#tencbrarum

[trialls]

closed  starter for @tencbrarum​

location:  lewis’

cold expression ,  vapid gaze .     it’s,  “ you don’t want any part of this . ”     that he juts out ,      confidence rolling from the tongue ,     for he can simply tell .     youth shines under dim lights ,     a sheer glow of naivety ,     one that hasn’t shielded dust ,     or treaded down a dirt path     from the center of a crossroads .     he sees signs and he senses ,     she hasn’t quite lived just yet     --     or for this matter ,     let reality grapple her     in its abrasive hold .     if she continues on like this ,      she might just have the honor     to face death in the peepholes     of its empty ,  hollow skull ...     meaningless things ,  he reminds himself .    he doesn’t let such a concerns wash over him ,     for compassion can be wasted     on other people     elsewhere .     “now ,  if you don’t have any information for me     --     wouldn’t you have somewhere else to be ? ” 

[serafinmosqueda]

STATUS: closed for @tencbrarum​

LOCATION: phoenix’s speakeasy

Serafin’s hulking figure and street clothes stood out underneath the glamorous lights of the speakeasy, surrounded by women who dressed to impress not just possible suitors but those who funded their survival.  He didn’t look down, he didn’t want to think about the streaks of blood that stained the denim of his jeans, the blood stained wood shavings that dusted his shoes.  He wasn’t there to impress anybody anyhow.  Despite his reservation to trust, and his tendency to refer to the new members of the organization by their title and nothing more, he cared about them. He’d sponsored two of his own over the years, and knew well of the challenges both mentally and physically one was faced with when they entered the realm Valencia offered.  Spotting the little bird he was seeking out, he purposefully tried to ease his face, unclenching his jaw muscles for her sake.  “Bird.” He gave her a nod, the man wasn’t dumb enough to taint her name with a title while she tried to earn.  “Everything going alright?”  He quirked an eyebrow at her, eyes studying her features for any signs of distress--a distressed street rat was a dangerous one.

[jennymann]

STARTER FOR: @tencbrarum​ LOCATION: Jenny’s apartment. SETTING: Evening.

Living by the hospital was not ideal. Most evenings, Jenny’s small apartment was illuminated by flashes of red and blue, a fatal combination, signaling an emergency. The sirens go all night, waking her up in the middle of her slumber, the sound blaring. It’s why it was nice to have someone there with her right now, something to distract from the sharp noises that ring through the streets and through the air of her space. 

Something to know about Jenny was that she was not a lover. Never has been. She’s a reluctant woman, really. But something about Amara unlocked untapped emotions within the older woman. Perhaps it’s a sisterly bond she never got to indulge upon with her own sisters. “My sisters are cunts,” Jenny says randomly as Amara puts eyeshadow along Jenny’s closed eyelids. They weren’t cunts and she doesn’t actually mean it, but Jenny was always saying things she doesn’t mean. She was a little like her mother in that way. 

Suddenly, before she can continue, she flinches, feeling like she’s gotten pigment in her eyes, “Ow! God, I’m gonna go blind from these little makeup sessions!” She jokes dramatically, leaning down to look in the mirror and inspect her eye.