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Though Kit was fond of dreaming up unheard-of scenarios, the journalist never would've predicted a night of unpreceded chaos would erupt beneath her feet. The Purge felt like a journalist's dream, a never-ending story unfolding right before her eyes, but she remained focused on her initial goal: taking down the city's mobs. If she could use this chaos to get some intel on one of her targets, she'd be able to consider the night a success.

Of course, her snooping always came at a cost. She had meant to wander into the motorcycle shop for a few minutes, but the sight of an angry BIT MORI caused her to stay tucked in her corner. She told herself to stay out of sight and he'd eventually leave the area, but Kit had never been great at sneaking around. The moment she shifted a bit in an attempt to get more comfortable, she managed to knock over a motorcycle rim. The loud noise echoed across the shop, and Kit winced as she realized she had been caught.

She popped up from her corner, hands held up as she stared at the owner. She could play it two ways--- she could admit that she wandered into the shop to investigate the store's contents, or she could lie. She had a feeling the stranger wouldn't be too happy about her snooping, so she settled for the second option. ❝There were a bunch of guys who stormed in and stole your bikes. I wanted to stop them, but they outnumbered me.❞ She pouted a bit, trying to sell her story. ❝I was waiting until they were gone.❞   

・   ✦   ・𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐒 /   *    (  open starter  for lawlessevent003 )

@ 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

Shattered shards of what used to be a secure lock and a now-busted garage door greeted Bit upon his return to the motorcycle haven that bore his mark. The visceral sight of a formidable wall of customized motorcycles, meticulously crafted to suit the preferences of their original owners, was an affirmation of the choices made in the dark embrace of the Purge. These gleaming machines, pristine and polished by his own hands were now in pieces, if not yet completely ripped from their spots. The concept of a street race outside the confines of The Burnout was an anomaly in the city's usual order, but the Purge, had rewritten the rules.

Bit, donned in a black bandana still damp with water—a makeshift shield against the noxious fumes—found himself enveloped in the lingering scent of gasoline and smoke. The aftermath of his handiwork, unfolded before him. Flames had been his brush, and chaos his canvas, but the aftermath left him reeling. He dismounted from his motorcycle, helmet tossed in fury, the metallic clatter punctuating the night. As Bit surveyed the destruction he had wrought, his emotions boiled beneath the surface, masked by the bandana that clung to his face. His mocha-hued eyes flickered with a blend of satisfaction and frustration. The rage of a man who witnessed the upheaval of his meticulously crafted domain surged within him.

"What the—" the exclamation muffled by the lingering fabric as Bit pulled the bandana from his mouth. His eyes widened, fueled by anger and disbelief as stolen bikes, now purring defiantly, paraded beneath the celestial tapestry. The tableau before him was an affront to his craftsmanship, an invasion of his sanctuary by opportunistic marauders. His jaw clenched, a potent mix of accusations and fury building within him.

"WHO DID THIS?" Bit bellowed, the words resonating with an intensity matching the roar of revving engines.

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When Eve was first created, they found themself drawn to human emotions. Maybe it was because they were programmed to replicate the way humans lived and worked, or maybe it was just fascination at the life that thrummed beneath their veins and how it was a stark contrast to their wires and mesh. No matter the reason, that fascination drew them to SIWOO KIM. They found themself hovering around the scientist, curious eyes examining his every move. They might've even considered him their first friend, but one day, something seemed to shift.

They couldn't place it at first, but something about the employee just felt... off. The emotions were still there, as were the conversations, but there was a certain spark that Eve lost. It felt like talking to a mirror, not a creature they wished to study. The feeling made them pull away, but they knew they couldn't hide from him forever.

They examined him as he approached them at the event. Their eyes shifted from him to the door, but a slight hesitation caused them to miss their window. Accepting that they couldn't sneak away, they settled for a sigh instead. ❝Fine, but you have five minutes.❞

when: 𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖣𝖲𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖮𝖲 | 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 from: SIWOO, the fool to: EVE, the man-made god — ( @gildcdglory )

the facts: something shifted between them, and eve's ignoring him. at least, that's what siwoo has ended up with after many rounds of observations. he's so sure that if it was a science experiment, he would consider it a final result. at first, the scientist had thought it was just him finding gaps in places where there aren't, perhaps even taking things personally when there was absolutely no reason to do so. then, one thing came after another: they were no longer having lunches together at the office, and whenever siwoo texted them, there was either no reply or a very curt one. visiting their office room also yielded no results, since whenever he tried, they seemed to be in a meeting, or in the middle of a very important task. while gathering the information and analyzing it is a simple, clear-cut ordeal, the result leave him at odds with what to do. did he do something wrong ? did he miss an important date or mess up something so vital at work that it changed their perception of him ? either way, the thought squeezes something in his chest, and when he finally spots them at the investor event, he doesn't waste time before making his way to them. "hello, eve — how have you been?" not wanting to give them yet another opportunity to avoid him, he quickly adds. "can we talk? please?"

