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starter for @laraxfitzgerald lara’s home, evening.

IT’S BECOME A HABIT OF HIS, showing up at his sister’s house when she’s not home with the spare key he’d been entrusted with ( because otherwise, he’d probably just break in ) and doing the whole goldilocks routine. it would’ve been easier to just live with her instead of the dump he currently calls home, but that trailer is a symbol — of independence, he wants to say, though his mother would argue it’s ‘irresponsibility’. because at the end of the day, when his food runs out or he forgets to pay his electricity bills, he has lara as a fail-safe, and a very convenient one at that.

so when his sister finally gets home from work, she’s met with the usual treat of hal sprawled across her couch, the tv remote dangling in his hand, and a snack sitting on his chest. “ayee, welcome home, sis!” he greets her with a flailing of the arms, the sudden movement causing the bag of chips to fall off the couch and spill into the carpet. “oh, oops.”

#int. thread #ft. lara fitzgerald

STARTER FOR: @tcrisms LOCATION: A BAR IN NEW ORLEANS.

Hallen’s had his fair share of terrible feelings. You know the ones: like secrets, they rarely find themselves catching light, festering and fermenting in the tightly-sealed jars he keeps in his closet. Like skeletons. You know the ones.

But he’s not eighteen anymore and he should give credit to his therapist and a drinking habit. So when he meant to drop Tori off to her place when she asked for a ride, they instead found themselves in some rinky-dink joint in the outskirts of New Orleans where the likelihood of running into Prim members (at least, the ones who know what they look like) are marginally less.

“Hey. Cheers. First night out, yeah?” He raises his beer and clinks it with hers, doesn’t give her enough time to correct him. He knows very well that isn’t true. “Y’know, this place ain’t too shabby. Just not sure it’s worth the 45-minute drive.” Radiohead on the speakers, fake IDs galore, and Bud Light proudly displayed on tabletops— there’s no doubt in Hallen’s detective mind that they’d just walked into a college dive bar, but it’s nice and quiet enough, and the crowd looks like they shower once a day.

#closed.#int. thread #ch. victoria garcia #victoria garcia. 003

location: the dive

time: 10pm

tagging: @adrianhcndrix

He’s been sitting at the Dive with the other guys for what feels like forever now, and if he leaves, they’re going to ask him where he’s going, and he’s not about to tell them that he’s tired and just wants to turn in for the night. So he sits and rations the tall glass of beer he’s been nursing all night so they don’t ask him why he’s not drinking. He’s really not in the mood; he’s so exhausted, he could fall asleep with his head against the wall and wake up the next morning.

He spots Adrian come out from the bathroom, and that keeps him awake, at least. He’s always liked Adrian, even if the other man hardly displays the same affection, but at least he’s not cruel. He excuses himself from the other guys and catches up to Adrian. “Hey!” he greets him with a little wave. “Whatcha up to?”

#closed.#int. thread #ch. adrian hendrix

STARTER FOR: @emmiealexander LOCATION: NADIA’S APARTMENT.

Nadia normally doesn’t bother with her hair. Her natural curls are usually tied up in a ponytail when she’s teaching, and it’s not like she goes out enough to do anything special with it. However, she did recently purchase a hair straightener for cheap in the event that it could be useful. Just when the Solstice had given her a reason to bust it out from its packaging, it turned out that it was inexpensive for a reason, and that it worked for no more than a couple of minutes before it decided to give up.

With hours to go just before the ceremony, she dialed Emmeline’s number in a panic, knowing that her friend would know just how to save her more than anyone in her contact list. The knock comes as a saving grace after about half an hour of trying to get the damned thing to work (causing a spark in the plug that she’s sworn not to touch it again).

“Emmie!” She pulls the woman inside her apartment and gestures at the mess of black hair on her head. “Look at me! Oh, I should’ve never thought that straightener was a bargain!”

#closed.#int. thread #ch. emmeline alexander #event: solstice

starter for @acedarley, location: harrell automative services & tbd.

He’s visited the auto shop enough times to know the employees by name and for them to greet him upon sight. He loves it, it makes him feel like a celebrity, but he’s only really here for one person. He walks up to the front desk and waits as one of Ace’s coworkers calls for her, saying that she’s got a visitor. His sister appears from the main garage a few moments later. “There she is! You ready to go?” he says, beaming at her. They have plans for lunch today, and while they see each other plenty enough back home, it’s been a while since they’d hung out, just the two of them.

#closed.#int. thread #ch. ace darley #ace 001.

when: flashback (six months ago) location: various tagging: @tcrisms

The Dive. Pretty on-the-nose, he thinks, but if it serves alcohol, he couldn’t care less what it’s called. He just couldn’t help noticing all the little eccentricities, the minute details that probably go unnoticed by the locals at this point.

He’s just gotten a new car—well, as new as secondhand cars go—a black Honda Civic, to be as incognito as possible. He hasn’t realized that he looks even more ominous than he does with it, especially as he pulls up into the parking lot, only notices it in the way the two men smoking outside size him up. Him, with his slick blonde hair and the jacket that’s more meant for Chicago weather than it is here. With his six-foot-something stance and the way he walks like he owns the place.

He passes them by, shooting them a glance as he walks into the bar. He’s greeted by smoke and sweat and... barbecue? There’s a pool table at the far back and to his left is the bar where a TV is hung above it, a football replay on air drowned by the sound of Foo Fighters on the speakers. By God, he’s walked into a TV show, he muses to himself, and makes a beeline for the one of the vacant stools in the bar.

He shrugs off his jacket and orders a shot of whiskey. He notices a woman sitting next to him, eyeing the way she’s dressed. She doesn’t look like she belongs here, like she’s just stopping over from a long trip. The shot glass is placed before him, the liquor sloppily poured into it, but it’s not long before its contents are sliding down his throat with a pleasant burn. “Another one. And whatever she’s having.” Might as well make friends, right?

#closed.#int. thread #ch. tori garcia

STARTER FOR: @blakecohen LOCATION: LITTLE DOVE DINER.

“Hey,” he says sharply at the brunette beside him, his view of her obstructed by the waitress standing beside her table, taking this particular customer’s grievances in stride, and all for a goddamn plate of curly fries. “Here. Just take mine.” He all but tosses his plate towards the woman’s table just to shut her up, because if he knows anything about Blake Cohen, it’s her reputation for public drunken outbursts. Except she seems totally sober this time, which Hallen isn’t sure is better or worse.

#closed.#int. thread #ch. blake cohen #blake cohen. 001

STARTER FOR: @lizstcne LOCATION: STREET, EARLY EVENING.

The crowd only doubles, triples in size as the festivities continue throughout the night, and with it, the amount of people who’ve had a little too much to drink and still find themselves staggering around aimlessly, like they’re just asking for trouble.

So when he comes across the woman and her car window smashed in, he’s not surprised, not at the very least, and he’d walk past it unfazed if he were anyone else and if she were anyone else, but his duties as a police officer require him to ask.

“Looks like someone had a little too much fun,” he begins, approaching the shards of glass on the ground along with what appears to be the offending rock that had caused the damage. “You alright?”