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"Is this the face of a man who looks happy to be here."

Was someone pointing a gun at you when this was taken? Jesus Christ.

"Yeah. Look at the vampire that's cut off and you'll see who's holding me hostage."

“Oh. Nevermind, looks like you’re right where you wanna be. Let me guess, he convinced you to try the triangle out? How’s that working out for you, Moonbeam?”

"Hey?? No?? I don't want to be here?? Him convincing me would've been much nicer than what he was doing, which was forcing me. It's going as terrible as I expected it would go, I told him I wasn't meant for the instrument life.."

“Things you definitely should’ve thought about before joining a vampire band, Michael. You gotta pick up an instrument sometime, even if that instrument is your voice. Besides, David told me you weren’t so bad on guitar. You’re definitely not Van Halen on the triangle, though — ”

"I didn't think I'd actually be joining! I thought that.. you know.. they'd let me backstage and I could hang out, not that I'd have to perform! I've never been good with my hands, and my voice is barely together on a good day, so I don't think I'd be able to do anything right for the band.. I don't really mind guitar, but that's Marko's thing, you know? I really should just be muscle for the group, or something.."

“So you wanted to be a groupie. Or a security guard? Come on now, Moonbeam. You gotta earn your keep around here, you know. And luckily for you, I know a kick ass song writer who’s in desperate need of a writing session. Think that’s something you can handle? Or should we bust out the triangle again?”

".. Well you don't need to put it like that.. What's so bad about being a groupie, anyway? I'm still participating in some way! But I'm not sure how much I'd be of help.. I don't want to go on the triangle again though. Would this song writer be okay with me saying random things and hoping they land?"

“How would you like me to put it then, hm? Nothing’s wrong with being a groupie, all I’m saying is the band is where the action’s at. I have a feeling you’re gonna do fine as long as a triangle’s not involved. This song writer is… open to the idea, as long as the random things you say are real. We’re gonna need a pen and paper, and then you can try a few lines. Okay?”

".. I.. don't actually know. But it feels like an insult somehow?? I don't really need in on any of the action, honestly.. Just watching has always been more than enough. And please, I never want to touch a triangle again.. Why would a rock band even need a triangle anyway?? And I swear I'll try my best to say some good lines.. for this songwriter. I can grab some paper, you grab the pen?"

“Alright, alright. You are something else, Emerson. Literally every single time I try to pin you down, here you go, surprising me again. Enough triangle talk — let’s write. Pen’s up — you got the paper? Cause I’m about ready to hear some mind blowing lyrics. I mean — this songwriter is.”

"What can I say, I like being full of surprises. It keeps you on your toes, doesn't it? I have to say, I haven't written something properly in.. forever. Writing was never my strongsuit, I was always better with hands on stuff.. I have the paper! I just hope this songwriter will enjoy what I have on the mind.."

“Yeah, it does. Kinda fun, actually. Oh, I’m pretty confident she will. Okay, looks like we’re ready. I’m sure you can handle the writing, but… I’m kinda curious about your hands on method now. Show me what you mean. If you don’t mind.”

"That's all I can hope for.. That this stays fun. I guess we'll have to see if her opinion changes.. And ah? I've never heard of hands on songwriting, but I guess I could always try something new.. Since you're the expert, would you mind showing me the way?"

“I think it will. We’re off to a pretty good start already, if that’s anything. Oh, hands on songwriting is new for me too, so I guess we’ll be figuring it out together. I’m up for the challenge if you are. Okay — stand right there, and I’m gonna stand right here. This isn’t too close, is it? Tell me if this is too close — ”

"That's good, not like I'd known anything about this considering I haven't done it before.. I'm glad we can figure it out together, then. I'm not really one to back down from a challenge, you should know that about me by now.. But got it, I'll stand over here.. I mean, I'm fine with this spacing, are you okay with it?-"

#tlb rp #star light — star bright #wanttobelongtosomeone #// IN THAT CASE SAY LESSSSSSS #// they’re so fucking stupid i love them an unhealthy amount/silly

“You do love a challenge, don’t you? Is it a crime to still be learning things about you? That just means you hold my attention — some people don’t find that easy to do. I’m actually not fine with this spacing. You need to be closer. Like… right here is good. Alright. Now tell me exactly what you’re thinking.”

