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[abcrs]

ཪ                   ♯𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

            the presence of 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 was promulgated with the arrival of a rhinestoned rectangle box being rolled into the center of the dance floor. the lights from the venue reflected upon the glittery surface causing a colorful illumination of light to dance upon the crowd. brawny men donned in revealing, salacious garments, that were fashioned with a bow tie to fit the formal dress code, used their vigor to roll the box in. her bewitching scent of a warmth sweetness & spiciness surrounded the ambience before the visual of her could even be seen. dramatically, the box fell open with an army of half naked men in crimson leather ensembles running outward to carry a carriage that held none other than the femme herself. she controlled the speed & direction of the carriage by cracking a long whip to inflict upon the surface of the men’s flesh. as the carriage made its rounds amongst the crowd, the cherry lips of the femme were puckered up as she gave a posh wave toward the onlookers. the extravagant display was true to her nature. once the carriage came to a halt, she was helped out by a few of the men. her sensuous figure moved with an erotic, slow tempo as she sauntered across the landscape of the ballroom. she slowly removed the sangria veil from her face to complete the act of theatre. one of the men held a microphone in his mouth like a gag, to which she retrieved to finally speak into. “ welcome to the gentleman’s choice ball ( ! ) we know gentleman’s choice isn’t one i fancy, but tonight is about fervor & romance. leaving all inhibitions of the outside world & simply enjoying the company of the one you adore. tonight’s playlist will be full of rhythm & blues. fellas croon your ladies & ladies, relish in it. please keep requests at a minimum & assure said requests flow with the vibe of tonight. i’m your dj & goddess tonight. relax as i take you through the sounds of 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄. ” after her mellifluous statement, she set in her mesmeric strut towards the booth to begin work.

[ghcyes]

     “aight, aight! we know that nerves are up, ‘cause we back. first time in a long time, and we know that folks been talkin’!” taking a look around the familiar faces of his players, the man nodded in appreciation, a grin beginning to spread on his features. “y’all been through a lot and worked y’all asses off to get back to doin’ what we love.” with his clipboard in hand, he spread his arms out, doing a dramatic effort to silence the room. “aye y’all hear that? those people out there for you. this only the beginning of a long ass journey, but we ready for it. ion give a damn what that board says at the end of the night. i just want y’all to go out there and give your all.” GIANNI nodded inward, signaling for everyone to bring it in. “’cause who are we!?” 

[crcs]

                                     𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 !  ft.  (  @mcnhce​​  )

         the mission was silent & stealth, their objective was to kidnap CRU’S beloved sister. in order to get her attention & what they felt as payback for her opposition to what they believed in. they knew that if one twin went missing then the other’s defenses would be down. subject one was the one to do it. they were able to get information on the driver MARILYN used. as a group they were able to pull her hired driver out of the car & drug him with hallucinogens. subject one took the place of the driver, swiftly pulling off once MARILYN entered the backseat of the vehicle. he ignored her directions, taking the wrong turn to head to their new destination. he pulled into the dark alley & concealed the sight of the defenseless woman with a blindfold. her hands & feet were later bound by rope by other members of the green peace party. pictures were taken of her to send to CRU as a warning. 

𝐌𝐒𝐆. — BITCH.JPG

𝐌𝐒𝐆. — BITCH2.JPG

𝐌𝐒𝐆. — if you want your sister safe maybe consider stop using so much fucking technology. donate your earnings to the green peace project. make a public statement denouncing the new tech advancements of bridgewood. 

𝐌𝐒𝐆. — or we’ll kill her & remember to stay green by stopping the use of plastic cups, straws, etc ! 

𝐌𝐒𝐆. — just have my bail money ready & be on stand by.

𝐌𝐒𝐆. — those green peace fuckers ? messed with the wrong bitch. 

𝐌𝐒𝐆. — oh, this is me, medusa. i had to contact you from the no ip address phone, ha. 

                          𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. — ‘ @nianssr​ & @csirism​​ ’

[ohdstny]

DESTINY was already awake and alert when she got the message about the social worker coming. after getting both babies dressed she placed them back into their crib. making her way into the living room she looked around for things to cover the dent in the wall. she didn’t have plans on getting questioned about it at all.

