#c:adrian

[atlasxsinclair]

starter for @adriansinclair Location: Sinclair Ranch

Sometimes the doctor enjoyed night time, he loved looking up at the night sky as he lay on top of his truck and just watch the stars. One of the good that he loved about the farmlands was that sometimes it was easy to see and watch the stars. Little light pollution. The doctor often found himself thinking and dreaming of another life, if he was honest night time and evenings like this when he was all alone, he could not help it but wonder if he made the right choice. Sometimes he felt caged and trapped and he hated the secrets that he kept. "We always have to look good. The world must never see we are far from perfect," Words that rang over and over in his head his mother's words. She only cared about the family image and nothing else.

He sighed as he took a sip of his drink and ran his hands through his hair as he sat on stairs to front porch of the ranch. He liked his cousin company. Adrian was more like a brother than cousin, he considered the younger male a cousin and they were someone he looked out for and protected. "You are pretty quiet tonight," he spoke as he looked at his cousin before taking a sip of his drink. He did not mind spending time with the male especially after a long shift at the hospital. Storm laying by his side.

"Have a lot on your mind?"

[rhiannonfalla]

who: @adrianmasri​ where: lecture hall when: early thursday afternoon

There was a simple solution to Rhia’s tardiness problem; adapt and wake up earlier than she would. Between nurturing a hangover and hating mornings, her first classes of the day knew to expect her several minutes after lectures began. She had yet to receive an absence notice this year but knew it was coming. Rhia slugged to her acoustics class with no sense of urgency, too preoccupied with her head fog to remember she hadn’t completed the reading for today.

The door creaked slowly open, revealing the inquisitive eyes of her peers who’d made it to class on time. Rhia didn’t so much as offer a cute, half-smile; instead, scanning the hall for an open seat. Without a second thought, she lumbered to the seat a few rows down, uttering small apologies as she passed other students in the row. She didn’t bother to give her neighbor a glance until she’d sat down, but she instantly recognized his dark helmet of curls. She looked up at Adrian’s face, grimacing at the reminder of how poorly she treated him.

Did he hold it against her? Did he even think about her? Rhia knew they’d shared a class together but figured it was big enough they would never cross paths. Of course she waltzed right to him and sat down like they were casual acquaintances. Maybe that was what they were reduced to now because of her. She set her bag in between her legs, turning to face the stage and failing to ignore him in her peripheral. After a few prolonged moments, she turned to Adrian again, peeking over to get his attention. “Hey,” she greeted in a soft whisper. “Did you- uh.... do the study guide?”

[sanfranvictoriag]

@adriancalderx​

Victoria was struggling a little, nothing bad but emotionally she felt drained after seeing Miles for the first time since she left New York it had been hard for her because she was riddled with Guilt, she knew what she had done and she knew she would have to live with it but seeing him again just made everything worse. She knew going to Adrian would at least help her calm down a little because he was always there for her in times when she needed it. She drove to Adrians place and as she got out of her car she knocked on his door waiting for a response from him. 

[xvillanueva]

After being born and raised in Chicago and then living in New York City for the greater part of her young adult life, Xyla Villanueva considered herself to be a pizza connoisseur, a pizzeria professional, a pie snob. She knew the places in her home town that served the best deep dish pizzas, and curated a similar list while in the city. There were the obvious choices like Keste Pizza & Vino on Bleeker street, Patzeria by Times Square and of course Joe’s Pizza on Broadway. But she also knew the best kept secrets like Grimaldi’s in Brooklyn. While she didn’t boast about this information to random strangers she pass on the street, some days it physically pained her to see people lining up and spending their hard-earned money for a flimsy slice of rubbery cheese.

She was on her way for lunch when she spotted a man standing in front of a shop, reading the menu. Her first thought was to leave him alone and to realize his mistake on his own. But with her favourite pizzeria just around the corner, she felt obligated to say something. Just this once.

“Don’t waste your money there,” she said, stopping a few paces away from the man. “All you’ll get is a lie as tough as cardboard and a one-way trip to the bathroom for the next two hours. Trust me. It’s not worth the 3$.” @adricnparker​

[suttonn-d]

Location: Adrian’s

Availability- Closed: @adriangwon

This was a bad idea; Laura having been no stranger to those. She fidgeted in her stance, her hands fiddling with one another as she awaited someone to answer the door. As much as she tried to push the whole Zakary situation out of her head it boomeranged right back. And despite the distance they were both holding one another at she felt compelled to well- seek out Adrian’s address. Having forgone why she needed it in the first place..

With the delay in the door being answered she was taking it as a sign, perhaps the universe was saying leave him alone you left him dizzed enough having taken him on a spin on your carousel of confusion. Turning on her heels, she was about to make her exit- more like make a run for it- when she heard the door open behind her. Laura having no choice but to turn and face the music. Offering a polite- albeit guilty smile- she spoke up. “Adrian hi!- I uh- thought.. no one was home. Sorry,” Scooping her bluntly cut dark tresses out of her face, she tucked the strands behind her ear- only for them to fall back to where she’d just removed them, “is Zakary home?”

[olivier--fontaine]

The message was unexpected. Olivier checked how long it would take him to get to the location, and he didn’t have time to pretend like he was going to think twice about meeting Adrian. The churning in his stomach was about as intense as it might be if he was attending a nice party and wasn’t sure if he was dressed formally enough. He was nervous...but not as nervous as he likely should’ve been. When he arrived, he wasn’t even fully expecting to see Adrian there.

[olivier--fontaine]

@castillo-adrian​

Not feeling well. Left early. Staying at a friend’s.

Olivier was furious. Twenty years ago, he’d uttered those same words to their mother over a payphone when he didn’t want her to see him coming home with fresh injuries from a rough fight. He’d noticed Thomas’s absence but assumed he was off with the same “friend” he was likely staying with. Olivier thought his younger brother would be back, but now the eldest Fontaine felt stranded on an island as he stared around at a party full of Rutherford loyalists he doubted were happy to see him there even alongside his brother.

His feet were moving the moment he saw Adrian. Even at a party, even with tequila in his system, he couldn’t turn off old habits, and it wasn’t just Thomas’s absence he’d noticed. “Where’s Thomas?” he asked, more demanding than he ever normally came across on a first encounter with someone. “I don’t give a shit what you’re all up to, just tell me - where’s my brother?”

[olivier--fontaine]

@castillo-adrian​

It was the first time Thomas agreed to hang out with Olivier more than once in a week, and when the man showed up, he suddenly realized it wasn’t just a casual drink with his brother. The other men present didn’t need to explain themselves - he could guess they all reported to the same people as Thomas. And he doubted they were going to be all that happy with a former St. Clair bodyguard showing up to drink with them. Was this his brother testing him, or his brother testing the other punks he called his associates now? 

A question popped into Olivier’s head that he knew he should’ve realized sooner - did Thomas have any idea what this was all about? Olivier was never the smarter of the two after all. Then again, for all he knew, this was just a favorite place of Thomas’s and some of his friends happened to show up after the brothers agreed to go out.

There wasn’t much time to ruminate on all the possible layers, or lack thereof, to this meeting. Faces he recognized had apparently been lurking in the corner and rose when Thomas and his friends took notice of them. Olivier was only about two steps into the establishment when the first half-full pint glass flew through the air. 

If it wasn’t his brother starting to throw punches, it might’ve been harder for Olivier to pick the side he did. It didn’t matter that the last time he saw Thomas take that hard of a hit it was from Olivier, all that mattered was making sure it didn’t happen again. Without hesitating anymore, he stepped in, fists raised, and landed a punch square in the face of the first St. Clair loyalist that turned to him.