ᴅᴄᴡɴᴛᴜʀɴ @dcwnturn - Tumblr Blog

˖.𖤓 ݁٠࣪˖˚⋆ ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ ᴄᴀsᴛɪʟʟᴏ for @mallratshq by kae [32 ; she/her ; est]. 𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 24 ; student @ stanford law ; crew @ starline cinema. intro.

“ you can’t be a 𝙋 𝙇 𝘼 𝙔 𝘽 𝙊 𝙔 and ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗ at the same time. it will kill you before you even get a chance to up your pๅǝᴉɥs. ” - sarvesh jain

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torresvhs

It was approaching midnight, and Pixel Palace was currently a ghost town of blinking neon lights and half-opened boxes of prize counter toys. Val was sitting cross-legged on top of the prize counter, eyeliner smudged from a rub of her wrist. She had managed to get through most of the required inventory by guesstimating and was now actively avoiding unpacking the rest of the junk counter prizes. Val picked up the walkie talkie and pressed down on the talk button. "To whoever is currently hanging string lights near the main walkway: that ladder looks structurally unsound, and if you fall, I'm taking a picture before thinking about calling for any help. Carry on." She tossed the radio onto the counter, waiting to see who would brave the dim arcade aisles to complain about her attitude.

dcwnturn

seeing some idiot bust their ass was not necessarily on maverick's bucket list for the night, but it sure as hell should have been. he ducks into pixel palace to hide the face behind his uproar of laughter, losing himself quickly in the dark between the machines, occasionally lit up by a flashing screen. when he's calmed himself a bit, he heads back towards the front; the cinema is just next door, and he really ought to be heading back over before he gets into some sort of trouble - he was still meant to be doing inventory, after all. before that though, he meets up with the person actually working here at the moment, and peers around to see if the unfortunate klutz has managed to recover. "man, did you see that?" he asks, a touch of laughter returning in his tone. the humor has lit him up from the inside; he is awake, alive, real. "that had to have hurt."

#[ ; threads ; ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ ☼ ]#mr.torresvhs

exgr4tia

✶ open starter ! ━━━━ with everyone.

free pizza was an automatic way to get oliver thorne to attend ... well ... anywhere. he reminded himself to eat as much as he could reasonably get away with, to stow a couple of slices away if there were any leftover at the end. a couple of dollars saved here and there could be the difference between an empty belly and his latest required reading. three mouthfuls deep in pepperoni he turned, wide - eyed, mumbling his apologies, side - stepping out the way of the array. “no, no — you go ahead. they totally upped the budget from last year.”

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maverick chuckles, low and deep in the back of his throat. it was always nice seeing people actually enjoy food; he'd have to find remy, drag them over for some dinner and then hide them away so they'd actually pig out. actually, maybe he should just grab enough for them both. "no worries, man. looks like there's plenty enough for everybody." the paper plates are just as flimsy as he might have expected; he stacks two or five upon his palm, loading them up with slice after slice. with five piled high, he offers a toothy grin. "and it would take a real sucker to turn down free food, right?"

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hellcbore

remy frankly couldn't figure out why they deemed it worthwhile to hang around the mall when they didn't have to be there in the first place. but they were here regardless. "i feel like i've explored every inch of this damn mall," they sighed, casting a sideways look at their companion. "are we sure this isn't some psych experiment?"

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it's just past two in the morning and they're wandering through the main hall - catching glimpses of people as they finish up their decorating or start wandering themselves. two in the morning is a familiar place for him, often filled with studying until morning light, but this is better: remy is better. he always has to be so careful with them, but it doesn't take much to remind him that it is absolutely, one hundred percent worth it. and so he walks, six inches from their side, and makes sure not to let their hands brush.

"i'm not sure of anything at this point. this past semester actually obliterated my brains. but if it was a psych experiment, what's the goal?"

#[ ; threads ; ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ ☼ ]#mr.hellcbore

fungrrl78

"you're kidding, right?" aisha asked with a brow raised and hand on her hip, standing back to take in their decorating skills. while she technically admonished her pseudo-coworker, it came out in her signature teasing tone. "i've never seen something so crooked. you need serious help." she stepped forward, gesturing for them to pass the poster in their hands.

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maverick turns from where he's got the poster pinned up against the wall, a sheepish grin already upon his face. "is that you saying that serious help has arrived?" he asks, releasing the poster and letting it fall back into its natural rolled form. "because i'm not going to lie and pretend that i wouldn't seriously appreciate it." with the poster handed off, he steps back to allow the master space to work. "seriously though, you showed up in the nick of time. like wonder woman or something."

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pizzanate

open event one. lock in. where: sunset plaza food court when: around 10pm, mingling hour.

Nathan was lounging on a table in the food court ( it was okay, he took his shoes off ), taking in the feel of the mall. It was his fourth year - his fourth lock-in - his first time as an assistant manager. The sheets he was supposed to have handed out were lying next to him in a pile, along with the lanyards. He had until 11, right? What was the rush? He clearly wasn't looking forward to the work the night demanded - but he was excited to be home, to see new & old faces. He turned his head to the nearest table and grinned. "How was your semester? Excited to be back?" He paused. "Or are you afraid of the ghosties?"

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laying out on a table wouldn't have occurred to maverick under his own steam, but he's perfectly happy playing follow the leader. "ghosties?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "never even thought to be scared to tell you the truth. there's a lot to be scared of out in the big bad world, right? who has the time to be scared of home too?" he rests his head back against the table, staring up at the ceiling. "as for my semester, it went just as well as can be expected. is it sad that i'm happy to be back here?" here, everything fell into place. here, everything made sense. here, he could almost quit pretending to be someone he wasn't. it was a nice change from the norm.

#[ ; threads ; ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ ☼ ]#mr.pizzanate

❛ [ ☼ ] : ( sergio mayer mori , cis man , he/him ) omg … was that JEREMIAH FISHER i just saw clocking in?! no ?? oh, i guess it was just MAVERICK CASTILLO then. they’re THE PLAYBOY i was telling you about … you know, the 24 year old 1L STUDENT, who’s been away studying LAW at STANFORD LAW SCHOOL ? word around town is they’re back home for what’s apparently their THIRD summer working at sunset plaza — not counting the one where he threw someone a monumental going away party that went way too far . this time around, they’re working as a CREW MEMBER at STARLINE CINEMA while trying to save up some extra cash for HELPING HIS FIANCE ESCAPE THE CARDS THEY'VE BEEN DEALT , but you didn’t hear that from me … from their interview, you’d probably guess they’re GREGARIOUS and CHARISMATIC, but anyone who’s worked a closing shift with them knows just how SELF-CENTERED and IRRESPONSIBLE they can get after spending all day listening to ZOMBIE by THE CRANBERRIES looping through the sunset’s speakers. though, with the way employees have been disappearing lately, let’s just hope they survive the summer long enough to make it back to campus. ( kae , 32 , she/her , est . )