#mutual starter

[cruelangcls]

open to: mutuals choose from: kate, valencia, celeste, terra, lennon

when the office door opened, there was an immediate smirk. not everyone had left for the holidays quite yet, but they had made sure that no one had seem them arrive. nor seen them change into this holiday themed ensemble. dark eyes gazed forward, body resting back on the desk, heel feet crossed- one over the other. “it’s about time you arrived. i was getting cold,” the sheer color of the babydoll did very little to hide their form. 

[reapermet]

The prospect’s kutte was laid carefully on the pool table before he left, no note, nothing. From his time away to a stint in rehab, he’d learned that he wasn’t cut out for any kind of life. Not here, not there, he’d become a drifter pretty easily, looking for the next big thing. With just a few things and some cash, he loaded up his Jeep, taking it top-down in his last drive around the town. Home. It had a skewed meaning for him--Kenny’d not felt right for any of his life, like he’d belonged or had a place there. Ellie had adapted, but he’d never done so. He’d tried too hard to fit in, and in the process, he’d lost himself. With a final goodbye to Charming, he made his way to the highway, seeking out Virginia once again.

[wingsandcoffins]

“Okay... haha... you’re hilarious... now let me out...”

Rayne pouted as she sat in the cage and looked up to the other. Though the reason why she was in there was still a mystery, she had figured it was a joke up until that point. Her arms were crossed and a small frown threatened her normally beaming lips.

“Please? You’re not going to make me beg... are you?”

[cruelangcls]

open to: mutuals choose from: kris, blair, jax, 

there was a fury bubbling up inside them. he had known and still brought his real wife to the meet n’ greet. never had they felt lower. dressed like a dumb, sexy elf- it was a side job for the holidays. to afford gifts for the man who was currently walking up to santa with his real family. “god, why do i even bother?” their voice was shaky, breaking a little as the realization hit more and more. “do i...do i need to go back out there? can i just say i’m sick?” they turned to their manager.

[reapermet]

Open to mutuals

He’d been drinking for 3 days straight--but that’s what his first arrest and a year inside had done--given him even less of a way to cope. The amount of freedom he had now that he was home--well, in his parents’ basement for now--was something he was trying to get used to. The door opening at the top of the stairs and a set of footfalls didn’t even phase him. Gunn wasn’t used to the privacy that he’d been offered, but he was lucky he had somewhere to go. “Last of the whiskey,” he promised.

[reapermet]

Open to F Mutuals Only

He’d been in rehab, but people had kept it downlow--and he was lucky that he’d not gotten his ass kicked out of the MC. They all knew he had demons he was carrying around with him, demons that had came back with some of the First 9 from Vietnam, his from a different time and a different place, but a scenario nonetheless. Sitting in the clubhouse, he was nursing a bottle of gatorade, trying to get back into the groove of normal life. “Please stop watching me like I’m going to fall apart.”

[reapermet]

Open to M/F/NB - mutuals Plot: Lachlan’s lost one of his friends to the cause, and he’s clearly drunk at the pub. 

“Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free! I rebelled, they cut me down!” More than a couple of rounds had been had for their fallen friend, and it wasn’t mourning that they sang with, but an underlying current of anger that seemed to permeate the pub owned by his family’s distillery. It was his first experience with loss this close, but he knew that going down for the cause was the only way he ever wanted to go out. Downing the whiskey--house made, something he’d been dabbling in himself with the family lately--Lachlan Brogan was on top of the world, despite the soul-rattling experiences he’d had over the past few weeks. He’d proven himself, and he couldn’t get down from the high he was feeling, even though the pub was full of his friends, his family.

[reapermet]

open to m/f - platonic or romantic mutuals only

“Sometimes I think about leaving this town. Going to Los Angeles or something,” she confessed. “I think I could have been an actress, or maybe I can be a personal trainer to one. Just. Not stuck in Charming.” Which, in Carmella’s eyes, wasn’t so charming at the moment.