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“ THERE YOU ARE. “ came the voice of relief as he jogged up to plump mouse so fondly named Gus. Collecting the him into his hands and placing him on his shoulder where he stayed loyally . “ I hope he didn’t cause you too much trouble , “ Ventus put in apologetically to the person he ran in on .
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WALKING OUT OF THE LIGHTHOUSE CAFE , lydia shoved her cellphone into the front pocket of her dark denim jeans after changing the song in her playlist rotation. abruptly going from cocteau twins to the cure , she set on her merry way back home to finish editing her photos. however , she didn’t make it quite far. it didn’t take too long in her journey to collide with someone , the iced black coffee she purchased moments ago now stained and running down her shirt. “ oh my god , is your brain LEAKING ? “ she barked , the coldness of the caffeinated drink shocking her nerves , raising her skin. a harsh sigh slipped from her lips , brown hues meeting with the other. “ i’m sorry , i didn’t mean that. “ her apology was genuine , her tone sincere. “ could you please help me and get some napkins ? “
( @open. ) // farrah jensen & anyone !
farrah has been trying to get better. really, she is; she’s been given a new life here in arcadia, and she swore to herself upon waking up here that she wouldn’t waste it. regardless, she can’t help but fall off the deep end sometimes. how could she not ? old habits die hard. but she’s not addicted, she isn’t, she can give alcohol up any time -- and she has ! today has just been… well. a day. she had a final in a class today that she had studied so hard for that she felt like she barely did well on, and not to mention: one of the parents got angry at her because their kid wasn’t responding well to the tutoring sessions.
she sighs loudly and exasperatedly, and she’s so not swaying because of the alcohol, she’s just really tired. still though, she winces when she hears a loud conversation around her, glancing over. without a shred of hesitation, she calls out, “ hey ! hey -- ” she’s close enough now to look between the two individuals; even in her state, she can tell that the conversation is definitely one-sided with how much one of them is yelling, “ leave them alone, asshole. ”
late night stakeouts and overnight shifts of scouring files -- that’s the sort of night that occurs so frequently in leia’s life. any spot of memory is buried beneath the surface of a false life she’s lived. building a reputable one at that , or at least trying to keep her head above water as she pulled many others from the surface. trying to uncover cases that ran cold , cases where loved ones were lost -- in her false memories she lost her own. the love of her life and her son. since then she separated herself from the team she was with and developed one of her own. at least then no one can tell her about how it could be a conflict of interest : similarities be damned.
and with the disappearance of the young girl , leia will do everything she can to shed light.
“ if you’re here to tell me that i need to take a break , save your breath. “ it wasn’t the first interruption that night , and she was very stubborn.
OPEN STARTER / * wanda maximoff
at first, all she knew is that someone was yelling at her. in her sudden stunned state; she was paralysed, snapping out of her trance just in time to leap out of the way of the car that was zooming past. eyes wide, wanda looked around her for something that would tighten her grip on r e a l i t y but that was something she’d lost a while ago. her cracked mind struggled to differentiate truth & fiction. some mornings she’d wake and call out for vision & sometimes, he’d answer back ( or at least she’d thought he did ) she tightened her fists and grounded herself back in the current reality she was in now, one where she’d almost been killed because her mind was elsewhere.
‘ thank you, i think you just saved my ass. ’ god, that sounded like something barton would say. her heart was racing as she took a step onto the safety of the curb to address the person who she assumed had called out to her. ‘ i’m not usually this careless . my head’s all over the place. ’
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“ the library closed ten minutes ago , “ the young woman informed the visitor who remained where they were. the library had its own twists and curves that you always have to be thorough before closing down. “ it must be pretty important for you to forget the timing like that , i’ve been there. “
𝑴𝑨𝑿 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑳𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫 → open starter. mentions of blood.
an all too familiar searing pain washed over her like a tidal wave, hands flying towards her head of choppy brown locks. an agonising cry of pain escaped chapped margins. her slim figure was doubled - over, form shaking as tears began to stream down porcelain cheeks. NO, THIS COULDN’T BE HAPPENING! she hadn’t had one of these in so long; why did it have to happen now, when she was somewhat getting over everything that had happened to her?
blood began to stream from her right nostril and her vision began to get spotty. FUCK! her legs gave out from under her and she came crashing to the ground, her shoulder hitting the concrete with a large ‘thud’. the only thing the time master could do was simply let out another piercing scream and pray that it would pass before someone saw her.
