#dantekidd

[dominicdavis]

dom 📲 dante

Dom: yo my man

Dom: where you at?

Dom: booked the studio the whole day today and wanted to see if you wanted to come through

[adeehayag]

adee 📲 dante 🖤

Adee: Hi, Dante!!

Adee: You busy tonight?

[feykaplan]

closed starter for @dantekidd​

location: medusa 

“So, you should know by now that I hear everything that goes on in this town, and what’s this I hear about you making a scene at Mama’s?” Fey asked, taking a sip of her drink before sitting down next to Dante in the VIP lounge of the club. “And don’t think I didn’t see you try to leave the group chat either. What happened, D?”

[feykaplan]

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Fey smirked before she led the way to the open bar. “I’m so glad one of the Kidds has groupies because if anybody comes up to Grey and asks him to sign her tit, I cannot be held responsible for what I do to that lady,” she said. “You miss it, don’t you? The groupies? The stage? All that fun stuff?” 

Location: Music Festival Opened Starter: @nightreststarters

"Thank you, I'm glad you liked it." Dante thanked someone who had approached him with a complement, before turning to walk away from the stage area to find someone familiar. Despite having given it all up to come back home, he did sort of missed the adrenaline and excitement of being in front of a large crowd. He had certainly hated touring, but the performance in itself had always made him forget all the other annoying parts. "Hey, let's go get a drink!" He called out approaching them.

[greysnkidd]

CLOSED - @dantekidd

He parked the car outside Dante's place, anger still holding over his entire body and mind. He was fucking pissed and sad at the same time. He didn't know what else to do with himself and he didn't want anyone else to see him in this state. He knocked on his cousin's door, pacing while he waited on him, "hey, you got some ice?" he questioned bringing his hand up, his knuckles already swelled and bruised.

[brightstvrlights]

closed for Dante @demidevildiva

Practically bursting through the door of Kidd Records, Dylan pulled out his phone to check the time. 11:05am. Fuck. What could he blame, traffic? Parking? Definitely not the bender he'd had the night before that saw him rolling out of bed only forty-five minutes before he was supposed to be across town in the studio. He was still buried in his phone, thinking of an excuse when he approached the front desk. "Hey I'm here to see-" He cut himself off as he finally looked up and was face to face with a wide-eyed Sawyer on the other side, finger on the intercom. "Dante..." What the fuck are you doing here? He mouthed, suddenly afraid the label owner was hiding behind some corner waiting to catch him out. He'd never been a good liar, or a good actor. Just as quickly as he'd sidled up to the desk Dylan was moving away to a reception chair, trying not to look the blonde in the eye as he heard her page Dante. Fuck fuck fuck. Was this a trap? Was she in on it? Am I fucking sweating? Get a grip, Dylan. You're here for your music. That's it. That was it, right?

[savlawan]

CLOSED - @dantekidd​

The list of people Savika didn’t want to see was extremely low, but Dante managed to find himself on it a while back, but still she couldn’t pretend like she didn’t see him. Especially when he was one of the stars of the night. “Hey,” she greeted him with a small smile that was quick to fall. “Ready to preform?” she didn’t know what else to talk about, and saying hey and ditching felt off, so what better way to spend a few minutes than talking with your ex. She should of turned the other way.

[kpmatthewskidd]

closed \ @dantekidd location \ medusa's

"I didn't really intend to come tonight, you know." They rolled their eyes, leaning against the bar. The smell of people was strong in the club, a typical reason for them to avoid it. "How's your night been? Hopefully better than mine?"

[dominicdavis]

Dom 📲 Dante

Dom: fuck you

[adeehayag]

Adee 📲 Dante

Adee: you were one of the few things in this world that made me think all of this was worth it still Adee: despite everything Adee: we were supposed to see each other today Adee: i don't understand Adee: i don't fucking understand Adee: i can't lose another person again. i can't do it [ thirty minutes later ] Adee: come back

[feykaplan]

Fey 📲 Dante

Fey: you and i both know how shitty i am with words and honestly i don't think it has sunk in yet Fey: but what happened to you isn't fair Fey: none of this is Fey: but i hope you can rest a little easier knowing your child's looked after and i've got grey Fey: i'll take care of him, i promise Fey: rest easy, D

[greysnkidd]

OPEN / CLOSED ╎ @dantekidd​

location  —  medusa

grey stared at the chat with bella as his confusion only grew bigger. two days ago his cousin looked more than happy for her return to nightrest and now she was asking grey to look after dante? a few minutes later he noticed him standing by the bar. “okay, what the fuck is going on?” he questioned, he furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to piece it together himself, “why’d you mute the group chat? why is bella texting me about you?”

