#ccfmall

[ccfstephaniebrown]

The secret’s out || Open Starter

“Stupid reporters, but we got to tell everyone special before they did.”

[poisonousisley]

The weight that knocked rather suddenly into Pamela jolted her slightly, gripping at whatever - or rather, whoever - had just run into her by the shoulder - around the height of her waist - and pushing them back to hold at arms length. She narrowed her eyes down at the young boy, already stuttering out an apology, half in frustration and in curiosity. There was something familiar about the set of his jaw, his eyes...

The mystery was solved quickly when the man following after him came into her line of sight, her gaze flitting up to Oliver with a look of mild surprise. “Oliver.” She greeted, letting go of the boy’s shoulder, propping her hand on her hip instead. “This is the boy then...” She mused, cocking her head as she racked her brain for the name she was sure Oliver must have dropped at some point. “William, right?”

@themanbeneaththehood​

[centralcitysfinest-rp]

Happy Friyay Guys!

We hope that you guys are having a good Friday so far ( or Saturday for some who may have already burned through their Friday! ). 

We’re three days away from our next event! The Admin Team can’t wait to see the wonderful plots unfold in the next two weeks! 

This is a reminder to all groups that you should take the next three days to connect with your partners about the direction of your upcoming threads! We noticed that there are some preluding threads being conducted to introduce the event which is brilliant!!! 

Please message the main if you have any large plots for your characters during the duration of the event!

xoxo,

- The Admin Team

[drcaitlinxsnow]

Twenty minutes prior to this text. 

“I can’t remember the last time we had a normal date.” Caitlin snuggled closer to Ronnie. The mall buzzed with so many happy faces. She didn’t feel the anxiety closing in because there were too many people around for anyone to spot her. Her record wasn’t full scrubbed of the Oracle incident; Barry did his best to at least keep the police off her tail. “We shouldn’t put out a candy bowl this year; maybe we actually hand it out, what do you think?”

@firestormmatrix

[donna-darkstar]

Walking In With Good Intentions .:. Donna/Dinah/Amaya

Could this day get any worse?

Donna should have known better than to ask that by now, but something had her on edge all day. Like the world around her was sensing a looming and ominous presence - she couldn’t put her finger on what it was but something just felt off. Not to mention this day just seemed to go from bad to worse in a matter of seconds. While the cafe had finally reopened after repairs to the gas line, it seemed everyone in the city needed their coffee now and, even better, they were understaffed today as well. This meant the brunette was cleaning up yet another spilled latte when a man came stumbling through the front door, falling into various customers and creating overall havoc in an already chaotic environment.

Cursing under her breath, she rose from the mess to go see why someone would already be drunk out of their mind so early, on a week day no less, when a loud rumbling noise began to grow steadily louder. Donna had just enough time to reach the man - “Get down!” - and pull him and several other customers down when a loud explosion busted through the front windows of the store, shattering the windows in the wake of the explosion.

Yes. Yes today could get worse.

@drvkcs @thelegendofvixen

[zcrdanvers]

[ kara ]: alex! alex, are you there? [ kara presses the earpiece further into her ear and frowns ] alex, it’s kara! i need your help with something. where are you?

@agcntdanvcrs

[whitecanary-lance]

Into | Self Para ; Part Two

Sweet paralyzation No one here to keep me safe Hyperventilation

Sara. Sara....it’s me... Please come find me..

Sara’s fist curled in on itself as she approached the dimly lit circular table where the trinkets of the past no longer seemed to glow like they used too. The gold trimmed globe and crystal cut canter blurred against the glaring silhouette of the metal container that shadowed them. 

The death totem. 

Sara didn’t want to face the truth of her nature. Death had become of her and now it’s laced itself up in every woven fiber of her being. The scraping sound of glass grating echoed in her ears till her palms pressed into the cool metal. Don’t do it. Don’t open this.. the frantic voice that sounded from the base of her chest fell silent as the lid opened. 

“You found me.”

A shiver ran down her spine at the familiar voice that echoed in her head. Her stomach twisting up with the silvery tone that sang to her forever a c h i n g soul.

Her mouth ran dry by the silver spun strands that illuminated in the smoky florescent light that hung above her.  The blacked out mask hardly dulled the honeydew skin that dared to shine behind the darkness. Sara’s jaw clenched at the sight of the woman who stared back at her. “This isn’t real. You’re now--this can’t be real.” Sara’s fingers itched to reach out to the woman but stilled just a few inches. The intrusive glint of her rings distracted the pull of reality begging for Sara to fight the static sounds that crackled in the base of her mind. 

Sometimes a dream hurt less than the real longing desperation of guilty. 

“The totem chose you, Sara. You lived in the light and it still chose you.” Laurel’s honeyed words twisting in the base of her ears. “You know that this is the only way. You can control that darkness inside of you--hold dominion over the dead and we can be together again.” The crisp crackling sound eroded the singsongy memory of Laurel’s last encouraging send off. Sara felt had forgotten how soft spoken and raw her sister’s voice was. After all this time, she could remember every detail of the woman’s appearance and mannerisms; she just couldn’t recall the soft treble that once used to saturate her words. 

“Pick up the totem, Sara. Do it for me. It’s the only way to defeat Mallus. You know I’m right, little sis.” 

Sara swallowed back the desperate burn of her grief before loosing the obsidian colored amulet from the circular cushion that held it in place. Before she could rationalize the emotions that rumbled through her; the totem l a t c h e d around her throat like a noose. The world fell away and the static crackling silenced. 

[ccfvillains]

“The bells of the enlightenment are ringing closer, my love.” Clifford’s voice carried only in a whisper amongst the confines of his chair. Without the chrome outfitted helmet and wires, he blended in with the average man; the only glowing difference was his confinement to the chair. Marlize wheeled behind him, her hands strong but guided, as they navigated through the gluttonous patrons of the mall. 

No one truly cared about the pair beyond a few sympathetic glances. Clifford didn’t need their pity; soon enough they would be needed his mercy. “Everything you’ve predictive has come to fruition. We’re right on schedule.” Her voice a silken reminder of their steps towards victory. A cacophony of sound blared through the speakers, Beethoven Symphony #5, and rushed his eager bones. “It’s time we make our leave,” he turned to her with a mischievous smile. 

“I wonder if Mr. Allen is ready.”