You will be at your absolute lowest, and then here comes a blonde to fuck everything up even more.

I need a cigarette.

"This is true. The damn blonde messes everything up. Maybe we can smoke about it together?" Ignore the fact he will definitely be coughing up his lungs.

“If you wanted to smoke me out, Emerson, all you had to do was ask. Come on — you’re buying. Anyways, what’d he do to you?”

"Ha, didn't know if I would be allowed to or not.. But fine, anything for a noble cause. And what didn't he do? I feel like it's something new everyday.."

“Ooo, allowed? You’re so proper, god. That’s what I wanted to hear. Cigs are pretty cheap, anyways. Hopefully this won’t break your piggy bank wide open. Ah — yeah. He’s… yeah. Whatever. Not my problem, or yours. Not our problem. Not right now.”

"What? It's not like it's polite to intrude somewhere you're not invited, even if I'm not.. fully a vampire, it's a good principal. And yeah, I'll be able to afford it, do you think I'm that broke? Exactly, we shouldn't let him ruin our night. Let's have fun!"

“Well, would you look at that. Half vampires do have manners. Who knew? Not broke, just not flashy. You’re not flashy. There’s a difference, Emerson. Anyways, I still need my nicotine, but I’m all in for a fun night. You wanna go for a ride too? I know a spot you might like, but it’ll take forever to walk there. Or we could just… go to the pier.”

"You say that like you don't.. Don't tell me you go around giving us a bad reputation, or something. And that's fair, I guess.. Although it's pretty easy to not be flashy when you consider the company we're usually around. I'm down for anything, honestly.. A ride, the pier, as long as we're together I don't mind where we go or what we do."

“I do. Have manners, I mean. Our reputation is sparkling, we’re the most proper half vampires on the block, come on now. Yeah, I wouldn’t be quick to go throwing anything super valuable in anybody’s face. Mm, you’re sappy tonight. You feeling alright, Michael? Don’t get me wrong, it’s cute, but I wanna know why. A ride and the pier, then. More time together… or something like that.”

"Hey, I don't doubt you at all! I'm just saying, you worded it like you wouldn't know what it's like having manners.. I'll trust you on our reputation, even if it does feel like we only have it due to being the only ones around.. There's too many characters around here to do that safely, unfortunately. And I'm feeling great! Always feel my best when I'm with you, Star.. Sorry if me being sappy is throwing anything off.. Sounds like a plan! You want me to drive or?"

#tlb rp #star light — star bright #wanttobelongtosomeone #// you know what that’s so real #// LMAOOOO as he should pls 😭😭😭😭#// he’s just happy to be here 😭😭😭😭

I dunno, kinda sounded like you were doubting me there, Emerson… relax, I’m just giving you shit. Speaking of characters, we’d better jet before any of them decide we look interesting. You… do? No, it’s not, I’m just… not used to it, is all. I, uh… I feel pretty good when you’re around too. Anyways — you’re definitely driving, pretty boy. And don’t forget my cigs. Where’s your bike at? You sure you’re gonna be able to concentrate with my arms around you, Michael? You’re looking pretty distracted already.

❛ who are you? ❜

( @lightningbolted )

( i saw the hadestown prompts and could not resist ! )

That was always the question, wasn't it? Michael had not so subtly been following her from afar, interested in this bolt of lightning, a girl who had stolen his breath away from the moment he saw her on that stage. He hadn't expected her to ask, thought that watching from afar would be the most he was allowed, and a careful smile slipped onto his lips before his hand lifted in a wave.

"Michael." The name rolled off easily, even if his throat felt like it was closing up. His hands didn't seem to know what to do, awkwardly fumbling before he rested them in his pocket. "And you are?"

“Star.”

Her answer was as easy going as she appeared to be, calm, cool, and collected as ever. She’d noticed it — noticed him, lingering there out of the corner of her eye like a phantom. But he was all too real, and if she took a few steps forward, he’d be close enough to touch. She didn’t, opting instead to add, “You’re not a local.” She knew most of them, and those she didn’t know, she’d at least heard of. She eyed him curiously, her head tilting as she decided to take one step towards him.

