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@duskstart
STARTER GUIDELINES: when you first join or pick up a new character, you’re free to post a starter whenever you want! after that, please try to reply to at least two other starters before posting your own. this rule applies to closed starters as well.
open || anyone @duskstart
location || an outdoor market, early morning
a fresh danish from the little old lady at the farmer’s market made getting up early on saturday mornings worth it. today, she had given reed an extra pastry on the house - cherry-almond flavored - confirming the crush that he thought the danish-lady had on him. unfortunately for reed, he had a nut allergy, and although the treat smelled heavenly, it wasn’t worth the risk of going into anaphylaxis. “hey!” he called out to the first person he saw far enough away from the danish stand so his old lady friend wouldn’t be offended. “want this?” he gestured to the brown bag with the pastry in it, “while it hurts to give it up, i’m willing to part with it for the sake of your happiness.”
open // closed for @duskstart
location: outside some bar/lounge
Cian couldn’t figure out which was worse in his mind. A permanent label of destruction on his father’s business or the fact that the family name was tarnished. Of course, everyone knew this business was the true pride and joy in the O’Riley household. It was Killarney’s way to escape the disappointment he held in regards to his family. But to Cian it was just a cruel reminder of how much his father didn’t care for him and what a sick joke to be now in charge of the business. He’d let the place rot if it wasn’t for the regulars who Cian had grown used to having around.
Instead of figuring out what to do next as he should be doing, the idea of drinking away into a decently sized stupor sounded much more entertaining. He was bitter, angry, and looking for a way to not be reminded of anything. His steps were out of line as he walked back to his truck, keys jingling his hand before they fell to the ground. Before he could pick them up, someone else already did. “Hey! What the fuck you doing?”
━ ( @duskstart ) .
location: enchantress nights !
des went for their tray full of drinks and came around the table and handed one out, swallowing hard as she passed the drink over to the person. fewer and fewer people were talking about anything else but the runes. des didn't know what it meant for them, but they were determined not to let it get in the way of anything. what could they do about a bunch of paint?
“sorry, i didn't see you there, are you ready to order?” they asks setting the tray aside to grab a pen.
Location: A Bar With: Anyone @duskstart
“If you want any sort of piece of advice,” Ariela mused, holding a beer bottle for… appearances. In truth, she had someone to meet tonight, though she wondered why this was the best place to discuss art buying. “Then I offer you something pessimistic. Cynical. Or, as some like to say-” she smiled bitterly. “-realistic advice.”
location : durand books
featuring : @duskstart
IT’S BEEN TWO DAYS SINCE THE RUNE ARRIVED ON HER DOOR. the first day had been spent trying to cover the damn thing up, after the paint ( or blood ) dried off and the branding is revealed. when it proves too hard of a task to complete, the second day is spent researching how much a new door is ( more than you’d think ) . on the third day, it’s a quiet morning at the store when she sees a figure through the window walk towards the door and eventually stop, hanging around without going inside. it’s only when she hears what sounds like gas escaping does she think to get up and see for herself. by the time she gets the door open, the hooligan had scampered away—and the door has been decorated once more, with a spraypainted outline of the rune along with two lines attached diagonally to the bottom of it. really, it looked like the rune was just a stick figure, which she assumed was the point.
of course she’s working alone this morning, so she’s cleaning off the door for the second time that week when she feels a presence behind her. with a sigh, she moves off to the side and opens the door, assuming it’s a guest. “ looking to buy books, or gawk ? ” she asks, not unkindly.
Location: Any bar With: Anyone @duskstart
Anthony had stuck to beer. At least, he promised himself he would when he entered a local bar and took a seat. Quickly pouring through the small menu, he had settled on some new, trendy IPA beer that he had heard a lot about. He’d learn what the hype was about, at the very least.
So, he took a sip, and he immediately let some slip past his lips – some back into the bottle, and some dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.
“Eww.” He grabbed a napkin and wiped his chin, and then a spot on the bar top. He then picked up his beer bottle and half-read the label. “Why do people love this stuff?”
