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𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮

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Jack.

                CHAOS WAS BEGINNING to break loose even before the news of what had happened had fully well made it to everyone’s ears – this was merely a ripple effect. two or three people had caught a glimpse of the horror that had ruined the party and it was enough to make everyone frantic and scared. people were running around like chicken with their heads cut off… and jack didn’t even want to try and keep everything under control – that why they had ayanna. now, he needed to get his head clear ; he needed to get out of there, because as his hands began to tremble with anger, he knew being around so many ridiculously upset people ( people who were upset that didn’t even k n o w aiden, for fuck’s sake ) wasn’t going to calm him down. skipping through the unsettled crowd, jack was making his way out until his eyes fell on a familiar posture, sitting on the ground. “ fucking hell. “, he mumbled under his breath – who on fucking earth invited h e r ? he didn’t want maya in éclatant. he didn’t even want her near it. it wasn’t safe – and tonight only proved he was right. walking over towards her, he bowed down to carefully grab her, lifting her up from the ground ( bridal style ) and getting her out before someone would step on her in their haste to get out. “ are you okay ? what are you d o i n g here ? where is aydin ? “.

Maya grasped at the leg of a chair with her left hand trying to push her body weight up without putting too much pressure on her foot, as pain shoot up her leg at even the slightest contact. In her singular efforts to get out of the way of everyone pushing to the door she didn’t notice Jack until he was kneeling down right in front of her. Before she could say anything he’d had her up off the ground and outside in no time. She held her bleeding hand against her chest, her eyes darting around watching everyone moving around them. It was complete and utter madness, and someone was...dead. Looking back at him she began to ask him if he was okay as soon as he did. “I’m fine, I think my ankle’s hurt but it’s fine. The invite it...it doesn’t really matter. Aydin’s over at a friends, he’s safe.” She reassured, looking at her hand, the sight of all the glass was too much and she finally just tried to rip one of the bigger shards of glass out, sucking in a sharp breath as she did. “You can put me down now...actually can you just take me to my car? I should go...I should-” She lost her train of thought again feeling distorted as the police cars pulled in sirens blazing. “Are you okay?” She asked finally looking back to him.

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Roger.

   his dress jacket has been discarded, suspenders popped and fallen at his sides, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his face make up has been recklessly swiped away and smudged with sweaty palms. roger bardet is not okay. death is normal. his people are put on the line constantly, ready to lose it all for the sake of the family, but never — never — has a life been so carelessly taken. and from right under his goddamn nose. he’s keeping it together, but barely. anyone close enough to the man could see behind the curtain, how blank his stare has become and how his hands shake if he’s not got them firmly planted onto something stable. he’s aware of someone closing in from behind, catches their eye with a sideways glance before he shakes his head. “ you should be inside the club. there’s still an investigation going on. ” @eclatantstart·

Zoya was nothing if not slippery, it hadn’t taken her long to weave herself in an out of the crowd. The woman had not known Aiden Bardet all that well, he was just one of those whose path never happened to cross with her own, and as little regard for life as she had she was unmoved by the murder. She knew however that would not be the case for her bosses. He had been a Bardet after all. She’d given Roger some breathing room for a bit before she approached him. “I’m sure I’ll be missed.” She said though her words lacked her usual flair, all business for the time being. “The cops are all over the body and crowd control. You want me to see if I can lift a copy of the surveillance footage before they get to it?” Her real question being should she scour the footage for the person who’d undoubtedly bought himself a spot on the top of their hit list.

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Charlie.

There were already people asking questions, sticking their nose where it didn’t belong. Charlie had no patience for their bullshit. If they were left alone they could solve this themselves or with the few police that could be ‘trusted’ to help them. Even they’d get in the way. Stepping past someone with a notepad in their hands he didn’t even try to be gentle when he shoved them aside. Everyone wanted a fucking story, no matter how little they actually knew about the Bardet family there was always whispers. A death there? That was big news for vultutres with nothing better to do. “I don’t have fuckin’ time for this shit. Next one of you to talk to me is getting your teeth knocked in.” @eclatantstart·

“No use in kicking the puppies Charlie.” She said as she came up beside him just as she witnessed him small fit of anger toward the journalists milling about. “It’s the leggy blonde you want to talk to over there. She’ll have all the right answers for you.” Zoya said to with a smile that was clearly ingenuous. Taking the older mans arms she stirred him in the direction of the bar. “I think you and I both can use an ounce to take the edge off.” She said, reaching over the bar for the first bottle of whiskey she could reach sitting abandoned behind the counter. She poured them both an inch, then topped off just a bit more for good measure. “It pains me how sloppy this was.” She mused out loud with a sigh before catching his gaze. “You doing alright?” She asked, a question as such a rare one leaving her lips but this man was the closest thing she’d known to a father, and she knew he’s worked with the guy.

