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Starter m e m e s

Two eyes opened to look out upon streets and alleyways, forming paths through empty buildings, which built an empty town. There was a heavy… Stillness that clung on tightly to the area like a miser to a coin. It was very off-putting.

The first thing Sam did was run. Trotting through the streets, she searched for signs of life. Voices, machinery, birds–anything. But she saw nothing. Heard nothing. Felt…. Well, she certainly didn’t feel alone. Perhaps there was something she didn’t see? The feeling from before kept ahold, leaving everything still. Not tense, not cheery, not empty. Just still.

Still she kept going, head searching most every corner. After what felt like an eternity, she could’ve sworn she had heard something. A sound? A voice? Someone certainly spoke.

The Outsider had watched the woman running through the empty city. She looked so... distraught. It wasn’t her city was it? He didn’t care to find out. She was distressed by it though. That was obvious from the way she ran. The way she was looking around. The desperate way she kept checking corners and alleys. 

Finally he spoke, allowing himself to appear sitting in a tree. The stillness of it all didn’t bother him. Little, bothered him.

😰 - Spill coffee on my muse on a crowded bus

What a great start to the day. First having to settle for public transportation of all things after his gorgeous car had been giving him troubles, then the bus being packed to all hell, leaving him uncomfortably pressed up against some stranger   ―  the expression ‘like a can of sardines’ crossed his mind, as it seemed to fit the situation well. However, the real kicker just had to of been when some poor, unfortunate soul couldn’t hold on to their coffee with a grasp strong enough to combat the sudden bump in the road.

Normally, when someone has a stranger spill something on them, the matter is politely dismissed with an apology and some effort to clean the mess, without elevating the situation to some unnecessary level.

Unfortunately, good old Jack didn’t have that social grace. Rather, he held no qualms making a scene in public ― making him possibly the worst person Samantha could’ve gotten her coffee on.

The CEO stiffened abruptly, the liquid making quick work of his attire as it seeped in, sticking to his skin and burning. He wrenched away from the woman responsible and glowered her way with a frigid glare that was enough to make grown men cry.

❝ What’s the matter with you? ❞

He held no reservations raising his voice, ignoring the turning heads, and boy, was he seething, hissing through clenched teeth as his sharp jaw wound tight.

Thanks!

Masquerade AU Sentence Starter [Accepting]

Quasimodo lurked on the edges of the party, watching as much of it as he could.  He loved seeing all of the various costumes, the masks, and especially the people.  There were so many different sorts of people, and he didn’t often get to see them this close.

He hadn’t been there for that long when he heard a voice next to him.  Quasimodo glanced up at the speaker, hunching over even more.  He hadn’t realized that anyone knew that he was THERE.