james

Open event starter.

By no means was Portia someone who liked to drink or party even though there was a certain stereotype placed on girls who were members of sororities. But when a sweet tasting drink was offered up to her, she was too naive to ask what was in it before nearly finishing off the whole cup. She was too trusting for her own good. Before long she was quite tipsy and dancing near a bonfire that had been made by a group of campers. Music boomed from a bluetooth speaker and she was clumsily trying to move to the rhythm. It was just then she noticed someone who was sitting by themselves and obviously looked out of place. “Hey! Come dance with me!” She offered her hands out to them, motioning for them to get up and grab them.

camp!starter for @afallenbridge // jesse

Rosie was not the most organized of people, yet for some reason managed to successfully have a job that required the highest of organizational standards. There were various baking supplies scattered around her kitchen. “Butter butter butter,” the ginger mumbled to herself a few times before hearing the storefront bell ring. “Give me a minute this frosting is time sensitive and I will not let anyone mess this up for me!” She stuck her head out from the window behind the counter and immediately popped to working on her frosting.

James figured, from what he observed in both real life and television, that women appreciated sweet gifts such as chocolate and cake. Now, Alyssa was a standard girl, but he believed that she would enjoy at least a show of effort on his part. He wasn’t going to bake the cake himself -- oh no, that would turn out to be a disaster. No, the hardest part for him would be attempting to choose the right flavor. Chocolate was a good default, right? But, maybe something fancier would be better. “Not a problem,” he called back, or as much as he could with a soft voice like his own. “Actually, take all the time you need -- I don’t think I’ve properly thought this through.”

starter for @frcmhel 

The moment realization could be seen on the other’s face, Spencer’s eyes lit up and he clasped his hands together before bouncing up and down slightly. “Oh my gosh, how did you know?” It might have sounded like false enthusiasm, but he was dead serious. “Honestly I’m not really sure if I’m having a party or not… my best friend Patrick wanted to take me out tonight, but last year I had a surprise party so I’m wondering if it’s going to be the same case this year. Sometimes parties are exhausting though, you know? Part of me wants to party till I’m purple and the other half just wants to eat cake with my cat.”

why her parents insisted on living out this ludicrous and unbelievable lie was beyond her. did people really think they were the picture perfect family that her mother and tony liked to pretend they were? it was bullshit. when her mom wasn’t keeping a watchful eye on her, alyssa managed to slip outside. she had changed into converse ( which clashed with her god-awful dress ) and put a denim jacket to shield her from the cooler night air. she stood there with earbuds secured, the smiths blasting as a distraction. even though she was quite oblivious to most everything going on around her, she felt as if someone was watching her and turned to see someone nearby. one headphone dangled as she properly faced them, “are you just going to stand there like a fucking creep or come closer?” this brash attitude was probably why she didn’t have friends. “do you have a cigarette i could bum off of you?”

Even though Spencer was usually a shining ball of energy, that had been kicked up at least twelve notches today. It had gotten to the point that his boss even told him a few times to simmer down, something that wasn’t in his vocabulary. So thus, he found himself standing in front of another customer – bouncing on the balls of his feet as he stood in front of their table. “Today’s a REALLY SPECIAL day, do you know why?” If you can’t tell from the party hat he was currently wearing or the button that says ‘birthday boy’ pinned to his shirt, it’s his twenty-first birthday.

Harry never really imagined himself to live like this before. Well, he sort of did if things came to the worst, but things seemed to be getting better lately. Until, of course, he got those messages. Now he was sitting on a bench with a suitcase next to him, wondering how in the world he was going to find somewhere to stay. He was lucky he had the job at the diner, so he’d have the money for food. But, everything else went straight into school and he wasn’t going to be dropping out because of this. He let out a sigh. “Do you think there are any hostels around here?”

He waited, watching the other stare at the picture, hands balled into fists by his sides, rigid posture betraying his fear. millicent had been with him 17 years, and a part of him chastised himself for growing attached to something like a cat. yet, as much as he wanted to be, Hux was not a complete unfeeling beast. “that was the point, yes,” though he isn’t sure, he didn’t buy her. “she was a present from my mother. as you can imagine, the sentimental value is bigger than the reward money,”

james never understood sentimental value. yes, technically he understood what it was and what it meant, but he never felt sentimental about something himself. maybe if his mother had been around, she could have taught him at least that much. “yeah, definitely,” he agreed just to agree. “i could help, you know, catch her. i’ve always had... a way with cats,” he said, though his way never ended with them in a good state. but, that money was rather tempting. he could use it to get out of here after he’d given in to temptation. “cats usually like tuna, and you have to put it near holes and crannies. like crawlspaces under houses.”