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WHO: Jade Molina & Soraia Teixeira (@catchfir3z) WHERE: The Burnout

Jade was pissed. The one time they venture over to The Burnout ended up becoming an overnight stay. They didn't sign up for a camping trip, especially with the ragtag group they found themself in, but they knew they had no choice but to go along with the changed circumstances. After all, it's not like they could swim back to the city.

They figured they could at least work on scavenging for food, drinks, and valuables left behind by former visitors. It wasn't necessarily an altruist quest--- they had planned on keeping most of their findings for themself. It wasn't until they spotted SORAIA TEIXEIRA, one of their bosses, that they reluctantly decided they could share their future stash with someone else.

❝Looks like we're stuck together, Teixeira. It's your lucky day.❞ They called, making their way over to the underboss. Jade should've known she'd be here. After all, there's a reason this place hadn't gone to shambles within the first few minutes. ❝You want to search for some drinks? I bet you some of these street racers have flasks hidden around here.❞ 

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Though Eve was programmed to impress investors and convince them to invest money into Stoneage's cause, they still felt their tolerance draining as the night went on. There were only so many times they could answer the same questions about replicants, or let them touch their hair or some other body part just to confirm replicants are truly humanity's lookalikes before they found themself wanting to leave. Still, they knew they had to stay put until their creators filed out of the room.

KAZIYA OKONKWO's sentiments caused their lip to quirk upward. They felt the same way as the CFO, but they knew better than to admit it out loud. Instead, they took a sip of their own drink before replying, ❝I'm impressed you managed to last this long. I feel like I've heard half of these men mansplaining what replicants are, and even then, they're almost always wrong.❞ They watched a group of investors, eyes staring straight ahead as they added, ❝Humans like that are so interesting. They act like they're the most important person alive, but in the end, they're all just flesh and bones.❞ Their eyes shifted to their companion, ❝strange, isn't it?❞   

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the woman could feel her social battery draining as every second ticked on into the evening. she wouldnt be much for entertainment too much longer. sometimes she wished she too was hardwired to be more than herself. to keep going on and on. but, alas, she was just a human. and the more she spoke with the elites of stoneage the more she felt like a shell of herself. she needed a break. walking across the room to the bar cart she poured herself something strong to hopefully give herself the kick she needed. that's when she eyed eve, "i'm glad you're here." kaziya spoke honestly to the replicant. "i don't think i have it in me much longer to talk to these assholes." she said taking a long swig of her drink.

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WHO: Link Adair & Lux Hernandez (@burninqhill) WHERE: The Godfather

When Link saw a big crowd forming outside, his immediate thought was that people were lining up to try his cocktail creations. He had thought he was getting better at making drinks (he hadn't mixed up tea and Long Island Iced Tea since the Halloween incident), and that the crowd was due to the hard work he put in. It wasn't until he spotted LUX HERNANDEZ with a bat that he began to wonder if the mob outside wasn't solely here for the drinks and ambiance provided by The Godfather.

Still, he hovered by the entrance just in case. He could hear pounding on the other side of the doors, and his eyes kept flicking between the entry and his boss. He was told he asked too many questions and that most of his inquiries should be placed in a box outside of Lux's door, but he figured there was no use in wandering upstairs when his boss was right in front of him. He paused a bit before asking, ❝Are you sure we can't let them in? They might be hungry or need to use the bathroom or something.❞ 

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WHO: Jade Molina & Nate Jackson (@wrvtchedhearts) WHERE: Ralph's Boxing Gym

Though Jade found comfort in fighting, they knew that wasn't always the case. They were once targeted for being weak, but where others may have learned to accept their fate, Jade fought against that viewpoint. They fought themself how to be better, they learned how to throw a punch and when to back away, and they told themself they'd become their own protector.

Perhaps Jade chose to tutor NATE JACKSON because they recognized their younger self in him. Perhaps they did it because they didn't like the thought of a white crocodiles member who didn't know how to beat someone up. Either way, they reluctantly accepted their new role.

