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𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍��𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄, green eyes scan over the varied snacks the booth had to offer. Despite it all mostly being items you could get at any bodega, he's sure the carnival had overpriced them just a smidge, surely he'd get fairly acquainted with the prices in no time. ❝Y'know what, you make a very good point.❞ And if sticky fingers happen to shove a snack or two into his coat pockets for later on? That was neither here nor there. ❝Famous last words, don't jinx us.❞ Though, maybe it'd make the shift go quicker. Resting on one of the stools that'd been provided, Wolfie sits by the space heater, grateful he wouldn't be freezing to death at least. ❝So, here with a special someone?❞ One leg drapes over the other as he takes another bite of the cookie, ❝I feel like I'm the only one without a date, not all hope is lost, though. There's a lot of manwhores in attendance, like that Charlie guy.❞

FRANKLY, ELIAS WOULDN’T COMPLAIN about the offered distraction. the job he had been assigned wasn’t far off from his usual one, considering he was a bartender. some kind of front-facing service, something he always did with a signature goofy smile. he was one of the highest-tipped bartenders at the alibi for a reason — and it wasn’t always for his quality drink-making. “ nah, i’m not the stalking type. i just happen to get lucky every now and then. “ he laughs, shoving his hands in his pockets as he examines the station. gets used to his surroundings, tries to make sense of where everything is. frankly, he hadn’t been upset to be sent here — even if he had wondered what working the hidden messages booth would be like. he was just glad he didn’t get the kissing booth, even if the version of him a couple months ago may have been. “ i mean…. considering it’s only one day i don’t think they’re going to need the inventory. i wouldn’t rat you out anyway. “ he winks before looking out at the rest of the fair. “ you’d think we’d be busier…. parents and their kids and all that. “

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𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑, but where was the fun in that? One day he'd eventually learn... despite saying this for years now. At least this time he wasn't the one to make a dig at Dante's dead boytoy, he was already six feet under, there was no need to drag him even further. But he did make shady comments at them nonetheless.

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇. Maybe Dante should've been there instead. Wolfie didn't do romance much, unless you counted the on and off again flings and string of hookups around the city, but he was having fun writing the names of assholes he'd dealt with and smashing plates in between some flirty and bratty texts. ❝Ow!❞ The whine slips past his lips as he's grabbed and pulled away from the booth, knowing, sleazy smirk on his lips regardless. ❝Surprised you didn't take me right then and there, didn't know you were practicing self restraint.❞

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location: heartbreak smash

Dante knew he was still touchy about everything relating to Lucky's death. It was no surprise when he'd believe he was going to spend the rest of his life with the man. As someone who was supposed to be his closest friend Griffin should have known better than to say that shit to him. As the don he knew he couldn't do anything drastic like shoot the remaining Gallos in the head like he was tempted to so he needed to find another way to let out his frustration. He was at the booth within a matter of seconds from finding out where Wolfie was and Dante wasted no time roughly grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him away from the crowd. "I don't give a fuck what you were in the middle of, you're coming with me."

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 speaking with the leaders from the other gangs, or at all, really. They steered clear of them for the most part, not from fear but of disinterest. But Miray? She was the only woman pulling the reigns out of all 5 groups and that alone (along with her looks) made her far more interesting than the other leaders-- besides the Syndicates, of course. Digging into the pocket of their jacket, they fish out their wallet and grab a bill bigger than a $10, fingers offering it over to the brunette, ❝There, that should get me a few.❞ They chuckle before adding, ❝Kidding, kidding. Wouldn't wanna hog up the line and form an angry mob.❞ Or upset the thumb, as Griffin had used to refer to her boyfriend the other day. Not that Denali would be opposed or bothered by it.

