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a  collection  of  introductory  posts  and  open  starters  affiliated  with  𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐌

[bcautyknxves]

Open Starter!

Location: Outside of the studio at Revolution Records

"And I told you the damn lyrics in that part of the song was fucked and I'm going to fix it whether you like it or not! It's total shit! I've gotta sing this shit! The song is about leaving bullshit behind not drowning yourself in life's sorrows! Grow the fuck up!" Roxie yelled at one of her bandmates as she stormed out of the recording studio, slamming the door behind her and knocking a nearby potted plant over out of anger with her foot and screaming out of frustration before leaning against the wall and sliding down it, sitting on the floor.

Roxie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of coke. She put a bit on the back of her hand and snorted it before closing the vial and putting it back in her pocket. She then looked up just in time to see someone else in the hallway looking at her.

"Oh look, Roxie Velour in the hallway snorting cocaine after yet another argument with the band Monarchs... Oh what a low she's fucking hit! Go on ahead and judge me, come on I know you want to. Everybody does. But you know what? Fuck everybody! And fuck that asshole in there who doesn't know what good fucking lyrics are!" She yelled as she got up and opened the door to the recording studio, briefly putting her middle finger up and yelling into the room before she slammed the door again, turning back to the person with her in the hallway.

"They're a bunch of fucking assholes." She said before she looked down at the potted plant she had knocked over.

"Sometimes... I feel like this plant. Knocked over... completely fucked. You ever feel that way?" She asked as she sat down on the floor of the hallway again, gazing at the plant and then at the other person with her in the hallway.

[silvertonqued]

*       ♡     ◞      open starter      ╱        @revolutionstart​ .

company  wide  events  had  its  downsides    —    forced  reunion  with  the  coworker  from  the  fifth  floor  who  always  leans  in  a  little  too  uncomfortably  close  when  he  speaks  to  you,  not  to  mention  having  to  hold  conversation  without  trailing  off  to  work  matters  with  people  you  barely  knew  outside  of  the  office.  but  it  equally  had  its  upsides,  namely  no  one  questioning  the  use  and  abuse  of  the  bottomless  mimosas  available  at  brunch.  hence  why  emre  found  himself  lifting  champagne  flute  to  his  lips,  emptying  what  must  have  been  his  third  if  not  fourth  glass.  he  considered  it  the  necessary  complement  to  the  task  he  had  assigned  himself,  namely  answering  the  pile  of  high  priority  work  emails  that  had  begun  to  stack  within  his  inbox.  after  all,  it  was  easy  to  give  into  his  workaholic  tendencies  if  it  gave  him  an  excuse  to  escape  the  aimless  small  talk.    “  oh,  you’ve  got  to  be  kidding  me,  ”    he  then  sighed  under  his  breath  at  the  sight  of  a  new  notification,  setting  down  the  empty  glass  as  brows  creased  into  their  characteristic  frown.

[joleighton]

open starter - @revolutionstart

clarissa had already felt terrible waking up this morning but cancelling her meeting would throw out further alarm bells. what she hadn't expected was to be met by a somewhat sarcastic congratulations comment, one that could only be referring to an untrue rumour that was going around the internet in the light of her tour cancellation. while rumours would be expected, the amount of people believing it and supporting their claims through criticising recent paparazzi photos of her had caught her by surprise. why couldn't people just think it? why on earth did they need to write it down and ask for other people's opinions on it? sitting on a sofa in the break-out room of revolution records with a cushion pressing against herself, the woman stared into space. clarissa probably should have explained and just not come in but then again, perhaps staying in her penthouse was making her more ill. "i don't really want to talk about it." despite her acting quite out of character, her unwillingness to share was still present.

[eliuiz]

open starter ! @revolutionstart .

admitting , at least to himself , to the terrible habit of losing items is not something rune is prepared to do , but the display of such a trait is something he is incapable of hiding . a book , shabby in appearance , had escaped from his possession ( likely placed somewhere for safe keeping and since forgotten about ) , which would be dismissed as a loss if it was not for the contents . poetry , lyrics , ideas , thoughts claimed pages , important for upcoming recording sessions and intended to be kept away from prying eyes . searching through any possible place the item could be found had failed to prove successful , reducing the male to ask for assistance . 〝 i'm sorry , but ... have you seen a notebook around here ? 〞 gaze did not meet the others , preoccupied with scanning the room for potential hiding spots , 〝 um , it's okay if you haven't . 〞

[goldhymn]

╰ * open starter ┊ @revolutionstart .

it  should  have  been  a  weekend  like  any  other.  should  have  being the  key,  here  —  but  when  silas  had  awoken  this  morning  to  a  very  demanding  feline  perched  on  his  chest,  noisily  demanding  breakfast  yet  disinterestedly  sniffing  at  what  was  later  placed  in  front  of  her,  he  knew  he  had  to  stop  by  the  pet  supply  store.  it  was  time  to  buy  treasure  that  one  brand,  again;  the  one  she  heavily  favours  for  a  few  days  and  then  won’t  deign  to  touch  anymore until months  down  the  line.

and  so,  dressed  in  a  baggy  sweater  with  hair  tousled  and  the  sleep  only  half-rubbed  out  of  his  eyes,  silas realises shopping  is  to be his  first  point  of  order,  this  morning.

he’s  hovering  near  the  shelves  by  the  storefront  when  something  catches  his  attention:  a  familiar  face  on  the  street  outside,  looking  over  just  in  time  for  his  eyes  to  meet  theirs  across  the  glass.  wordlessly,  he  raises  a  hand,  offering  a  small,  clumsy  wave  and  a  polite  smile  that  errs  on  the  side  of  a  grimace.  silas  has  an  image  he  likes  to  project  at  work,  and  looking  dishevelled  while  fussing  over  whether  to  buy  cans  of  tuna  whitemeat  with  or  without  chicken  for his cat was  a  far  cry  from  it.

