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[outlawoverture]

✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 ⸺  open ( @charmingstart ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ the afterlife

Near  the  back  hallway  of  The  Afterlife,  where  the  bass  from  the  dance  floor  thudded  through  the  walls  and  neon  bled  sickly  pink  across  the  scuffed  tile,  Levi  had  a  guy  slammed  hard  into  the  vending  machine,  glass  rattling  with  every  shove.  One  forearm  pinned  across  the  man’s  chest  while  his  other  hand—nicked  knuckles,  blood  bright  and  tacky—kept  a  fist  twisted  in  his  shirt.  His  kutte  was  still  on,  tail  gunner  patch  visible  under  the  buzzing  overhead  light,  jaw  tight  and  eyes  flat  with  the  kind  of  focus  that  made  people  wisely  keep  their  distance.  A  few  onlookers  had  started  to  gather  at  the  mouth  of  the  hallway,  drawn  by  the  noise,  the  tension,  the  promise  of  trouble.

A  couple  club  girls  hovered  at  the  corner,  someone  shouted  for  security  that  wasn’t  coming,  and  from  out  front  the  faint  wail  of  sirens  started  to  thread  through  the  music.  Levi  didn’t  let  the  guy  go.  He  just  spat  blood  to  the  side,  rolled  his  shoulders  once,  and  growled  to  no  one  and  everyone,  “You  picked  the  wrong  fucking  place  to  forget  who  you  owe.”

[wickcdways]

WHERE: Riders' Rest, after hours WITH: OPEN ( @charmingstart )

Rio could count on one hand the number of days he’d been working at Riders’ Rest. Factor in a second hand and he could count how long he’d been out of prison. Numbers felt so concrete and yet somehow, it was all so relative, considering how quickly he’d been catapulted into closing shifts at the diner. Rio didn’t mind though– the solitude gave him a moment to think, to reflect in ways the busy work day could never afford him. More than that though, the diner gave him something to put on paper– just enough to satisfy his parole officer and keep him on this side of iron bars. Still, it wasn’t enough, but he didn’t linger on that as he poured himself a fresh brewed cup of coffee and settled into one of the vacant booths, a cigarette already poised and ready for lighting. And then– Silence. Just the click of a lighter and the faint crackle at the end of his Marlboro burning to life. Rio inhaled a long, steadying drag, one hand loosely clenched and the other tucked around his cup of coffee. It was then that he heard the light jostling of the bell just inside the entryway of the diner, signaling the arrival of a newcomer even after hours. Who’d forgotten to put the “closed” sign on the door? Oh– right…him. 

“We’re closed,” he mumbled around his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke off to the side before continuing, “Unless you’re here for shit coffee and stale biscuits,” Rio supplied, never bothering to turn and look at who might have joined him. Was it friend or foe? Could he even discern the difference now that so much time had passed? Come what may.

[wickcdways]

WHERE: The Afterlife WITH: OPEN ( @charmingstart )

“Word of advice?” Hakan began, turning on the barstool just enough to angle himself more towards the patron perched next to him, “Never get married.” Placing his phone facedown on the bartop, he carded a hand through his salt and pepper curls and blew out a long sigh, signaling that whatever text he’d just read from his estranged wife clearly hadn’t been a pleasant one. But then again, the one he’d sent her first hadn’t been either. It was just a vicious cycle that went on and on, though he didn’t harbor any ill will towards her despite that. In fact, if they’d never been married, Hakan suspected the two of them might have been good friends. Sidelining that thought, he turned his attention back towards his newfound company, “What’re you drinking? Next round is on me,” he offered, raising a hand to signal for the bartender, “May your luck be far better than mine.”

[southernbclls]

location: conti family pizzeria, located in downtown charming

status: open ! (0/5) @charmingstart

aurora had gotten a call from her grandma saying that her old man had thrown out his back and wasn't feeling the greatest. it was mid afternoon at this point and she insisted on heading over to the family business to hold down the fort until closing. thankfully, it was midweek and pretty slow at the pizzeria. while in the midst of almost completing the closing shifts duties, she heared the bell to the front door ring. "we close in like twenty, just letting you know. if you're looking for a fresh pizza or breadsticks, you're shit outta luck," she called from the back.

[landminess-deactivated20260403]

On a sidewalk around town.

