#wal: open

[springbandit]

"Sorry to bother you at this late hour, but, as I'm sure you can imagine in times like these it's important to keep our ears to the ground as best we can." Though no longer a sheriff, F.P. still felt it important that no matter where he was, he made some kind of effort to keep order and bring some kind of community spirit during troubled times. "I was just wondering if you'd seen or heard anything unusual the past little while, that's all. Well, anything more unusual than what we're all having to be witness too right now."

@walstarterblog

#wal: open #wal: starter #FP #FP Starter #// feel free to take it anywhere you want to :D #wal:event3

[fcdcdmcmories]

open starter for @walstarterblog!

"OH, DAMN. YOU LOOK ALMOST AS MISERABLE AS ME AND.. THAT IS SAYING SOMETHING," parker had a way with people . a way with people that allowed him to connect to them , to make them feel at ease around him , almost as if they .. could trust him. which was something that had , in no doubt , served him very well in his past job , but .. right now , he was attempting to be different . better . to make some ... actual friends and not just people that were important for a purpose . that wasn't who he was anymore . "tell you what - sit down, keep me some company and the drinks are on me . completely . got some money to spend and .. well , why not ?"

#wal: starter #wal: open #( she'll be the death of you . you just haven't seen it yet . || parker sears ). #// someone went to see saw x again and someone is quite musey so please send him all the stuff!!! :D #alcohol tw

[forafcrtnight]

"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY!" polly had not been watching where she had been going. not at all and not in the slightest -- all that she knew was that edgar had told her to get those flyers delivered around town throughout the day and she was already very, very late, as it turned out. goddamn it. it wasn't as if she had an excuse - she lived at the farm and so did juniper and dagwood and she worked there as a nurse too, but.. sometimes, she lost herself in her own head and she hated it. right? "i didn't hurt you, did you? i wasn't watching where i was going and.. yeah, that happened. take a flyer to make up for it and join us for a meeting tonight? we'd love to have you!" she had to do her job. @walstarterblog

#polly ; talks. #polly ; open. #wal: starter #wal: open

[bejcwcled]

perhaps after the last impulsive act, kissing stephen strange, loki should have realized he wasn't thinking clearly. he saw the sign for the adoption event while on the way to the pub and got drawn in by all the cute animals. he came out of it with four new kittens: narvi, vali, sleipinir, and jormungandr. it might have been obsessive adopting the entire litter but it felt wrong separating the siblings. he couldn't leave one of them behind unwanted. that would be too cruel. "so do you think if i show up to work with four kittens my brother will be mad or do you think he'll let it go?" @walstarterblog

#loki; interactions #wal: open #not entirely sure what this is but loki's “coping” by adopting cats

[daydrcamings]

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"so this is the oh-so exciting london?" katherine questioned with a raise of her brows. "how boring." she mused, rolling her eyes. at least in mystic falls; there was always some fun to be had. at least there were the salvatore brothers to fool around with and a gilbert to torture. "who does a woman have to fuck to get a decent drink around here, hm?" katherine purred as she gestured around the bar. was she referring to wine or blood? either way; she wasn't complaining. "how about you?" she questioned, sauntering up to the other, running her fingers along their shoulder. "care to join me?"

#( katherine interacts. ) #wal: open #wal: starter #.... i am sorry about her #alcohol tw #sex mention tw #torture tw

[ofprincehenrys]

——- ❝ Nothing seems to be too bad if you ask me, ❞ henry shrugged still going about his day like normal, watching his dog play and not really seeming to mind, noticing or care some of what he knew before seemed to left him. was he a royal before ? not that he recalled. was he important to his family ? didn't matter he couldn't even recall a name or face. he was just henry fox, writer and dog father. when he woke this morning, feeling new and different — he decided he didn't need his signet ring. why was it there ? blonde hair ? boring — time for a change. he couldn't recall much of who he was before, just knew who he was now. there was one thing he remembered. a name, a face, but why ? he couldn't gather. thus he was living a fine life. ❝ so tell me — how's things going for you ? some seem to be really all over if you ask me. ❞ ( @walstarterblog )

#wal: open #wal: starter #wal:event3 #[ my first starter for an event? sounds about right ] #[ went with he's just enjoying himself but go wild with this ]

[belovedwaters]

Tigris didn’t want to come on to strong, but she needed to work. Needed her hands busy. And she’d been drawing the other figure for quite some time. But how does one approach someone and say you’d like to dress them? Gently, she sat the notebook to the side. Pencils clattering across the park table. Eyes soft and inviting. “Could we talk for a moment? I may or may not have been… designing for you.”

