#fallcrest:starter

“.. Your pet is fine.” She kept her eyes on the animal rather than on the owner. Kennedy wished that her receptionist didn’t take the day off but that’d be unjust. “It was a light scratch, it’ll be gone within the week.”

Peyton was semi-grounded when her parents came to town. Semi, because she was still allowed to go out - after all, they’re in a new town and it’d be a sin not to explore, but she had to be home by a certain hour so the cat shifter tried to take most of her time. “Is it sus as hell when someone just randomly shoves a gift box to you?” She was basically a stranger to most people in this town, “Is this a bomb? It can’t be a gift. I’d shake it but something tells me that’s a bad idea too. This is legitimately sus unless your town decided to give me a welcome gift without telling me it’s a welcome gift.”

If it weren’t to keep up with pretences, Ayden wouldn’t have needed to wear a sling for her arm since the moment she was brought into the gym by Colston. She was aware of how lucky she was that she was only nicked in the arm. Nicked, she said. The bullet ripped right through which was the cause of her fall.  Regardless, she was already top-notch right now, though hindered since she had to work with one arm for at least a month. Whatever Doctor Rendall declared. The shifter didn’t want to be cooped up in her living space - especially when Blake had been playing nurse and frankly, Ayden needed to at least be able to walk around. So the woman kept herself with the little things she could do with one arm around the shop - definitely couldn’t be fixing cars until her employees come in for work.  ”Sorry, we’re not open yet. Could you come back later?” She called out when she heard the door open. 

“...I’m still not allowed to touch the DJ booth.” She mumbled as she sat by the bar, looking out to the crowd. Oddly enough, she was still ‘coming to work’ even though she hadn’t been doing the job she was hired for. “It’s weird.. Not having to DJ when I’m here. I can’t bartend.. I’m definitely not the bouncer.. I’ve only been cleaning up after tables.. which sucks.” 

Dylan was really not the type to stay at home. Damien was probably the one person she had seen the most, and her pet hadn’t been coming over so needless to say, she was bored. Like most businesses, hers did also take a hit but nothing she couldn’t figure out. Honestly, the thing that bothered her the most was that the town was on lockdown because of the pandemic and the half-demon did not like that at all. 

With classes still one week out from starting, and online at that, Ripley hadn’t exactly been expecting anyone to take physical advantage of her ‘office hours’. They certainly had all been blowing up her email though, that’s for sure.

“While I understand the excitement but can people calm down with the fireworks. Trust me, it’s not the first time someone had to call the fire department down to put out the fire.”

She honestly didn’t know how long it has been since she last spoke to Blake. After that incident, Hartley had been - sorta - hiding from the other because she was a coward, to put it bluntly. She knew deep down that it will be fine in the end but she was still terrified because what if Blake was mad? For not telling the other what happened? For not telling her that she became a vampire? For not going to her for help? This wasn’t how she wanted to reveal it. She was going to tell her through words after that outing with the sheriff. Who knew it’d turn out that way?