossing her arms, she crossed the laundry room to stick her head out of the door, looking desperately around for someone who could help. “Is anyone there? The dryer door is stuck!”

[lyn-nichols]

Jamie leaned against the back wall of the elevator, arms laden down with a milk crate full of old cameras and assorted junk he’d picked up at a flea market when suddenly he caught a flash of motion. Someone rushing to get on the elevator as well, just as the doors began to slide shut. There was, as always, a brief second where he considered just letting the doors close, leaving the other person the options to wait, or take the stairs. Last time he’d done that, though, the girl he’d shafted had turned out to be his neighbor, and boy, did she remember that incident.

Not wanting to cause another feud, Jamie jerked away from the wall, shoving a leg out through the doors to trip the motion sensor before they closed all the way, muttering a harried ‘fuck, shit!’ under his breath as the stuff in his crate crashed together noisily.

The doors whispered back open, and Jamie let out a breath, taking his spot back up against the wall with the added comment, “Always kind of afraid I’m going to lose a limb doing that one day.”

[adeleauclair-deactivated2020041]

desperate times called for desperate measures, that’s what adèle’s daddy always used to tell her. true, it was for more pressing moments than running out of cigarettes but it wasn’t even eleven yet and the thought of going the rest of the night without one made her twitch. so, she did what any good nicotine addict would do and decided to go asking around. 

not a single person she’d visited in the apartment had one spare, most of them didn’t even bother to open their door. by the time someone did answer, she was utterly unprepared, quickly scrambling to straighten up and wipe the annoyance off her face.

“sorry to bother you, baby, but you don’t have a smoke on you, do you?”  adèle’s voice was sweet like honey, accent thick but not quite placeable. “i’d pop to the store and get some myself but it’s too cold out there, i really don’t feel like freezing my tits off tonight. you feel me?”

[davidxrtega-deactivated20200406]

            ❝ HEY—— ARE YOU done reading that ? ❞   david was known ( or so he thought ) for casually striking up conversations with his neighbors. he couldn’t help it though —- his mother raised him to be nice to everyone for whatever reason, and even though there were exceptions, his neighbors would always be on his good side. he pointed at the newspaper the other person was holding under their arm while they both waited for the elevator. david was a e - news fella, but real paper was always needed to put under his cat’s litterbox to avoid a mess.

[leoochoi]

“Hard pass.” Xyla swiped left on yet another very handsome and seemingly funny and smart man on Tinder. The popular dating app had become more of a game, a thing to pass the time, rather than a tool meant to help Xyla find the elusive “One” in New York City. She enjoyed swiping through images of men holding fish, shirtless group shots and the intense wannabe-smoulders that frequented her screen, and found it utterly hilarious when she’d receive pick-up lines in her inbox. Her favourite this far had been, “Are those space pants? Because your ass is outta control!” Leaning over to the other person, Xy excitedly showed them the profile of a very rugged and questionable man. “What do you think? Or is he too Tarzan-esque for me?”

[elm4rps-blog]

Aurora had spent her day at the bar, getting it ready for opening day that was quickly approaching. She couldn’t wait to reveal her baby to the world. She took pride in her work. Construction has been going smoothly for the most part and the once old dive bar is now turning into a stylish new place that will hopefully be the new favourite. She just finished for the day and was sitting at her bartop, enjoying a well earned drink. She was just sitting there, starting to zone out when she heard the door open. She must have forgotten to lock it. “Sorry, we aren’t open just yet.” She said as she turned to face whoever just walked in. 

[leoochoi]

Leo Choi, sat at his usual table in his favourite little cafe with a cup of cold coffee on his left and his laptop on his right. It was unusual for him to be there so late in the evening as he liked to joke he was reaching the age where coffee after 4 meant staying up all night, but he was swamped with work and needed a place other than kitchen table to get it down. Leo had just spend the last 15 minutes re-reading an email from his boss, but all he couldn’t focus on anything. 

With a sigh, Leo folded his arms across the table and rested his head. Just 5 minutes, he told himself. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. Sitting up, Leo rubbed his eyes and looked up at the person. “Uh, sorry. Coffee’s a little weak.”

[danahq]

“yeah well, friday night new yorker’s bullshit was particularly difficult to deal with last night, okay? i can’t make it. i have so many reports to catch up on, i’m sorry,” she bluntly spoke into her phone as she made her way up the stairs to the 6th floor apartment she lived in. she preferred the stairs. letting out a groan as she realized her wife… well, soon to be ex-wife, hung up on her. again. arms full of files she rounded the corner, almost running into one of her neighbors, “shit– sorry,” she sighed as she moved aside. hand rising to rub her eye, “hey, since i have you here, did you by chance hear anything from outside last night? trying to decide if it’s raccoons keeping me awake or some teenagers fucking around.” though in all honesty, work had been what kept her up. the non-normal-for-new-york noises had just been a distraction.