#crimson.start

[silvcrstongued]

“ what’s new with you ? “ cleo leans back in her chair, smile written warmly against her lips. dimples on fully display. “ anything interesting to share with little ‘ol me ? “

[trevor-lloyd]

Status: Open to Everyone Location: Takedown

“You’re looking to get fit, or learn some self defense, maybe take up fighting as a hobby or even if you’re looking for something more serious than that. You’ve come to the right place.” 

He climbed under the rope and grabbed a towel off the turn buckle, wiping down his face as he made his way closer to the potential client. “So why don’t you tell me what brought you down here and we can work from there.” He glanced over to the new face and offered a smile. “I’m Trevor by the way, and I’m more than happy to help you with whatever you need.” Tossing the towel into a bin. The place was loud, heavy thuds from fists against bags and bodies, grunts, and weights clanging against each other. It was dirty and hot, and a lot of the equipment was already worn down when he bought the place, but it was his and it was where he felt at home. 

[rosesjustdie]

Location: neutral bar

Open to: everyone  @crimsonstarters​

Barely a year ago if someone had told Zoe she was going to make it to thirty she wouldn’t have believed them at all. Not with the events of the last year, and the fact that she even felt stable enough to go out and actually have a somewhat normal time was a miracle. A drink in her hand she smiled at her companion, holding it up in a toast fashion, “Here’s to 30. Gotta say, wasn’t sure I’d get here in one piece.”

[xofaddiction]

+open || the art institute of chicago || @crimsonstarters

once upon a time, abraham wished someone would appreciate his art the way these people did, but those days had long since faded. his art was worn with pride, etched into his skin with ink and blood in lines and shades of black and gray. rolling his shoulders, the walsh stood before a painting, it’s swirls of black, yellow, white and scarlet thick against the canvas. the lines were so thick, they cast shadows on the wall beneath it, the track lighting forcing the jagged valleys of the painting to appear deeper than they were. it was purposeful in it’s anger; there was torture in the painting, but total grip of control. glancing at the little accompanying card, he tilted his head, dark streaks of black falling in his vibrant gaze. “damn, this is oil?” he muttered under his breath. “bet this fuckin’ thing took at least a month to dry.” 

[crimsonfaux]

“Well, I don’t know if this is cursed being trapped in an elevator after that whole fiasco.” Zane’s hues flicker from the person across him to the flickering level 3 on the elevator. “I phoned up and they said it’s going to be a half hour. So may as well get comfortable.” 

[littlcxbirdie]

location: anywhere neutral

birdie had been locked in her apartment ever since her arrest. she hated how much it had freaked her out. but she needed to go to the store and pick up some more things in general. but she wished that she didn’t have to leave. she was content just hanging out in her apartment, avoiding people at all costs. her fingers ran through her hair as she turned the corner, almost bumping into someone. “fuck.” she muttered softly as she jumped. “i uh... i was not paying attention... i’m sorry.” she managed to stutter out. “too much going on in my head. 

[crimsxndesire]

Location: Centro Del Sole

Open: @crimsonstarters​

Alejandra smiled as she walked off the stage waving at the happy crowd as she disappeared from their view backstage. Show nights were always mayhem, with half naked women and women in elaborate costumes running around backstage, getting everything ready for their set. She had finished for the night and it was time to enjoy herself and support her fellow burlesque dancer friends. She grabbed her feather robe out of her dressing room before heading to the front to be a part of the crowd. "I'll have my usual." She spoke to the bartender as he made quick work of her drink. Handing it to her, "for you, from them," He told her, pointing at a patron. She smiled at the person who just bought her drink, "Are you enjoying the show?"

[silverncrimson]

Location: Art Institute of Chicago

Open to: Everyone | @crimsonstarters​

“Is my mind just playing tricks on me again, or is this bitch actually smirking at me? Staring at me like she knows all my dirty little secrets?” she muttered aloud, her dark hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously at the painting before her, feeling oddly unnerved by the all-knowing look on the painted woman’s face as she stared right back at her. The two of them having what seemed like a very intense staring contest, although it was a contest that Diamond would inevitably lose. “I don’t like it, it’s fucking creepy.”