#adarpstarter

[danielandxrs-blog]

Daniel turned his head when he heard someone speak behind him, he smiled at the person “can I help you?”

[mistress-mavenn-blog]

She sat in the empty nightclub, looking around. There was a cracked mirror, the result of a fight the previous night, she had already called the company to fix it multiple times, and yet they were late, and they were set to open soon. If there was anything that could get under Charlotte’s skin, it was a late repairman. When she heard the door, she didn’t bother to look up, simply spoke in a bitterly irritated tone. “You are over three hours late, and now have less than an hour to repair that mirror. It better be completed before my first patrons come.”

[scarlettxwilliamsxad-blog]

It was rare for Miss Gilbert to supply Scarlett with paints and canvases (unless it was requested or bought for her by either a master or mistress) or during events such as these. Carnivals were a time of fun -- and while her bands still restrained her, not allowing her from straying too far from her post, it still let her see the world outside. But she couldn’t help letting out a sigh, couldn’t help thinking to a time before her confinement. When, instead of stuck only in one section, dressed and pampered by personal stylists to attract potential customers, she could be roaming both sections of the carnival with her beloved daughter. 

But, attempting to find the sliver of silver lining, at least Miss Gilbert allowed her to paint. Portraits and Sketches -- her own-make-shift personal booth that she saw to with a few others. Though with another manning the booth itself, Scarlett strayed from her seat by the canvas to watch the bustle of guests -- families laughing, children dancing, and everyone getting five minutes of fame at the karaoke stage. It was then she caught you lingering from the corner of her eyes, perhaps staring. “Oh -- sorry. I didn’t see you there, were you here for a self-portrait?” she queried.

[miss-avamorales-blog]

“Can I get you something? You look like you could use something to drink..”

[ashesxoftheinnocent]

Sitting in a diner as a slave certainly wasn't how Hollis expected his life to be...but there he was. All thanks to his sister, someone he thought he trusted. But that was clearly wrong. Not only that, but he was surrounded by things he thought only existed in the movies and books. He was on edge but he had to keep a straight face. They couldn't see him sweat. The male sat with his tea that he dumped about twenty packets of sugar in to give some flavor, as his blue eyes shifted around, taking in everything around.

[nikolai--reznikov]

“Ten bucks says the Penguins win this one too,” he said, muttering to the person nearest to him--the unlucky patron of the night. New to the area, Niko was only familiar with two places: his house and the bar. Three days in, he’d already spent close to twenty hours on a bar stool he’d claimed as his own drinking scotch until closing time and chatting up whatever poor stranger that wound up sitting within earshot. Today was no different. The alpha had a row of empty glasses lined up, leading to his mostly full current drink and they all were temporary distractions from the hockey game playing on the t.v. overhead.