#cotwstarters

[loneimbued]

Tonight had been a great night for business. Aurora had met with some contacts in some...Less than respectable places and got a few missions that interested her. Well...The missions didn’t interest her persay. But the paychecks definitely did. The blonde woman was now sitting at a bar and deciding to treat herself. Giving herself a mental pat in the back. “Hm?”

Aurora looked up as she noticed someoe standing by her, the imbued woman taking in the other man’s appearance. “Can I help you with something?” Aurora asked with a raised eyebrow as she brought the drink to her lips and took a nice sip. “Or did you just want to sit next to a pretty lady?” Aurora asked with a chuckle.

[playfulwinterpup]

Colin let out a groan as he pressed the palm of his hands into his eyes and tried his best to get the bleariness to go away. “Why the fuck did I decide to do a dual major AND a minor?” Colin groaned as he shook his head before looking at the computer he was currently laying down in. Colin was in the park, and lost track of time. Regadless of it being night or day, Colin still would rather do his work and study outside and at the park then stuffed away in his room.. It drove him insane. He didn’t even have time to do any of his infamous pranks today! 

“Hm?” Perking up as he heard the sound of feet moving towards him, Colin looked up at the other. “If you’re a murder looking for their next victim, keep moving. This face is to pretty to kill. If you’re someone who comes in peace, did you need me for something?” Colin asked with a hint of amusement, his eyebrow quirking up playfully.

[streetratcameron]

Cameron let out a sigh as he rested against the brick wall of the alleyway. The Magitek witch hated what his life had become...He could remember when he had been sick but alive, his parents and him had been happy...But now? Now his parents were dead, and the people who gave him these implants were searching for him. A part of Cameron couldn’t help but wander if he had been better off dead. Considering he had been forced to kill both of his parents? He personally thinks so.

“Oh, sorry,” Cameron apologized as he stepped out of the alley and bumped into someone ‘accidentally’, swiftly taking their wallet and discreetly slipping it into the pocket of his jacket. “Nights like tonight always are quite hard to navigate the city, huh?” Cameron asked as e let his words slur together, trying to give off the impression of being less than sober despite having not touched any alcohol.

“Well...I’ll catch yah around?” Cameron said with a chuckle, going to step around the other.

[fallenrahl]

“Don’t ask questions, just let me borrow whatever cash you have in your pockets.” Maybe she intends to give it back, maybe not. To trust a stranger is the question now- and she’s got this look on her face that says to trust her but the glint in her eyes screams bad intentions. Fingers wiggle, impatient as they wait for cash to hit their palm. “Come on.”

[turmcil]

WHEN: Saturday night. 8:15 P.M.

WHERE: Salieri’s Steakhouse

tw: mentions of violence

For Taron, the apathy of people in the daytime was something he could handle. He could take the glares, the snickering, the sped up gait past him. No one would do any harm that mattered to him as long as the streets were still filled with people. All of that changed when the sun went down, though. On this particular night, when weekend day-drinking led to the belligerent having to vacate their den of bacchanal pleasure, the lowly homeless man was an easy, small target to make them feel bigger. He didn’t fight back; he never did. Something in him begged him to, pleaded to see to their small world erupted in flame, but that voice was tiny and Taron would rather get the shit kicked out of him for hours than listen to something so destructive. 

As he peeled himself off the pavement where he’d laid in the fetal position over spattering of his own blood, he pulled his jacket in closer to him and made a weak saunter toward the nearest establishment. He just needed ice, that was all. In all his nursing of his stomach to shield himself from having to throw up from the pummeling, he knew also that he’d been storing his coin pouch there. If the workers would have him pay for ice, he’d be able to indulge, at least.

The wind nipped at him as he opened up the door to the steakhouse. He’d never entered the restaurant before now and had his eyes been able to focus, he might have appreciated the sights. Instead, his tunnel vision led him right to the bar, hobbling forward. “Ice.” The word came out like a demand. He couldn’t see the bartender too clearly in his injured haze. He figured the sound of his voice was making a scene but he didn’t care. “I’ll pay just...just ice. Please.”

[tellxmexyourxsecrets]

The bass of the club was still thumping as Loren left the building...Stuffing his much fuller wallet into his backpocket as he did so. The young witch had found some rather juicy targets tonight...And after probing their minds a little? Had managed to blackmail them into practically giving him a small fortune. Needless to say? Loren was going home with enough money to pay rent for the next several months.

Loren frowned as he noticed the commotion coming from a group of people further up the street. Loren used his mind power to propel himself into the air, easily jumping into the middle of the group. Next, he pulled out a small cylinder from his pocket and twirled, the cylinder expanding into a bo staff as a strong guest of psychokinetic power suddenly blasted the two parties from one another.

“Is there a reason why you guys look like you’re going to kill each other in the middle of a street?” The young man asked with a raised eyebrow.

[fakebitchlevi]

Levi couldn’t help but to let out a small sigh as he shook his head. Walking home from one of the more...Extravagant parties, Levi couldn’t help but wonder how things in this city had become such a mess. He was new to the town, and even newer to the political scene of the town. But he could already tell that things were being held together by a thin string. All it would take was one wrong move from a species or a gropu of people, and the city would be in utter chaos.

It was practically begging for a war.

Levi stopped walking as he accidentally bumped into someone, a fake smile making it’s way onto his lips. “My apologies.” Levi said with a nod of his head. “Didn’t mean to rudely run into you like that.” The witch apologized.