CREATIVE CHAOS

golden syndicate. thirty-six. debt collector.

[sphinxmemesmusings]

My Character Must Confess in 3s

Blab: Three secrets they’re keeping.

Mwah: Three people they’d like to kiss.

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

Pastime: Three hobbies they have.

Doing: Three habits that they have.

Psst: Three things that they’ve always wanted to tell your character.

Shh: Three things they wouldn’t want their parents to know.

Dream: Three wishes they have.

Want: Three things they would do to your character if they were alone.

[alexandrawhitlock]

LOCATION: THE POOL HOUSE

Alexandra’s eyes squinted open as her eyes glanced around to the people around her, noting  the fact they were all inside of this building and the water flooding the house in an extreme rate. All she knew was despite the disagreements most of them in this room probably had and the divide they held outside these walls… They all had to work together to get out of here if they wanted to live. “Everyone okay?” She called out. 

[marcoambrxse]

Heavy breaths, that was the first and only thing he could hear when his eyes blinked open. It took him a second to remember what was going on - moving into the pool house, spotting a few familiar faces around, awaiting the show everyone seemed so eager to view then -- boom, glass shattering and nothing. It took him another second to realize it was his own breaths he was hearing, loud and clear, as if his ears had decided to turn off everything else going on around him; although it didn’t last very long. The sounds returned, overwhelming him almost if it weren’t for pure instinct taking over as he forced himself up. His eyes falling quickly onto the water that was spewing out which was already showing its ability to fill up the space around them. Next his gaze kept jumping around looking for the exit. “Fuck...fuck!” He muttered under his breath, about to find his way towards but Alex’s voice caught his attention and he was moving towards it before he could even process it. “You alright? You good to move?” He examined her, checking to see any obvious wounds on her. Whether he had any of his own, he truly wasn’t aware of it. His mind was currently preoccupied by the need to get out there and the adrenaline flowing surely would’ve made him push through a lot. While she was the enemy, something he never forgot about, in this moment he didn’t see her as anything else but someone stuck in a room that seemed to be ready to test them all on how well they could hold their breaths. 

[a-iherrera-deactivated20210521]

@marcoambrxse​

Amara settled at the bar while she waited for her drink to be made. Unfortunately for her, the flask she’d brought had only served her right for half of the night. Dark hues flicked across the expanse of the floor until they fell upon a certain male. One that she’d found herself beneath for one faithful night before their affiliations came to light. It was unfortunate given how skilled he had been with his mouth occupied, and how fucking annoyed he was without her thighs around his neck. “Babe,” the brunette captured the bartenders attention before she pointed towards Marco who had now settled in hearing distance. “Put my drinks on my husband’s tab, please.” A little white lie never hurt anyone.

[marcoambrxse]

She had definitely caught his attention, before her little lie was falling from her mouth too. Amara wasn’t someone who went unnoticed, unfortunately for him since it would have been preferred but it seemed he always had the worst luck when it came to pretty faces. “Ah, ah.” Coming up beside her as the bartender set her drink down in front of her, he took the glass with one hand while his other arm wrapped around her waist, hand settling on her hip as he pulled her closer to himself. “Maybe it’s time I take you back home. You know you’re not supposed to be drinking.” He turned towards the bartender pretending to mouth she’s pregnant although it came out more like a terrible attempt at a whisper. The guy only seemed to awkwardly take another look at the two of them before dismissing himself. Marco turned back to look at her with a small smile on his lips, bringing the glass up and taking a sip.

[harrison-vance-deactivated20210]

Emma had been a little on edge since the fallout of what happened with Aidan and while she was worried about thing’s kicking off anywhere she went she still wanted to go out and have a good time tonight. Being around Marco was a good way to have her spirits lifted since he always had a way of flattering her when she didn’t realize she needed it the most. In the end she was glad that he had agreed to go with her.  He was someone she enjoyed spending time with and he was also safe to be around. “ Have I told you how handsome you look tonight?” 

