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[hxache]

open starter: for @boneyardstarters where: blockbuster video when: five-thirty in the evening.

Maybe renting Carrie for the sixth time in two months could fix her. Maybe a stiff drink would do twice the damage. One could only hope, as Lilura stood before the shelves transfixed. She wasn't looking for something new. She was looking for something known to her.

Her eyes continued to scan, wandering over title after title before she finally reached for an age-old comfort; The Lost Boys. Nimble fingers reached for the spine in unison with another, and the realisation sent a sigh—perhaps impatient, perhaps in concession—through her lips. It was pushed far enough back into the shelf to be the last available, and as much as she'd love a little vampiric horror to lift her mood, she turned to the other with mercy in her gaze.

"All yours," she surrendered. "You've got taste." Without so much as an adjective, Lilura's tone was as warm as it could be toward a stranger, and her eyes gentle despite their haunter gleam—the implication was clear. It was a compliment.

Perhaps a stiff drink and the sounds of a killer prom queen would have to be enough, after all.

[gxldenwxlf]

open starter for @boneyardstarters location: city hall

It was a simple game. A pencil holder sat on the far side of Wolfgang's desk. With one eye shut, he would simply fling a pen at it. If he got it in? Three points. If he hit it? One. If he missed? Minus one point, unless he forgot. Wolf was currently on fifteen points. Or, at least, he thought he was. It was hard to write down his score when his pen was regularly on the other side of the desk.

Wolf closed one eye, lined up his shot and -- damn. Fourteen points. He went to mark down the loss only to realize his pen was on the floor on the far side of his desk. With an annoyed tsk, he stood up from his chair and circled around to retrieve it. He scooped down, picked up the projectile, and paused, trying to remember what his score was now. It didn't come to him - and no bother. It was written down on a sticky note on his desk.

He stood back up and, as he turned, caught sight of someone just entering the office door. He popped up with a bright smile. "Oh, heya. Is there something I can help you with?" Wolf moved back to behind his desk, taking a quick glance at his notes. Fifteen points. Nice. "Or - wait. I was supposed to have something ready for you, I think. It's probably almost done. Just, uh... what was it?"

[somethignnclever]

location: dollhouse burlesque time: event 1997 being broad on purpose for: open! @boneyardstarters It wasn't the attention she enjoyed, it was the rush. Similar to hopping up on the stage at Glitter, or looking down the dip of a roller coaster, singing in front of a crowd presented a unique euphoria that she happily indulged in. One round, she covered You Oughta Know after being obsessed with Alanis Morissette for the last month, and now she belted out a rock version of Helter Skelter with her own blues voice, putting a twist on the vocals.

She's beaming by the time she bounces off the make shift stage, giggling and letting her friends know she'd be back after getting a drink, stopping at the karaoke sign up list again to see if there were any other songs that stood out. Eyes dart to the side, her body shuffling over a bit so the person next to her could read teh book.

"Please, if you know what you wanna sing go ahead, I'm not sure I'm gonna go again." She smiles, handing the pen over to her new counterpart. Were they here for karaoke? Who knows, she can't hear much, but she does know one of the bands is going to go on soon, and the host would probably be wrapping up. But if they wanted to be brave beforehand, she wasn't going to stop anyone.

[b4rredteeth]

OPEN STARTER from Harsh Gayakwad @boneyardstarters

location: random cafe

Harsh hadn't picked an occupation as an actor because he wanted fame and fortune, neither because he'd grown up thinking he was made to be a star. He'd wanted to prove to himself that all the things his mother had said about him were untrue, he wanted a life away from everything she'd build. He didn't just audition for every role he could find, he picked the ones where he could make people fall in love with him. The charmers, the bad-boys, the love-interest.

When he landed a guest role on Las Vegas Emergency, a hit series about a local hospital that dealt with all matter of unbelievable cases, led by the amazing and wonderful Jane Masters as Dr. Emmy Roberts, he threw all his boyish charms into the game.

Yet, three years later and now with his name appearing in the opening title sequence, he was faced with the very real danger that he couldn't walk the streets of Las Vegas without being spotted and recognised.

Out of breath and unsure if he was still followed, Harsh barged through the doors of a cafe and sat down at the table next to the window, quickly looking in his bag to produce a cap and throw it over his long brown hair. He bit down on his lip as he checked the street through the window, then turned to the occupant of the table with an apologetic smile, hoping that they were unfamiliar with him and he was safe from writing authographs.

"I'll buy you anything off the menu if I can hang out here for a bit." Hide out was more the term.