❝Hope you prepared yourself, kid. I don't want to see you bail out after the first five minute. Fucking embarrass me.❞ Jade didn't know if the man was younger than them, but they chose to stick with the nickname. ❝Why don't you start with some laps around the gym. Get your heart racing and shit.❞  

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Haneul hated many things in life. He hated his dad for failing to see the potential in him. He hated his brother for becoming the heir of their family's company even though he was incompetent at best. He hated the socialites who looked down on him because of his birth status. Lastly, he hated having members of rival mobs lurking around the casino. The Terrors were a reluctant allowance due to the CEO's position and his ties to Niko, but the rest were nothing but nuisances.

PAKORN NATHARUETAI was one such nuisance. The moment Haneul spotted the poker player, he shifted his path and wandered over to the game at hand. It didn't matter if he was unfamiliar with the other player. As long as Pakorn lost, he'd leave happy.

Of course, his player didn't look as confident as Haneul. He watched the beginning stages of doubt flick through the man's mind at the poker player's words, and he decided to speak up before his new-found champion could back out, ❝He's sure about it.❞ The CFO drew nearer, hovering between the two players as he drawled, ❝Now, are you going to take your turn, or shall we waste more time asking pointless questions?❞

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location ›› the old world casino. ( will you bet. watch. annoy. )

in the midst of this noise, he is only a man. or, well, something close to it. in his renewed days as this wrong version of himself, pakorn reaps what he sows on the poker table more often than anywhere else. and what he sows: victories. giving a free thrill-ride to anybody who dares to take on the something-masculine-shaped, a man placed slightly to the left of himself. how much you wanna put down? so many tried to sweep the stakes with all their chips, giving him double. his brain ticking at a thousand miles per hour to keep up with the chase. hair slicked back, one eye with no patch to cover it, ticking red and zooming-black as he analyses those sitting down at his table. here, the noise drowns out what un-makes him: the tick-tick of the wires, the augmentations slapped against him to keep him running.

"double or nothing." his voice, heavy and cigarette-laden. his expression, unchanging from its set jaw. ( are you sure you can make him feel the thrill. ) he could be talking to anybody, with how he never makes eye contact. focused solely on counting every card in his hand, its metal fibres twitching, steel knuckles twisting to flip their faces to his own. then — he does glance up. "you sure about that?" ( his fellow hanging men hear this tone often. that false questioning. you're never sure about that. )

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“It was easy to mistaken her for the moon, both quiet & distant, both able to turn the present into a shadow.”

— Greg Sellers, journal entry, “Notes from Neruda’s Ghost,” 27 May 2019 (via lucrezia-borgia)

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If there was one thing Kit was known for, it was her persistence. The journalist didn't know the definition of "no", so when people like Lux told her to stay out of the Godfather, she simply ignored their threats and snuck back in anyways. After all, their threats only made her more curious about the establishment. If they had nothing to hide, then why would Kit's presence cause such an alarm?

Kit was determined to uncover the secrets tucked behind smooth jazz and faux smiles, but to do so, they knew they needed to avoid the owner or any security guards who may recognize her. She was doing well so far, but a glimpse of a familiar guard caused her to shift further into the crowd and settle down at one of the tables. She didn't even realize she sat next to someone until they spoke up, careful eyes locking with VERONICA CASTILLO's.

She quickly averted her gaze when she realized who had spoken to her. Of course she'd wind up next to the jazz club's beloved singer. She could practically hear the owner laughing in the background. All she could do was hope she could pry some answers out of the girl before her night got cut short. ❝I'm here for the people, but I'll never say no to a good cocktail.❞ She didn't know if anyone warned the girl about her, so she decided to play the ignorant tourist role, ❝Do you come here often?❞ 

LOCATION: godfather house of blues. FOR: open! ( 0/5 )

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 synonymous with that of the godfather in the years she has sung there -- so much so, one might think she lived within the walls. it is where she comes alive, ignited by the praise and adoration she receives. it is what keeps her coming back, taking paychecks from lux with an extended hand and flexed palm. twas another such night of revelry as she entered the main floor -- her set completed for the evening. while some may have said that mixing work with play never brought piece to anyone, veronica believed herself to be the exception to the rule. what could be more pleasant than being able to kick her feet up with an espresso martini dangling between her fingertips, only to benefit financially.

