For: Open
Location: An empty room at the masquerade ball
Anastasia hadn’t meant to wander this far from the ballroom, yet she easily slipped past velvet drapes and down a dim corridor where the music dulled into a distant, pulsing echo. She enters the first open room she can find and the moment the door clicked shut behind her, she let herself breathe. for a second, it worked. Her shoulders eased, the tight line of her posture softening as she exhaled, fingers brushing lightly against the edge of a nearby table just to ground herself. For a moment it was quiet...until the door handle opened again.
The sudden intrusion snapped her upright, composure cracking just enough for a startled, “shit!” to slip past her cherry-stained lips, followed quickly by a breathless laugh as her hand came to rest over her chest. “I’m so sorry! I di—…I didn’t think anyone was going to come in here.” Her amber gaze flickered toward them then, properly taking in the space as if seeing it for the first time, the unfamiliar walls, the low light, the uncertainty of it all. “Not that I really know where here is." She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head at herself before looking back at them, a hint of embarrassment warming her expression, "I’m sorry. I just came into the first room I could find that was away from…” she gestured vaguely toward the door, where the muffled swell of music and voices pressed faintly against it, “…all of that.”
· wearing black from head to toe, Jia makes it to the festival venue trying to ignore the pain, anger of Dario's death by drinking, smoking and hiding sad eyes behind dark shades. she did try a little, god knows why and applied mascara to her usually make-up-less face.
Rift Valley's Summer Kickoff Festival || Event 002
Schools around the Valley have finally closed their doors, meaning only one thing. It’s summertime.
Bright, colorful posters for Rift Valley’s annual Summer Kickoff Festival have started popping up just about everywhere. Storefront windows, telephone poles, coffee shop counters, and community boards are all covered in cheerful reminders that summer has officially arrived.
But while the Valley prepared for music, food, vendors, and a night under the lights at Rift Valley Park, something much darker found its way into every mailbox.
An invitation. A warning. And a message from the Rift Valley Ripper.
Our second event will start at 10 am EST on Saturday June 6th and will run till June 13th
All non event threads must be put on hold or dropped by the start of the event
Event outfits may be posted with the tag fault.event
Stay safe everyone, because someone won't be surviving the night
christian has never been to a festival in his life. this is something he’ll accidentally stumble upon, or get dragged to thinking it’s a networking event. overdressed, underprepared, and entirely full of regret.
Setting: Outside the venue.
Time: Night of the ball, while Wilder was being arrested.
Between: Bash & Eddy @eddyxftzz
Summary: The drunken pair share heated words that end in violence.
Trigger Warning: Violence, Fighting, Blood, Stabbing.
Bash Navarro
Nothing like the sound of sirens and blaring police radios to really get a party started. The crowd was drawn to the ringing chaos, and Bash was just another moth drawn to the flare. Flashing ruby and sapphire masked every feature in the assemblage, whispers, gasps, and shouts filling the air like a haunting hymn. "Ah, so... we're supposed to believe that wet fucking noodle is the one behind these killings? Get the fuck outta here." His slurred, deep rumble echoed among the onlookers, some offering looks of disgust or dismay. "What, look at the dude, he's a bitch."
Eddy Fitz
Edward had only been back in the main hall a couple of minutes before the sounds of police sirens alerted him to something going on outside, so naturally he followed the crowds and found himself standing there in the doorway with all the party goers as he watched his friend get put into the back of a cop car. As he tried to figure out what the hell was going on over all the whispers and general commotion of the events unfolding in front of him, an all too familiar and extremely gratingvoice caught Edward's attention. He tried not to react at first. Showing more restraint than he had done in a long while with this sort of thing, but unfortunately Eddy struggled to hold himself back when he was in such a drunken state. "Sure wish someone would have fuckin' murdered you, Bastian. Would have saved everyone here from having to listen to that dumb fucking voice of yours." His words slurred slightly as he turned his head and looked over at the curly haired man in the horned mask.
Bash Navarro
With the viscous taste of rum coating his throat and fueling his ignorance, he couldn't contain the obnoxious booming laugh that escaped him. He'd expected someone to say something to him, but it sure as hell wasn't a surprise that Edward had decided to be the warrior in the bunch. "Aw, Eddy, are you butthurt your boy is getting snatched away?" Blurred vision peers through his mask at the other, a hand reaching up to shove the dumb-ass accessory to the top of his head, holding back chocolate coils. "Oh? Are you sharing your kinky fantasies with us all?" A mocking smirk twists the corner of his lips, bloodshot eyes taking the other in with clear amusement. Those nearby seem to turn their attention from one spectacle to another, whispers shifting to focus on the drunken men. "Well, here I am, bitch boy. Ain't nothing but space and fucking opportunity!" Arms extend to the sides as if he were beckoning Eddy to try.
Eddy Fitz
Eddy rolled his eyes hard when the other man shot back. He followed suit and lifted his mask up over his head, holding it at his side. Clenching his other fist as he resisted charging over to Bash. Edward really was in no mood to get into any sort of situation with someone tonight, especially a dirty rift rider like Bash, but just the sound of the other guy's voice got to him, and then he put the offer down, and that only made Eddy want to more. "Not a fantasy, just wishful thinking, Bastian." He said letting out a heavy sigh and turning his body to face Bash. "You're right. I think you should take this opportunity to fuck off though, before someone fucks that ugly face of yours up even more." Eddy knew if he wanted he could probably lay Bash out easy, and he really did want to, but some voice in the back of his mind was telling him how bad of an idea that would be, a voice that got more and more faint the longer he continued to glare across at the drunken man.
