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[clecx]

↳ <@spencersabahi​

Cleo was enjoying the bar crawl. It had been a little bit since she had let herself go and let loose. While she was tiny, Cleo knew that her tolerance level was very low. So, it wasn’t such a surprise to see the girl with red cheeks and a wide grin on her face with only a few drinks in. She was heading back towards the bar when she saw a familiar form hovering just by it. A wide grin spread over delicate features and the tiny tipsy made a beeline for him. “Spencer!” She cried out, wanting to hug the man in her giddy state. “Promise me you don’t have any coffee this time.” Features scrunched up into a mock scowl but she was past the point of being able to be serious and she started laughing. 

[clecx]

↳ @silasowens

Cleo had not been paying much attention to her surroundings. There was just so much on her mind to preoccupy her conscious thoughts. Her mind whirled with all the things she had to do before she could even think of going to bed as well as an idea she was playing with for a series she could do herself to put up in a gallery show. Standing on the corner waiting for the light to change, Cleo’s lips moved silently sometimes as she rattled off her to do list in her mind. When it turned green to cross, a familiar shape walked right past her. At first, Cleo didn’t recognize him. But as the streetlamp shone down on her, she was hit by the sudden realization. Silas Owens. Picking up her speed, she started to chase after him before she could think how incredibly stalkerish that was. “Hey! Wait!” She called out and ran after him, avoiding the path back to her apartment. “Silas?”

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↳ @kenzblackwood

Keira locked the door as she made the last call for a goodnight to the couple heading out into the night. A night in the middle of the week was of course a slow one. Which was why she closed early at 11 pm during the week. There was a slight growing chill in the night air that promised the coming fall. Yet, the warm weather persisted. Keira turned to walk back to the bar which Kenz was currently behind. “That was a slow night.” She sighed and ran a hand over her face while elbows leaned into the polished wood of the bar. “Thanks for sticking around. I could have handled it myself, but I appreciate the company.”

[clecx]

↳ @tomasfekete

A fresh start had been exactly what she had needed. Cleo truly thought he had been the one. They had been dating for years and the cohabitation had grown quite serious. Visions of brilliant diamond rings had danced in her head. Yet, it all came crashing down. It truly reminded her of the famous scene in Legally Blonde - a fancy dinner in one of their favorite places had spurred her to think this was it! He was going to ask her to marry him! Instead he gripped her hand across the table and uttered the words ‘I think we need to break up.’ Cleo Lockwood felt truly like a fool and she didn’t like feeling that way. So, it hadn’t been long before she packed up her whole life and moved to New Orleans. The change would do her good. 

Yet, the move had made her lose all of the contacts for models she had built up in Boston. That was a shame as she had lost some truly good models. After settling into her apartment, Cleo had put up ads looking for some new models. One man got back to her quickly and he was certainly a brilliant surprise. His bone structure brought so much to mind. If he could model and bring the emotions she hoped to evoke he would be wonderful to photograph in low light. Tonight he would be coming over for a session and Cleo was finishing preparing for him when the sound of the knock rang out. With a flourish and a grin decorating classic features, Cleo opened the door. “Tom? Please, come in. I’m so glad you agreed to model.” 

[clecx]

“Wait - don’t move.” The light behind the person set them ablaze in such a manner that Cleo could not not but take a picture of them. Completely accidental, but the lighting was perfect in this moment. The camera was lifted as she snapped a few pictures. 

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↳ @lucaxjack

The effect of the surrounding hedge walls on fire gave the impression that one was trapped in a burning inferno. Logically there had to be a way out of here though. They were not trapped. But, the explosion had pushed Serena off her feet and caused her head to slam into a bench. A dull wailing could be heard in the depths of her head. Squeezing her eyes shut, Serena tried to block out the smoke that was pushing into her lungs and had her doubled over in a coughing fit. A pair of dark shoes appeared in front of her. He looked familiar, but Serena couldn’t place him besides belonging to the Scarlet Syndicate. “Bastard. What did you do?” She growled darkly. 

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↳ @lkngry

The slim phone was slid back into the delicate clutch at the sight of the familiar brunette hair. “You’re late.” Serena stated with a frown. Was this going to be like years ago when Lukas would occasionally ask her to look after his siblings? Laken was only two years younger than Serena and had always gotten offended when her brother would dare to do such a thing. Tonight she was sure Laken would absolutely see this as Serena babysitting her. Instead this was for everyone’s protection. The masquerade might be shown to the public as a ball for Arthur who hoped to be mayor. But she knew the guest list included Scarlet Syndicate members as well as innocent neutral citizens. How she hoped that the Syndicate had enough morals to not set off a trap when innocent bystanders could be hurt.