alcssandros

[alcssandros]

@nadinehayes

alessandro was no idiot: he was fully aware that he was not by any means well liked around the house. even, to say that he was liked would be an overstatement. instead; balanced on the brink between disinterest and disliked, alessandro knew that he needed to work on his social skills. especially when it came to the female before him - who didn’t care much about him to begin with. treading into the kitchen; empty glass bottle in hand, and his eyes land on the petite female. “nadine.. “ more than a nod in greeting was often a special occasion for the male; but it was clear that certain circumstances called for such manners. with one look at the other and his mind flashed back to the basement; with BLOOD spilling from her brother coloured alec’s hands. “i... i didn’t .. i wasn’t aware that you had arrived here.” 

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@zclla​

he doesn’t know why he’s still here. the mansion seemed to grow smaller by each day; despite how it’s inhabitants seemed to decrease even more these days. bodies seemed to keep pile up, hazel - and grim - eyes were looking upon the backyard. mentally mapping out where the next few GRAVES would be; already planning where he would be forced put the shovel next. why was he still here again? alessandro’s hands shook slightly as he patted down his jacket, looking for a lighter or any other vice that would steady his troubled mind. 

verging on being named a SOCIOPATH, alec had yet to break down - to fell a tear or even any softspoken words for the newly departed. nor had he spared many thoughts for the two people inside of the house whom where still in jeopardy. called him _coldhearted _( at least that label was generous enough to grant him a heart), but none of that seemed to touch him. at least not touch him in the way that his insides twisted and turned upon the sight of his cousin; the sight of distress and worry on her features. larger hands were quick to cover hers out on the terrace - the search of a lighter quickly forgotten. “_HEY, .. z..” _his tone was low; constantly aware that something might be listening. “.. how are you holding up... - really?”

[alcssandros]

hey gang! i will spend a majority of the day on a train; so, that makes for the perfect time to post a STARTER CALL. so, my lovelies - if you would like a closed starter with this loser, please like this post and i will make it happen! 

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THE SKELETONS AS GOSSIP GIRL CHARACTERS,

VINDICTIVE as CARTER BAIZEN, CELEBRITY as DAMIEN DALGARD, HEATHEN as GEORGINA SPARKS and ALCOHOLIST as IVY DICKENS

[alcssandros]

hey guys, i am still around, i’m just working 5 nights in a row which means that i am basically a zombie who can’t write replies for the life of her. i have my last shift tomorrow though, so activity will be back to normal then!’

also, welcome to all the new members! i’m so excited to get to know all of you. and please LIKE this post if you want to plot!

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cxshin:

alcssandros:

quite unusually, cash stared at the other that stood before him and his ghastly white face changed, a smile tickling the edge of his lips. somehow, it was more horrible to see as his lips turned upwards and he let out a laugh. a long, dry laugh, that was twisted with th estrange edges of grief. “you’re funny,” he told him, his eyes still dark and dead. no real emotion, just demented amusement that wasn’t quite real, that felt so faraway, in his eyes. “i’ll try but my sister says i’m always getting in the way. it’d be weird if i stopped in death.”

DAMMIT, alessandro’s voice echoed in his head, assessing the situation before him. yet, another presumably reliable mind which had completely gone to waste after the most recent events. “i prefer the term witty, but i’ll let it slide.” a sarcastic drawl was the most initial response, alessandro’s hand patting the other’s shoulder with unecessary force. “your sister seems to be a clever girl. i would much rather have her sharp mind in a moment of crisis... -which, accidently, this happens to be. so, pretty boy, how about you try and lend me a hand here? when the big scary monster comes, try to at least land in a convenient way where i can just push you aside while i make a run for it.”

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theoharpcr:

usually theo was the one avoiding everything about a situation but the events were affecting him worse than he thought. he felt lost and confused. more so than normal. he couldn’t even get high that’s how out of it he was. he was still trying to wrap his head around everything. he wasn’t sure that would happen. “no, not at all. no one is killing people in the basement. it’s totally normal.” he rolled his eyes, taking another drag as he glanced at the taller male. “everyone is in there, alec. they’re all crying and freaking out. it’s a mess.” 

“i wouldn’t say NORMAL, but i am surely more accustomed to finding dead bodies than most of the people in here.” mumbled under his breath, in many ways a very cold, dry statement - yet seemed appropriate in the male’s head. “well, considering there’s quite the possibility that there’s a serial killer after us... - i would appreciate your help with cleaning up this mess.” a look was shot over his shoulder. “we need to get everyone out... at least the ones we care about. maybe you can start working on a list or something, to rank the people we actually like fi-...” yet another insensitive joke was interrupted by his one common sense, alessandro straightening up as he leveled his gaze with the other. “come on dude... i can’t do this all by myself.”

