#veerthreads

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OPEN STARTER - Veer Sivakumar ( snake den - the hermit ) @ empty bus stop

Veer was being inconspicuous, black hoodie, skinny jeans, beat-off vans, his hair fluffy and falling over his forehead. He was quiet as a mouse, moving through the world without leaving a single imprint, could've been a spy, if he didn't have such a big mouth. He'd been sitting at the bus stop for about ten minutes, staring out into the rain, the other person gave no sign that they'd noticed him.

They weren't so sure if they liked that, the silence would drive them mad. Sound, they loved sound. Even in their hide-outs now, they had a machine nearby, the wiring of its fans a reminder that they were alive.

"Did you know this bus stop was the direct inspiration for the famed bus episode of Spongebob?" they asked, smirking as they spoke. "One of the writers sat at this exact spot for three hours, then really had to pee, and as they returned, the bus drove off. Then they sat another four hours before another came. True story." Perfect bullshit. But hey, Spongebob had saved their life in prison, truly.

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CLOSED STARER for @rhapsodiq ft. Xiang location; the streets

Veer licked their lips as they made their way down the street towards the abandoned building they planned to stay the night in. It was cold, despite nearing the end of February, and Veer was well aware of the holes in their hoodie and their skinny jeans, their more fancy clothing carefully stored away in the sports bag that they left in places all over town whenever they were on the job. The job today had given them a good wad of cash, and they planned to spend it on a delicious dinner. They froze in their steps when seeing a familiar face. "Well well. Older, definitely, but not a face nor a set of eyes I will ever so easily forget... Xiang? Don't tell me we have reserved the same room?"

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@anhedcnias ft. Rhodes @ the park

Veer did not easily care for others. There was a threshold of importance one had to overcome in order for them to regard anyone as valuable enough that they would change anything about their life to fit them. At times, not even their parents fell in that category. But this kid.

Mujhe yakeen nahin ho raha!

This kid only existed, and Veer felt like he could move heaven and earth for her.

Though he had reservations as well. As he sat at the bench in the park watching the girl spin around, falling, getting back up, chasing ducks. She was perfect, a creation of his chaos and Rhodes’ beauty. Precious, tiny, he could pick her up and carry her around for days. This he knew.

But alas. She was connected to someone Veer did not know how to trust anymore. The real fear of getting send back always hung over him, like an immense shadow of a hawk that might swoop down at any second. Set its claws into him, scoop him up and throw him back into that tiny cell.

His dark eyes studied Rhodes as she got distracted, a call to someone, whomever. And he sped along the paved path to the girl, his back to Rhodes, hunching down beside Goldie. His child, a creature made from him. Partly at least.

Up close he saw the similarities better. “You must be Goldie,” he said, studying the girl. “You are adorable.”

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CLOSED STARTER for @deif1ed ft. Dahlia location; outside of the club

Veer crossed their arms together to hide the small bag where they'd collected three wallets so far, they walked outside of the reach of the bodyguards and dumped the wallets without the cash and cards in the gutter, then returned, smiling brightly. Currently there wasn't anyone on duty who might've kicked them out right away, but Veer still pretended to need a moment longer outside, though they didn't smoke, nor did they really need to clear their mind.

Their attention was drawn by another individual walking out of the club, and Veer decided upon his next target. "Do you have a lighter by any chance? And some smokes?" they asked, hoping to be given a look at whatever else they were carrying.

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Veer smirked at the laughter, and accepted the sprite with another tskk sound that had so many meanings it essentially meant nothing. They send the bottle cap flying as they pressed it against the counter, caught it, and took a large gulp from the supplied beverage. "Right you are, uncle, right you are. Why waste precious time on the pre-selection once meal when a choice can be provided for you!" They were still considering their chances of conning this man out of some money, perhaps stealing his wallet, when he brought up said wallet himself, and Veer let out a hearty laughter themself. "Arre yaar, I am being played for a fool," they exclaimed. "You have picked the right one too, uncle, where I come from, we respect our elders, perhaps a little too much." He got out a thick wallet spilling-over with cash. A good day it had been. Their non-existent funds once again filled. "Surely patron such as yourself, you have a tab with this fine gentleman?" They gestured at the owner.

 the    kid    sure    knew    how    to    put    it    away   ,    rust    could    give    'em    that.    the    older    gent    chuckles    ;    he    carried    a    bellowing    laugh    that    was    signature    to    him.    it    fills    the    worn    bodega    with    warmth    and    comfort.    "i    don't    know    i've    been    coming    here    for    so    long    ,    they    put    something    in    front    of    my    face    and    i'll    eat    it."    he    gestures    the    store    owner    ,    an    old    friend    ,    to    retrieve    him    a    bottle    of    sprite    and    beer.    he    reserves    the    alcoholic    drink    for    himself.    "veg    or    non-veg    one    of    us    has    gotta    pay    and    i    think    i    left    my    wallet    in    the    car."