[graciagallardc]

* . ⊹ 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚.

location: The Pearl Hotel

date & time: Saturday, July 22nd at around 11 PM

triggers: death, knives, blood, stabbing

mentions: @sarahoh, @dominicdavis, @greysnkidd, @dilara-kr, @veracalma, @davinadias, @nam-daeeun, @savlawan, @dantekidd, @tobyrivers

I'm never gonna meet What could've been, would've been What should've been you What could've been, would've been you

Lucia’s always been someone with big dreams, and ever since she was a little girl she had a solid support system. It started with her mother, who had put her all into making sure her daughter would be the next great figure skater. Her mother always told her she was destined for greatness, and after she won her first ever competition when she was seventeen, she told her that her journey had just begun, that she’ll be following in the footsteps of Michelle Kwan and Tara Lipinski. Figure skating was Lucia’s thing. It was part of her identity and it was her goal in life. It was freeing being on the ice. She loved the support and the applause she got whenever she was on the ice. 

2019 was the year of tragedies for twenty-three-year-old Lucia. It was her first time experiencing loss: the loss of her mom and the loss of her dream—the former had been slow, the latter sudden. She wanted to do the quadruple lutz for her mom; make her proud. She believed she’s up in heaven keeping an eye on her. Unfortunately, she landed incorrectly, and the injury was so severe she needed bed rest for a few weeks, followed by intense physical therapy. She was able to skate again, just not competitively. Just like that, a part of her identity was cruelly ripped away from her. 

Who is she without figure skating?

Till this day, Lucia rarely ice skated in front of people, too uncomfortable and self-conscious. Lucia never quite accepted the fact that her career ended so abruptly, never quite found closure. Time and time again, she dismissed the sinking feeling accompanied by the memory. Even today, four years later, she feels like a failure. If she had been wiser, if she hadn’t risked this, she would still have her competitive career. If, if, if. She was plagued with so many ifs that she opted to push them so deep into her own head and focus on the present, and enjoy the little things in life instead.

And that’s how she lived her life.

Frankly speaking, she originally didn’t want to go to the engagement party, which is a damn shame. Lucia loves events. Loves dressing up, loves the crowd, loves the good vibes. But so many people have died that she hasn’t been able to find it in her to focus on the little things and be grateful that despite the devastation the town has seen so far, she still has people right by her side. She wanted to be happy for Levi and Mei, that even in those difficult times, they still have managed to find love and happiness.

She puts on her purple dress, does her make up, fixes her hair, and puts on a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes yet, and goes to the engagement party, as a reminder that there is still some good in this cursed town. She’s sure when she gets to that hotel, she’ll feel much better, surrounded by her friends, good music, food, and liquor.

It’s a happy event, so she fully plans on getting drunk. She dances, drinks, talks and laughs with everyone. For a moment it seems like a normal night at Nightrest, and for a moment it seems like she can totally have a good night without worrying about everyone’s safety. 

It’s around 11 PM and she really needs to use the bathroom. Lucia’s lost count of the number of drinks in her system. She blames the open bar. She asks one of the waiters at the door the direction to the bathroom. The music dies down considerably as she walks farther and farther away from the ballroom, and she starts to hum a random tune in her head. She’s never been to The Pearl Hotel before, despite living in Nightrest her whole life. She’s so distracted by how pretty and luxurious it is that she loses her sense of direction. She was never following the waiter’s directions from the get go. 

She has no idea where she is anymore, some random hallway. It’s pretty and empty and she’s alone. 

Except she wasn’t really alone.

“Ugh, those heels. Gorgeous, but they’re like eight inches,” she says to herself and stops to take them off to carry them instead. She has no idea how to head back to the ballroom, but it’s not a big deal, she just needs to find a hotel employee to redirect her there.