Miray knew who the woman in front of her was. She would have been a terrible leader if she was unaware of important players in the game they all played. A founding family member turned syndicate hacker was someone worth taking note of. "Denali, I'm glad you decided to make your way over." She winked, all part of the service of course. "There's a minimum." Miray explained, tapping on the sign about the $10 minimum. "But you can pay whatever you're feeling generous enough to give to the cause." What cause that was Miray had no idea and honestly, she didn't care.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 and being nowhere near one of the leads or heads in the gang was that Denali didn't have to bother with putting up a facade. They weren't in the high or low ranks but somewhere nice in the middle, comfortable, for now. Probably one of the better decisions they'd made rather than becoming some soldier little bitch in the Serpents. ❝Tell me about it. It'd be just my luck to be stuck at the cheesiest, corniest fucking booths.❞ Denali huffs with a roll of their eyes as the two come to a stop, they're not too far from the carnival but not close enough to have some parent or Karen bitch and complain about the smell of weed. ❝Bummer, what's with all these straight girls always dating losers and bums?❞ The question slips past their lips before they could fully stop themselves from blurting it out, Denali couldn't find it in herself to care though.

He wanted to get out of there already, even if he knew he couldn't. Henry would just have to suck it up and deal with it. He could put on a facade if he really had to. He would just be internally miserable the entire time. "I'm already being one by showing up," he pointed out, though there was no malice in his tone. He had to start acting differently now, given his recent promotion. He still had no idea what he was doing half of the time. It was all a learning game for him. He'd figure it out eventually, find his footing and transition into this position fully. He didn't want his dynamics within the gang to shift drastically, hence the reason he wasn't treating Denali any differently. "Well, that sounds pretty fucking stupid. I know Dilan. Her boyfriend's a fucking loser."

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 or anyone, really. But the boredom and competitor in her itched to win a prize or two despite not being interested in anything the carnival had to offer. She could always just gift the plushies to Mina, the only kid in her life that she actually gave a shit about, even if the girl had more than enough already. Stopping at the balloon darts knowing all too well this would be too easy, Blayze slams down the bills needed for darts. ❝The claw machines might be rigged. But this? Most likely not.❞ It required some form of skill.

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓, 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐃 balloons stuck to the wall. With a flick of her wrist, the dart flies out to pop with a satisfying snap. ❝Instead of the balloon, replace it with the face of someone you can't stand. Imagine the dart stabbing their eye, gives incentive.❞

LOCATION: balloon darts, cupid's carnival TAG: open! @sinnerssquarestart

Admittedly, Elena had little interest in the array of pastel pink and red stuffed animals that lined each booth as prizes despite her skill with most of the games dotted throughout the carnival grounds. Shithead activities in her early-twenties meant she'd spent a lot of time honing her abilities with these sorts of things, only to unleash them on the nearest stranger who fell for a smile and big brown doe eyes. Once her turn came around again, she aimed and intentionally missed the first two darts, then popped a pink balloon on the third.

"I think this is rigged," she complained with a heavy sigh, then twirled another dart between her fingers and eyed the next person. "Are you any better?"

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 and hitting against her back, Blayze hugs her jacket closer to her body and mutters a string of curses under her breathe. The only way to survive an event in the middle of winter was to drink and so she took another swig from her flask to welcome the bittersweet burn that made its way down her throat with ease. ❝Well, shit. Sounds like I'm in for a good time.❞ She smirks, ❝Y'know, I did have a good feeling about today as soon as I noticed our names weren't listed for a booth.❞

"A girl's gotta eat." Mirth shimmered behind her cloud of smoke as it poured into the open air. At last, someone with a tolerance for games. "You're in luck. Fortune favors the supremely hot." To anyone outside of her chosen family, the tone of this spontaneous prediction probably read more serious than Cat was ever capable of being. Thankfully Blayze was a Crimson and that came with at least a mild recognition of her antics. "I predict a full evening for you with some dark haired, mysterious company who's running low on smokes..."

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𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘, Denali chuckles, thumb fiddling with their septum piercing. ❝You've got no room to talk when you were moaning on my dick like a needy slut just a week ago.❞ And such pretty moans, too. They'd spent many nights thinking about what it'd be like, how Angelina would look taking them. They're glad they were able to scratch the ITCH. ❝A polaroid?❞ Denali questions, brow quirked as they flip the nude over and over again between tattooed digits, ❝I've got the video filling you up over and over, I don't need this. But since you've offered.❞ They shrug, ❝Now, the fuck do you want, Ang? Back to piss me off so I teach you another lesson?❞ Leaning forward, with their free hand they brush off the red blazer to show off the dark mark on her collarbone, ❝I am packing...❞ Denali whispers, brown eyes meeting blue, cocky smirk on their lips.

