#fallenstarter

[windreiter]

@fallenstarter​

“So that’s the famous bridge?” Ferin slowly turned around, taking in the vast shimmering lake - so big he had first thought he stood at the shore of another sea, one he had yet to travel upon, and looked over the massive bridge that span across the water, right to the doors of the ancient library. It was crowded, with stalls selling good, another branch of the market day, and people, so many people. “Excuse me?”, he spoke to no one in particular but was clearly confused, “Is that a small theater party? On the bridge? And traveling performers?” This city surely was insane. Market Day, what an... occasion.

[whitcwidow]

The art of seduction happens to be in every widow playbook even if it stunk of desperation, especially if it is the first defence of some widows and she always felt dirty after focusing such an act. To get to her target, she had to pose as the smart dumb blonde - taking everything she had learned from watching endless hours of Marilyn Monroe and other silver screened blondes - despite playing a redhead tonight. Though things got a little messy from miscounting for the first time how many guards this certainly had, underestimating his men power. She got out of the penthouse, quick to flee down the alleyways like a ghost and a change of outfit and ditching the red wig on a dumpster to miss lead those on her tail. The one thing she struggled with was getting her boots on, timing was a little slow paced and one of the goons caught up to her which she was quick to silence forever and wiping her blade on the dead man’s shirt before slipping it into her boot, briskly exiting the alleyway. Blue hues scanning over all the faces, seeing many groups and yet it was as if she was looking for a fight tonight seeing as she singled out the only person on their own - not a fight with the person she was now targeting but the men poorly seeking her. Her arm slinked around their elbow whilst her hand ghost down their forearm as she eased to their side. “Play a long,” Yelena whispered in her thick Russian accent, peering over both of their shoulders though the way she did it was as if she was looking at the store front, seeing a few goons looking rather angry about the dead guy she left in the alleyway. “Pretend your a main character in a spy film.” 

@fallengothamstarters​

[nvbledc-blog]

Walking down main street, Alina took in the sights of Chicago. Nothing much has changed since she was last here except this time the Original she smell the blood shed in the air. So the rumors are true, she thought. Letting out a small sigh at the thoughts that flooded her mind next Alina took a seat at an outdoor cafe. There she ordered herself an espresso and watched people walking by her. 

“I come back to see Chicago is going to war.” she commented at the familiar figure nearby. The waitress came back with her order and the Original takes a small sip of it. “What else is new?”  

[jcksn-rley-blog]

Jackson was more than happy that it wasn’t his night to close the joint up, allowing him to grab his shit and get out of there, before the drunkards started a mess. He went into the back and sighed as if he hadn’t taken a breath in hours. He put on his leather jacket, slung his bag onto his shoulder and made his way out through the back, which would eventually lead him to the front entrance of the club anyhow. He sat down in front, enjoying the cold, fresh air. People were leaving, other people were reentering the building, it was as busy out as it would be during the day. Lost in thought, something or someone caught his attention. 

The brother of one of the werewolf victims had more than a couple beers and it seemed like it was enough to open whatever emotional reaction he had been saving up. It of course lead to a punch in the face of one of his mates, who generously returned the favour. It quickly escalated and Jackson felt the need to interfere. “Stop that.” His voice low and commanding, standing between the two in attempt to stop their fighting. Sadly, it was he who received the next punch. The people were yelling and encouraging, but Jackson wasn’t feeling the need to please them. He licked the blood from his lip, dealt a few punches himself, until the group of friends got a hold of them and took them apart. Jackson left the fight, panting, to where he left his back and where someone stood. “What?” He grunted annoyed.

[theodessawhite]

An amenity of the future that Odessa found herself oddly enthralled by was the gym. Her body had been accustomed to hard labour as long as it had been a body, but taking that labour and making the choice to autonomously engage with it was a level of freeing that fifty years ago she would have vehemently denied. She liked her body to work like her body. She had a pack to protect, and that required physical strength as well as mental resilience. Though it was also the truth that she just liked being strong. It felt capable. 

She had been working with the weights today. Where there was still plenty of excuse for her to run and get her cardio, keeping her strength up was less present in her day-to-day. The gym was her territory and her outlet. Of course, until someone else came to break the isolation of her workout. She huffed and expertly laid down the weights she had been using. “Hello.” She said, not unpleasantly, “Can I help you?” 

[vcrdugo]

&. open.

      Valentina was a woman of many qualities, some more complicated than others. She would never say she was IMPATIENT, per se, but on this day in particular she was not in the mood to entertain insignificant ideas. As the other opened their mouth to speak, she interjected. Her tone walked the line between boredom and intrigue, as did the expression she offered. 

      “---Either make it quick, or make it good. I’m too busy to waste my time, today.”

[kendallryxn]

Running was Kendall’s clarity when she had artist’s block, and right now, she couldn’t even think about putting a paint brush in her hand, let alone against a canvas. She wasn’t sure how far she’d already gone, pushing ten miles at least, but her muscles were screaming at her to stop. It took a lot for her to get tired, but this was more of an anxious tired than anything. It felt like she was running from everything she couldn’t face, rather than running for the sake of it. At least if she was running, she didn’t have to be around people that barely saw through her body. 

At some point, she looped around, heading back for the Den to prepare for another night of debauchery which no doubt would end in a lack of satisfaction on her end, as it usually did. Just as she glanced down to check her watch, her body slammed into another solid form, sending both tumbling to the ground and Kendall landing on all fours with a snarl escaping her until she realized it was definitely her fault. “Shit...sorry,” she said gruffly, groaning as she looked down at her definitely broken ankle. That was definitely going to hurt when she pushed it back in place.

[jacktxylor]

After a long night of bloody crime scene photos, an interrogation that went nowhere, and a lack of caffeine, Jack was exhausted. He barely waved at his fellow officers as he shrugged his coat on and headed out of the precinct, keen on a hot cup of coffee before he had to be back at it again. Days like this meant he didn’t get much sleep, and what he did was spent on a couch in the break room until he forced himself to wake and continue. Part of him wondered what the point was sometimes, but Olivia was intent on keeping the peace, and that meant giving every case the same amount of attention, no matter what it was that was murdered.

As he stood in line at the coffee shop, Jack thumbed through his phone, reading over witness statements for what felt like the millionth time and locking his phone in frustration when it still didn’t piece together. Finally, with a cup of coffee in hand, he moved to take a seat at one of the empty tables, huffing as he leaned back against the cushioned chair. “If I fall asleep, feel free to slap me,” he said to the person sitting next to him, only half joking.