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[tcmmykane]

location: 10 pin plaza, night

Tommy found himself dissociating more and more often as he worked, merely going through the motions like muscle memory without committing any of his brain to the menial labor. He kept an airpod in one ear while he managed his job -- cleaning this, wiping that, taking out the trash, and so on and so forth. It was like the background of the bowling alley/arcade mashup had disappeared -- its patrons nothing more than buzzing insects far out of Tommy’s thoughts.

On his third round through one spot of the building, he saw a beer bottle that had been mostly empty and sitting -- neglected -- for at least an hour. The patron who had ordered it was still seated near enough to it that Tommy hadn’t bothered tossing it, but now he was irritated. He stopped, brows raised, and called their attention, “You gonna throw this away or do I have to wait for you to leave and pick it up for you?”

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[cassiebennett]

Open Starter

The Streets of New York

Was it a smart idea to be walking along the streets of New York City alone at night? Probably not but Jenny was asleep and Cassie just needed to do something. She wasn’t sure exactly what that thing was but it was New York City after all, you know the city that never slept? Something was bound to be open at this time right? She wasn’t paying attention to wear exactly she was walking, just wondering around aimlessly really with her hands shoved in her coat pockets and her cheeks tinted pink from the cold air kissing them. When she came across a figure stood at an intersection waiting for the light to change and allow for them to cross she probably should have left the silence between them but instead she decided to speak “Hey know anything to do around here at an hour like this?” She questions, not having seen the persons face yet. 

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[fashionistamaisyackerman]

LOCATION: Central Park WHO: Open

The pencil between her teeth shifted as she erased something in her journal. An idea had struck her in the middle of her walk through the park and she absolutely had to jot it down before she forgot. Ohh -- and she just got a new piece from the thrift shop down the street that would work wonderfully with the dress pattern she had in mind. 

Maisy replaced the pencil with her pink eraser, eyes burrowing in concentration. The woman didn’t bother looking were she was going as she drew and next thing she knew her journal was on the ground and she was steadying herself on the person in front of her.       “Oh my goodness, I am - I am so sorry. Are you okay?”

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[mrconnorandrews]

For: Open to anyone

Location: NYC Bar

Connor sat at the bar, beer in hand as he talked freely to whoever happened to be around him. Shy had never been a word used to describe Connor in any way, shape, or form. Though he had certainly seen the bad side of people before, he was an eternal optimist and still considered everyone he met as a friend until they proved otherwise. He believed that people were inherently good, which made his dislike of his parents and their high society crowd all the worse. He believed that they chose to be that stuck up, callous, and rude. 

Tonight wasn’t about his parents however, tonight Connor had a new topic of conversation. “I mean, you know there’s almost a hundred and fifty subway stations in Manhattan, right? Only thirty-six of them are wheelchair accessible. Isn’t that crazy?” he asked before taking another sip of his beer, “I mean, honestly, stairs still aren’t the easiest for me, sometimes I just can’t do it. And if the leg’s acting up bad enough that I have to use my chair for a bit? It’s a no go. I mean, the busses are accessible, but it’s still such a pain.”

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[florarhodes]

꧁꧂

S T A R T E R

- streets of nyc

getting kicked out from a poker club wasn’t on flora’s radar that night. she wasn’t bad at the game at first but other players started noticing her c h e a t i n g and distracting other players. seeing the first person on the street after exiting the club she can’t help but make light of the embarrasing situation “now that’s how you win at poker!” while being escorted by bouncers

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[callie-boseman]

★ Open Starter ☆

Callie had been doing a great deal of thinking, about her life, this past week and when she was not thinking she was working. There did not seem to be much time for her personal life, but she had to admit it was her fault. It became easy, after four years, to glide through her day as a nanny and handle her clients in the free time. However, she was starting to feel overwhelmed; she knew that a change in the normal day to day routine could be beneficial.

There is a studio not far from home. Callie passed by it earlier in the week and took note of a sign promoting beginner’s yoga. Being a nanny to three children has its stressful moments so she thought yoga may be a good way to relax. When she arrived, it was not long before she realized the mistake she’d made. Somehow, she missed that the sign stated hot yoga and she had not been prepared for the intensity.

Callie stepped out from the studio’s door, into the fresh air that was much cooler than the room she’d come from. As she turned to begin the walk home, Callie ran straight into a person moving in the opposite direction. She fell backwards unable to balance her wobbly legs. Looking up she blurted, “Oh dear, I am so sorry!”

