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#( it seems i'm far away ; visage. )

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#( jumping off the edge ; traits. )

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lucius-sherwood·:

Luke sat on the edge of town hall roof. His feet dangling over the edge as he sported some old sunglasses he found inside the house he was staying at. It reminded him of the 60′s. They were a thin wire frame with a dark circular lens. He peered over the edge more than once teetering from falling over. He liked the view from up there. It was something he liked doing before everything went to hell. Luke loved breaking into abandoned places or finding something completely weird to add to his collection. However, this was his favorite past time, sneaking onto the roof of the town hall. When authority figures were mucking about the thrill excited him. Now it was just a place to go be a little bit closer to the sky. 

Luke grinned peering down at a passerby. It was hard to see from his angle, but the person was doing something. “Aye’yo whatcha doing over there? You trying to get close to mother nature or somethin’? I can’t see you have we even met?” Luke shouted in hopes the person would be able to hear him. 

Keisha had visited the library that morning and located a book about plants in preparation for her role on the expedition team. It was important to know which ones were poisonous, right? With her nose in the book, she wandered around the center of town, trying to practice identifying plants in a safe area before she headed out into the unknown. She was on her knees, eyes flickering between the leaf of a plant growing along the edge of the building and a page in the book, when a shout distracted her completely. It had come from above; she almost gave herself whiplash as she looked up quickly, startled to see someone dangling above her. Whoever it was didn’t look familiar. “The fuck are you?” she shouted back up, closing her book and climbing to her feet. I could get up there. Despite her failures with trees, Keisha had an unwavering belief that she could climb up tall structures, and if this guy had done it, she surely could too. The book was hastily stuffed into her knapsack, which she hauled onto her back, adjusting the straps as she peered around the building to see where to start. 

#hello!! #( luciussherwood ; lucius. )

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She felt like a child running indoors to her mama for a bandaid. Ever since tasks had been assigned, Keisha had been rather happy with the fact that she’d been placed on the expedition team. There hadn’t been any actual trips out as a team yet, but she had been preparing in her own way -- and fine, most of her experience with such things came from watching Lord of the Rings repeatedly and imagining herself on such an epic quest, but it was better than nothing. Her idea of practicing for a long journey merely involved traipsing the outskirts of town and trying to overcome small obstacles. In an attempt to do something useful, she’d tried to climb a tree to the top and see if she could see anything in the distance, but it hadn’t gone entirely to plan. 

Halfway up, she’d lost her footing and found herself regretting putting on shorts that morning as she landed awkwardly on her back, her head smacking into the tree’s trunk and her legs bearing a dozen scratches from being caught on the branches. Lightheaded and a little dizzy, Keisha started towards the hospital that had been taken over by a select few residents acting as medics. Blood matted the hair on one side of her head and trickled down her legs and into her shoes; everything about it was uncomfortable, and it felt like her body was screaming in pain. By the time she reached the hospital, she was on the verge of simply crashing to the ground and letting herself fall asleep to try and ease the ache in her head. “Anyone here?” she managed to call out as she shoved the door to the hospital open weakly, looking around for someone to aid her. @othcrworldy

#bc kota is a medic right? #coldridgestarter

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peytons-place·:

Peyton remembers the feeling of alcohol in her blood and freedom in her bones, but what happened after the party is a blur. She remembers taking in the sight of the parked cars in the driveway (they haven’t moved since this all started, not without parents to move them, not without classes to go to or a path out of town). She remembers how comfortable her pillow felt on her aching head when she flopped into bed, still fully clothed, hearing aids switched on, fashioned in their typical positions behind her ears.

Which meant, of course, when she woke up with a start six hours later, the batteries in those hearing aids were ages past dead, so she spent the town meeting with her eyes glued to her sister’s hands, not even attempting to lip-read, but she didn’t need Reagan to read the energy in the room.

Things were going to be different now, and everyone knew it.

Peyton didn’t protest her assignment or relocation, but she wasn’t ecstatic about it, either, and she couldn’t bring herself to face those decisions, not now.

So she heads back to her house only to grab a handful of trash bags before venturing right back into town square.

There’s a lot to clean and the square is practically empty (people are probably at home, organizing themselves, she muses), so Peyton ends up pretty invested in her craft. By the time she notices the person watching her, in fact, she has no idea how long they’ve been there.

“You could come and help, if you want.”

@coldridgestarters

Keisha had never denied being an amateur drinker, but along with that came no real experience of hangovers -- and she was surprised to find that she’d woken up thirsty but without a headache or anything else wrong with her. Sure, she was still dressed in the clothes she’d worn the night before, but that was no bother. After gulping down several glasses of water and taking a shower, she dressed in shorts and an old band tee before heading out of the house, damp hair hanging around her shoulders. 

As expected, everything was a mess. Broken bottles and empty cans and chip packets everywhere. Keisha stopped for a moment to watch one girl attempting to clean up the place; she’d been debating heading somewhere to find food, but being addressed by the other startled her and made her change her mind. 

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Of course I’ll help.” Shaking her head to clear her mind, she stepped forward to take an empty trash bag from the brunette and busied herself with filling it up with bottles. “How come you’re out here so early, anyway? Did you not stay up late and have fun last night?” she asked curiously, looking at Peyton with her head cocked to the side.

