make your exit

angelo madden | faust | @crimsoncityhq

[angelomadden]

gracelcssx​:

“pretty sure my dogs love you now.” she pointed out. a smile forming on her lips as she watched them lay next to angelo. her dogs though loved everyone. well except for one person.  "next time i have to go out of town, i might just have you dog sit for me.“ she teased. though she was sure angelo could do it. well hopefully if she did need a dog sitter in the future.  "me, a big shot? definitely not. ” she may have been an excellent surgeon, but she didn’t let that get to her head. she was just doing her job. which was to save the lives of kids. grabbing the big bag beside her, she handed it over to him. “I did. going to the park for the afternoon without food is wrong.”

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“At least somebody does,” Angelo dons a faux pout, reaching towards the dogs to give them a belly rub. "Ah then they get to meet Columbus,” he coos. “But you guys are much cooler than him.” Technically the dog belongs to his sister but he doubts he can bring dogs to the manor to look over. At least he’d have some company in the apartment and even then, he needs to start spending more time there anyway. “You’re selling yourself short, Faith. Own up to your bad-assery,” he nudges her with his shoulder. Angelo has always admired all the medics for the Fausts -- Eva in particular being the reason why he chose to get an EMT certificate in the first place. While he himself can’t admit that he’s doing it due to the kindness of his heart, he’s glad others do. “Oh shit nice! What’s in it,” he asks, already opening the bag. “You are heaven-sent, you know that?”

[angelomadden]

Angelo has a cat IG but doesn’t know how to edit photos. 

[schmidtscreek]

WHO: open to anyone

WHERE: La Buena Bruja

─ LA BUENA BRUJA truly made the shop sound a fair bit more unconventional than it really was. Inside was a modernized apothecary, the smell of hand grown plants and blooming vegetation a pleasant mix upon the nose. A bit of a homeopath herself, Isabel was well versed in nature’s medicine. Her shop had become a popular destination for herbal remedies and ingredients in Chicago. While she was gone, she’d entrusted it’s livelihood in the hands of both Audric and Jace. An easy decision, as she trusted them both inherently.

Her return had been a whirlwind. Isa felt like she hadn’t slept since her flight touched down─ but that was okay. There was a lot to do, both at home and at work. “One moment, I’ll be right with you!” She called out from behind the counter as she heard the bell ring out from the front door. Isabel insisted that Audric and Jace take the next few days off, and had busied herself with a kind of tidying that could only come from an owner’s eye.

[angelomadden]

TW: SCHIZOPHRENIA (IMPLIED), MENTAL HEALTH

The voices make their presence known again, haunting Angelo’s every waking moment -- whispers of what he should do echoing against the walls of his mind. Like always, they’re ignored, pasting a smile on his face and carrying on as if he doesn’t have an urge to snap someone’s neck just because something in his head is telling him to. It’s through the advice of an elderly patient that has the man wanting to do something about it. She saw the struggle and deemed that he has the devil in him. To be fair she was hypocapnic so she probably didn’t know what she was talking about.

Still.

Suffice it to say a quick stop at La Buena Bruja makes its way at the end of his shift. How an apothecary would help, he doesn’t know. All Angelo is sure of is that it’s on the way home and it’s way closer than the church. A psychiatrist is out of the question.

Inside, he’s about to take a look around when there’s a greeting and since he doesn’t know what he’s looking for in the first place, he waits by the entrance.

“I just need something to beat the demon that lives rent free in my mind,” he calls out. At least he gives her a head start. “Or do you guys do magic?”

[angelomadden]

sinfxl​:

blair’s eyes narrow on him as she pulls the bottle from his grasp. “ first of all, i’m always fun. ’ a playful smile lingering before taking a swig from the bottle. “ so — how’s the game work? ’

--

“The delusion is strong with this one,” there’s a laugh before he takes a couple more bites of the pastry and making grabby hands at the alcohol afterwards. “Game goes ‘let’s see how long it takes for Blair to pass out drunk because she can’t compete with Angelo.’”

[gracelcssx]

open to: everyone location: chitown park

a day off to relax for once was a long time coming. with finally having a day off from the hospital, faith had planned on doing nothing but relaxing. something she hadn’t had a chance to do for god knows how long.  with the weather being nice for once, faith found herself at the park with her daughter and her three dogs. to her, it was going to be time well spent, that was for sure. “so nice to have a day off.” with a blanket on the grass, faith sat there on it in the shade.  "it’s been months too since i even last had a day off. “

[angelomadden]

What has Angelo hanging out with his fellow Faust medic at Chitown park, he doesn’t know, but he surely isn’t complaining. The sun shines bright, the dogs lick at his face, and even the kid is posing as entertainment for the man. “It’s because you’re a big shot,” he says matter-of-factly. “Gotta keep the big shots in the hospital to save lives and all that.” Leaning back on his elbows, Angelo watches the people around them. There’s a guilt that settles when he thinks about his sister and the lack of time they’ve spent together but work on both ends have been keeping him busy. “Did you bring food,” he turns his attention towards the woman to keep himself from losing himself in the thought. 

