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𝒌𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 “𝒌𝒐𝒓𝒊” 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒌 — twenty8, stallions power forward.
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: open | @championstarters
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: vendor row
❛ i don't know what you were so worried about — this is great. ❜ sylvie said around a bite. ❛ seriously, the little kick at the end? fuck martha stewart. ❜
something shifts at the corner of his mouth. not quite a smile but close. "don't worry about it." he picks up the bourbon finally, takes a slow sip. "long day's a long day. doesn't need a reason." he glances over, brief. "what are you drinking?"
a soft chuckle escaped from his mouth. ❝ you’re right, ❞ dean nodded, swirling his drink around and then taking a sip . ❝ rum and coke — i don’t really feel like getting drunk ... and you? ❞
potential sexual partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.
potential romantic partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.
HABITS
drinking alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
smoking : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
other narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
medicinal drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
indulgent food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
splurge spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
PROMPT 2
MY MUSE KNOWS HOW TO…
bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a black flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock
"i think my brother's in town." many, many years had passed since they had last seen each other. the frustration seeping right into his bones is clearly visible in every feature of his face, but mostly the eyes, "i don't even think my parents know. i found out through a trashy news website popping up on my instagram feed. i deleted the app. then i deleted every other social media too, just in case, which in hindsight feels a bit excessive. but, you know." jesper brushed his hands across his face, releasing a deep sigh, "i haven't spoken to him 20 years." the former figure skater looked up at him, the tension visible in his shoulders, "twenty."
if anything, daehyun was never quite fond of jesper’s brother – in addition to everything jesper has endured. it infuriated him, especially when surveying jesper’s eyes. he could tell it was making him ... uncomfortable, maybe? after closing the door to his place, he looks at the other with visible concern. dean was an empath at best, so he wasn’t about to let him deal with it alone. ❝ you think your brother’s back? ... even if it came from a trashy news account on instagram? ❞ a look of contempt was evident on his features... and more than he’d like to admit. ❝ well... thinking about it, i guess it’s better that way to keep your psyche safe from any harm. ❞ he wanted him to feel validated — listening earnestly to every single word, though there was something about them mentioning 20 years of not speaking to or seeing each other that broke him a little bit. daehyun placed his hand on the other’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and trying to make him feel safe. ❝ twenty years too long for someone to be asking for forgiveness — how are you feeling? ❞
open to anybody (4/5) @championstarters
location: the bullpen ( the bugout )
aydin completely missed the target after throwing the dart. "okay listen, i'm a bit rusty." that was a lie, he never really played darts, but a man can dream to have many many talents. "how have you been?" he asked, they've been playing only for a little bit, taking turns asking each other questions as they play darts, a good excuse to catch up.
daehyun rarely played darts since he’s always off training or racing on a track. sadly, he doesn’t have many hobbies, but this was his first try. however, it might be best for him to stick to anything else but darts. ❝ i gotta be honest, i have never played this before, yet i’m here. ❞ do you know what dean is talented at? making himself feel out of place! ❝ i’ve been all over the place lately, i just want to stay home without moving, y’know — what about you, aydin? anything new lately? ❞
❝ wait, so playing baseball isn’t common in uruguay? that’s interesting. fútbol i’m guessing, or has it always been basketball? ❞ he asked his teammate curiously.
"surely there's no reason for you to not be able to take my picture. we are friends after all, no?" marcy asked, smirking as she leaned back against his car. maybe it was because it was a party, but she was feeling less paranoid about being seen with kori out in public. if anybody asked, the two had just bumped into each other and then spent the rest of their time together, that's all. sure, she was very adamant about not liking athletes, but that's because most of them were assholes with egos bigger than their brains. "and i need more pictures for the gram. i haven't posted on my personal in a bit and i know i'm going to look hot tonight at the party while i'm up there at the dj booth but i don't want this outfit to go to waste either."
❝ we are... so there shouldn’t be any suspicion, y’know. ❞ kori nodded with a slight tilt of his head and a playful smile, of course, knowing too damn well they were gonna take advantage of the event. what was wrong about hanging out together for the rest of it? nothing. it could all become background noise eventually — well, he could only hope, but he knows. boy, was she stubborn, though. ❝ so... you want to use my range rover for the gram, well — honestly, i charge for every snap... so you have to pay me with a kiss... or a peck on the check. you pick. ❞ he stepped a little closer to marcy, leaning and placing his hand on his car, hovering over her. ❝ no one’s watching. ❞
@championstarters
where: public courts at cole park
the courts were still quiet when zane finished his last serve. he caught the ball against his racquet, rolled his shoulder once, and finally noticed a figure near the fence. there was no surprise on his face, just that steady, assessing look he always wore before deciding anything. "you're either up early," he said calmly as he walked toward the net, "or you didn't sleep. if you're waiting for the court, give me five."
with her football-obsessed family, tennis became one of paris’ hobbies. nothing serious came out of it, though; it was a fantastic approach to get her frustrations out. patiently waiting near the fence, with her arms crossed, didn’t mean she was in such high spirits, bright and early in the morning. fuck that shit. ❝ what are you, five? ❞
with his head slightly tilted, a tired yet soft sigh left his mouth — blinking himself awake to be more attentive. it was a good thing dean hadn’t gone to bed. ❝ don’t even apologize; come on in. ❞ he moved aside for jesper to cross the threshold of his home. ❝ you okay? what’s going on? ❞
𐙚﹒ location : ivory terrace ( cafe ) & open for only four replies . @championstarters
𐙚﹒ " you're staring, " she notes calmly, gaze never lifting. " is there a point, or were you waiting for an invitation ? " a faint pause follows, something almost amused as she takes an unhurried sip of her black coffee, " … if that's the case, go on then — pull up a seat. "
marilisa tried to look away as smoothly as she possibly could, failing miserably in the process. ❝ ay, dios mio, ❞ mari chuckled but swore ( not really ) under her breath, not realizing what the florist had gotten herself into ... pulling up a seat at this point. ❝ you look very familiar, that’s all. ❞ she says coyly, not quite putting her finger on it just yet. no, she’s not slow; she just meets a lot of people on a daily basis!
where: sourdough & sundays bakery
who: open starter - @championstarters
the door was locked , she was so sure that it was . it was too early in the morning for her to have flicked the open sign over and she knew that she had so much to do this morning the only way she would get all her cakes out whilst the loafs for the day baked was for her to do it in complete silence . yet the chime of her bell rung just as she shovelled another handful of cereal in , guilty clouding her features immediately . " i'm going to wash my hands before i decorate this cake i swear to god ! "
❝ miss ma’am, ❞ marilisa tried her best to pull the best southern accent she possibly could, and that of an iconic elderly woman in her 80s—think of the great dolly parton! well, someone of that temperament. if it was up to the florist, she’d be dancing like a fool at the door, thinking it was locked ... however, when she pulled on the handle, it wasn’t. ❝ girl, that’s the least of my concerns now; you gotta lock up and be safe! ❞
