– thank you for the music.

change really wasn’t something Spencer enjoyed, honestly, if he could keep his life exactly the same, he would, yet, change was necessary to be human. moving was necessary to be…happy, safe. kat wouldn’t leave him alone if he was somewhere she could find him. his mother would never truly be safe. spencer really hoped things would be different in woodshore, he could leave…everything that happened to him behind. 

right now, he was sat in the quietest area of the plant sanctuary, taking moment for himself to take in the different scents of each plants, see which ones calmed him most and which he didn’t truly like. “you know…” he sighs, mostly to himself but to anyone near by, “theres a flower that blooms every four to six years for approximately twenty four to forty eight hours, and it is called the worst smelling flower in the world. it’s called the titan arum, the corpse flower.” he reaches out to gently touch the petal of a flower. “the scent of all flowers are spread throughout parts of their petals, its not the pollen that gives them that scent.”’

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there was something to be said for wishing — wishing for life to be different, wishing for better luck. it was the embodiment of hope not yet lost, goals that are still impossibly attainable. communications liason had been an unattainable goal for a moment, wishing that she’d be freed of her small pennsylvania town; woodshore had granted her that wish. it had granted her more than she’d asked in the promise of made family. 

location : woodshore public library  @woodshorestarters​

taylor was doing an essay on ancient egypt for her class so she decided to go to the public library to check out some books on the subject . she was sitting at a table with a paper pen and books studying and writing her essay . “with in the time period of ancient egypt there was several time periods during those time . hmm does that sound right ?“ she looks back between her writing and the book

it was late, nearly closing time for the golden lion, an authentic ‘irish’ pub with an authentic irishman behind the bar. sean had been given the keys to lock up, a sign of trust after some cash had mysteriously gone missing from the till last week - that wasn’t him, though, he didn’t piss in the cup he drank from. looking up from where he was refilling bottles, he spotted a figure in the doorway and something inside him tensed. a foe, a drunkard, what? sean grasped a bottle just in case before calling out ; “oi, mate, we’re closing,”

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Packing up and moving had been a lot less daunting then the idea of his first day at work. A new job was anxiety inducing for anyone, but when it required one to walk into a police department full of strangers? It could add a little more of an edge. Even if one was doing so as a new detective transfer. Taking in a deep breath and letting the smell of coffee infuse him, Andy let it back out in a slight sigh as he said, “There’s very little a cup of good coffee can’t solve…right?”

    If she hadn’t settled for being a teacher in Woodshore, she might just have worked at the Cupcakery. As it was, she could still visit and she visited often. Probably a little too often, but who could blame her? Clara ordered a red velvet cupcake and some french vanilla flavored coffee before she turned around to take a seat. Almost a little too quickly because she nearly bumped into someone on the way to the seat that she’d been eyeing. Clara took a quick step back and let out a relieved sigh when she didn’t drop her coffee or cupcake. “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t see you there. I didn’t get anything on you, did I?” 

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“I mean, really. A lot of this celebration seems like needless fluff to me. Apart from the liquor, I don’t see much appeal to it. Like… A petting zoo. That seems a bit excessive, wouldn’t you say?” Nines muttered as he lounged on the beach, pinching the bridge of his nose. The drumming beat of the live music seemed to echo, even despite how far away from the action he remained.

location : the haunted bookshop @woodshorestarters​

phoebe was sitting in a chair in the bookshop . with she had all her letters in one pile , a bunch of paper stack on one of each other in another , with all her notes  in a third pile  and the books she was checking out safely on her lap the other half of the table was free in case anyone else needed it . sometime she got letters about usual stuff so what better place to get information from then a haunted bookshop or so they say on topics related to what she would call her supernatural letter usual advice letters or if the letter involves haunting things or topics . she had take notes from the books and was also doing part of her job which was writing advice letters back which when she goes back to her office she would put her response letters into a newpaper .she was in a middle of writing her response for a letter when she heard haunting whispers she looks up and around and finds nothing so she goes back to work .

( dirt consistently stuck under the fingernails, veins that are more liquor than blood, hiding away artifacts that the world should not find ) –– && it looks like marion ravenwood has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from indiana jones ). although known as an ARCHAEOLOGIST’S DAUGHTER back home, here they are a twenty eight year old bar tender/amateur journalist, known to be PERCEPTIVE, but HEADSTRONG. they were coaxed here with the promise of ADVENTURES LIKE NO OTHER BEFORE. they remember INDY LEAVING HER TIED UP FOR BELLOQ TO FIND. — rachel weisz.

( a stable & clunky red ford truck, cabinets that are comfortable full of food & the sounds of someone in the kitchen, a grey sky that traps as much as it protects ) –– && it looks like isabella bella swan has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from twilight ). although known as a MAGNET FOR DANGER back home, here they are an eighteen year old student, known to be COMPASSIONATE, but OBSTINATE. they were coaxed here with the promise of PROOF THAT HER DREAMS ARE REAL. they remember JAMES SINKING HIS FANGS INTO HER FOREARM, BURNING PAIN COURSING THROUGH HER VEINS. — natalia dyer.

( adjusting the grip on your lightsabers after your master has scolded you for the third time today, impulsive plans that only the best soldiers can keep up with, fighting for the thrill and to defend the people who deserve peace ) –– && it looks like ahsoka tano has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from star wars ). although known as a NOBODY back home, here they are a thirty three year old lieutenant general, known to be LIONHEARTED, but ARROGANT.  they were coaxed here with the promise of DUAL WHITE LIGHTSABERS. they remember REFUSING TO RETURN TO THE JEDI ORDER. — jessica lucas.

( the scars of a war mark dirtied skin though she has never seen a day in battle, a piece of kyber hanging haphazardly from a worn cord, and finding hope in death when all else is lost ) –– && it looks like jyn erso has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from star wars ). although known as STARDUST back home, here they are a thirty six year old law enforcement skills trainer, known to be LOYAL, but SPITEFUL. they were coaxed here with the promise of FEELING AT HOME. they remember TRANSMITTING THE SIGNAL THAT WILL SAVE THE GALAXY. — felicity jones. 

( an angel with the dust of the stars in her eyes, the whisper of a broom against cobble floors, a needle pulling thread through a worn apron ) –– && it looks like ella has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from disney’s live action cinderella ). although known as a CINDER SWEEP back home, here they are a twenty two year old seamstress, known to be IMAGINATIVE, but OVERLY TRUSTING. they were coaxed here with the promise of A NIGHT TO DO AS SHE PLEASES. they remember THE PRINCE FINDING HER. — lily james.