#exitiumstarters

[eris-notos]

@exitiumstarters Eris Notos

Eris stood in the alley behind the record shop. He'd just finished closing up, and he wasn't really looking forward to going back to his empty apartment to try to sleep. He couldn't ever truly turn off his brain, but he had to try. He was tired down to his bones. Trying to think was not his cup of tea, and it was exhausting. But he had to keep thinking. Keep alert. He wasn't home yet.

He lit his cigarette, letting the heat of the lighter's flame warm his cold fingers. It was silly for a dragon to constantly be cold. But he was constantly shivering in the air conditioned buildings, and he had to wear long sleeves even in the summer. Even in the summer, he was constantly cold. He just hated to feel the air on his skin. Probably had something to do with stress.

As he smoked, he felt himself warming up. He started to relax despite himself. Work was always long and tedious, and he hated to be stuck in a record shop that was usually empty. Not that he would've liked it any better if there was a lot of customers. It just felt safer to him to be at home. But he had to pay his rent somehow.

His head shot up as he realized someone was coming into the alley. It wasn't terribly late, so it wasn't odd for people to still be wandering the streets. But he still felt his heart rate pick up and start to rabbit as he realized he wasn't alone.

"Hey," he greeted. Not letting his voice sound suspicious in the slightest. Just letting them know he knew they were there. "It's been a long night, huh?"

[ofsupernovcs]

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Randy touched the unicorn as a joke. He didn't think much of it. But as he began to talk something was off.

"Thank you for coming." There was a slight shift " Truthfully I hate any type of event like this. I have to fake a smile to make you all happy. But I'm miserable as fuck. But the OEA has my fucking children so I have no choice. But I'd like to make one more comment about my opposition. " The mayor smirked

"Gianna if you are hearing this, you are one of the most pretentious people I have ever met. You suck at being for the people. I'm a jackass but at least I can pretend when some weird medieval man says he gave his money to a prince on the internet. I hope you don't have children, or grandkids, or nephew because yikes." Randy said flipping the bird.

"Now you can boo me. Please it gives an excuse to drink"

[traegics]

"You mind hurrying it up," Freya all but demands as she shifts impatiently, arms crossed at the register of the local apothecary. "I have very little time and very little patience."

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[strawberryxmagic]

while artemis loved a reason to get all dressed up, she wasn't so much of a fan of being told she had to attend the event. she didn't really like being told to do anything. and yet here she was. weary of what exactly the oea had up their sleeves. she didn't trust them as far as she could throw them. and she was sure none of the other supernaturals around did either.

she straightened her dress as she walked into the space, looking for any familiar faces that she could spend time with and make this event less boring. ( @exitiumstarters )

[oflautus]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― open starter / @exitiumstarters

in the short time that she had been in new orleans, she's learned and made adjustments. spinning like a top with ideas and implementing them. the harpists that had been hired to play at decora was now replaced by a local smooth jazz band and that change alone added to the ambience, appealing to patrons. cordelia moved across the gallery floor, her heels clicking, a smile forming on her lips as she took in all of the new faces. "i see you have great taste." she stated while approaching the closest person to her who just happened to be admiring the newest piece that she had acquired.

[xblindfoldcdx]

you couldn't be a mikaelson without having a bit of a chaotic side, and iliana was no exception to that rule. flipping through the stack of rather large bills that she had recently acquired, she couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes watching her. glancing up from the money, she offered the passerby a sly smile. ❝ what? ❞ she questioned with a raised brow. ❝ have you never seen a woman counting her cash before? ❞ // @exitiumstarters

[dmpled]

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“do I look like I’m interested in what you have to say?” eyes narrowed ever so slightly as her arms folded. all she wanted was peace and yet this person was starting to get on her last nerves. “do I need to spell it out? Can you not read between the lines?” Georgie questioned as she took a deep breath in trying to remain calm.

[lawfvlhunter]

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Suspicions confirmed, the missing hunters were dead. It wasn't a surprise, and she had told Asher as much, however, now the floodgates of questions had opened. She didn't care so much about vengeance for them, but she did want to know the responsible party and whether there was any connection to someone in the OEA as Asher (and now she) suspected.

A curfew was exactly what they needed, and she sat on a bench, smoking her cigarette and watching the clock. "Nearly 11," she mused, "need an escort home?"

[fragmcntedsouls]

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Tugging at his collar with an agitated groan, Oliver pushed past the security on the door, ensuring to make his discontentment known for the forced invitation. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were lambs being led to the slaughter.

As per usual, the wolf made easy work of locating the bar; placing his arm down against the countertop without even giving the bartender the chance to speak.

