𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

[spincless]

arda kavak, celine matarazzo & marco bianchi penned by effie for manhattantv

arda- about celine- about marco- about

[gu1nguette]

"@spincless, you're my only hope," marciana announces as she sidles up next to the eldest matarazzo, wide-eyed. it's an exaggeration, most definitely, but she hammers on nonetheless, "i must have torn my cape getting back here." she twists her arm to present the tear, just above where her cape connects to golden arm cuffs. "i couldn't fit another card into my clutch, much less a sewing kit. what should i do?"

[spincless]

when marciana appears, celine lets a small smile curl at her lips, eyes flicking up and down to take in her costume — she looks incredible. even with the tear. she leans forward to assess the damage, sly look on her face, "well, you're in luck." she slides the pink chanel purse from her shoulder and opens it, taking out her sewing kit with a slihglty dramatic flourish, "i came prepared for wardrobe malfunctions. want to go to the bathroom and fix this?" she suggests, setting down her empty cocktail glass on a nearby table.

[sugrcoateds]

STATUS   :   open    (   3   /   5   ). TIME   :   1:05am. LOCATION   :   the   dinosaur   hall.

          "   don't   tell   me   you're   planning   to   sit   here   all  night.   "    jaerin   easily   sidles   up   to   someone   once   she   enters   the   dinosaur   hall,   elevating   her   voice   so   she   can   be   heard.   "   there's   drinks   and   music,   no   need   to   be   a   wallflower   tonight.   "   she   takes   their   hand   without   question   and   instantly   begins   moving   toward   the   dance   floor,   where   thriller   plays   loudly   over   the   speakers.   "   c'mon,   dance   with   me   and   i'm   not   taking   no   for   an   answer   !   "

[spincless]

"i'm curating an aesthetic at the moment." marco tells her, words a bit unintelligible as an unlit cigarette sits perched from his lips. he grabs a pack of matches from his pocket, poised to light one when suddenly he's grab and pulled to the floor, unlit cigarette and matches falling to the ground, "hey!" he doesn't resist, though he groans, "i'm not one for dancin'. never been my strong suit." dating back to his guest star stint on victorious this has been well-documented, "best i can do is sway a little." he insists

[liv3feeds]

“ ah ah ah, don't forget, querido. i know you don't have an economically sensible bone in your body. ” she feels the familiar weight of his arm on her back and for a brief moment, it almost feels like nothing's changed. but she's quick to push that recognition aside. nostalgia's a trap. “ yeah, sure. whatever. i guess the shirt's a good look, ” she admits, “ but dicaprio's got a yacht to go with it. ” shoulders roll into a nonchalant shrug, but mouth twitches like it wants to smile as he tries to compliment her. “ nothing rude to say, ” echoes she, tongue clicks with a tsk-ing sound. “ are you going soft on me, kavak ? ” josefina squints at him, skeptical. “ you're being suspiciously nice. which makes me think either you've grown as a person or... you're trying to lull me into a false sense of security so you can hit me with a backhanded compliment later. ”

[spincless]

"well, since you think i'm allegedly not economically sensible then maybe i'll just buy a yacht and then i'll be on the same level. maybe you'' score an invite to the maiden voyage." he winks, smile wide as he teases her. when they're like this, it feels as if their months apart have been mere hours. sometimes it scares him a little bit. "me? soft? when have you ever known me to be soft?" he flashes a smirk at josefina, shaking his head, "if i have a few more drinks i might just give you a few more real compliments. so you should probably stay away from me for the rest of the night." he lifts his drink to his lips for a sip to punctuate the statement before humming, "though, i'll expect a few compliments in return, so start thinking of things you like about this outfit. or just go for my looks. that's always a winning line of compliments. and never not true."

[theydivine]

#𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› celine matarazzo , @spincless location: halloween photobooth.

❝ miss eve, will you take a photo with me? ❞   hand was extended toward the other woman, juliet's smile vibrant. not officially on the clock, though it hadn't stopped her from silently assessing the costumes around her, femme had allowed herself a few extra drinks — one of the brews the witch behind the bar had put together had been pretty strong.

[spincless]

celine grabbed her hand without hesitation, warm smile spreading across her face, "it would be my honor." her free hand clutched her second cocktail of the night as she was trying her best to pace herself. "do we need props?" she looked at the options on the nearby table, "or do the costumes do a lot of the work?" she paused before adding, "you look incredible, by the way."

[lovedsme]

groomed   eyebrow   raises   at   the   other,   teasing   beam   on   features.   "   you   going   to   show   us   a   good   time   ?   i've   seen   some   people   partaking   in   the   illegal   kind   of   fun   if   you   dare.   "

𖥻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱.  𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆‚  @spincless 𖥻 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:  dance floor

[spincless]

"well, last time we spoke you told me i better show you i know how to have a good time rather than just promising, so i guess you have to count me in." arda chuckles, tilting his head slightly as he grins back at her, "what sort of illegal fun are we talking? lines off of someone's stomach or attempting to steal the t-rex skeleton?"

