#dusk:start

[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.

[torinoconnor]

LOCATION : Rosamie Lynns NYE Event 

STATUS: NOW CLOSED  @duskstart  

WITH: TORIN O’RILEY & YOUR MUSE

This was the last place on earth you'd usually find him, and his attire was a stark contrast from his usual jeans and leather jacket or flannel shirt. He was trying to blend in and he was hating every second of it. He was currently at the bar, drinking a whiskey, an essential requirement if he was going to get through the evening. He did however need to remain relatively sober, at least for now. "How long until midnight?" he asked, already counting down until he could leave.

[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​

[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.”

[xnishmalik]

Nish had found a spot, taking a small book from one of the pockets inside his suit. He took a seat, crossing a leg and finishing up his drink. Setting it next to a line of empty glasses, while he flipped through the pages in his hands. Pausing as a shadow obstructed his tiny sliver of light. “Excuse me. You’re stealing my light! ” he yelled over the music without looking up. His voice had a slight slur to it.

[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?”

[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.

[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?” 

[alcjandras]

FEATURING  :  @duskstart​

LOCATION  :  culture  espresso  (  or  any  coffee  shop  in  midtown  manhattan  )

          SHE  LOOKS  UP  ONLY  to  be  greeted  by  the  sight  of  crows  on  the  floor  .  “  kinda  hard  to  enjoy  a  cup  of  coffee  when  there  are  crows  scattered  around  .  ”  ale  scrunches  up  her  nose  ,  bringing  the  cup  of  coffee  up  to  her  lips  to  take  a  sip  .  “  what  do  you  think  ?  performance  art  piece  ?  ”  she  asks  ,  knowing  that  this  anomaly  is  likely  brought  forth  by  something  supernatural  .

[gideonbirley]

      location: warren distillery.       when: some time after 7pm.       who: open. @duskstarts​

      ------“ I REMEMBER HEARING once that the best place to go during a zombie apocalypse is a costco ... because zombies don’t have memberships. ” drink in hand gideon moved alone the outskirts of the crowd ( he’d been to more than a handful of the events here and he would never say no to their cognac ), more than happy to pull the ear of his company with nonsense. “ but i think it’s ridiculous since ... zombies don’t care about memberships. they go wherever they want. ” and of course it was difficult to imagine a zombie stopping at the door because they didn’t have a club card on their person. the dejected shuffling lingering in the forefront of his mind pulled his lips into a grin before he took a sip of his drink.

      the truth of it was, he was here on business. it didn’t hurt to enjoy himself a little, take a moment to wait for the bar back he wanted to speak with to have a break or more than a second away from the crowd, before he could continue on with his case. so for now --- “ personally, zombies terrify me. but that’s childhood trauma. ”

[aslikaya]

Status: Open starter closed Location: Anywhere

"If you don't mind me taking up a minute of your time, I just have a couple of questions." she spoke as she approached the other. "Do you enjoy romantic comedies or dark and mysterious thrillers? Would you rather drink beer or wine? Would you rather eat a home cooked meal or get take-out? And finally... Are you free February fourteenth?" Aslı asks the other, smiling playfully.