#diegooooreyes

[ofliarsandlovers]

Sitting on that bar stool, the girl had never felt more out of her depth. Gabriella Ryu was more used to upscale wine bars than dives like this, she stood out like a sore thumb in her lavender silk dress and diamante embellished high heels (loaned from her mother) the tiny purse, just big enough for the essentials, is clutched in her lap with one hand and the other holds a barely-touched glass of rosé that made her face scrunch up in horror when she'd taken her first sip, and hadn't gotten easier to stomach even though she was now halfway down her second glass. She was here, of course, to ensure that her on-again off-again boyfriend Skeeter wasn't. They'd had an argument and she'd accused him of cheating on her with, in her own words, "some skank he met at that disgusting excuse of a bar", something he'd denied vehemently, but she'd told him to get the fuck out of her sight regardless. She was now here, for reassurance- of course. She sat there, stewing in her own annoyance, when the voice roused her from her introspect. "What?" eyes flicked over her shoulder towards the grinding mass across the room and then back to the stranger who was speaking to her "are you kidding me? I'm not allowing these shoes the misfortune of making contact with that disgusting dancefloor" eyes moved to look pointedly at her feet "they're vintage." She huffs slightly, her nose lifting in the air. However, this was the first person who had spoken to her all night and she was in need of a little socialisation. so she looked back to her newfound companion. "Bad decisions I can get on board with, though" she clicks her fingers to get the bartenders attention "tequila" she holds up two fingers indicating the amount she wants as she pulls out some cash from her purse. "So why aren't you out there, getting drowned by the poignant aura of B.O and Oral Herpes?" she queries, holding her shot up in a cheers gesture

...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."

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closed starter for @diegooooreyes

The thing Dodge hates most about the Wastelands is the smell: acrid volcanic fumes and dust, black smoke burping from the scrapyard sifting machines rolling sand in great, rickety drums to parse out the valuable minerals within. Mixed together with the heat it burns his nostrils, and as he steps down from the tram platform and onto the packed earth, he squints against his eyes watering.

He looks around for a moment or two, checks his communicator to make sure he's in the right place before deciding to walk up to a man standing nearby. "Afternoon," Dodge starts and, without realizing it, his hand shifts to lightly rest on the grip of the gun holstered at his hip. "I'm looking for a Diego Reyes. Can you point me in the right direction?"

[scoutxbaker]

@diegooooreyes

"You," Scout started, her little compass in hand, "Are going to have to figure out how to use your cardinal directions a little bit better." It wasn't an unfamiliar area, she had charted it about three months ago. The land seemed to be constantly shifting given the winds, but she knew enough to know what territory would be new. "We should go that way," A point to the East, "If we want to see something new and untouched."

[armageddonfm]

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[ofliarsandlovers]

The wastes were not her favourite place to be, however they were one of the only places where a specific plant grew that her Grandfather used in his herbal brew for his joint pain. And thus she had been tasked with gathering some for her beloved grandparent, as he was in short supply and she was the only member of the family who was able to traverse the area safely. She's dressed modestly, cargo-style trousers tucked into long boots to protect from any nasties crawling up her leg, a tight tan turtle-neck with a slightly darker overcoat, a bucket-style hat and a scarf wrapped around her face. There's a bag slung over her shoulder where she's stored the leaves and flowers her Grandfather requires and she's making her way back to the city when she hears the familiar voice. She jogs over to the sound of his complaining and eyes widen at the sight of his leg caught in that awful trap, she speeds up and skids to a halt next to him, crouching down and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, hey calm down, chill out" she pulls down the scarf covering her face while squeezing his shoulder gently with her other hand "it's me, rich girl." she assures him she's friend not foe before turning her attention to the barbed wire tearing into him "stop struggling, I'll be able to get this off you but you need to stop moving- okay?"

l o a d i n g . . .

where: the wastes when: 1700 hours (approx. 5:00 pm) who: open

Getting caught in a bandit trap was not on his fucking bingo card for the month, but that didn't stop it from happening. Diego grits his teeth in frustration as he rips and tears at the barbed wire biting into his skin - he's scavving alone, with no backup, and while the trap had been simple in design, it's goddamn effective. If he can't free himself before the stupid motherfuckers come back, he's doomed to be eaten alive or sacrificed to some weird God or some shit.

"Fuck!" He hisses as he tries to disentangle himself. The wire is wrapped around his waist and lopped over one of his legs, and every minor movement he makes seems to further tighten both the barbs and the proverbial noose. "Motherfuckin', cocksuckin' cannibal ass pieces of shit! Agh!"