“I mean, I don’t know, are you sure that’s what the prompt meant?  Usually when you have a prompt like that it means someone who positively impacted the justice system.”  Tyler replied with a small shrug.  “But I mean, I’m no teacher.  I don’t really know the qualifications.”

If James was the type, he would have rolled his eyes. “The prompt was someone or an event that caused an impact. You could see serial killers in the modern age as a positive impact because they force officer to think a bit more and put in new things like M.O.s and helping with profiling. It’s positive, you just have to look at it past face value.”

even though learning in general bored the boy, he had an aversion to morbid subjects in particular. learning about serial killers or deadly diseases always managed to creep him out for days on end, not to mention cause him to experience paranoia. ❛ i kind of get where your teacher is coming from. i mean… did they really change anything if more serial killers are just going to keep popping up ?? even if legislation changes, it’s not them that had an impact. inspiration isn’t the same as instating change. ❜

james just wanted to feel like he had a point to this all, his life. if he did end up being a serial killer -- which he saw as a very possible and most probable future -- he wanted to feel like he was perhaps something more than that. his life could mean more than being just a bad guy. he could do some good too by doing some bad. “it’s not that they keep popping up -- they’ve always been here. it’s just in the past, we didn’t have the knowledge or resources to pin down killers or even link crimes together. but, if there were no serial killers, then there wouldn’t be any need for change. they’re making the world safer in a twisted way. they make people think more.”

Lili leaned over when she heard the stranger spoke. “ Really.. could I have a look? “ She asked, tilting her head slightly causing her brunette curls to spill over her shoulder. Her eyes scanned over the paper, drumming her nails against the table’s surface as she did so. “ Well it’s certinly… interesting that’s for sure. “  

James didn’t feel too comfortable about the other reading his paper considering he’d already received backlash for it -- he didn’t need a reminder. But, he also didn’t do anything to stop her either. He gave a heavy sigh. “See? You don’t like it either. I guess it’s just a thing that only freaks or highly qualified people can talk about. And, considering I don’t have a doctorate in criminology, I’ll take that I’m the former.”

Blue shrugged. “I don’t know, sounds like you answered the question to me.” At least it was definitely way more interesting than writing about some old judge who made a tiny change of the rules and now people never shut up about them. Still, it wasn’t like she actually knew anything about the subject at hand, and at the end of the day the person grading te paper got to pick what counted as fitting the prompt. “But you should have just said you were writing about the prosecutor or the judge and focused more on the killer. It’s the little ways to fight the system that count.”

James crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his seat. He’d been going along with the system for forever, subtly going against it in ways that wouldn’t be noticed. It was tiring. “Or, maybe they should just stop being so... Scared of talking about the taboo things. Then, maybe we would have less serial killers,” he said, shaking his head. Maybe he’d be a bit less curious, more normal. “They tell us to be mature, but they won’t even give us the chance. There’s no point in any of it.”

Clara knew that sometimes she put too much on her plate, from running her grandfather’s toy store to school to nannying part time – but she enjoyed every minute of it. Though sometimes she allowed herself to become easily distracted by everything on her mind, this was the case at the moment. One moment the girl she was looking after was by her side and the next she was gone. Clara immediately went into a panic and began searching around, spotting the girl talking to a stranger and asking them if they liked the princess dress that Clara had allowed her to wear out. She breathed a sigh of relief before rushing over to the two, placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “I’m sorry about her, she just watched Beauty and the Beast two times in a row so she’s a little…” She allowed her words to trail off with a chuckle. “I hope she didn’t bother you too much.”

Bundled in scarves and fleece-lined jackets, Hux stands in the cold with a pile of papers and a stapler. There are a few posters up on trees and lamp posts : big black letters ‘MISSING!’ with a picture of an old ginger cat underneath. Contact details and a reward with at least three 0’s attatched to the end of it. Trembling hands are putting up another poster when someone walks past. “Hey,” The redhead calls in a manner that isn’t usually him. “Hey, could you uh - take one? I don’t suppose you’ve seen my cat? She’s been missing for a week, and I’m getting…worried,”

James had barely taken notice of the posters put up, eyes trained on the path ahead and music playing in his headphones. He was as dead to the world as the world was unaware of his existence. He’s walked this route to class a million times, honestly he could probably walk it with his eyes closed. But that would defeat the purpose of pretending not to be a freak. When the older man started to speak with him, James politely pulled an earbud free. That’s when he finally noticed the posters and took one of the fliers. He pursed his lips as he stared at the image of the cat. He didn’t kill this one, did he? He couldn’t remember -- all ginger cats looked the same to him. “I’m afraid I haven’t seen him, but I’ll keep an eye out. She kind of looks like you. You know, the whole ginger thing. Did you purposefully get her because of that?”