[angelomadden]

sinfxl​:

her eyes rolled with annoyance, a look angelo had likely grown familiar with by now, but — a smirk was tugging at the corner of her lips. “ yeah, yeah, okay — let’s try it. ’

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Shit eating grin in place, Angelo raises a brownie to his lips to take a bite. “Sober Blair’s no fun. Come on, let’s get you listened up, beautiful.” Bottle of bourbon in hand, he hands it over to the woman. “We can even make a game out of it.”

[sinfxl]

“ brownies and bourbon? ’ her eyes narrowing. “ edibles? or… ’

                 @crimsonstarters

[angelomadden]

Angelo looks at Blair like he’s offended. “You’re asking me like you don’t know you’re gonna try all.” 

[noah-etkin]

| Mad-den |

Location: Faust Manor Time: 22:45 Closed for: @angelomadden​

Noah’s still an outsider really, he’s at the Faust Manor on Oliver’s orders; for the meeting that ended up being a distribution of search parties; Effie Faust could be another name on the missing persons list. In fact, it certainly could have been - if Oliver reported it, of course. Noah’s not even thinking about suggesting the idea. He knew that he’d be asked to pursue it without the law being made aware of his additional investigation. The weight of stress on his shoulders could easily crush him if he let it, Etkin could so quickly drop it like lead weights and lay they struggling to breathe if he let his worries eat any deeper into him. 

But he would never. Not whilst Josie was out there in god knows where and he had so many cases resting on the CPD. His best friend deserved him at his best - and he was doing everything he possibly could to give that to her. Above it, showing any kind of fear in the Faust Manor; the den of wolves that Noah was swarmed with, never fared well in his mind. His fingertips keep brushing against his palm to try and mask the sweat in his hands, he wouldn’t leave until Oliver made it clear the meeting was dismissed for the evening - until Noah got the OK from the man in charge. 

So he’s trying to find a place that’s out the way of everyone’s organising when he’s ducking and dodging through the gathering and then his arm happens to smack harshly into another and immediately, his head darts up; recognises the face and he’s apologising: “Sorry - ! My bad, I didn’t see you, I just, Angelo, really sorry…” 

[angelomadden]

TW: KNIFE WOUND

When the boss calls for a meeting, you go to that meeting. Angelo never really had a ‘real job’ before so it was a bitch and a half to lie his way out of cutting his shift short. Finding somewhere else to work is a whole lot easier than finding himself at the bottom of the lake with cement shoes. He’s not sure if that’s the outcome but there’s no way in hell he’s going to risk it. Angelo quite likes living.

The tension in the air is palpable. Missing persons would do that to people. 

Angelo doesn’t know if he’s relieved that he gets to miss work to play search for the missing Faust or worried that he’d have to make up yet another lie to his sister and HR. He’s not sure which one would be easier. It doesn’t matter though; his first job will always be to this family. 

Search in the evening. Guard in the afternoon. That wouldn’t be too bad. He’s explored enough of Chicago to be comfortable doing it in the night time. Why anyone would want him, he doesn’t know, but it’s sweet of Oliver to care. Or maybe it’s a gang thing. Angelo just does what he’s told; thinking about it would require knowing more than he should and he knows just where that leads to. 

Meeting adjourned, he supposes he has to bunk with someone -- most likely Wynter -- or take one of the spare rooms. Is he allowed to go back to his place at this hour? He’s too worried about a bullet in his leg to ask. 

Items on his person include his uniform, his cellphone, and a butterfly knife he nicked from a patient that tried to get physical. It’s holographic. Fancy. Angelo remembers a time when his father would take the pointy end of a knife to see just how much pain he won’t feel. 

Blade out, he tries a couple of tricks he’s seen on Tik Tok. On his way to Wynter’s room, his feet already know where to go so he’s not really paying attention to anything around him. It’s when someone’s arm smacks right against his hand does he notice the knife now jutting out from his abdomen. To be fair, the blood could have been another clue in. 

