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Ypura had always been the type.to take things all the way. She hated quitting and leaving thing half done but that was a hard habit to kick. Asking for help and not relying on just herself was weird. She wasn't used to that. It was always easier to just do things on her own.

But she may have to accept help sooner, rather than later since she had twisted her ankle and had to abandon the trademark heels for a pair of flats so that her ankle could heal. But she wasn't the type to ever stop working so of course, she once again picked up the box of delivered fabrics and accessories and headed to the boutique where she worked.

The minute Lena returned to Cabot her mind fell into her studies, she was sure this year would be her hardest yet, and she was determined that she would be perfect in her every endeavour. She felt the familiar bubbling of stress in her stomach every time she thought about the upcoming year. After she had unpacked her things, she took her books and some pens to the Catamount Cafe. 

Lena strongly preferred studying and spending her down time at the Catamount Cafe over The Hideout, even though she worked for the latter, mostly to avoid her managers, but also because it was directly on campus. 

After ordering her usual green tea lemonade she set her textbooks, her laptop, and her pen case down on a familiar table situated near the front window; she especially enjoyed the sunshine and the scenery of the campus in the late summer. 

As she was just about to pull up one of her syllabuses on her laptop, Lena noticed someone coming towards her in the small cafe. She looked up properly to greet them, “oh, hey! How was your summer?” 

Escondida pela copa de um salgueiro junto à floresta, Cora afastava-se das confusões que decorriam junto aos edifícios. As pegadinhas adensavam-se com o final da semana e com o stress dos resultados das provas. Cora só queria relaxar. Mais cedo naquele dia havia aparado em Londres para comprar mais um pouquinho da erva que os muggles tanto adoravam. Vivia bem sem a droga, mas era ótima para o final de um dia quente como aquele. Sentou-se junto à saliente raiz da árvore que quase a fazia desaparecer do mundo. Isolada, acendeu o baseado e tomou um trago, expirando calmamente, como aquilo lhe desse a vida. Nunca se apercebeu que estava a ser observada.

Plot: Today is Frank and Maria’s Anniversary, Frank is handling it how he always has. Getting beyond drunk and sleeping. Your muse could be a friend, neighbor,  current fling who may not know that day. Open to most connections.  Open To: Anyone. [If you are a new partner I am fine with mild pre-est if it makes replying easier]

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It was one of the harder days of he year, their anniversary. Not her or the kids death, but the wedding. Maria had been pregnant with Lisa and was showing in her dress, she looked perfect in Frank’s mind. They danced in her folk’s backyard while she was barefoot and he held her all night, he couldn’t will himself away. Like he couldn’t from the memories now. 

Tipping back the bottle he heard his door open, he figured it was a friendly since it had been locked. Hearing them shuffle around he didn’t call out assuming the shower was loud enough, too eager to finish the bottle before they could take it. The apartment looked slightly messier than usual, Frank gave up on any semblance of having things in order a day or so before and after. 

When they knocked on the bathroom door he paused swallowing the last gulp, “I’ll be out in a minute.” The alcohol hand’t hit yet so he knew he sounded fine, or he hoped he did. 

Plot: Young!Frank, before the marines he ran with the wrong crowd. Your muse can be a member stopping by or an old friend from highschool. Open To: All 

“Didn’ hear you knock,” he had just tucked his handgun into his back waistband, “Need somethin’?” 

Plot: Frank is in some small town hospital with severe memory loss, you muse was his emergency contact and he doesn’t remember them [Can be during anytime during, before or after either season] 

Open: To all, mutuals prefered and cannon muses prefered. 

The nurses came and went as Frank began to come to, his chest rose and fell at a normal pace while his eyes finally opened. His eyes scanned the room confused, the last few days were a distant haze for him and he realized he wasn’t alone. Looking at their face something seemed hopeful in their eyes, “Who the hell are you?”

His ribs screamed with each breath and his limbs ached with every muscle twitch, he had taken a fall off a two story building mid fight. Left at the hospital unconscious and alone, who ever had been after him must have assumed he died front the fall.