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[tonibeltran]

STATUS: closed for @rachelxhan LOCATION: o'malley's irish pub

It’s been a minute, since he’s last seen Rachel around. After their last text chain a couple of weeks back, it almost feels like the other’s been avoiding Toni — which would make sense, had he done something to maybe offend her. But he can’t for the life of him pick out a single instance where that may have been the case, so he has to imagine there’s maybe something wrong, and the burden’s clearly on him to figure out what that is.

He’s been expecting a text back for a couple of days now, but as luck would have it, he spots Rachel across the room at O’Malley’s — so maybe he doesn’t have to wait too long, after all. Grabbing his whiskey from the bar, he offers Clementine a tight smile as he slips out of his stool and makes his way over to Rachel, slipping into the seat across from her with an easy smile. “Almost called in a wellness check for you,” he jokes, though there’s a hint of concern lining his tone. “Haven’t heard from you in a minute.” A hesitant pause. “Are we okay?”

[puppppppppy]

XIN YA MOMENT

[gwendolynwcde]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: grip factory

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: afternoon

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @nazimxgul

For a team building exercise Gwendolyn's supervising officers that were in charge of new recruits had suggested having one over at the Grip Factory. It was a good change up and different from the usual exercises and so, she wasn't opposed to the idea and decided to show face and join them. After doing a couple of rounds with the cadets and getting to know them, she finished up the last encounter before dusting off the chalk from her hands and stepping away for a water break. Going to her duffel bag, she pulled out her water bottle to take a couple of mini gulps, but stopped halfway after noticing a familiar face. Approaching the individual she then asked, "Sorry to bother, but you're Nazim Gül, right? Founder of SkyAid Technologies?" Extending her hand to introduce herself, she then said, "I'm Gwendolyn Wade, I've read and heard about your work. It's quite impressive, as well as impactful. You're such a long way from Silicon Valley or overall the West coast, are you currently here for a personal visit or for work?"

[kmadrigalsoto]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: city hall staff meeting - parks and rec & sanitation departments

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: morning

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @feyzaxergin

Ever since she had her own workplace accommodation, Kimberly hadn't been too involved in meetings as she preferred to work directly with Irza and smaller groups. It's been some time since she had joined mixed department wide meetings as they were bigger and there were more involvement there. As a compromise, she took on a smaller role bringing in the pastries, coffee and tea for the parks and recreation, as well as sanitation department. Today's agenda was more so the up keep and clean up of the local parks given that there were going to be different autumnal events taking place. She had been instructed to head home after, but the workaholic in her couldn't bring herself to do it since she wanted to make sure there were no takeaways for the mayor and their team. So, the compromise was to stick around in the beginning and leave halfway once she got the gist of the meeting.

On top of that, there was some work gossip that she'd been missing out on and well, she was getting a bit of FOMO there. Ignoring some of the stares she was getting since a few were probably wondering why she was working and not on leave, she took a seat next to Feyza and mumbled, "Some people need to work on being discrete." As she met her gaze, she handed her a cup of one of the hot beverages and said, "Apparently Jack, the Sanitation Lead, has some 90 day fiancée thing going on...But I'm a little confused cause I always thought he had thing for Sheryl, who's one of the Park Rangers. Do you know if it's true?"

[the-commissions-deadliest]

@theseance444 + CONTINUED FROM HERE

Sat at a booth in a dark corner of the bar glass of whisky in hand, Cha-Cha had been watching Klaus like a hawk well before the venue closed. Her head occupied only by thoughts of revenge for the trouble he had caused her, she had followed him from the bar. She had watched him walk into the convenience store and followed suit.

The door chimed as it opened; it was a happy kind of sound, a contrast to the frustration that Cha-Cha was feeling. It was infuriating really, that such a pathetic man had caused her so many issues as of late. Stepping into the convenience store she quickly surveyed her surroundings; empty aside from her and her target. And aside from the employee behind the counter but if he got caught in the cross fire then so be it. For a moment there’s a sense of calm, a silence broken only by the sound of an upbeat pop song playing over the store’s speakers.

Wasting no time, she briskly walked down isle between shelves. Clenching her fists, it doesn’t take long for her to corner him in the back of the store. This time there was nowhere for him to run.

“Should’ve thought of that before you stole from the motel room.”

With no hesitation she took a step forward and in one fluid movement drove her first towards his face with a solid punch.

“Oh so you think you’re in the position to be making threats.”

[noahhwcng]

closed starter @gwendolynwcde

Noah arrived at the mayoral ball, his eyes scanning the crowd for Dante. He adjusted his tie, feeling a bit out of place among the glittering gowns and sharp tuxedos. It probably didn’t help that he didn’t know many of the guests in attendance. As he made his way through the throng of people, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Out of nowhere, he collided with someone, nearly knocking them over. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" he said, reaching out to steady the person he'd bumped into. "Are you alright? I wasn't watching where I was going."

