starters blog.

“ WAIT UP ! ” the pounding of pristine sneakers against pavement punctuated addison’s call. play it cool, play it cool. her jog slowed to a skip, then to a walk, but by the time she could match pace with the departing figure, the flyer was wrinkled within her grasp. ( at the bottom of the cheerleading food chain once more, she was stuck marketing the old-school way. as it turned out, people did not like having things handed to them. ) she stuffed the crinkled paper into her backpack and pulled out another pristine copy before continuing her pitch, chipper and entirely undeterred. “we’re having a pep rally tomorrow, for the new semester and all, and we’d love to have you there!”

running late was always in meg’s repitoire. it didn’t matter what it was or where she was going, the grecian girl was always in a hurry.  this time, however, she was running late to pick up her boss’ new years order from a local bakery. “ HEY! “ she exclaimed as she almost barrelled right into another person’s chest. “ watch where you’re going. “ a scowl formed across her face as she skidded to a hault, trying to catch her balance.

     Silvermist is far too soft-spoken to be good at shouting rules from her lifeguard post–and the whistle is so shrill she doesn’t use it unless absolutely necessary. When any regulation needs repeating, she does so calmly. “Please don’t run by the pool–wet floors are slippery and you could fall and get hurt! If you need to get somewhere quickly, you can try just walking a little bit faster.”

it had been two hours after school ended, and lucas had lost track of time, as he was trying to finish his history essay, which was due monday. he finally give in to taking a break for a while (or the rest of the day) after getting a look from another student at the loudness of his stomach grumbling. so, to phoenicia diner he goes.

“i don’t care what he told you, i promise i didn’t do anything.” sarah reassured the first person that had decided to bail her out of jail due to the fact that they had somehow seen her drain another human, but even her friends knew that she would never do that. “i’m telling you, i was framed!” she replied, getting up from her seat. @waltonstart​

                 “ LOOK AT THIS ! “   Rosie beams, offering the guest their cup of fro-yo. But it wasn’t just ANY fro-yo ;  it was quite possibly the most  p e r f e c t  swirl of fro-yo to ever grace this world  ( or at least, this store ).   “ Isn’t it beautiful ? “   She’s proud of her handiwork, inspecting it even as it moves to their hands.   “ I hope you enjoy it ! “   //  @waltonstart​

she had been bored all day and had needed something to do to keep her mind off of things, so when she encountered a potential opponent, she waved them over. “hey, you! yes you, over there!” maddie called out to the other as she ran after them. “you wanna play a game, 1 on 1? i promise i won’t let you win because that’s just not how i roll, but i’ll go easy on you, promise. so what do you say?” @waltonstart​

Belle was still getting used to this new world she was thrown into. There was so much new technology she had no idea how to use it. She was fascinated by the cell phone, she saw people staring at them all the time and couldn’t figure out what the big fuss was about. Today was the day she finally acquired one, she was walking down the street fiddling with it until she bumped into someone. “ Oh gosh im sorry its crazy how complicated these cell phone things are” @waltonstart​

she already knows, before looking at all, that there aren’t going to be any stump day decorations in walton creek. but she’s determined to do the best with what she has! star’s looking around this shop simply because it looked cute from the outside, in search of anything slightly resembling the decorations they had in mewni. spotting a rustic wooden stool, she grabs it before turning to the person nearest her. “hey! yeah, you, hey. do you think this looks…stump-like?” / @waltonstart​

her phone buzzes with yet another notification asking about the batch of cupcakes she’d dropped off at the community center earlier. even though she had assured everyone that they were entirely edible, the day had resulted in a few of them reporting a fever and stomach pains… maybe some hallucinations. grabbing the attention of the first person she sees, maya taps their arm. “okay, hi, so-” she cringes before continuing on, pacing as she starts to panic. “-would you happen to know if mistletoe is actually poisonous to people? because that seems like the type of thing that would make it… oh, i don’t know, not the poster plant for december cheer and exactly why it shouldn’t be the perfect size for a cupcake garnish… right?”

All of Kim’s life, she’d been in on the action. She’d learned martial arts at a young age, she was captain of the cheerleading squad, she was always going on missions… the point was, Kim didn’t normally have a lot of free time. Was she adapting well? Not exactly. After she finished her homework, Kim ended up in a local part, choreographing a cheer routine. “Go Mad Dogs,” she said enthusiastically, wishing she were back in Middletown.

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walton  creek  –  is  surely  something,  ricky  thinks.  it’s  not  like  salt  lake  city  ..  but  it’s  still  nice,  he  supposes.  there’s  almost  a  breath  of  relief  when  he  doesn’t  have  to  remember  lines  for  the  musical,  or  deal  with  his  parent  fall  out  (  part  of  him  is  still  in  denial  )  ;  it’s  a  nice  break  from  it  all.  instead,  he  does  what  he  does  best  -  skate.  or  ..  he  wishes  he  could  because  he  can’t  find  his  trusty  skateboard.  "hey  –“  he  says,  almost  shy,  but  determined.  y'seen  a  board  'round  here  ..  maybe  a  bit  longer  than  this?”  his  arms  spread  as  an  example,  though  he’  sure  it’s  not  much  help.

Zay found himself walking down the sidewalk on the way home after school. There wasn’t much to do before his ballet class started in a few hours. All his friends knew about his love of dancing, but it wasn’t something that he widely emphasized anymore. For some reason, high schoolers thought it was weird for a guy to be a dancer. Hadn’t they ever been to a ballet? You need a male dancer, too! How else would some of the best ballets work? You can’t have a good ballet without a grand pas de deux. It was about that time when he noticed the other person walking down the street and he held up his hand in a small greeting.