#charmstarter

[charmingmarley]

There was a certain charm to the laundromat. The squeaky linoleum flooring, the hum of the machines lining the walls, the smell of detergent--almost like stepping into a time machine, or more like a place where time simply stopped. There was a kind of peace that fell over Marley upon entering the building, even if it was with a full laundry bag in tow. She’d place her headphones over her ears, do a couple loads, read a couple chapters of her book...but as she set up station at one of the empty machines, and reached for the suspiciously light detergent bottle on top of her pile of clothes, she realized that may be difficult to achieve. Even before she shook the bottle, she knew it was empty, a sigh escaping her lips as she vaguely thought back to the last time she did laundry, and set the empty detergent bottle back into her laundry basket for a reminder to buy more. Fat load of help that was, Marley. 

Going over the options in her head, movement from the corner of her eye caught the blonde’s attention, the machine next to her having been occupied. Figuring it couldn’t hurt to ask, she leaned in closer, a carefully curated half-embarrassed smile on her lips as she asked, “don’t suppose you’d be willin’ trade some detergent for whatever your heart desires from that vendin’ machine over there?” 

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[cruelcasualties]

open to: everyone | @charmingextras​ location: rendezvous

The red hues of the lights that glittered around Rendezvous made Blue believe it was the hues of the sunrise, that he had been there far longer than most. It had dissolved quickly into another scheme, though, and once more time was no more than a construct within its walls. The bass swallowed him whole, and he tilted his head back into the black that danced behind his eyes. Exhaustion was close, but his fingers found his lips and parted them with a bitter pill. He wouldn’t be gone until they’d kick him out, which with his reputation, was always a hit or miss if someone would beat the bouncer

The stillness he found on the swarming dance floor tugged at him, a hand grabbing his and spinning him. He let our a roar of laughter, swearing he could see it vibrate of the perspiration that glistened off the bodies of those around him.

“Woah, woah, slow down or I’m gonna be sick,” Blue laughed, but he dipped into the turn of the room to match the pace of the music. His own body became slick with something, possible the spill of a drink mute against the bass. “Shit.”

[landcnteller]

status: open

location: hale’s diner

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“You’ve got me for five minutes before Hale’s threatening to dock my wages,” Landon says, rolling his neck until he feels the satisfying crack of bones stiff from hours hunched over the cash register. 

[felonford]

status: open

location: charming auto

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the long extended whistle marks her sheer disbelief at the mess they’d made. her smile inappropriate to say the least when looking at the wrecked vehicle. but she didn’t see the crash when she looked at it. only the pieces, each interlocking section for her to dive into as she squats down to get eye level with the wreckage. her hands push up the sleeves of her jacket to sit just above her elbows, and she looks fascinated, enamored even as she stares longingly at the metal. “what the hell happened here?”

[luckycortes]

open to everyone location a local park/playground tagging @charmingextras​

Lucky usually enjoyed her weekends alone, the one time during the week when Flynn’s father had custody of him, but as was often the case he’d managed to miss pick up time and Lucky had been left hanging. It didn’t really bother her, she was used to being the baby momma of a guy who was more interested in motorcycles and committing felonies than being a father, but Flynn was getting older now, starting to notice when his dad didn’t show up, and that made her upset. She was never one to hide how she felt, and even though she’d done her best to smile as she walked Flynn to the playground, now that he’d run off to play with friends, she sat on the bench sulking, her face showing a less than cheerful woman on full display. “Is that dog yours?” She questioned, looking to the person next to her before she gestured towards a dog running near the playground, off their leash. “That is so irresponsible.” She muttered, usually she kept her....Karen-isms to herself, preferring to write a letter to city hall or an email to whatever brand had wronged her, than to actually confront someone in public, but today just wasn’t her day, and god help the person who was violating by-laws right in front of her. 

[oblivioned]

*  open  :  @charmingextras​  .

      “ down to my last quarter. ” she watched as the coin swept the air, light catching the nickel-plating causing it to sparkle ... like a hidden gem in a video game. wasn’t long before it was back in her grip, eyes narrowed as she leaned over to focus on the multicolored music box. then it dawned on domino, an idea. one far better than wasting her change on herself. “ hey ! ” she quipped, turning to address the other. “ i’ve got a challenge for you. ” her delivery was met with a quirk of her brow and a curl of her lip, “ i want you to take this quarter and pick out the worst song on this jukebox. ” a beat. “ and much to your probable dismay, it’s not actually mambo no. 5. ” she tilted her head. “ so –– you up for it ? ”

[cruelcasualties]

open to: everyone | @charmingextras​ location: renegade 

At some point, Blue had grown tired of wrestling ghosts. He woke up every night in a sweat at a loss of how to fight the monsters he made up in his head that clawed at him under the sheets. He was tired of replaying New York and alleyways in his head with no way of knowing how to change the script. Even if he couldn’t change what happened, he wanted to at least know how fight back in his own head. 

The only solution that had worked thus far had been at Renegade. It had come with its challenges, from aching muscles to an aching soul, but Blue had learned well. It took some time, but he found a way to defend himself even if it was just to sleep better at night. Some nightmares didn’t startle him awake anymore, whether it be because he was too exhausted or he could change the memory of a hit into one formed at the gym. Despite his better intentions of forgetting the days where he couldn’t defend himself, Blue often took every hit personally and he returned it in a way that had gotten him a threat to sit out more than once. After one last kick despite being told to focus on punches, he was forced to take another break, yet the fight was still burning within him. He refused to stay still and he found himself pacing around. The vending machine, humming and weak, had taken a good hit from his fist and it shook down a few snacks in submission. He turned around, an arm full fallen but stolen victories. There was a moment of hesitation and finally Blue said, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”