TRIGGERS: ANIMAL DEATH, BLOOD, EYE INJURY, DEAD BODY, INJURY, EXPLOSION
The piece of mason had splattered a few people by him, and he was caught in a state of shock as he stared at their broken limbs. The dead eyes partly removed from their corpses staring back at him. “I don’t know what we expect anymore. Always crimson and darkness. Right, Speed?” A jagged breath unleashed with the realization as chaos was in a throw around them. The other person’s blood dripped down from his face, but then a much more closer dagger struck his heart. Speedy’s messenger bag sanctuary of the Art institute was crushed under a sphere of wood that came out of the painting frame. “Speedy!” His voice breaks and shrieks with anguish as he rushed to the rubble. Not minding that his form was becoming covered in rubble and crimson while he started to try to move out the sphere covered in blood. “No, no no no no.” He hushed whispered as his voice cracked against the busted foundation.
Enthralled by his grief he hadn’t even noticed the blood that leaked out of the gape of his side. His hands splintered by the wood as he grabbed for it, weakly unable to grip it hard enough to fully move it out from the piercing hole. Unable to stop the tremors in his hands in sync with his grief-stricken sobs.
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LEVI HAD KNOWN IT IN his very bones: that the seemingly safe evening was only a mere countdown until tragedy would inevitably strike. the single difference this time was that he had no idea who was responsible. pointing a finger at the culprits was neither here nor there, not with flames swallowing the room and quick successions of blasts ringing loud. with survival mode kicking in, the male whipped through the space, weaving through the still bodies ( and body parts ) decorating the shrapnel covered floor. had it not been for the sight the blood-drenched boy a few feet away, levi would have been long gone from the room in desperate search of an escape route. why he'd stopped was beyond him—not when he possessed a chilling lack of empathy.
silently cursing himself, he veers in his path, making his way toward the other whilst calling out to him over the reverberating booms. “ hey! hey! what're you still doing in here? ” it's only when he draws nearer does he spy the wound weeping crimson, pride of place upon the other man's side. “ fuck, ” is murmured beneath his breath, the faintest pang of anxiety making a home in the pit of his stomach. now close enough, levi reaches out to place a palm upon his shoulder with the goal of plucking him from his sobs and capturing his attention. “ we need to get out of here, it isn't safe. come on. get up. we need to move. ”
+ open, event pt. 2 || location: gallery, post explosion || @crimsonstarters
hand waving in front of her face to push the stink of smoke away, evelina coughed in annoyance, holding a useless painting over her head to catch any stray flakes of drywall as they cascaded down. bombings were too dramatic for her liking; evelina enjoyed the stalk of her pray and the surprise of her kill. clearing out rooms and rooms felt superfluous; in her mind, it was more fun to pick them off one at a time, using the party as a distraction to end whoever she wanted whenever the opportunity struck. everybody loved a good murder mystery, after all.
stepping over a severed limb, cautious of the spread of blood on her shoes, evelina meandered toward the back corridor, humming under her breath. she coughed again, sensing a presence behind her. dagger sheathed inside the corseted bodice of her dress, evelina rested her hand over it, lifting her chin. “there is no exit. go play somewhere else.”
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THIS WAS A FAR CRY from the night carmen had envisioned. the smell of smoke engulfed her senses, stinging her eyes and affecting her lungs in a way she never dreamed possible. the thundering bang of explosions rang in her ears until all she could hear was a piercing ringing noise, blurring out all other sounds and rendering her hearing somewhat incapacitated. still, she managed to stumble her way through the chaos, tripping over severed limbs and lifeless bodies, though managing to maintain her balance despite how her body trembled. to say she felt disorientated and consumed by equal parts dread and panic would be to put it lightly.
somehow, carmen found herself wandering along a crumbling hallway, her dry throat heaving out sharp, wheezing coughs. upon observing the female ahead, the brunette came to a standstill—a shaking hand lifting to push ashen flecked locks off of her sooty forehead. “ play? ” she croaks incredulously. “ this isn't some warped game. people are dying. and unless you have a death wish, you'd better hope there is an exit. ” even in her current state, the lawyer manages to bark her words in evident annoyance. inside, she felt like crumpling to the floor and releasing the fearful tears she held at bay. outside, however, her perfected grasp on composure prevailed—refusing to show any emotional weakness. “ two heads are better than one. so, if you're finished being bratty, maybe we can find a way out. ”
so either the walsh’s had lured everyone into yet another trap– or someone else had ideas of revenge. either way if she were honest with herself, katerina was a little bit impressed. fire and things going boom? those were some of her favourite ways to go about things. bigger numbers, more anonymity. she hadn’t been dumb enough to trust the night, keeping people on her at all times, her own people having smuggled in their own weapons to make sure the vasile princess wasn’t seen with one herself.
all of that out the door now as she swiped the gun off the body of one of her own men. she didn’t have time to grieve– no it was time to get out of the on fire building, and find some safety from the bullets that seemed to be flying everywhere. a graze against her own arm, but not enough to stop the brunette as she shuffled towards an exit, trying not to draw attention to herself. at least not until she noticed a living person near her, holding up her own weapon. the smoke thick, it was hard to tell if they were friend or foe. “unless you have a way out, don’t come any closer.”