OPEN TO ALL: @charmingstart

Flat on his back. Still as he could be. The scene unfolded far too quickly for Braden's liking. He should have had enough common sense to not try the tricks he could have managed when he was a teenager while on a skateboard. It was a recipe for a disaster even if he was just trying to relearn to impress his son. It was a new fixation every day with the young boy, and the newest trend now was skateboarding. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I just need a minute." He exhaled heavily not all confident in the being fine part, simply just trying to muster up the strength to stand up again after the wipe out he had moments ago when he tried to land a kick flip. His balance and timing was off which propelled him backwards straight to his ass.

[dcmxcles]

open @charmingstart location: ink and iron tattoo studio

"I'm about to order food, so you can sit here and sulk or eat with me." It's a non-negotiable. After four hours hunched over the back piece, if she didn't get some kind of food into her, the rest of the day was going to be some kind of hellish. For both her, and her client. "And honestly, I'm not giving you too much of a choice. You're looking a little pale." Cracking open a can of soda, she held another out for current company, "You pass out and I'm not responsible for who hears about it. No secrets here." A falsity in and of itself - the studio held many secrets for the club - but, very rarely did any of those in charming come for fresh ink, pass out - and ever live it down. "Come on, get up. Walk around. It'll help."

[dcmxcles]

open / @charmingstart location: charming streets; late at night

The screech of tyres against the road broke the sound of the wind calling over the desert and as Jake swung from the drivers seat and slammed his door closed he took in the scene before him. "This better be good," called out across the bonnet of the car as he wove a beeline towards them. The shattered glass, another cars broken window, littered the road and what appeared to be the contents of a bag or handbag joined it in the street and though it'd yet to have brought too much of a crowd - there were certainly on lookers. "This your shit?"

[outlawoverture]

✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 ⸺  open ( @charmingstart ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ samcro's clubhouse

The  bonfire  cracked  and  popped  in  the  makeshift  ring  at  the  far  edge  of  SAMCRO’s  lot,  smoke  drifting  lazily  toward  the  dark  sky  as  laughter  and  low  voices  carried  from  the  clubhouse.  Colson  stood  a  few  feet  back  from  the  heat,  leaning  against  his  bike,  boots  planted  easy  on  the  gravel,  kutte  draped  over  his  shoulders  like  it  always  was.  The  firelight  warmed  his  face  —  sharp  jaw,  cropped  sandy  hair,  blue  eyes  watching  you  with  a  faint,  knowing  glint.  He  took  a  slow  drag  of  his  cigarette,  exhaling  through  his  nose  as  you  went  off.  A  corner  of  his  mouth  twitched  before  he  finally  spoke,  calm  as  ever.  “You  gonna  catch  fire  with  all  that  energy,  or  you  just  puttin’  on  a  show?”

[landminess-deactivated20260403]

Somewhere outside around the clubhouse.

OPEN TO ALL: @charmingstart

Like a sixth sense, or perhaps it was just Ramiro being a little overly protective of the piece of cake he had on his plate - he felt eyes on him before he heard the footsteps. The man briefly looked up, though more so favoring the food item then the company. "What? I don't need an excuse to eat a piece of cake. And no it's not my birthday - it was just on sale." Clearly clarifying beforehand as the cake did say Happy Birthday. It was marked on clearance and he was a sucker for a good deal, especially when his sweet tooth decided to pay him a visit.

[outlawoverture]

open starter / capping at 4 pls tagging / @charmingstart location / angel's

“So, that was all talk then?” The low chuckle that left Tarek carried that dry, teasing edge he was known for. His dark eyes tracked the cue ball as it ricocheted off the table and disappeared somewhere beneath the nearest stool. “Why’d you bother challenging me?” He shook his head, a small grin tugging at his beard as he straightened and folded his arms across his chest. Maybe challenge wasn’t the right word—they’d just gotten to talking after a couple drinks, shooting the breeze until the table opened up. Still, it had turned into a friendly match, and Tarek wasn’t the type to back down once the cue was in his hands. Spotting a glint of white under a chair, Tarek bent to retrieve the cue ball, rolling it across his palm before looking up again with a faint smirk. “Tell you what,” he said, voice low, easy. “I’m feeling generous. Once we get this back on the table, you want another shot at redemption?”