As he looked up to meet the person's eyes, he froze. Recognition dawned on him, and he felt like he'd been transported back in time. "Gwen?" he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and disbelief. It was her. Gwen, Ellie's best friend from high school. He hadn't seen her in years, not since... well, Ellie’s funeral, but he wasn’t going to think about that sad day. His mind raced, memories flooding back. Feeling awkward, he cleared his throat—trying to find the right words. "I... wow. It's been a long time," he said, his hand still on her arm from when he'd steadied her. He quickly dropped it, feeling awkward. "How have you been?"

[kyewinslcw]

closed starter @joxdrayton

location: mayoral ball before the blackout

Kye was making his rounds at the mayoral ball, scanning the crowd for familiar faces when his gaze landed on a face he’d always looked forward to seeing. Josephine. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in her appearance. His jaw dropped a bit. Damn, she looked ethereal in the dress she had on. They'd spoken about giving their marriage a fair shot, and while he wanted to ask her to come with him to this event, he'd refrained from doing so. A part of him was still skittish, but now that they were both here, he figured he could at least chat her up—she was his wife, after all.

Pushing aside his reservations, he approached her from behind, a charming smile spreading across his face. "You look beautiful this evening," he said as he positioned himself in front of her, his eyes roaming over her appreciatively. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, he couldn't deny the flutter in his chest at her proximity. "Did you come alone?" His gaze lingered on her pretty face a little too long, drinking in the sight of her. 

[moonstalk]

❛ you will witness true horror. ❜ / sienna to jason sorry shes bold

jason moved like a shadow through the dense woods, the underbrush crunching faintly beneath his boots. he could feel her—not in any way that could be explained, but in the way he always felt his prey. fear, sharp and bitter, hung in the air like a scent, guiding him closer.

the trees parted to reveal a clearing. she was there. standing ... waiting? her presence was unlike the others he had hunted; she did not flee. there was no tremor in her stance, no desperation in her movements. jason's grip tightened on his machete, the cold steel a natural extension of his will. the whispers in his mind grew louder, urging him to move, to end this.

❛ you will witness true horror, ❜ she said, her voice cutting through the stillness.

he stopped, his frame half-hidden in the shadows. he watched her, his mask an unreadable void. the forest seemed to hold its breath with him, the mists of the lake swirling at his feet like restless spirits. her words echoed as fractured thoughts stirred—images, sensations, memories—a boy gasping for air, the crushing weight of water, the cold indifference of death.

the machete in his hand felt heavier, the dried blood on its blade catching the light as if mocking him. his grip tightened. the hunger to destroy surged within, the unrelenting drive that pushed him through the endless cycle of death and rebirth. it whispered to him now, coaxing him to strike, to end her as he had ended so many before.

yet as he approached, the stillness around her unsettled him. there was no fear here, no frantic flight to fuel his hunt. instead, she stood firm, and something deep within him hesitated. this was not the usual prey. she met his advance with strange resolve, and it scraped against the raw edges of his rage, sparking confusion in the void of his thoughts.

jason stopped just short of striking distance, towering over her. she was so close, within the reach of his blade, but he didn’t move. the whispers clawed at him, furious and demanding, yet his hand remained still.

[kianlawson]

closed starter @isaacxcho

location: midtown

Kian looked up from the inventory sheets when the bell chimed at Finishing Touches. Isaac walked in, looking worse for wear. "You look like hell," he said, grabbing a cup of coffee and handing it over to the other. A customer browsing nearby knocked over an entire row of paint samples, making a rainbow mess across the floor. "Great…" he muttered under his breath, watching the flustered customer apologize profusely. Honestly, he couldn’t blame the guy. They all had their moments. One of his employees came out to clean up the mess, and he turned his attention back to Isaac. "Need help finding anything specific, or did you just come to snag some coffee again?"

[ariyacl]

closed starter @nazliuzun

location: rizzo's

Ariya sat across from Nazli at their usual booth in Rizzo's, stirring her iced tea with her straw. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she observed her friend's expression. "So, you and Ryat?" She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the worn wooden table. "I've got to say, I'm really happy. I've been telling that stubborn man to open his heart." She chuckled, shaking her head. "II mean, I wasn’t looking for anything serious when I jumped in bed with my boyfriend. But sometimes life just has other plans, you know?” Trying to explain this to Ryat was tiring, if she was being honest. The man was stuck in his ways and stubborn as hell. Ironic, considering how stubborn she was too. Why wouldn't her ride or die be the same, right? “I’m glad you’ve softened him a bit, at least.”

[ishanigarcia]

closed starter @donovanpaak

location: her office at soundwave

Ishani sat in her office, her desk a messy jigsaw puzzle with papers scattered everywhere. She expelled a deep sigh while sorting through the endless stack of business documents. Her recent break had been vital. But damn, the aftermath was going to be the death of her. "Where's a genie when I need one? You'd think I was gone for an entire year or something," she said to Donnie by the door. Her gaze shifted between the chaos on her desk and her brother. She’d missed him, but before she could chill with him, work had to get done. She grabbed another pile, studying the dates with a grimace. "I swear these papers multiply when I'm not looking." Peering up at him with puppy dog eyes, “you’re pretty smart. Come help me so we can get out of here.” 

