| Will |
[10 Dec 2017|03:04pm] |
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Hey. How are you doing today?
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| Carson and Guerra (minus Prescott) |
[10 Dec 2017|03:48pm] |
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What's this I hear about free housing for the displaced?
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| Mike |
[10 Dec 2017|03:51pm] |
Did you run away because of me?
[Stiles]
I think I killed Santa again.
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| open video post |
[10 Dec 2017|04:48pm] |
[She looks in the mirror one more time, tilting her head with slow, deliberate consideration. The same final check she does every time she leaves her room in the morning, whether she's going to first period or to a werewolf fight. Lipstick blotted, dress smoothed, accessories matching, and everything laid out where she'll need it when she returns. Deep breath in through her nose, out through her mouth, she straightens a little, grabs her bottega veneta tote, pre-packed with everything she'll need for what she's planning and then...
...she's standing on a snowy street, outside a toy store decorated for...Christmas?]
But it's June...
[She whispers, even as she starts shivering. She hugs herself, partially to keep warm and partially to keep away panic. Oh God where am I, if it's December, if it was a fugue state and it's December and I'm somewhere it snows how long have I been... deep breaths...to stop a panic attack in through your nose, count to three, then out again... she's calming herself the best she can when she looks down and sees the tablet, like some kind of knock-off ipad, lying right at the toes of her heeled boots. Her own reflection is staring back at her, it's recording, and she sucks in a breath before smoothing her features into the calmest expression she can manage and picking up the tablet, holding it gingerly in front of her face.]
Hello?
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| House Spam |
[10 Dec 2017|06:34pm] |
[She's still shaken from the day before, and there's way too much snow to attempt skateboarding so when she finds the kitchen empty and starts checking the cabinets and the fridge, she finds the ingredients she needs to make homemade cookies. She spots the little version of Ruby in his room playing and she kneels down on the ground.]
Hey, do you want to help me with something?
[An hour later finds her rolling out dough for sugar cookies as chocolate chip ones bake in the oven, Christmas music playing quietly on the radio set on the kitchen counter. There are shakers of multi-colored sprinkles waiting, as well as M&Ms and icing. She hasn't done this in years, since her mom married Neil and Neil and Billy became permanent fixtures in her life. She doesn't use a recipe, she just goes from memory, kneading the dough, rolling it out, using cookie cutters to make them into shapes and baking them.
The first person to make fun of her for being girlie just this once will definitely get punched.]
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| Thomas |
[10 Dec 2017|10:09pm] |
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Hey, how are you feeling?
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