[dynast1es]

alexandria bianchi & marco bianchi @spincless , closed

for  one  night  she's  playboy's  darling  bunny  instead  of  prada's  beloved  baby.  to  her,  halloween  is her chance to be someone  completely  different  than  reality. someone of her own choosing.  her  brother,  on  the  other  hand,  ❝   marco  -  tell  me  you  didn't  just  raid  your  closet  and  call  it  a  day.   ❞

     9:30 pm,   the museum,   wildlife exhibit.

[spincless]

marco looks down at his outfit then at his sister, frowning, "i searched high and low for this jacket on ebay. the hunt took weeks." he's exaggerating, but it sure felt that way. he looks at her costume and hums, "playboy bunny was my second choice, so i guess it's good i went with this look, huh? would've been awkward if we were wearing the same thing." he teases with a snort.

[liv3feeds]

          ꗃ        ───        josefina    &    arda    ,    @spincless / outside the corn maze

journalist drapes an arm around his shoulder despite being shorter, high heels doing their best to close the height gap. she's not drunk, but the champagne buzz is enough to color her cheeks and make her forget about personal space. “ what are you supposed to be, finance bro who peaked in college ? ” josefina pulls back, a lopsided grin tugging at her lips as she sizes him up, brown hues lingering a little too long on the white polo. the costume is easy enough to guess, but it's more fun to tease him. “ actually, i'm pretty sure i've seen this very same shirt in your closet months ago, ” dainty digit pokes him in the chest a few times, “ are you dressed as your linkedin profile picture ? ”

[spincless]

he wraps his arm around her back, snorting at her words, "god forbid a man choose an economically sound costume to wear." he, in fact, chose this costume because he owned all the pieces necessary. he's thinking smarter not harder. "and i look very good in this shirt, even better than mr. dicaprio, some may say." he teases, eyes drawn to his ex as she taunts him. not that he minds, this is part of the fun, honestly. "you know full well that my linkedin profile picture is me in my best suit, i wouldn't be caught dead so casual on such an important platform." arda laughs then, standing at arm's length to get a better look at her costume, his hand resting on her shoulder, "i have nothing rude to say about your look, actually. i'm going to take the high road and tell you just how great this one is on you."

[lovedsme]

not   his   usual   stuff,   preferring   snow   from   cuba   but   he'll   deal   with   it.   rubs   gums   with   finger   coated   in   white   dust,   hues   browsing   the   sour   candies   on   display   -   deep   in   thought.   "   actually   romantic   that   she   fucks   the   ex   again,   you   know   the   one   she   cheated   on   with   -   with   me.   i   refuse   to   commit   and   she   goes   running   back   to   the   loser   who   couldn't   even   punch   me   in   the   face.   do   i   tell   sebastian   that   i   refused   to   settle   down   or   do   you   think   he's   smart   enough   to   realize   that   ?   i   fear   i'll   have   to   pump   knowledge   into   his   mind   because   he   cheats   on   this   amazing   girl,   who   he   doesn't   deserve   to   begin   with,   to   run   back   to   the   girl   who   cheated   on   him   with   his   best   friend   like   not   even   a   random   meaningless   body   ⸻   no   his   fucking   best   friend.   and   i   at   least   respect   him   enough   to   not   tell   him   i'm   still   fucking   his   ex   but   she   has   no   issue   being   open   about   it   like   that   is   pure   self   hatred on his side.   anyway   ⸺   i'm   a   fucking   asshole   and   i   acknowledge   that,   but   he   cheated   on   my   best   friend   who   never   harmed   anyone.   yeah   get   the   fuck   out   of   here,   i   will   cut   the   friendship.   hope   she's   worth   the   sex,   i   mean   i   know   she's   like   good   in   the   sack   -   but   at   least   i   was   never   cheated   on.   i   got   self   respect.   daddy's   pr   team   managed   to   hide   the   first   cheating   scandal   where   baby   valmont   was   the   victim   but   this   one   ⸻   the   strattons   have   their   little   lamb.   "

𖥻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱.  𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆‚  @spincless. 𖥻 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:  trick or treating at around 3:30 am

[spincless]

exhausted with her heels clutched in one hand, celine certainly does not expect so many words to come falling out of the man's mouth. but she figures late night and drug use can indeed produce a monologue nearly worthy of the pages of a david mamet work. she leans against the wall and listens, sipping casually at the water she'd managed to locate about half an hour ago. she tries to avoid involving herself in scandals and headline-worthy affairs these days, but hearing about them is something else entirely. celine is not a gossip, but it doesn't mean she doesn't like knowing things. and nicholas is divulging a lot of information. when he finishes, she doesn't comment on the others involved or ask follow up questions, instead she holds out her cup of water, "i think you could use some water." she lets her heels drop to the floor, sigh passing her lips, "being locked in a museum is a great time for something like this, huh? nothing like no escape and copious amounts of cocaine to drive good decision-making." she tilts her head slightly, studying him, lips pursed almost in contemplation, "do you plan on talking to the others involved? because if not, there are plenty of places to hide in this place. that's one big pro on this situation." maybe the only one, "the planetarium sounds like the perfect spot, though i'm partial to the butterfly conservatory."

