#julian01

[selfpossess]

Xavier had been told to show up, and here he was. Caught in the instinct to obey, he hadn’t even remembered to ask for what purpose. Until he was pulling into the stop, turning the key and the engine dying bellow him, it didn’t occur much to him.

He drummed his fingers over the wheel, face half-turned to the apartment building he’d been given the address of. Not a place he knew, but it was a big city. There were lots of apartment buildings. Xavier reached for his cell from the seat beside him, and typed out that he’d arrived to Julian.

The message back a few minutes later told him to wait. That Julian would be down in a minute. Xavier let his phone slide down into the console, unfolding as he stepped out of the can and stretching his arms over his head as he stifled a yawn. Settling to lean back against the car door, he searched the slow trickle of people walking out for a familiar face.

He broke out a smile when he caught sight of Julian, pushing off from the car and beginning towards him. 

“Hey, how’s it been?” Xavier said, holding a hand out to Julian. “What’s this place, anyways?”

@julianpistris​

[giannacarcone]

Working the floor served as a reprieve for Cassidy; she knew why Nic hated it - the tips were not nearly as good and most patrons kept their eyes on the stage rather than the women who delivered their drinks - but Cass saw it as an opportunity to take a break. Considering she didn’t see any of the money she earned anyway, the lower flow of income did not bother her in the least. The Cabaret was running a bit slower that evening which, to be fair, still provided a large amount of clientele, but she was able to take her time a bit in between taking orders and delivering drinks. After chatting with the bartender for a few moments, Cassidy slipped off the stool and picked up a tray, tapping her manicured nails against it as she crossed the room to a table in the far corner. It was dimly lit, hiding the man’s face from view at first glance. “What’s your poison, sweetheart?” she threw his way, a suggestive smile plastered on her lips. It only took a few seconds, however, for that smile to disappear. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness that surrounded them and Cass’ eyes narrowed as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “What are you doing here?”

@juliansigara

[watarukurenai]

♚ Blossom

pullulant

[ ✥ ]—— It was a long travel from the other side of the city, but those hours in the train were worth it. Sector Six is just as he'd been told: a vast green scenery, clean and pure, with few buildings and several spots where one could lay down on the grass and take a rest. The stench coming from the district he'd been forced into doesn't reach his nose, here. Everything is a small paradise where he could relax and forget about his grieving situation for a few hours.

      The people living here sure are lucky, Wataru thinks to himself while walking across a path of flowers, neatly placed by color shades as if someone had been tending to them. He eventually finds someone else standing nearby, looking over the plants just as he is. The two protuberances on top of the stranger's head rouse weird curiosity in the Rider, but just as she decides to not pay attention, something that definitely resembles a tail comes into view, and he can't help but stare for a few moments. 

      He won't gape for too long. After all, he used to have the Arms Monsters serving him back home, and he interacted with enough non-humans that he should be used to the idea that not everyone here is of human race. Even so, a man with that kind of ears and tail is still a new sight to him.

      "Ah, excuse me." Gathering some courage to start a conversation, he goes for the polite approach. "Are you the one taking care of this garden?"