“You must have really liked the show, if it got you to follow me out here.”

He didn’t know how dangerous Santa Carla could be, what lurked beneath the city’s neon lights. It was the Murder Capital of the World for a reason. Maybe he’d find out tonight. Either way, she wanted to stick around herself.

"Star, huh? That's a beautiful name." Michael was never well-versed in flirting, had always read and admired the great classics of romance.. But something in him needed to impress her, a smile on his face as he nodded. "I was almost called Moon Child or Moonbeam because of my mom.. Must be fate, huh?" A not so subtle wink followed, only for him to cringe slightly afterwards. What was he doing, making a fool of himself before her?

"I'm not," He was quick to admit it, knew lying to her definitely wouldn't get him anywhere he wanted to be, "Just moved in recently, actually. It's definitely a change of pace from Phoenix.." A shiver went down his spine when she stepped closer, an aching need to reach out and hold her hand that he could only stop by pressing his fingers deeper into his pockets. "I loved the show! I thought you were brilliant up there.. Never seen anything like it." It was true. She had stolen his breath away from the moment she stepped onto that stage, and he was sure he'd never want to give it back.

“Moonbeam’s cute.” Star couldn’t help that the corners of her mouth lifted up slightly, holding in a laugh at the wink he attempted, amused by his attempts at flirting with her. It needed some work, for sure, but there was a certain charm to how genuine he was, how open. It reminded her of how she used to be, before walls and weapons and wars. Before everything she dealt with now, which she was meant to be continuing and solidifying.

She watched him carefully, studying his movements, how he shifted. “Thanks,” she hummed, taking another step, a real smile lifting her lips now, small but clear. She didn’t know what it was, what exactly urged her to close the distance between them. Most likely the same thing that forced her to keep her hands behind her back so she wouldn’t do something stupid like place them on him as she leaned in and murmured, “If you liked that, you should see us when we’re really in our element.” Star inhaled — a mistake, clearly, as the scent of cologne and the blood in his veins mixed. Her eyes darkened slightly, and she leaned back.

“You still got my scarf on you, Moonbeam?” Her voice was low, playful and teasing. A safer option to explore than whatever magnetism was keeping her in his orbit, begging her to see how his skin felt under hers.

"Is it really? I always thought it was cheesy, or something.." Michael shrugged, shifting back and forth on his feet as he looked at her. The story was always one that made his mom smile in private when she told it, but wince whenever it was brought up in front of his father. He always hated him for it, always hated how easily he managed to snuff out that fire in his mom's eyes, so despite his own misgivings with the name, he could still appreciate it. To have someone else acknowledge it as good felt like a victory in its own right.

Shaking off the memory lane his mind brought him down, his attention honed in on Star and her movement, the smile on his face twitching into something uncertain, yet excited all the same to see where this would lead. "You're welcome." He breathed, swallowing the spit in his mouth. He hadn't had an adrenaline rush like this in a while.. Riding his bike was more grounding than most people would assume, and he certainly wasn't doing something stupid like jumping off a bridge anytime soon. But here, with a girl he couldn't help but admire, he found his heart racing. "I'm sure it'd be just as.. enchanting as tonight was." It felt like the truth, how could anything top what he had seen on that stage?

His eyes widened at the mention of her scarf, his head nodding as he pulled it out from where he had kept it, holding it out to her. "Here," He smiled, "I haven't had a catch that good since high school.. Was it impressive?"

“It’s a little bit cheesy, but that’s not a bad thing.” This time. Star wasn’t super fond of cheesiness in general, but he managed to make it so endearing. He seemed so sweet, which was something she hadn’t experienced in awhile. Santa Carla wasn’t known for its friendliness, and she’d gotten into more scrapes than she could count on two hands before she’d even landed in the city. She was supposed to be smarter than this, smarter than being charmed by this boy and his antics.

And yet.

He was lightning in and of itself, had struck her before she’d even realized what was happening. Now she felt like she was on fire, burning up even if all she was doing was standing and speaking to him. She couldn’t help that tiny smile that graced her lips when he spoke of enchantment; if there was one way to warm her up, it was by complimenting the band’s music. She took the scarf, her grin almost serpentine as she loosely tossed it around her shoulders.

