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Greyson Connors
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POSTED ON Sept 11, 2021 5:19:06 GMT
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“The world is a cruel, harsh place and the people who live in it can many times be no better. Preparations, contingency, breakdowns. There’s a lot to build-up before re-entering the world, but it’s all necessary. It depends from person to person, but you still have to plan for as many failure points as you can. It’s ridiculous how much needs to be done.” |
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DANNY HALL
STAR SOIREE
POSTED ON Sept 11, 2021 14:21:26 GMT
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[nospaces] [attr="class","angelo"] [attr="class","angelow"]  [break][break]Ambassadors. Politics. They weren’t Angelo’s area of interest and nor would they ever be. Him and Remiel were opposites, in more ways than the ones that sit obvious on the surface. [break][break] But to him, it didn’t matter whether the other man was a Galarian prince or if he came to Hoenn with nothing to his name, Remy could still be a royal pain in the ass when he wanted to be – but also a generous friend. [break][break] Sometimes, people could do with someone who didn't care about titles or unnecessary trimmings, and cut the bullshit. [break][break] “Yeah, that’s what I said,” he hums casually around the edge of his glass, Remiel’s thick tone intentionally glossed over in favour of amber liquid that swirls neat and drifts heady beneath his nose. “Fancy, boring desk stuff. You know I’ve got no idea what you do half the time, buddy.”[break][break] It's while Angelo is taking a sip of whisky that a familiar voice drifts into his ear, weaving a song that has him grinning against the lip of his crystalline tumbler. Languorous delight detectable in the curve of his mouth, drink suddenly sweeter, even before he lays eyes on her. [break][break] “Aha. Here she is. My ray of sunshine, comin' to brighten the mood,” sarcasm drips off his tongue like honey, as he turns to face skyler dross and her rebelliously dishevelled appearance with a slow, appreciative gaze. “Maybe I just didn’t want the treasure hunter to marry me for my money…” [break][break] Cerulean locks onto moonstone silver, sparkling with daring and taunting intent. [break][break] What he’d want her to marry him for goes – and remains – unsaid.[break][break] Angelo’s gaze is broken by a mimed gesture of confusion by Locke Jamison , answering in kind with a simple shrug. Although the postman would surely see the smile behind Skyler’s back softening before he hides it behind a sip of whisky. [break][break] Skyler brings with her another familiar face, one that sees Angelo’s expression brightening when he catches sight of their friend. Raziel Beckett and his twin Meowstic always a welcome presence. “Razz, hey. You surviving?” He asks, knowing situations such as this was not the ranger’s favourite pastime, before his gaze turns to Salem and Sabrina. [break][break] “And how’re my favourite cats?” A murderous hiss is pointedly ignored. [break][break] “Speaking of,” Angelo is quick to chime in when the captain points her attention towards the prince, shoulder brushing against his wife’s as he leans into the conversation. Her sharp bearing of teeth joined alongside one a little more playful, yet brimming with roguery. “Pretty sure you still owe me a couple of free crates from that vineyard of yours, Remy. What happened to that, eh?” [attr="class","angelonotes"] notes.#8 [break][break]IT'S A PARTY OVER HERE. [attr="class","angelopokes"]  [newclass=.angelo] width: 400px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: roboto; color: #aaa; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px;[/newclass] [newclass=.angelo b] color: #95a2b5; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelo a] text-decoration: none; color: #95a2b5; font-style: italic; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelo h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelo h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: #95a2b5; letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelo i] color: #95a2b5; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelo u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px #95a2b5; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelotag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-top: 20px; font: 10px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelotag a] font: 11px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelonotes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 40px 10px 40px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelonotes h1] font: 14px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #95a2b5; text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.angelonotes a] font: 11px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #95a2b5; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelow] padding: 40px; background: #272727; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelo span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelopokes] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: #95a2b5; padding: 5px; width: 390px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.angelopokes img] margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
