#enyc.starter

location: coney island cookout - s’mores station 

After a great attempt at volleyball Jackie was trying to find some kind of snack, a reward of sorts. The day got even better when she saw a whole station for her favorite sweet treat. Quite determined to make a perfect one, over the years she’s got it down to a science. While trying to get everything together she glanced up and smiled at the person next to her. “Oh now you need at least one more piece of chocolate on there, treat yourself!” Jackie encouraged to the friendly face next to her, “it isn’t often you run into a whole s’more’s station.” 

it happened quite frequently that austin was one of the last to leave hydra when they closed for the day. not for any particular reason, but he took his time cleaning up the dj booth every night as well as making sure everything was set up how he wanted it for the next time he was coming in. then came just packing up the gear that belonged to him before getting out of there.. he pushed the heavy back doors open, just hearing them close behind him with a heavy thud. before the cold air from the outside hit his face as he opened the last door that lead to the back alley way.

Nate had no agents, no representatives, no stylists, nothing. He could have asked help from Rylan, but the two of them were nothing but friends as far as everyone else knew, so he was left to sort the calls and everything else out by himself. On a bright side, the volume was increasing, even if Nate had to be declining so many invites for interviews purely because they wanted to bug him about speculations.

The other disadvantage to all this was, naturally, clothes shopping. He wasn’t good at it, and he had to spend his own money on it, which really wasn’t helping him at all. The prices were eye-watering, but he had to find something, anything to play up the weird illusion that he was succeeding. “What do you think?” He asked the person nearby as he tried on a jacket, still doubtful- especially given the price. “You’d think something like that would come with... I don’t know, gold sown right into it? Or does that sound too desperate?”

Recently, Marie has found herself attempting to do things other than sleeping, breathing, and dancing. Her free time is often scarce, but when she does have it she usually spends time rehearsing or stretching or doing anything that might keep her skills in tip-top shape — though she has decided that will be no more. Marie has lived in New York for fifteen years and has barely had any fun at all, so now that she’s nearing the end of her career and trying desperately to find where she fits in the aftermath, she’s decided fun must be had. It’s how she finds herself sitting alone at a small hole in the wall bar a few blocks from her apartment, sipping on a small glass of wine as she reads and takes advantage of the generous happy hour and mood lighting. The person next to her has order something that smells absurdly delicious — and Marie, who has spent years denying herself life’s simply pleasure such as cheese, can’t help but fixate on the dish. “That smells wonderful.” She draws out, intrigue painted across her features. “May I ask what you ordered?”

Location: idk some street

To be quite frank, when Rhett returned to New York after being gone for a little over a month, he didn't know what to expect. Perhaps he thought it would be a whole lot better than what it currently was...which was being jumped at sun down when he was walking home from jam session with some local musicians. Rhett had truly been minding his own business when he was pulled into an alley, beaten and robbed.

The bummer for those guys was that he was truly broke so them stealing his wallet was truly no loss to him. What did hurt was them stealing his acoustic guitar. That guitar was his baby. He bought when he was just eighteen years old after saving up months working a crappy job and taking care of his six siblings. Rhett truly hoped whoever stole it pawned it immediately so he could buy it back somehow...

Sitting against the wall in the alley with blood oozing from his nose and temple with a large welt growing over his left eye, Rhett groaned loudly and gathered up a small pile of pebbles. Rhett chucked them with what little strength he had left out into the middle of sidewalk, hoping that maybe someone would see them or hear it. Something. He fell over onto his side immediately after and curled with with a cough and another groan.

What a homecoming.

“Today, I saw a puppy on the street, and I straight up just almost started crying.” She loved dogs, but this was like a whole new level. Work stress was wreaking havoc on her emotions. “Do you wanna go to the humane society with me?”