“Why?” she asked, taking another step in towards him. “Did you want to impress me?” She tilted her head, studying, listening. She could hear his heartbeat, how it flew inside his chest. A gleam ran through her eyes at the sound.

Star returned her gaze to Michael as she softly hummed, “What else can you do?”

"I'm glad, then.. Usually people laugh when I tell them about it." Michael smiled, almost certainly taking on a cheesy smile without realizing as he looked at her. He couldn't help it, the fact that she was even entertaining him right now was more than enough to have his heart skipping a beat. She was almost otherworldly in his mind, someone he was entirely undeserving of talking to.. Yet here she was, smiling at him, like he was something worth paying attention to. If his face was burning the longer the conversation went, he didn't want to pay it any mind.

He couldn't even begin to imagine he was having a similar effect on her, his mind far too caught up in the way she was stepping closer, a breathlessness taking over before he could stop it. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts, mentally cursing his inability to speak without either thinking every single word through or blurting out the first thing on his mind.. "Of course I did." And it seemed his mind had chosen the latter, with the way his eyes widened after saying it. "I mean- It's not a crime to wanna impress you, is it? In fact, I'd be more surprised if people didn't try to do so more often- What am I saying?-" He couldn't stop rambling, his eyes darting to the side to avoid looking at her properly.

At her second question, he paused, rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugged once more. "I mean, I ride..? Bikes, I mean. And I work out, not to flex." It took a lot of self restraint to not flex those muscles of his, finally bringing his gaze back to hers. "How about you? Anything besides being the best singer I've ever seen?" Again, flirting wasn't his strong suit. But he delivered every word with a sort of genuineness that most people would never.

#tlb rp #star light — star bright #wanttobelongtosomeone #// I AM SOOOOO HYPE RN AH AH AHHHHHHHH THEY’RE PRECIOUS #// oh we are SO LOCKED IN FOR THEM/SILLY #// that’s so freaking sweet. the lucy-michael relationship means so much to me 🥺#// also excuse star she’s a down bad wreck and idk where why when or HOW we got here but we did 💀💀💀

Goddamn it. Star’s walls were beginning to crumble, and he seemed to be chipping away at them without even trying. She should’ve been stronger, should’ve remembered something — anything — like that he was supposed to be her first, that she was supposed to be taking that pretty little neck into her mouth and piercing it to earn her new fangs forever. Instead, all she could think about was how she only wanted to keep talking to him, listening to him, learning about him.

A smirk crossed her lips at his admittance, and she told him, “A lot of people try, not a lot of people manage to do it.” She waited a few extra seconds before adding, “So, I guess that makes it more impressive that you did. Though you scaling up the scaffolding like that was pretty hot, too.” She spoke casually — more for him than for herself. She didn’t want his heart to burst, even if she was better at playing it cool than he was. She’d had plenty of practice, after all. Amazingly enough, a small part of her wasn’t fixated on maintaining the distanced image she always put up to keep people away, the dazzling star that burned so bright she blinded everyone in her path. She was, for once, more interested in simply being herself. Michael didn’t seem to mind this version of her so much.

Star laughed, her gaze caught on the muscles he most definitely had. “I didn’t know you were such a stud,” she teased, her sarcasm more playful, no bite behind it. “I write songs,” she told him. “I’m shit on guitar, currently. If you ever want your ear pierced or a tattoo, I can do that too.” She neared him again, running her fingers along his arm, clearly flirtatious as she hummed, “Might look good on you. Everything else seems to.”

She should have already done it, made a mess of him, gotten it over with. She tried to convince herself that she should at least try, and came up short.

“What do you say, Moonbeam? You feeling like getting into something new tonight?”

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"Is this the face of a man who looks happy to be here."

Was someone pointing a gun at you when this was taken? Jesus Christ.

"Yeah. Look at the vampire that's cut off and you'll see who's holding me hostage."

“Oh. Nevermind, looks like you’re right where you wanna be. Let me guess, he convinced you to try the triangle out? How’s that working out for you, Moonbeam?”

"Hey?? No?? I don't want to be here?? Him convincing me would've been much nicer than what he was doing, which was forcing me. It's going as terrible as I expected it would go, I told him I wasn't meant for the instrument life.."

