#open starter: riley

[ambitionslost]

Riley Arrington stood in the center of Westbrook Gallery, eyes scanning the freshly installed exhibition. The dim lighting cast shadows across the intricate brushstrokes of a contemporary piece, the kind that would spark conversation among both critics and casual observers. As the evening air drifted in through the open doors, Riley's fingers brushed against the vintage pocket watch hanging from his belt, a habit he’d picked up when he was deep in thought. As someone approached, admiring a vibrant abstract, Riley stepped forward, his voice smooth yet inviting.

“Not quite what you’d expect from her, is it?” he said, nodding toward the painting. “But that’s the beauty of her work—she always finds a way to challenge her own style. What do you see in it?” The question hung in the air, not just an inquiry, but an invitation to step deeper into the world he so carefully curated.

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on the first bullet | please read rules before interacting. | note: doesn't have to be scream related. }

april knew going out the night before meeting her best friend's new partner wasn't the smartest idea but when an opportunity came up she was quick to take it. of course, that led to her showing up to the lunch with a raging hangover, trying not to think about the hookup she had because she'd woken up beside them and snuck out in the early hours. the blonde was at least excited to get some food in her system. she'd already ordered a coffee as she waited for the couple to arrive and when she spotted her best friend she almost passed out when she saw the person connected at the arm with her. shit, she thought to herself realising she might've just spent the night with her friend's new partner. she tried to shake off her look of panic as they got closer, forcing a smile as she greeted her friend and offered her hand to the other, "hi, i'm april, it's lovely to meet you."

[movierentals]

open to: m. feat. RILEY FOX, self-centered & semi-successful figure skater !

"if you keep saying that i did a good job at practice today, i'm going to stop inviting you to watch." teeth gritted, even as he was straddling the other man. one hand on his cheek, he stroked it gently before he was laying down a playful smack. fingers pinched at his cheeks, forcing him to make eye contact. "tell me no one compares to me, no one looks better in their little figure skating outfit than i do. tell me i'm the best or don't even bother opening your mouth."

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m basic plot: she has a boyfriend but hasn't had any s.ex in months, and someone she knows offers to help her get off potential connections: stepsiblings, best friends, colleagues, neighbors

"He's been avoiding me," she sighed. Riley had been waiting for him out by the pool, a beach umbrella keeping her cool despite the sun overhead. Her body was glistening with the sunblock she'd just applied, and she shifted a little to face him. "I don't know if it's something I did or because he doesn't find me attractive anymore. He only talks to me when he needs something, and...."

Should she tell him? It seemed like a very personal matter, but they've known each other for years.

"...he hasn't f.ucked me in months. I've been trying to understand why, but I'm just so h.orny." Another sigh, and she lay back down on the beach chair. Despite having him there, she could feel her hand inch lower as if her body could no longer control itself.

[bloodykneestm]

she's seen so much she can't explain lately and she's quickly coming to the conclusion that going for a walk in the trees, just for some fresh air, wasn't the right thing to do to ease her nerves. ( after all, there was so much she couldn't see out here, so many strange noises she could only guess the origins of... ) she feels jumpy, anxious; one of her hands is shaking in her pocket.

she hears a twig snap behind her and her head whips toward it. her hand jumps out of her windbreaker and she calls out into the open wood. "is someone there?"

an open starter ( for mutuals only ) !

[wildimaginction]

open starter !! @evermorehqsstart

location: indoor skating rink

❛ GET IT OUT OF THE CREASE !! ❜ riley bellowed from her spot in the stands, leaping up to her feet as hands found the glass separating herself from the ice. they were allowing their assistant coach to fill in for them today so they could watch the game, see how the kids played as an outsider-looking-in. ❛ c'mon, guys !! eyes on the puck, not on your skates !! ❜ then, to riley's dismay, she watched as the other team sent a puck flying over their goaltenders shoulder— hitting the back of the net so hard she thought the rubber might go right through. ❛ god damn it, ❜ riley groaned, sinking back down into their seat, putting their head in their hands. ❛ game over, ❜ she lamented to no one in particular, mainly to herself.

[fcdcdmcmories]

@walstarterblog

“EXCUSE ME, I’M OFFICER RILEY. WOULD YOU MIND ANSWERING .. A FEW QUESTIONS FOR ME?” dewey wondered, raising an eyebrow at that, because.. yes, he knew that he had to get to the bottom of what was going on in here somehow. didn’t he? yes, yes, he knew so. a lot of what was going on in here was confusing the shit out of him and so, he had to figure it out. somehow. did he want to think that he would be able to? for fuck’s sake. no clue. “just .. how you got here, what happened to you back at home … ? the sort?���

[brckensocietyarch]

{ open to m/f/nb (will be selective with female replies) | plot: the ghostface killer has committed three murders, and your muse came to maddox talking about "safety in numbers". but their past makes her unsure if she can trust them. | connection: ex or ex-friend, either work. | note: maddox is one of the killer in her main verse but lmk if you don't want that to be the case here. }

"Don't give me that bullshit," Maddox spoke in a bitter tone, brows furrowing as she looked at him. "You aren't here to protect me from the killer, you're here because you're scared and you think this is the perfect way to weed your way back into my life." Part of her was tempted to slam the door in their face but she held off. "What do you actually want?"