[scoutxbaker]

@diegooooreyes

Leave it to Scout and Diego to find trouble even in a lockdown scenario. There was only so much good behavior either was capable of exhibiting, so wandering off into the tunnels just made sense. Especially because Scout had managed to smuggle in some alcohol she had been saving for a rainy day. Well, it was currently pouring... fire, but it still counts! It hadn't taken much convincing to corral Diego into her little scheme, and now they were down some dark tunnel, the light of a flashlight guiding them down unfamiliar hallways. Twisting and turning until, finally, they landed at some enclave that would be ideal for a tiny bit of debauchery. There was enough light, too, that they wouldn't have to drink by the glow of a single flashlight. "Amazing, the greatest adventurers strike again." Scout flicked the flashlight off, and adjusted the bag off her shoulder. "Alright, bud, pick your poison, let's have some fun before they send us back up." Which would hopefully be sooner rather than later.

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[ofliarsandlovers]

She's thoroughly disgruntled, her hair isn't at its usual level of high-shine glossiness and she's broken no less than 3 nails in this underground hellscape she'd been confined to. Sulking, she's sat on a camping chair colouring in one of her little brothers activity books to pass the time. Gabs looks up when she's addressed and sighs, shaking her head "nope, me and my family are all packed into a tiny ass room, my baby brother always ends up sleeping with me because he's scared of the dark and we couldn't bring his nightlight." She pouts and shakes her head, before looking at the jar in his hands "having trouble there?" her own brow raises in query "I can get that lid off for you."

l o a d i n g . . .

where: underground when: 1300 hours (approx. 1:00 pm) who: @ofliarsandlovers (gab)

Diego is in the middle of trying - and failing - to pry the lid off of a jar of very expired pickles when he spies a familiar face. It takes a moment for him to pinpoint, but when he does, he can't help the way an easy grin crawls across his face.

It's the woman from the club - the one with the sharp tongue, who'd bought him tequila and bragged about her fancy shoes.

"Didn't expect to see you slummin' it down here with the normies," he calls out to her, quirking a brow. "Don't rich people have their own private bunkers for this kinda shit?"

[bitchtakes]

                            “ knew that 'ya had a brain in that head of yours. and the fact that you continuously doubt my capabilities is so offensive. i've got it all planned out, see. we'll try playing by the rules first and if it falls through, we snatch an occupied quarter instead. ” what was that golden saying ? finders keepers and losers weepers, no ? surely that also applied to their conditions down here as well. and if not, a little bit of violence always seemed to do the trick. “ but if we're stuck with a room with only one cot, your ass will be on the ground. love 'ya to bits, you know that. but you're an active fucking sleeper and i might end up choking the life outta 'ya. ”

"Goddamn, you're perfect," he sighs, satisfaction and relief practically leaking from his pores as he leans into her side. He should have known Ziya would come in clutch - she always does. "I'd ask you to marry me if I didn't already know the answer."

"As long as you keep me entertained, the bitchin' will cease pronto. Promise." He mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key. "You think we're early enough to get a cot, or should I prepare myself for a month of sleeping on the ground?"

[bitchtakes]

                            “ but  the  actual  question  is,  why  are  we  surprised ?  sun  is  always  trynna  fucking  fry  us,  di.  it's  just  a  bit  trying  a  bit  harder  now. ”  looping  an  arm  with  his,  she  urges  him  just  a  tad  closer.  offering  just  enough  space  to  glance  at  the  contents  of  her  tote,  which  happens  to  be  filled  to  the  brim  with  a  variety  of  shooters.  “ you  should  know  having  me  as  your  plus  one,  means  nothing  will  ever  be  boring.  we're  gonna  make  the  most  of  this  shitty  situation  so  do  me  a  favor  and  quit  bitching  about  it. ”

l o a d i n g . . .

where: underground tunnels when: 1300 hours (approx. 1:00 pm) who: closed @bitchtakes (ziya)

This was going to fucking suck.

Diego scowled as he hefted his duffle higher up his shoulder. He'd packed as light as he could, but even still, he'd managed to cram the entire bag full.

It was midday. He could up topside right now, exploring the Wastes, finding cool shit, doing his job - and instead he was trudging down into the darkness that would be his new home for the next month.

"Fuck the sun," he hissed. He wasn't made for tight quarters and rationing and strict rules; he was going to fucking lose it before the week was out, at this point.

Sighing, he almost missed Ziya as she passed by in the dim gloom.

"Z!" He called, picking up his pace in order to fall in alongside her. "Can you fucking believe this shit? S'not enough that the world already ended, the sun's still gotta' fucking try and fry us at every opportunity?"