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NYCisFALLING starters and intro posts

[princessxtasia]

anastasia was walking out of the alley that housed the back door to club, hoping that no one would see her come out of it. she wasn’t exactly proud of her third job. she stopped when someone stepped in front of her, keeping her from going home. “please let me pass. i just want to go home,” she said softly. 

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[trish-thephoenixrp]

Mina walked briskly her heels clicking on the concrete as she moved. She had worked late yet again and now it was nearing midnight. It was easy to get paranoid in her linework and even easier when walking home alone. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed. Mina increased her pace a bit, before making a sharp turn and facing the pedestrian behind her. 

“Are you following me.” She didn’t mince words, looking the stranger head-on. 

[helldare]

         there was this big pause —- a breath exhales watching as it freezes in the cold new york city air. the man’s watching ( ever so carefully ) over the balcony of the bustling nightclub, eyes trained on he street. voice clears as he spots someone break a rather expensive bottle by backing into it out of the corner of his eye.              “ hey what the fuck. ” come out, a low cannibalistic growl —- “ that ain’t yours is it ? so you gonna go tell the staff so you can pay for it ? ”

[moongirlxartemis]

artemis huffed dramatically as she plopped down in a seat at the coffee shop. she wanted something stronger but if she did that, she’d probably go back to the garage and give the dude a piece of her mind. so she settled for caffeine, all while grumbling under her breath angrily.

[romvnix]

        Lorenzo usually swept in like an unseen tsunami, Italian leather shoes sounding against grey-brown linoleum on their way to join the rest of the cesspool in front of him in ordering a drink at his very own  K o b r a  N i g h t c l u b . His entourage carrying themselves across the foyer to an unmarked table as they waited for him to join them— nothing out of the ordinary for a typical Saturday night.

Enzo Blackshaw enjoyed making an entrance. It was usually on-brand for him to make his presence known. Dazzling suits tailored to his every dip and curve of his muscular torso; icy hues so sharp one could cut themselves merely looking at him, and always paired with the alluring scent of Guilty by Gucci. Daring, mildly audacious, and absolutely dramatic, he enjoyed being looked at.

After chatting with the usual patrons he often rubbed elbows with on their way in, he promptly excused himself to the bar, a desperate need for something that wasn’t entirely thought-numbing as the mindless chit-chat of the Real Housewives of New York. He’d often busy himself here during the weekends, always hitting their quota before last call. Business was good.

“You waitin’ for an invitation? Sit the fuck down.”  

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[dorianromano-deactivated2025021]

Last Call || Dorian & OPEN

Another day, another shift, another paycheck that was a pathetic fraction of the amount of money his employer had made thanks to Dorian’s hard work. Had he made a mistake leaving his family behind and trading the power and money for this escape from obligation? Now wasn’t the time to consider such thoughts though. Now he had to focus on the costumer sitting at the end of the bar with no visible signs of being ready to leave.

“Excuse me,” Dorian called to the stranger as he finished wiping down the bar for closing. “Last call was an hour ago, I’ve got places to be so it’s time you moved along too.” He hoped this customer wouldn’t give him any trouble, he wasn’t in the mood to throw someone out forcefully.