#* hugo. ( 001. )

[criticalfai1ure]

they really almost got me buying school supplies for hugo.

[xminxvs]

location : high note, outside. status : closed, nero di fiore. @nerodifiore.

melancholy sound of a trumpet swaddle by brick, venturing for refuge in the night, as a snare is brushed over and barely heard by his ear, he just knew the tune. a lead had taken him to the jazz club, so far nothing had panned out for him and hugo sat to enjoy the pleasantries of jazz for some time before making a move. greeting the brisk chill of the night air that enveloped him, he didn't get very far before he found the brick wall to lean against. just to take a moment, the past few days have been hectic as it has been spent between work and the hospital... at ayla's bedside until he gets kicked out by the nurses from not being family. bullshit.

cigarette between his lips, his left hand fished out his lighter and in the same smooth motion, he lit the cigarette. dark hues scanning the footpath in front of him, noticing a familiar face. blowing smoke out as he plucked it from his lips. ❝ you don't seem like the jazz type. ❞

[itscolecroft]

( @hugotownsend )

"You ever need to just let it out, then you know were to come, oaky." Cole uttered as he gave his fellow slave a warm, friendly hug before letting go and watching as the slave went into wards the dormitory. With a sigh, the human felt like he had helped the other slave out in someway. Even if really it had been just to listen to him rant about his last master he had.

Cole was ready to move, turning to go occupy himself with one of the many books on the shelves, when he was stopped when his large frame impacted someone that he hadn't realized was behind him. Being tall and muscular, he didn't budge much but he was quickly to look at the other, a slave going by the collar. "Woah. Sorry about that. You okay? I never hurt you did I?"

[hepermeates]

❛  𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄  𝐀  𝐁𝐈𝐓  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋,  𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔?  ❜  𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐘,  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋  𝐓𝐎  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐌 —  there’s  something  dark  in  his  eyes,  underneath  his  skin.  ❛  never  seen  someone  that  young  with  dooms…  though,  i���m  starting  to  think  dooms  ain’t  even  the  half  of  it…  ❜    @eoinia ( hugo de rune )  ♡     for  a  starter. 

[smokedanced]

@innerwar said: “ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “ - lucas @ hurley, maybe like right after plane crash?

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    /    ACCEPTING ↷

Can he move? Does he think he can walk? Hurley feels like he can barely think!

❝ Uh, ❞    he responds. Rolls over on the sand. Crap. Not supposed to move, probably, if he’s injured something. No shooting pain, though. Sure, his whole body hurts, but he’s pretty sure it’d hurt a lot more if he had broken his legs. Or something.    ❝ I think I’m alive? ❞    he offers next. That much seems likely. Even if people aren’t meant to survive plane crashes. There’s shouting all around, though, so. Clearly some of them have.

He sits up tentatively, brushing sand off his hair.   ❝ Yeah, I think I’m... fine. ❞    Surreal. This feels surreal.

[pizzatheif]

the italian american tristate area urge to say bada bing bada boom completely unironically.

[ripbuckley]

cece tags

[fadiingstarliights]

To any normal person the scenario at the front of his door wouldn't be something they'd consider a nightmare but it was for Hugo. Looking through the peephole, he found Ari standing there with flowers in his hands and Hugo was nothing short of horrified. If he was human he knew his now still heart would be beating right out of his chest. After careful consideration, he decided he won't open the door -- the other would soon think Hugo wasn't home and leave. He walked back to his living room, continuing the video game he had been playing, except he couldn't concentrate anymore. He allowed a few minutes to pass before he went to the door to peer through the peephole again. He sighed in relief seeing that there wasn't anyone out there anymore and he quietly opened the door to double check. @mortiiferas

[xminxvs]

destination unknown, at the rumble of the engine he got himself comfortable to be able to fully enjoy the ride, to have a short time where he wasn't worried about ayla... though his mind kept slinging back to her. lightest flick of the corner of his lips, upwards. ❝ are you envisioning me in one of those jumpsuits ? maybe if my endeavours fail, i might take up the opportunity of ghost-busting. ❞ he raised an eyebrow up at her, peeling his eyes off the road. ❝ in other words, they just haven't caught you. ❞ he chuckled out, turning back to the road. ❝ you are an elusive one. ❞

Blake started the car and began to drive in whichever direction felt right at the time. "You look like you could be, if you told me you were a ghostbuster on the side I'd believe it." Something about the man gave her the vibes of that strange uncle who goes and fights things nobody else can see in his spare time. "I've been great, staying out of trouble you'll be happy to hear." Blake winked, both of them knowing that definitely wasn't the case.

[criticalfai1ure]

hugo continues rattling the bars of his cage, so i guess who wants to plot with him?

[xminxvs]

location : near the corn maze. status : closed, francesca d'amiano. @joinmeinenvy

taking a breather from the party, he needed to catch his breath, he needed for his eyesight to come back to normal those flashing lights had taken a toll, not like he had the best eyesight anymore. but he refused to invest in glasses. finding a lonesome haystack, his rear sat on the lumpy stack, no care if he gets hay on his ass. pitching the ridge of his nose to try to cease the headache weaving its way from his eyes to his brain, it wasn't working and with a lack of pockets, rarely any time to get prepared for an event like this, he was unprepared and that never sat well in his gut. so, no true relief for him.

shark's jaws were open, the hood on his back, revealing his tired expression. funny from the outside looking in as it seemed the shark was eating a grumpy old man - fitting. he lift his head from hovering between his legs, his sight must be adjusting as he spots a familiar face. ❝ fran, is that you ? ❞ he asked not bothering to get up from his spot. ❝ colour me shocked to see you here. ❞ he said sarcastically.

