#@duskstart

[torinoconnor]

LOCATION : FOREST PARK, QUEENS STATUS: OPEN  NOW CLOSED TO NEW THREADS​ WITH: TORIN O’RILEY & YOUR MUSE

Unknown to many tourists attracted to the bright city lights, Queen’s Forest Park was a place quite the opposite of the bustling city. The eastern portion of the Forest Park had very few hikers this time of year and that made it the perfect place for Torin to get some peace and quiet. Recent events that had caused a disturbance within the supernatural community had him a little on edge. The paranoia instilled into him as a child by his father could cause him to be cautiously suspicious of most at the best of times but now it felt like almost everyone was a threat.  

He was a skilled hunter, but his work with knives was a bit rusty lately. He’d perhaps gotten lazy relying on other skills and guns with wooden bullets.  A few feet ahead the towering white pine was taking the brunt of his target practice during the sunset. The breeze ruffling the leaves and occasional animal scuttering by were the only sounds around him, so a nearby crunch of a fallen branch had stood out. There were no animals here big enough to cause a break in a fallen branch that sounded that big. Knife in hand he spun, focused his aim and instantaneously threw the knife in the direction of the other.

[dylnholbrook]

“oh c’mon...” dylan pleads with a soft pout of their lower lip, eyes sparkling beneath the chandelier of the ball room with a glass of wine dangling on her fingertips. her eyelashes bat a few times as a soft grin appears on her lips and now she’s pushing onto her toes. “just one dance... that’s all i’m asking for.. i don’t think that’s a lot..” she presses as she falls back down onto her heels before pulling the glass to her lips for a slow sip. “it’s practically a snooze fest.. too much.. networking..” she grumbles as she waves her fingers in the air, still unsure what the gala was even for. she was naive, the much so was obvious. 

@duskstart​

[tobymiller]

“ hey! you were at the party, right? wanna help me bury some of the crows? ” they ask, holding a few of them in their hands.

@duskstart​

[astrxluna]

It wasn’t ideal to be stuck in Volterra, and she’d pushed back at her “adoptive parents” when they’d alerted her of being called to Volterra until the Volturi deemed that their coven was clear of any suspicions. leaving behind friends and a routine that she liked for the Italian countryside might sound like a dream to some, but Asteria was restless, needed to keep busy. At the suggestion of her family, she took the town streets figuring that finding a fun cafe with good coffee could help her feel a little more comfortable, seeing as no one around her seemed to keep a fridge, let alone food for her to eat if she didn’t want blood. Having found a suitable cafe nestled just 10 minutes from her temporary home she slammed into someone else as she rounded a corner, coffee spilling over both individuals. “Fuck me.” she grumbled before looking up, “I’m so sorry- I was in my own world and didn’t see you coming.” 

[annahydenyc]

open starter : @duskstarts​

location : either she crashed at your muses place or your muse crashed at hers.

when : could be after the met gala or after a random night out.

anna wakes up on an unfamiliar surface. her eyes slowly open and squint as the sun beams through a nearby window casting its shine across her face. she rolls over onto her front as a heavy breath leaves the witch. "tell me there's a magic cure for a hangover. i'll give you anything you want. i feel like i've been hit by a mack truck" she groans as she rubs her aching head.

[screamkiing]

open || anyone @duskstart​

location || an outdoor market, early morning

a fresh danish from the little old lady at the farmer’s market made getting up early on saturday mornings worth it. today, she had given reed an extra pastry on the house - cherry-almond flavored - confirming the crush that he thought the danish-lady had on him. unfortunately for reed, he had a nut allergy, and although the treat smelled heavenly, it wasn’t worth the risk of going into anaphylaxis. “hey!” he called out to the first person he saw far enough away from the danish stand so his old lady friend wouldn’t be offended. “want this?” he gestured to the brown bag with the pastry in it, “while it hurts to give it up, i’m willing to part with it for the sake of your happiness.”

[ofbeaufort]

location :   alchemy lab, night

featuring :   @duskstart

“ LET’S PLAY A GAME :  guess my age, and if you get it right, i’ll buy you a drink. if you get it wrong... you owe me a drink. ”   the smile harry offers is impish, he can’t help himself.   “ come on, give it a go. ”

[nicolasparra]

OPEN STARTER

“listen,” nic started, laughing despite himself. “i’m all for the city rats. they’re a staple of the new york city scenery.” there had been a giant one digging through the trash that was spilling out into the street as he walked by. “but every time i see one, i just think of the bubonic plague. every. single. time.” he turned his head. “i know there are only around 5,000 cases of it each year, at least now, and it’s not that bad. but... imagine catching the black death and having to tell people about it?” // @duskstart​

[li-jinhai]

open starter @duskstarts​

where: any random park

jin was most troublesome when he was bored. there are only so many ways to really entertain a huli jing and the most efficient are the tricks he causes himself. humans were the easiest prey (though he preferred werewolves) as they were the most gullible so he finds park to get comfortable in and let’s the mischief take over. first he has a jogger freak out because for a split second their dog had tow heads, then he uses his frost breath to freeze a puddle and cause a man in a suit to slip and fall. he’s just starting to warm up when he feels a pair of eyes on him. figuring it’s someone who recognizes him for his celebrity diving persona, he gives them a warm smile. “anything i can help you with?”