[wickcdways]

where: the corner cafe with: open, @charmingstart

The entire shift had been the sort of dogfight that Cameron liked to avoid, particularly when the chaos reigned from deep in the night well into the early morning hours. He was exhausted, his limbs weighed down by the sort of weariness that sleep couldn’t fix and his vision blurred from lack of sleep. Such was the life of a trauma surgeon, but even for as heavy as the load often felt, Cameron knew he wouldn’t change it, because by the time the shift had ended, most of the patients that had come through the bay overnight were stabilized– most of them would be okay, and that was enough for him. It had to be.  On the way home that morning, he’d decided to stop by the cafe for just that pinch of caffeine needed to get him through the rest of his trek. Naturally, he’d wandered in during the morning rush, had nearly fallen asleep standing in line more than once, but somehow, he’d made it to the front– all for a simple cup of coffee, nothing special about it to be named, but it felt like a lifeline. He dug out his wallet, forking over the cost of that all conquering cup of black coffee and reaching out for it like his sanity depended on it– and maybe it did, after the night he’d had. He went to pocket his wallet then paused, “Wait–,” Cameron started, reaching for a few more bills and sliding them across the counter, “For the person behind me too,” he clarified. He’d always been taught to pay it forward, and after last night, cashing it in felt like the right thing to do.

[anarchvsts]

open  starter  ⸺  capping  at  3  pls  /  @charmingstart locations  ⸺  bench  outside  of  a  restaurant  /  diner  maybe?

this  was  exactly  why  she'd  always  done  her  best  to  let  her  mother  down  gently  whenever  the  subject  of  setting  her  up  with  some  nice  man  came  up.  disasters  like  this  date  halle  had  walked  out  on.

to  make  matters  worse?  her  stupid  heel  broke  when  she'd  misstepped  exiting,  and  now  there  she  was  sat  on  the  waiting  bench  just  out  front.  the  medical  examiner's  feet  were  already  feeling  a  little  tender,  and  the  thought  of  walking  barefoot  to  her  car  made  her  cringe  a  little.

"hey,  excuse  me,  sorry,"  a  polite  hand  touched  the  person's  arm  that  was  passing  by  as  they  exited  themselves,  "would  you  mind  too  terribly  helping  me  hobble  to  my  car?"

[entersndman]

At Angels

OPEN TO ALL: @charmingstart

"You know, I thought guys were the ones who were supposed to be the more provocative ones. But there's something about older women who really have no filter." He wasn't sure he was speaking to anyone in specific that scattered around the bar, just acknowledging what had transpired. Though, not surprised as he heard every innuendo or fantasy about his profession. "I just wish they would come up with something a little more fresh and not something as stale as they wish I would keep my firefighter helmet on during the act." Like if he agreed of course to joining them in bed.

[anarchvsts]

open  starter  ⸺  capping  at  3  pls  /  @charmingstart location  ⸺  any  parking  lot  or  anywhere  that  makes  sense

"hey,  you  good  over  there?"  the  question  came  after  he'd  heard  some  frustration  over  the  sounds  of  vehicle  trouble.  leaned  back,  relaxed  against  his  motorbike,  lit  cigarette  dangling  from  his  lips,  max  was  the  epitome  of  unbothered.

it  had  been  shaping  up  to  be  a  decent  evening.  for  once  he  did  have  many  complaints  or  worries.  "need  some  help?"

[entersndman]

Outside of The Afterlife

OPEN TO ALL: @charmingstart

"I wouldn't go over there if I were you. She's hell bent and with the way that guy is clutched over, her steel toe boots definitely brought him to his knees. And not in the good way." Malik had just finished his cigarette when the scene unfolded not too far from him. The guy in question was forcefully kicked in the balls. And the big man crumbled almost immediately.

[charmingcrime]

open starter / capping at 5 / @charmingstart

"you ever noticed how this man's head is shaped like a basketball?" she asked, not really trying to be subtle as she pointed towards who she was talking about.

"but anyway, what's there to do around this town? i don't have a race until tonight, and i'm already bored as hell. you'd think a town called charming would have a tour guide or something."

[divinitis]

✧ open starter ✧ for ✧ anyone ( @charmingstart ) location ✧ black widow, private room.

''Took you long enough,'' Elijah sighed, wasting no time as he rid himself of his shirt, fingers toying with his belt buckle when he looked up to notice them hovering in the doorway. He'd had very little work in his time in Charming so far, primarily out of paresse, though he'd missed getting back into the groove of his craft. ''What, no phones?'' A smirk tugged at his lips, hand shooting out to grab the phone he'd placed on a tripod, shutting down the camera and advancing on the new arrival. ''That's fine, I can work with a practice run.''