#( peytonsplace ; peyton. )

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✉ → keisha + kota.

KOTA: i can’t believe this is something i just had to read.

KOTA: k, you’re trying to flirt with them, not insult them.

KOTA: why not turn it around and say they look as strong as a stormtrooper?

KEISHA: What?! That's what Leia said to Han! It worked!

KEISHA: Who am I kidding, I'm no Leia. I'm about as smooth as JarJar Binks.

#( dakctahawkins ; dakota. )

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✉ → keisha + kota.

KOTA: A B S O L U T E L Y T R U E

KOTA: well definitely not she's all that. i'm not gonna give you a make over? just help you talk to girls. it's not that hard.

KEISHA: Kota, I know how to flirt with people.

KEISHA: You just tell them that they look a little short to be a Stormtrooper.

#( dakctahawkins ; dakota. )

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✉ → keisha + kota.

KOTA: crushes are fun! they make life great!

KOTA: oh pls i can help you

KOTA: and who else are you gonna ask for advice then?

KEISHA: U N T R U E

KEISHA: How? What kind of teen movie do you think this is?!

#( dakctahawkins ; dakota. )

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✉ → keisha + kota.

KOTA: ...okay k. you're thinking of all the worst possible scenarios. don't do that. we need to focus on the positive and how we're going to make it through this.

KOTA: ohhh does someone have a crush?

KOTA: you open your mouth and words come out

KEISHA: Crushes are for the weak.

KEISHA: and I am a member of the super weenie hut... jrs ):

KEISHA: Wow Kota you're doing a great job of convincing me not to let you die in the Coldridge Games.

#( dakctahawkins ; dakota. )

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#( it seems i'm far away ; visage. )

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✉ → keisha + eleanor.

ELEANOR: pffft definitely not

ELEANOR: i did have some friends before all this, but only those who were interested in anime. or overwatch. so most of them were online and i had a few irl friends. hopefully you'll be able to make new friends bc of this then!

ELEANOR: and i'm hoping so? i didn't think of that, but if not, then i'll try to demand for my own room bc that's fair. ...right?

KEISHA: Definitely. 😇

KEISHA: Real life people suck most of the time. I can't say I've seen a lot of anime but some of it looks cool and Studio Ghibli movies are generally bangers so...

KEISHA: Also, you should def get your own room. It's your house. Like I guess it's fair for everyone to share but it's your space!

#( interventicn ; eleanor. )

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✉ → keisha + charlotte.

CHARLOTTE: I know right?

CHARLOTTE: I don't know, I just try to not make too much noise and just spent most my time in the library.

CHARLOTTE: Everywhere I go everyone is cooler than me. At least you're still a lot more cooler than I am, so that's something? Plus, I'm sure you're fine, people love you.

KEISHA: There's libraries? Fuckin' A. There's something to do with our time. I bet they have millions of books I can't afford but want anyway... but then we should probably be reading more educational stuff, you know, like Apocalypses For Beginners.

KEISHA: What the crispy French fried fuck are you talking about, Char? You're cooler than ten cats in sunglasses.

#( charlottethcmas ; charlotte. )

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✉ → keisha + kota.

KOTA: hm, well, i'd say just don't think about it then. there's enough other problems to think about. this is for safety and it's more logic. focus on that.

KOTA: yes exactly!

KEISHA: Well if I think about any other problems I start panicking. Like what if we all dehydrate or we all end up at war together or this all turns into a giant Hunger Games and I have to kill all the men just to flex on them??

KEISHA: On a lesser note, but still a panicky one: Eleanor said she thinks I'm cool and I don't even...

KEISHA: how do you talk to girls??

#( dakctahawkins ; dakota. )

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✉ → keisha + kota.

KOTA: it's mostly weird seeing stuff of people who aren't here, ig... maybe just ask the original owner?

KOTA: oh please, you're a lot cooler than you think you are!

KEISHA: I don't even know who the original owner is lmao. I think we just set up shop here.

KEISHA: Girl pleeease.

#( dakctahawkins ; dakota. )

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✉ → keisha + eleanor.

ELEANOR: Why do you think everyone there is cooler than you? I think it's the opposite.

ELEANOR: I mean, you're a v nice person??/ And do you know anyone who's living there?

ELEANOR: But it feels weirder having people in your house. I really don't like it

KEISHA: That's way too nice of you. 😊 Psych though because you're the coolest.

KEISHA: No, not really. It's weird to say but I didn't have a ton of friends before... the whole thing, but I think people actually like me more now they're limited on people to talk to.

KEISHA: Do you at least still have your own room to yourself?

#( interventicn ; eleanor. )

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✉ → keisha + open.

KEISHA: Being in someone else's house is so weird. Like, would it be rude to move stuff around?

KEISHA: Plus everyone here is cooler than me. RIP in peace.

#coldridgestarter

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♡ for both amy and cheryl (i wanna see what you think)

AMY BAKER.

FRIENDS.   childhood friends /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable / falling apart  / friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  / friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  / toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  / passionate  /  rivals  / petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  / based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

CHERYL ALEXANDER.

FRIENDS.   childhood friends /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable / falling apart  / friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  / friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  / toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  / passionate  /  rivals  / petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  / based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

#( fire and faith ; answer. ) #( bakersamy ; amy. ) #( alexcherries ; cheryl. )