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· open starter , assume connections ! · located in the living room of her home .
“ i haven't played this in ages , ” referencing to the ouija board in her hands , blowing the dust on top of the cover that has been collected for years . it's probably insensitive of her to do this when several are grieving the loss of a prince ; though she didn't know him well , this is her own method of coping as well . “ look , i'm not trying to be funny — but what if we can talk to lucas ? he could tell us if it was really vigilante who killed him , or maybe he just got a little too wasted at bootsy bellows and tried to go out for a swim . . . ? ” again , she didn't know him ! sitting beside the other in a criss - crossed position as she lays out the game between them , taking a brief pause to toss some popcorn into her mouth before proceeding . “ we could solve this case , you know , and this will all be over . ”
#vigilante.starter#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 📁 ⸝⸝ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁��𝙽𝙴𝙴 ∿ thread .#she's a terrible person . sorry .#could be silly or spooky 👻
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she can sense his disappointment . to find out your friend , a good friend , was killed in the most horrendous way by someone avenging for the lower class , had to be shattering to his world . she snickered when vivienne died — snobby , abnoxious brat definitely got what she deserved . but , lucas didn't deserve to die . especially the way he did ; no matter how much good he did for the world , spending life by the sea and educating the public about its animals ( from what she's read ) instead of succumbing to the sick luxurious the rich got to take advantage of , he still died . the homme was right , who knows what the rules are ? who could be next ? it was complex , leaving her to wonder , hell , either of them could be . and she would wonder for a long time , it seemed , as law enforcement still had no leads . “ well , you are here . and that's great . ” she smiles , allowing a soft side of her to reveal . a rare moment , but it does happen on occasion ; she sympathizes with ace . even someone like her can understand grief isn't easy . “ right . it might be the last time , so we should try to make the most of it . ” god , she sounds like a saint . she gives herself a pat on the back for being so awfully sweet . it was the least she could in a situation like this , not wanting to strain ace any further ( had he been an opposition of hers , it would have been a different story ! ) he'll likely have to pay for this someday . “ ‘course . someone needs to keep tabs on you . ” she jests , rising from her sea with an exaggerated sigh . “ the bartender here sucks ass . but for you , i’ll hop behind the counter and fetch us better drinks . come on , ” walking towards the bar , and instead of hopping in line , she makes her way scoots the bartender over with her hip , grabbing two freshly washed glasses . “ are you up for an old fashioned ? ”
there’s a softness in her words that pulls his gaze up from the rim of his empty glass . not many people get that close to his headspace , especially in a room like this — full of actors and liars , and it presses against that part of him he usually keeps under lock . blue eyes narrow , and he really looks , like he’s trying to size up the truth in her . finally , clears his throat , fingers tapping lightly on the glass . “ yeah , he was a friend . a new one , sort of , but … one of the few around here i actually liked . ” shifts a bit on his seat , like that might ease the knot in his chest . and for a second , he considers brushing off her question , throwing out some tough - guy quip to shut it down . but she didn’t come off like a total jerk — managed to slip past his guard , even just a little . so , fine . he lets himself be honest , for once . “ how’m i holdin’ up ? i dunno . i’m here . ” exhales , running a hand over the back of his neck , gaze sweeping the room .
“ feels different now . kinda snapped into focus tonight , you know ? figured the vigilante was only out for the worst of the worst here — the real greedy assholes . but after lucas … well , who the fuck knows what the rules are anymore . i get it , though , what you said — it’s nice to see a familiar face , sure , but … might be the last time you do . ” ( and yeah , ace knows that’s just how he thinks . it’s that bit of pessimism lodged in his mind . the thought that this vigilante might take out anyone he’s close to the moment they’re on their own — on the way home , in their home , anywhere ) . “ appreciate you checkin’ in , though . means something . ” catches her eye again , the edge of his mouth twitching into something close to a grin . “ though , it’d mean a hell of a lot more if you could find us a proper drink . ”
#eclatdefille#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 📁 ⸝⸝ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙴𝙴 ∿ thread .#ace st. clair .#its the calm b4 the storm#she will call him pathetic soon enough#stop writing so much 🙄
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she guesses she could see the reason behind the fright ; this vigilante character , whoever he may be , did seem to be targeting the elite in beverly park , though charunee wasn't going to let that prevent her from living her life to the very best . especially , not when there was so much yet to be finished . “ i can see where you're coming from , ” she responds to the other's evident alarm , dark orbs scanning the lace dress hanging in between digits . “ i think it's a bit odd — valid , but odd , because i don't think our lives should be put on pause 'cause of it . i mean , yeah , may that lucas guy rest in peace — what an awful way to die — but life goes on , you know ? ” in other words , move on and who cares ?
