#acadiahqstarter

tw: alcohol

Agnes went towards the counter with her head hanging low. As she took of her sunglasses approaching the waiter, her bloodshot eyes and messy hair hindered any chances of hiding her state. On regular occasions she was very responsible with her drinking, but every now and then she was bound to cut lose. Glancing around the establishment, Agnes hoped none of her students or fellow faculty members would catch her deplorable state, she wasn't particularly social and having to address her hungover didn't seem like a fun way to start the day. "I'll have ginger green tea, please." And keep them coming, she thought to herself.

  her attention was on a spot on the floor, zoning out in line was a true talent of the banshees. finest flour was surprisingly bustling, only one person left in front of her but a whole line of people still waiting for their orders. typically tex would continue down the path her train of thought was going but something about the order in front of her caught her attention. if her ears could perk up -- like a rabbit on alert -- she would have looked the same, bringing her gaze on the back in front she listened to the order confirmation with a slight look of impressiveness. 

    when they stepped to the side she moved up, “i’ll have what they got -- sounds good.”

“Oh, um, cheers.” Theo raised his eyebrows at them as he clinked his bottle of beer with their glass. He wasn’t sure why they raised their glass at him. He wasn’t paying much attention to what they were saying as his own head was up in the clouds. “What exactly are we celebrating tonight?” he asked. He knew he could celebrate a night off for once in three months since he’d arrived, but that wasn’t exactly an accomplishment worth a toast. Honestly, it was nice to have some time off to himself again. Although, it was different now because even though he had some time off, his mind was still thinking about work and taking care of his niece.

   "sorry don’t care unless you have food.” she spoke the words as she meddled with the device, the object a phone meant to help. fine that was easily acceptable, a way to communicate but why were there so many things on it. and it was touchy - literally, she couldn’t do anything without it opening up something else. “who invented these? a demon?”

Cleo’s time at Acadia, while short, had certainly been amusing. The tension in the air was certainly palpable and the werewolf couldn’t help but wonder when it was going to pop. Not that she’d be staying here long anyway. Or at least, that’s what they thought. It had become a routine at this point for her to partake in a late-night cigarette, so that’s where they stood when she noticed an individual standing nearby.

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Thalra frowned deeply as she stared up at the tall brick buildings before her. She found them the most distasteful of the living spaces she’d surveyed in Lennox, what with their boring brick slab colors and uninteresting uniformity. She twirled the stem of her parasol in her fingers and lifted it at a higher angle to keep the rising sun’s rays out of her eyes. Even though she was wearing large sunglasses to keep the light out of her lavender eyes, the summer heat was as unacceptable as the towering buildings in front of her.

Turning away from the unpleasant sight, Thalra lowered her sunglasses and tried to catch the attention of the first person she saw walking by. “Hello!” She called with a small wave, trotting slowly up next to the person. It was still so difficult to run in heels, even after decades of trying to learn.

“Hello, just a moment of your time, darling, I promise,” she began, offered a small, warm smile. “My name is Thalra, I was wondering if you might live around here? I’d love to know more about the area.”