#codstarters

[pyram1dhead]

  son más bien egoístas las razones que le llevan a tomar de brazo impropio para tirarle hacia donde está, considerando peligrosa ubicación ajena en respecto a escondite que se ha creado tras un macetón. “un policía está justo en aquella esquina, si te sigues moviendo nos encontrarán a los dos” quejumbroso es el tono, y mientras que no puede obligarle a ocultarse en pequeño lugar que sobra a su lado - espera que sea aquella la decisión del otro participante, insinuándola con su mirada. “se irá en menos de dos minutos, hay una salida más tranquila del otro lado” asegura en un susurro, habiendo tomado el tiempo muerto del comienzo para observar rutinas de los agentes de seguridad. no quiere salir corriendo a buscar zona tranquila sin antes asegurarse que moro en costa se aleje lo suficiente.

[phrankurt]

     el eco de sus pasos rebota con fuerza en silenciosa habitación, cuidado en su andar siendo poco al simplemente estar en búsqueda de una nueva distracción. es en montaña de piezas desordenadas que brillo metálico capta su mirada, curiosidad ganándole y llevándolo a levantar objeto pesado de forma rápida y brusca - causando un fuerte chirrido que sonoriza el lugar de manera irritante. “mierda…” sensibilidad a sonidos le odia por acciones, claro malestar delineando facciones, pero es interés por inspeccionar lo que trae en manos lo que quita su cabeza de aquello. “¿qué crees que sea esto?”.

[plumdeux]

 único sonido que le acompaña en aquel momento es el del spray con el que garabatea sin sentidos, distracción sencilla en lo que espera reencontrar a su grupo. vano intento de alivianar miedos que le tensan porque cuando el más mínimo ruido se hace presente, gira de forma rápida a enfrentar fuente de origen, aerosol en mano aún activo. “¿me estás jodiendo?” como siempre se da el tupé de quejarse, aún cuando no ha analizado daños hechos a contrarie.  

[rippedstitch-s]

“Oh no, I’m fine. I’m doing just lovely. A 41 year old man at a single’s event the night before Valentine’s Day. it’s been... absolutely... cracking.” Maybe he’d had a few drinks already, but that was kind of the point. Maybe his Irish accent was creeping out, heavy on his tongue as he pushed his dark hair out of his face for the 50th time tonight. “I don’t sing very well, so the karaoke would be a disaster. I’m not good at... conversing, so there’s the whole event. At this point, I think the only thing I want to nail is my own coffin shut.” 

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[scoredandstoried]

It had been a strong choice, deciding to get up in full drag for a Valentine’s Day event. A choice that Celeste might’ve been regretting, just a tiny bit- mostly due to the heels. And the looks. But if she was about to show off her most authentic self, and flirt with strangers, than Celeste was the woman for the job. And she loved nothing more than getting drunk on a Saturday night in a velvet gown. She was a towering figure at 6′10″ in her heels, cinched waist and a dress that was far too... extra for a night like tonight, where people were trying to get to know one another. But at some point in getting dressed, she’d said ‘fuck it’, and decided to have the most fun she possibly could. So she lifted the skirts of the dress enough to sit at the barstool, one leg comfortably bared from the long slit, ordering herself a Long Island. “You didn’t think this event would go off without a little unexpected and possibly unnecessary extravagance, did you?” She asked, laughing. “Be honest, is it too much?” Even asking, she did a bit of a pose with a thousand watt smile.

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[shaniabrooks]

Shania thought the blue band around her wrist would send a loud enough signal that she didn’t want any romantic or sexual attention tonight, but this guy didn’t take the hint. “I told you I’m not interested.” she told him, visibly uncomfortable. He moved closer to her with a smirk and she crossed her arms, taking a step back from him. “Please leave me alone.”

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[thejamiea]

“I swear... this is my third cup of coffee. No matter how long I’ve been here, I miss California in the winters. It’s been ten years and I still can’t get used to the cold.” Jamie shivered just a bit while holding onto the cup of coffee with both hands. Even with gloves on, she was hoping it would warm up her hands. “How do you even deal with this? I can’t count how many layers I have on right now.” @codstarters​

[yazsanchez-a]

“Whoever designed heels was a sadistic fuck,” Yazmina grumbled to the person beside her. She’d tried her best to look nice for the night, she’d even reasoned with herself to give her fanciest shoes a try. However, by two hours in it had become extremely apparent that fanciest did not necessarily mean comfortable. Finally giving up on maintaining appearances, she looked around and handed her glass to the person beside her. “Hold this,”  she instructed as she bent down, slipped off both her heels and handed them over, “hold these, too.” With her feet now bare she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of beaten up sneakers, slipping them onto her feet. While they clashed greatly with the sleek dress she was wearing, Yaz smiled brightly and struck a pose, “how do I look?”

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[elliexlei]

Playing with the ends of her hair, Ellie let out a soft hum. “I’m thinking about dying my hair completely blonde... or cutting it. Maybe both. What do you think?” Ellie asked while picking her head up to look at the nearest person beside her. “I just want a change, you know? I want to do something crazy. Do you think I could pull it off? Either one of them.” @codstarters​

[riverrcal]

River sat in the coffee shop that located just down the street from his penthouse. His coffee cup was filled with, of course, only the best and fanciest cocktail of coffee and flavors mixed together to create his favorite frappuccino. He twirled the straw around in the cup that sat on the table in front of him, staring off into space. River always did get bored if he sat in the same place for too long. His thoughts ran to a million different places at once, he tapped his fingers of his free hand on the table, making mediocre music with the pads of his fingertips. Before he could think about it, he turned around to the stranger sitting at the table next to his and began to speak. “You know, I hate cats. You wanna know why I hate cats?” His hands waved around in the air as he spoke, “I was walking Sage the other day, and this cat comes up and like, parkours over him like a maniac. Like, where’d you come from, ya little shit? He starts circling around my dog like he’s posting up to ‘em or something. You tryna fight my dog? Cats are so weird. And mean. I hate ‘em,” he shrugged before resting his head on his hand that was propped up on the table in front of him, and he let out a sigh. Suddenly realizing that he just randomly began to annoy this stranger next to him, he shook his head lightly before facing the person. “Sorry,” he chuckled awkwardly, “I’m River.” He stuck his hand out in front of him, gesturing for a hand shake and a small smile formed on his face.

