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spvtium​:

date: february 15th  time: 8:36 am location: (the) warrenport wake up | coffee bar & café status: open

When people think of Kory Grimes, they don’t typically think of small talk. At least not commonplace (or particularly pleasant) small talk. Being a barista to the general public, this fact is brought to light on a near daily basis.

“No, yeah— couple extra espresso shots? No problem.” She finishes ringing up the order on the register and snags a cup from its stack, scribbling the order name on it with a black Sharpie. 

“Extra espresso is always the way to go… Okay, maybe not always, like… There was this one guy, healthy teenager, who drank, like, a Mountain Dew, a latte, and an energy drink? Probably within a couple hours, but. He had some weird reaction with his heart and just…” She swipes her hand across her throat.

“But caffeine overdoses are actually pretty rare. People try to make ‘em seem more common than they are.”

Probably not the best way to upsell extra shots with the drinks.

it was that time of the morning, that hazy fragment after the most vibrant part of dawn’s aftermath, where everything felt as though it lagged behind. mornings weren’t usually this quiet -- or maybe they were, at this point he couldn’t remember at the top of his head. funny how such simple facts seemed like archaic, encrypted knowledge in the face of a tired, sleep-deprived brain. if he hadn’t checked twice, anthony would’ve guessed there was fog everywhere... only to realize his pair of dirty glasses were to blame. as the average warrenport resident, he had fallen victim to the belief that a cup’s worth of freshly brewed coffee (unsweetened and... un-milked?) was the antidote, like a quasi-mystical concoction that’d be served in some fancy chalice. 

                               ‘ for fuck’s sake, man -- this was just espresso ’ he reminded himself.

 “uhh, yeah, that should do it--” his eyes widened a little at kory’s re-enactment. though he was rarely the type to get startled by little morbid tales like this one, the surprise was... definitely something. “totally unrelated to the story, but then would it be possible to tone down the espresso shots, maybe add some milk too? i, uh... liked your story’s plot twist, though. is that why the k-mart nearby had to keep the energy drinks locked up?”

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#gnjfkbd we stan kory already #* interactions: anthony / kory

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rustylimbs​:

date: 14/02 time: 01:35 am location: asher kinchin’s house party status: open

Asher Kinchin couldn’t have updated his Instagram story quicker: The moment the clock struck 12 and the date blinked from February 13th to February 14th, the invitation was up. Asher’s annual ‘lonely hearts house party’ was up and running, and open to all. When once established as a true comfort for those in need of blurring the day into the next, spending the day drunk or nursing a hangover to forget their real wounds, now it’s just an excuse to hook up with a random stranger (or a flame, a flicker, a roaring fire from the past) and test out the longevity of Asher’s gigantic trampoline– which still stands, to this day, after a long and legendary life of eleven years.

The house is booming. LED lights flash from red to blue to pink, and the upstairs music melds with downstairs’ tunes to create an oddly harmonious blend of genres. Cameron, as always, takes advantage of the general confusion to slip out of the bathroom. Inside, his latest fling is zipping up their pants, red-cheeked and still a little breathless. Cam swipes a cider from the ice bucket nearby.

He’s shrugging through swaying groups of glazed eyes and clownish smiles when he spots somebody bolting towards the kitchen sink. They double over, stomach throwing itself inwards as its contents lurch into the basin.

“Hey, you good, man?” Cameron asks, stopping a few feet away to lean against the counter. “Need a water, or something?”

listen, here’s the deal -- wren had never been a party animal. maybe a few shots in, throw a beer in there, and only after then would she feel at ease. most of the time, however, the neon lights and shaking walls didn’t particularly entertain her. yet, time after time, one could spot her in a crowd, or smoking in the backyard talking up someone new. sure, wren davies was not the kind of person that thrived at parties, but she always kept coming back hoping this time would be different. it was like a retelling of the tale of sisyphus, the same belief that this would be his last time rolling the stone uphill encouraging wren to keep attending.

