#exitium.starter

[sammyslamajammas]

Open for @exitiumstarters

Randy touched the unicorn as a joke. He didn't think much of it. But as he began to talk something was off.

"Thank you for coming." There was a slight shift " Truthfully I hate any type of event like this. I have to fake a smile to make you all happy. But I'm miserable as fuck. But the OEA has my fucking children so I have no choice. But I'd like to make one more comment about my opposition. " The mayor smirked

"Gianna if you are hearing this, you are one of the most pretentious people I have ever met. You suck at being for the people. I'm a jackass but at least I can pretend when some weird medieval man says he gave his money to a prince on the internet. I hope you don't have children, or grandkids, or nephew because yikes." Randy said flipping the bird.

"Now you can boo me. Please it gives an excuse to drink"

[traegics]

"You mind hurrying it up," Freya all but demands as she shifts impatiently, arms crossed at the register of the local apothecary. "I have very little time and very little patience."

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[strawberryxmagic]

while artemis loved a reason to get all dressed up, she wasn't so much of a fan of being told she had to attend the event. she didn't really like being told to do anything. and yet here she was. weary of what exactly the oea had up their sleeves. she didn't trust them as far as she could throw them. and she was sure none of the other supernaturals around did either.

she straightened her dress as she walked into the space, looking for any familiar faces that she could spend time with and make this event less boring. ( @exitiumstarters )

[oflautus]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― open starter / @exitiumstarters

in the short time that she had been in new orleans, she's learned and made adjustments. spinning like a top with ideas and implementing them. the harpists that had been hired to play at decora was now replaced by a local smooth jazz band and that change alone added to the ambience, appealing to patrons. cordelia moved across the gallery floor, her heels clicking, a smile forming on her lips as she took in all of the new faces. "i see you have great taste." she stated while approaching the closest person to her who just happened to be admiring the newest piece that she had acquired.

[xblindfoldcdx]

you couldn't be a mikaelson without having a bit of a chaotic side, and iliana was no exception to that rule. flipping through the stack of rather large bills that she had recently acquired, she couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes watching her. glancing up from the money, she offered the passerby a sly smile. ❝ what? ❞ she questioned with a raised brow. ❝ have you never seen a woman counting her cash before? ❞ // @exitiumstarters

[dmpled]

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“do I look like I’m interested in what you have to say?” eyes narrowed ever so slightly as her arms folded. all she wanted was peace and yet this person was starting to get on her last nerves. “do I need to spell it out? Can you not read between the lines?” Georgie questioned as she took a deep breath in trying to remain calm.

[lawfvlhunter]

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Suspicions confirmed, the missing hunters were dead. It wasn't a surprise, and she had told Asher as much, however, now the floodgates of questions had opened. She didn't care so much about vengeance for them, but she did want to know the responsible party and whether there was any connection to someone in the OEA as Asher (and now she) suspected.

A curfew was exactly what they needed, and she sat on a bench, smoking her cigarette and watching the clock. "Nearly 11," she mused, "need an escort home?"

[fragmcntedsouls]

@exitiumstarters ✦ oliver reine ✦ exitium.event002

Tugging at his collar with an agitated groan, Oliver pushed past the security on the door, ensuring to make his discontentment known for the forced invitation. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were lambs being led to the slaughter.

As per usual, the wolf made easy work of locating the bar; placing his arm down against the countertop without even giving the bartender the chance to speak.

"Make em doubles and keep em coming." That was the only real guarantee that he was going to survive the evening, by a healthy dose of self medicating. Having cut in, he figured that it was a gesture of goodwill as he motioned to the individual beside him "an' whatever their having too."