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hey guys sorry i wasn’t as active as i’d like to have been for the event, but i’m excited to do post-carnage stuff. I was thinking of dropping most of the threads i have before the plot drop so everything’s a little more relevant to current events. I’d be happy to continue anything people do want to keep though just let me know. And would love some new plots for all of my characters so just hmu!

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Sophia.

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sophia was still with her husband when the real murder happened.  it was the one relief she had while the rest of her panicked for everyone else she knew and loved that were there.  but owen was okay and he was right next to her.  “i… have to find roger.  and ayanna.”  one of her hands gripped his while she pulled out her phone and made a quick phone call to her sitter with the other.  eyes scanning everywhere as she hung up, sophia was good at hiding the panic in her face when she was really dying inside.  

The sound of the gunshots were as familiar to his as the sound of his own voice, even over the noise of chatter and music it was a sound that reverberated off the very walls. All his earlier ease was gone, drink and hat he’d been carrying around forgotten, his whole body was ridged as he looked around trying make sense of the chaos, to see where he was needed. While part of him wanted to go in every which direction he remained at Sophia’s side his concern for her well-being keeping the solider at bay. “I need to get you to safety first, I can come back to look for them.” He said keeping a vice grip on her as if she might get swept away by the rushing crowd.

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Jack.

In the midst of the chaos that broke out Maya stood still, the laughter she’d been sharing with another attendee slowly dying on her face as everyone frantically move around her as she tried to process just what had happened. Finally jostled by the rush of people all heading in one direction she began to move as well. Though clarity slowly came through the panic and she looked around looking for the face she’d been dodging since she spotted him briefly earlier that evening. Moving against the crowd from what she only assumed was safety, a particularly hard shove caused her to lose her footing catching on what she had no clue of and before she could get her holdings she’d falling hands taking the impact of her fall, a sharp stinging burn on her right palm alerting her to the broken glass. She made to get up but the pain that shot up her leg at the attempt made her help out loud before she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Distort she glanced around for something to grab a hold of to help her up.

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Sophia.

sophia was with her husband on this.  she was exactly thrilled about dressing up.  but, she loved ayanna and being on the competitive side, she did want to try and figure out who the “killer” was.  as owen’s arm move around her waist, she grabbed the glass from his hand and took a sip before handing it back.  “what if we make the game more interesting?”  tilting her head slightly, sophia’s lips curled as she looked up her husband.  “whoever figures out who the killer is first gets…. whatever they want later.  in bed.”  with a raise of both eyebrows, she took the glass again, sipping his drink as she waited to see if he would take the bait.

Owen really had no interest in the game, and no real investment in finding out who was the killer within this set of characters. He was only there because of his wife, and because he could appreciate the effort that went into this whole thing. Beyond that he was trying to not rain on anyone else's enthusiasm thus why he had restricted himself to the bar for the most part. At her proposition, a light grin with that slight hint of a dimple on left cheek made an appearance. “I might as well concede and let you win now. And we can get to bed a little sooner rather than later, that’d be a win win I’d say.”

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Margot.

now if margot wasn’t right next to the woman she probably wouldn’t have heard her. though in passing she heard the words just about a whisper. it causes her to turn her head and answer. she doesn’t really recognize her. though her work certainly keeps her busy most times. “ so it is… “ is the only responds she gives at first. margot fully stops and leans on her cane facing her. “ are you enjoying yourself ?? “ frankly she doesn’t know who she’s asking it as. whether as margot or zetta zarbo the question still stands. 

Maya turned to look at the woman, a bit abashed knowing someone had heard her after all. Though she smiled at the other nonetheless. Glancing around the space once more at her question before she turned in her direction to reply. She was immaculate and for a moment Maya could only admire, not only her appearance but also the confidence she exuded. “It’s a wonderfully planned event, things seem to be going off without a hitch,” She began, and this was definitely Maya the event planner speaking and not Haddie the waitress, she honestly kept forgetting she was supposed to be acting as someone else. “And while I’m enjoying the experience, I barely know anyone in town just yet. I only moved out here a few weeks ago and have been fairly busy settling in.

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Aleksy.

