her stories...

        SINCE THE RETURN OF HIS MEMORIES there had been no such calm in romeo’s days. his mind seems to be constantly racing, anxiety holding his heart in a firm grasp, and his eyes never ceasing to look upon the faces of strangers in the hopes that they might meet HERS. the aquarium seemed to be the only place which offered him some sort of peace, it was as if he too were floating beneath the waves and the world seemed to stop; it was so soothing that he wasn’t even certain who he was seeing when he came across another. “ more beautiful words i have not heard in …. ” his voice trailed off to be lost through the glass-lined passageways, the man of verona turning his gaze to the woman who appeared almost ghost-like in the dim lighting and yet she could not be mistaken for his heart could not forget. “ … in a while. if my eyes do deceive me then i CURSE them to be plucked out. ”

There were people passing through, voices carrying nearby, even if they weren’t in the same viewing area. Yet the one that stood out was soft and gentle as it reached her ears exactly. It drowned out the other sounds in a peculiar way. Juliet quickly looked over her shoulder, her dark hair falling from her shoulder, down her back. “That’s one hell of a line...” she says before she finally gets a look at the man who approached her. Why she wasn’t immediately scared away, she’d blame on the poetic way he spoke. She cleared her throat, her cheeks feeling warm, “Sorry, that was...” Weird? Inappropriate? Too forward? “I’m Juliet...” she stood there, eyes wide, practically unable to move simply because she didn’t want to.

The wash of the blue aquarium was so humbling, being submerged in another world completely different than the one humans know to be true. Natural, yet fantastical at the same time. That’s why it was one of her favorite spots, and why she’d highly reccommended that for a couple that planned on getting married there. She could see it happening, getting lost in her day dream as she ghosted her fingers over the glass, wistfully quoting a book, “Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear...”

Mary Jane could hardly sleep these days. It was like everything was constantly moving, like she could feel the Earth spinning. It was like there was nothing she could do to alleviate the overwhelming feeling in her chest. She couldn’t even bring herself to call out a random white woman for telling her black friend ‘I’ve been trying to do my hair like that’. Even lying in bed in the dark could only band-aid that feeling. She got up and threw on a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt, deciding to walk around the resort, instead, while it was quiet. She could feel something calming now, something that called her like a siren going off in her head that covered her like a wave crashing and returning to the sea.  She looked around her, crossing her arms somewhat loosely. A few moments of silence and it seemed like there was no one around. But only when she turned to walk away did she see another person standing there, letting out a yelp of shock before she covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, you scared the shit out of me,” the words poured out of her mouth to the stranger as she rested her hand over her racing heart. 

“Do you think they ever realize that they are making everyone extremly uncomfortable?” Leia asks softly, tilting her head to the couple who was basically eating eachothers faces at the park. “What’s the point of doing that in public?”

Juliet was once looking at the couple with fondness in her eyes, remembering a time when she was that happy. It almost made her heart ache, and it would have completely torn her apart, had not so many years passed. But then it got a little wild between them, to the point where it was dreadfully uncomfortable. “Some people are into that...” she said to the other as she cringed, “The romantic notion of ‘I don’t care who sees’ taken... a couple steps towards the extreme. I’ve definitely seen worse, but yikes.”

“You know you’re doing it wrong, right?” Stefan called to the person across the street. He set his notebook and pen to the side to see what they were doing, and to him, they were doing it completely wrong. “If you move to the right, then it’ll be perfect.” he wasn’t a perfectionist per se, but dammit, he had to say something. @woodshorestarters​

“Ugh, thank you!” Juliet called back as she adjusted the banner one last time before jumping back down onto the ground, huffing as she fixed her dark hair, “I’ve been going back and forth at that for a bit. It’s annoying when you don’t have a second pair of eyes.”

“Okay…I know what you’re thinking…but I promise you…’ Astrid explained slowly, as she stared at the chef making her favorite meal at Chez Licorne, which was their chicken parm. “…I’m not trying to pretend to Darth Vader-choke the guy out. Just that he put a bit too much cheeze on the chicken parm.” @woodshorestarters​

“You can put too much cheese on something?” Mary Jane asked, eyebrows furrowing, “I get you can have too much seasoning, or even worse, too little seasoning, but too much cheese?” What she wouldn’t give for a plate full of two thick slices of New York City pizza with extra cheese dripping onto the paper plate. 

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“you know? a few adjustments, some time alone to think, about ten espresso shots, and a dash of whiskey and a person could really get used to being somewhere completely different.“ tony stated - casually waving himself in and out of the crowd at the rail yard tap. he wasn’t exactly looking for something to drink - but more in hopes of finding a friendly face - or seven - to help him feel less anxious and highly alone.

tony was, after all, a creature of habit and comfort - and when he didn’t have either, he just became a creature of chaos and mock ‘having his shit together’ness. “what say you? agree? or disagree? how do you like it here? you’re good? i’m good. fine. absolutely fine.”

“I mean, I’m not old enough to drink so...” Mary Jane muttered, the headaches of so much happening around her at once making her blink several times as she took a deep breath, as if that would solve all of her pain. “There are worse places to get stuck in, but... yeah, it’s been weird, I’ll tell you that much.”

       Morgan was walking around the city, she had been told she would find her father here, but she had been there for a while and still didn’t find him there. Morgan wasn’t paying attention to where she was walking and bumped into another person “I am so sorry.” Morgan looked up at the other and smiled slightly “I was not paying attention.”

Mary Jane stumbled back a bit at the interruption of her trance. Everything was so loud, so chaotic all over her. Being bumped into was actually exactly what she needed; to stop feeling so lost in everything and actually focus on a real person. “Don’t worry about it,” she shrugged off, “Sometimes fate does funny things like shove a person into you when you’re way too lost in your head.”

( wilting flowers, messy white bedsheets, a sad lark ) –– && it looks like juliet capulet has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from shakespeare ). although known as a THE FALLEN ANGEL back home, here they are an twenty six year old wedding planner, known to be WITTY, but VULNERABLE. they were coaxed here with the promise of A FRESH START. they remember NOTHING OF THEIR OLD LIFE.

( cork boards used to solve mysteries, bright laptops in a dark room, a vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles ) –– && it looks like mary jane watson has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from marvel earth 18119). although known as a THE INSURGENT back home, here they are an eighteen year old student, known to be COMFORTING, but NOSY. they were coaxed here with the promise of FINDING HER MOTHER. they remember BEING ATTACKED BY VENOM.