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DESPITE APPEARANCES OF JOVIALITY AND harmlessness, zosia had been unable to quell the subtle dread that niggled at her all night. by now, she was well accustomed to how disastrous the city's events could become and, as it happened, her inkling had been proven right. the flames that licked at the surrounding walls and the ear-splitting explosives detonating nearby sent the girl into adrenaline-induced action. luckily, she'd barged her way through the frenzied crowds mostly unscathed, save for a few fresh surface cuts and minor bruising taking formation upon her skin. it was the sudden voice calling out that had her halt in her tracks, instinctively reaching for the sheathed blade she'd artfully concealed beneath the layers of her dress. “ right back at you, ” zosia warned, squinting through the smoke only to discern none other than her pakhan. immediately, her hand recoils and she takes a hesitant step forward in the hopes she would become more visible to the other woman. “ i'm a friendly—a vasile. you can trust me. we need to find a way out of this mess. ”
agility: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
stamina: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
accuracy: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
intelligence: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
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.
CAN THEY ...
speak more than one language? yes; english, turkish, german, dutch, and arabic. not all fluently, of course.
drive a car? yes; drives a lot but will walk if she’s close enough to the destination.
jump start a car? yes; she had to learn after an incident where she broke down and had to wait hours on rescue.
change a flat tyre? no; she has no doubt she’d be able to but just never learned.
ride a bicycle? yes; though she rarely did.
roller skate? yes; her sister pleaded for her to learn so they could go together.
ice skate? no; she was always the kid with skating aids.
swim? no; despite being a water sign, she never took to water and is low key afraid of it.
play chess? no; she’s never tried and has never really had an interest either.
play an instrument? no; carmen is definitely not musically gifted.
play a sport? no; nor is she gifted at being good at sports.
sing? no; again, not a musical note in her body.
dance? yes; she joined a dance class as a teenager just to encourage her sister to join. turned out, her sister dropped out and carmen kept at it.
braid hair? yes; although she rarely ever braids her hair.
tie a tie? yes; her last ex-boyfriend was terrible at doing up ties, so she became better at doing them through his incompetence. plus, the fancy school she went to had ties as a uniform requirement.
pick a lock? no; she’ll admit, it looks cool in the movies but being able to do it would defeat the purpose of her being a lawyer, would it not?
cook? yes; from a young age she learned to be self-sufficient. not because she had to be, because she wanted to be.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
eye colour: amber / blue / brown / gray / green / hazel / red and violet.
hair colour: black / brown / fair / blonde / red / grey / natural / dyed.
agility: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
stamina: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
accuracy: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
intelligence: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
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.
CAN THEY ...
speak more than one language? yes; english, russian, and latin. all fluently.
drive a car? no; she’s never really had the time to learn and is fine with availing of public transport.
jump start a car? no; she’s never had any need to learn how.
change a flat tyre? no; again, she has never had any need to learn how.
ride a bicycle? yes; her father made her learn minus stabilisers.
roller skate? no; there was no such word as fun in the kovalev household, folks.
ice skate? yes; her father had her professionally trained as he always deemed figure skating a sport. zosia never found this fun.
swim? yes; if her father would have been allowed to, he would have chucked her into a swimming pool the second she was born.
play chess? yes; once again, her father deemed this a sport in its own right and always wanted zosia to succeed in every extracurricular she could get into.
play an instrument? yes; she was given piano lessons as a child. and after posing as a violin student for a ‘job’, she became very good at playing.
play a sport? no; which is strange considering her father enrolled her in pretty much everything else. in his mind, things which he deemed mental sport were much more important than physical sport. however, she did do kickboxing and combat.
sing? yes; the one thing she was never taught to do, but was just naturally gifted at.
dance? yes; she did ballet lessons and had dreams of becoming a prima ballerina.
braid hair? yes; the one thing her mother had a hand in teaching her. dutch braids are her favourite.
tie a tie? yes; learned how to because her father wanted her to.
pick a lock? yes; something she taught herself whilst trying to escape her brief captivity as a child.
cook? no; she was never taught and never had the time, what with her already extensive daily regimes.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
eye colour: amber / blue / brown / gray / green / hazel / red and violet.
hair colour: black / brown / fair / blonde / red / grey / natural / dyed.
height: 160 cm.
weight: 52 kg.
dominant hand: right / left / ambidextrous.
vision aids: glasses / contacts / none.
tattoos: the vasile emblem branded on her chest and a small outline of a star on the nape of her neck.
piercings: two on each earlobe and a helix on her left ear.
scars: a long silvery one running half the length of her spine.
financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.
medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.
class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.
education: qualified / unqualified / studying.
criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes ( a petty theft charge; no record of her pyromania or her crimes relating to her affiliation with the fausts and being a capo. ) / no.