As she starts to turn around, she feels a sudden, sharp sting in her back. It burns and shoots all through her back. She gasps, dropping her heels in shock. A scream escapes Lucia’s lips as she can feel whatever was plunged being pulled out of her back. It all happens so fast. One second she’s standing up straight, the next she’s losing control of her own legs and stumbling forward, dropping to the floor, face first. She’s felt intense pain before, back when she had gotten her career-ending injury, but nothing comes close to the pain she feels right now. 

It takes her a few nanoseconds before it all sinks in, it’s enough to sober her up. 

She grunts as she turns around, her eyes landing on her attacker, eyes widening in sheer horror and brutal shock. “W-what? Y-you? Why? Why? Just…” Her head shakes uncontrollably and her eyes blink rapidly, as if in denial over who’s before her eyes. Tears prick her eyes as they land on the knife in their hand, stained deep red with her own blood. She can taste the iron in her mouth, spitting blood out as she grunts.

Her fight or flight instinct kicks in. Despite the pain that grows worse and more excruciating by the second, she attempts to crawl back, even though every attempted movement is agonizing. The area where she was stabbed in her back throbs, sending one sharp pang after the other through her entire body. She tries to stand up, but her legs tremble, too weak to support her, and she drops back to the floor. More tears stream down her face at her weakness. It’s a sad sight, that she’s unable to fight for her life. Would she even be able to save herself if she did fight? 

Another sharp pang in her back makes her gasp, turning into a violent cough of blood. The shock and terror have rendered her unable to talk, like the words are stuck in her throat, fighting and failing to get out.

Help.

Help me.

Someone. Anyone.

Would anyone hear her? No one is coming and everything hurts.

It’s too late to regret leaving the ballroom alone.

She’s quickly losing any shred of hope. What did she do to deserve this? She can’t even gather the energy to ask why this is happening to her, wanting to preserve the energy on staying up. She’s a good person. She’s friends with everyone, didn’t make enemies, so why is she slowly bleeding out on a hotel floor? Why did her attacker follow her here and why are they watching her as she helplessly bleeds, unable to do anything?

The figure standing in front of her must know she can’t do anything, and she can feel them walking closer to her, a chill running down her back. She’s never been so scared before. It’s all-consuming and paralyzing.

They kneel down in front of her. Lucia’s too scared to look into those familiar eyes again, but if she’s about to die, the last thing before she goes is look straight into her killer’s eye. If they feed off people’s fear, desperation, and pain, she doesn’t want to give them that, even though she’s feeling all three.

She can already feel herself getting lighter, more and more powerless, the blood loss blurring her vision and making her eyelids heavy.

Is there any point in fighting to stay up when all she wants is for this pain to end?

Lucia would be lying if she said she’s never thought of how she would die. The first time was after her mom died. Would it be the same way—slowly succumbing to disease? Or would it be instantaneous, painless, and peaceful, in her sleep as she dreams? When the Nightrest murders started, she wondered if she would be the next victim. 

She is the next victim.

The tears that stream down her eyes are not merely from pain only, but they’re at everything she wanted out of life and hasn’t managed to achieve, they’re at the faces of her friends and family. Lucia has lots of dreams and wishes. The world is her oyster, and she believes she would someday get there, but it just went down the drain, didn’t it?

This isn’t how it was supposed to end.

She’s supposed to be in that ballroom, drinking, dancing, and laughing with her friends. She isn’t supposed to be here—dying.

She didn’t want to die alone. That’s the hardest part of it all. 

They say when you are dying, your life flashes before your eyes. Except all she sees is the faces of the people she loves—her family and her friends.

Would Dom and Grey be okay without her? When it came to her friends, Lucia was a natural worrier, but she’s always exceptionally worried about Dom and Grey. They attracted trouble, but beneath all of that, they had a heart of gold. They’re the kind of friends who will pause their lives for you. They were her brothers, and her love for them is endless. They would be okay, they had each other and their friends. Grey has his girlfriend, too. It makes her feel a little better that she’s leaving the world knowing they won’t be alone and unsupported. She just hopes they don’t let her death get to them, that they don’t mourn her or cry for her, and instead, they celebrate her life, drink and smile in her memory. 

Would Sarah be okay? God, Sarah… She's already lost Theo. Wasn’t that enough? Sarah’s someone who’s sunshine personified. It pains her to see that light dim in her eyes after she lost Theo, and she hopes that with time, that light will find its way again, because the world is so cruel and brutal, and it needs more people like Sarah Oh, a loyal friend, who will love you with everything in her. She has her best friends to be there for her. She’ll be okay.