“Things you definitely should’ve thought about before joining a vampire band, Michael. You gotta pick up an instrument sometime, even if that instrument is your voice. Besides, David told me you weren’t so bad on guitar. You’re definitely not Van Halen on the triangle, though — ”

"I didn't think I'd actually be joining! I thought that.. you know.. they'd let me backstage and I could hang out, not that I'd have to perform! I've never been good with my hands, and my voice is barely together on a good day, so I don't think I'd be able to do anything right for the band.. I don't really mind guitar, but that's Marko's thing, you know? I really should just be muscle for the group, or something.."

“So you wanted to be a groupie. Or a security guard? Come on now, Moonbeam. You gotta earn your keep around here, you know. And luckily for you, I know a kick ass song writer who’s in desperate need of a writing session. Think that’s something you can handle? Or should we bust out the triangle again?”

".. Well you don't need to put it like that.. What's so bad about being a groupie, anyway? I'm still participating in some way! But I'm not sure how much I'd be of help.. I don't want to go on the triangle again though. Would this song writer be okay with me saying random things and hoping they land?"

“How would you like me to put it then, hm? Nothing’s wrong with being a groupie, all I’m saying is the band is where the action’s at. I have a feeling you’re gonna do fine as long as a triangle’s not involved. This song writer is… open to the idea, as long as the random things you say are real. We’re gonna need a pen and paper, and then you can try a few lines. Okay?”

".. I.. don't actually know. But it feels like an insult somehow?? I don't really need in on any of the action, honestly.. Just watching has always been more than enough. And please, I never want to touch a triangle again.. Why would a rock band even need a triangle anyway?? And I swear I'll try my best to say some good lines.. for this songwriter. I can grab some paper, you grab the pen?"

“Alright, alright. You are something else, Emerson. Literally every single time I try to pin you down, here you go, surprising me again. Enough triangle talk — let’s write. Pen’s up — you got the paper? Cause I’m about ready to hear some mind blowing lyrics. I mean — this songwriter is.”

"What can I say, I like being full of surprises. It keeps you on your toes, doesn't it? I have to say, I haven't written something properly in.. forever. Writing was never my strongsuit, I was always better with hands on stuff.. I have the paper! I just hope this songwriter will enjoy what I have on the mind.."

“Yeah, it does. Kinda fun, actually. Oh, I’m pretty confident she will. Okay, looks like we’re ready. I’m sure you can handle the writing, but… I’m kinda curious about your hands on method now. Show me what you mean. If you don’t mind.”

"That's all I can hope for.. That this stays fun. I guess we'll have to see if her opinion changes.. And ah? I've never heard of hands on songwriting, but I guess I could always try something new.. Since you're the expert, would you mind showing me the way?"

#tlb rp #star light — star bright #wanttobelongtosomeone #// i know I should be spacing these out but my brain is rotted through for them and i have zero self control so. I’m sorry. 😭😭😭

“I think it will. We’re off to a pretty good start already, if that’s anything. Oh, hands on songwriting is new for me too, so I guess we’ll be figuring it out together. I’m up for the challenge if you are. Okay — stand right there, and I’m gonna stand right here. This isn’t too close, is it? Tell me if this is too close — ”

You will be at your absolute lowest, and then here comes a blonde to fuck everything up even more.

I need a cigarette.

"This is true. The damn blonde messes everything up. Maybe we can smoke about it together?" Ignore the fact he will definitely be coughing up his lungs.

“If you wanted to smoke me out, Emerson, all you had to do was ask. Come on — you’re buying. Anyways, what’d he do to you?”

"Ha, didn't know if I would be allowed to or not.. But fine, anything for a noble cause. And what didn't he do? I feel like it's something new everyday.."

“Ooo, allowed? You’re so proper, god. That’s what I wanted to hear. Cigs are pretty cheap, anyways. Hopefully this won’t break your piggy bank wide open. Ah — yeah. He’s… yeah. Whatever. Not my problem, or yours. Not our problem. Not right now.”