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i don't know anything with certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream ❝ Derek's words, for a moment, reach her as though underwater. Like many of the other dancers on the floor, she's distracted by the show FERNANDO SILPH and illeana reyes provide. It's a scene straight out of a fairy tale- pink mist swirls about them like a magic spell, encasing them in a world that's all their own. Some of it spills past them, glittering pink wisps that slowly curl and fade into nothing. A bit of sparkle settles into Luka's hair, but she still doesn't shine nearly as brightly as the two stars of the ballroom.It's a reminder of something she's already been told: you can do up your face and put on a pretty dress, but you'll still be common. "Hmm...oh! Well, that's okay. I didn't mind it, really...I was just curious." Luka smiles apologetically, with another twinkling laugh. "I guess I should be grateful for it really, if it's the reason you asked me to dance." Her charm is in her earnestness- such saccharine words might be nothing more than a line to anyone else, but she really means it. "E-either way, it's lovely to meet you, Derek." Her smile doesn't fade even when the music descends into clownery- in fact, she only laughs again. Now that their dance is finished Cupcake toddles towards her, clearly having made off with a few snacks of her own. A few crumbs still line her mouth, and Luka tuts fondly while she bends to brush them away. "A drink sounds nice," she agrees, "If you don't mind me tagging along." She wants to remain in his good company for a bit longer, especially with so many strangers about. Luka takes a glass of pink champagne from a nearby tray and has a slow sip. She loves the way the bubbles burst on her tongue. Billowing chiffon sweeps after her as she follows DEREK HOFFMAN to the bar, which is far more populated now than before. Out of the crowd, she only recognizes mint frost and, once again Remiel Calcifet. "Goodness," she tuts, addressing the former. "Monsieur! Your drinks don't have to make you miserable, you know." She grins, motions to a bartender, and orders a lemon drop shot for mint frost. "Here. It's sweet- you might actually like it!" - gawks at FERNANDO SILPH and illeana reyes - finishes her dance with DEREK HOFFMAN - going to the bar with DEREK HOFFMAN and drinking with mint frost - free to approach! DEREK HOFFMAN ● star soiree MADE BY MIZO |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","sidelongcreditssera"] [attr="class","sidelongs"] made by gimmick[attr="class","bodyboxsera"] [attr="class","border-box"] [attr="class","image-space"] [attr="class","text-space"] She'd hoped that would've solved the problem. That Greyson would've caught the hint and backed off. That he would've used a fraction, no, a speck of brain power to see the bigger picture. Then again, she should've known by now that was too much to ask from guys like him. [break][break] 'you're a parasite.' that's what he had said. [break][break] 'And you're a little man with even less of a brain, flapping his gums and raging till you're blue in the face. And for what?' she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. She didn't have any more words for this man. It was like talking to a wall. He'd believe what he wanted to, but Serena's threats we're empty. The last thing anyone wanted right now was to make her their enemy. She wasn't in the fucking mood.[break][break] He made more threats to counter the ones she gave but Serena wasn't impressed. This wasn't a dick showing contest. She said her piece and that was that. If he wanted to test the waters and see if she was bluffing, she wouldn't stop him. She glanced back to Danny, "So, are we leaving?" she asked, clear annoyance in her voice from having to continue to listen to a man-baby whine.[break][break] "and now—"[break][break] "grey—"[break][break] Greyson and Danny spoke at the same time, but it was the gush of wind that took Serena by surprise as she watched with wide eyes as Greyson flung a punch square into her boyfriend's jaw. Taken by surprise of his sheer stupidity she gasped loudly. The action in combination with her gasp started gaining the attention of nearby spectators. [break][break] Danny reeled backwards from the impact. Tripping over his feet and unable to regain his balance he fell, hand flying up to his jaw as he glared back at Greyson. "—enjoy the rest of your evening." Greyson continued and he shook his hand as if it were in pain. Quickly adjusting to the situation, it didn't take long for Serena to react. "Danny!" she shouted. "fuck." he hissed as he massaged his jaw. [break][break] Now she certainly was getting people's attention as she rushed to Danny's side. "i'll let my mother know not to expect you around any longer, danny." Serena glared at him as her hands rested on his back. "Security!" she called as Greyson stormed off. Shooting a glance back to Danny to make sure he was alright she shouted again. "SECURITY!"[break][break] Those that had been posted and on duty quickly made a point to go to the source of the commotion. Once they arrived Serena pointed after the direction Greyson went. Luckily the crowd had parted making it easy to see where he was headed. "Get him! He just assaulted my boyfriend! There are witnesses here!" those that surrounded her nodded. [break][break] A couple of Security officers looked at Danny and Serena and the direction Greyson walked off in. A pair split off from the group leaving behind another pair to check-up on the both of them. "Calm down ma'am. We'll have everything sorted in a minute." one of the officers tried to assure her. "Calm down?" Serena said with a deep frown. "Calm down?! How do you expect me to calm down when random men violate my man's personal space?!"