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@gildcdglory ft. jade @ ralph's boxing gym

"Those are some moves," Veer said, as they leaned over the edge of the boxing ring, eyes shining. They'd picked this place to hide away for the day, a run in the day before left them feeling a bit untethered, perhaps a good match might reignite the flame of chaos. Perhaps seeing someone getting hurt. That usually did the trick.

"You're a professional I take it, what does it take, I wonder, to become one? Did you audition? Was this your life-time dream?" He could not help being annoying, could not help talking, it was how he took control of his own racing heart.

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@stcnehearts ft. Nazira @ the streets

"Ah, you've come to finish me off, have you? Or to beg for a rematch. I cannot recall, was it I or was it you who won last time, bhai?" He smiled brightly. Veer had very little to fear. Not their own life, that was for sure, they gambled with that too often. And the cash currently in their pocket spoke only of a good day. But to con a fellow conner, that wasn't as easy. Chances were he'd never get his chance to defeat Nazira in a battle of wits. So he'd annoy, his best quality.

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@proeliums ft. Oliver @ the streets

"Oli, bhai, what are you up to?" Veer simply appeared at Oliver's side, whether the other had noticed them already or would be surprised by the sudden appearance, he didn't give a shit. Veer was feeling chaotic, and it led to moments of spurred action. To approach a fellow snake on the streets, openly, while dressed like a Bollywood star - truly they'd missed their calling - wasn't something they'd do on their off days.

Certainly only something to do on their chaotic days. "You look like you need a distraction, weather getting you down? Cold getting you down? Am I just reading into it? Yes, Oli, yes I am, I need a pick-me-up, you are my company."

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Veer was getting brilliant at avoiding Grey on the way into Gravity Nightclub. Sure, soon as they were spotted, he was certainly going to kick them out again, probably do some more kicking than just the out-part. Which, valid, since Veer was not supposed to be setting foot into this place, and they didn't need it in their life that they would get caught and send back to prison. Surely they'd scan their finger-prints, recall the name, and throw them back in for another ten years.

Escaping a third time was definitely going to be more difficult than the first two times. "Thalia bhai, are you flirting with me?" Veer asked, a huge smile on their face as they pushed their tinted-glasses down their nose a little. They weren't sure if the rules against engaging with fellow Snake Denners was supposed to be just a suggestion or an actual rule, but he took it as a suggestion. After all, where was the fun in avoiding people for the sake of avoiding. Wouldn't that look even worse?

"You know I'm taken, my first and only physical love will always be chaos. Though if you want to offer me a place to sleep, I won't turn it down. We can always have a little adventure first."

LOCATION: gravity nightclub FOR: open starter! (0/5)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍. it had been a time that thalia had been waiting for, practically clawing at the edges of her own mind for a little anarchy. however, what she hadn't expected to learn was that someone she knew -- grey -- was a defective red eye member. grey, the one who kept watch over them all. she never thought he'd be collateral damage when all was said and done.. but it was the way it had to be. if the government did not bend to them, they'd never know the names the snakes possessed in their clutches. without them, they'd have nothing.

in some universe, maybe that was the better option. to give weight to the job of being a government official, let them crack under the pressure. if they did nothing, the what could have beens would have been suffocating. for now, thalia was certainly getting sick and tired of the weighting period. she thankfully finds a distraction in actually doing her job.

" hey there, darlin'... " thalia eventually speaks, voice oozing with the usual plastered-on confidence that she wore as a standard every single night. she could keep it together, right? of course she could, she had kept her shit together for her past twenty seven years -- even when life had seemed impossible. " you look simply bored out of your skull.. lookin' for a little adventure? or just the company? "

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CLOSED STARTER for @darkvoiids ft. a muse of your choosing ;) location ; NYC STREETS

The world was burning and it was glorious. Veer could not imagine a better way for chaos to reign over New York City but chaos created and brought about by Snake Den. The perfect plan. However, they still didn’t plan on participating, they still didn’t attempt to pluck the fruits of their labour, but instead ensured they were well away from the actual violence. An onlooker in the streets of the city they’d made their home, a voyeur. 

