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[kittywriites]

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He nudged the motel door closed with his foot and came to an abrupt stop when he saw her standing at the dingy little vanity. She was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, clearly no longer interested in spending the night in. He knew that look in her eye. She was looking for trouble. Dex plucked the c.igarette from between his lips, raising a brow as he appraised her in the slinky little dress she was wearing. “That’s new.” he noted, tone laced with approval. “Little overdressed for warm b.eer and crappy TV, don’t you think?”

[bvriedinthesand]

open

connections: drug dealer, friend, fellow partier

based on this

    “hey... can you please pick me up?” she knew they would be awake at this ungodly hour, that was the PRIMARY reason she dialed them first before her brother, who she knew would give her a stupid lecture on being responsible and avoiding drugs. her brother is a cop, of course he’d say that shit. gripping the phone against her ear tight, she continued to stumble down the sidewalk, shielding her eyes from the INTENSELY BRIGHT lights coming from the streetlamps. “i’m by the liquor store on 42nd. across the street from the hookah lounge,” sean slurred, pushing herself up against the wall to attempt to stabilize herself. “i fucked up and i’m sorry...”

[shockingly-tito]

Warning High Voltage⚡ {Open}

Swynlake was... different. Actually, it was more than different. It was downright strange. Tito liked New York. Tito knew New York. This place? This place was a clusterfuck. Streets moved. When he thought he was going one way, he was really going another way that was more than out of the way of where he initially wanted to go. 

Fucking magic, man.

Speaking of...

While his own magic was still a little unpredictable, Tito had learned to control it for the most part. Or well, he could tell when things were going to get a little sticky. It was that feeling he felt as he increased his speed down the small street. His intention? Get home where no one was currently so the worst he could do was short circuit the power there. It would be better than shocking the shit out of some innocent bystander.

But as was usual Swynlake had different plans for him.

“Ayo, move,” the words were bitten out harshly and through gritted teeth as he resisted the urge to physically push past the person. Doing that would only lead to typically not fun things. And Tito had no desire to spend his day in jail answering annoying questions.

[enigmedesaphir]

She...she did not have a good day and I advise you to avoid her if you wanna still have a decent day.

[bvriedinthesand]

OPEN || based on smokey & the bandit

    why did she even agree to this stupid wedding? she didn’t feel the way she should towards the groom. there was a thought that maybe there was a deep fear within her where she wouldn’t be able to find love because of what she was, knowing she’ll never be able to fully blend into human society. plus, her soon to be father in law was involved with the government! he played nice with her, but who knew if he was trying to lure her in and kidnap her. the ADRENALINE had kicked in and she ran out on the wedding, stopping at a curvy road where she was picked up by the driver of a swift car. now, she was changing right in front of them, ready to remove the tight dress. “what are you looking at?”

[bvriedinthesand]

    “so, do you think aliens are real?” nervous hues turn towards the other person, offering a smile. “if so, what do you think they’re like? hostile or friendly?” hearing a human’s perspective on life outside of their perceived realm was a fascinating topic to her; in a way, she felt like she could relate, since she knew next to nothing about her own people.

[bvriedinthesand]

OPEN / based

    “it’s a pleasure to be here, ma’am,” he spoke up, in response to his older partner’s wife talking about how nice it was to meet someone new from her husband’s department. derek felt a pair of eyes on him for prolonged periods of time, leading to him feeling a lump of nervousness in his throat. as anxious as he was to come here, wanting only to make a wonderful impression, he didn’t understand why their kid had been staring at him for so long. did he miss a spot when he shaved his face earlier? did he put on too much cologne? fine, if they wanted to play a staring game, he’ll play. he forced himself to look up from his plate, making direct eye contact with the other.