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Avery Hart at the Memorial Charity Gala || Event 001

Attending with TBD

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"Oh you do? Let me guess... Aaron? Or am I not even close?" Avery laughed and took another sip of her coffee. There were too many names that could be a possibility, but it was fun to think she might have guessed right. "It's a white chocolate mocha. I thought I'd treat myself instead of getting my plain coffee today. Everyone needs a little something special for no reason some days."

The girl, Avery, she's pretty. Not that instantaneous traffic-stopping sort of gorgeous. More like, the more you gaped at her, the more you realize the depth of her beauty. She also harbored a soothing voice, silently to himself, Archer pondered if she held any musical talent. "It doesn't really help that I, too, have an A name." A dry chuckle follows, and he's swift to clear his throat. "What are you drinking anyway?" Always a curious cookie, there was no stopping Archie and his forward approach. "Oh, for sure, that's why I come here."

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"See, I just ignore those." Miles laughed and shrugged. He had never missed a payment, but he could pretend like he knew what it was like. There was no point in lying about it, but he was never great at telling the truth unless it was to someone that was important. "Who knows. Everyone getting it kind of makes it feel that way." He wanted it to be a spam text, but he knew in his gut it wasn't. "Depends on what you mean by that. There's always way to be safer, but you can't guarantee anything."

"true, i guess i'm more used to spam texts about my missed loan payments." scar chuckles, downing their drink as if it were a shot. she lets out a sizzling ah before shaking her head, "you thinkin' it's a spam?" leaning back into the velvet chair, a puzzling expression gracing their face. it very well could be a spam message. in fact, scar was hoping that was the case and she was simply being fatuous. "makes sense, but you can't be too safe, right?"

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Avery took the cup gently in her hand and smiled as the other woman handed it to her. "No, it's okay. It's really busy in here. I've seen it happen so many times." She had grabbed the wrong cup once or twice before, but she had made the mistake of taking a drink before checking. She had learned after the lady had spent five minutes yelling at her for it. Some people didn't understand that mistakes happened. "It does, but they are quick. Yours will probably be waiting on you if you aren't careful. Have you been here before?"

Zaina had been all over the place since her move, and while trying to find her way around the city hadn't been easy, she had just been grateful to find a place to grab some coffee. She'd placed her order and then decided to observe her surroundings, still trying to make sense of why she'd chosen to move to NYC of all places. She'd heard all of the rumors about the place, but actually seeing and living in it were vastly different. She had half a mind to rescind that job acceptance and flee back to Cali, yet she knew she couldn't, so she was just going to suffer through it. She'd been so distracted by one of the shop patrons that she'd mistakenly grabbed the next order as it was called out, and it wasn't until she heard a woman speaking up that she'd finally glanced at the name on the cup. "Shit, I'm so sorry." Zaina stated as she held the cup out to the blonde. "I'm a little scatterbrained right now, and clearly not paying attention. This place is a lot to get used to, you know?"

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It was late, and Avery wasn't expecting the knock at her door. She checked her phone, and she had no new messages. Something told her the smart thing to do would be to ignore it, but she wouldn't be the kind of person that didn't check to make sure someone wasn't hurt. There were enough people that knew they could come to her if they needed help with no questions asked.

She pulled open the door and was surprised to see Neo. "Neo?" The blood on his face concerned her, but his words didn't match with what she was seeing on his face. He lifted his shirt, and she nodded before pulling him inside. "I can do a little something for it, but I can't promise it'll look professional. Sit down at the table and let me grab some supplies."

Location: Avery's place Status: Closed @frgmentd

The day Neo met Avery, something stuck with him about the woman who treated his daughter. She was kind and caring, and Paisley took to he instantly, but there was something beyond that, a curiosity about the girl. Though the next time he saw her, he was pretty much the words biggest asshole. It was late, at a bar. He had his walls up, just like he did with everyone else. He was short and rude, a deflection to keep people at arm's length. That didn't change the fact that he thought there was more to the girl, a mystery just under the surface. It had only been a few hours since he left Destinee's place, a fit of anger taking over him. He needed to let his rage out, and unfortunately, that came at the expense of a cheap bar fight.

Knocking at Avery's door, there stood there with blood dripping down his face, a gash on his forehead being the culprit, but that wasn't why he was here. Watching the door swing open, he looked at her. It was late, and they both knew it. "Are you any good at sewing up stab wounds?" Neo asked before he pulled up his shit to show her the wound, it wasn't deep but it needed attention.