Though being a voyeur would mean that they never got to participate, and they certainly participated. They licked their lip as they watched a few kids make work of a bus stop. It was beautiful to see the youngsters having a great time. When they moved on, Veer couldn’t help kicking in the last remaining window, because it needed to be done, and chuckling as he did. He turned to another stranger, perhaps another voyeur, and smiled. “It’s very satisfying, would you like to give it a go too?”

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CLOSED STARTER for a character of your choosing @godlessrot location ; city streets

Veer was constantly getting distracted, life would teach them this night that during the apocalypse, they would probably be too late to save the people they loved. But they didn't want to think about it.

They walked past the closed store fronts to see one of them broken open, the metal bars pushed inward by the force of... probably a car. The contents of the store - a jeweller, of course - spilling out onto the streets. There was little left that could catch a high price, but Veer couldn't help themself, they pressed onwards to check the shiny pieces - like a raven. And within seconds, they had rings and bangles and necklaces on - like a scene from a movie. "Do I look like a gangster?" they asked the first passerby. It was chaos on the street anyway, what did it matter who made off with what treasures.

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CLOSED STARTER for @anhedcnias ft. Rhodes (and Goldie) location ; abandoned building

VEER: pinned location VEER: me cancel hai VEER: don’t feel good

Veer had waded in and out of consciousness. Sometimes awake, sometimes asleep despite their eyes being open. They laid curled up in a foetus position, every piece of clothing and blanket either beneath them or on top of them, hoping to keep the warmth in. Clearly he wasn’t prepared. Clearly he should’ve found warmer clothes and thicker blankets. But he’d survived a much colder winter, and spring was about to step through the door. Why should he get sick now? 

He coughed as he got up to shuffle to his sports bag, taking the last water bottle in there, but finding that it was empty. He shook his head and laid back down. Perhaps he should send a message to the others from Snake Den, they could come pick him up, get him some blankets. He just wanted to be warm. He’d forgotten if he’d send a message to Rhodes, so he checked his phone again. Empty… he couldn't even let Rhodes know he wasn’t meeting her and Goldie for lunch. Or had he already? 

His brain was all jumbled up, foggy, vague, and every bone and muscle in his body hurt. He laid back down, pulling his knees up to his chest and pulling the blanket over his head until the only gap left was one he could see through. He felt too tired and terrible to be reaching out to pull his clothes over him. He heard footsteps down the hall, but he had to be imagining them, as if anyone who was out there would know where he was and know that he needed help. No, he was on his own. Like he’d always been. He’d feel better by tomorrow.

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Veer had one mission: get to Rhodes and Goldie and get there quickly. However, the night proved to be a great challenge to how fast he could get distracted... which was incredibly fast. Especially with everything happening everywhere. 24 hours of free crime, free reign, all of these things were incredible. Normally, they would take their time enjoying it, probably do some looting themself, get some presents for themself. Maybe fill up a bank account... by stealing from said bank.

Now, however, they were supposed to have more important things to do.

But they couldn't help being called to action by the call. Turning on the spot to face the destruction and the vehicles being stolen. That's what he should've done! He should've gotten himself a ride. Now he was staring at them.

"Looks like you got burglar'ed," Veer said, with shiny eyes. "Do you need help to un-burglar yourself?"

・   ✦   ・𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐒 /   *    (  open starter  for lawlessevent003 )

@ 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

Shattered shards of what used to be a secure lock and a now-busted garage door greeted Bit upon his return to the motorcycle haven that bore his mark. The visceral sight of a formidable wall of customized motorcycles, meticulously crafted to suit the preferences of their original owners, was an affirmation of the choices made in the dark embrace of the Purge. These gleaming machines, pristine and polished by his own hands were now in pieces, if not yet completely ripped from their spots. The concept of a street race outside the confines of The Burnout was an anomaly in the city's usual order, but the Purge, had rewritten the rules.

Bit, donned in a black bandana still damp with water—a makeshift shield against the noxious fumes—found himself enveloped in the lingering scent of gasoline and smoke. The aftermath of his handiwork, unfolded before him. Flames had been his brush, and chaos his canvas, but the aftermath left him reeling. He dismounted from his motorcycle, helmet tossed in fury, the metallic clatter punctuating the night. As Bit surveyed the destruction he had wrought, his emotions boiled beneath the surface, masked by the bandana that clung to his face. His mocha-hued eyes flickered with a blend of satisfaction and frustration. The rage of a man who witnessed the upheaval of his meticulously crafted domain surged within him.

