#armastart

[freshcir]

He was tired, and he knew it was probably due to overworking himself but he just couldn't help it - once he dove into something he couldn't surface until it was perfect. "I need a vacation," he muttered to himself, fighting the urge to doze off, until he felt a presence next to him. "Huh, oh, hi," he said as he turned to them. "Please tell me I didn't fall asleep"

[ofrevolvtions]

Open Starter ! | Bastian & OPEN @ Merchant District

Bastian worked hard to pull together his meager work credits day after day, but in the end it still didn't seem like he had enough for much of anything. He found himself perusing a bit aimlessly over the wares and offerings, feeling rather certain the more he wandered the more he wasn't going to be leaving with any new goods in hand. Oh well, half the fun was seeing what was available - maybe he could work his way up to it.

"Wait a minute..." he murmured, grabbing something off one of the shelves with the excitement of a child discovering a new toy. "I remember this. I'm surprised it's still around these days...Do you remember this stuff?" He inquired, holding up the discovery to another who stood nearby.

[survivortorn]

open to all

"valentines is over, so everyone should put away there lovey-dovey crap for another year. besides who the fuck needs to plaster their love for everyone to see.. it's a fucking day, you should be saying and showing that l word to that person all the time not one fucking day of the year." a small roll of her eyes and arms soon folded. "it makes me want to vomit.. this is worse than a torture device."

[izziesgothtefrizzies]

open for anyone I

"4500 joules." The machine echoed.

Issei scowled at the machine. Why is it so hard to get more energy. He lost 3 for five. As he continued to stuff his face, he tried to get it up. He just need 500 more. Issei looked at the stranger in front of him and faked a grin. "I would other some but I need to eat this for medicinal purposes."

[immortalfics]

Who: Lou and OPEN

When: Very early morning

Where: Pretty much any public place

Another night, another nightmare. There was a time in her life where those would have been few and far between. She vaguely remembered comforting her sister when they were children but that had been so many years ago and whatever she dreamt then paled in comparison to the violent images that replayed behind Lou's eyelids each night. Eventually they had to go away, or at least that was what she kept telling herself.

It took her a moment to realize she had been standing still staring up for far too long to be normal. "Sometimes I wonder what it was like before everything," she commented to no one in particular before letting her eyes fall on the person next to her and giving a small jolt that someone was actually listening, "Makes me sound like someone's grandpa getting all nostalgic. Back in my day..."

[idlehvnds]

open starter — A quiet hum fills the air, barely perceptible over the sounds of traffic and nearby footfalls. Leonardo stands at the edge of an empty lot, cleared of debris and brush as its prepared for construction. "So if the clearance here is 2 and a half metres, and we set the ramp at 10 degrees, will that leave enough room for..." Leo mutters to himself, backing up a few steps. He tilts his head to adjust his view of the flickering image of a large pair of doors. "But if we grade the floor a little lower, then..."

He inspects the hologram a moment before an idea strikes, "Or, we can just raise the..." hands pat at his pockets, "Where's my notebook." He swivels on the spot, only to make sudden and direct eye contact with someone nearby, "Dios! Sorry - I didn't see you standing there."

[all-cf-me]

starter for @buriedwithit (max)

If all the shit with Sam isn't bad enough, now Max isn't answering his calls. Not that Max is the most effective of communicators, but after four failed attempts, Seth has moved beyond the benefit of the doubt and was now firmly in what-the-fuck-happened territory. It would've been grounds for a meeting in any other circumstance, but seeing as there's a fucking wolfman on the prowl murdering his staff left and right, Seth knows a house call is in order.

He's almost bristling as he stalks up to Max's door, reaching up a gold-adorned fist to give it a few pronounced raps. "Max," Seth calls through it, the lilt in his voice doing little to disguise his true purpose. Anger? Impatience? Worry...? "Open up, doll. We gotta talk."

[wcrldend]

Odette walked on light feet through the tunnels of the Underground away from the Crucible. She might return but the steam, as per usual, overwhelmed her, sweat beading on her forehead before turning to rivulets down her face. One hand reached out to touch upon a soft surface as her gait wavered, the syndicate's little mutant buckling due to a bit of steam. She'd enjoyed the fights, coming to the ring regularly to watch a few bouts from her hidden perch near the back. She'd watch silently, gaze heavy on what she found to be a beautiful sport. For some reason, however, the dense crowds, the stifling heat, seemed to be affecting her more than usual so she'd taken leave. A steadying breath warded away the tunnel vision and Odette looked up to find that what she had thought was a surface was actually a somebody. She immediately stepped back, dropping her arm. "Thanks."

[bitchtakes]

                            “ you'd think after spending so much time underground, people would be more . . . bubbly? or smiley? i don't know . . . but for sure not so darn aggressive about everything. a customer told me to shove our pharmacy policies where the sun doesn't shine. and all because they were trying to fill a fake prescription, like, what has happened to pleasantries? ”

[momosweettreats]

Open for everyone- Momo's bakery.