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[irisorchids]

Closed

Outside of Dotty’s Corner Café

Esmeray cursed lightly to herself as she circled her car, no doubt looking like a criminal trying to figure out the best tactic to break into the vehicle. Leave it to her to lock her keys inside of her vehicle. She had been in a rush, running into the café for a coffee and bagel, completely unaware of her mistake until she stood there, bag grasped between her teeth with a coffee in one hand as her free one frantically felt through her pockets in search of her keys, only to then spot them sat right on her front seat, doors locked. She had attempted to call her father seeing as he had her spare key but he hadn’t answered. She settled on leaving a message for him figuring he would get it at some point.

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[cecebateman]

The job she once loved had become such a burden to Cecelia. There were cases few and far between that she actually felt passionate about-- the ones in which she was genuinely helping someone seek justice. Luckily it had been one of those days. The case had gone splendidly and she felt less robotic after the workday than usual. It was a rare high that she recalled when she first fell into that career path. Cece had even finished early and decided that there was nothing wrong with treating herself. She might as well enjoy the luxuries of a meal out while she still had the fancy job and could afford it. Not that she had any intentions of quitting unless she suddenly became some blossoming artist, but she didn’t intend to share those thoughts aloud either.

The Star-Catcher was a local favorite for good reason, and the blonde let a breathy sigh escape as she settled into her seat and perused the menu. Not that she really needed to look it over; she always went with the bacon cheeseburger. As she placed her order with the waitress and boldly added a glass of wine along with it, Cece looked around the crowded room. The place was buzzing, and somehow that thought made her feel less alone. And perhaps a little generous. “I’d like to pay for the table in the corner over there as well,” Cecelia insisted to the waitress quietly. It was too dark to make out who the person was, but it felt like the perfect time to pay it forward. While she still could. 

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[jessxwestward]

“Shit. Sorry” Jess slurred, stumbling out of the bar. She couldn’t help but giggle at the grunts and groans of the people she’d run into. Her friends were still inside, drinking and living it up. There was an old hook up that had popped in, so Jess took it as her que to leave. I need a smoke. She thought, stumbling away from the door. The music seemed as loud outside as it did inside. Her hips lightly swayed as she put her cigarette in her mouth, bring the lighter to end. Flick. Flick. “Fuck.” Shaking the lighter a few times before giving up, Jess groaned and looked around. “Anyone got a light?”

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[peter-donnelly]

Any time Peter could get out of the office before night had fallen was a good time in his books, and today definitely counted for it. Extra time meant he could try to get the bulk of his Christmas shopping taken care of, so he headed to a shopping plaza in the area. Unlike others in his family, Peter preferred to get gifts himself rather than have an assistant simply pick things out for him to save him the trouble. It was the personal touch he enjoyed, and hoped that those he gave gifts to realized that they actually came from the man himself. Growing up, it was patently obvious each Christmas morning that Jackson was just as surprised as he was with every gift opened... and not because they came from Santa or even from his mother, it was because the secretary or assistant he’d tasked with doing such tasks hadn’t filled him in on it beforehand either.

Walking through the mall slowly, taking in the decorations and lighting and displays, he stopped to pause at the majestic tree set up in the center court of the mall and the grand display. Weaving in and around it was the long line of kids waiting to get a few moments with Santa Claus. Peter’s enjoyment of the season made him a little late to realize that somebody had approached him at first, until he was stirred out of his reverie by their voice.

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[russianwardrobequeen]

Welcome to New York - open

  🎵 And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb. And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come... 🎵 Alyria is oblivious to anyone else as she sings down the street, staring at the map of New York, as she walks along the sidewalk of the Manhattan suburb. Her hair is in low pig tails and a beanie hat that emblazons the title bad hair day adorns her head. The young Russian woman looks like she has stepped out of a nineties gap advert with a black silk bomber jacket, baggy dark blue jeans ( which is really dungarees) and some bright blue converse sneakers. To juxtapose her outfit is her ravenclaw striped scarf and gloves and the bright blue beats headphones wedged over her hat. Although she looks like she has haphazardly thrown it all on, the running theme of the blue shows it  has been planned. 

A gust of wind takes the map into the sky, leaving her alone and she looks around to gain some bearings of where she could be. Throwing her rucksack over her shoulder she reaches into the pocket of her coat to find her phone dead. “ Crap” She mutters and stops in her tracks. “ Hey.” She calls out to the nearest person. “ You know this street? I am looking for..” She stops and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper covered in lipstick marks and ink. “ Bryant park.”

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[tcmmykane]

Tommy spent his days off doing whatever the hell he wanted. He should have done laundry or taken out his trash, or maybe he should have gone to see his mother who loved him so much, but -- instead -- he found himself in a dimly lit bar with a whiskey in front of him and the television blaring some bullshit news story he didn’t care about.