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zclla:

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zella felt alec’s presence before heard his voice; his energy was one that she could never mistake, despite her current state of mind. nerves bristling while he spoke, she tried to find some peace when their skin collided, his hands soothing as they gripped her wrists and her gaze found him finally. celadon eye only peered into his for a just moment before they began to water, her facade crumbling at her feet –– she couldn’t hide her despair from him ( anyone but him ). “…get out?” she questioned after a beat, tone teetering on the verge of a whisper as she shifted her right hand to turn over in his, urgently gripping his fingers for support. the other desperately reached out once more to finish what she started before his censure rattled her bones, shaking zella once more. “wait, what’s going on? why are you so upset? i… no, alec, i am NOT leaving without you. just… p-please let me stay with you, we’ll find coley together. i can’t be without you, not anymore.”

undoubtedly, zella’s touch was the only one which didn’t make his skin crawl; one which didn’t burn at the SOFTNESS that he was so unexposed to. even in such desperate times, the way zella clutched to him was much gentler than what alessandro had known. the girl was out of it; her hues clearly moving over his features in utter confusion at his initial words. “... zel, listen to me.” the realization hit his cousin with enough power to have alec’s hand cup her cheek, regaining her focus just as it started to slip from him. “.. nothing’s happened, i PROMISE.” a little white lie surely couldn’t do any harm at this point. “i just.. i just need to find cole and i’ll drive us out of here.” another steady hand placed at the back of her neck, fixating his gaze on her. “you won’t be without me. not for long, at least. just let me get you into a car and i’ll find cole and... i won’t be able to focus unless i know that you’re out of harm’s way.”

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cxshin:

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   a stoic expression formed upon the features that had a moment ago been filled with frantic frenzy and he looked up at alec, who stood there in his darkened glory in the spill of light that surrounded them, more tainted than the sun upon their arrival, “once.” it was the truth. it had taken this to make cash realise that perhaps he and dante had not been friends like they once were, perhaps they hadn’t been close, maybe cash’s relationships weren’t exactly as they appeared to him through his mirror on the wall. “yeah, well,” he finally met the others eyes, his own just as dark but now clouding other with something else, “maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing. i’d rather die first than last.”

perhaps it was PITY that came alessandro’s features; an emotion which he had never been comfortable expressing previous to this moment. after all, any reaction other than clecnhed fists and anger always seemed to be the wrong fit under his skin. however, the other’s word echoed in his mind; stirring something inside of the taller male. once. maybe that syllable alone was enough to earn a softer tone from alec... but then again - maybe not. “ LOOK. if your next move here is to roll over and let.. - whatever’s done there, get you, then i couldn’t fucking care less. if you’re higher up on the kill list, then that only means that i’m further down. HOWEVER, there’s still a lot of people here that would like to live, so do me a favor and try to not be in the way when you decide to bleed out on the hardwood floor, alright?” 

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imogems: 

No matter how many thoughts swirled through the red head’s mind, none of them compared to the visual of Isaac dead that seemed to be displayed in HD any time she closed her eyes. She was quiet for now, her eyes locked on their hands. His touch so rough but familiar. In a strange way just that was enough to bring more comfort than she anticipated. The moment he swore, though, Imogen visibly flinched and pulled her grasp from his, her brows knit together in frustration as the high level of fear and confusion that pulsed through her veins lead her emotions to bounce erratically back and forth. “Don’t fucking swear at me right now.” She said, her voice stronger and a bit louder than she anticipated. 

“Wait.” Imogen stopped, her once hard glare softening only slightly. Yup, the anger already subsided and now a stronger fear pulsed through her body. “Rowan’s here?” Disbelief in her tone, she hadn’t even seen her sister yet. When did she arrive? When was the last time anyone saw her? “When did she get here?” Questions upon questions rambled from her lips and they were almost loud enough to miss what he said. But after a moment the word he used to describe what lurked in the basement registered. “People?” At his next comment Imogen’s hands reached for his arm where she dug her fingertips into the sleeve of his shirt. “Alec you don’t understand, if you go down there… What if-” her voice cracked and just at the right time. Fear that if she spoke the words, they’d come true.