"What? It's not like it's polite to intrude somewhere you're not invited, even if I'm not.. fully a vampire, it's a good principal. And yeah, I'll be able to afford it, do you think I'm that broke? Exactly, we shouldn't let him ruin our night. Let's have fun!"

“Well, would you look at that. Half vampires do have manners. Who knew? Not broke, just not flashy. You’re not flashy. There’s a difference, Emerson. Anyways, I still need my nicotine, but I’m all in for a fun night. You wanna go for a ride too? I know a spot you might like, but it’ll take forever to walk there. Or we could just… go to the pier.”

"You say that like you don't.. Don't tell me you go around giving us a bad reputation, or something. And that's fair, I guess.. Although it's pretty easy to not be flashy when you consider the company we're usually around. I'm down for anything, honestly.. A ride, the pier, as long as we're together I don't mind where we go or what we do."

#star light — star bright #wanttobelongtosomeone #tlb rp #// that’s real asf honestly 😭#// and star’s a bit obsessed with giving him shit like she’s not HOH for him so dkdkskksks

“I do. Have manners, I mean. Our reputation is sparkling, we’re the most proper half vampires on the block, come on now. Yeah, I wouldn’t be quick to go throwing anything super valuable in anybody’s face. Mm, you’re sappy tonight. You feeling alright, Michael? Don’t get me wrong, it’s cute, but I wanna know why. A ride and the pier, then. More time together… or something like that.”

pete-from-videomax

uh, i think someone stole your cardboard cut out. wasn’t e.t. standing over there, like, an hour ago?

( @lightningbolted )

Oh gosh dang it! Ooo I’m going to get it for that. Thanks - err- Star, was it?

That’s me, yeah. And you’re Pete, right? Anyways — anything you wanna keep around here, lock it up or bolt it to the floor. Santa Carla’s not really known for being warm and fuzzy, y’know?

pete-from-videomax

I’m Pete, yeah. Max really liked that cutout. If I could nail down cardboard I would, trust me. Did you see which way they went?

#star light — star bright #pete from videomax #tlb rp

Down the street, to the left. You gonna go knock some sense into them? There’s a pipe I passed on my way here that could be pretty helpful, if that’s what you’re gonna do.

// zero self control wins again! human!star au side blog is live @aliveinoverdrive

#locals only #// my clown shoes are squeaking SO LOUD right now but who gaf why nottttttttt #// also if you all associate songs with your muses HMUUU let’s talk MUSICCCC #// alright ciao for now mwah

// quick responses are done 🥳 now hmu to plot or if you want a longer starter 🫶🏽

#locals only #// productivity bug finally hit let’s goooooo

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nocturnalpolaroid

@lightningbolted | Continued from here

“Yeah, well, that’s ‘cause I can’t be, these nights.”

Her nose twitched at the smell of the cigarettes, but she’d tolerate it for the time being. The girl seemed nice, and for a moment, Val was slightly envious. The care she put into her makeup and her locs was admirable. Her own close-shorn cut could barely hold a candle - or, in this case, a lighter - to the woman standing next to her.

“Santa Carla’s been a home for all the freaks and weirdos, so I gotta be on my toes, anyway.” At once, she realized her fumble. She didn’t mean to say it like that. Immediately, she turned and gave a casual - and slightly apologetic - smile to the stranger.

“Not that I think you’re one of ‘em.”

#tlb rp #star light — star bright #nocturnalpolaroid #// oh i’m OBSESSED with that!!!!

Star inhaled, tilting her head up to blow the smoke out towards the sky rather than the girl she sat with. Her rough edges were still accompanied by a few manners; she hadn’t lost herself completely to this town just yet. She noted the nose twitch and shifted her cigarette to the hand that was farthest away from the space between them, flicking her lighter before she took another drag.

“Oh no,” Star hummed back, her dark eyes glittering amusedly, “I am.” A half freak. A half weirdo. Still fighting, still struggling against herself.

“It’s not so bad once you get used to it.”

A joke, something to lighten the mood. The constant war that raged within her was exhausting; would it be so bad enjoy herself for a few minutes before the hunger rose again, or her conscience with it? She returned her attention to the girl, deftly slipping her lighter back into her pocket. She was striking — pretty eyes and a relaxed smile. Still, the warning bells that constantly rang in her head sounded off on cue as she said, “I didn’t get your name.”

pete-from-videomax

uh, i think someone stole your cardboard cut out. wasn’t e.t. standing over there, like, an hour ago?