[desirixnoir]

✧ ･: ༶ » 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 💬 @revolutionstart 📍 some fancy rooftop bar

As he gazes out of the floor-to-ceiling glass panes, admiring the breathtaking view of the city from the luxurious lounge, Phoenix brings the highball glass to his lips for a few sips of his Shirley Temple. He didn’t think he would ever be sitting here, winding down after a hectic week at a fancy spot like this, if not for his companion of the evening. New York was after all a very foreign land for the young stylist. 

“How do you actually stop thinking about work?” Phoenix asks with a hint of amusement in his voice. “I mean I would suggest for someone to come knock me out but I’m afraid I might dream of it even in my sleep.” The young man playfully scoffs in disbelief, shakes his head and then waves his hand in dismissal. “Eugh. Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. So what’s coming up next?” He leans in all too eagerly with a slight quirk of his lips.

[slide-s]

despite  the  godawful  headache  splitting  jonnie’s  brain  apart  at  the  moment  ,  he  was  chill  …  cool  as  a  fucking  cucumber  …  or  as  cool  as  a  cucumber  as  you  could  be  after  not  getting  a  wink  of  sleep  in  over  24  hours  ,  but  really  who  was  counting  ?  surely  not  him  ,  especially  not  after  having  finished  a  horrendous  recording  session  where  he  couldn’t  get  a  single  thing  right  even  after  the  hundreds  of  times  he  tried  .  

he  needed  a  break  ,  stat  …  quicker  than  stat  actually  .  so  with  a  huff  ,  he  drops  the  tattered  up  drumsticks  onto  his  seat  ,  buttons  up  his  shirt  (  he’s  respectable  ,  okay  ?  )  ,  and  shuts  off  the  studio  light  before  trudging  his  way  down  to  the  main  entrance  of  revolution  .  there’s  really  no  destination  he  has  in  mind  as  he  leans  his  back  against  the  wall  to  light  the  joint  he  had  chilling  behind  his  ear  .  with  a  puff  of  smoke  filtering  out  of  his  mouth  jonnie  turns  his  head  lazily  to  the  person  he  finally  noticed  standing  next  to  him  ,  “  what’s  got  you  out  so  late  ?  ”

open — @revolutionstart .

[loovesicks]

*       ♡     ◞      open starter      ╱        @revolutionstart​ .

chocolate hues were fixated upon the pages of the novel that laid spread across her lap, all while legs dangled over the arm rest of the comfortable chair she occupied within the break room on the fourth floor. the sound of footsteps across wooden floors announced the appearance of company, but her first response was to raise her index finger in their direction   —   finger hovering in mid air in attempt to stall their business.   “ shhh, ”   she even added, the moment she could hear the first tones escaping their lips,   “ you’re interrupting the best part. ”   free hand continued tracing the sentences on the page with the pad of her finger, as eyes shot back and forth across the pages, ending with a deep sigh as she finished the page.   “ you pierce my soul, ”   she began quoting from the pages of the novel persuasion, voice dripping in dreamy tone,   “ i am half agony, half hope. i have loved none but you. ”   the finished quote finally marked the moment rory tilted her head backwards, gazing over upon the figure standing beside her.   “ don’t you agree there’s just something indescribably sexy about fictional men written by women? yes please, write me love letters, devote your entire life to me. i’ll be gentle with your heart. ”   despite the quite obvious hint of exaggerated sarcasm in her tone, none of those words were far from the honest truth.

[2grunge]

belongings  scatter  on  counter  she  finds  at  entrance  ,  faint  huff  passing  own  glossed  petals  ,  unaware  of  other’s  presence  in  dimly  lit  practice  room  .  hues  will  widen  at  mere  sight  ,  hands  raising  in  surrender  instinctively  so  ,  though  quick  motion  softens  in  recognition  of  familiar  features  .  ‘  sorry  for  interrupting  ,  i  didn’t  think  anyone  else  would  be  here  this  late  .  ’  in  midst  of  approaching  ,  roll  of  shoulders  will  still  frame  ,  now  few  steps  closer  to  newly  acquired  companion  .  ‘ see  ,  i’ve  been  struggling  with  this  one  song  all  day  and  it  just  —  care  to  give  me  a  hand  ?  if  you  aren’t  too  busy  ,  that  is  .  i won’t  keep  you  long  ,  i  promise  .  ’  /  @revolutionstart​

[revolutionstart]

pls  click  the  source link  for  ur  discord  invite !