not a siren calling

“Julliard?” she asked, more than a little impressed. Even when she considered going to a school for acting, she never even dreamed about getting into Julliard. She hadn’t even tried. If she wasn’t insecure enough about her talent, the meager amount of savings in her bank account took care of getting that dream well out of her head. “She must have been an impressive artist. Their acceptance rate is like almost impossible to get into. I can’t say that I remember anyone from our school getting in though, maybe I was thinking of someone else.” She hesitated for a moment before sitting down. “So I probably don’t know you from school, but maybe just the area? LA is pretty big, but it’s not impossible,” she reasoned.

“yeah,” he didn’t bother adding a ‘that’s what i said’ as an aside, bit the straw from his (now empty) coffee cup, so it wouldn’t slip out. emmett could feel the cranks in her head turning but wasn’t surprised when everything she said was nothing new—everyone kept the same platitudes, and he was bored with it. “er, i’ve heard that, too. apparently she was the only person from our school in awhile and our mom threw this huge bash ‘cause she made the cut. new york sucks, though.” he shrugged, again moving on easily. 

RIVER: wow, that was uncalled for RIVER: i was happily cuddling a puppy, planning how to bring him home unnoticed and you come back with that? RIVER: no! i’m too upset to be motivated now.

Dhruv had only been in Bridgeport for a few months and he already found a job. He considered himself extremely lucky, and even though this restaurant wasn’t a fancy five star place, it was a cozy little thing and he still got to do what he loved. This week however, was slightly different. One of the staff had extended their leave for a week and they had no one to cover it. Wanting to make a good impression, Dhruv offered to wait tables. It would be a nice change, this way he could actually see the customers they usually got. 

As the bell above the rang, signaling the entrance of customers, Dhruv walked over to them after they had a  chance to settle down with a menu and a smile ready. “Welcome to Ruby’s Palace,” he greeted, setting down a menu in front of them, “Would you like to hear our special of the day?”

jolie needed out of the house—out before adam tried to bother her, his place being even more unbearable than the standard. she didn’t know why but she wasn’t going to ask him, either. she wouldn’t want to stand around for the whole story, didn’t want him to keep her there and couldn’t leave while adam rattled off every detail, since he’d easily send four texts saying that was rude. so lee just left, even if it was a few past eleven pm. even if all bridgeport had was the twenty-four hour diner. there was no interaction necessary, usually. but apparently the staff at night was over-eager: next time she’d sit at the counter.

Oli tilted to her head before deciding, “Both. You look familiar, but you seem familiar too.” Though now that she was speaking to him, she definitely would have remembered this personality. “Ah it’s like, it’ll drive you mad? Crazy, insane; just a different phrasing, I guess. Which I probably sound like now,” she said with a laugh. She almost wanted to sit down, already feeling an interesting conversation coming, but didn’t want to intrude any more than she already had. “I did go to school in the area, so it’s possible. Maybe I just saw you around, then. Emmett does sound familiar. Can I ask what your sister’s name was?”

— @authenticia.

「 MMS ✉ atticus finch 」: yo

「 MMS ✉ atticus finch 」:  is there a lighter on the kitchen table?

“I hope this isn’t too weird, but I noticed you from across the room and you look just seem really familiar. I just had to ask or I know it’ll drive me spare for the rest of the day. Any chance you remember someone named Oli that has a face like this?”

“i look or seem familiar? like, they’re two different things,” emmett twirled one of his earrings—a small hoop—in his fingers, letting it extend the piercing and with disregard for it. “i’ve got another question, too. what’s ‘drive me spare’ mean? anyway, uh—there was an oli in high school, a grade above my sister. in los angeles, though. and i don’t remember the face.

RIVER: so our rent agreement states no pets RIVER: but what the landlord doesn’t know won’t hurt them, right?