"Nah, more like someone little bitch, you were always so good at taking orders." Angelina quipped back, not wasting a breath to let the insult out. But Angelina just rolled her eyes, she knew they wouldn't deliver it. "Hmm, maybe. I'm sure she'd love the reward I was willing to give, she seems like the type to scream as she comes." She gave a lazy shrug. "Oh, such a shame. Here, you keep it then." She said with a smile as she dropped the nude polaroid of herself face up. She was gonna slip it into Nali's card anyway. Nali had a way of sending her into a spiral. She pulled her bottom lip between their teeth, "You can get yourself off to that later, I definitely did a lot that day."

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𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 "𝐈'𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄", because why in the world would anyone? Though, he supposes for charity and helping out the less fortunate, you should. It had certainly helped him out during tough times and he figures this was weirdly his way of giving back despite being voluntold to do it. (That was neither here nor there) Admittedly, it'd been somewhat of a bummer to see he hadn't been placed at the Fortune Tellers but he's glad to be with someone who was hostile, or worse: boring as shit. ❝Is it fate or are you stalking me?❞ He questions, green hues glaring accusatory at the other yet still playful as tattooed fingers fiddled with the clear packaging of a red velvet cookie. ❝Do you think we have to pay for this? Or can we snack for free since we're in charge right now?❞ Without waiting for an answer, he rips the packaging open regardless to break off a piece.

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LOCATION: the lovers snack bar, shift two. FOR: wolfie ambrose.

WHEN ELIAS HAD LEARNED he'd have to work at this event -- he immediately assumed he'd have some form of company. what he didn't expect was to be delighted by whom they had chosen for him. he liked wolfie, quite a bit actually. they had only spoken once, belittling one of the thousands of wannabe influencers in new york. he didn't mind them in all honesty -- chase your dream. who was he to judge? however, a line was drawn when someone found themselves nearly drowning in their pompousness. elias appears to be in a good mood as he makes his way in the directions of the booth, hands buried in his jacket pocket. he never expected people to enjoy being so fucking cold. he had somehow forgotten the chill while spending time with bianca. " well well, hey there stranger. " elias grins, his usual sly smile curling at his lips. he pauses at wolfie's side before turning his head. " looks like fate has pulled us back together. "

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location: hidden messages booth, shift 3 status: closed @dilansahin

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 the first two shifts, eager to send out all types of corny lovey dovey messages to their partners and loved ones. But there'd still been a trickling line during the final shift of people wanting to send in last minute notes with their significant other distracted. ❝So...❞ They trail off, fiddling with the stem of a rose that'd been deemed 'bad' for sending off with a note, ❝Do you think we have to deliver these at the end of the shift? I didn't pay close attention to the instructions.❞

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𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃, 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃. Maybe it didn't help that they'd been standing at the front of the booth manning it with Dilan, surely they were being watched with the line of expectant customers that were waiting impatiently for their turn.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 Denali of something. Someone. Those brown eyes seemed familiar to an extent and not being able to put their finger on it bothered her.

❝𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 neither here nor there. What people don't know wont kill them.❞ Shoulders rise and fall in an unbothered shrug, curiosity had killed the cat but satisfaction had brought it back but after doing this for half an hour none seemed to pique their interest enough to take a peek.

❝𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐑 relieving to get off your chest.❞ They pause before continuing, ❝Maybe even fun if you sign it off anonymously and watch from afar as the receiver reads and is left confused, wanting answers.❞

Bianca’s gaze lingers just a fraction too long on Denali, her posture relaxed but deliberate as she watches them, the edge of her mouth twitching into a small, knowing smile. She hadn’t expected this interaction to feel...different. She had prepared herself for this moment, spent hours going over the details—replaying every scene in her mind, like flipping through a file. And yet, none of it had quite matched the reality of standing here, face-to-face with them.

So this is Denali, she thinks, the thought settling in her chest with a quiet intrigue that she hadn’t anticipated. It’s disarming, this dynamic between them—nothing like the static image of them she had studied, dissected in silence. She feels a small, almost imperceptible shift inside her, like the stirrings of something that isn’t entirely under her control.

Interesting.

