#orion 001

[enriquemarrero]

Who: @orionxblakewood and Ricky

Where: Downtown

When: May 2024

"How's the book store doing?" Ricky asked Orion as they headed downtown for the wine festival events. He asked though he loved right above it and figured it seemed to be doing alright. "I have been so swamped with grading papers but as soon as the school year ends, I can definitely come by and hang out during the day." He assured his best friend, patting him on the shoulder.

[emberapatow]

with: @orioncarnell where: the library

This place had a library. A library.

Obviously not something horribly impossible, especially if this place was serving as one even before the outbreak, but after everything, it felt like luxury. The kind of luxury she very much wanted to indulge in. Ember couldn't remember how long it's been since she picked up a book (though that wasn't just due to zombies running around in the world), and so she headed inside. Maybe she could turn into a reader again.

Ember wasn't quite sure if it was just a time of day when most people were out so it was more empty than usual or if this was the normal, but there only a few people scattered around. Not that she minded.

She found herself a book she could check out and headed for the desks to read a bit before leaving when she stopped to make a double take because, "Orion...? Is that really you?"

[camilaquintanalopez]

Closed for @orionxblakely

Where: Book Haven

The soft chime of a bell announced Camila's entry into Book Haven. Camila, seeking a momentary escape from the demands of her research and often finding it in books, found herself in the bookstore. She'd taken most of her books with her to East Haven, donated the rest, but most of those had already been read and while she wasn't against a reread, she wanted something fresh. Her eyes went through the titles and she selected two books that seemed promising.

As she approached the counter, she noticed the lone employee. She cleared her throat, as the employee seemed lost in his thoughts.

"I'll take these, please," Camila said, holding the books out for the employee to see. "Have you read any of them?"

[heloisem]

date: february 22nd, 2019 time: late evening location: bar, capulet territory status: closed to @dukemassetti

Thick, grey smoke envelops her and burns at her throat, accompanied by the faint smell of vomit.

Heloise drifts aimlessly, like a frog to lily-pads, like cotton-candy clouds in the wake of the morning sky, so it’s no surprise when she finds herself huddled in the corner of a shabby bar far from home. Temporary home, Heloise thinks, a home-away-from-home. She’s never been fond of the quiet, but lately, there’s been nothing but pin-drop silence. Living with Brielle was a lot like living alone, and Heloise notices that the holes in her heart have started to double, but Brielle likes keeping her at arm's length, and Heloise doesn’t want to ruffle any feathers.

Brielle is her lifeline. If her sister starts to have a change of heart, Heloise will be alone again.

Shared silence with Brielle is far more superior than a blanket of quiet alone, so Heloise swallows her dismay and tramples on.

Heloise stares at the olive that floats in the bottom of her glass, gin-soaked and oddly-shaped, and wrinkles the button of her nose. She drinks on special occasions, but today, there’s nothing to celebrate. Not unless she counts the third arrowhead that plunges itself deep within her heart, but she hardly considers that worth any praise. She only ordered a drink so she wouldn’t feel out of place, but she isn’t keen on olives and she’s never had a martini a day in her life, so she simply stares and begins to stack shells of peanuts until they topple over.

She sees him then, and their eyes collide, and a rush of warmth sings against her chest as she flushes a delicate shade of pink. She wonders what Brielle would say if she could see her now, but Heloise remembers that she isn’t here. She never is, so she turns her attention to someone who won’t run from it. It’s harmless, she thinks, something to distract her from the hollowness that sits in the deepest pit of her stomach.

A bit of conversation couldn’t hurt. Could it?

The buzz of a honeybee invades her ear and he’s the honeycomb that draws her closer. Her heart argues with her mind, but everything about him draws her forward, dazed and captivated, and on any other night, Heloise is sure she would’ve stood by and allowed him to strike first, but her patience wears thin today, and she’s desperate to poke and pry, desperate for something to sink her teeth into, so she grabs her drink and dives in.

She’s never been fond of the quiet.

“You’ve been eyeing this drink for quite some time now.” Heloise chimes, the sound of her voice barely audible, but she doesn’t stumble over her words, so she thinks she’s off to a good start. “I’m not much of a drinker, so it’s all yours. If you want it.” She’s many things, but brainless isn’t one of them. She’s well aware that he holds no interest in the drink, but she offers him an out, and she wonders if he’ll take the bait.

[crimsonverses]

                   “  Can’t believe this...  ”   Knowing ShinganCrimsonZ were all here was a good thing, another thing was to find someone from ARCAREAFACT here. It’s a familiar name, one to beat the Trichronika vocalist-- bastards all were rich too. Sparkly and snobby, the worst kind of people to match against Crow’s arrogant self. You better run of you’re the Trichronika vocalist or anyone even affiliated with JUDAS.     “  How did ya end up here, huh ?!  ”   And of course his first instinct is to bark, that’s all he ever did.   /   @aurochial ♡’d for a starter.

[tiefling-goth]

This is Orion-001. He’s character for a story I have been planning. He can control a place’s functions and he collects information.