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#wal: starter #wal: open #musing: tigris snow #aesthetic: my stripes are snow white

[gcldcrcssings]

every day since waking up in london had come with it's own bout of confusion. the brunette longed for home, for her summers in cousins — but she was here, and not there. london had a nice ring to it, there were plenty of sights to see, new people to meet. if she was going to be stuck here indefinitely, she was going to make the most of it. which is how she found herself roaming the streets. "you wouldn't happen to know where a girl could find the best breakfast around here?" she'd never been much of a morning person, at least until she'd had something to eat. "preferably somewhere i can get something sweet and sugary?"

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#wal: starter #wal: open #✧ — ⋆ measured in summers ; belly conklin. #come love her down pls & ty (:

[falsifiedshallowed]

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FIYERO wasn't one for deep contemplation. If anything, that was something which the male found himself purposely avoiding amongst most circumstances as, although he was one who seemingly prided himself on an existence of carelessness to the public eye, internally it were a game of 'tag' taking place in the forefront of his mind involving just about every emotion you could imagine - usually negative - chasing him around the labyrinth that was his own cluster of thoughts until it overwhelmed him enough to shut him down. He never told anyone of such, of course but on occasion even he could note that his thoughtless and outgoing nature was an evident façade. The key word here is 'note' as he knew better than anyone that acknowledgment meant facing the problem and he wasn't going to be one to do that anytime soon. Perhaps he could stick to just subconscious awareness. All he had to do was run fast enough, keep himself constantly moving and he would be the winner of this game. That was what he told himself anyway, he refused to accept that a single metaphorical twist of the ankle that could force him to slow down could change things forever. So, had anyone been planning to tell him that the twist of the ankle would have been a girl who he (well, not him, per say but an affiliate of him while he slept comfortably in the back of said carriage) nearly ran over with a Goddamn carriage? But that was a story for another day. And a long one, at that.

Regardless of such factors, it was getting increasingly more difficult to not let his thoughts get to him when he were wondering around a city that . . . definitely not home even though that term meant a million different things to him as of late but this sure as hell wasn't one of them. It resembled nothing of anything he knew and that alone put him in a state of utter unease regardless of how his feet kept moving him forward. In actuality, a lot wasn't making sense to him right now but I think in these circumstances, we gotta deal with everything one step at a time. This also meant that actually paying attention to those around him wasn't of the utmost priority to him so, when he turned the corner and was seconds away from nearly slamming into another body, Fiyero didn't react until it was clear that walking around them wasn't exactly an option as of right now and jerking himself to the side only meant that it was their shoulders that made contact as opposed to their faces prior to hitting the ground so, maybe that was an improvement? It was astonishing how someone could be so good yet awful on their feet at the same time.

" SORRY, sorry - Going to be honest, I did not see you coming," The boy began as a more light-hearted jab at an apology while he attempted to scramble back up to his feet (it worked after a few good effects) before reaching a hand out in the direction of the latest victim of his own absentmindedness, "I hope I didn't make you break a rib or anything like that." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(@walstarterblog)

#wal: starter #wal: open #ILSE WRITES : Fiyero Tigelaar #This is my ooc apology for God awful starters

[newsongclues]

Misa was walking around looking for light couldn’t find him anywhere, she just wanted a friendly face to talk to her, she was a little bit scared and held hurler special book close, she didn’t know London well so she didn’t know the town or anything, she takes a deep breath that’s what rem would of told her to do just to calm down and not panic, she walks into a shop hoping someone would talk to her and give her directions to the palace that she needed to go, and she was hungry to but she didn’t know what place to go get food from McDonald’s “can anyone help me” she really really wanted food she was used to Japan not England “and I have a show tonight i really would like someone to help me” she sits on the floor waiting

She held her bag very close to her she didn’t want anyone to take her book away because that means rem would leave her and she needed rem to stay calm at this time “please, where is the theatre, and McDonalds” she keeps asking people who walk past her really wanting someone to help her she wouldn’t stop until she gets a reply and the ones who where mean to her she would try and remember their faces

#wal: starter #wal: activity #wal: follow #wal: open #bonniesstarter

[blkeyedboy]

The ceramic mug (it said "World's Best Dad" but it was just a cheap charity shop pickup) hissed hot steam as the thin, wild-haired man poured boiling water over the instant coffee. The inky black liquid bubbled like swamp tar, belying its taste, also similar to swamp tar. Still, it beat paying ten pounds for a thin latte and having to deal with the currency. Why did he only have Scottish banknotes? He must have taken a trip recently. After all, he was Scottish.