꒰ starter. ꒱— for: open. ꒰ location. ꒱— at: beverly center.
— she was scared. who wouldn't be ? there was a killer on the loose and they were targeting the rich. she was in beverly park, she was rich. she fit the criteria. so did everyone in the neighborhood. so, naturally - she left. for the day, at least. away in a store that she knew she'd spend a pretty penny in, trying to distract herself from what was going on. however, her shopping partner hadn't said anything in a little while, so she decided to break some ice. “ i'm scared, you know. terrified. ”
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the time is just fifteen minutes before the new curfew law enforcement has demanded . it doesn't stop charunee from continuing her journey down the streets of rodeo drive , retching at what fashion ( at least in stores ) has become , gaze glued upon the windows and their flashy attire . shopping , a hobby , has now become something to do out of boredom . some of her favorite locations had been closed temporarily until this vigilante character was apprehended , a subject she didn't wish to dive into — it was an easily boring conversation , and the same old , same old . glancing at the time on the screen of her device , she exhales and finally decides to enter the chanel store , her last stop of the night before being rushed to return home . already , she senses a . . . feeling . unsure of what that feeling is specifically . a glass of champagne in hand and a black dress in one hand later , and her queries are answered when she's face - to - face with the woman she once shared her heart with . it had been , god knows how long , since they've last seen each other . she briefly recalls that moment , shared in shouts and tears on the verge of spilling from her hues . her countenance is expressionless , as if she's just seen a ghost . perhaps she has . a ghost of somebody she once knew ; the same person she's despised since discovering — what she does not speak of aloud — that her best friend had been seeing the same lover as she . had it been anyone else noah was involved with , it would have been a different story . . . but the lover had been him , a once in a lifetime romance that ones rarely achieve . especially , not her , since . the heart within her chest thumps heavily . could she hear it ? adrenaline coursing throughout her veins , but her features remain the same . empty . noah's question , and her striking discourse with her in general , perks an eyebrow upward . the atmosphere is awkward , tense . but it's as if she's been waiting for this moment . “ sure . ” she responds with a simple nod of her head and a nonchalant tone . setting the items in her grip aside , fingertips begin to toy with the zipper of the other's dress . memories of their younger days , mimicking this exact event , pour throughout her brain . it's astonishing how far downhill they've gone . “ there . ” it seals perfectly , hugging her figure in the proper places . focus rising upwards to their reflection in the mirror , just as she seizes a fistful of noah's locks , abruptly tossing both of their bodies onto the floor . tumbling until charunee is able to hover noah , her knuckles immediately striking into her features .
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 ﹕ @aff1uent . located at the chanel’s flagship boutique on rodeo drive .
fingers drift along the zipper’s line , hovering halfway up her spine , pausing — just for a second , just enough to feel how the dress clings , every curve held just right . and then — a low hum interrupts . soft , polite almost , but persistent , like a quiet tap on the shoulder that won’t quit . and just like that , noah’s mind snaps into alert : it’s him . the vigilante . with a flick of her wrist , she’s out of her suite in a hurry , fingers tugging at the zipper but giving up as it catches halfway , leaving her feeling a touch more exposed than planned . ( and if she dies like this , half - done and caught mid - zip , she’s gonna curse this guy through every generation to come , she swears ) . the main room looks exactly the same as she left it ; racks of designer clothes perfectly in place , mirrors stretching floor to ceiling , champagne still chilling on ice . it feels calm enough , save for the persistent hum still sounding . and right in the center , of all people — charunee , every bit as inconvenienced by this as noah is . ( half of her’s relieved it’s not the vigilante , but the other half ? yeah , maybe she kind of wishes it was ) .
