#axel001

[angeloconnor]

Status: closed @axel-mathis​

Location: fairgrounds 

Angel tells them she’ll be right back, she just has to use the restroom real quick. Of course that’s not true. It’s just a dumb excuse to get away for a minute or two, just an enough time to feed a need without any added, extra judgement. She’ll be fast, she tells herself. 

“Goddamnit,” She grumbles under her breath, met with an occupied sign for each and every porta potty she passes. Her simple plan isn’t going so smoothly, so now what? Angel improvises, glancing over her shoulder to ensure the coast is clear as she ducks behind the side of the rented restrooms. As she digs into her pocket, retrieving the little dime bag and her house keys, she surveys her surroundings again just to be safe. With the coast clear, she goes through the motions - opening the baggie, scooping a bit of the contents up on her key, bringing it up to her nose, and inhaling. Did she just do a line with friends? Yes, but she needed more. 

Angel drops the bag and her keys back into her pocket, blinking a few times and rubbing under her nose. “Okay,” She nods, sighing to herself as she turns, jumping at the sudden company that joins her. “Fuck,” She says, clearly and naturally startled. The initial fear, however, quickly turns into annoyance. “Can I fucking helping you?” She asks. 

[bowieleblanc]

Status: closed @chrmxiing​

Location: The Dive

Boredom and unaddressed loneliness tends to lead them back to The Dive, even when they’re not dancing for the night. It’s something to do, they guess. And really, it’s not too bad of a place to hang out whether they’re working or not. There’s always something to do, something or someone to see. But nursing a vodka cranberry at the bar has even run its course tonight. They decide to hop down from their stool, taking their sweating glass with them as walk around and crane their neck to see if there’s a familiar face worth speaking to. Hell, they’re even interested in taking a stranger home, whichever happens first. The chances of either happening, however, seem slim to none. Maybe it’s just time to take my ass home, Bowie thinks to themself and lets out an audible sigh. They move back towards the bar, their mind set on paying their tab when the finally see a familiar face they’ve been hoping for. “I can’t leave now. The party’s here,” A light, teasing laugh comes from Bowie as they approach Axel. They give him a friendly little embrace before stepping back. “How you doin’, baby?” They smile.

[marlbros]

❪     𝐅𝐎𝐑  @axelroy​      ❫

            standing outside of axel's door ,   something  in  neels  has  notably  shifted . as  open  as  he  is  in  love ,  he’s  equally  as  reticent  in  his  shame .  his  abhorrent mood  is  only  exacerbated  by  the  hangover - induced  pounding  of  his  brain  inside  his  skull  that  has  him  stand  back  a  bit  before  he  knocks —-  half  sure  that  he’s  about  to  adorn  the  front  door  with  his  stomach  contents .  he  hasn’t  given  himself  a  spare  second  to  dwell  on  her ,  to  let  it  all  sink  in .  as  long  as  he  leaves  the  break  up  floating  on  the  surface ,  barely  piercing  the  bubble  of  his  consciousness  —-  he  doesn’t  have  to  spiral  into  the  pit  of  emotion  he  knows  is  waiting  for  him  on  the  dark  underbelly  of  one  of  these  days .  he  knocks  with  the  toe  of  his  shoe ,  eyes  trained  on  the  ground  in  front  of  him  so  axel  can’t  read  absolutely  everything  in  his  eyes  the  instant  he  opens  the  door .  “  tell  me  you  already  heard  so  i  don’t  have  to  go  over  the  fucking  details  again .  ”  he  practically  begs ,  exhaling  the  breath  he’d  been  unknowingly  holding  while  he  waited . 

[rollingheads-blog1]

@incinders

Man, this guy certainly has his own flair, huh? He either just waltzed out of some mob meeting or a circus tent. Maybe both. The clown mafia. The Bozo Family. Their calling card would be a red nose. ...Wait, what was she talking about? Right, this person in front of her. Crap, she was staring and he totally noticed. Now she had to strike up a conversation or things would be weird. Shockingly hard to get good social skills these days.

“So, Clifford, how’s it hangin’? Ya see any fire hydrants lately?” 

What was supposed to be a friendly jab at the other’s hair, she realized, might have come off a little too mockingly. Woops.

[bewareforswear-a-blog]

@incinders ( event starter call )

They had set up this spot as one their many meeting places, but as Mal approached she noticed a distinct lack of that familiar blaze of red hair. This was odd, because it was usually Mal that ran late, either because of her own delinquent activities, or because she liked to go at her own leisure and by the time she got around to meeting with Axel, he’d already been waiting on her. A long frustrated sigh passed through her lips. She didn’t like to wait on other people.

Mossy green eyes scanned the immediate area in search for him, as if he’d possible gone to get them some snacks and would be back soon - she hoped he had, anyway - and she eventually found him sitting comfortably on a nearby fire escape, his legs dangling precariously over the ledge and seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Mal scoffed. He could have at least texted her. 

“Hey!” She called up to him, a teasing little smirk on her lips.

 "If you're gonna jump, do a flip."