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@wcllow || Jessie for anyone
.｡.:*☆ Jessie had always been a kind person. Even when being poor and living in the streets of London, she had been putting others in front of herself often enough. So, when finding those gloves on the ground, as pretty as they looked, she was determined to try and find the owner, at least.
“Excuse me?“ Jessie turned and walked up towards a person very close to herself. “Is there any chance you lost those, maybe?”
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azula’s eyes rolled over the page for the fourth time in a row. this book was tedious and she was getting fidgety. it’s not that she found the work hard. in fact, this essay that was due was something that azula could do in her sleep. it’s just she was bored. azula was used to toppling empires. being stuck here in sydney was sucking out her potential. a sharp blue flame illuminated from her index finger then extinguished. she did this over and over again - like a lighter. that’s when she noticed someone looking at her. or azula thought they were looking at her. either way, she engaged with them, maybe it could entertain her. “keep looking at me like that and i’ll use this to burn you eyes out,” she threatened, but casually, looking at them as she spoke before looking back down.
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“Are you alright?” Merry approached the other person carefully, unsure if they were in distress or not. Whatever was roaming the streets was leaving people either incapacitated or very erratic, and Merry wasn’t sure if this person alone was one of the most recent victims. His patrols had certainly gotten more interesting. “Do you need any assistance? The streets aren’t safe at night these days.”
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artemis sat down at the bar not bothering to ask if it was taken. nodding her head at the bartender not even having to tell them her order since she was here a lot for persephone. looking over at the person in the seat , ‘ has it been this packed for long? ‘ / artemis & anyone : @wcllow
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@wcllow // genera & clove
genera liked to spend most times away... away from the city, away from the world around her. she had always felt more rooted, especially in places like liverpool. it reminded her of home, plenty of foods to look at... investigate... find the poisonous ones. The last thought almost caught her off guard. She hadn’t thought about things being poisonous in so long as if they just stopped existing in sydney. or maybe it was the girl trying to keep everything at bay, everything that had happened to her. everything that SHE had done to herself. she sighed softly, picking a few more berries off the bush before turning the basket almost falling out of her hands. “you’re alive.” she choked out. “how are you alive?” she asked nervously.
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McKenna was... she really really sure what the term was for what she was in that moment. But she knew one thing was for sure- she felt good.
For once in her life, she wasn’t worried about who saw her life was an absolute shit show. Marie wasn’t here to worry about her no matter what happened. She could drink herself to death and no one would notice.
It was fucking sad... but the loneliness was better when it meant she didn’t have to worry about leaving anybody behind.
Whatever was pumping through her system had mixed with the music playing through the bar and she couldn’t stop herself from dancing. She didn’t even remember entirely how she’d gotten to this particular bar, but there had been something about it that felt like home.... not that she could tell you the name of it if you asked her.
Lifting another another shot to her lips, McKenna let out an unnecessary whoop, laughing with the girls who seemed to have adopted her into their little group. It’s how she’d avoided the bar up until then. She knew damn well the bartender would have stopped serving her ages ago.
But that didn’t stop her from being pulled on top of a table to dance with another drunk girl when the song changed.
However, her moment of bliss didn’t last for long when she saw the familiar face on the other side of the bar. Fuck. That’s why the bar had felt so much like home. The Wild Pony....
“Maria.....”
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Angelina was not in the mood for another war, especially not a gang war, nor was she really that amused when she learned about how much just a head of someone was worth. At this rate, she figured that the fighting would begin to revolve around the fact who would take someone’s head from their shoulders, but she also wondered if anything was being done to actually stop all of this from happening, or if they would put a stop to killing someone for money. “A man worth more dead, than alive, I wonder what he did to warrant that.” Angelina mused aloud, a frown on her lips as her thoughts ran rampant. “Actually, that’s a lie. His head is worth more, than him being alive.”
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“maybe they’ll have a shrink or someone you can talk to?” the blonde suggested, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “it sounds really shitty - and i couldn’t imagine dying before really ever having the chance to live.” alex admitted, frowning at the thought. “but i do have this reoccurring dream where a hot dog kills me, maybe it’s predicting my future? either way i’ve been sure to keep clear of mystery meat since they first started appearing.”
"Wouldn't that be something?" She mumbles and shakes her head. "I wouldn't talk to a stranger either way, so that's out of the question." Madge states, even if a part of her wondered if it would help. "There wasn't much to do in my original home anyways so, don't feel too bad." She comments and opens her mouth for a second before closing it. "Wait..a hot dog killing you? How is that..possible?? Good to know."
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@wcllow || Quentin for anyone
.｡.:*☆ Quentin had started with the easier spells. Magic in Sydney seemed to be tricky, but he knew it was needed to use it, if he wanted to fix things again.
Hands in the air, he tried to remember everything Alice had taught him. Slow, clean movements. calm breathing. But, it did not work. The magic was building up, and then Quentin thought he made it, and it would falter again.
“No….. nonononono!” He whined, faltering. “No! Why aren’t you working????”
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@wcllow || Carol for anyone
.｡.:*☆ “Of course, everyone is writing about this gang wars now,” Carol frowned slightly while reading the article. She had kicked some asses as well. It had even been a little fun. Though, she had mainly done it to save the innocent from even more trouble.
“And now? I mean, will there be any consequences? Do not get me wrong, it is just, right now, I feel like everything is just contnuing as before, you know?”
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@wcllow || Steve for anyone
.｡.:*☆ “I really did not expect things to get that much out of hand,” Steve mused before taking a sip from his beer.
“Mean, in Hawaii, we had this gang wars shit as well. There was always someone who thought it would be cool to freak out. But this? This is a whole new level of freaked out, I mean.... how are things like this even possible to happen?”
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@wcllow || Moana for anyone
.｡.:*☆ “The ocean is just wonderful, isn’t it?” Moana could sit there all day long, if she would have the time. Wtaching the waves. Thinking of home. And her family. Luckily enough, Pua was still there. Right now, the little pig was obviously trying to chase a crab through the sand while she sat there, naked toes digging into the ground.
“You can also hear them sing to you if you listen closely. The waves, I mean.”
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@wcllow || Neville for anyone
.｡.:*☆ Neville had always thought he would be most scared of Severus Snape. Because of how ruthless the man had always been as a professor. Just like Neville had thought he would be over his fears because of his life in Sydney. But then.... The gang wars had just been over, so he’d allowed himself to walk home alone.
The silhouette was appearing right under a street lamp. Voldemort with Nagini at his side. Both alive. And both obviously after Neville for what he had done during the battle of Hogwarts.
Neville shrieked. Curling himself into a ball he fell onto the ground, expecting pain coming from whatever spell the Dark Lord was throwing at him in this very moment.
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@wcllow || Max for anyone
.｡.:*☆ “Who is there?” Obviously, in addition with everything that was already happening, the electricity had gone out now as well. Leaving the mansion the party was at in total darkness from one moment to the next.
“I know you are there,” Max then added, trying to see something more than grey shadows. “You can as well speak up now.”
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@wcllow || Anakin for Shmi
.｡.:*☆ The dreams had gotten worse recently. Not to mention, whatever sort of abilities Anakin had, they seem to run wild. And, it was hard to not accidentally hurt people because of it. His partner at work had already told him their boss was not happy, and that he needed to get those things under control.
Not knowing what to do, Anakin was strolling aimlessly along the beach. Kicking away some stones now and then. Though, this was only until he spotted another person in the distance. Anakin stopped, uncertain. Something about this woman seemed familiar. He just could not tell why.
“Excuse me, I.... that will sound odd now, but, do we know each other, maybe?”
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