hand drops , freezing for half a second , just long enough to feel that familiar flicker of irritation , hot and sharp beneath her ribs . then , glances toward the exit — locked , of course . must be some security lockdown protocol , a ‘ protection ’ against threats . since the vigilante started terrorizing the city , they’ve probably had this trigger on standby . “ don’t tell me you’re the security threat they’re locking us down over . ” noah sighs , shifting her stance , gaze flickering anywhere but her ex - best friend . but … options are slim . the zipper on her dress is still half - undone , and as much as she’d rather avoid it … there’s still a chance the vigilante’s somewhere nearby . a beat , a quiet throat clear , her pride battling practicality . don’t ask , don’t ask — but it slips out anyway , low , frustrated , as she turns fully , eyes landing anywhere but on charunee’s reflection in the mirror . “ you mind ? ”
#eclatdefille#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 📁 ⸝⸝ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙴𝙴 ∿ thread .#noah park .#noah thinking its vigilante . no babes its ur worst enemy <////3#violence tw
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“ oh my goodness , i was kidding , of course ! ” animating with laughter as she shoves the cardboard box back into the cabinet , where it'll collect more dust for another decade or so . she didn't believe in the paranormal , or afterlife , as the normal would call it . merely anticipated to play the game in hopes of lightening things up around here , as it seemed everyone was sitting around and dreading the fearful vigilante . it was a situation , really , but figured she would deal with said situation should the time come . “ i only brought it out to see how scary it could be ; but obviously , i don't think it would have solved our little beverly park murder mysteries . which , i still think could have been coincidences . . . ” returning to her seat while grabbing the bottle of wine that was set aside , pouring both women half of a glass . “ wouldn't that have been crazy though ? if we did play , and something fucked up did happen — only it wasn't lucas giving us the crap , it was someone else ? ”
ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ regina eyed the object in question , curiosity instantly piqued . “ oh , that's fuckin' morbid , ” she said , though she was intrigued and quite amused . most people would not have the gall to whip out a ouija board in a period of grief . she'd never messed with one herself , never even considered doing it , actually . she did a lot of reckless shit , but messing with the dead was not her idea of a good time . “ you can't be serious , ” she said , shaking her head . “ look , i'm sure it's a nice idea in theory , but when you mess with those things , you're inviting in a lot of dark shit . like , demons and all of that . ” she wasn't about to take her chances with that , it was a little too far for her . “ plus , you wouldn't even know if it was actually him communicating with you . anything could pretend to be him and you could get yourself into some serious shit . shit that's scarier than some psycho tryin' to kill all of us . there's no way that thing's solvin' a murder for us. you've gotta be realistic . ”
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“ oh , don't tell me you're scared . ” she coos , juggling the box a few times to rattle the items . not once , while playing the game , did charunee experience anything extraordinary . causing her to believe it was all foolishness , choosing not to believe in the supernatural and how serious the ouija could be . that was all for the movies , she was convinced . “ it's just a game , babe ! but fine , to protect your divine aura , we don't have to play . ” shuffling the game underneath her couch where it'll probably stay for days , until someone else dies . “ but we have to do something else . i'm only my second margarita , wanna make me another one ? we can keep drinking and look through vogue magazines , see what's hot and what's not . ”
nalini presses her lips together in slight apprehension at the sight of the ouija board in charunee’s hands . “ it’s certainly one way of coping , ” she comments with a light chuckle and fondly shakes her head at the other . listen , all things regarding the occult ? she tries to steer clear of them . doesn’t want any of the bad energy that may potentially come with dabbling in such things . “ but what if we’re trying to talk to lucas but instead we’re met with a troublesome spirit that has no intention on helping us solve this case at all ? ” like charunee , she didn’t know lucas all that well . however , it will be hard to brush off his death as a coincidence given … all the other deaths that have already occurred with the masked killer quickly taking credit . “ i don’t like our odds and i do not want that kind of negative energy , y’know ? ”