Momo didn't think anyone would be going out to get sweets. But then again people in Sol City countinued to surprise her. The baker was packing rations to donate, something to keep spirits up. Momo heard the knocking and rushed to the door. Momo opened the door in surprise.

"Come inside, it's too dangerous to stay out here." She said holding out her gloved hands.

[bejcweled]

open starter / annabelle.

annabelle wasn't in the best of moods at the moment. she didn't mind being in her wheelchair when she wasn't in the water which was her second home but with the recent events she couldn't even do that. she loved being free. also the occasional staring at the way her legs looked bothered her she was lost in those thoughts as someone came across her path, almost hitting them with her wheels. ''shit. i'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention.'' she hoped it was heard clearly through the mask she was wearing just to help her breathe through the ash.

[freshcir]

If it wasn't obvious by the light green skin or the dark green hair, Azalea was not even close to being human. And it was something she had come to terms with, especially knowing that she was once considered a weapon that had become a failure. But she, herself, strived to prove that she wasn't some sort of failed experiment but a sentient being who wanted to do better in this world. So, seeing a wilted flower, she knelt down and gently poked it - watching with a smile as it slowly came back to life. "There you go," she hummed before hearing a noise and looking up, "I can explain"

[ofliarsandlovers]

open starter | strange appetites - gabs & ? (0/3)

` Readjusting to the world of the living was proving to be an ordeal. She was used to people not perceiving her, to existing just outside of their awareness, and now that she was back, her instincts hadn’t quite caught up. Conversations slipped past her before she realized they were directed at her, and she’d spent more than one awkward moment staring blankly at a cashier or waiter before mumbling some half-baked response.

But the worst part? Food.

Nothing tasted right. Nothing felt right. She could eat and eat and eat, but it was like trying to fill a void that had no bottom. Her stomach never stopped feeling empty, no matter how much she consumed, and worse still, what little her body managed to process barely did anything for her. She’d gone back to that woman—the one who had pulled her from whatever limbo she had been in—demanding answers. What she got was cryptic nonsense that only left her more frustrated. Which was how she ended up here, standing in front of a restaurant’s glowing menu display, arms crossed, glaring at the options like they’d personally offended her. What was she even doing? Ordering food was an act of habit, a reflex, but what was the point if it wouldn’t fix this gnawing, insatiable hunger? The person next to her shifted, maybe waiting to order, maybe just passing by, and Gabs, exasperated, turned to them. “Hey,” she said, half on a whim. “If you were me, what would you eat? Because I gotta be honest—none of this looks good, and I think my taste buds are broken.”

[diegooooreyes]

...l o a d i n g

where: helmouth when: 0200 hours (approx. 2:00 am) who: open

God, Sol City was fucking nasty after dark - in the best way possible, of course.

Diego watched from his spot at the bar as the throng of bodies on the dance floor undulated and swayed to the time of the glitchy house beat that floated through the club from a hundred different strategically placed speakers, permeating the air in a way that felt almost physical. Alive. Normies and mutants alike were pressed together from ankle to armpit, swapping spit, grinding, moaning, laughing, taking shots and bumping lines.

To him, it was art. A symphony. An orchestra of hot, sweaty people behaving exactly like hot, sweaty people fucking should. He grinned, tossing back the last dregs of the drink he had been nursing, and nudged the body perched on the stool next to his.

"Why aren't you out there?" He jerked his head back towards the dance floor. "You been sittin' in the same spot all night, man. Not exactly getting your money's worth, you know?"

Diego stood, taking a long moment to stretch out the kinks in his spine. Turning back, he added, "Come dance. Got an hour til 'lights up' - more than enough time to make some poor fucking decisions."

[izziesgothtefrizzies]

Open for anyone

Izzy played several rounds of video games. It was nice being off, but he felt tired. Izzy probably could have napped more when he heard the knock on the door. "Can't even have peace in this forsaken place." Izzy grumbled. He opened the door, squinting at the other. "Is this an emergency?" Izzy asked rubbing his eyes.

[empathogens]

open starter !

The sky was painted in deep strokes of indigo and amber as the sun dipped below the jagged horizon. Lyric leaned lightly against the rooftop railing, her gaze turned upward. The faint hum of the city buzzing beneath them, a dull reminder of the ever-present danger beyond its borders. But here, for just a moment, it felt far away. “ Do you ever think the sky envies the ocean ? ” she mused softly, breaking the silence as footsteps approached behind here. “ The ocean holds so many secrets — deep, endless, untouchable. But the sky . . . it just lays everything bare, exposed for the whole world to see. ” Her lips curved into a faint smile as she tilted her head to glance at the other. “ I think I’d rather be the ocean. Quiet, mysterious . . . but powerful. ” She paused, a faint giggle escaping her lips. “ But maybe that’s just me. What about you ? Sky or ocean ? ”