" how good of you to come. " veronica begins, speaking to the person next to her with her usual air of confidence. a finger is held up to catch the bartender's attention, who does nothing more than nod. he knows how she likes it. " here for the show or the liquor? it's quite alright if it's the latter. "

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WHO: Kit Sharpe & Rosie D'Angelo (@proeliums) WHERE: Kit & Rosie's apartment

There were some days where Kit felt like she was close to cracking open the secrets to the city's underworld, and there were other days where she felt like the whole endeavor was hopeless. Today was a day where she felt particularly frustrated with her ambitious plan. She had been trailing a suspected weapons dealer for about a week now, but just when she thought she was going to catch him in the act, she found herself at a dead end. The lead she was given had led her astray, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and scream into her pillow.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the energy to wander all the way into her bedroom. Instead, she settled into the corner of the couch and buried her face in one of the throw pillows. She tried to calm her emotions down, but it was of no use. The frustration of constantly having evidence slip through her fingers built up inside of her, and she could do nothing but throw the pillow at the wall in an effort to release those feelings.

Of course, she hadn't look before she threw her projectile. If she had, she would've noticed ROSIE D'ANGELO in the line of fire. She winced, burying her face in her hands as she heard the pillow fall to the ground. She peaked through her fingers before mumbling, ❝Sorry about that, Rosie. I just had a long day at work. ❞ She paused a bit before adding, ❝You know how it is, with your sketchy boss and all.❞ 

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WHO: Eve Nouvel & Barom Lee (@acridtongue) WHERE: Stoneage Industries

Though Eve was designed to handle the marketing elements of Stoneage, even they needed a break from their routine once in a while. The boredom of their current position often led them to seek out distractions to pass the time. Overturning the current CEO was still their main objective, but while that plan brewed in their mind, they settled on smaller goals.

Those small goals led them to Barom's workstation. They showed up 20 minutes late to a photoshoot because they decided to go shopping instead, and apparently, that meant something was wrong with their coding. They knew it wasn't true, but the assignment got them out of a marketing meeting, so they accepted it.

❝Barom.❞ They hummed, settling into the spot next to the memorymaker. They swung a pair of heart-shaped glasses around their finger as they continued. ❝Apparently going on a shopping trip means something might be wrong with my code. I personally think the marketing team is just jealous I didn't bring them back anything, but it gave me a reason to visit you, so here I am.❞  

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Though the word 'mother' flowed from Deaw's mouth so freely, the word 'son' remained trapped behind clenched teeth. Liena saw them as an extension of herself and would sacrifice parts of herself to help them reach their full potential, but the memories of her rocky relationship with Daiyu kept her from fully embracing the familiar term. There was a slight fear that lingered below the surface that, the moment she spoke the phrase, the tether between her and the opera singer would snap and be replaced with something akin to barbed wire. But, nevertheless, there was still a clear affection in her gaze as she watched the star.

❝We can always get tea, my dear. You know I always have a mug waiting for you in my office.❞ She smiled softly, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair away from Deaw's face. ❝You flatter me, Deaw. I might play a hand in preparing the shows, but it's stars like yourself who bring life to these productions.❞ 

Liena was always surprised to learn her stars didn't mind participating in the more tedious marketing ploys. Perhaps it was because she disliked the thought of charming a bunch of investors who couldn't even name an opera, let alone appreciate the value of the art. The role of the owner meant she had to endure those evenings, but at least she knew she wasn't fending for herself. ❝I think that's a wonderful idea. It helps paint a picture of the type of talent we showcase here. Do make sure to rest your voice before then. You'll want to sound your best for our guests, even if they don't know the difference between an alto and a soprano.❞ 

"Of course, mother. Perhaps we might get tea once this is all said and done?" Their reverence is earnest; they've never known Liena to be anything but single-minded in her passion for her opera house, and it is infectious, it had spread to them the moment they'd step foot inside its hallowed halls and understood what it meant to worship. Such an earnest purveyor of art and beauty - they are of the mind that such people have gilded hearts, untouchable even by the most dire of sins.

Of course she would see they are prone to pushing themself beyond what is necessary, or best. It feels like penance, to create art, to cultivate beauty, as a way to counteract all that he must take away. They feel this compulsion every moment.

They smile, and they remember all that she tells them to. "I'm sure your notes will make something lovely into something grand. You have a way of pushing us to the precipice of our limits; I've never seen better results." Dark eyes light up. "Oh, I'd love to. It would be honor to meet such generous benefactors. Actually, mother, what do you think of rewarding some of the most charitable with a private, scaled down concert? At their residences after dinner, say, a few songs. To pair with their digestifs."

