#escxpiism

[papcrplancs]

Allison had never been a fan of theme parks, carnivals, or fairs. Anything fun crowded was not her thing. But, here she was, pretending to enjoy herself as much as she could. But, the stress of crowds, work, and her Sister made it difficult. Work had saddled her with a project way outside of her grasp, and not a single one of her co-workers was of any help. That paired with the fact that her Sister was wandering around of the Streets of New York, intoxicated, while living texting Allison her mental breakdown, was enough to drive anyone batty. Her phone buzzed twice, illuminated with two notifications: A reminder to breathe from her meditation app, and a text from her Father asking how the project was coming along. Allison groaned, looking away from the screen in hopes that it would somehow make both of the reminders disappear. As her eyes opened, they locked onto Alice, of all people. Sitting at Coney Island, seemingly in one piece, and something in Allison snapped. She snaked her way through the crowd to land in front of her Sister, not even taking a breath before she started. “Alice, what the hell? Are you kidding me? You can’t do that kind of thing to me. Or anyone for that matter. Do you have a brain in your head?”

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[tomdrisko]

CLOSED STARTER for @escxpiism​​ LOCATION: alley on the way to the plaza

Tom loved their friend but they rolled a terrible joint and unfortunately Tom was only realizing this now when he was left with nothing he could do about it. He’d manage to get one drag on it before the darn thing tunneled. It left Tom feeling frustrated when his intention here had been to relax, or more accurate, continue relaxing as the weed they’d smoked before meticulously doing their eye makeup was wearing off. They wanted a little extra boost of chill before proceeding to meet a ton of new faces he’d have the chance of running into at work after this. As gregarious as Tom could be being new still sucked. 

So Tom let out a huff before composing themself. If a wasted joint was the worst thing that happened to them tonight then they should be grateful. He was in the process of coming to terms with this sacrifice when Tom realized they weren’t alone and the elegant attire instantly had Tom tucking his joint behind his back like he was seventeen again. “You look very bewitching tonight,” Tom complimented them noticing the outfit before they registered who it was. Alice. The compliment didn’t ring any less true once he figured out who it was. 

[papcrplancs]

msg: alice adams

Allison: Hey

Allison: this whole thing sucks, and it shouldn't have come out this way. if you need anything, please let me know

Allison: it's not important, but you did what needed to be done.

[tomdrisko]

closed starter for @escxpiism​ LOCATION tom’s apartment, evening 

Tom was becoming more on edge the more settled they got at Masters. Something sinister lurked in the belly of the beast they all worked in and Tom couldn’t figure out why. Everyone was an adult and lived lives and experienced moments of growth and change and it put a vile taste in their mouth watching someone dredge up people’s pasts and personal business. Still, despite Tom’s efforts to stay out of people’s business (unless it was brought up to him directly) it was impossible for it not to trickle down to him. It didn’t take very long when it involved someone they considered to be a new friend either. 

He regretted the google searches they’d made trying to piece together how Alice could’ve done...that. The remorse didn’t come because of the information he’d found, that was a harrowing experience and Tom saw Alice in the right even if the law might say otherwise. No, it came because she hadn’t been the one to inform him. Any feelings of guilt he might be experiencing he pushed away when they finally were able to hang out with Tom with the promise of weed (that she is supplying but Tom is funding), drinks, and a copy of Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School they’d happened upon while thrifting and had to pick up with her in mind. Hopefully the comfort film could take her mind off things. Tom was in the middle of making simple syrup when he heard his apartment buzzzzzzz. He turned off the burn, tidied what miniscule mess he made before opening the door. “Hey,” Tom greeted her with a smile. “I forgot to ask if you liked whiskey because I’ve got all the stuff to make a good sour tonight but I’ve got vodka too.”

[papcrplancs]

Kim wasn’t sure if it was that desperation to participate in “hot girl summer” at the last minute, or if people suddenly cared more about their health-- she doubted that with the copious amount of weed and alcohol this companies employees ingested --but she was as busy as ever. It seemed like everyone wanted to train all of the sudden, and as much as Kim loved her job, she loved her free time more. Enough so, that when yet another person scheduled a consultation with her, it took everything in her not to cancel. But, she was strong willed, and decided to take the time to meet this new person. Just not strong enough to show up on time. It was an accident, really. She overslept, it was nice, she had to park the bike. Her lack of punctuality was understandable in her book. She sped into the gym, still clad in her leather jacket to spot-- oh, god, what was his name? Jim? Jeff? No, it was like that one fairytale -- “Jack! Hey, sorry, I’m late.” Please let me have gotten your name right. She plopped down on a seat across from him. “So. You want to start working out.” She said, leaning back in her seat, a smile on her face. “You have any background? Sports, activities, previous work on a health journey?” 