“You can’t go in the basement, please.”

naturally; even under the most critical circumstances, they still rubbed one another the wrong way. the way which her voice was able to fray every nerve under his skin at every attempt to boss him around. “is PROFANITY really a priority of yours, right now? i swear to god, imogen...” the muttering was drowned out, partly by the wind and by the girl’s own words. however, just like the times where they used to be closer; when imogen pushed, he pushed  back. “you JUST fucking sweared yourself, are you being serious right now? oh, i apologize... - i forgot that rules only apply to ME, when it comes to our relationship.” former relationship. his mind corrected automatically. perhaps there was another time and place for that.  speaking of a time and a place - features turned soft and worrisome; rowan’s name dropping from the other’s lips. the beautiful sister that had wedged in between them certainly was not a conversation for such grave times. “LOOK, i don’t keep a tracker on where my exes go. last time i checked, that would earn me a restraining order.” imogen’s panicked expression was enough for his anger to drop to a simmer under his furrowed brows and clenched jaw.”.. i just saw her name on the fucking list. it’s not like i drove her here.” alesasndro’s lips parted once more; ready to further his argument, when imogen’s skin touched his and everything went blank. even if it was just for a moment - just for a split of a second, alec was struggling to find the sense to say anything. 

the interruption lasted for only a heartbeat, before his body kicked in and the girl’s hand was covered with his. initially, it seemed as if he just tried to pull her off of him, as if he just wanted to get free... but a swift change of the grip and with alesandro’s other hand finding itself cupping imogen’s cheek, and suddenly, being trapped wasn’t that bad after all. “NOTHING’S going to happen. i’ll be back before you know it, gen.”

[alcssandros]

Murder me love, damn girl I was supposed to be your, man girl I thought we had, plans girl I guess that all changed Been sucking on my blood Cuz I forgot to check for fangs      ( ♫ )

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oddxty:

alcssandros:

          SHE CAN’T HELP BUT FEEL LIKE SHIT knowing how relieved she is that no one that she cares for is gone or missing — with the exception of zella, but she’s gonna fucking find her one way or another. “ yeah, i saw dante in the basement… ” she trails off, forcing the memory out of her head. “ saw cole, thank god. but i haven’t seen zella yet… fuck !! ” the outburst slips through her lips before she can stop it, frustration gnawing at her bones. “ has anyone tried to leave yet ?? ” she asks, worry colouring her words. it’s too simple, just leaving as it is. there’s no way whatever killed dante and isaac will just let them walk out the front door scratch free.

her words washed over him, immediately easing the initial horror rushing through his veins. call him SELFISH, but if the people he cared about were out of harms way - the fucking manor could burn to the ground for all he cared. “i’ll find her, i swear.. “ the male was cut off by jules’ profanity, urging him to reach of for her anxious hands once more. “... imogen.. i think she’s trying to call around but.. DANTE and isaac are still down there. we should at least... “ damn, he  couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. he didn’t used to be this SOFT. or at least, he hadn’t been in this soft in a long time. “... if we can get them out to properly... HONOUR them, then we have to do it, julie.” 

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cruelgiirled:

alcssandros.

“    HEY !    ”    streaming curses  &  loud shrieks,  violent daydreams plague her mind,   bone shifting beneath his flesh,   you   squirming.     how fucking dare you.   “   get your fucking hands off my shit, you piece of —-   ”       palms come  FLAT  against your forearm,   razorblades puncturing flesh,   shoving   &   yanking  to refrain you from vandalizing her property. you paint it    r e d   ,     soft strokes, drawer mangled   &   underwear’s scattered over the floor,   her arm and grey shirt are not spared from your irrational anger either. (  she doesn’t seem to react to the blood but rather your inconsequential attitude   )  rage coiling into knots inside starved organs,  from the pit it   BURSTS  clashing against the side of your   right cheek ,    the sting of torpid flesh forcing her to clutch that thin wrist   &   spill more venom.     “     you dick !      you’re bathing my fucking room in  EVIDENCE!      ”       she’s tugging   &   shoving, hoping to throw you against the wall   &   render your rage-fit useless .      “      do you think i’m gonna fucking tell you?   out of all these morons you’re the most likely to be  strangling  people   &   ditching them in the   fucking   basement!      so unless you want me to   scream bloody murder  &  share this theory with everyone    —- calm the fuck down alec.     i am  NOT  asking.    ”

if he hadn’t been on edge before this moment; the way her poisonous hands were able to reach him certainly did the trick. NAILS digging into already calloused skin, drawing deep red marks as alessandro forcefully pulled out of her deathly grip. HIT, and the male’s head snapped into the girl’s direction within the matter of seconds. for a dark, lethal moment; alessandro surely seemed to fit the description which adelaide had given him. his jaw set in stone,  his hues  murderous and heart as cold as the metal which his hand finally closed around. the GUN which had brought him into medusa’s lair in the first place ended up with the barrel safely tucked against the woman’s steady pulse. “people are DYING and while you would rather spend your last moments alive pointing your disgusting finger at me - i am getting out of here.” no need to raise his voice; the words delivering just as much of a punch with the girl pressed against the wall, gun under her chin and his ominous expression only inches from her’s. “... last time i checked, you were the crazy bitch who brought daddy’s spare gun to the party, so unless you want to get BURNED  at the stakes, i’d keep my pretty little mouth shut if i was you.”