“Oh shit, no you’re fine.” He can’t pull it out; he doesn’t know the damage it’s sustained yet. Fuck, Eva’s going to kill him. “Aw man. I hate getting blood out of clothes.”

[angelomadden]

crimscnheart​:

angelo was the cutest thing when he wasn’t obsessing over teddy. tia leaned against a nearby wall as she nodded. “yes, that did come out. what’s so funny?”

--

“Our t-shirts,” there’s a shit eating grin on his face now; it’s been a while since he’s brought it up. “I have more ideas if you want.” Angelo has been tired from the get go so maybe having fun with Tia would ease the stress. 

[crimscnheart-deactivated2021041]

“care to explain what’s so funny?”

[angelomadden]

Angelo looks up at her, confusion clearly etched on his features. “Shit did that come out? I could have sworn that was in my head.” 

[crimsonfaux]

0/5

TRIGGERS:Gore, Blood, body horror

Oliver left the banquet room, arm curled around his abdomen to hide the fresh wound that pumped the crimson onto his arm. The explosion rippled from underneath his feet and caused him to smack right back into the doors of the banquet while panic struck. His dark eyes turned to see the lanterns contrast the darkness that inhabited Lake Michigan. He took in a few sharp breaths as he slowly started to realize what he had felt minutes before. “We have to get to the bridge!” He called out and started to hobble forth the way to try to gain an inch of control over the ship.

This was FAUST territory, at least to Oliver, he considered the whole entire lake and smuggling shipments to be his forte. The thing he didn’t count on was the grotesque morbid decorations that met him and the others. “CAZZO. CAZZO. CAZZO. CAZZO OLIVA GIARDINO”  The outburst is calmed within seconds. 

“Ok, ok, ok.” Oliver muttered and squatted down to move without his head colliding with the corpse art above him. There’s another noise that sharply felt like it graded down his spine. “Fuck alright - alright. Let me just.” Oliver batted one of the broken fingers when it came too close to his lips. “Look for the flare gun or anything we can use in here.” he called to the others.

[angelomadden]

TW: BLOOD, GORE, DEATH

It’s like everything’s happening in slow motion. One moment Angelo’s stuck wondering if he could swim his way back to shore and the next, he’s thrown down by the impact. He’s disoriented for a moment and it’s slow going but he gets back on his feet, or tries to at least. The ship, or what’s left of it, sways and it’s the sound of screaming that forces him to focus. 

His sister is somewhere on the boat. 

There’s a frenzy and it’s becoming seemingly difficult to distinguish the voices around him versus the one in his head. Breathe. Look for your sister. Breathe.

Oliver’s voice breaks through the madness and Angelo uses that to ground himself. Approaching the source, he keeps his sights away from the macabre. The smell of rust is distinct in the air and he’s sure it’s due to the corpses until he sets his sights on Oliver. 

“Boss,” his voice is shaky. “Boss, you’re bleeding.” Way to go Captain Obvious. “I’ll find the flare gun but let me fix you up first.” 

[angelomadden]

To my dear family,

We know that you’re struggling, but we have information in regards to Effie. You’re cordially invited to a luxurious night of drink and dance on the Queen’s Waters cruiseliner, docking at Navy Pier this June 29. This is a black tie event, and while weapons are unnecessary, you may carry on board should you suspect you’re followed. Keep this invitation & your ticket classified for the sake of unwanted stowaways; tonight is to celebrate our accomplishments in the war for Chicago and that our family will be complete once again. Dinner begins at 8 p.m., and don’t be late. We don’t have the patience.

Possa la tua guerra essere vinta.

—Alessandro Faust

[angelomadden]

NIGHT AT SEA: Angelo Madden

[angelomadden]

crimscnheart​:

something about being outside in the sun no matter how beautiful the day that always exhausted autumn. when she began handing out fliers, everything was fine she was all smiles and eager. but then as time and people passed by her not even batting an eye she found herself growing more annoyed. finally someone stopped and took time out of their day to just strike up a conversation which was admittedly a breath of fresh air. “depends on how long you want me to stab you for and how big you want the wound.” she joked grinning at the sense of humor that caught her by surprise. “ah, a piercing. well, good thing that’s your sister and not your mother but even then you’re a grown man make your own decisions.” she said trying her best to convince him. “how cute would a nsoe piercing be? or even an ear piercing?”

