Mar 22, 2020
“This is the first springfest I’ve been to in ten years, I can’t be sober for this shit.”
@shstarters
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“This is the first springfest I’ve been to in ten years, I can’t be sober for this shit.”
@shstarters
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Lee had a lot on his plate that day. He was still thinking about Moon’s final words to him and multiplying the effect caused by them a thousand times. Like, fuck, was it so bad to be with him? It wasn’t, otherwise, they wouldn’t have dated for so long. Also, now he was clean. Clean and ashamed of what he had done— so why on Earth was Moon trying to make the forgiveness process take so long? And Kassi. Stupid Kassi. Always sticking her nose where she wasn’t supposed to. “Idiot” he muttered quietly while thinking about the girl. His hands trembled a little as he thought about his situation and what the future held- he had been thinking about it since the prior day, actually. And it would at some point make him go insane! Except if he was at the bar when that happened... then he’d do something far worse. Lee closed his eyes for a moment, trying to focus, trying to come back to the present moment, he knew that these trail of thoughts could make him relapse and, honestly, it was the last thing he needed. That Moonie certainly would never forgive, not when he was sober and thinking straight. He sighed “Artisanal beer truck!” he announced, walking through the festival with his flyers in hands “2 500ml cups for $15!″ honest jobs sucked so much. @shstarters
( pandora+will )
( closed event starter for @stsbury )
lights glimmered no matter which way your head turned. music could be heard from the party that had been going for a little while now. pandora put the last of the booth in the back room of bake it off, allowing the owner to go join the party. locking up the bakery, pandora found herself once again on the bustling streets. the music called to her, beckoning her to the festivities.
ceux qui sont tombés stood in front of her in all it’s glory. yet, she couldn’t bring herself to step inside. this type of event had never been her scene, she hadn’t even dressed in one of the coordinating colors. uncertainty in the forefront of her mind, pandora caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye. half expecting a party goer doused in red or gold, she was surprised to see will outside the building. “you look even more thrilled to be here than i am,” she directed towards him with sarcasm dripping from her words, body pivoting to look at him. “it’s will, right? we met once, at the bakery.”
@shstarters
Poppy had just won her very own gold fish, she had already given the small fish a name carrying it around proudly. Then all of a sudden someone bumped into her hard making her loss control of her hand and let go of her precious fish. In shock she looked at the bag worried if he was still alive or not. “Goldie no.“ The small blonde whispered.
Already it had been a long day. Last year was easy - Ella was a newborn and she slept in her carriage for most of the festival. But now that she was older and mobile, that carriage was her enemy. Kip had let her be up and about for the parade, had gotten her face painted, and even caught a couple necklaces that had been thrown their way for her, but now came the tricky part. It was lunch time, and that toddler was hangry. Ella was kicking and screaming and throwing her little fists in the air, and Kip wondered how her mother had done this when she was younger, because from the stories, she had been a beast. The line at the hot dog truck had been a long one, but finally, Kip had a hot dog all cut up and found a spot along the sidewalk to sit with Ella, hoping that getting some food into her belly would calm her down. “Alright, Hells Ells. Here.” She placed some of the cut up hot dog on the tray of the carriage, and was so focused on the toddler that she wasn’t paying attention to what was going on or who was around her - probably not the smartest idea. @dumbofassbenji
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IT had been a month and a half since kassidy had been home to springhill . she’d left for la in hopes to further pursue her music career , and that had been amazing for her in many ways , but in the end , kassi missed home too much to stay in la ; so here she was . the best part ? she was back in time for the carnival . anyone who knew kassidy knew that she absolutely LOVED stuff like this . she was still very much a kid at heart , after all . walking through the fairgrounds with a fresh squeezed lemonade in hand , kassi’s eyes glowed with the reflection of the carnival lights . it wasn’t until she noticed that somone was staring that she pulled her attention from the lights to the human in front of her . “ why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost ? ” the petite blonde asked with a giggle . “ are you that surprised to see me home ? ” she added with a tilt of her head .
( &&. @elbrcdshaw ! )
things had been... awkward, to say the least, since elena’s sudden move to springhill. there was a part of teagan that was trying desperately that everything was fine. then, there was the obvious: elena had picked teagan up at a bar, drunk. teagan was hoping that the spring festival would provide a good distraction for both of them. teagan finished adjusting her black mini-shorts ( admittedly, she had picked a black outfit that showed plenty of skin just to make her best friend squirm ) and walked out of the bathroom to show elena. “what do you think?” she asked, a teasing smirk playing on the musician’s lips. “i think it’s perfect for market shopping. and performance later.”
// @cntrfortin // time had gotten away from him while he was talking to pandora outside, and by the time will pushes his way back into the club his head is significantly clearer --- though not for long once he focuses on the scene inside. the emotions all roll over him at once : annoyance, PARANOIA. it was unlikely anyone here knew who nic was, but people certainly knew who teagan was and if anyone had gotten footage of teagen, well it was likely nic was in frame too, and if the organization got hold of that ---which was also likely--- then what--- will shakes his head to clear the distracting thoughts, pushing through the crowd again. except he’s lost track of nic again, which is hard considering his height.
his growl of annoyance is lost in the loud thrum of music. wasn’t he supposed to be the young, irresponsible one ? or something ? apparently not. probably never was. he considers leaving, nic had told him to leave hours ago after all, would never know the difference ( he won’t ; for the same reason he didn’t after those first three rounds of shots ). after what feels like an eternity ( and may as well be ) of twisting in circles on the dance floor, the ever moving crowd and his own fingers through his hair making it even more disheveled, will happens to spot him again along the back wall with teagan, one of the bathroom doors still on its way to swinging shut.
ANGER isn’t an emotion common to will saintsbury --at least not anymore-- but it once was, and silent springs run deep : right now they’re breaking through. “ NICHOLAS ---- ” it’s a forceful sound, his normally soft-spoken voice turned hard ; he hasn’t called nic by his full name in years --- of course, he hasn’t seen him enough to have reason to either. his grip is iron-tight on nic’s upper arm ( that might bruise later ). nic may still have five inches on him, but will got fluent in dragging him out of parties four years ago, and he’s not one to forget things quickly. “ ---- we’re leaving. ”