#pulptv.start

[bad0gs]

𝗟𝗢𝘊𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕: outside the dive bar's parking lot, late night post fight. 𝗪𝗜𝘛𝘏: anyone it's an open starter baby !!

⠀#⠀        A    HELLHOUND    OFF    THE    leash,    just    for    tonight.    nothing    but    copper    scraps    and    freshly    earned    bruises    to    call    a    reward.    should    be    a    real    fuckin’    celebration    to    live    and    see    another    day,    can’t    help    the    anarchic    nihilism    that    bleaches    his    outlook,    (    childhood    sun  -  stained    bedroom    walls    and    the    notable    cross    shaped    𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐋𝐓𝐇    /    this    far    in    life,    intwined    anger    and    blood    inside    . . .    call    it    a    concrete    revelation:    you’re    fucked,    man.    )    doors    swing    wide    with    a    callous    push,    the    tips    of    his    nerves    fading    into    dreaded    obscurity.    terrible,    cheap    liquor    brings    the    best,    impulsive    ideas.    and    fuck,    he    needs    to    feel    alive    again    !    “    c’mon,    hit    me.    ”    spoken    as    a    sober    thought,    cacophony    of    limbs    jolt    with    drunken    brilliance,    “    what,    never    punched    a    guy    before    ?    shit,    tonight's    your    lucky    night,    isn’t    it    ?    so    t'fuck    you    waitin’    for.    hit    me.    ”  

[blckfridays]

toska ink. brooklyn ; open starter

IN SPITE OF IT BEING HER own business, name on the deed to the building; she never felt quite as comfortable playing her own music aloud. felt far too intimate to share her own cd collections and still opted for the selection her father left for her and music her employees would bring in. it's why indigo can be found wearing headphones at her workspace, cd player nearby along with strewn about crumpled up papers of drawings she hated. there's a creative block that she hasn't been able to shake for the past two hours, stuck drawing and redrawing a cardinal for a client that was particularly annoying during their consultation. the from wind chimes ring to signal someone entering the building and indigo exhales a frustrated huff, pushing herself up from her hunched over position. today, she has the exciting opportunity to return to her roots as a receptionist, as the girl who usually works the front desk is sick. there's no attempt made in pretending to be thrilled, but she'll still try to remain cordial as a good business owner should. " just a second, " headphones are taken off, cd player paused and indigo walks from her work station towards the front desk to find the culprit of the interruption. " can i help you? "

[bad0gs]

𝗟𝗢𝘊𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕: by the pews of st thomas' church, evening. 𝗪𝗜𝘛𝘏: anyone it's an open starter baby !!

⠀#⠀  ACHING    FOR    GUIDANCE,    prayers    are    few    and    far    between.    how    many    nights    since    last    confession    ?    rosary    𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃    on    skin    and    brush    off   the ashes    of    white    powder    off    leather  -  bound    bible,    (    the    pious    question    a    mere    set    up    to    a    macabre    joke:    there    simply    ain’t    enough    graves    to    count    ‘em    all,    father.    )    cigarette    dangles    between    closed    lips    and    brought    to    life    by    the    flame    of    a    lit    candle,    plucked    from    operatic    display.    legs    meticulously    cross    over,    sat    by    the    edge    of    front    row    pew,    (    low    chuckle    reverberates    as    instincts    cry    beneath    war  -  torn    skin.    some    doomed    kismet    this    is    !    )    “    y’know,    it’s    rude    to    stare.    ”    raven    gaze    still    spired    on    the    divine    scene    in    front,    smoke    unfurls    in    tandem    with    their    lazy    smile,    “    especially    in    the    house    of    the    lord,    no    less.    could    take    your    eyes  . . .   𝐀𝐒    𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.    ”

[1mpulsec0ntrol]

OPEN STARTER - MATEVOS HAKOBYAN Central park

Matevos clapped his hands together, even though it was rather clear that neither of the two strays had been taught well, they didn’t at all listen. Probably the worst possible decision to let them roam the park freely, but Matevos carried enough snacks in his pocket to hold a feast for every dog in the park. He held his hands against his face, and yelled their names, to which only one replied. Snowball, a huge black and white husky - whomever had come up with that name had probably thought it was funny - flew at him, sniffing at his pockets, waiting for snacks to be produced. 

He put Snowball back on its lease and then jogged towards where he’d seen Jordy run off to. “Apologies,” he said as he located the big shaggy street dog, who’d settled down next to someone, tongue lolling. “This monster right here still doesn’t know how to follow basic commands. I hope she didn’t say anything rude.”

[1mpulsec0ntrol]

OPEN STARTER - ZAKIR SETHUPATHI underground hip-hop bar

Zakir pulled at the hem of his shirt, sweat falling off of his hair down his neck, the heat and the adrenaline working together to make him want to run outside to catch his breath. Though he knew he would end up in the cold if he did, so instead he used his shirt to wipe at his head, waving his hand in front of his face as he settled at the bar. Instead of sitting down on one of the stools, he kept standing, rolling on his feet, giddy with the recognition of earlier, a show which he'd joined in on rather than led. But that was the beauty of being a rapper, to anyone in the audience it might seem like rivals had joined on stage, while in fact they were all friends. Whenever he called any of them bhai, he meant in more than he usually did.

"A water," he told the bartender when it finally was his turn. The fellow looked at him weirdly, but it would do neither of them any favours to explain he was a Muslim. He watched the fellow grumble something and turned to another patron while he waited. "Wallah, it's so hot in here," he said, wiping sweat off of his forehead again with a part of his shirt that had escaped the set dry. "Are you here for the ambience or the show?" he asked.

[bad0gs]

𝗟𝗢𝘊𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕: local city diner, morning rush. 𝗪𝗜𝘛𝘏: anyone it's an open starter baby !!

⠀#⠀  THERE’S    AN    INDENT    OF    where    a    heart    should    be.    damp    and    apathetic    rhythm,    a    mere    echo    in    new    york’s    cavernous    soundscape.    escape    the    pouring    rain    and    cavalier    gaze    of    his    coworkers,    find    sanctuary    in    the    off  -  beat    depravity    of    city    diners.    something    quaint    in    all    it’s    common    man    pestilence,    faint    reminder    of    a    childhood    dead    in    the    way,    (    this    is    what    your    father    saved    you    from:    𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄    𝐎𝐅    𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.    )    pallid    gaze    watches    the    world    appear    and    erode,    note    the    tiniest    details    over    the    papers’    horizon,    just    unfortunately,    not    beside    him:    “    sorry,    whatever    you    said    could've been    the    next    bloody    second    word    of    christ    or    something    much    less    important.    does    it    look    like    i    was    listenin’    ?    ”