crystal city starter

Scarlet had always felt safe for the most part in Crystal city. Her position with Elias had always afforded her at least the facade of protection.  Yet in the last couple months that illusion had crumpled, as Scarlet was forced to come face to face with the fact that there were other criminals in the city besides the one she represented. From the engagement party shooting, to now the cries of her friend, Celine, who had been stabbed in the bank when the lights went off. When the lights went out Scarlet had just slide down the wall on to the floor, just waiting for something to work out. She was a lawyer, as familiar as she was with the aftermath of these type of events, Scarlet was finding she didn’t like being in them one bit. She should help, or do something, anything.  Yet Scarlet couldn’t seem to get her legs moving as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark.  Her muscles seemed to not want to listen to any of the many impulses her brain was sending to them. The voice next to her honestly caught Scarlet by surprise as she looked over and tried to frantically make out the figure.

Power Outage At St. Anthony’s ||Plot Drop

Location: LUX Elevator  Plot Drop: Blackout

Location: The Docks

Lola has an appointment, which means she’s been taken out of school and that the shop is being run by someone else so they can be here. It’s a general thing, a scheduled checkup, but with everything going on, with the shop and King being back and piles of things to do, she already feels overwhelemd, especially now that there’s the sound of a crying baby somewhere in the room.  They’re waiting, always waiting, when there’s a boom of what she thinks is thunder, and that’s when the lights go out for a moment, a moment too long because Lola screams, and then the generators kick in, keeping the lights at now at a fraction of what they were, working overtime to power the whole place, she thinks. And suddenly, what was a boring, mostly quiet med center, was now abuzz with activity, nurses and doctors rushing around. Eden begins to rub her temples, her headache suddenly getting work. “I need coffee,” she suddenly says, looking over at her daughter who was clearly terrified. “do you want coffee? I’m going, anyway. The machines have to be working right? Or maybe a nurses station or something.” she says to the person next to her, figuring that with the storm and the blackout, they’ll be here awhile. @crystalcitystarters​ 

it was a pretty slow day at spine that record. shane preferred it that way; less people to irritate her. but it also made the day go by much slower, the hours seemed to drag on. she found herself checking her phone far too often to check the time, only to see ten minutes had passed. stocking was already done, she dusted random shelves that didn’t get much action, now she was sitting behind counter. she didn’t mind working at the shop, it was pretty easy and her music loving side enjoyed the customers who stopped to talk to her. at least it was better than some fast food gig or working in a strip mall folding clothes all day. the bell of the door chimed, signaling a customer walking in; shane perked up behind the counter, leaning on her elbows. “hey, let me know if you need help finding anything. we just got some new stuff in if you want to check it out,” she called out in her customer service voice with a half forced smile. 

PEACHES FOOD TRUCK was this large, yellow monstrosity that she brought off of the internet and with the help of some friends, turned into her own little restaurant.  She got to drive it around Crystal City and put smiles on peoples faces whenever she handed them one of her meals, be it a classic with a twist, or something brand new, flavors she hadn’t seen together before. This place was her heart outside of her body, with how much pride she had in it, although a brick and mortor store was somewhere in the end goal. She’s in New Haven today, and the item of the week is a fig jam, brie and proscuitto panini. She’s got a purple bandana wrapped around her head like you would a headband, keeping her hair out of her face as she pokes her head out of the little window. “What can I get ya, honey? Lucky you, you’re my last order before I close up, so it’s on the house, or well, the bus.” she asks, smile on her face the last word out of her mouth hit hard with her accent. 

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It was one of Kainoa’s rare days off, she still had a few days before the new semester began. 39 typically wasn’t considered a warm day, but after weeks of colder temperatures, it felt like a temperate day in spring almost. She had decided to take Gerald for a drive by the water and had gotten herself a bread bowl of clam chowder, a couple of crab cakes, and some bread rolls. It was the holiday season so she might as well treat herself, right?

At least it’s almost over… The gala and then home… Was the only thought in Mazie’s mind as the holidays arrived. Of course she got her sisters and friends something, but that was the extent of her holiday cheer. There was always alcohol to power her through and that’s what she planned on doing at this event too. As she wasn’t the one watching the bar but pouring copious funds into it, vodka was her drink of choice. This is the last event, and then new years… then she could go back to a normal routine.

“This is exactly the kind of party my parents would have their hands all over,”  Eden states, martini glass in hand, filled with a peppermint, Christmasy themed drink that was right up her alley.  It’s not that she’s against this sort of thing ,especially when they’re involved in giving to charity, but she’s also so terribly used to them, having been attending them since she was at least fifteen years old. But there’s a difference this time, as she stands here in a gorgeous green gown she took from back home, twenty-six years old, a mother, a friend, a business woman. She doesn’t have anybody she has to pretend for here. That’s the beauty of it all, she doesn’t need to pretend she’s the perfect daughter for anyone here, headed towards Yale. She can just be Eden.  “Come on,” she finally says, taking a drink from the glass in her hand “what do you say we go check out that display outside?” @crystalcitystarters​

Mari had been living with Sean for years now. Even before then, she was celebrating Hanukkah with him. Over those years an effort had been made to learn a whole other language to partake in some of the songs but it wasn’t going well. This year she was home and so was Sean for all eight days. It was slightly easier to skip some things when you had to leave for jobs. But not this year. She was worried about forgetting. Forgetting food, forgetting to light the menorah.  Or just not being enough. It’s not that either of them were uber religious. Mari hadn’t been to the inside of a church since she lived in Venice whereas, Sean hadn’t seen the inside of a synagogue since his first marriage ended. But she had the food, lots of sweets and a nice dinner planned for today. Sean had told her she had done a good job with decorating cooking. But it wasn’t over yet. He wasn’t sweating Christmas, Sean rarely sweated celebrating things. He wasn’t sweating starting any traditions either. He was cool, calm, and collected. Mari envied that a little but also she wanted to make things right. Having the festival helped. Because whatever she lacked at home would be found here. As it was Hanukah week too. Blue and white, were two colors she pulled off easily. “Don’t worry, you got this…” Mari tried to pep herself up as she looked at the vendor tables. Last minute gifts somehow calmed her nerves. 

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