@marcoambrxse​

[marcoambrxse]

“Ima need to hear it a couple more times.” He said jokingly, eyeing the people around them before once again giving her his full attention. There would always be tension in these situations, with such a big gathering and it was safe to say with the events that gone on recently, some were a little more on edge than others. “Was only right when I’ve got you lookin’ all beautiful on my arm.” He only hoped he didn’t absolutely drop the ball on on being good company for the night considering how many people he already saw that he would enjoy to take a swing at. If he went home without doing so, he’d be surprised with himself. 

[marcoambrxse]

charlottearslan​:

@crimesoflasvegasstarters​

“So, are we here to drink our troubles away or are we here to celebrate the party?” Charlotte questioned as she leaned across the bar when the newest patron sat down just a few stools away. The night was only starting, and her stare had been noting the many unfamiliar faces that attended as guests for the event. But so far, not many had caught her attention. Which was leading her to believe that as the evening grew later, more would surely show. 

“What are you drinking?” 

“Neither.” He shook his head, rolling the glass on its edge. Maybe it wasn’t entirely true but for the most part, the reasons to why he was there weren’t listed but he only gave her the one that felt obvious enough. “A beautiful woman wanted some company and who am I to deny her a good night.” He glanced over his shoulder in the direction he had seen Emma last, having told her to find him there once she was done mingling since he hadn’t caught sight of anyone that he cared enough about to give his attention to just yet. “Try it out for yourself.” He slid the glass down towards her way. “S’long as you’re not a lightweight, you should be fine.” Though the burning sensation wouldn’t be so pleasant but he was already expecting her to slide it back to him without so much as a sip. 

[jeremyevans]

open starter | sinfully classic event | @crimesoflasvegasstarters​

Jeremy stood against one of the vacant walls as his eyes danced around the crowd, flitting from one face to the next. The venue was expertly decorated and fit the theme completely everything down to the coupe glass tower seemed authentic. “What do you think the odds are that entire thing would topple over if I grabbed a glass from the bottom?” he inquired with an amused tone before turning his attention to the person next to him.

[marcoambrxse]

“What are the odds of it toppling over if I shove your ass into it?” He questioned in return, looking over at Jeremy as he cracked a smile. Wouldn’t have been such a funny thing for everyone else but it would’ve been for him and that was what really counted, wasn’t it? “How much longer do you think we gotta be playin’ nice ‘round here ‘cause ima need to drink the whole tower pretty damn soon here.”

[ophelia-clarke]

order up! @marcoambrxse​

With a cocktail in hand, the raven haired hacker was finally ready to wander around the room. She weaved her way through the crowd cautiously, nodding or smiling at a few people she recognized as she moved. As she reached the edge of the space, she noticed Marco. Rolling her eyes she made a beeline for him. He looked annoyingly handsome and put together, not that she’d ever let him know that. “Geeze….look what the cat dragged in.” She tutted, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

[marcoambrxse]

“Definitely dragged, kickin’ and screamin’ too.” His tone evidence of the lack of enthusiasm that he had for the whole thing. The things he could say made the whole thing tolerable he could count on one hand. He was long past complaining about it though, figuring out how to make the most of it which typically included a lot of drinks. “And you?” With a quick glance over, he gave a small nod like he was approving of her look for the night, not that she needed it. “You look nice, for once.” It was like he was acting to get a little smack to the face at this point but he was only messing around. “Come alone?” 

[a-adapolct]

@marcoambrxse​

Remi couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled past her lips when she stepped outside to find the likes of Marco Ambrose there. “You needed some fresh air, as well?” She questioned aloud to make her presence known. He’d probably think she followed him outside, but she was more than content letting him think as he pleased. A manicured hand rose the glass of rose to her lips before setting it down upon the nearest flat surface. “I didn’t think I’d be able to picture you in a suit but seems like you’ve managed to surprise me.” She spoke softly as her gaze ran down the expanse of his form. “A pleasant surprise at that.”

