#hgstarters

The high of monster jam had worn off faster than she’d wanted it to and she’d been thrust back to this life that she didn’t much care for anymore. She’d spoken with her mother over facetime and she’d commented on her skin, how she didn’t seem to have aged a bit since she was about twenty years old. There were times when Holly could easily pretend she was living a normal human life, she’d only been a vampire for about six years after all, but she'd been brought back down to reality all too quickly. She didn't think there was getting out of this funk, but she was certainly attempting to by eating her way through a dozen cupcakes. All placed in front of her in different flavors, she'd taken a large bite of one when a familiar face neared and through a mouthful of food all she managed was, "Don't even think about it-- I'm not in a sharing mood."

Ivan had heard the news, of course he had, he was pretty certain at this stage everyone in Hollow Grove had.  He also knew there’d be a hell of a lot of residents who would be shaken by the announced trial for the Clave members.  The newspaper was still sitting on the table in front of him outside the cafe and he used it to extinguish his cigarette - right on the picture - before immediately pulling out another one.  “And so justice will be served,” he spoke idly.  “Won’t change a fucking thing.” 

Beckett was finally starting his job at the pool in the next couple days, but until then, he was trying to paint as much as possible. He knew he wouldn’t have as much time after that, and as much as he wanted to be doing art more often, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to get a job as an art teacher so soon after moving to Hollow Grove. However, painting more often meant that he was suddenly convinced that he’d forgotten to get the paint off of his face before he left the house to get some coffee. “Uhm, excuse me...” He said to someone nearby. “Do I have paint on me? I thought I felt something on my cheek...”

"Yes, this is my fifth cup of coffee of the day.” she replied, “I am aware it’s not yet lunchtime, but it’s been a long day already. Do not judge me.”

“Oh my god.” despite her coming to this event for over a decade, Emma still couldn’t believe how amazing it was. So many people from around the world, it got bigger and better every year. “I still can’t believe Rihanna’s here again, like... god what a babe.” she sighed dreamily.

“So what you’re telling me,” Patrik started, his voice raised to be heard above the music of Purgatory with his tenth drink in his hand.  “Is that downstairs in the basement is an illegal fighting ring?  How come I haven’t been in here before?”

Enchanted Gardens was somewhere Kitsi felt like she never got to visit enough; there was just something calming about standing amongst the colourful blooms scattered throughout the shop.  When she had taken over running the hotel she had considered letting the bouquets within die naturally, but her parents who still lived onsite would never let it happen.  Finally though it was time for a fresh set and she let out a sigh as she looked about her.  “You know I never really know where to start with all this choice.”