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[ofviclins]

gwen didn’t take alice for a gala person - just from their brief previous conversation. then again, it wasn’t like gwen was a gala person either. truly, social schmoozing was her least favorite kind of social interaction. “i can never be drunk enough for these.” and since she was on a break from being part of the string quartet playing that was especially true. if they went with a d.j. like any other year gwen would be sitting by the bar avoiding everyone. ( @escxpiism​ )

[blah-keh]

imessage 📲 ally cat 😻

blake: okay okay okay

blake: so i'm tired and have a reading headache and have the alphabet stuck in my head again

blake: what do? how fix? help?

[virosnonpaenitet-blog]

Vampirically (Closed Rp)

Continued from here with @escxpiism​

♦ — Arlert — ♦

♦ — To say he was worried was the understatement of the decade. It had been around two weeks since he last heard from Levi. They had plans to meet and the mans apartment. He had just stopped on his way home to pick something up, at least that’s what Armin had been told. Yet he never showed. He stayed the entire night, hoping something would come up, a text, anything. Yet there was nothing. Soon enough a day passed, then a week, and now they were on week two without a word from the dark haired man. Horrible thoughts swam through his head, causing him to clutch at his stomach and hope they weren’t true. Everyone had tried to assure him that Levi was probably safe, but they were starting to sound unsure anymore.

Where is he?!

♦ — Dark and stormy, and just as well his Grandfather out of town that night proved to be one of the worst without Levi around. Normally they would sit around and cuddle on these nights. Spend time together and watch movies. All he got, however, was a cold bed and a pillow clutched to his chest, trying to pretend it was his lover.

♦ — Suddenly a loud knock could be heard from the door, and had he been a cat in a cartoon he’d have been stuck to the ceiling. Who in the hell was crazy enough to be out in this storm? Maybe Eren was having car troubles again. Actually, Armin was sure that’s exactly who it was, though he hoped to see a certain undercut wearing raven haired man at his door. Sighing the kid stood and made his way down the stairs and slowly to the door. With one tug it was open.

“Eren, what did you do to-”

♦ — Words caught in his throat as he caught sight of Levi. He was there, after having been missing for two weeks. His blue eyes filled with tears as a hand shot to his mouth.

“W-Where?! How?! Levi!”

Oh thank god he’s safe… But… he looks different.. His eyes… they are glowing.. and.. red?!

🔪 — Two weeks ago, the only thing in the world that Principal Ackerman was really worried about was his plans with his boyfriend, who happened to be a student of his as well, and the fact that they would be meeting at his apartment that evening to spend some time together. He’d just needed to pick up a couple movies from the local rental place, to give them something to watch while they curled up on the sofa together - it was all so simple, so easy, just like things had usually been with Armin. Despite the bumps in the road, the circumstances that had brought them together and the fact that they had to hide it from everyone, their relationship had been smooth, easy. Life was, at last, looking up for Levi again, and he couldn’t have been happier about that.

🔪 — But nothing in his life could ever stay easy, now could it? Something always had to go wrong for him. Of course, usually when things went wrong, it was something that he could fix, or at least buffer and make better. In this case, there was very little he could actually do about the situation... After all, just what were you supposed to do about becoming a vampire?

🔪 — The first week had been a haze of blood-lust and confusion, and honestly, he didn’t remember most of that first week now. By the second, things felt clearer, or at least they were starting to get that way, though he was certain that could be attributed to the unsuspecting girl he’d drained a couple evenings before arriving on Armin’s doorstep. He should have felt guilty about it, and somewhere in his subconscious, he honestly did, but right now, all he could really think about was finding Armin, making sure that the blonde had been alright during his lover’s absence. Besides, if anyone in the world deserved an explanation for Levi’s sudden disappearance, it was the shocked  blonde who had just opened the door...

                                    “W-Where?! How?! Levi!”

🔪 — As soon as the tears started, Levi took a step closer, shaking off an inhumanely cold hand that was wet from the storm before reaching out to gently swipe the tears from his student’s face. It was an effort, in all honesty, to keep his movements at a human speed, but he was managing it for right now. Of course, that didn’t change the fact that he was so obviously not the same as he had been before the disappearance. Glowing red eyes filled with concern for the boy, and when the Principal sighed, his newfound fangs glinted in the dim porch lights.

                    “Yes, Armin, it’s me...                                         Is your grandfather home?”

🔪 — As soon as he had confirmation that they were alone, another sigh left the vampire - this one in relief. At the very least, he would have time to explain what was going onto his partner... well, what little he actually knew of what was gong on, that is. What had happened to make him this way, it was all pretty foggy, and trying to delve up the memories of that night gave him the worst migraine.

“Then lets get inside...      This obviously isn’t a conversation for the front porch.”