   she couldn’t say she was having a bad time (though she’d rather asher kinchin didn’t hear that from her, or else it’d get to his head). shotgunning a beer and dancing to the occasional one-hit-wonder was fun. because, well, wren could be fun. so here she was, walking over to the plastic bucket full of what looked like jungle juice and fixing herself a glass. raising the cup to her lips (perhaps a little too abruptly), droplets of the drink slipped down the corner of her lips and left her skin a little sticky. however, the taste wasn’t what she’d expected. maybe she was exaggerating, but it tasted like sweat, spit, something grenadine-ish, and remnants of vague hard liquor. not even remotely close to having reached the ‘tipsy’ level, the grotesque aftertaste of the watered-down cocktail still sent her bolting toward the nearest sink. 

   once she was done emptying the contents of her stomach (shame, the snacks table had actually been promising), the other’s words reached her like a granted prayer. after giving him a thumbs up, she nodded gently

   “yup... water would be great, thanks,” she smiled, though more to herself, still a bit embarrassed to drive her gaze away from the sink to look at him in the eyes. “by the way, don’t be an idiot and drink the jungle ju-- whatever that is.”

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#* interactions: wren / cameron. #alcohol tw #vomit tw #( sORRY this got super long!!! #don't feel the need to match )

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〉  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 ANTHONY CRUZ, 24 YEARS OLD,  BISEXUAL, OHIO-BRED TURNED WARRENPORT RESIDENT.

‣ pronouns: he/his ‣  current occupation: working for the local history museum (ahaha ironic) ‣ got caught in the town’s orbit during a post-college travel, told himself he would be back on the road in no time  ‣ doesn’t see much reason to staying, but he also can’t bring himself to leave for some reason ‣ saves up to get his car back in top shape for the day when he hits the road again, but alas ‣ raised by a single mother, has one younger brother. he calls them on the regular, but lies to them by making up stories about all the places he’s been to so they don’t feel bad about him ‣ grew up on stories about swashbuckling heroes and cowboys; now, that storytelling nostalgia still clings to him ‣ big night owl, will go on walks at 4:00 am having to be at work at 7:00  ‣ he’s just tired, man ‣ old soul ‣ having learned about the town lore, he’s really intrigued by all the paranormal-infused aspects he hears around. now, all he’s waiting is for a proper incentive to sink his teeth into it and actual go ghost-hunting and stuff ‣ + knowledgeable, easy-going, curious, understanding / - deceitful, secretive, self-pitying, pessimistic ‣ character inspirations: atticus ( ‘lovecraft country’ ), alva ( ‘klaus’ ), kristoff ( ‘frozen’ ), luke ( ‘the haunting of hill house’ )

#washedupintro #* anthony / about

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〉  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 WREN DAVIES, 22 YEARS OLD, PANSEXUAL, WARRENPORT NATIVE.

‣ pronouns: she/her ‣ current occupation: college dropout, currently works shifts at a couple of the stores ( thrift store, supermarket, etc. ) and helps around her dad’s workplace ‣ her dad works as a mechanic, her mom is a secretary for the primary school ‣ has two sisters; they all strangely grew fond of helping around the car workshop so you bet she knows how to fix engines and change tyres ‣ had always wanted more than staying in town and sort of fading away ‣ managed to get away to a good university in rhode island, but stayed for only a year -- it was too stressful, too much everything  ‣ harmony = happiness ‣ once worried that she’d just fade away if she stayed in town, now fears that she might not be able to cope with the hecticness of the big cities ‣ gets too much into the little details, prefers organization over spontaneity and chaos ‣ cannot admit how much she likes comedy movies and sappy horror ones ‣ mom friend; will braid your hair when you’re stressed and cup your hands in hers when she can tell they’re cold ‣ + level-headed, intuitive, reassuring, helpful, resourceful / - slightly aloof, defensive, finicky, an overthinker ‣ character inspirations: velma ( ‘ scooby doo’ ), nina ( ‘in the heights’ ), wendy ( ‘peter pan’ ), katara ( ‘avatar: the last airbender’ )

#washedupintro #* wren / about