#midnightrainrp

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@midnightrainrp | connor & clem

There was only one reason why he came to this reunion, but he wasn’t ready to admit it yet. No one would ever anticipate that Connor Rose would dare step foot back into his old circle of peers, especially when he hardly attended class to begin with. But there he was, dressed in a button up with his sleeves rolled up and tattoos on display. It surprised no one that the boy who once drew all over his own skin in pen ink was now covered in real tattoos. After one too many small talks with old familiar faces, he began to wonder why he came. Then he saw her. Connor locked eyes with Clementine and it became impossible to ignore the reason why he came - he came just for the hope of seeing her. The man had a habit of having regrets, but the way things ended between them would always be his biggest one. With a deep breath in, he walked over to her. “Stacy gave me a name tag when I first walked in and spelled my name completely wrong. I think she’s still upset with me for that time I got her boyfriend kicked out of school.” He snickered at the almost forgotten memory of picking a fight with Stacy’s bully of a boyfriend. At least that was something he didn’t regret. Connor’s smile softened as he looked at her and he gave her a proper greeting. “Hi, Clem. It’s good to see you.” Though, he knew it was likely not good to see him.

[grapefruitey]

@midnightrainrp/@elysianismss

"What can I get ya?" Wolf asked, replacing the clean glasses in their proper place. It was surprisingly quiet for a Friday night, especially since his bar was one of the few places that stayed open past 9 PM. And that argument had been a hassle. We've got domestics and local on tap and a special on this Kentucky bourbon I bought too many bottles of."

[wildestdrcam]

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"Thank you for taking this time to meet with me. Riley is really a great student, and I can't wait to see where this year takes her." Cristine spoke softly with a gentle smile, lightly patting the shoulder of the man she was speaking to, as she led him out of the classroom. It was her last parent-teacher conference of the day, and while Cristine always made sure to dedicate as much time and compassion to every parent she met with, she was beginning to feel drained. It had been a long day of meetings and she was ready to go home, take a quick nap before she had to start on dinner for Stephen.

As the man exited the room, Cristine turned back to the small table they had sat at, and began gathering the papers strewn across it, along with the discarded napkin and paper plate the parent had left behind. Cristine always got glowing reviews on the cookies she would bring to these meetings, and she found they helped to ease some of the tensions the parents might feel. She never wanted to the parents to feel like she was blaming them, if their child was falling behind or behaving badly in class, she just wanted an open dialogue to help the student as much as she could. A light knock sounded on the door to the classroom, and Cristine began to turn, expecting the parent to be coming back for something. "Did you have another--?" Her sentence stopped midway through, and the paper plate she had been holding fluttered to the ground as she came face to face with someone she never intended to see again. "What are you...doing here?"

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Gwaine could only shake as he saw himself in the mirror, the dirt gone, and for the first time in months he looked refreshed. The warmth of the candles and fireplace were the only things reminding him this was real. The clothes he's to put on hanging off of the arm of a stranger, who wouldn't meet his eyes.

He wasn't a fool though, he knew he didn't belong here, the clothes he was being given to wear weren't meant for him. Gwaine had approached the palace with the plan to ask for work, and yet...

Here he was the paramour of the queen after a declaration from her, and a part of him was scared of what this all meant. How was he supposed to react, this was a queen on the other side of the door- waiting for him.

As he put on the clothes, he looked at himself once again unfamiliar with the man in front of him. But he let in a sigh of fake confidence before following instructions and opened the door to where the queen was awaiting his transformation. @midnightrainrp

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"It's not that I had any money on that game- it's just..." Olivia had been rambling to the bartender since her second drink, unsure where she was at by now. Though to find the answer she could just count the four empty glasses in front of her. "I flew out to this city to watch this game in person, because they were doing so well. They'd gone 15-2 for the whole season to get to the finals! In the first time in forty years- so yeah I was hoping to celebrate but now I have to be in this stupid bar sad drinking- no offense to your bar, it's lovely," she said before her eyes glanced up to the tv hanging above the bar to see the celebration going on outside, "Fuck those guys!" She said holding up a middle finger, "It's not like they won on talent, it was a fluke." @midnightrainrp

[midnightrainrp]

who: landon keats ( @breakagain-writes ) where: landon's flat

How she’d ended up with a key to his flat was still kind of a mystery. It wasn’t like Landon liked her. Not really. Not in the here’s-a-spare-key-to-my-life kind of way. And yet… here she was, letting herself in like she belonged, and not feeling the slightest bit bad about it. To be fair, his place was closer to the office than hers. That was her excuse, anyway. A quiet, uneventful morning at work had left her restless, and crashing at Landon’s flat felt easier than going home to the silence of her own.

Kicking off her heels by the door, Ophelia shrugged off her coat and made a beeline for the fridge. She grabbed a beer and dropped herself onto the couch, legs stretched out like she owned the place. The lock turned a minute later, and she tilted her head lazily toward the sound of the door opening. There he was. Mr. Grumpy himself. Big, broody, and clearly not expecting a visitor. “Before you complain— yes, I used the spare key,” she called out with a smirk already tugging at her lips. “But really, you should be thanking me. I mean, imagine coming home to this level of beauty. You're welcome, love."

[ofginjxints]

sinday starter for @midnightrainrp [ games ] our muses play strip poker / sexual games with each other

"This isn't fucking fair - you didn't even know to play poker before this." Though the grin on Felix's face wasn't didn't exactly match his protesting words as he took off his other sock, meaning he was left only in his boxers - though she were only in her bra and barely-there underwear as well. "Well, what do you say? Call it evens or one more round just to be sure?" He teased.

[ofginjxints]

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It was relatively run-of-the-mill were it not for his client. He was a senator, someone who really should not have asked for his services, but Dylan was effective and word usually got out. The man definitely wasn't the most powerful he had worked for, but it was intriguing.

Still, with only the paycheck in mind, he had stalked his target. They were in a busy city otherwise he would have taken him out from a distance, his preferred M.O. but he settled for an ambush. He had followed the target, trailing behind for the best part of an hour when he began to feeling something...off. The man was behaving strangely, though he was sure he hadn't been seen. No, he soon found out why he was being strange because someone far less experienced had been following and had been found out.

They were in an multi-storey car park and the target had rounded a corner and he saw the woman approach stupidly. He knew he had to intervene and quickly caught up to her, grabbing her arm and tugging her back. He reached up to place a finger on her lips. "Not a word." He uttered in a whisper.