"What the—" the exclamation muffled by the lingering fabric as Bit pulled the bandana from his mouth. His eyes widened, fueled by anger and disbelief as stolen bikes, now purring defiantly, paraded beneath the celestial tapestry. The tableau before him was an affront to his craftsmanship, an invasion of his sanctuary by opportunistic marauders. His jaw clenched, a potent mix of accusations and fury building within him.

"WHO DID THIS?" Bit bellowed, the words resonating with an intensity matching the roar of revving engines.

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CLOSED STARTER FOR @eternvls ft. Mollie location MOLLIE'S PLACE

Veer could never be blamed for being predictable, if anything, one could never really say what they were about to do. If they would show up on your doorstep - something that always must happen unannounced. Showing up at Mollie’s was a risk, but Veer had always been a risk-taker. To owe someone meant to be in their debt, and they were certainly coming up with a big one. But that didn’t matter, because with New York City growing colder by the day, as winter swept about, they simply couldn’t spend another night on the cold floor of an abandoned building. They would have to take care over the next few days to pick homes and houses they were familiar with, without ever overstaying their welcome. 

Their hoodie up, dark sunglasses on their nose - despite it already being past eleven pm - and a gym bag slung over their shoulders, Veer could easily blend in with the darker parts of the streets. They rang the bell and waited for their chosen host to open up, while holding a plastic bag with cheap Indian food in their hand, the other stuck in their jacket. Hardly clothes for winter, but a wanted fugitive couldn’t really risk going into a store to buy a new jacket. Perhaps Mollie could be convinced to do some online shopping for them. As the door opened, Veer presented their most friendly smile. “Dinner?”

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@murdcrofcrows ft. Silas @ outside of a cafe

Veer could show up two ways; either he was a sneaky bastard dressed mostly in black, with a hoodie, a jacket, black jeans, and some old-school vans. Or he came in style, patterns everywhere, perfectly styled, his hair swept back, sticking out high. It depended on the occasion, whether he was trying to disappear and just be another brown lad in the diverse city, or if he didn't mind people thinking he was some high-held celebrity with far too much money to spend on clothing.

For Silas, they dressed to the nines. Sipping from their coffee with a smirk constantly visible, legs crossed, one hand over the back of their chair, pretending like the cold didn't bother them one bit. "Alright, best time you ever made someone cry, chalo!" Veer said, far too enthusiastic.

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Veer had not expected to be floored so easily. Certainly not on cleaning supplies, certainly not in a situation created by someone who should be their colleague and friend. In friendly matters, one would supposingly offer a hand right away, maybe laugh a bit, but definitely not go about explaining the situation. They were sprawled out, but as Saint started talking, they placed both hands on their belly and made themself comfortable, though they did question the mention of a blood stain, though if it was that, it certainly didn’t smell like it. Eventually, when the help was offered - in words, not so much in actions - they’d made a home there. “No, no, I’m good,” they said, watching the ceiling. “I expired during your explanation.” They grabbed the paper bag with fries and burgers that had crashed to the floor along with them - luckily unlike the cartoon version of Veer, it had simply been pulled to the ground. They opened the bag on their belly and reached into it with one hand, pulling a handful of fries out and pushing them into their mouth. “Why are you cleaning this pig stall anyway?” he asked, through gnawing down on the fries.

✘ CLOSED / ft. veer sivakumar ( @wrvtchedhearts ) at snake den headquarters

❝ now look ! see ? i don't know how many times i gotta say it 'fore somebody listens, huh ? ❞ the frustration evident in his tone as saint chucks a plastic spray bottle of bleach into a bucket a few feet away feels relatively misplaced given how he just watched the younger con-man eat shit on the slick spot in front of the door he'd only just been scrubbing. ( to be clear, that's not to say the fool would be concerned by his associate's wipe out under normal circumstances ― if anything, it's more of a shock he didn't start cackling the moment veer's feet slipped out from under them ! saint has always been a man of simple pleasures ; he's easily amused ! ) the crumpled rag in his hand is quick to follow the bottle's trajectory and free hands tinged an angry red from the caustic cleanser and saint scrapes palms against dark denim before extending one in an offer. ❝ i told 'em, didn't i ? said it don't matter how unsightly it is, a wet spot on the floor's gonna be more dangerous than a goddamn dried up blood stain ! ❛ no, saint, you gotta clean it up ! it's unprofessional ! it's incriminating ! ❜❞ and okay, no, maybe he can't actually refute that part, but that's beside the point : he doesn't want to be doing this in the first place. ❝ c'mon, you good ? lemme help you up, i'm done with this shit anyhow. good e-fuckin'-nough ! ❞