#tysingh

character: @tysingh & ingrid.

status: closed for @tysingh

To say that the weed brownies had affected CJ was a bit of an understatement. He felt completely chilled, soupy from what he congested, as if time was moving both sluggishly slow and too fast. There had been a pain in his boot he had noticed from earlier, sitting down, making too much of a drama with wiggling out the offending item that was causing him discomfort. Pulling out a tent peg, he turned to the person closest to him. “I think…this is from my tent. I hope Jeanie isn’t in there already, in case it’s fell down on her.” 

character — @tysingh

Having settled into the city, the only thing that seemed to be missing from his routine was the gym. He'd taken a liking to jogging around the city, but nothing was fulfilling than breaking a sweat in a pair of gloves. Surprisingly, there was a free month trial of a course that checked every box in need. So, after a brief conversation with the receptionist, he'd made his way into the gym per her directions. "Excuse me," he exhaled, dark hues scanning over the room where a few people stood. "I'm supposed to talk to someone about boxing? Is there a Ty around here?"

character: @tysingh​​ & maya.

Maya sat on a nearby bench, watching her furry companion Benji happily play with another dog at the park. The two dogs chased each other around in circles, barking and wagging their tails with excitement; and the brunette couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment as she watched her dog's playful nature come to life. "Do you think they ever get tired of this? Sometimes I wonder if this is what they mean by saying we should live in the moment." the brunette muttered, glancing over at Tyler.

character — @tysingh​

The new year was supposed to come to come with positive changes and goals set to be a better person. However, the baker wanted to travel down a different path. Playing nice had gotten her nowhere and pretending that she had the world figured out had only ever broken her heart in the end. Moving forward, she wouldn’t stumble over the redtape of being a decent person. No, she’d jump it and be damned if anyone ever told her what to do or how to feel ever again. “I’m sure you’ve got some insults locked and loaded, so go ahead. We both know you like the sound of your own voice,” she exhaled, her greeting as friendly as ever when it came to the other. They’d came to face to face in the same aisle and being the stubborn jerk she was, she wasn’t going to leave. “While you do it, just take a few steps down. You’re blocking Zeppelin’s favorite treats.”

character: @tysingh​​​​​

“So, let me get this straight. You did how many tastings tonight? And you still managed to get us out of the corn maze in some kind of record time? That’s impressive. Is there anything that you can’t do? I’m serious, just wondering,” he teased with a gentle nudge to the woman’s shoulder. “So, is this your first time to one of these things? I missed out last year, which means I’ve got some time to make up for. Might come as a little bit of a surprise, but this used to be one of my favorite nights of the year. It’s crazy how no one really knows who started it, but it’s been going on for as long as I can remember.” He wasn’t always the serious doctor man who made sound decisions and walked a fine path. “Were you going to do any more tastings before heading over to the bonfire? I thought I’d make one more round around before heading over. You’re free to join me if you’d like?”

character: @tysingh​​​​​​​​​​​

The thing about festivals within the city limits was it would always be busy, regardless of the running theme. People from all around the city and even outside of it had come to enjoy the music, food, art, and booze courtesy of the blue wolf and holy spirits. Lots of people meant waiting and waiting meant testing the very little patience Atlas had. “If you’re looking for something quick, maybe try going straight to the liquor store. Looks like there’s a line,” he explained, noting that someone had moved in beside of him at the bar. “I’m guessing it’s rush hour for this place. That’s what I get for making laps around this place trying to find something for my kids. Should have just been selfish and came here first.” Was he joking? A little, but the longer he waited, the more serious it felt.

who: @tysingh​

Ximena was pretty dried up from the heat and decided to watch her water intake by treating herself a bottle of water. It’s been a while and she ended up getting even more tired by looking for a place that sells drinks. Salvation appeared from a woman who was holding a water bottle, and Ximena sighed in relief. “Hola, where do they sell this? This heat is insane.” She asked the other person, though realizing this was someone she met before and described herself as Emmy’s best friend. Mierda. She wasn’t sure if she’s about to have another awkward encounter, but she better brace herself for it.