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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.

[saccharinexvenom]

FEATURING    ›     caio & iris ( @wcvenwcb ) LOCATED AT    ›     holiday charity gala

tired of running ; the words hadn't stopped moving through his thoughts. infiltrating each one, as if all he could think about was her. it certainly didn't help that the time between then and now had been chaotic. a mixture of needing to attend to his own organization, before shit really started to hit the fan. it also didn't help that amid a crowd of what could be estimated to be hundreds. she had been the first that drew his attention. that had his gaze held firmly, expectantly. as he watched her enter, with some prick on her arm. the anger that was so often barely contained threatened to boil within him. like a dormant volcano eager to erupt once more. and so, to avoid an eruption, caio excused himself to the bar. where he waited for the damn bartender to finally make his rounds .

yet, it seemed relief would not so easily be garnered. when the familiar scent invaded his space. his senses. and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that iris was near him. " so i guess that's what you meant when you said you were tired of running . "

[moody-money]

closed starter: @wcvenwcb location: big brain tech

Secrets were second nature to Donovan. Despite his claims of being an open book, he kept much of himself hidden. It was his way of protecting what little he had left. Every time he let his guard down, it seemed like he was either abandoned or betrayed. So, he hoarded his secrets, even as he urged his crew to be transparent. But eventually, Donovan’s past caught up with him. A fresh-faced recruit, Iris, uncovered a significant one. No one knew about the secret alliance between the Serpents and the Syndicate. It had kept the gang safe, but at the cost of Donovan’s own freedom—his arranged marriage. With the war escalating and the deal looming closer, Donovan couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. He went straight to Iris. “It’s happening,” he said, a heavy sense of dread settling over him. “I thought we could push it off, but they’re calling in the deal now.”

[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.

[betrayedandbrave]

closed starter: @wcvenwcb

location: gala main room

Gabriel moved through the room with practiced ease, keeping himself looking busy as he discreetly checked in with each member of his heist team under the guise of casual conversation. Most of the crew were loyal members from his gang or their allies, but for this job, he’d had to bring in some outside help. When he’d approached Iris for a favor, he’d regretted putting her in a difficult spot, but his need to see this plan through—and to channel the simmering anger inside him—had outweighed his hesitation. Her role carried the least physical risk, but it was by far the most critical. “Whoever said gold is better than silver clearly never saw you in that dress,” Gabriel said with a warm smile as he approached her. “You look stunning—elegant and timeless.” His tone softened, growing conspiratorial as he leaned in slightly. “How are you feeling about tonight?”

[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."

[sinnerssquarehq]

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"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.

[moody-money]

Donovan sports a stunning silver suit and glasses to match his date for the evening @wcvenwcb. Mr. Walsh will be attending as a guest, with a surprise.

[saccharinexvenom]

FEATURING    ›     caio & iris ( @wcvenwcb ) LOCATED AT    ›     a bar somewhere

the bar had been the type of solace he had needed. the base of the music ... the carried voices ... it all helped to drown out the voice that lingered in the depths of his mind. that questioned ... that argued ... that demanded the answers that he would probably never hear. never know, from the one person that had become a ghost in his life. disappeared with the rising sun, as if she were nothing more than a dream he had been unable to hang on to. or perhaps a nightmare ...

the very one that now stood before him, after the crowd of people had parted. maybe it had been the liquor in his system, that played tricks on him. or maybe it were his mind, and its wishful thinking that she were still here. as it were, there was nothing more than venom on his tongue. " you know, it's not too late. the door is right there, if you'd like to run . "

[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 . "