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she mimics a barfing sound , rolling her eyes with a shake of her head . “ you're disgusting , xav . even in a circumstance like this , where we should be running to canada to escape this serial killer's ideas and may be the last time i ever see you , i still wouldn't make out with you . ” finally , emitting a laugh , glad that she could make light of this situation with them instead of having to participate the usual overwhelming , boring talk as she did with nearly everyone else . “ you probably passed him some cheap shit for him to look at you like that — ‘cause he was always nice to me and mines . ” hand reaching into her pocket , grabbing a dab pen she calls ’ the astronaut ‘ for well , imitating just how one would feel when they’re sent off to explore the moon . she inhales the substance , deeply for a moment before regretting just how much she allowed into her lungs , coughing as a result . she passes it to xavier and begins setting up the spooky board game . “ i barely knew him , too . but i feel like he's the type of guy to tell us anyway what the hell happened to him . ” shrugging , though she didn't believe in the paranormal mumbo jumbo . merely attempting to do something out of the ordinary while they're cooped up in her house , restricted from attending any bars or other events since it was past curfew . “ quit insulting the dead , before you're next . ” hoping he'd just relax and shut up for once ! digits land on the planchette , almost giggling at how ridiculous this seemed . “ okay — lucas , are you there ? ”
" oh , so this is how we're spending the night ? " xavier mutters , eyebrows raised like he’s already clocked out of the evening . " no slasher movie , no late-night blunt rotation , not even an ill-advised make-out sesh ? we're . . . calling on a ghost ? " he kicks his feet up onto the table , one leg lazily crossing over the other , giving off a real 'so , no head ?' energy—like he's straight up channeling that kid from vine , looking fake-annoyed just to see if she’ll catch on . but behind that whole act , there's something else . . . a spark , maybe curiosity . . . or maybe he's just picturing charunee's reaction when the thing starts moving ( courtesy of his very own "supernatural" finger action . ) " and , i mean , let's be real . . . you think lucas would actually wanna talk to us ? guy barely looked at me when he was still breathing . every time i tried to pass him a hit , he'd just stare at it like i'd handed him a moldy loaf of bread . like , sorry to offend your royal purity , man . " rolling their eyes , they give her a shrug , watching as she tosses back popcorn like she's setting up for a netflix binge , instead of . . . well , this . " fine , whatever , i'm game . . . who am i to stand in the way of your investigation ? go on , ring lucas up—he always did have so much to say , didn’t he ? " he's all sarcasm , but he scoots a little closer anyway .
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it's a sad situation , really . or at least , it would have been had there not been a deadline for the sketches she was itching to finish at home . instead , encouraged ( or more so , forced ) by management to make an appearance to whatever this occasion was — wasn't sure if it was to grieve the norwegian prince , or to come together and take charge of this situation vigilante was orchestrating , or to just not be alone ; so far , it seemed like all combined . “ mm , yeah , i'm not a fan of the drinks here either . ” glancing over at the completely filled glass of gin and tonic sitting beside her briefly , already having decided she won't be getting another one . she didn't know lucas personally , probably saw him once or twice while getting her mail , likely high out of his mind ( he was always smiling . ) but she grieves for his family ; she read somewhere that he had a number of siblings , as does she . she can sympathize with how they must be feeling by losing a brother , putting herself in their shoes if she were to ever lose her own . “ i had a feeling he had to be a stoner . every time i saw him , he seemed out of the ordinary . . . i thought it was a hoax at first as well , but now i'm second guessing . the letters , and the deaths obviously , are getting pretty creepy . ” picking at her manicured fingernails as she engages in the conversation , hues flickering upwards to meet ace's . “ i think this vigilante character will get whoever he wants eventually — no point in sticking together . but , i'll admit , it's relieving to see some familiar faces , still alive , such as yours . . . i know he was your friend , too . how are you holding up ? ”
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 ﹕ open .
squints at the near - empty glass , watching the last watered - down sip of whiskey swirl before setting it down with a faint clink . “ this is , what , my third round of this tastes - like - nothin’ crap ? they really couldn’t put out something that actually hits ? considering … why we’re all here . ” mutters , casting a quick glance at the person next to him , then lets gaze drift across the room , sliding over faces he barely knows , some he knows too well — some looking a little too rehearsed in their grief , others just straight - up uncomfortable . and most of them ? not here for lucas . hell , probably half of them would’ve stayed locked up in their gated mansions if it wasn’t safer to be seen here than hiding at home . “ lucas probably would’ve hated this . probably would’ve walked right out of his own funeral if he could — be outside right now , smoking a joint and saying how it’s all just a hoax . ” ( and it’s fucked up , ace thinks . out of everyone in this room , lucas shouldn’t be the one lying in that coffin . it’s like the vigilante picked the one guy who didn’t have it coming ) . “ wonder if any of ‘em actually miss him , or they’re just here ‘cause they’re too scared to stay home alone , afraid of being next . what d’ya think ? stickin’ together out in public , crammed in a room like this — gonna keep anyone safe ? ”
#eclatdefille#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 📁 ⸝⸝ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙴𝙴 ∿ thread .#ace st. clair .#h - hi ...#im going w the flow ... shes being nice#for now ? 🤨
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