[break][break] Some of the on-lookers looked a little awkward, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. Other's had their phone out recording from the moment stuff started going down wanting to catch the next viral fighting clip, only to be sorely disappointed. "Please, ma'am. Work with us. We'll do everything we can to get to the bottom of this." One of the officers said as he knelt down in front of the pair. "Now, can you two tell me how this happened?"[break][break] But that wasn't Serena's priority. Quickly turning towards Danny with a worried expression, her voice was hushed. "Are you alright?" she asked tenderly. She was serious, no theatrics this time. A heavy sigh left Serena's lips. No one liked to take her seriously it seemed. Constantly pushing their limits with her. Now she had more work to do because she was going to have to deliver on her promises. "I'll get him back for this, I promise." she whispered in his ear as she rested her forehead against the side of his head. [break][break] [break] + more tags: Greyson Connors[break] + Outfit[break] + xtra notes: welp... | Serena's making a scene... 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 She then kept going. Failure points. Contingency. Assume the worst. This ran counter to what he tried to impress on her. Casey brought the bottle high and downed the last of his wine cooler. For being six feet tall, he was something of a lightweight. "...And that's what we'll do. I might know a couple people who seem like they get around. Like they could give you a lead, of some kind. Remind me to tell you more about this later." Casey felt oddly sleepy, though the carbonation in the drink left his voice a little fried. "....................It'll have to. But, I know you can figure this out." He loosened his grip on the empty bottle, clutching it between two fingers and his palm like a bird's talon. Lie or not, it would go over his head. "To a new future." A future he was still figuring out, well into his twenties. Casey fully covered his mouth with one of his large hands. He couldn't bear to let this person hear him yawn. Casey looked to the drink table. He was considering another drink, though that'd hardly be a healthy choice. He then turned back to Elaine. "...Do you go to the gym?" |
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[break][break] A tug that yanks him away and pulls the knife gripped like a vice out from Jayden's wound. The blood on his hands is all Roman can focus on. Crimson, a scarlet stain on young fingers. He drops the blade to the floor with a clatter that will echo in his mind forever. [break][break] Pressure. [break][break] Crushing tiny lungs and trapping the air inside. A thousand tons layered on the fragile bones of Roman's ribcage. He gasped, wheezing as the world blurred by in his peripheral. Stumble and fall. He collapsed onto his hands and knees behind boruta maher. [break][break] "I can't." two simples words, and he unraveled like a ball of yarn. Pulled from the depths of a breaking heart, a waterfall of tears flowed from his cheeks and onto sticky red hands. "Can't..." The walls are closing in around him. Tightening, squeezing harder on his heart and lungs. [break][break] "Breathe." [break][break] He deserved this. All of it. For hurting jayden cross. The one person who'd been open and honest with him. Jayden noticed him without the anger and the violence. And Roman stabbed him. [attr="class","roman-bot-1"] notes about this postRoman has a panic attack and collapses onto the floor. 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[nospaces] [attr="class","decker"] [googlefont=Poppins:700,800][googlefont=Hind:400,700][attr="class","decker-big-img"]  [attr="class","decker-1"] [attr="class","decker-title"] MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN [attr="class","decker-subtitle"] i am the astro-creep, a demolition-style hell american freak. i am the crawling dead, a phantom in a box shadow in your head. [attr="class","decker-pkmn"]      [attr="class","decker-post"] The papers caught Killian's eye as he entered the room. Always the nosy sort, he can't help but scan through them while he waits. He's about to dismiss most of it as unimportant until he reaches the reports on Misty Terrain. [break][break] "This is..." [break][break] Killian muttered and took a seat at the desk. He could barely make sense of most of it. What little he could understand explained a lot. The mist offered immunity to conditions that affected the mind. No wonder it soothed whatever lingered from Lulu's nightmares. [break][break] "Hijack." the Rotom phone slipped from his pocket at the sound of its name. "Take pictures of these documents and send them to - " he cut himself off, heart sinking in his chest. Killian can't send this to Alexandra Briarwood. Dragging her into this nonsense with Fernando would be inviting trouble. Besides, she wouldn't understand any of this. [break][break] What about Lulu Flint? Perhaps she'd be able to make sense of some of these reports better than he could. "Lulu Flint." the pictures are taken quickly and sent off. In the knick of time, too, as FERNANDO SILPH arrives as Hijack's slipping itself back into Killian's pocket. [break][break] "Took you long enough." he grumbled, opening the door. [break][break] "Did you enjoy your dance?" [attr="class","decker-bot-1"] notes about this postKillian snaps pictures of the Misty Terrain reports and sends them to Lulu Flint.[break][break] Opens the door for Fern. 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