[torinoconnor]

LOCATION : CHRISTKINDLE HOLIDAY MARKET  STATUS: OPEN  @duskstart    THIS STARTER IS NOW CLOSED WITH: TORIN O’RILEY & YOUR MUSE 

 TW: death/murder, alcohol and substance abuse, mental health. 

It had been almost a year since Torin had been in New York. After the murder of his parents, he’d left the rest of his family behind, shedding his responsibilities in favour of finding an escape. He’d travelled on his motorbike, moving from motel to motel and never really staying in one location for long. Most nights he’d find relief at the bottom of an empty liquor bottle or at the merciful emptiness of whatever substance he could get his hands on. It never really worked, though he’d convinced himself otherwise. He hated being in New York, being back here had too many memories fighting their way to the front of his mind. Memories he wanted to burry or erase. This is what had brought him to the Christmas market this cold evening. Although it seemed like a cheery, festive family event, Torin was just looking for something to do that was take his mind off things, or find something that would take the edge off.

”There’s got to be a bar around here somewhere.”

He couldn't go to the tavern. At least not yet. He was far to sober to deal with facing his brother and the family he left behind. Feeling all the more irritated that he was wondering around in the cold, pushing his way through the crowds he muttered not really to anyone in particular. “Where the hell do people go for a drink around here?”

[rachelnazeri-a]

OPEN STARTER / @duskstart​

“LISTEN, I totally don’t mean anything by it, so don’t get offended, alright?!” She throws her hands up in surrender, preparing herself, before she claps her hands together and intertwines her own fingers. “But you look stressed. Still very pretty, of course, but stressed! Do you know the cure to that? Yoga.” As a yoga instructor, she’s definitely biased, but also after the event that transpired, everyone could use a few yoga sessions to calm their nerves. “Chamomile tea is great, too,” she adds with a smile, but stops herself there before she goes off on a tangent.

[theminhtram-duskfell]

Open Starter: @duskstart​ Location: Anywhere that Minh could be baking honestly. Minh had spent all day preparing a batch of cupcakes that she’d made a new recipe for. They were maple cinnamon, and she was convinced they were going to be amazing. The smell was heavenly, and once they were finished she broke off a piece to try one and was very pleased. She turned to the person who had just come into the room and sent them a soft smile. “Do you want to try a cupcake?”  She asked as she felt she should share her creation. “I can tell you what’s in them if allergies are a problem.”

[ghostlygrief]

open || @duskstarts​

location || the o’riley tavern after the plot drop

he didn’t mean to stare, but hisashi was an observer at heart. he had been silently walking around the tavern, avoiding the chaos as much as possible (no werewolf had come for him, since he didn’t have a body of blood, brain, and sinew to attack), gently prodding at doors and windows to see if his intangibility had come back. he was able to walk through the physical bar and even the doors that led to other areas of the tavern; hisashi just couldn’t make it through the anything that led outside. he’d liked the ignorance of the supernatural he’d had as a human, dealing with all of this, the rules of an unseen society, was torture. he phased through the bar once again, not caring that there was a group of people to see him. they were all huddled behind it, hiding from the ravenous beasts roaming the bar. they had already seen werewolves, why not see a ghost, too. “before you ask: no, i can’t go through the walls. we’re still trapped.”

[latinoblood]

Who: @duskstart​

Where: a coffee shop in Brooklyn

Drinking coffee was something that he only did socially and to keep in touch with his humanity, because he didn’t need it. When you’re a half vampire, you don’t need to sleep, don’t need to eat, don’t need to drink, except for blood, so there was no other reason why he would do it. It was one of the things he liked about being a hybrid, it came in handy a lot in a lot of aspects of his life, his job being one of them. The shop was really busy that day, there weren’t any tables available, just a few seats, so he wasn’t surprised when someone approached him and asked him if they could sit on the empty seat at his table, “Yeah, of course, I don’t mind sharing.”

[annahydenyc]

starter - open / closed location - rosamie lynn’s nye bash @duskstart

“I think we can all agree that Rosamie Lynn throws a pretty good party” she gestures to the room in front of them with the champagne glass she picked up on the way in. “... but what is this music?”

[cianoriley]

open // closed for @duskstarts​

location // a gun range

     Cian’s outlet for his emotions should turn into something more productive than firing off his weapon of choice until he grew tired of holding it. But it doesn’t as this becomes his third time this week spending an hour continuing to fire the next gun. As he walked out the door, a voice stops him from heading over to his car. “The fuck you goin’ on about?”