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OPEN STARTER || EVENT 001.

this was the last place that ariya wanted to be. some kind of masquerade ball for once again, something she had no interest in. if she wasn't a level i, she probably would have found some lame excuse to not attend and spent the night alone. technically speaking she was still spending her night alone but this time she was in too tight of a dress while the person she kind of wanted to come to this lame event with was on someone else's arm. even more of a reason not to be here.

grabbing a glass of champagne, she leaned her back against the bar. taking a few sips from the glass, she let her eyes scan the crowd of masked faces. everyone in some sort of disguise helped ease her nerves slightly. she tried to tell herself she wasn't looking for a certain "couple" in the crowd but she would be lying. why had talia agreed to come with him of all people?

lost in her own thoughts she hardly felt the person come up next to her at the bar. "sorry, i wasn't paying attention. i can move over if you want."

#cc.event #cc.open #( interaction . )#( ariya ; interaction . )#eye tried #you obviously don't have to match #she might be a little nicer here especially bc she's drinking and masks

— ROULETTE. WHEN: the grand opening of anderson laboratories. WHERE: the open bar. WHO: open to all.

How he got back here is a pretty easy guess — why he's staying back here is anyone's guess. ( a breather, a break. He's been dragged, it feels like, from here and back and all over again in the very few hours he's been here. Tonight has not gone to plan, to say the very least. ) A towel is slung over one shoulder, the white sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up past the elbows with a few mysterious stains he isn't focused on. Tattoos spot across his forearms, a patchwork of styles and designs mingling with the scars & wounds from a life lived running. He's lost his tie somewhere between that here and there — sorry, Kenji, but you're probably not getting that back.

The mask remains, however. This is what separates him from the actual bartenders. An inaccurate skeletal dog head — wolf head? He asked for a dog but it looks more like a wolf? Is it the ears? — covers half his face. His shirt opened, the top few buttons having more or less ripped open to let in a little air, reveals the tattoo wrapped around his neck — a meticulous lines detailing the accurate muscular and skeletal anatomy of an opened throat. A map on where to dig your teeth in if you get lucky.

Hiroji is not feeling lucky tonight. He had a plan and then fourteen other fucking plans suddenly derailed his plan. It feels like the second he stepped foot in here, he's been running. He just needs a job. He just needs to do something. Everything can sort out itself out later. "Alright, what can I get you? I don't know what they have and I don't care but I can probably find it and make whatever you want."

#[ event 001. ]#[ openers. ]#[ roulette : threads. ]#pov u met hiroji during a lull of his absolute horrible no good very bad event day #we. can go shorter ( and i might )#cc.event #cc. open

aiyana moreno : ( blitz ).

grand opening gala. full lewk here.

#cc.event #am : musing

THE GRAND OPENING ( OUTFIT ) HARU LEE

#cc.event #( iv ) ⇾ photography : haru

malee chanthara ( basilisk ) — grand opening event

#cc.event #* malee: visage.#the way i need her to be extra bc hanbin is a basic bitch omg

Open for anyone.

TJ took a deep breath and focused. He was not about to think too hard about what was just said. Or what has happened to him to get him to this point. Or the possiblity his brother could may as well knew this .TJ might be a cerberus agent but he was also a firefighter. For TJ that comes first and foremost. TJ slipped on a the red windbreaker and gathered as much water as he could. He passed the water bottle to the person and sit near them. Just distract the person long enough to get them calm and hydrated.The rest can come later

"You ever heard of the Montreal Screwjob?" He asked opening his own bottle to take a sip of water.

#cc.open #cc.event #(hi this is tj; hes the good hearted firefighter; anyway please take care of him)

i have to get out of here. it was the only thought running through his head through during andersen's speech, yet jackson stood stunned with the rest of the crowd. the world was frozen for a second before pandemonium broke. he remained stuck, too panicked to kick into action. instead, he felt their agitated buzz in his stomach, his chest, his head. a tickle in his throat, and he was coughing into his hand, practically unnoticed in the chaos. after a few moments, there sat four yellow-jackets, who seemed to almost be looking at him expectantly.

"this cannot be happening," he said to himself hoarsely. jackson closed his hand over them, gently holding him against his palm. directed desperately at the person closest to him, he said, "this—that can't be true, right?"