[hazalyildizs]

closed starter @safiadecastilla

location: bubble time (august 15th)

Hazal settled into her seat at the bubble tea shop, feeling a prick of guilt as she faced Safia. She'd been so wrapped up in life and whirlwind romance with Lincoln that she'd barely had time for anyone else. Taking a sip of her mango bubble slush, she decided to come clean. "Sorry, I've been MIA. I took a trip to New York and then work sort of took over," she said, fidgeting with her straw. "But also, I figured I might as well tell you, Linc and I made things official. Only, sex is off the table until I know this isn't just about my raging hormones." Anyone in her shoes probably thought she was nuts for deciding to not have sex, but she was truly serious about making sure they weren’t just together because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. 

[gwendolynwcde]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: mercy hospital - ER department

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: mid-afternoon

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @nicolemcrtin

It was typical for Gwendolyn to show up at Mercy Hospital, especially when there were individuals that were involved in multiple of her team's cases and needed either questioning or an update on their care. Today she was supervising new recruits as they handled their suspects when they needed medical care. However, it wasn't going too well as one of her recruit's suspect started being indecent by urinating on hospital property and causing a scene. Unamused by what's going on, she stood there observing her employees handling the situation (which was way too slow for her liking) before glancing over at Nicole who was eyeing the whole thing too, "Another day in the office, am I right?" she monotonously joked as a tired sigh escaped her lips. "Although I feel like you've seen worse, right?"

[kmadrigalsoto]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: soundwave

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: evening

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @milesbellingham

To think she would djay again in public seemed like a long shot. However, since she'd been cooped up at home for the most part she went back to her old hobby and became invested in making a couple of mixes. It was an effective distraction and it also made her realize how much she missed it. When an opportunity came to play a set in Soundwave, she decided to try it out to gain some sense of normalcy back with her interest in the nightlife. It was somewhat of a good foundation since she wouldn't be immersed in the crowds and also, she had requested the body guards Nik hired to be her entourage and disguise themselves as her friends. After a successful run, she packed up her equipment for the next DJ to take over before heading back out to the bar and dancefloor. As she walked with her entourage a few of them were eyeing one of the patrons with excitement and awe. It was not only obvious, but clearly this was someone notable as she asked them about him. Once she learned who it was, she decided to help them out in getting at least an autograph by taking a few disposable coasters from the bar and a sharpie from her equipment bag to sign. She didn't want to impose a group photo and disrupt his night fully, so this seemed like a fair compromise.

There was no use in hiding the fact that they were all staring and so she gestured a wave and asked, "Mr. Bellingham, right? I'm so sorry to interrupt, but my friends couldn't help but fanboy and fangirl, hence the stares..." Holding up the coasters and sharpie she then added, "They're too shy, but I thought I'd help them out and ask if you don't mind signing these? The worst you could say is no and I completely understand. If you only have time for one, I'll take it even. So what do you say?"

[the-commissions-deadliest]

@thenightmareofyourdrems sent 'you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?' (Lila to The Handler)

“Hm?”

She had been too involved in her own doings to give Lila her full attention; she looks up from where she sits at her desk, cigarette in one hand. Exhaling, The Handler glances towards the doorway where her daughter stands, “Lila darling, I didn’t expect you to be back so soon! That little job of yours go well?”

Extinguishing the cigarette in a nearby ash tray, she proceeds to swiftly scoop up the files in front of her and shove them away in the bottom draw of the desk. Completely ignoring any hints of irritation in Lila’s voice, she waits for the her to enter the office, gesturing towards the chair opposite her. It's the kind of gesture that says come, sit; more a demand as opposed to an invitation.

“Now, what is it you wanted?”

[strayslost]

It's not often that Verlaine gets to meet young assassins - those who've followed a similar path as him, even if the destination never quite the same.

There's always something in their eyes, though. Sometimes it's hatred, sometimes sadism - but more often, a guarded kind of wariness; the look of men who hold no trust in the world or it's people and who understand well the meaning of kill or be killed.

Verlaine can't help but wish they understood... that they have more than they think they do. They have the privilege of being human, of having a meaning to their existence - something that no matter how much bitter envy he feels, he'll never gain for himself. Though they think they do, they don't understand the meaning of true isolation... but, to be fair, he knows that there's no way that they could understand such a thing. And it's not like they don't suffer, as well. Of course, sometimes, even that suffering... is something that Verlaine wishes he could reach out and take for himself.

But this boy seems different. When Verlaine looks in his eyes, it's difficult to see anything at all. As if he's looking out into an empty sea, it's impossible to make out what he's thinking... and that's enough to catch Verlaine's interest, if only a little.

"You have excellent technique." he offers his praises towards the boy's latest kill, unbothered by the danger that revealing himself might present to him. "It's not often that I see one with so much potential. Ah... but I apologize. Watching from a distance like this - I really ought to mind my manners, don't you think?"

@sunderedscript ( starter for oda! )