He took a big gulp from the glass before setting it back down, eyes focused on the television, “Can you believe this sensationalized bullshit?” He asked to no one in particular.

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[emersonduval]

open to: anyone and everyone!

location: anywhere in the city but emerson would likely be somewhere in queens

          It was early in the evening on one of Emerson’s rare nights off and she was just on her way home from picking up a few things at the grocery store. She was holding tightly to three reusable shopping bags that were filled to the brim with her weekly staples; ramen noodles, diet coke and cherries— lots and lots of cherries. Sure, there were other things buried beneath those things, but those really were the main staples of her diet these days. Just as the brunette was weighing the pros and cons of walking home versus calling an Uber, a flurry of aggressive car horns caught her attention from the street. She whipped around just in time to watch a pair of bikers narrowly avoid the front bumper of a car that clearly hadn’t shoulder checked before attempting a tight right hand turn. 

          “Holy fuck!” Emerson shouted, nearly stepping off the curb in surprise. Her body was reacting before her brain could keep up, leading to her feet moving towards the street out of a purely subconscious reaction. One of Em’s feet caught the curb and she stumbled, catching herself just in time before she herself fell into the street; which was, of course, filled with cars speeding through the nearby yellow light. One of the bags Emerson was carrying tipped too far to one side as she over-corrected and her giant bag of cherries fell out, spilling over the sidewalk. Emerson groaned, another string of half-hearted curse words leaving her mouth before she could stop herself. But before she moved to pick up the mess she’d made, she was sure to check on the cyclists who had nearly been pummeled by that idiot in the Audi. They were fine, of course, and had continued on their way down the street. Em’s cherries on the other hand... 

          Someone had stopped on the sidewalk next to her and Emerson turned to them, her eyes still wide at the near miss she’d just witnessed. As she bent at the waist to pick up her no longer edible fruit, she launched ahead, breathlessly, “Did you see that? This city is insane. Remind me to invest in a florescent vest or something. I’m not going to make it another week here without getting my ass hit. And I cannot afford to be stumbling around on crutches.” 

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[cassiebennett]

Cassie was currently sat on the stairs outside of some random apartment as she chowed down on a sandwich she had just purchased from a store on the corner, her free hand occupied with the newest book she had picked up from a donation bin. Today was one of the rare occasions she had off a day besides Sunday and she was going to cherish it, although her and anyone she worked with could tell you she would probably end up behind the bar at some point tonight. Working so much usually didn’t bother her all to much tough. She really didn’t know very many people around here despite having lived in the city a while now. She had been so engrossed in her novel that she had been completely oblivious to the sound of somebody clearing their throat in her direction. 

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[younghoax]

It ain’t a habit or nothing. Only happens once every so often, used to be when Marco pissed him off and the idea of sleeping in that fucking apartment was too insufferable to face. These days it’s a little more common, sure, but only because he’s distancing himself from Archie and Sam and Spencer and... well, anyone that might be a damn big help right about now. When he does pass out in his car though, it’s rarely planned. He’d usually have a couch to crash on or, during desperate times, will sulk back into the apartment to spend the night in his own bed if he knows Marco won’t be around.

Today, it’s almost noon and he’s still sleeping, having dozed off unexpectedly in some random side-street that means nothing to him at all. In his dream there’s this snake; long and deep red, striking at him. This snake though, it’s all tangled; got its body all mangled up in itself so tight that its tail’s dying. Every time it strikes at him, the knot gets tighter... 

It’s a bang against his window that wakes him. Or maybe a soft knock - it’s hard to tell when you’re in a deep sleep like that. Jordan startles, darting up and hitting his head on the car door in the process.

“Fuck,” he grumbles, then quints through the window, “Fucking-- What?! Jesus.” He reaches down. Fucking old car with its fucking manual windows. Gotta roll that shit down like it’s a workout.

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[spencerquinnofficial]

Othello, 11:20pm, Friday 19th February • Open Starter

Originally, Spencer hadn't planned on going out tonight. He still isn't convinced he'll stay, but that weird post that surfaced has left him even more confused than he already was and, frankly, he thought posting a picture from the roof of Othello (where the drama had begun) would be pretty funny. The comments thought otherwise.

He's sipping a cocktail, feeling a little more sophisticated than usual as he sits alone at a table beneath a large heater as he people-watches. Spencer doesn’t so much as glance up when he’s approached. He rolls his eyes and looks back towards the street again.

"No," he drones. "Before you ask: I'm not interested in your feedback on that Blacklist post - the one about me, or the one I participated in. I’m done talking about both." Spencer rolls his eyes. "You ought to stop looking at me like that - you're out-salting my Margarita."

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