( @lightningbolted )

Oh gosh dang it! Ooo I’m going to get it for that. Thanks - err- Star, was it?

#tlb rp #star light — star bright #the lost boys rp #pete from video max

That’s me, yeah. And you’re Pete, right? Anyways — anything you wanna keep around here, lock it up or bolt it to the floor. Santa Carla’s not really known for being warm and fuzzy, y’know?

And if I shaved off all my hair? What then?

You might be able to pull it off.

I'm thinking I could bedazzle my bald head.

Now that is an interesting idea. You should throw some chains on top too, really make it sparkle.

MMM maybe I'll even make it glow.

Mm, that’d be sick. What color? You gonna chuck some paint up there too?

Yeah, I'm thinking neon purple probably. Maybe I'll buy fancy hats too on the days I don't wanna do all that bedazzling work.

#tlb rp #star light — star bright #midnight motor

I’ve got a couple scraps that might look good on some hats if you want a bit of extra shimmer. Sounds like you’re gonna go full disco ball already, though —

how much for this one? it looks a little faded. do you guys have anything new?

( @lightningbolted )

“Oh yikes, I’m sorry about that! Let me check in the back!”

Rowan heads to the storage room for a minute or so and comes back with something brand new. She slides it across the front counter.

“That’s gonna be eight dollars. You can keep the messed up one too if you want! I mean it’s obviously not gonna sell any time soon.”

Star inspects the album, giving a nod before sliding the cash over the countertop to Rowan.

“Thanks,” she hums, slipping both albums into the bag hanging on her shoulder. She peers around the store, until her eyes catch on a poster hanging on one of the walls.

“Is that for sale too?”

It would look good in the Iron Works, she thought, fit perfectly with the haunted vibe the place had going on. The boys might like it too — it was worth a shot in her opinion, and a much safer misstep if she got it wrong than the reckless tendencies that had landed her in with them in the first place.

“Hm?” Rowan’s eyes landed on the poster on the wall, “Oh, that’s just for decoration. But we keep extras just in case they get messed up.”

The witch reached under the counter—ridden with carvings of various sigils and symbols—and pulled out an identical poster, rolled up and secured with a rubber band.

“I can throw this in for a couple of bucks. Boss won’t mind. As long as we’re making money, yknow?”

Star’s face softened slightly. It wasn’t exactly extra work, but she didn’t have to make the exception. Santa Carla wasn’t exactly known for its friendliness, and she’d almost forgotten that not everyone in the outside world held a weapon she couldn’t see. Not everyone was poised to strike.

“Thank you,” Star said quietly, rifling through her bag and pulling out two fives.

“Keep the change, uh…” her eyes narrowed slightly as she squinted down at a name tag, “… Rowan.”

She didn’t even know if that was legal (they were in a record store, not a restaurant), but it felt like the least she could do at the moment.

“That’s enough for the poster though, right?”

“Thanks! That- that’s more than enough,” Rowan smiled, dividing the change into the impromptu tip jar (a pint glass stolen from the dive bar across town). They weren’t technically supposed to have one—it was more of a take a penny leave a penny situation—but her boss never checked, and so what if her and her coworkers decided they deserved a little something extra?

Rowan glanced down at her own name tag, then back at the other woman, “Can I ask your name? I just- I could swear I’ve seen you somewhere before. Yknow, out and about.”

Star gave one last nod, all set to turn tail and head back home, but she paused at the next question she was asked.

“Probably at the boardwalk,” was what came out of her mouth, accompanied by an easy going shrug.

“I’m Star.”

She extended her hand for a shake.

“If they ever let you out of here, you should come see a show. The band is pretty good, and I’d say that even if I wasn’t in it.”

She was proud of her boys and the music they made, proud of herself and her music as well. Being on that stage was as close to magic as she could get nowadays, and she didn’t miss the opportunity to share it. Star slid the poster into her bag, humming, “They do let you out of here, right? I’ve heard the comic book store a few blocks over runs a pretty tight ship, barely any time to go out and explore.”