Her voice, though still calm and cool, now carries a flicker of something less guarded, something almost...human. "A clever setup," she observes, her eyes flicking to the flowers and the little notecards with a casual disinterest that’s only partly feigned. "But I take it you’re not really concerned with who reads the messages."

She tilts her head slightly, considering them for a moment longer than necessary.

"But isn’t there something...intimate about the idea of sending a secret," Bianca continues, the corner of her lips lifting slightly, " even if it's never meant to be revealed? How curious." Her words float in the air with an easy grace, masking the undercurrent of something deeper—a quiet, calculating curiosity that holds its own brand of fascination.

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𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 the sea of people rather quickly, too accustomed to the hustle of the city and traffic jams when it came to the people and transportation. Though, that didn't make it any less irritable for them. ❝Man, be a team-player.❞ Denali groans as the glance over at him, their tone didn't show any actual annoyance though. It wasn't his fault and maybe it was too casual considering he'd been promoted to boss man recently.. But then again it wasn't like them to be business professionals all of a sudden. ❝Yeah, I figured I'd try anyway. I've got the hidden messages booth later with Dilan... Don't know shit about her but hopefully it isn't too bad.❞

He stood by his belief that the carnival was stupid. He didn't want to attend, but he knew he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Henry hated putting on a facade, but he knew he didn't have any other choice. He knew that Denali was not going to turn him down, hence the reason he'd selected them in the first place. He could've smoked alone, but it wasn't as entertaining. "Perfect, let's go," he said, gesturing towards the exit. Was it professional as a leader to smoke with the people who worked for him? He didn't really care. "Sorry to break it to you, but there's no way I'd ever consider it. You'll have a great time doing ... whatever it is you're supposed to be doing."

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Oh, is that SASHA “BLAYZE” KING? I heard the THIRTY EIGHT year old is ALERT. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also DANGEROUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a HITMAN in the CRIMSONS. tw: mentions death of loved one and a kid [not in detail tho!]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ;

Name: Sasha King

Nicknames/Alias: Blayze

Age: 38

DOB: October 30th

Zodiac: Scorpio

Gender: cisfemale

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual

Tattoos: dragon (dont ask me placement i cant decide rn)

Piercings: Ears

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;

Favorite Song: Demons by Doja Cat

Traits: Alert, loyal, fearless, calculating, adaptable, vengeful, dangerous, irritable, violent

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, toeing evil

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Pinterest - tba

𝐁𝐈𝐎 ;

Born into a family of Crimsons dating back to the Chicago days, the King’s of course followed the gang to New York once the move was made.

Sasha, or Blayze as she goes by, wasn’t a planned pregnancy in the slightest but welcomed into the world nonetheless despite the initial hesitancy from her parents.

Her mother wasn’t too happy with having to take a step back from her duties but she’d dealt with it regardless.

From an early age she was taught the importance of education and knowledge, not just academically of course. She’d been her parent’s little protege, girls her age were playing house and with Barbie’s while she was far more interested in training.

It started off with simple martial arts and fighting tactics, blocking hits, to learning how to defend herself and take hits of all sorts.

Once that had been achieved, which was far easier as she’d been eager to please, she could go onto learning how to break people in turn: torture techniques, how to break people psyches and probe for valuable information.

She wasn’t necessarily the best at making friends when it came to school but that didn’t matter when she knew the type of life she’d be fully immersing herself into once she was 18.

Naturally, she’d continue the path of the crimson life. She started off in the low ranks despite how good they knew she’d be getting her hands dirty. Blayze was eager to become a hit woman but her parents knew she’d need to earn it, too much eagerness could make you reckless and recklessness would get you killed.

But she did earn it, because of course she did. And she continues to enjoy being sent off on a job, it’s like a little game to her and she enjoys the thrill of the hunt.

Her parents would’ve wanted her to strive for more but Blayze wasn't interested in never interested in taking on more and being a leader, she doesn’t have the patience or needed charisma for dealing with all the members. Although most of the crimsons are considered family, Blayze still keeps a guard up and doesn't just trust them all blindly, her parents taught her that. Anyone could betray her or the gang at any given moment.

With her line of work, making friends and getting close to people outside of the crimsons isn’t easy. Not that she exactly tries either but there have been times where that hard shell was cracked.