[marcoambrxse]

“More like a break from playin’ nice.” He muttered glancing over at her, doing a double-take when he had. His whole body turned to face her afterwards, her beauty never went unnoticed but damn did it seem that all these women were going in for the kill tonight. Dropping the cigarette down, crushing it under his foot he shoved his hands away into his pockets. Idle hands only left him wanting to reach up to his tie and loosen it up, feeling suffocated by the whole attire already. For what reason exactly couldn’t be pinpointed and even if it could he’d surely be doing his best to not give it any attention. “Thank Emma when you see her then.” Without her he wouldn’t have been dressed nearly as decent as he was now standing before her. "Can’t say the same for myself, ‘least not when it comes to how you look tonight.” It went without saying. Even when she was looking to pester him, Remi was always the kind of woman that drew the attention of others without much effort on her part. “Though who you showed up with is a different story.”

[shimmeringjinx]

[alexandrawhitlock]

special delivery - @marcoambrxse​

Alexandra sat at the bar, waiting for her drink when she felt a figure come stand next to her. Her head turned when she noticed who it was, a slight smirk came along her features as she moved forward slightly, leaning her elbows down against the surface of the bar. She put her chin down against her  hands, turning her head to look over at him with a smirk coming along her lips. “Mickey,” two could play that game.

[marcoambrxse]

He noticed her before he moved into the empty space beside her and while he thought to move down to put space between the two, he had already accepted that tonight would be a night where he couldn’t escape the beautiful women that made him want to bang his head agains the wall more often than not. With her drink coming around just as she addressed him by the wrong name, he ordered his own drink, watching as the bartender moved away to make it.  Only then did he turn to look at her, his eyes drifting down to her dress before moving back up to meet her gaze. “Andrea.” Glancing over when his drink was placed in front of him, he thanked the male before giving her his attention once again. “Your date already move on for the night?” Assuming she showed up with one anyway.

[abigailprice]

with @marcoambrxse

   “Marco,” greeted Abigail, donning her signature cat-eye (if not sharper for the event!) and her golden sheath dress, she effortlessly strutted in approaching the handsome male. “–looking sharp tonight. Now how about a dance?” She had opted to make the first move, not really believing in most of the fairytale bull that people spouted about waiting for a guy to make his move. No, Abigail Price was the type to do things on her own accord. Besides, she still held some guilt in some tiny part of her.

   “And yes, I know you have a date and all, but I’m sure Emma won’t mind if I steal you for a bit…?” Arching a haughty, expectant brow his way, the brunette was sure her blonde model friend wouldn’t mind, and it would only be ever up to Marco if he wanted to. “Don’t tell me you’d make a pretty girl beg?”   

[marcoambrxse]

Fuck. The word echoed so loudly in his own mind he almost had to question whether he said it out loud by accident or not all due to Abigail making her way over to him. Knocking back the rest of his drink he set it aside just as she greeted him. “Price.” Giving her his full attention he resisted the urge to allow his gaze to travel anywhere besides those blue eyes. “A dance?” He repeated, sounded almost confused by the request. Walking into this whole thing, the fact that Emma had been able to get him into the suit alone was a miracle, he had no intentions to dance before the night was over. By him giving it any sort of thought meant he might be surprising even himself. 

“I’m sure she’s got someone keeping her company.” Which he would soon return to doing so himself but he had rounds to make. He was already there, may as well make the whole night worth it in some way. “I would.” He answered without hesitation. “I’d enjoy making you beg.” Probably more than he should but he wasn’t going to make her do so, not here anyway. Reluctantly he raised a hand up, holding it out for her to take. 

[marcoambrxse]

[vivienvalentino]

I absolutely hated working with you, Peril. Your a terrible spy, Cowboy.

