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open thread. // @classcursestarters

"It's just so tense around here right now..."

aspen wished that she could find peace in the quiet steps that her feet made against the paved road. this wasn't a walk for pleasure though. work was the metaphorical shackles that kept her from running tonight. night patrol was aspen’s least favorite thing to do with her job. not that there was actually any particular favorite thing she could do. her morals and the morals of the other hunters here didn't quite align.

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Savannah watched the whole thing transpire right in front of her. She wasn’t the only one to get a show though, the entire cafe did. Sipping her hot Early Grey tea, she watched as some girl came storming in and started yelling at some guy and then threw his drink on him. Thankfully for the guy, it wasn’t a hot drink, but that might have been more funny. The girl left after some more yelling and the guy went running after her and Sav couldn’t help but laugh. “Well that was the highlight of my day. I wasn’t even paying attention to the yelling though. What’d he do?” She asked to whoever was closest to her.

Taemin let out a quiet breath as he looked through the shelves of the library for some reading material. He was a bit of a reader, but hadn’t been able to actually read anything lately. Damn busy schedule was taking over practically every leisure activity he had. “From the move I’ve managed to lose all of the movies and entertainment that I brought with me. So now the time to myself that I actually scrape together, will be disappointing and remarkably unexciting.”

The music was loud in the club and people were dancing all over the place. Drinks were being served at the bar and some drinks were being brought over to the V.I.P. areas. That was where Malia was, in her own booth with a couple of old ‘friends’. This was the life Malia had left behind to go to Astra and sometimes she missed it. She missed being known by almost everyone, and she also missed the fear that came with her name. In Barcelona, Malia Fieri was a very different person because she was a force to be reckoned with.

Amelia kept her hands laced together as she exited the bar. The vampire had hoped that she would find something or a familar face to keep her company for the night, but she was wrong. If she were honest, she had felt a bit lonely lately. Oliver was now in school for the next month, and Zavier was off doing whatever it was that he did. She felt a bit cold on lonely nights like these, and while she knew that it’d be incredibly easy to simply message someone and ask for company- it just simply wasn’t one of her options tonight. Pulling her purse up higher on her shoulder she stepped on the concrete of the sidewalk before hearing a noise come from the spot that she shadow of the building covered. She paused her step and looked over, still not able to see anyone, but utterly positive that there indeed was someone there.