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theoharpcr:

he wanted to laugh at how ridiculous all of this had been. he wanted to cry as well but no emotions would seep through his body. he felt nothing but emptiness. even his bones weren’t moving that well. especially since he fell down the stairs. he was seriously fucked up right now but he was also completely sober. he didn’t understand. he rolled his eyes at the taller male as he felt the breeze on his face. “fuck off, alec.” he muttered, inhaling for a long moment. he was hoping the nicotine would help. he really needed it. “i don’t know. i’ve only seen a few people. jules, adelaide, imogen.” 

theo was clearly going through something; clearly reacting to the night’s traumatic events in a more reasonable way than alessandro’s complete detachement to the situation. however - alessandro would rather have someone witht a clear head, instead of the blubbering mess under his arm. maybe some lack of heart was to prefer during times of crisis. “fuck you too, man. it’s not like we have psychopathic murderer on the loose... just stand there with your lifghter and try not to have a mental breakdown.” sarcarms dripped over his words as the taller male almost pushed the other over the doorstep. “... if jules is in there, i have to go and get her.”

[alcssandros]

guess who just finished her first year at uni??? this gal!! so, if you excuse me, i will now take a nap for 2-3 months and then get on the dash with all you lovely people!

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theoharpcr:

a sudden jerk and he was back on his feet, half back to his normal self. his sober self. it was weird right now. he was actually able to think and also relive everything in the basement. he used the drugs and alcohol to put him away from his shitty life but he couldn’t get there right now. he glanced up at the taller male, wanting to hit him but not finding the effort. he was being a little rough right now. theo didn’t know how to respond but he moved with him. “i was trying to get outside to smoke. obviously i don’t want to stay in this place more than i have to right now.” he shook his head, reaching into his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter. he needed something, anything to bring him down. 

alessandro knew he was lucky to go without a punch after the way he had manhandled his friend; seemingly the shock and terror had seeped into theo, tampered with his normal reactions and behaviour. however, alec didn’t have the time to worry about THAT right now. theo was alive, and no matter what state alessandro found teo in, alive was still a lot better than the alternative. “.. of course, the first priority on your mind is SMOKING.” sarcasm and bitterness seeped into his voice by the time they reached the door. “who else is left in here?” 

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imogems:

alcssandros:

When Alec was in view, a sudden feeling of safety dulled the anxiety and fear that ran through her body. God only knew what else lurked in that basement, but it didn’t have him. And that’s all that really mattered in this moment. Fuck the fights, fuck the past. Right now all she could see was everyone she loved dying and Alec was there, alive. He could have been next. It wasn’t until his hands were wrapped around hers did she realize just how bad her hands were shaking. “Did you hear me?” She asked, “it’s not mine, it’s- his throat.” She rambled off as she slowly pulled away from his touch. 

“Isaac, he’s down there and he’s cold and… I can’t get a signal, I’ve been all over this house why can’t I get a SIGNAL.” She asked as if it were his fault, though she knew it wasn’t. It was whatever crawled out of that basement. The laughter that followed the slam of the basement door still echoing through her thoughts as she slowly shook her head. “Alec, we need to leave this place. We need to leave.”

clearly not as taken by the loss as his ex, alessandro’s mind scrambled at the new information presented to him; it’s not mine,  it’s his throat. first dante, and now isaac and... who would be next? alessandro didn’t have many answers, but if there was any certainty running through his mind at that moment; it was the convinction that it would not be one of them. especially not HER.  his hands was still over hers; just like many times before, and yet not a single moment had felt like this. never before had the icy touch of death; one which he had so much familiarity towards, ever reached her innocence. call it what you want - a massive mistake and failure; but alessandro had always been adamant on trying to keep her squaky clean - attempting to refrain his stained hands to tarnish her too much. all in vain, it seemed. “... take a fucking breath, gen. you’re not going to be any help if you end up passing out on me now.” tactless and harsh as usual, yet his fingers was getnly prying her fists open; intertwining and coaxing her back to coherence. “i’m not going ANYWHERE, before i have my cousins safe. not to mention your freaking sister... and the people down in the ba-..” alessandro cut himself off; scared to bring on another sob from the girl if he reminded her of her loss once more. “.. i’m going to get them out. whoever is down there, they deserve more than to ROT away in a deserted basement.”