[brylcigh]

It took BRYLEIGH a humble twenty minutes along with a few near car accidents— due to her slight buzz and uncontrollable tears—to get to the hospital that ZAIRE was at, but she successfully made it there in one piece. Finding a parking spot near the entrance of the emergency wing of the hospital, she hurried out of her CLA-CLASS MERCEDES BENZ and rushed into the building, heading straight for the receptionist desk. “W-where is he? Zaire Stone, where is he at? I have to see him, that’s my fucking best friend. Is he okay? Is he alive? H-he’s going to be okay, right?—” she forced out, her words coming out jumbled as she ran her fingers through her tresses frantically as she nearly screamed at the startled woman sitting before her. A tall, caucasian security guard appeared behind her, threatening to kick her out of the hospital if she didn’t lower her voice. “I don’t care! I need to see him! Where the hell is he? W-what do you mean, I can’t go back there?! I know what’s going on with him, if you’d just let me see him I could—” realizing that her words meant nothing to the helpless strangers surrounding her, she slammed her fist onto the receptionist desk frustratedly before releasing a soft huff. “Just let me know when it’s okay to go see him, or when a doctor can come tell me what the fuck is going on,” she spoke in a much softer tone, accepting the fact that she wouldn’t be one of the first faces he saw when he woke up. Pushing past the officer, BRYLEIGH trudged towards the waiting area before plopping down into an empty seat, viciously tapping her foot against the tile floor as her mind filled itself with endless possibilities as to how the male ended up in this position— knowing the true answer was lying in the back of her mind.

[lituctions-blog]

As soon as he entered the restaurant where he would now be earning coins for the remainder of the school year at, Hugo adjusted the visor that sat on top of his head proceeded to greet his manager that stood in front of the cashier’s counter. Being that he’d already received his work tee prior to his start day he went ahead and clocked into the register after meeting his manager, taking it upon himself to begin a rainstorm of questions towards a coworker who’d been there much longer than him after he’d introduced himself to her. “W'sup, shorty? I’m Hugo, I saw your manager was mad busy so I came over to ask you a few things instead, ‘aight? Coo’. 'Aight so what time we get off, how long is our break and when is it, and can we eat the orders we get wrong? 'Cause a nigga kinda fat and I hate seein’ food get wasted.” Ending his series of questions, his brow arched curiously awaiting an answer from the female who tended to seasoning the tomato sauce before reverting his focus towards him with a forced smile as she flashed the answers at him. “Today? You get off 7:45, but tomorrow and for the rest of the week? 8:30, you may have to stay over for certain things or if you lose track of time. Your break? Thirty minutes and yours is in the next hour. And no, nigga. You can’t do that shit, you cute tho’ so maybe I’ll make you a pizza so you can take home tonight, daddy..” Hugo hit his Chrissy Teigen awkward expression as he slowly turned to take lessons from some other person, his body clenching up once he felt a smack on his backside as he paced over to another individual. “Ay’ man, get shorty 'cause already wildin’ and I dead just got here, I ain’t tryna have no work bae.”

[abcrs]

            𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀 posed in front of the booth that had a large blown up picture of her as the arc, decorated with a collection of rhinestones & glittery letters. grasping the pink megaphone from her stand, she began to speak into it. “ hey you ( ! ) yeah you ( ! ) if you’re an entering student or even an existing undergrad & wanna know how to be: fab, determined, successful, & chic  — like me. look no further. as a music management major, i’ve managed to be featured on all major streaming platforms with playlists i’ve curated. i’ve dj’d for a couple of sickening events. hell, i was even there when the first stone was thrown in the chris brown & migos altercation at the BET after party. no literally when they said cut the music, i was the bitch cutting the music. anyways ( ! ) i will briefly discuss navigating the music industry as a woman, how to command business & be unwavering in your requests, best sources for internships, & the key to networking. i said briefly because first rule is access to in depth tea costs a pretty fee ( ! ) be sure to take one of these fabulous pamphlets & spin the abracadabra wheel for a chance to win some cute things ( ! ) let’s get the music poppin’ ( ! ) ” the femme flipped her tresses over her shoulder & went over to the turntables to set the playlist in motion.