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closed starter · zehra & shady @staincdvermillion location · fire station 118

lafd tee shirt stretches across his chest — now pumped from the gym, the garment fit tighter than it had when he put it on. endorphins and self satisfaction still lulled over him like a song as he made the traipse from the station's weight training set up back to his bunk. it was a short journey, requiring passageway through one of the several garage installments that'd been added onto the building over the years, as the department grew.

an unfamiliar figure startles the male, their back facing him. they seemed to be observing one of the fire engines, as if studying the chipped paint job, and for a brief moment, their stark confidence almost lead shady to believe that they belonged there. slight as the stranger's build was, however, he eventually concluded that they couldn't possibly be another employee, and anyone with a desk job would've long since headed home before the sun went down.

he cleared his throat, taking a few steps closer. " uhh, can i help you ? we don't run station tours after eight. how'd you even get in here ? "

#this isnt good but i dont care!!!!!!#staincdvermillion #𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚣 ( starter )#𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚣 ( zehra sahin )

closed starter · gris & cassio @staincdvermillion location · griselda's funky loft

" hey there, loverboy, " she greeted the male at her front door, wasting absolutely no time in setting the tone of the visit she'd prompted for the two of them. a man like cassio, history or not, required little tact. " step into my office. "

griselda promptly closed the door behind him, clicking two deadbolts and a chain lock, ever paranoid as she was. " thought it was time you see it, i guess. " since their break-up, griselda had moved a couple of times after coming into some money, eventually finding herself settled into a brutalist loft space that felt a little more like the cozy cyberpunk home she'd always envisioned — stark in difference to the villa-style mother-in-law house she'd once occupied on her parents property. a place that she had made it her personal mission to desecrate each room of, with cassio as her partner in crime.

she wandered towards the couch, falling back into the seat with a casualness that bordered on careless. " come sit, cutie. we got shit to talk about. " her confidence was misplaced, but sitting on information always boosted her ego. open hand patted the cushion directly next to her, as if coaxing a small animal to jump up.

#her one month ago: crying in his arms #her now: come here bitch #𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 ( starter )#𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 ( feat cassio barone )#staincdvermillion

closed starter · griselda & cassio @staincdvermillion location · the coffee shop

it would be a lie if she denied the ache in her chest inspired by the confusion in her ex boyfriend's voice that morning. ( fortunately for her, she was very comfortable with dishonesty. ) he'd called right in the middle of an early morning rush. griselda had always woken up earlier than him, even before she worked at the coffee shop, even when they'd spent most nights entwined in each other's limbs. but she'd have fucked off in the middle of even the most important of coffee orders to answer his call. today, the groggy gravel of his throat had plucked the the little strings inside her heart just right, hitting notes in perfect order to inspire a deeply empathetic obligation. come see me, she'd told him, if only to get some caffeine in his system, if only to momentarily feast her eyes on his handsome face.

she had just finished sopping up a coffee spill all over the middle of the rug — god damn this job — as the front door jingled to alert his presence. the dirty dishrag occupying her hands functioned well to keep her from wrapping her arms around him in a hug, because even though their relationship was complicated, griselda was always glad to see him up and about. blood flushing in his cheeks, light in his eyes : these were things she no longer took for granted. " hi, " there was an uncharacteristic meekness to her sing-songy voice, head cocking to the side. " still sleepy ? " given his state of confusion earlier, she was doing her best to take it slow instead of bombarding him with questions about how he could possibly forget, even for a moment, that they were no longer together.

#hiiii let me know if this doesnt make sense lksdjfljsdfk #𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 ( starter )#staincdvermillion

❧ @staincdvermillion (kaan) ❧ bourbon & smoke

It had been a while since the events at the art exhibition and the days afterwards in which plenty of people had found themselves bound to hospital beds, struck down with instructions to rest before business had picked up as usual, life moving on as though nothing had happened. And once things had gone back to normal, so had her schedule. Checking on patients that came to the clinic that was her cover, or the shifts in the hospital. Not to mention the occasional Nightshade member. All she'd see. All but one.

Whether by mistake or full intention, Caterina had a need to make sure all was well even when it seemed clear. "I hope you don't mind me dropping in. Wanted to see for myself that you're up and about again." Of course, surely anything of the opposite would have reached her ears by now.

#❧ a word with kaan #staincdvermillion #❧ the words of caterina #❧ do hope this works and if not do let me know

closed starter · raphael & ambrose @staincdvermillion location · raphael & elise's home

while he questioned — hoped, really, out of principle — whether or not he had the right place, ambrose knew deep inside that he did. his assistant had pulled raphael's address straight from their payroll. a mistake was certifiably impossible. there wasn't anything wrong with the building, per se, but the male preferred to live in the dark when it came to the personal lives of his employees. it was none of his business that two of his more successful underlings lived in a fucking townhome. the mere thought of sharing a wall with strangers was enough to make his skin crawl.

still, he knocked on the door and waited, hands linked behind his back like some religious solicitor about to make his big pitch about being saved by jesus's light, or something. the sentiment made him chuckle under his breath, bottom lip then sucked between his teeth as the front door finally opened.

" we need to talk. " if all he had was his ability to be ominous, he'd wield it like a weapon, timbre aching with gravity. in truth, he'd stopped by for two reasons. the first — to drop off a bonus check for both raphael and his roommate. the second ? was to never be disclosed. the kind of information one couldn't waterboard out of the co-leader.

#𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚠 ( starter )#𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚠 ( feat raphael jayalath )#staincdvermillion

❧ @staincdvermillion (ramses) ❧ heritage vault - art exhibition

Attention was one thing, the odd one out especially at such events a whole other thing. It was the wide spread variety of attendees that had the Castro daughter questioning intentions. Her eyes scan the crowd, smile spreading wider but only to appear as calm and amused as ever. "If you'll excuse me."

An odd figure, talking far too much about topics she'd rather not go near out of a sheer need to avoid boredom. "Walk with me, will you?" Her eyes speak volumes as she carefully offers her arm to the stranger, hoping he'll escort her out of the situation. "I'm sure there's someone waiting, hm?"

#❧ the words of isabella #bloodnglory.event.003 #❧ a word with ramses #staincdvermillion

❧ @staincdvermillion (kian) ❧ heritage vault - art exhibition

Despite the joy and the festivities, there were moments when Safiye just needed a chance to breathe. Before she knows it she finds herself staring at the art, eyes drifting across the pieces when she notices another presence nearby. One person, instead of the countless attending the occasion.