[dcviousintcntions]

Open to: m/f/nb (submissives)

Connections/plots: Someone Simon's slept with previously, complete stranger, unknown family member of a squad mates, anything. T*aboo welcomed. Ghost has decided a few drinks would do him good to unwind but a new opportunity has presented itself in the form of your muse.

Simon set the beer down, attention split between their surroundings and the person demanding it sitting beside him. Some much needed R and R after a series of long, grueling missions had brought him to the bar for the evening. A few drinks had been the plan. There hadn't been a single thought about finding company for the evening. But, the opportunity was presenting itself. Simon had to decide if it was worth taking up the subtle offers that had been made. A little physical release wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like he would likely ever see them again. An amused hum finally came from the man before the gravely voice spoke just loud enough to be heard over all the background noise. "Not sure you can handle what you're asking for."

[ambitionslost]

Laughter echoed through the crisp winter air as Riley ducked behind a tree, hastily packing together another snowball. His gloved hands moved quickly, eyes darting between friends who were scattered around his backyard, launching playful attacks from makeshift snow forts and behind bushes. He peeked around his cover just as a snowball whizzed by, narrowly missing him and splattering against the tree. “Nice try!” he shouted with a grin, darting out to launch his own counterattack. Snowflakes clung to his coat and hair, but he barely noticed, too caught up in the thrill of the impromptu battle, feeling like a kid again.

[awalkoflife]

muse: riley vanderford ( heiress to the vanderford suites / influencer ) open to: males ( 25+ ) mutuals and non-mutuals. plot: based on this ! our muses are divorced, but their relationship isn't quite over.

it doesn't come as a shock to her that her ex-husband failed to reserve a hotel room for their friend's wedding. initially, they'd booked together, before their divorce was finalised and the papers were signed. now, eight months later, their lives look a lot different. they'd been travelling solo, different flights, private transfers and yet.... they were unable to avoid each other. he looks exhausted and while the sting of their divorce is still fresh, riley decides to throw him a lifeline. "if it's just for tonight, how about you stay in my suite?" she offers, knowing that they both had to prepare for the rehearsal dinner anyway. "it's not like this is our first rodeo, right? might as well make the most of it. besides, we can't have the best man looking like shit the week of the wedding." she adds, eyeing him carefully. "choice is yours."

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on this | any connection welcome, t*boo/forbidden welcome | please read rules before interacting. }

"you saw what?" riley asked out with her brow quirked, trying to hold back any look of worry or terror when they mentioned seeing her over the weekend, their words seeming to elude to more than just seeing her out and about. "pretty sure you've got your wires crossed or something..."

[lostxones]

open to f 23-27

"You're the only thing that matters anymore. I can't eat. I can't sleep--all the goddamn cliches from every stupid movie and song...you're all I think about. I'm useless except when I'm yours."

[siiinfully]

OPEN. for: m basic plot: she works as an escort for spending money and ends up with someone she knows as a VIP client who has asked for ‘full’ service potential connection: stepdad/brother/uncle, neighbor, male best friend, taboo welcome

Her biological parents were shit.

They clearly didn’t want to have a family together and had only married because her mom had gotten pregnant, but once Riley turned twelve, they decided they had had enough and divorced. Dad married and moved across the country, the child support payments being the only reminder that she once had a dad, and her Mom went the same route except she took Riley along with her.

The moment she turned eighteen, however, she was left on her own, but by then, she had developed something she could use to help her survive. Riley had turned to being a part-time escort to help pay her way through college, and by her senior year, she was one of the agency’s most popular – and expensive – escorts. She had the luxury of accepting or rejecting clients based on their requests, and the current one was intriguing.

VIP, wants the full service, pretend to be a loving but very horny wife in bed.

Clearly a married man who wanted to get laid, and she accepted it for the heck of it. She was in the bathroom getting ready when she heard him come in, and she snapped the clasps on the back of her bra closed and strolled out, her heels clicking on the floor. The room was a little dark, so she didn’t notice his features until she was already straddling him and h.umping him. And maybe, if he hadn’t spoken, she would have continued riding him until one or both of them were ready to take things to the bed. But she heard that voice before, sometimes across the dining table, and she opened her eyes, gasping when she saw who it was.

[gcddamnvampire]

( open to; m/f/nb ) ( muse; riley taylor. 35. flight attendant. )

"You owe me a dinner after all of this. A very nice dinner."

[dreamgrlevl]

open starter ft. riley (m/f/nb) plot: for whatever reason your muse decided to snatch up riley, now they just have to decide what to do with her. connections: someone whose crime she witnessed, someone who she (or a family member) owes a debt to, someone that was just obsessed and stalking her. whatever works

riley shoots up from where she's laying, chest heaving as she tries to calm her startled heart. she doesn't know where she is, or how she got here. one second she's partying with her friends, then the next thing she knows there's nothing but darkness. she blinks, looking around at her surroundings and trying to make sense of them. meanwhile the panic is starting to set in when she realizes that she can't find her phone so she can call for help. "where the hell am i?" she mutters to herself, eyes darting around to see if maybe she can find a way out.