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[suspicioushospitality]

Christian was trying his hardest not to laugh as one of the many event goers went up to drunkenly sing karaoke on the stage. They’d picked Eye of the Tiger and everyone was singing along- but they kept making weird tiger noises, growling and dancing weirdly. He’d promised quite a few friends that he’d go up at some point tonight, but he was having so much fun spectating too. He’d left Owen’s side for a bit, still wearing his yellow wristband and getting some time to hang out with others. He took another sip of his second sex on the beach, turning to the person beside him. “Ohh my god. Okay, okay, after this rousing performance, we should go up! What do you think? ‘Don’t You Want Me’? Or maybe ‘Alone’ by Heart? Or do you need another shot before I can get you up there?” 

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[hjxicarus]

Cool wind sifted through air, ruffling the mass of hair atop Icarus’s head. It swept through the shaggy curls almost like a caress, a kind hand willing to offer the kind of touch he craved but could never find. A soft sigh escaped past parted lips as his fingers strummed absent rhythms across the strings of the well-worn guitar. The faint music mixed with the wind, creating a melancholy sigh that reverberated through his body, goose flesh dimpling along his skin. His trusted companion Alpha lay by his side, muzzle tilted up to sniff the wind. Rain was in the air, Icarus could smell it, and soon his moments of tortured peace would be forced to end. Not because he minded the rain, but rather his guitar was old and could not handle the beating a steady rain would give it. Gathering his long legs under himself he stood and began heading back towards the solitude of his apartment. Ike enjoyed solitude, only seeking attention when is needs arose to a frenzied point that he could no longer ignore, leading him to lure someone to his bed. He had yet to meet someone whom he could tolerate spending any quality time with. The depraved indifference he had learnt as a child taking over whenever someone started to open up to him. He could just not bring himself to care.

Of course, one would not readily know that through the way he chose to interact with others. On the outside, when he went hunting for his next bed companion, a suave charm dripped from him like thick syrup. His smiles were saccharine, lips smirking up in a way that made others swoon for him. But it was his confidence that really sold him. Icarus lavished in the attention of others in moments like that, because he knew he would be rewarded for his efforts by some sweet thing writhing underneath him in bed. His mind cleared of thoughts as he strolled devil-may-care through along the streets of New York, Alpha padding faithfully by his side. At some point some ill advised person reached out to pet the large beast, earning them a growl and a gnashing of teeth. Ike just laughed, his hand moving to stroke the slick fur atop the dog’s head. Despite his best efforts, there was a hint of cruelty in his voice as he spoke. “Perhaps, if you are interested in keeping all your limbs, you should step back. I won’t be held responsible for someone else’s idiocy.” @codstarters​

[quentinjameson]

“my sister just told me that my ugly ‘christmas’ sweaters don’t mean anything because i wear ugly year round sweaters all the time.” despite the fact that he was a grown man, thirty-five years old, there was nothing quite like the taunting of a younger sibling to bring him back to his childish ways. “she’s obviously getting coal this year. do you know where i can buy coal?”

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[rippedstitch-s]

Asa was at the bar again, doodling on a napkin with a pen from his bag. Just drawing the endless liquor bottles behind the bar, a vodka soda sat beside him on a little square napkin. He’d needed to get out of the apartment... and he always seemed to end up back at the bar. Probably not the best thing to always default to, but. It helped him unwind. He glanced over after he’d been focused on his little drawing, hearing someone sit down a bit harshly on the stool beside him. He was a few drinks in- normally a bit shy, he felt a little bit more prepared to talk to someone. “You doing alright?” The Irishman asked, picking up his drink.

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[scoredandstoried]

It had been a very long week and maybe Orion should’ve been resting on his night off, instead of wearing 3 inch heels, lip-syncing to a heartfelt SIA song, and collecting tips. But it was something that brought Orion... or, well, Celeste, such immense joy. She felt euphoria on the stage, makeup done, all eyes on her in the most beautiful velvet off-the-shoulder gown. A 6′7″ drag queen with the longest pale legs, gown still hitting the floor... she felt good. Inexplicably so. And Celeste was all smiles as she tucked the tips she had collected into her bra, smiling at the bartender who immediately brought over her usual cocktail- tequila sunrise, in a tall glass. A couple cherries floating on the top. She swiveled on the stool with a laugh, glancing at the person sitting close to her. “Hi hon, enjoying the show? I had to sit for a second, my dogs are barking... but they’re doing karaoke in a few minutes.” 

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[xvillanueva]

“No. Hard pass.”

She swiped left on yet another very handsome and seemingly funny man on Tinder. Dating apps were a foreign language to Xyla Villanueva. She didn’t understand their complex algorithms, the impact certain photos and phrases had on bios, and frankly, the purpose of them in a city like New York City. It was becoming more of a game, a thing to pass the time, rather than a tool meant to help you find the elusive “the one.”

Leaning over to the other person, Xy excitedly showed them the profile of a very rugged man, complete with a luscious beard and motorcycle.  “What do you think? I mean, the bandana suits him, doesn’t it?” It was a joke, but Xyla’s expression remained serious, curious about their friends opinion. @codstarters​