[acetakashima]

Open starter (@boneyardstarters) Where: Glitter Goulch Lounge When: May 30 late evening

"Betcha' I can stay on the mechanical bull longer than you," Ace said with a grin, a taunt if it was anything else. "Twenty bucks to see which one of us can ride it longer? Although I think I already know the outcome, but you can try."

In all honesty, Ace doesn't even know if he's going to win. But, it was always fun to make these kinds of bets. He likes the thrill of things and adding money to it doesn't hurt. It's also to make the stakes higher or just plain entice the other person to take up his challenge.

Ace is a local, has been going to this event for a majority of his life. He's had his fair share of riding that bull and has definitely lasted in riding it for at least eight seconds. He's going to try and break his record and having someone go against him is getting him excited.

"Would you prefer a higher amount? I don't mind it." he says before looking over to the mechanical bull. The person who was riding it is barely three seconds in and they're already slipping, then falls off of it. Ace laughs, amused at the person who fell and couldn't last a mere three-seconds on it.

There's a pretty long line for the mechanical bull so he gestures with his head towards the line to his companion, "You coming or not? Not a coward are you?" he taunts again with a grin.

[deatthtouched]

when:  march  20th,  1997

where:  the  weiss  wedding  reception,  cocktail  hour

who:  open  !

dominique  leans  against  a  wall,  people  watching  from  a  distance.  she  is  quite  the  social  butterfly  herself,  but  she  is  waiting  to  find  the  perfect  prey.  sipping  on  her  champagne,  cat-like  eyes  dart  across  the  room  to  analyze  each  of  the  guests.  it's  like  all  of  vegas  is  in  attendance  and  considering  the  kind  of  pull  that  the  weiss  family  has,  well,  she  wouldn't  be  surprised…

throwing  back  the  rest  of  her  drink,  she  places  the  glass  on  a  nearby  table.  contemplating  her  next  move,  dom  bites  on  her  lower  lip  as  she  makes  her  way  over  to  the  open  bar  to  order  something  with  a  little  more  of  a  kick.  she  steps  up  and  orders  something  strong  but  simple  –  vodka  soda,  only  for  someone  to  end  up  tapping  on  her  shoulder.

“oh  shit!  did  i  cut  you?”  she  flashes  the  other  a  smile.  “my  bad…  here  ya  go,”  she  nods  towards  the  bartender,  “here,  take  ‘em  first..  i  didn’t  realize.”

[outlcws]

with: @boneyardstarters where: cupid's arrow when: first week of february

Boris didn't care for the glitz and glamor of most of the bars that littered the city of Sin, but he had to take it or leave it most nights. He ignored the fanfare and the shows that they hosted, intoxicated bastards placated by anything shiny and luring to the eye enough to dig deep into their wallets and slap another wad of cash for another round on the table, or maybe over-tip. He saw it at the Glitter Gulch Lounge all the time — his late wife had never been the type to run credit cards and pick money out of billfolds of people in too deep to notice. The Cupid's Arrow was more muted in a criminal sense, lively and vivacious colors and unique outfits compared to the unpalatable low-effort joints. Although he didn't have much conscious interest, his eyes lingered here and there, absorbing the on-going performance with a little more subdued apathy than usual. Tapping an empty glass and sliding it forward for another refill, the happenstance of a caught eye struck up conversation. "I hear this place almost got shut down the other week. They are thinking... Night Stalker is a regular here?" Surprisingly, really, that people weren't throwing down their elan and exiting in droves.

[sxllout]

open starter for @boneyardfm after february 1

If nothing else, Graham was thankful to be indoors. He reminded himself of this fact as he emerged through the basement door, dusting off cobwebs that - no matter how he tried to avoid them - always managed to find their way onto his clothing. A small device beeped slowly in his hand. As expected: there were no ghosts, only spiders.

“Yeah, no, I think we’re good down there,” he said to the person on the other side of the door. “Thanks for waiting. I swear Mrs. Dennison calls me out here every month, and I keep telling her - it’s not a haunting, just your pipes.” He took a few steps forward and let the door to the cellar swing shut behind him.

“Problem is, this door sticks every time. And I don’t wanna get stuck down there.” He stashed the device in a messenger bag hanging off his shoulder. “So thanks for keeping me from the horror of Mrs. Dennison’s basement. Technically I could be done with this sweep, but if you’ve got a bit more time… would you mind helping me finish the rest of the house? She’s a good egg, so I like to keep her happy.”