The banter catches him off guard, a shit eating grin taking form on Angelo’s face. He looks over the written deals on the flyers, picturing himself with an actual piercing. “You can stab me for as long as you want. I don’t mind,” he teases. A glance at his phone shows that he has enough time to indulge himself in this. Besides, if it runs too late, his partner could always pick up the ambulance. Fucker owes him for covering anyway. “Oh fuck no, I don’t let my sister control shit.” The thought of it is laughable at best. “Don’t think I can have anything on my face. HR is a bitch and a half.” The earring sounds enticing though but he’s always wanted a -- “Tongue piercing part of the deal? Heard it’s supposed to make eating out a ride,” he throws the woman a wink at the double entendre. “How long would it take to heal?”

[crimscnheart-deactivated2021041]

open starter // location: outside unbound ink @crimsonstarters​

autumn was outside handing out fliers promoting their new tattoo and piercing specials for the month. half priced nipple/nose piercings and half priced tattoos with the new apprentice. handing out fliers wasn’t her favorite thing but it was a chance for her to get out in the good weather and socialize.”hey, got a second?” she called out to the figure that was passing her. “we’re doing half-priced piercings and tattoos if you’re interested.” she said, extending the colorful sheet of paper towards the person in front of her.

[angelomadden]

Angelo fights off another headache, having to wrestle an injured man who refuses to get his possible concussion checked out, into the ambulance. He drives around during his break, dropping his partner off at a nearby cafe. The day calls for lunch at Ollies but it’s on the other side of Chicago and he knows he should be on call around the neutral area for a while. He parks and tries to look for a nearby sandwich shop, just to have something in his stomach. There’s a donut shop that seems promising and he’s about to head over when he’s called. The flyers look too colorful to pass so he takes one, eyeing both the deal and the one who gave it to him with interest. “So how much do I have to pay to get you to stab me,” he lets out a chuckle. “Piercings, I mean. My sister would flip if I came home with one.”

[gracelcssx]

open: everyone location: fates

it almost seemed as if this was a reoccurring theme each week. the babysitter canceling but with different excuses as to why. it was frustrating to say the least. especially since it meant asking her mother constantly to babysit. which she didn’t mind. but she didn’t want to put pressure on her mom to babysit her daughter. a sigh escaping her lips, she set her phone down after reading the text. “one would think getting a babysitter would be easy. but apparently not.” picking up her coffee, she took a sip of it as she leaned back in the chair. “why do some people though come up with excuse after excuse to get out of something so simple? this girl would have gotten paid too but heaven forbid that.”

[angelomadden]

Angelo’s been frequenting way too many cafes lately. His excuse is that he really doesn’t have any time to pack a thermo in the morning. Starbucks usually has a long line and it’s good to support the local businesses anyway. There’s a break in between shifts and he finds himself at Fates, taking a seat at random. There’s a woman in front of him and he doesn’t mind; the place is pretty packed anyway. He’s about to mind his own business so she wouldn’t think he’s a creep or anything until he realizes she’s talking to him. Looking around to make sure that he doesn’t mistake it for someone beside him, Angelo throws the woman a shrug. “Did they at least give you a day’s advance or did she ditch you right now?” He’s not really sure how those work seeing as how he and his sister usually had a nanny around. “You know, maybe she should pay you. Emotional distress and all that.”

[angelomadden]

wtcddy​:

IF HE’D KNOWN it was angelo hanging in his periphery, he might have shut the fuck up and sank further down in his chair in hopes of disappearing between the slats, but before he can correct the mistake and hit sneakers to concrete, the guy’s trotting his way over all starry-eyed. teddy swears if angelo were a dog, his tail would be wagging—and he may also be sporting a red rocket. “ fancy meeting you here, ” he chimes, though it comes out harsher than he intends, like the words are curt and bit off at the tip of his tongue. “ don’t bother, i already got a replacement. ordered an americano and they gave me a cranberry white chocolate latte or some shit. ” there’s a pause where teddy drinks him in, the furrow of his brows more like a pavlovian response than an intentional gesture. “ did you get anything ? ”

There’s a part of Angelo that knows he’s coming off a little too strong — if he considers what Wynter and Tia tell him about his little obsession — but he chooses to ignore it. There are those that say to never meet your heroes, but none of them have had the pleasure of actually working for them. The idolization is very obvious and he’s not ashamed to let everyone know it. “Oh yeah, weird right? I was just out getting something for ya actually.” He shifts the bag so that he can place it on the table. “Aw man, they’re really trying to push their hipster ass drinks here, huh? I’ve seen a lot of people Instagram ‘em. Looks good, though, not gonna lie.” Angelo keeps the smile on his face from growing even wider at the fact that Teddy’s actually talking to him and there hasn’t even been a death threat yet. “Just got myself a coffee. Don’t really get the fancy schmancy,” he shrugs. “You get anything good for your birthday so far, boss?”