Bash Navarro
Perhaps it was because, aside from crossing paths with Lola, every other being he'd encountered over the course of the evening had gotten under his skin. Sienna, Sav, Dario, Soph, fuck, even the Don had irritated him, but Bastian was itching for a release, and it appeared that Eddy was gonna be the one to pop the cork. "God, not you being a fucking punk-ass little bitch, just like your boy." A humorless chuckle reverberated in the base of his chest, his feet taking him a few steps closer without his permission. For once in his miserable life, Bash should take the advice offered to him, but the firewater had him feeling froggy, and he was itching to jump. "You know what, you're right... I should walk away..." With slow movements, Bastian turns as if to leave, but with a clumsy twist back toward Eddy, he balls up his right fist and swings it out to connect knuckles to chin. The force of the attack has him smirking as he shakes out his fingers. "-but you insulted my good looks, and we both know I can't let that fly."
Eddy Fitz
“Only bitch here is you, Bashy boy” Eddy remarked. The sound of Bash’s voice drowning out any little voice inside of him that told him this was a bad idea. If he had been sober Edward might have known that there was no way either of them were walking away from this tonight but when he watched Bash turn, a faint smile crept up on his face, assuming he had won this round. Unfortunately it took a fist to the face to make Edward realise, this wasn’t over. Edward felt Bash’s knuckles hit his chin and stumbled back only just managing to stay standing. He let out a heavy breath as he looked towards the crowd that was slowly starting to gather, and Eddy was ready to put on a great fucking show. He turned to look at bash. A scowling look across his face in as he clock the cocky smirk forming on Bash’s lips. He wasn’t about to let this fucker win. He stepped forward to steady himself before pulling his arm back and clenching his fist. Connecting it hard and fast with Bash’s abdomen. His head close to the man’s shoulder. “You should have walked away” He muttered before landing a knee to his opponents face.
Bash Navarro
There was that fire, that fervor, that brutality he'd been itching for. The pounding of adrenaline mixed with the burning alcohol laced through his veins. It was euphoric, thrilling in a way that turned man into beast. "Haha, ah! There it is!" The landing strike sent Bastain hunching forward, an animalistic sound reverberating in his chest as he welcomed the pain like an old companion. The crowd had turned their rubbernecking attention to the pair of brutes, gasps, cries, and pleas mingling with the sound of sirens. Bash had just been about to straighten when a knee collided with his nose, forcing his mask to the ground and watering his eyes. His body stumbled back, knocking a few onlookers aside, but his sights were set on Edward. Another sound of humor escaped, an arm gliding across his face, spreading crimson along his cheeks. "Is that the fucking best you've got?" The shiteating grin remained intact as he lunged forward, one fist aimed at Eddy's cheekbone while the other landed against his ribs.
Eddy Fitz
The sound of the crowd almost made Eddy want to long this out on purpose, but he was tired, drunk and in no real mood to stand here all night beating the crap out of some over confident asshole like Bash. So when the knee to the face didn't do as much damage as Eddy had hoped and Bash's aggravating smile returned, he was less than pleased. Edward managed to clock the fist coming at his face this time just quick enough to avoid it with a slight turn of his head, but he couldn't avoid the next hit. Letting out a pained groan, his body arching over, heavy breathes pulsating from his lips. "Fucker." He huffed, slowly pulling himself to stand up straight again, looking Bash up and down, a clear look of anger in his eyes as they narrowed. Even with the distractions of the crowd around them, his sights never wavered from Bash. He rushed forward, arching his body once more, and connecting his shoulder with the other man's abdomen, a move akin to his days on the football field, but this time with the intent to do far more damage. Once they were both down Eddy began laying into the man. Punching his face relentlessly. Only stopping to catch his breath. "Not looking so pretty now, huh, Bashy boy? he panted, looking down at the bloodied face of his rival.
Bash Navarro
He craved it, the savagery, the relentlessness. Something about the agony made him feel cognizant. The more fury that radiated from Edward, the more adrenaline coursed through Bash's veins. It was as if his inner beast had lain dormant all evening, finally breaking its shackles. And their frantic audience simply added fuel to an already out-of-control blaze. To Bash, fights were never about winning; they were about standing your ground and taking every thrashing, but showing them you'd never back down. As Eddy charges, the alcohol flowing through him slowed his senses, allowing the other to take him to the ground with an echoing thud. Bodies around them falling victim to their brutality. He's dazed, but only for a second; each punch causes crimson to flow, but a demented laugh escapes, fist colliding cruelly with Eddy's ribs as he destroyed his face. It was a bitch move, knocking an opponent down and not allowing them to properly battle... but what did Bash expect? The other side never played by the rules. So instead of letting it continue, he reacted in a way that would have made his father proud. Abandoning his attack on Eddy's ribs, his hand falls into his pocket, a switchblade glisening in the air momentarily before Bastian uses all his strength to shove the other just enough to land the blade into his thigh, twisting the knife just as cops circled in, putting an end to the combat.