Status: Open starter Location: Anywhere
“If you don’t mind me taking up a minute of your time, I just have a couple of questions.” she spoke as she approached the other. “Do you enjoy romantic comedies or dark and mysterious thrillers? Would you rather drink beer or wine? Would you rather eat a home cooked meal or get take-out? And finally… Are you free February fourteenth?” Aslı askes the other, smiling playfully.
for: anyone @duskstart
where: red eye bar, late evening.
josie had lived a MILLION lives since she left home but if there was one constant that clung to her like peanut butter to the roof of her mouth, it was slowness. in a city so brimming with life, a moment of lethargy was hard to come across ━ josie learned to savor those moments, few and far between as they were. it had been an UNCHARACTERISTICALLY slow evening for the red eye & josie took great solace in being able to ready herself for the impending evening traffic. swabbing down her work station, the towel once palmed in her hand is since hung over her shoulder. on the balls of her feet, the blonde rummaged through varying clear & brown-hazed bottles from an overhead shelf. bottle in hand, sights trail closely behind the gait that leads her newest patron over to the bar. a cheeky look plastered itself on her visage, as she lurched toward them. ❝ hey, what can i get started for you, DARLIN’ ? i’ve got a new cocktail i’ve been itching to try out if you’re game. ❞
Setting: A drive-in theater With: open @duskstart
“Oh, this movie can’t be that bad. A little birdie told me that’s just how it is with drive-ins. They always squeeze in a ‘double feature’.” In truth, Nellie had little idea what a double feature was. It was… two movies, right? “Maybe the last one was better? Or do they save the good one for after?”
open starter II @duskstart
location II in line @ random coffee shop
aiyana give a small smile towards the barista as they handed her back her change. the only thing she had been craving was the toasted almond latte from this particular coffee shop for some reason. she put back in her air-pods, only to immediately take them out when she heard the familiar static like voices. unsure if it had to do with her … banshee senses or if someone had actually said something. “ - did you say something?” saying out loud to the person next to her, eyes flickering around quizzically.
Location: Riverdale Diner
Dahlia knew she was late to her shift, but she hadn’t planned on a sketchy babysitter that didn’t show up. She hadn’t planned on showing up tot he diner with both kids in tow. At least they had something to keep themselves occupied with crayons and coloring books. She would likely give them her phone before the shift was over, to keep them out of trouble. While she was clocking in, she came out to notice the kids had somehow cornered some poor soul in a booth. “We will give you this one in a lifetime drawing for five dollars.” The smaller of the two kids pipes up excitedly, “It has stars and and glitter!” Dahlia did her best to usher them away with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about them. Kids go sit in your booth, your pancakes will be out in a few minutes.” She gave them a pointed look as they did a retreat back to their booth. Her head shook as she took out her notepad to get the person’s order. “Didn’t realize I was raising little art representatives.”
@duskstart
open starter @duskstart location : hospital e.r.
Just when she thought she was getting close to the end of her shift, another page would ring through for another patient. The coffee she’d made moments ago wasn’t going to be finished and would be left to go cold… as usual. She tossed the cup into the trash and headed towards her next patient. As she walked into the E.R she saw a someone wondering in. “You look lost. Do you need some help?”
( @duskstart ! ) “ so i see you found staten island’s best kept secret : very cheap laundromats . i feel like we should almost start a membership . it does not get cheaper than this in this city . ”
Date: January 17th - Wolf Moon Location: Park
Nishith had a routine he followed at the night of the full moon. It was practically robotic up until when he felt the impulsive beast rake up his spine. It was unfortunate that the full moon was on the worst day it could possibly be. Monday. It wasn’t just a bad case of the Mondays either, with each new body that ended up on the metal table. The clock ticked prominently above the door, while he tried to calculate the day light left.
He slid the body he was working on into the freezer, and made his jog out of the medical examiner building. Nishith had to get to freedom before the transformation began. It was his unlucky day when the night cloaked over the park he had ran through. His knees buckled, and his paranoia was heightened in the moment. The movement caught his attention while he raked a hand through his hair.
“Trust me. You don’t want to be here.” The words barely crept from his lips with strong heaves of air awaiting the pain. His joints started to contort under the sanctuary of the moonlight, and his first scream would soon follow. This was just the beginning.
“ - Would you be interested in some DONUTS ? Three to be exact,” the female starts off to the first decently friendly face she noticed after leaving the bakery. “I just wanted to buy some ciabatta bread and apparently today is donut day.” And the cashier already put them inside the bag before Dylan had a chance to say no. “They’re yours if you want them.” / @duskstart
open starter @duskstart
location : the wolf’s eye (or u can make it so it’s any bar if your muse wouldn’t come here) <3
Black painted finger nails wrapped around the drink in front of her. She could never perfect the way that the city made drinks. All she drank back home was Cambodian beer… which never satiated her alcoholic needs; but she settled for it. Putting the extra dry martini to her lips, eyes looking around the bar she hadn’t stepped foot in years, realizing she felt so out of place.
It was like a pit that was stuck in her stomach, a constant feeling of nausea. Everything she had left behind, her son.. her then husband && the pack that allowed her to finally feel like she had sense of belonging. It was just a lot, the urge to flee again was still somewhat present.
Feeling someone approach her, she continued to face away. “No, I don’t need a refill and no I don’t really want to make small talk.” Head then slightly turning toward the other.