[marcoambrxse]

@demir-tekin

[marcoambrxse]

SINFULLY CLASSIC

attending with @miss-emma-ohara

[televisionsgif]

[marcoambrxse]

@abigailprice

[marcoambrxse]

abigailprice​:

✦

   Anyone who knew her would know that Abigail’s life was pretty much tied to her phone, hence her offer to surrender it to him, in a gesture of trust and good faith. And while he didn’t take her up on it, he did agree to hearing her out anyway, which would no doubt lessen the guilt in her. ❝Alright then.❞

   Squeezing past him in the hallway, the brunette headed for the bar, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was following after her. Approaching the bar, she was quick to place a drink order for them. ❝Whatever he wants, a cosmopolitan, and two of the strongest shots you have.❞She figured that if she was going to spill as planned, then she needed some proper liquid courage to back her up.

   In no time, the shots were served up first. Glancing to Marco, she said, ❝I don’t do this often, so…❞ Throwing back both shots, Abi forced them down in succession, wincing as they went down. After placing the shot glasses back onto the counter, she promptly gathered her bearings to face him. ❝Right. Look, I didn’t leave because of what happened. I left because I had a job. I got my orders back for New York, and my flight was at 1pm.❞ A sharp inhale sounded from her, as she carried on. ❝Now was I hiding from you when I got back? A little bit, yeah, but that was because I felt bad for not messaging you after I left. I felt guilty, and thought maybe you think I’m a bitch for ghosting you. I mean, I did act that way, but you didn’t deserve that, especially considering I came on to you that night.❞

⬇

Moving to the side he let her past him, taking a few seconds before he eventually followed her out towards the bar. He waited while she hit the bartender with an order, giving him a quick nod in acknowledgement as he sat himself down. “Whiskey on the rocks.” Once again, he waited for her to begin her little explanation. The the solemn look on his face, it probably seemed more dire than the whole thing truly was. Though watching the way she took down both shots, maybe there was more than he realized rolling his way. While she faced him, his eyes were down glued to his drink after it was placed down in front of him. Both hands on the glass was he rolled it around on its edge as he listened to her.

By the end of it, his lips pulled up forming a small smile, giving a single shake of his head. “You wouldn’t be the first chick to disappear on me.” The sentence carried a much deeper meaning than she’d realize and while there was nothing amusing about that, he had long learned how to play such things off. Turning his head to look at her, he let a few seconds of silence fill the air as he chose his next words. Did he continue the little guilt trip she seemed to be on or did he throw it aside and call it a day? “I probably did.” Some girl he left alone before sunrise was probably cheering her on. He sure as hell wasn’t a saint. “You know I didn’t wait by the phone waiting to see if you were gonna give me the time of day.” He wouldn’t have minded it but he knew what the exchange was from the moment she came around him that night. “What I wanna know is,” taking a sip of his drink, setting down as he turned his body to face her now. “If you hadn’t had a flight to catch, would you still have made the same shitty move?” 

[alexandrawhitlock]

special delivery - @marcoambrxse​

Alexandra walked out of the Red Room, her eyes landing on a familiar back of head from across the street. She adjusted the bottom of her shirt as she walked towards him as he got into the taxi. She took a hold of the top of the door and let a smirk come along her lips, bending down slightly. “Sorry, I’m in such a rush so if you don’t mind pickin’ me up too…” She slipped into the taxi, placing herself right on Marco’s lap, sliding her arm around his neck and placing her fingers delicately against his shoulder. “Well… Fancy meeting you here, Ambrose.”

[marcoambrxse]

His arms instinctively came up, a hand resting on her leg as he looked at her. The quickness of it all had him taking a second to realize what had even gone on but once his mind settled there was a moment that he thought of opening the door and tossing her out. It would’ve gave him a good laugh, one he could’ve shared the second he got to tell the story of it but the car was already moving before he could reach for the handle. Instead he pushed her off his lap and onto the empty space beside him. Even if his actions were less than friendly, he gathered she wouldn’t mind it. She tended to not like being handled with care. “Don’t gotta be shy ‘bout it Alice, just say you were followin’ me.” He looked over at the driver. “Drop me first.”