#undvrcontrol

[simplyamplex]

starter for @undvrcontrol​

This was supposed to be an interrogation of sorts.  A chance for the prosecution to find holes in his story to find out if he was hiding anything, but this was different.  Gerard had already confessed to the crime and had given the authorities more than enough detail to ensure that it was obvious it couldn’t be anyone else.  On top of that, he had already turned down his right to legal representation and told them he would be representing himself which would usually be unwise in a case that would keep him in jail.

Had he been a human that is.  Uncaring about the ever changing rules they had and because he knew he would be free again soon, he told them the truth of what he was.  A vampire.  None of them believed him and thought he was insane.  They put him in this cold metal place thinking that would be the end of things.  Whoever they had chosen as his opposing counsel was supposed to be visiting today to decide for herself if he was crazy or not and he awaited her arrival patiently.  What was a few hours or even weeks to a man older than Christianity itself?

[archived-celestialmuses]

closed starter for @undvrcontrol​

Leia had no right to be angry, to be upset. It had just been a simple misunderstanding, no harm done. The girl at the bar had noticed Leia and started flirting and Leia, of course, had flirted back. Then the lights of the bar caught her engagement ring and the girl apologized before pulling away and finding someone else. All in all, not a big deal.

So why was she so angry? Why did she immediately say goodbye to her friends and come home? Why did she look at her emails in the Uber home, see the one about finalizing the invitations order and almost throw her phone out the window? It was stress, she was obviously stressed and tired and she needed her fiance. She needed to wrap herself in one of Indigo’s hoodie and remember what was really important.

She entered the apartment quietly; it was late though not ridiculously so. “Indi darling, are you up still? I’m back.” Leia called as she took off her shoes and coat, leaving them by the front door. As she walked through the space, her eyes caught the pile of flowers and decorations  on the dining room table and she felt her throat close up in anguish. “Oh god, oh god, I can’t do this. I’m going to go crazy, I can’t handle this anymore.” She cried out, sinking to the floor. It was pathetic honestly, but all she focused on was curling into a tight little ball on the hardwood floor.

[alinafoxfield]

Another season wrapped and, as per usual, the ballet dancers elected to go barhopping downtown to celebrate. With all the training and being the principal, it felt deserved, but logically Alina knew she should have kept herself to just a couple of low-proof cocktails and definitely no shots until she’d had a weeks worth of getting back into the normal less-rigorous routine. She knew it, but when you were at the third bar of the night and trying to turn down shots from friends and strangers it was easier said than done.

Her head was a little dizzy, but she wasn’t drunk, no slurred speech or twisted ankles to be had. What was down was her guard. Alina turned to head back to her friends after ordering a Sprite and declining a stranger’s offer to buy her a drink when the man grabbed her wrist. When she tried to pull her arm away, the man didn’t let go until he knew the force would make her fall. Stumbling backward the brunette knocked over two dancers, spilling drinks and glasses en route. Her bronze skin was warm with embarrassment and the adrenaline pumping in her veins was a distraction to the little bits of glass in her arm and the small cuts that were red with warm blood. A thank you past her painted lips as she looked back at the strong arms helping her up, expecting it to be one of the dancers, the unfamiliar bright blue eyes were a surprising comfort, “Careful... there’s some glass on the floor, I think?” As her gaze fell to the floor she saw the blood on her arm and the tiny bits of glass, a mildly panicked whimper passing her lips as she asked, “That’s not serious, right?”

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[tckingflight]

for: @undvrcontrol​

8:30 PM. That’s the time Pierce told her he was going to meet her. In fact, that’s the time the whole damn thing was supposed to start. She had gotten ready in plenty of time beforehand, and now she was standing on the steps of some fancy place that she’s already forgotten the name of in a floor length, sparkly gown and freezing her ass off at 8:40 PM. And it was fair to say that she was getting more and more irritated as the minutes ticked by.

She pulled her coat closer to her in a futile attempt to protect herself from the wind, took a breath and pulled out her phone to text him when she saw him walking towards her and she narrowed her eyes at him. “Late,” she yelled at him, punctuating that single word by hitting him on the shoulder with her clutch. 

[evcrlasting]

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Jasper had mentally prepared himself for running into Kenzie. Don’t get him wrong, in any of his practiced scenarios it had never went well from him, he had always reached the point of mentally grovelling and something along the lines on begging and other things that —  no fake scenario could prepare him for Kenzie. He took a small breath, a tight smile on his face, “hey” he spoke quietly. Yeah, this was going to be great, what could go wrong running into your freshly broken-up ex while out trying to get said ex off his mind. He brought the drink to his lips, using the time to think his way out of the situation. Easier said than done. He cleared his throat, “uh how are you?” He didn’t really want to know but he was raised to at least be cordial.

[summcrtimesadness]

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“Oh look,” Eli wasn’t usually this chatty, and if it weren’t for the alcohol, he never would have taken himself over to the girl and struck up a conversation. “I thought you’d be at home, being friendless or something else equally sad,” he cocked his head to the side. “What are you doing here anyway? Did you get lost on your way to the library or a museum or something?” Granted, he knew almost nothing of Evelyn aside from what his father had told him, but the little he did know was coming in handy; that being, once one of their men had seen the girl in a bookstore near their side of town, and he felt that it was the right time to bring that up. He shouldn’t have struck up that conversation, even speaking to her could cause some sort of rift in the fraught peace that lingered, but he was drunk and it rendered Eli careless. 

[fadingfronticr]

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Iker sighed as he woke up. A sense of melancholy ran through his body, starting to make him think he’d be better off asleep. They’d be better off asleep, knowing that at least they were next to each other. His heart felt heavy on his chest, and he offered them a shy-small smile once they faced each other. This was it? He started to feel like maybe it was, yet he wanted it all to be different. The bed started to feel cold, and he was sure his mattress wouldn’t be the same at all when they weren’t there anymore. “What you wanted wasn’t me...” he stated, facing the ceiling as he wanted hard to make their stay a little bit longer. “I don’t want to be a stranger.”

[imperfectox]

@undvrcontrol​

A mechanic by day and a bartender at night, Brooks loved his life just as much as any other despite the hours he had to work. He was at his bar, tending to the drinks like every other night he’s there. As he looked at the crowd of people that filled the place, he was happy that people were enjoying themselves. He created this space for people who just wanted to relax and forget about their problems so when he spotted a familiar face coming through the door, a smile was plastered on his face. Immediately, he started making her drink. “Nice to see you again. How’s work?”