#ausstarter

It had been a while since Danny had picked up his guitar mostly due to business, partly due to a lack of inspiration. But he had woken up this morning – okay it was 1:42 in the afternoon, details – with the sudden urge to strum a few notes on his old trusty acoustic. He had never been able to write music indoors, something all his teachers hated him for, so he found himself sat on a patch of grass with his legs crossed and a tatty notebook resting on his knee. Ignoring all his own writings Danny picked at the strings as he sang, “Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.”

Noah Flanagan never thought he would find himself in somewhere like an art gallery, but it was somewhere quiet that he could at least try to look at nice things. Finding the deeper meaning in weird old paintings and sculptures wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time by any means but it seemed like his only choice was to find new things to enjoy.

     no matter how many times she decided that high heels were from hell at the end of the night, at the beginning of the night, nothing could stop her from choosing to wear her pair of suede pumps to an evening out. “scotch on the rocks,” she called out to the bartender as she slid onto the stool. a firm smile took place on her features, watching as surprise took over the bartender’s features at her choice of drink. was it really so strange? but instead of verbally mouthing off the server of her drinks, drew took the liberty of analysing the empty-handed person beside her.

The whole business going on at the moment was of no interest to Marlow. She didn’t care about what the people around her did unless it effected her directly. Since she had no plans of leaving New Rome soon anyway, it didn’t matter to her who did what. Nothing could ruin her day of laying out on the little patch of grass in front of her apartment building. That was until her sun was blocked by someone’s shadow. Sitting up and ripping the sunglasses off her face, she shot the offending person a wicked glare. "Excuse me but do you mind not breathing the same air as me?”

Collin’s big pillow fort party was coming up soon. The amount of pillows around his cohort wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the amount the people who would be arriving (Ira, Aurel, Kennedy, Maya, Theo, and Aurel did mention that he had invited Basil). He did hope they would come or else his expedition of searching for pillows would be for naught. But the more pillows the better, right? “Excuse me, is it alright if I could borrow some pillows this weekend?” He had asked the first person who had passed by him.

Tegan Ferdinand would usually pride herself on taking more tact in her job but that was when she was working with mortals for mortals. Odds were that most people in New Rome and the surrounding area knew who she was by now, especially since Demibuzz became a thing. Curiosity was always one of Tegan’s favorite things about herself so she just couldn’t help herself when she got this curious. So she walked right up behind someone and announced herself by launching into an introduction. "Hi there, I’m Tegan. You probably know me from Demibuzz. I was just wondering what you’re thinking about this whole mole business! Feel free to speak your mind, you’ll find no judgments from me!” A brilliant smile sealed the deal. She really deserved her own talk show one day.

It had been a week since a satyr had brought him to camp and Kol still wasn’t sure what to make of everything. He was even less sure what to make of the Recall, the Mole and this new USB that had turned up. The motto of the camp seemed to be ‘safest place for kids like you’, but was it really that safe if one of them had managed to sneak footage out and scare the mortal world? Kol thought he was probably safer on the streets, at least there he knew who to look out for, right now he was looking at everyone with a squint. People probably thought he needed glasses. 

     ❝Oh, c’mon. that’s not fair.❞ she crossed her arms, frowning. ❝I just got here and shit hit the fan?❞