“Star!” Rowan shook her hand, “it’s nice to meet you. And yeah, those kids run that shop like the navy, but don’t worry my boss is very lenient. I’m like, one of three people on staff that can actually make sales, so he basically lets me do whatever I want.” She brushed imaginary dust off of her shoulders before leaning casually on the counter.

“The band…” Rowan looked at Star for a moment before letting out a gasp and a wide smile, “Of course! You’re in the band! I’ve seen you guys play before! A couple times actually—that’s why I recognize you!”

She had started tapping on the wooden counter—fidgeting with whatever she could, “You guys are seriously awesome,” Rowan straightened up, “Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a groupie or anything—that’s not the case. I just tend to, uh, ramble. I’ve been told.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Strange, I guess I should’ve placed you earlier. I thought you looked familiar.”

Her fingers ran along the strap of her bag, up and down a few times in a mindless rhythm. It was always easier to move — she’d ran her entire life, but if she wasn’t going to bolt, then she needed something to ground her. More often than not, smaller actions managed to keep her calm enough.

Star snorted next, amused.

“Yeah. The Frogs are… intense.” To say the least. Their affinity for killing vampires was just one of the many reasons she tended to steer clear of the brothers.

“No, you’re good,” she said immediately, with a quick shake of her hand. “David’s ego wouldn’t be able to fit through the door if he heard you say that, but I appreciate it. Seriously, thank you — we’ve… had a lot of time to get our sound to where we want it to be.” A small smile lit up her face.

“Are you doing anything when your shift’s up?”

Rowan recognized the fidgeting, the need to always be moving, and smiled to herself. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stay in one place for too long.

She laughed at the comment about David, thinking back on her past interactions with him. Thinking about what that meant about Star… Rowan didn’t say anything. It would be rude to assume. She rocked back and forth on her feet, holding the counter for stability.

“Nope! Other than a very important appointment with the joint in my bag, I’m totally free after work.”

“Damn. That sounds like a great night.”

Star barely held back a sigh. Though she loved performing, there wasn’t much she wouldn’t give for a real night off, a cigarette between her lips and absolutely nothing to do. There was surprisingly little down time in her life currently, though she supposed she’d have eternity to relax, if she managed to pluck up the courage to finish what she’d started. Star fiddled with the edge of her poster, looking back up at Rowan.

“You should come out tonight, hang out before the show starts. I’ll keep the boys in check if they’re around, I promise.”

Rowan smiled at the invitation. She’d built a little life for herself in Santa Carla in the short amount of time she’d been there, but there were always quiet and lonely times—sometimes more often than not.

“Yeah, I’d love to hang!” She tapped her fingers on the counter idly and glanced up at the clock on the wall, “I’m honestly just counting down the minutes till I get to lock this place up.”

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“Awesome,” Star grinned back. As much as she loved her boys, it would be great to hang out with another girl, even if it was just for a little while before their show started.

“Show starts at nine, but I’m usually on the boardwalk by eight. Here,” she rustled around in her bag again, tearing off a scrap of paper from one of the many notebooks and scribbling out directions to a spot she frequented. She held it out to Rowan, excitement glittering in her gaze.

“I’ll see you later, then. Yeah?”

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have you seen my scarf? i’ve looked everywhere for it, i can’t find it.

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𝕳aven’t seen it, Star. Neither have I seen any of the boys with it…You could’ve just always left it somewhere else outside of Coronado-Or maybe an overly eager fan took it with ‘em after the last show. Either option is possible-Well, anything lost is bound to be found eventually, right?

Damn it. David, it’s my favorite. Are you sure you haven’t seen it anywhere? I swear to God if I find it in with any of their clothes, I’m gonna kill — whatever. It’s fine. You’re right, it’ll probably turn up eventually. Could you… keep an eye out for it, though? Please? Just in case it floats by or something. You know how I am about lost things.

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𝕴 do know how you are, Star…If I had seen it I would’ve told you. There’s no use in hiding it or lying about it…Not when it causes you so much unnecessary distress and frustrations…I got you. We’ll find it eventually together…If it takes a while we still will. It’ll turn up. Lost things always do…go where they’re meant to be in the end-I’ll keep my eyes out for you til then.