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[jordangallo]

JORDAN PREVIEW : EVENT 003

attending as the phantom with iris as his christine ( @wcvenwcb )

[nicoxmacavoy]

Location: The Alibi Central Dive Bar alleyway Status: Closed @wcvenwcb

It had been a while since he laid eyes on his ex, she betrayed him in a way he never saw coming. With one arm in a sling, it didn't take long to have her pressed up against the brick wall his gun pressed to her head. "What the fuck are you doing sniffing around here?" His body pressed up against hers, his face nearly inches away.

[joinmeinenvy]

closed starter @wcvenwcb // halloscream // anywhere

Francesca was unapologetically a musical junkie, and she wore that title with pride. Music was her passion, a vibrant thread woven into the fabric of her life. Though she couldn’t carry a tune to save her life, she more than made up for it by mastering the intricacies of musical accompaniment, spending countless hours immersed in melodies and harmonies. When she spotted an old friend dressed as one of her favorite musical heroines, a mischievous grin spread across her face, her excitement bubbling over. “Come to me, my Angel of Music,” she called out in a low, teasing voice, trying her best to disguise her identity. With a playful flourish, Francesca popped up behind Iris, spinning her around with a dramatic twirl.

“F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S,” she sang, her eyes sparkling as she took in the stunning details of Iris’s costume. “You look amazing! But I expect an explanation about you and Jordan. How dare you keep something like that from me?” She feigned indignation, her tone light and teasing, but the warmth in her smile betrayed just how delighted she was to see her friend. The night was alive with laughter and music, and Francesca couldn’t wait to dive into the stories that lay behind that fabulous costume.

[hayesarcher]

closed starter| @wcvenwcb

location: syndicate headquarters

Hayes was in a mood, that was why he had chosen to stay at the headquarters for the day instead of being out and about in the city. The last thing he wanted was to run into Allie again before he'd had time to sort his mind out. He was typing away on his laptop, working on a job to distract him from the identity of the texter. He heard footsteps and immediately sighed, his peace ruined. "Whatever it is I'm busy."

[saccharinexvenom]

FEATURING    ›     romeo & iris ( @wcvenwcb ) LOCATED AT    ›     halloSCREAM

" is that really ... who dressed that person ? " romeo questioned as his gaze fell upon the person dressed as ... well, he didn't know what exactly they were dressed as. but the overly adult sized diaper was simply not doing it. for them, or anyone else for that matter. " i know they say the freaks come out at night. but this seems to really be pushing it . "

[sinnerssquarehq]

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[jordangallo]

"No, it's Griffin." He speaks sarcastically to her, as if the difference between the two of them could really be that obvious to the naked eye in the darkening of the night around them. His eyes look her up and down as she gets closer to him, unable to control the thoughts in his own mind right now as the alcohol makes the most inappropriate thoughts push towards the front. Although the look of annoyance across his face is hard to miss as she comes up short with the craving he needs right there and then. "How am I supposed to remember that? I don't keep tabs on you women." He waves his hand off at her, as if he is dismissing her but his stumble down the sidewalk tells a different story as he looks back at her. "Are you coming or not?"

𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 manhattan anymore. a certain part reminds her of too many memories she'd rather forget -- leaving the rest open for madness with friends from college. barely any of them lived in the city anymore. thus, it was rarely ever worth it to make the journey from queens. one of the few left happens to be having a birthday, forcing her to make the treck. as expected, it's worth it until it isn't. the introvert in her wants to go home -- but the people pleaser tells her to stay. that is, until she spots another reason why she'd come this far. iris has a strong dislike for most of the serpents, considering how far their heads are shoved so far up their own asses. jordan gallo is the exception. and while she knows he has a twin, she can recognize him -- even still. it's easy to separate the two, when one not only talks to one of them, but observes behavior. " jordan? " she calls out, waiting until he's illuminated by the street lamp she's standing under. " i don't smoke, remember? " after a moment, she finally picks up on his lopsided demeanor. " i'm looking to leave anyway... there's a place down the street we can pick some up if you want. " she gestures to the pub, where she can hear the familiar cries of a former wasted sorority girl.