#stcrscrossed

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closed starter: @stcrscrossed​

location: the viper room night club, hollywood

he had found himself at a crossroads of his life - wanting to be something better, scared that he’d fall on his face, so he decided to just stay stuck, engaging in self-destructive activity after self-destructive activity, trying to numb himself from all the thoughts that clouded his mind. and tonight was no different. he was already high off his mind, a cigarette in one hand and a glass in the other, two girls in his lap kissing at his neck as he stared blankly ahead. and when a familiar blonde came into his line of vision, arms lazily nudged them to get off of him. “go away, i’m bored.” he spat out at them, bloodshot, hooded eyes falling on alana. “step right up, come take your turn and see if you can make me feel something.” he slurred out, another drag from his cigarette following.

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𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓸 : sisters

johnny: hi guys. i'm sorry i didn't tell you in person, but i'm leaving. i don't know when i'll be back but i can't do it anymore...i'm leaving the show and i just have to figure out who i am. sorry to leave you guys with mom, but i know you'll all be okay without me.

johnny: be good. i love you all.

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📱𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 -> ACE.

persephone: seriously?!?!?!

persephone: did you forget the whole 'let's keep this lowkey' agreement? my KIDS are gonna see that!!

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  for  any.  (  @stcrscrossed​  )

"  you've  lost  me  ,  "  he  admits  ,  cutting  into  the  other's sentence  to  stop  them  as  they  were  going.  trying  to  keep  up with  a  conversation  he  knew  very  little  about  when  he'd  been nursing  a  steady  buzz  since  about  9am  that  morning  was  more difficult  than  he  would've  liked  to  admit.  "  so  ...  how  do you  know  them  ?  and  why  have  they  pissed  you  off  again  ?  "

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  for  any.  (  @stcrscrossed​  )

silence  lingers  between  the  two  as  they  stare  up  into  the  sky  at  the  dark  expanse  above  them.  "  i  think  there's  too  much light  pollution  to  be  able  to  see  anything  ,  "  monroe  says quietly  ,  just  above  a  whisper  ,  after  a  while.  "  i  don't think  this  is  gonna  work.  "

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  for  any.  ( @stcrscrossed​  )

when  you  see  someone  upset  at  the  club  ...  you  do  something about  it  ,  right  ?  it's  common  human  decency.  so  when  sadie ,  tipsy  but  still  far  too  sober  for  her  liking,  spots  the other  there's  only  one  thing  to  do.  "  hey  ,  what's  up  ?  " she  asks  ,  pulling  the  other  into  a  quick  hug.  "  you alright  ?  "

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closed starter for @stcrscrossed​ (ace)

​sunglasses over her eyes and car pulling into the back entrance of his home, trying to remain as incognito as possible - the last thing she needed was the world still thinking she was sneaking around with ace bishop. and especially now that her and julian had ever so secretly rekindled, she knew she had to put their little fling to an end, but of course had to come up with an excuse for it. belongings of his that had been scattered around her home placed in a cotton tote, fist lifts upwards to knock at his door, offering a tight lipped smile. “hi, sorry to just show up i...just had some of your things at my place still and i wanted to drop them off.” she said, handing the bag over to him. “can we talk for a minute?” 

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closed starter for @stcrscrossed​ (lena)

sure, she had been an actress for over a decade, but if there’s anything she hated more, it was all the glitz and glamor that came with it. she had never been a girl that enjoyed the dress up, red carpets being her worst nightmare, especially in recent months with the downfall of her image. but alas, her team was trying to force her back into the game, and gearing up for the eventual press tour she would have to go on for her latest movie, they had a string of events lined up for her - one of which she was at a fitting for right now. noticing that lena kennedy was also getting a fitting nearby, she kept her distance as she was escorted to the racks that had been chosen for her, fingers skimming across the dresses as hands landed on a simple, black lace one. “what about this one?” she asked the stylst. “oh, that must have slipped through the cracks...that’s a valentino and...valentino is just a really big fan of alabama, they don’t really want someone like you wearing their clothes. let me go find something similar. perhaps a dolce?” the stylist said with a slight scrunch of her nose, felicity nodding as she let out a defeated sigh, plopping down on the couch. “well perhaps valentino shouldn’t employ someone who’s botox is so bad that the side of their face is drooping.” she muttered under her breath about the stylist, eyes shooting to lena when she realized that she had said that out loud. “well, i’m not wrong, right?”