𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

ellie  could  remember  every  second  of  what  had  happened  to  her.  she  had  been  doodling  what  she  had  seen  within  her  head  during  those  times,  that  presence  that  had  taken  over  her.  a  demon.  a  thing  that  had  possessed  her.  it  wasn't  a  nice  drawing  by  any  means.  it  was  pretty  horrific.  she  looked  up  when  she  noticed  somebody  who  might  have  seen.  “hey.  i  uh…  i  have  a  bit  of  a  morbid  creativity.”  ellie  mused  with  a  nervous  smile  as  she  shut  her  sketchbook. 

"there's beauty in the macabre." said tanya, arms politely crossed behind her back as she examined the drawing, glancing up at her with a glint in her eye. "a lot of it, actually." she said, exhaling. she'd always admired those with gifts -- it seemed the woman before her had quite a way with pen and paper. she gave her a smile, earnest warmth from the vampire. she knew an ability to translate the grotesque into art didn't come from nowhere. "do you draw a lot of scary things?"

“you  have  a  truly  beautiful  voice.”  evie  complimented  with  a  warm  smile.  “that's  an  incredible  talent!”  she  herself  loved  to  sing,  that  much  was  clear  to  all  that  knew  her.  “do  you  make  music?  as  in…  put  it  out  there  for  other  people  to  hear  or  do  you…  keep  that  to  yourself?”  she  questioned,  curious  if  the  other  was  spreading  that  talent  or  keeping  it  to  herself. 

well, wasn't that ironic? were she not in washington rather than back in a world where she was openly miley, openly hannah, miley would've basked in the praise. here, she stiffened. she didn't have the support system she did back home. so, the secret was stuffed right in her gut. she shook her head, waving her hand dismissively. "what? me? no, never... instruments are allergic to me, i think." she joked, grinning. she tilted her head to the side as she glanced over the girl's hair, though. "speaking of beauty, though, your hair's the most gorgeous shade of blue i didn't even know existed. suits you like crazy."

“ Well , that’s good . I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to go all by myself . “ Mark’s eyes settled on the young man as soon as he replied to him . He could tell that he wasn’t like everyone else . That much was clear , as soon as he looked at him , but that was fine . He wasn’t like everyone else , either , and never had been , as he knew . “ What ? You’re the mystery solving type ? “ Mark questioned .

"nah, i got you, man," he said, giving him a short nod and sliding his hands into his pockets. been here this long and still hadn't really found a coffee he could overly tolerate. cops didn't know much of anything in billy's perspective, but they did know their coffee. "been trying to find a good coffee spot here for years." a mystery solver? billy loomis? absolutely not, but the irony of the thought didn't get lost on him. he was no gale weathers or investigative randy meeks. he grinned, shaking his head. "not really, i leave that to the professionals but i do like to hear about 'em."

morgan  was  much  like  her  dad  in  the  way  she  favoured  tech.  she  had  all  sorts  of  electronic  devices  and  thus  all  forms  of  chargers.  “you  asked  the  right  person!”  she  teased  with  a  nod  of  her  head.  “i  actually  have  all  sorts  of  chargers  so…  can  i  see  what  you  need?”  she  questioned,  nodding  towards  the  phone.  “kinda  hard  to  tell  when  you're  waving  it  about.”  morgan  pointed  out  with  a  shrug.  she  grabbed  her  backpack  and  pulled  out  her  bag  of  chargers.  “i'm  not  going  to  say  no  to  a  free  pastry,  thank  you.  appreciate  that!”  she  mused  with  a  grin. 

blair was, frankly, severely underestimating what she might find in a coffee shop. someone with a spare charger, maybe, not a whole kit bag of them. she gaped at her openly, mouth opening a little bit and shutting. the girl was overprepared for... what, exactly? blair frankly admired that. she was impressed. the girl had a point, so she stopped waving the phone around. "a usb-c to... honestly, i don't know. here, you probably know better." she said, offering the stranger the phone to gauge the charger it needed. "i'm not super tech-savvy..." she trailed off, her head tilting to the side, curiosity alight. "of course, just tell me what you're in the mood for and i'll get it for you." she said, then after a pause, continued. "lucky me, but, uh, what do you carry all those chargers around for?"

@sanctimoniouz (miley)

that dress looked like it was made for her. miley spluttered while she sipped her chai latte, eyes wide. "alex, you need to get that." she said, and then instantly reached for her own bag. "matter of fact, no you don't, i'm getting it for you. don't even try and argue with me, i still owe you a birthday gift and that dress fits you like a glove, girl."