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Though Haneul spent most of his time within the walls of the casino, he wasn't much of a gambler himself. He didn't like the unpredictability of most casino games. Rather, he preferred to act more like a Chessmaster--- making careful, deliberate movements with the goal of destroying his opponents' king. It's the way he operated since he was a child, and though he made a home in the den of temptation known as Old World Casino, he never once reached for the apple.

Still, that didn't stop him from observing those who chose to partake in the casino's offerings. He often prowled around the gambling floors, eyes searching for the wayward souls who might be of use to Burning Gods. He hadn't found anyone worthy of his attention yet, but that changed when he heard the voice of ANAIS GOSSARD, a lingering presence who seemed just a bit too good at winning these games of chance.

❝Enjoy isn't the word I'd use.❞ Frustrated or embarrassed came to mind, but he didn't utter the words out loud. ❝I would've thought you'd gotten bored of scamming poor newcomers out of their spending money.❞ He stepped a bit closer to the player, tilting his head to the side as he added, ❝You pegged me as someone who loves a challenge, but maybe I misread you.❞  

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LOCATION: old world casino. FOR: haneul seon.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 gaze robotic would never know just how right they truly were. it is the greatest gift she can have as a replicant built with code intended to be as human as possible, before being tossed away like trash. her creator had been scared of what she'd become and in reality -- they should have taken greater heed to destroy her. for now, she survived by being a cheat. a snake. and while many tried, no one could sever her head. another winning round signaled the end of the night, for despite her gluttony, too many wins could signal the end of her access to cash cows. the luxury she craved was certainly not cheap, but she most certainly knew when to pack things up.

haneul seon was an enigma to her, more so than she cared to admit. she had watched him walk the floor on many an evening, with a gaze that nearly mirrored the mechanical nature of her own. and yet, he was human. she knew that much. as an individual who took great lengths to hide her status as a replicant, handcrafted piece by piece -- there was a difference between making the effort and simply being.

" long time no see, seon. " anaïs purrs, shoulders back as she stands proudly -- the metaphorical crown her position as the the empress gives her having never wavered. most know better than to even try. " enjoying watching me emasculate your patrons? because i sure love doing it. "

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WHO: Maeve Sinclair & Arabella Cetin (@relcpse) WHERE: Maeve's apartment

Maeve still wasn't used to interacting with people around her age. Her earlier years were mostly spent with her family and few others. They had explained that, to become a thief worthy of recognition, one must hone their skills without outside distracts. As she grew older, those restrictions faded away, but she still chose solitude over company.

Her hangout with ARABELLA CETIN was her first attempt at rebuilding those lost years. The girl intrigued her from the moment she joined Hanging Man, and she was excited to spend some time alone with her. The duo had skills that the other lacked--- Maeve, with her safe cracking and Arabella, with her charm and ability to draw confessions out of people. Maeve hoped this gathering would help both girls build their repertoire and form a closer bond.

❝This is the safe I use to practice on in my spare time.❞ She motioned towards the small safe that rested neatly on her kitchen counter. The safe didn't currently contain anything of value, so Maeve had no issue with letting the girl play with it. ❝I want you to try to open it by yourself, without any guidance from me. If it's too hard, let me know and I'll give you some pointers.❞  

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WHO: Maeve Sinclair & Zekair Gor (@gravefed) WHERE: Ralph's Boxing Gym

Maeve had always been the sensible one in her family. Her father, though logical in his own right, had always been the type to dream too big for his own good. Her mother, though observant in nature, had operated on a more care-free model, for she knew she could charm her way out of any situation she got herself into. Her brother had never been the type to think things through. He was always eager to jump into action without coming up with a plan, and though she admired the ambition, she had never approved of such an approach.

Maeve was the one to act rationally and calmly in any situation. She was the one who never cracked or let her emotions get to her head. Her father called her an ice princess, with an expression as cold as coins and jewels she held in her palm after a successful heist. How then, did this rational person end up at Ralph's Boxing Gym of all places? Well, she may have been stoic and calm in the past, but betrayal and regret can shift priorities real quick.

❝I feel like you're going easy on me.❞ She muttered, eyes watching ZEKAI GOR closely. She was still getting used to her new crew, but she hoped training would help warm her up to the man next to her. So far, it seemed to be working, but she couldn't help but feel like something was missing. ❝I'm not going to get better if you're holding back, you know.❞