FAMILY.
married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.
has a child or children / has no children / wants children / can’t have children.
close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / has drifted away from her adoptive brothers.
orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents.
TRAITS + TENDENCIES.
extroverted / introverted ( shocking, i know ) / in between.
disorganised / organised / in between.
close minded / open minded / in between.
calm / anxious / in between.
disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
cautious / reckless / in between.
patient / impatient / in between.
outspoken / reserved / in between.
leader / follower / in between.
empathetic ( again, shocking, i know ) / unempathetic / in between.
optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
traditional / modern / in between.
hard working / lazy / in between.
cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.
loyal / disloyal / unknown.
faithful / unfaithful / unknown.
BELIEFS.
monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / not sure.
belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.
philosophical: yes / no.
OPINIONS.
pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-choice / anti-abortion / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence.
pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence.
left wing / right ring / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.
agility: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
stamina: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
accuracy: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
intelligence: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
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.
CAN THEY ...
speak more than one language? yes; english, spanish and greek.
drive a car? yes; will drive when necessary but prefers walking.
jump start a car? yes; self-taught.
change a flat tyre? yes; his father taught him when he was a young boy.
ride a bicycle? yes; was far too stubborn to start off with stabilisers.
roller skate? no; has never tried.
ice skate? no; low key afraid of falling and someone skating over his fingers.
swim? yes; learned at a young age and is quite adept at it.
play chess? yes; but not very well.
play an instrument? yes; mostly piano but a little guitar.
play a sport? yes; football ( as in english football ) and a little golf.
sing? no; can carry a tune but not very well.
dance? no; he was born with two left feet.
braid hair? yes; blames this on his sister.
tie a tie? yes; again, something his father taught him as a child.
pick a lock? yes; self-taught.
cook? yes; although he rarely does because it’s too time consuming.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
eye colour: amber / blue / brown / gray / green / hazel / red and violet.
hair colour: black / brown / fair / blonde / red / grey / natural / dyed.
height: 187 cm.
weight: 78 kg.
dominant hand: right / left / ambidextrous.
vision aids: glasses / contacts / none.
tattoos: the stag symbol on his left shoulder, and a collection of tiny crosses on the inside of his left bicep which signifies every single life he has taken to date.
the brunette had sidled up beside the other, tipping her head as she appraised the art piece in front of her. she did find some art fascinating, but had to admit some of it was just odd. this one in particular only seemed to bring up feelings of confusion in her rather than dread. her head moved into a nod, nose scrunching up at the picture. “weird as hell is what it is,” she noted before glancing across to him now, curiosity piqued. “i haven’t, actually, and there’s not a ton of creepy shit i’m not aware of. that means you have to show me.”
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STEFANO PEERS DOWN AT EFFIE, gauging her reaction only to wind up emitting an amused chuckle at the expression that sweeps across her face. “ right? like what the fuck is it meant to mean? if we're led to believe that all art has meaning, then what's the story behind this gloomy pair? ” perhaps he was judging grant wood's masterpiece too harshly though he didn't possess the capacity to care and besides, wasn't art open to interpretation? the brunette's admission causes his eyebrows to shoot upwards in feigned surprise. “ i'm amazed, eff, i thought you of all people would have seen it, ” he replies in jest. “ not that the original needs to be parodied to fit halloween, it's already creepy enough as it is. ” he takes another look at the painting and as he does, a flash of mirth crosses his features. “ there's actually quite a lot of remade versions of this. including a few with her head on the pitchfork. and weren't the old, married couple in courage the cowardly dog modelled on these two? or am i just tripping? ”
art had always held a fascination to the eaton. creativity ran through his blood, after all. he was naturally the kind to be up in the middle of it all, on stage or performing in some manner or other - rather than someone who had fun strolling through museums. however, that didn’t mean that he didn’t still have an appreciation for it all. the male spotted the blonde head positioned in front of the familiar portrait; it could have been anyone - but familiarity rang as he moved closer. “i suppose people are attracted to the mystery, aren’t they?” his voice clear as he too surveyed the painting. he was no stranger to how warped minds could be, how they could make you act - though depression wasn’t something he was well acquainted with. he was more on the opposite end of the spectrum, if anything. “plus folk just love to romanticise that kind of tragedy. maybe that’s why he’s so popular.”
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MONIKA TURNS HER HEAD TO look at him through thick, dark lashes; coyness immediately pulling at her features as baby blues snag on his familiar countenance. ah, of course: the stranger from the balcony many moons ago. “ well, it is only human nature, is it not? it's impossible to be fascinated by what's already visible to the naked eye. probably why this piece attracts so much attention—people are intrigued by what they can't see; by what they feel when they look at it. ” she averts her gaze then, returning to the painting hung upon the wall facing them. “ people will romanticise just about anything if they can get away with it, ” the blonde counters. “ and you, are you attracted to the mystery? we’re in a room full of art, surely something has captured your attention more than the rest. ” at that, sapphires float back to the male, the slant to her lips supercilious like silken threads pulled tight.
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