"god , these actors are so fucking awful . almost makes me wanna toy with them during filming , y'know ? make them shit themselves , keep 'em on edge until they get their shit together . literal y figuradamente ." a hand goes to wipe at his face in exhaustion , looking up at the ceiling before taking a sip of his bourbon . he lifts it toward the other person with a sly grin . "you agree , right ?" before the other can answer , valentino chuckles darkly . "of course you do , you know i'm right ."

oh, thank fuck someone else said it first. sharpay was absolutely baffled at the spectacle before her. the acting was horrifically bad. "i mean, i wasn't gonna say anything but i want to sew my eyeballs shut it was so bad, oh my god." the blonde sounded in awe -- in awe that these shitheads could get cast in anything and she was somehow still scrambling to get her foot in the door. "talk about flatness. there's no chemistry there, i don't see it, i don't buy it, it's horse shit and you have your work cut out for you to have them acting right." then, she pointed at the bourbon. "where'd you get that? i need me some after bearing witness to that."

He could see her uneasiness and fully understood why. "If it makes you feel safer, both of my parents are vamps. I have some vamp abilities if you want proof." Connor offers with arms open. He had a heartbeat and he'd understand any vampire not believing him. Hell, his own father was struggling to believe him so why wouldn't a stranger. "Do you know if there would be any side effects if one type of vamp would try to turn a different type of vamp?"

a child of... two vampires somehow. not half vampire half human. was that what he was? the proximity to her own family's history in regards to those, the irina of it all, had tanya's stomach sinking. but she wasn't in a snowy field anymore, and the volutri weren't here. her eyes shut, and she processed it. "i did not know two vampires could have children, i suppose... my kind can't." she admitted, frowning. she guessed it explained the heartbeat with the smell that was distinct from any she'd come across. "depends on what you mean. what types are we talking about?"

Gwen smiles politely and nods softly. "You do have a good point there. I know I need to go easier on myself. It's just hard not to go on thought tangents now that I have my real memories back." She explains before looking back up to him at his next question. She gives a bit of an awkward chuckle as if she is almost embarrassed about it. "It's not a bad job, and the pay is something I'd never complain about, but... I'm a scientist, and that's what I absolutely love doing. But for some reason, without my memories, I ended up in ... modeling."

"your real memories, huh? what's that been like?" being here for as long as he had, billy was no stranger to hearing about the people who went without their memories for a while. it was always an interesting social experiment to see just how removed their choices felt from their original life now. he figured if he didn't have his memories, he'd make the exact same fuck-ups from before. "oh, shit. a scientist and a model? i mean, who's to say you can't do some modeling on the side while you look for a job as a scientist, right? what kinda science you do?"

callie still can't believe her professor . . . a 'd' on her last case study assignment ? she'd spent almost all night on it ! she knew the answers like the back of her hand , and it was related to juvy and the prison system . how on earth could he have given her a fucking 'd' ?! she'd gone to the local cafe and just sat at the long leather couch , soon resting her head against the backrest as she wracked her brain to try and figure out which questions she'd answered incorrectly . it's only when she feels someone sit beside her that she looks up . "oh , um , i-i'm so sorry ," she apologizes , hastily grabbing her bag . "if you need this spot , i can totally . . . just get out of your way ."

never one for understanding basic socialization conventions, just plopping down next to a stranger was misty's way of striking up conversation with people that seemed to be around her age. she gave the girl a shake of her head, and lifted a bag with two croissants in it. "no, no, you're good, you're good. they just gave me an extra one since they're wrapping up for the day," she said, nodding to the register. "you want it?"

this  wasn't  where  gwen  was  meant  to  end  up.  she  was  seeking  out  miles,  preparing  to  help  him  against  miguel  and  everything  and  instead?  she  ended  up  here.  without  her  watch,  without  any  of  her  friends.  gwen  wanted  to  find  answers  but  with  no  way  of  getting  out?  of  no  way  of  finding  them?  she  had  to  settle.  “hey,  i'm  looking  for  band  members."  gwen  explained,  holding  out  a  flyer.  “i'm  a  drummer  so  y'know,  need  all  the  other  members  to  make  it  a  decent  band!”  she  smiled.  “fancy  it?  or…  if  not…”  she  shrugged,  clearing  her  throat.  “don't  suppose  you  know  where  we  are?”

a band. iris couldn't really believe it. she couldn't wrap her head around the thought that anyone would come up to her and think that she had any of the style or prowess that could ever be in a band, honestly -- but she was flattered, immensely so. she shot the girl a shy smile, clutching the flyer between her fingers. "i don't play any instruments," she admitted, sheepish. "but i'd love to check out your band when you do have one, i've always wanted to see a live concert.. or rehearsals. anything at all." then, her brows knitted together, glancing at the street sign. "we're in louisiana avenue, aren't we?"