She’s sad she’s leaving the world before she could see Dilara’s bakery open. It’ll be the new hot spot in town, because Dilara wasn’t only a skilled cook and baker, she also put her heart and love and time into it, just like she does with her friendships and her family. Lucia hopes she realizes just how resilient and strong she is, and how lucky people are to have her in their lives, that Dilara is someone solid and good to have by your side, a friend who will never let you down.

She hopes Vera and Davina know just how lucky and grateful Lucia is to have been their friend, to have laughed and talked and cried with them. She hopes people know just how big their hearts are. They both had a side that not many people have seen, and Lucia calls herself lucky to have seen that side of them. They would be okay without her, too. They were both strong people. 

Savika, her childhood friend. She couldn’t imagine a life without her. Her energy was infectious—bright and soft. They often joked about how they would never live without each other. And now that it was Lucia’s time to go, she hopes Savika doesn’t mourn her, and instead does everything they normally did together. She doesn’t want Savika to cry for her. Just a couple of hours ago, they were joking that if in ten years, they both remain single, they would marry each other.

She worries about Dae. She’s only met him a few months ago, but somehow has quickly become one of her favorite people, and a stable presence in her life. They were different in every way, but they made sense. She hopes he continues to explore the town on his own, and eat all the ice cream there is. 

Lucia may have lost a lot in her life, and she may have never gotten to achieve some of her dreams, but she has lived a good life, surrounded by people who loved her, and that is enough for her. 

She looks into the killer’s eyes one last time, just as they raise the bloodied knife and plunge it deep into her heart. Her eyes widen at the impact, her body shudders violently. She can’t scream or wince, bile and blood gathering up in her throat, choking her. She has already succumbed to reality. She can slowly feel the world around her dim, the killer starts to disappear from her line of vision. More blood pours out of her, drenching her beautiful purple dress. 

She’s going to see her mom again. She’s going to see Dante and Toby again. 

It’s going to be okay.

Just like that, the girl with the bright smiles, bright eyes, bright energy is gone. 

It was time for that light to dim.

[brightstvrlights]

Celeste chuckled heartily at the comment, a genuine smile etching into her features for what felt like the first time in weeks. She'd been sitting in sadness for so long she'd almost forgotten the sound of her own laugh. "Well there's your trouble," she said, shifting over to make room for Dante next to her. "The sand always seems like a great idea until you're carrying it home with you." Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Celeste cast her gaze up at the stars, wondering which one of them belonged to Daniela. To Talon. To her father. "Much the same actually," she murmured in agreement, before turning to look at the silhouette of Dante's face in the moonlight. "Is it working?" @demidevildiva

Dante smiled and took the spot besides her. "Oh, I hardly think you're at fault for that." he replied with a soft chuckle. "It's not too bad. Much better than the sand. I'm pretty sure I've got enough in my pants to make my own beach once I get home." If he got home. He wasn't sure how to face his pawpaw after the events of that evening. Didn't really want to face the consequences just yet. Not while his mind was still not at peace. Dante picked up a handful of sand, letting it run through his fingers. "I guess just... trying to find solace in the night sky. You?"

[zehraxaydin]

location: Royal Cove Ampitheater open to: @dantekidd​

two drinks in hand, zehra made her way back into the VIP area. buying a ticket to get there was a blessing. especially since she would be seeing a friend of hers. "drink?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she walked up to him. she figured after his set, he would be wanting something to drink. it was the least she could do. " i would have brought some food but i didn't know what you wanted."

[azranadir]

closed starter for @dantekidd

location: his place

Ignoring her pounding headache, Azra had gone ahead and gotten dressed, slipping back on her clothing from the night prior and making her way out into foyer of his house. The sex had been great, no doubt about it. But watching Dante punch Zekai, hearing that he was a father to Bella's kid and that Zekai was also in love with the same woman was all kind of a turn-off for Azra. Enough for her to be ready to get out of here, though running into him could only really mean at least offering him a smile. "Hey," she greeted, heels and purse at her side. "Thanks for last night, really. I had fun." She kept it at that, figuring leaving out the rest was for the best.