The first thing he done upon arrival was make a b-line for the fucking bar. Being as large as he was, Aleksy just elbowed his way through the assholes already there. Few protested and as soon as the bartender got an eyefull of the Russian with a face like absolute thunder, he was quick to serve him.  “Vodka on the rocks.” he bit out. It took less than 5 seconds for the drink to be shoved in front of him. Aleksy had counted. It took 4.  Aleksy fisted the glass and strode away from the bar, like some sort of man possessed, he found he couldn’t be near to anyone that was taking this bullshit seriously. He found a pillar close to the entrance and braced his hulking form against it. He was tempted to chug the Vodka and was cross at himself that he didn’t get two. Instead he sipped at the stuff and it reminded him of home. He licked his lower lip, tongue lingering in the right hand corner or a brief moment, where the taste was strongest. Aleksy closed his eyes and shook his head and was overcome…. ….By how fucking dumb it was that his bullshit new persona rhymed like it was going out of fashion. He was playing second fiddle to Richie, who had wrote him out enough one liners and tiny poems to make Tolstoy roll his fucking eyes. Aleksy hated her in that moment and to compensate, he took another drink of Vodka. In that moment, when he lowered the glass, he felt a presence by his left elbow. Before the person could even open their mouth he replies, deadpan an in a thick accent “…Fuck off.”

Zoya was living. It should come as no surprise to no one who actually knew what the woman was like that she was a natural. Her line of work had her pretending to be all sorts of women, Janine Focus would just have to settle on being one of the many. Camera in hand and a stack of polaroids already collecting in her tiny purse she was on the hunt for her next target. Seeing the Russian slinking off to a corner brought a playful smile to her lips as she went after not two seconds later.

Holding up the camera she got the perfect shot of his deep scowled, her own features breaking out into an amused grin. “Ya know, it wouldn’t hurt ya to give a little smile Mr. Grundy.” She began peering at the glass he held in hand shaking her head. “On the other hand, If I were drinking that stuff I wouldn’t wanna smile either.” Janine was definitely a cosmo kinda girl.

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Sofia.

Taking a swig of drink Owen glanced around the room, the club was transformed and as impressive as it was he felt a little out of place. He kept giving blank looks to those that came up to him talking what sounded like nonsense to him before he realized they were ‘in character’. He was making some effort on his part as to not spoil the mood, but whoever thought to give him what he guessed was one of the more interesting characters had to have a wicked sense of humor. However, seeing Sofia definitely put him a bit more at ease and he went over sliding a hand around her waist. “Who do you think I have to bribe to be announced dead this next round?” He asked, leaning in close so she could better hear over the noise around them.

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“So this is club Eclatant...” Maya spoke out loud though barely just a whisper as she was speaking to no one in particular. Of course the woman had heard about the club not long after arriving into town but the opportunity to visit hadn’t arisen, nor was she the type to seek it out. Especially when finding a suitable babysitter was such a process. However the invitation had been intriguing, and also a reminder to how long it had been since she’d been to a party or done anything but work and spend time with Aydin. So she’d made the effort gone down to the costume shop and found her current ensemble. Sexy waitress hadn’t been a go, she was too self conscious of her body post pregnancy for that, not to mention she never shown even a hit of skin before her divorce when she was still pretending to be more pious than she’d ever been. So it still didn’t come easy. Sipping on a flute of champagne and glancing around for a familiar face, though perhaps not the one that was too familiar. At least that’s what she was telling herself.

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𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑎 𝐴𝑧𝘩𝑎𝑟  𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦  𝑎𝑠  𝐻𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑥,  𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠.

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𝑂𝑤𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡  𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦  𝑎𝑠  𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒 𝑂’ 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛,  𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠.

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𝑍𝑜𝑦𝑎 𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑡  𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦  𝑎𝑠  𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠  𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝘩𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝘩𝑒𝑟.

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Ms. Bennet, your character is Janine Focus, known photographer.

A blurb: Sure, a reporter always has the scoop but it’s what is caught through the eyes of a lens that matters and Janine will make sure people know of her talent and will not be crossed. Over. Her. Dead. Body.

Mr. Scott, your character is Beanie O’ Dannon, crime boss from Chicago.

A blurb: Beanie O’Dannon is the ruthless leader of the Northern Chicago Mob Outfit. His organization is known for bootlegging, running protection rackets, and illegal gaming. He is the formidable enemy of Hal Sapone. However, the two outfits have recently agreed to work together in their criminal endeavors. Everyone says this truce won’t last and someone will pull first blood. The only questions are when and who.

Ms. Azhar, your character is Haddie Drinx, waitress.

A blurb: The emotional Haddie Drinx is a long-time waitress at The club and best friend of Mona Crawfish. Haddie dreams of becoming a night club singer and is envious of all the lounge singers. Enough to do anything to get to the top.