[envmored]

"  stranger  !  "  milie  called  a  little  too  loud  ,  voice  echoing  across  marble  floors  .  instantly  she  covered  her  mouth  ,  looking  around  to  see  if  any  of  the  scarers  were  around  .  “  over  here  if  you  want  to  live  .  ”

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱   starter   for  arda  kavak   [  @spincless  ] around  2:12  am  museum  hallways 

[spincless]

he looked up at the sound of the familiar voice, grinning and holding a hand to his chest, "you're talking to me?" he joked, walking toward milie, "you know, there are laws against making threats, right?" he clutched a cocktail in his hand ( he'd lost count of how many he'd had ) and asked, "having fun? scared we're going to have a night at the museum situation?"

[dynast1es]

fawn bridges & tba tba , open

dressed  as  30s  icon,  fawn  fits  in  more  with  the  exhibitions  than  the  guests.  with  ruby  red  dress  needing  adjusting  with  too  much  movement  she's  choosing  to  be  still,  now,  instead  of wandering she's assessing  the  potion's  cart  with  interest.   ❝    how  many  of  those  do  you  think  are  just  water  ?  has  to  be  some,  right  -  just  to  keep  it  interesting  ?   ❞

     anytime,   the museum,   the potion cart.

[spincless]

marco looks up from his own appraisal of the potions and shrugs, "i'd give it a good 20% water, if only for the joke. but probably water with some sorta flavoring in it, make people think maybe it isn't water. y'know, when people act drunk for attention or whatever else?" he selects an orange-ish 'potion' and studies it, "really hope this one has real liquor, though."

[r0ughcut]

  ›     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂   :    open   (  0/5   )             𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   :    bobbing  for  apples  station.

        〔     ✱     〕    …          𝐈𝐓   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃   ,   𝐀𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒   𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘   did   ,   with   the   team   being   a   pack   of   assholes.   some   rookie   had   dared   another   to   go   bobbing   for   apples   —   in   full   face   paint   ,   no   less   —   and   somehow   it   turned   into   a   contest   of   who   could   hit   the   target   first.   the   “   target   ”   being   the   metal   tub   ,   and   then ,   apparently   ,   each   other.   one   apple   went   flying   off   course   —   arced   beautifully   through   the   air   —   and   smacked   straight   into   someone’s   back.   

 "   oh   ,   for   fuck’s   sake   —   "   cooper   groaned   ,   dragging   a   hand   down   his   face   as   the   rest   of   the   yellowjackets   howled   with   laughter   behind   him.   he   stepped   forward   ,   tactical   pants   and   tight   black   turtleneck   not   exactly   blending   in   ,   and   lifted   both   hands   in   mock   surrender.   “   right.   that   one’s   on   me.   ”   his   voice   was   thick   ,   the   rough   edge   of   a   man   who’d   smoked   too   much.   “   was   supposed   to   be   a   friendly   toss   ,   not   —   ”   he   glanced   at   the   splattered   mess   ,   then   back   up   at   the   victim   ,   mouth   twitching.   “   —   a   bloody   airstrike.   you   alright   ?   ”

[spincless]

marco always expected these things to go a little awry. that was sort of the way. and he liked it, always had, the disorder is what made it fun. so when he got absolutely nailed by a flying apple, he wasn't exactly surprised and he wasn't angry either. it was amusing, if anything. he stooped down and picked up the apple, looking at cooper and chuckling, "nah, don't worry about it. i can take a hit." not really, but he could pretend. he took a bite of the apple with a loud crunch and shrugged, "i'm more of a golden delicious kinda guy myself, but this'll do." he joked, holding the apple out toward cooper, "unless your guys want this back?"

[envmored]

“  what  do  we  think  ?  ”  milie  striked  a  pose  in  her  long  black  dress  ,  similar  to  audrey  hepbrun  in  breakfast  at  tiffany's   .  “  do  i  finally  meet  your  absurdly  high  standards  ,  or  should  i  just  have  arrived  in  a  potato  sack  ?  ”

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱   starter   for  celine  matarazzo   [  @spincless  ] around  10:12  pm  museum  auditorium   

[spincless]

celine laughed, shaking her head as she grinned at milie and teased, "well, it's no matarazzo, but i think you pulled it off." she stood back slightly, looking the other up and down with an 'appraising' gaze, "no, no, of course, you look incredible. you always look incredible." she assured her, "you would probably even look good in a potato sack, but i'm glad you decided against that look for tonight."

[spincless]

#𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗞𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗪𝗡

celine matarazzo as eve from life-size

[spincless]

#𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗞𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗪𝗡

marco bianchi as hunter s. thompson

[spincless]

#𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗞𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗪𝗡

arda kavak as the wolf of wall street

[soixantequinze]

“  afraid you’re gonna like it,  sourface?  ”  she teased.  “  oh, c’mon, it’s not like a prescription.  you can have a little,  see if a matcha smoothie will give a little pep in your step in the mornings.  ”

[spincless]

"no! i simply know myself too well. i'm a man of habit when it comes to my caffeine. i like what i like!" then he paused, giving her a withering look, "well, if you ordered one, maybe i would try it. but that's it."