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(DEV PATEL, CIS MAN, HE/HIM) They say the city never forgets a name and ZEV SHAH is no testament to that. The THIRTY-FIVE-year-old has carved out their place in NYC’s underbelly. On the surface, they’re all AMBITIOUS, smooth moves and sharp eyes. But dig a little deeper and you’ll find something far more dangerous, IMPATIENT, with no hesitation and even less remorse. They move through the streets like they own them, wearing the colors of the NOCTURNE and running the game as a LEADER. Some say they’ve always been here. Others swear something’s changed. Either way, they’re not just part of the story. They’re rewriting it. 

INFORMATION

name: zev shah nickname: shah gender / pronouns: cis-man, he/him date of birth: april 5 (35) zodiac: aries traits: ambitious, impatient, confident, intense, temperamental hometown: new york city, new york sexuality: bisexual occupation: businessman face claim: dev patel height: 6'2 piercings: none tattoos: none scars: too many to count

TW: mentions of death, murder

HISTORY

Life was easy for Zev when he was younger. His parents had high expectations, and it made it easy to know what he needed to do. School didn't come naturally to him, but he put in the hard work to bring home the grades that made his parents proud. The two doctors could see their son joining them one day, and it was something he was pushed toward for as long as he could remember.

But he didn't want to work in the medical field. He wanted to make the decision himself when he discovered what his passion was. The conversation didn't go well, and he found himself being lectured every day about throwing his chance away until he finally agreed to enroll in pre-med. He didn't tell them he changed majors to Chemistry until he was a semester away from graduating. He was kicked out when they found, and he stayed with friends until he finished his degree.

Eventually his parents forgave him for the deception, but he couldn't fully forgive them for what they put him through. The relationship with his family stayed strained even after he proved he could be successful with his degree.

The degree and his work attracted the attention of Nocturne, and he found himself pulled into the world of crime. They had seen his research, and he agreed to work as one of their chemists before climbing the ladder to be an assassin when someone failed an attempt with something he had made. He continued on that path for a few years and proved himself with each task he completed.

When the previous leader for Nocturne stepped down, he named Zev to take his place. He's been leading the gang for the last year, and he's not ready to stop any time soon.

HEADCANONS

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"You don't mind shitty beer?" He was a bit surprised by her, and that didn't happen often anymore. It would keep the tab on the cheaper end even if he did have another drink or two. "If you're drinking anything that's 60 dollars and tastes like rubbing alcohol, someone is robbing you. It should be something good for that price." He shook his head and took a sip of his beer. "You can if you want. I'm not hiding anything. Have to care enough to hide something."

Brooklyn gave a small nod, "I'll have one of what he's having." She told the bartender softly, She wasn't about to run up his tab. He did have a good point though, "I take pride in not being one of those kinds." She said simply, "I do like to enjoy the finer things in life, beyond a 60 dollar shot that won't do anything for you besides taste like rubbing alcohol." Fashion was more of her interest, and cars. "So what you are saying overall is I shouldn't judge you based on how you look? What are you hiding?"

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"That's the way it should be, isn't it?" Miles asked with a smile. He had enough lies to keep up with without adding to them. He liked to keep things simple if he could.

He shrugged and watched her. "If you want to be. I'm not gonna force you to." She caught him off guard with what she said, and he couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Haven't found the right booze, but that isn't a bad thing. All that matters is that you know how to have fun."

"That is the realest thing I've heard in a long time." And Ravina could appreciate it. Everyone in NYC felt like they were putting on a front. Acting like someone they desired to be, but weren't actually. It was pathetically exhausting. "Is it my turn to be forthcoming?" She mused, striding up to the bar with the grace of a wounded giraffe. "If it were up to me? I'd be chugging a Mountain Dew." She allows a moment. "Classy as hell, I know. And booze tastes like liquid death." There was no denying that she'd never fare as an alcoholic. "Just coin me as one of those social drinkers, or whatever."

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"It feels like something that can't be that hard. But maybe we'll get them to put the guards up if we're too bad." Avery laughed and took a step toward the lane. The ball looked like it was going in the direction she aimed until it moved toward the right and only knocked down three pins. "Damn." She waited for the ball to come back and looked at her friend. "Did you get a weird text too?"

Brooklyn waved off her friend, "Please, I probably suck at bowling. I haven't done it since I was twelve." But she was a natural athlete, but she was much better with her hand foot coordination than hand eye. "I do love random questions, so shoot. What do you got for me?"

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Avery watched to make sure he didn't take a drink before she took the cup from him. It wouldn't be a problem if she had to ask for it to be made again, but she didn't want to inconvenience anyone if she didn't have to. "It's okay." She smiled and took the drink from him. "It happens. Don't worry about it. I'm sure yours will be ready soon." It was a busy coffee shop, but they were fast about the orders. "Yeah, you can say that again."