Have you always been? You have been before. But you also haven't.

He waved away the thought and pulled a battered packet of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his long, tattered jacket, lighting one as he used his elbow to open the door. He couldn't remember his first cigarette. He was sure he must have looked very different then. Maybe totally different. Funny thought, that. It felt like something he shouldn't be doing. Like it wasn't...appropriate. He closed the door of the little house he had been granted on campus - it almost made up for his dreadful salary - and beat a quick walk towards the faculty office. Doctor John Smith, professor of Music History at CSM, was late for a lecture. He was always late for lectures, but they were always worth attending. He stood, shifting from foot to foot at the street crossing. The smoke from his cigarette was blowing hard into the face of the person next to him. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts and the blisteringly awful coffee to notice.

#12WAL #open starter #wearelondon #tw:smoking #wal: starter #wal: open

[springbandit]

"Y'know, I ain't here to be y'friend!" Rocket barked, a hand outstretched in both equal parts exasperation and optimistic anticipation. "You and I both know you ain't gonna eat that whole thing. Why are you so afraid of a mutual transaction? I get what you don't eat and you get - whatever I'm holding behind my back here. Honestly, the mystery is ninety percent of the fun. C'mon."

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#Hope this is ok!!! #Take it wherever you wanna! #wal: open #wal: starter #Rocket #Rocket Starter

[fcdcdmcmories]

HE HAD NEEDED TO GET OUT OF HIS ROOM A LITTLE BIT. and so, of course that he had asked to be wheeled outside for a little bit. what had he needed? a chance to clear his head? to get some fresh air? yes, that was precisely it. he knew that there was a chance that people would be looking for him, but .. eh, he'd go back soon enough. right now? being outside and getting some fresh air was too good to pass up. "i know, i know. i shouldn't be drinking, but.. i won't tell if you don't? AND BESIDES, MY DOCTOR SAID IT WAS OKAY." was it? eh. shrugging, as he placed the bottle down, gesturing for the other to sit down next to him if they wanted to. "want a drink? it's a pretty night, so.. gotta make the most out of it, huh?" instead of being trapped inside.

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#( she'll be the death of you . you just haven't seen it yet . || parker sears ). #He needs all the new things so figured i'd throw this here <3 #Pls love him !!!! #wal: starter #wal: open

[forafcrtnight]

"AND THAT IS PRECISELY why you should have a drink with me! not just for the company, but.. because it's free? no? alright, well... your loss, mate. i'll just- oh, i'm sorry." accidentally bumping into the other proved to be quite easy and while they were distracted, hope let her hand fall down into the pocket of their jacket, bringing their wallet out. quickly and without them noticing, she placed something else in it's stead so they would not notice that something was missing, when they turned around and left? she grinned. "gotcha, asshole. should have taken me up on my offer." well, it did look like she would be able to afford that hotel room for the night because of the other's arrogance. HM. regardless, when she noticed someone staring? she froze, shaking her head. "what the hell are you looking at? a girl's gotta make a living in some way, eh? MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS." @walstarterblog

#hope ; talks. #wal: starter #wal: open #no memories and in need of EVERYTHING so #death mention tw #pls love her #all connections needed 👀

[bejcwcled]

astarion made a face after taking a sip from his glass. "revolting. why is it impossible to find a decent glass of wine here? everything tastes like vinegar." he grumbled setting the glass of wine back down on the counter. if he couldn't keep his preferred diet here at least he hoped he could find some decent spirits to drink but no that seemed impossible too. he supposed it was back to hunting rats again. @walstarterblog

#astarion; interactions #wal: open #alcohol tw

[daydrcamings]

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lylla had been focused on getting parts for one of the cars in the garage. nobody except her co-workers knew that she was an otter. there were people who would find issue with a talking otter fixing their car. she was so focused on her task, humming away, that she didn't notice somebody approaching. her back was turned to them, a weakness for her. she let out a squeak, realising she wasn't alone. lylla span around to face them, ears flat. "he-hello?" lylla whispered, fearing what the other may do to her.

#ignore the bars!! #but have my scared lil baby #( lylla interacts. ) #wal: starter #wal: open