"Make em doubles and keep em coming." That was the only real guarantee that he was going to survive the evening, by a healthy dose of self medicating. Having cut in, he figured that it was a gesture of goodwill as he motioned to the individual beside him "an' whatever their having too."

[xepiphany]

𖤣.𖥧.⚘ ― maeve o'hara / open event starter / @exitiumstarters

after making a few rounds, her plans to be a wallflower for the rest night was going quite well. standing back and soaking in everyone and everything until it was time to silently make her exit. there were two people she had yet to see, her lovely daughters-- she could not wait to see what beautiful ensemble they'd dressed themselves in; she told herself once she spent some time with them and with rebekah she'd call the night be a success. "oh, yes please." the vampire gushed in a soft sing song voice to the waiter, her eyes scanning the tray of assorted confectionery, dipping a finger in one of the frosted items to get a taste.

[badvlantex]

TJ was already pretty battered up and bruised, no thanks to Nathan. He had barely recovered from that ordeal when the OEA called everyone into the hall for a hangman session. That lady, Gertrude, someone's grandma - she had practically saved his life from Nathan...was her blood on his hands? Her spare undergarments were, and he was so damn screwed. It was evidence, but he sure as hell didn't know the OEA's plans.

As everyone started panicking and running, TJ opted to run and hide, at least so he could recover from Nathan's beating. Finding a spare room away from the centre of it all, he let out a frustrated yell, though his throat was pretty sore from being choked out. Knocking his head against the wall, he repeated "shibal" (fuck). How the hell was he going to get out of this one? Or had he cornered himself with no escape? His face was still running with blood after Nathan's attack, and that guilty look? Everyone was going to be out for OEA blood, and he was perhaps their easiest target.

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[krit-ikal]

A witch no more, Krit now prowled as a monster of the night, and he had kept under the OEA's radar for a year, perfecting his vampiric abilities. He had thwarted death from Asher once more, for what the hunter believed to be the end was simply the re-awakening.

While the guards manning the gates of the compound required identification, which may have been an issue for a supposedly dead man, Krit had wrangled such from a quick meal prior to his arrival, their squealing still fresh in his ears as was their blood on his lips.

Sinister thoughts played under the mask, eyeing up the buffet of guests on display. Dancing with the devil required demons to appear, and he had always embodied the very thing.

"These violent delights have violent ends," he muttered to no one in particular. Funny how such a phrase, once spoken by a dead man, was uttered again as if he was already on his hunt for something of his. "Do you not agree?"

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[ofsupernovcs]

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There was that feeling rising again. Bejo was trying to ignore it, not refusing to give into his anger. He would be no better than those beasts. And he was not one of them. Without much thought he grabbed the empty beer bottle and smashed it, inadvertly hurting his palm of his hand. He gritted his teeth, pretending his hand wasn't injured. He briefly locked eyes with someone before looking away.

"Just keep walking, nothing to see here."

[traegics]

Open Starter - @exitiumstarters

She had begrudgingly left her daughter with one of the Crescent's that had chosen to stay behind from the masquerade in offerance of watching all of the younger wolves in the pack and while she'd have rather taken this time to spend it with her husband, Riley was coming home and she wasn't going to miss out on seeing her again and so she had reluctantly found herself a ball gown and a mask as well as having gotten her hair down up and had arrived to the compound with little time to spare, offering out her ID to the guards at the door with an audible sigh. This was the last place she wanted to be, the last place she wanted Riley her their brother be especially after the gala hosted by the OEA last year but if it kept her family safe then she would do what she had to. A quick glance around as she entered the compound, something that she had started doing ever since Brooks's accident, the one that left her to fend for herself and their daughter, and she quickly pinpointed each and every possible exit. "Do you know if we have to wear these masks the whole time," Lorelai asked the closest person to her. "They're more uncomfortable than I thought they would be. Besides if they wanted to keep tracck of who was here then you would think they would have gone with something that didn't require concealing our identity."

[strawberryxmagic]

Artemis was wandering around New Orleans, taking in the city that she hadn't seen in awhile. She was happy to be back, if only for seeing her mom and family again. She was also looking for a shop where she could potentially keep up her mechanic skills.

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[morsobitus]

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it seemed as if everyone was in a world of their own, people acting odder than usual which was saying something for New Orleans. Legs folded as she sat on the top of one of the picnic bench. A peanut bag placed in hand before she shoved a few in her mouth. seeing someone walk over, a sigh escaped the dragons lips. “i’m not sharing if that’s what you’ve come over for.”