#nevernevada.start

[heldfate]

open to: everyone location: in her (second) office, some office building i suppose

Separating herself from her office at work and giving herself a more isolated space to conduct her own investigations in was vital to Amaia’s sanity upon returning to Vegas. Her second office was no secret, address printed on every business card she’d handed out and one that’s listed online, but that didn’t mean she allowed just anyone to walk through the door without true purpose. In the midst of organizing one of the two ceiling-to-floor bookshelves tucked into the corner of the room, she heard the door’s handle turn and barely paid any mind to it at first. If she had stayed quiet, maybe they wouldn’t be able to see her sitting on the floor behind her desk, stacks and stacks of folders and books surrounding her. Then again, Amaia wasn’t quite the quiet type, was she? Standing up once she realized someone else was actually there, the femme brushed her palms together lightly before allowing them to rest at her hips. Shoulders fell as she raised a single brow at her new (and unwelcome) company. “Office hours are closed. Unless you’ve got some groundbreaking news to share, get the hell out.” Office hours, as if she were some kind of professor, but the term was coined and used with the intent of underlying sarcasm. She was busy – couldn’t they tell?

[latinoblxod]

There goes his relaxing day in the park. He could be really clumsy, so he wouldn’t say that he never ended up kicking a ball on someone before, it was why he wouldn’t be rude to the person that caused it, but it was kind of annoying that he lost his cup of coffee, “I thought I was bad at kicking a ball,” he supposed could be worse, the coffee could have fell on him, which wasn’t what happened, it was on the floor. He was also wearing a white shirt, so if it had fallen on it, the stain would be a pain to remove. He knew how to do it, since he ended up dropping food and drinks on his own shirt more than once, but it continued not to be fun and a pain in the ass.

[deidiavoli]

location: toddy leash’s ice box opened to: everyone 

“Goddamn, I didn’t realize it was going to be this cold in here - although I should have guessed, shouldn’t I have?” Altan smirked, shaking his head as he grabbed a drink from the ice bar. “How are you enjoying yourself? It’s my first time here - the coolness is nice though, I think it’s about ninety degrees outside. Some kind of fall, right?” 

[la-sangradura]

open to: everyone location: lotus hotel & casino

It had been no more than a few weeks since the explosion, and Ilya had been bound to the Lysytsya Manor just as he felt he was regaining his freedom. When he had made his return seven months ago, it was a slow transition back to it all following an even slower translation of what his body still remembered in comparison to his mind. The rules, however, had been broken despite the best efforts of the Foxes themselves trying to protect their ceremonial figure heads. There was a bitter thought that had they not strayed— had they not bitten the hand that fed them— the incident could have been avoided. Against the advisement of legal teams and those in higher ranks, Ilya left the bland marble castle of his childhood home and back into whatever glamour Las Vegas could offer. He shouldered some looks, but the flash of recognition is what stuns. The revolving door of the Lotus Hotel spins one too many times as he passed through, knuckles burning where defense had demolished the blinding light whose click was mistaken for another weapon. His collar was pressed against his throat as he dragged inside, the fox pulled in by the scruff of his shirt. Eye contact with his savior, or another problem to be dealt with wasn’t binding as he tore himself away to the entrance’s bar, out of breath and tongue bitten under curses.

”What the fuck?” He muttered, finally English hitting the air. 

[alleyesonus]

Location: Killer Cupcakes

Open to: everyone

Starting her day at Killer Cupcakes was always a given even before her day had gone south. It started out fine. Berkan was there to greet her and they managed to get time in together before she had to leave. But then her car took forever to start. Then the line to get coffee took forever, and now? Someone had cut the entire line to order. “Are you serious?” Reyhan remarked loudly in annoyance. 

[eyesxindisposed]

open to: anyone  location: bar  reason: danii told me to after i joked about it. im so sorry bro 

there was something in him that felt a familiar presence, even among the bustle of the crowd. ismael didn't know what could have prompted him to look up, but he followed his instinct, and at the end of his gaze was a figure he’d thought was long gone. grin spreading wide across his lips, smiley straightened where he stood, calling out the other's name. as they turned, he couldn’t help his reaction. unmeasured, unbridled excitement coursing through him, he left his drink on the bar top where he had been standing, rushing forward. "where the hell have you been, loca?!" scooping his friend into a warm embrace, he breathed a laugh, taking a half-step backward. “i haven’t seen you in forever, dude, where were you?!”

[ofparadice]

Location: Outside of Rousseau’s

Starter: Open

Jackson knew he should have ignored the card that was slipped so easily under the door of his own home. Forget about all about it and just focus on taking Thea trick or treating. He had done the latter, but instead of going home, he ended at the familiar bar, with the card inside his jacket pocket, heavy against his chest, like a ton of bricks. Whomever had sent the card knew where he lived, meaning they probably knew about his ex and daughter, so he had to figure out exactly what they knew. Surrounded my crowds was not his ideal night, but he had to make the best of it. Adorned on his head was a helmet with wings, since he had to be in the costume the card assigned him, and that was the most he’d dress up. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes before patting down his jacket in search of the zippo he held close to him, but came up empty, “hey you got a lighter?” He asked, turning to the person next to him.

[monopolytiles]

open starter 

Whoever was on the other end of her call had just received the most intense verbal lashing she was able to muster. But she wasn’t done yet, not at all. ‘And the next time I hear my name come out of your dirty ass mouth, que te la pique un pollo.’ and with that she hung up her phone and looked over at the person who just happened to look in her direction at that moment. “I’m sorry, but can I help you?” she asked with a slow tilt of her head, still very visibly upset by the conversation she’d had on her phone just a moment ago. “It’s not very fuckin’ polite to stare at people. So if you got nothin’ to say, keep it pushin’, hot stuff.” she wasn’t even sure if they had been staring at her, she just knew their eyes met her at the wrong time and she had no issues taking it out on anyone within a five mile radius until she finally cooled down.