Archie was acting as the rest of the phone zombie population, awaiting his cup of java, neck crooked down with the radiant kiss of the screen highlighting his features. Checking out a few local venues around town, looking for opening slots and gigs, he hardly glanced up when he heard an A-name being summoned. Instinctively, he reached for the cup on the hand-off counter, lifting it towards his awaiting lips. "Huh?" Just before he's about to reach caffeinated bliss, a small voice captures his attention. With a double-take, he allows his focus to land on the name published across the to-go mug. Avery. Not Archie. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." A sluggish chuckle escapes as he presents her with the beverage that undoubtedly belongs to her. "I uh, I guess I gotta pay more attention." With a flick of his wrist, he waves his cell. "These damn things are gonna ruin us all."

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MADELYN CLINE for Revlon

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Miles picked up the new beer that was placed in front of him and took a long drink before looking back at the person beside him. He didn't know how to read them, but he would guess by their statement that the text had found its way to them. How far was the reach? "We all get spam texts." He laughed and tried to make a joke out of that situation. He wanted it to be a sick joke, but he knew it wasn't. "Something like that."

they ask the bartender for a long island ice tea before turning back to miles. most people didn't bother to ask such questions. scarlett found that peculiar, even if they were mostly joking. "no reason, but the usual stuff..." they break from their conversation to grab their refreshment from the bartender. "like an ominous message designed to make someone question their choices." being in an m.c. meant there wasn't much someone wouldn't do. scarlett's morality was far from clean and the text was enough to throw them off. "what about you? you waiting for the fallout to begin?"

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"That's how I feel." Miles laughed and ordered his drink before gesturing to the woman beside him. One or two extra drinks wouldn't be too bad on his tab. But he'd have to keep a watch on things for the rest of the night, or maybe call it earlier than he had planned. "You'd be surprised. Everyone can be a top shelf bitch. Doesn't matter how they look."

"Hey, you aren't gonna hear me complain about it. Free is free." She teased him lightly. She knew what it was like to struggle, she spent so many years fighting and no wasn't much different. She had made some recent improvements to herself and her life but she still had a long way to go. "I may look good as shit but I am not some snobby top-shelf bitch."

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Miles shrugged with a laugh. "I got to keep it real with everyone. If I'm not ordering it for myself, not ordering something like that for someone else." That was something he only had when someone else was paying. He had money, but not that kind of money.

"I've learned enough over the years to not judge someone by what they drink." He picked up the fresh beer in front of him and took a sip of it. He knew ordering the cheaper things wasn't the best look, but it didn't matter to him. It all would help numb him to what was happening. "Oh, no. Shots aren't for me. Not tonight. Appreciate the offer, but I can't be going that hard. The morning comes way too early."

"Damn, you spoiled my plan of ordering a bottle of Dom Pérignon." It's apparent in the cadence of her tone that she's wisecracking. Ravina wouldn't know the difference between top shelf alcohol and the watered-down shit she was used to from back home. "Guess I'll just stick to Grey Goose." A hand lifts, waving to get the bartender's attention.

"Didn't know you were chilling with a real classy chick, aye?" Her eyes give him a quick assessment, not out of desire (sure, he was cute) but in an attempt to gauge what she was working with. Behind the tight smile and guarded, weary response, it was as if he were waiting for something. "Look, I ain't one to judge. But you're looking a little uptight for someone who's trying to unwind." The junctions of pink lips twitch upward. "I say you join me for this shot." She pauses. "And don't worry, it's my treat."

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Location: Bean Addiction Status: Closed @rotsstarters ( 3/3 )

Avery looked down at her phone and tried to ignore the messages that were coming through. She didn't want to think about work for the next few days. She needed some time off, and she wanted to make the most of it. She stood back and waited for her name to be called at the local coffee shop, but she wasn't expecting someone else to grab the cup before she could. "Oh, I'm sorry... I think you might have my drink."

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Location: Eastside Bakes Status: Closed @drewhearts (Dilan)

Avery sat down at one of the small tables inside the bakery. A day to catch up with her friend was what she needed after the weird text and the week at work. The cinnamon roll she ordered sat on a small plate in front of her, and she started to pick at it while she waited. There was no reason to worry yet about Dilan being late.

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Location: Bowling Alley Status: Closed @burningxheaven (Brooke)

Avery couldn't remember the last time she'd been bowling, but it felt like a good way to keep herself busy that didn't involve work. "I don't think I'm going to be any good at this, so I hope you aren't a pro either." She laughed and looked at the different balls before picking one up. "Can I ask you a ransom question?"