[smokedanced]

@innerwar said: you can trust me. - "dinosaur" @ hurley

PROMPTS FOR LIES, DECEIT, AND SOME VILLAINY    /    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ Right... but, like, ❞    Hurley says, slowly.    ❝ If I couldn’t trust you, you’d just say the same thing. ❞

He’s seeing things again, he figures. Crazy. This guy’s not one of them, but he doesn’t feel like a real, live human being, either. Man’s not tried to kill or kidnap Hurley, so probably not one of the Others, though hell if he knows what their agenda is and who they even are.    ❝ I don’t even think you’re real, ❞    he blurts.

[criticalfai1ure]

hugo :

[xminxvs]

location : near the entrance of the ghost train, halloSCREAM. status : closed, ayla binici. @aylaxbinici

goblins and ghouls ; friends and foes, the list of countless things that go bump in the night, all congregate or descend upon earth around this time of year. he didn't want to be here and had made that very clear with the nasty scowl on his face, bearing his teeth if someone looked at him for too long... and don't get him started on the death glare he gave every man who stared too long at ayla. to him she was pam from baywatch, he respected her choice and he was the shark to accompany her to this shindig.

but as he stood in front of her with his arms folded across his chest. ❝ i am here against my will. ❞ he grumbled out, eyes like a hawk following some sketchy guy that was getting far too close to ayla for his liking though he wasn't very threatening in his shark onesie. ❝ the least we can do is go on the ghost train. ❞ he finally submitted to her will, try to make the night enjoyable for her and maybe that will make him feel better.

[ronanbrackens]

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the time for talking and taunts was over, and that of instinct took over. boys were trained to be soldiers, to be ready to fall like flies at all opportunities - and it was in moments such as this where one saw it more clearly than ever. a second was enough to spill first blood, to make a misstep that would result in the last breath being taken - ronan bracken all but lunged forward, ready to cause the sky to shake with the impact of blade against blade.

it were not the hand of the queen and the master of war which faced off mere steps from the corpses of their fallen men, some being as closely considered as their brothers - it were a blackwood and a bracken. nothing else mattered, nothing else was to be comprehended. one of them would die now, and ronan was happy to drive his blade through the man until he were more a rag doll rather than a human.

similar to the strike of a chord upon a bard's lute, the final chord had been struck within the ruling lord of raventree hall within the blink of an eye - the mention of a sister was often enough to rile up such a reaction in any who considered themselves a man, and his hand moved instantaneously to his sword. there came the shrill sound of a blade slipping from the sheath, both of his hands wielding around the heavy blade; it came out quickly, glinting in the sunlight.

and suddenly there came a flurry of knights to stand between them, ben blackwood being dragged backward and ronan felt hands upon his shoulders too, all there was a fierce, animalistic rush that came over him. he again sent spit flying toward the shoes of ben blackwood, thrashing against whoever it was that held him back. held them both back. it was not until he heard a familiar voice did he look up at the face of lord hugo vance.

"you involve yourself too freely, lord vance." ronan all but spat, in his anger he were no doubt becoming redder in the face, his vein throbbing. he would have had him, cut threw him - and taught his kin a lesson. to avenge his brothers. he still shook, with an irrational anger. destructive.

@hugovance

there was a muscle clenched in ben's jaw, a futile attempt to keep hold of what little was left of his control. with each of ronan's taunts, it slipped further from his grasp. and yet, this was a language he understood well, one he had learned before he had ever spoken his first words. he could barely remember his mother, but he had learned to hate all of bracken blood at her breast.

it came so naturally to him. more than being a lord did, or any matters of the council, more so than even being a soldier, he was made for this, for drawing the blood of the house he had been born to hate and seeing his own spilt. if swords were drawn, only one of them would walk away. perhaps neither would.

ben knew this, and yet he drew his sword anyway.

it was an action taken in the heat of the moment, one ben may face consequences for later, yet he knew he would not forget it. the moment steel was in his hand, he was transformed, his mind clearer, his gaze burning into ronan's with a determined sort of focus. "come on, then," he grinned, with all the confidence of a man who did not care what the outcome would be, as long as he went down fighting. he was the first to pull his blade, and yet, he had enough honour not to advance on an unarmed opponent. when it came to the brackens, the normal rules did not apply, but he was not yet so far gone as to abandon all his principles.

"you want my fucking head? then come and take it." his voice had swelled to near a roar. ronan had spoken of his sister, and that was enough to push ben to the edge, to see him raise his sword and advance, honour be damned. before he could make the first blow, there was hands on his shoulders, pulling him back, a second pair wrestling the sword from his grip. he knew not who had intervened, but he thrashed against their hold regardless.

[smokedanced]

@idcnticxl said: [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [Nova and Hurley?] (i know it say sender finds but if you want Hurley to find Nova in the rain im cool with that too)

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺    /    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ Hey, man, are you good? ❞    He squints down at her, awkwardly holding a tarp over his own head, though the tropical downpour isn’t deterred and he’s already soaking wet despite the makeshift umbrella/raincoat.

But she’s out there on her own, and this place does one’s head in, and he worries. Plus, what with the  noises  and guns and whatever, safety in numbers, or something.