Somewhere along the her late twenties she’d fallen for a woman— a single mom who works two jobs (literally) and a kid that wasn’t too bad. It was a surprise even to herself and although she’d done her best to keep them private and hidden from the life she led, they were killed in retaliation to something she’d done. Blayze has never forgiven herself for that.

The second time she’d let someone in was fairly recent. Around a year or so ago. It was hot and fun, someone she would’ve liked to keep around for the good sex and maybe more and good company, they matched each others freak well but that very much backfired on her when she found out he was on an entirely different side to hers. Additionally, he’d interfered with one of her jobs. Blayze rarely ever misses or fails, so when she does, it’s a huge fucking deal to her. It’s fine though, she’d taken her frustrations out on him and left him to die… or did she? She loves a good game.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ;

Mostly known as Blayze, thats how she introduces herself most often than not. Only those close to her would know her first name, Sasha’s a bit too personal, something reserved for those she cares about. Where does Blayze come from? Being a pyromaniac, idk, what? Are you a fucking cop??????

Terrible cook, don’t look at her fucking fridge there’s not much in there

Surprisingly not terrible with kids. However, that doesn’t mean she’s gonna be babysitting anytime soon

She’s ambidextrous

Keeps her place clean and neat all of the time, nothing is ever out of place

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Three Summers (2017)

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𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 with some bullshit lie about being sick, it was the middle of winter anyway. ❝Dude, you don't have to ask me twice.❞ They're relieved to have ran into Henry in the midst of the busy crowds, it'd been a bit too overstimulating and they'd been 0.5 seconds away from shoving someone away. ❝I was thinking I'd ditch early but then I remembered I gotta work the last fucking shift at my booth... Speaking of, how much would I have to pay up for us to switch?❞

♡ ˚ ﹔ closed @ofintrusions event starter. ♡ ˚ ﹔ muse ; henry.

He would rather be anywhere else, Henry couldn't believe he'd been suckered into this in the first place. "I'm gonna lose my fuckin' mind if I have to put up with this shit for much longer," he told Denali, huffing in annoyance. "I don't usually do this, but I brought a joint with me. Wanna get out of here for a little while to make this place a little more tolerable?

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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓, ❝Do I look like a mailman to you?❞ They questioned, brow raised, ❝If you want these delivered, I wouldn't bet on me doing them.❞ Not just Angelina's but anyone's for that matter. ❝Maybe ask Dilan.❞ They suggest with one of those passive aggressive customer service smiles, motioning over to their booth partner who was busy with one of the other patrons. With Angelina leaning forward, Denali could spot one of the hickeys peeking from the top of her white shirt, the other somewhat hidden under the red blazer that hung on her shoulders covering her collarbone. ❝Before you ask, no, you can't attach one of your nudes to the note.❞ They quip, leaning forward as they offer the second notecard, letting the scent of their cologne linger in front of her face.

"You don't look closed." Angelina barked back with a devious look on her face, "Are you delivering? I'd love it if you could deliver this one." She taunted her ex-girlfriend. Denali's style was one of the first things she noticed about them. It sent her over the edge seeing her dressed like this, it was so hot. Angelina bent over the table, resting her forearms. She knew what she was doing, what exactly would be in their direct eye sight. "Not for me, love, but my date. But actually, give me a second order. I'll write two." She had already sent one anonymously to Denali but now she had an idea.

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𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘, 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, Halloween taking first place, of course. The outfits were slutty more often than not and the sex on those holidays were especially good. What wasn't there to like? ❝Oh really?❞ Blayze muses, the corners of her lips turning upright into a smirk once she hears Cat's offer, ❝Didn't know you picked up a side gig. I'll bite.❞ She hums, leaning against the wall beside her and bringing her flask to her lips.

Location: Outside of the Fortune Teller

Tagged: Open! @sinnerssquarestart

"––You don't need all that." Smoke billowed into the air, mixing effortlessly with the cloud of her breath while Cat spoke. Was it still considered loitering and heckling if she performed it at a public venue? Intentions mattered, one might suppose. The unmistakable tilt of a grin curved into her lips along one side, amusement dancing faintly behind her eyes when they raked over the other individual. "I can tell your fortune right now. Want to hear?"