#othcrside

[annisa--adler]

@nxnbinarydracvla @othcrside @sugcrxspice @blessedcvrsed

[sugcrxspice]

( charity banquet, december 23rd, evening ) @othcrside, nadine

Grumbling under her breath as her older brother slinked off to fetch them more drinks (the traitor, leaving her all alone when this entire evening had been his idea in this first place), Ava fiddled anxiously with the silver chained belt cinching her knit dress, fingers idly tracing the outline of the butterflies adorning her waist. Though she'd never been one to learn a lesson swiftly, more inclined to keep repeating the mistakes of her youthful rebellion in spite of all the pain left behind in their wake, she hadn't exactly been chomping at the bit to re-enter the dating pool after Mindy's rejection. If anything, she was just coming around to the idea of taking some time for herself, to learn to be alone with only herself for company and to not go seeking the companionship of anyone that deigned to roll their eyes in her direction whenever she got lonely. And here she was, letting her brother of all people set her up. Though the situation was novel to her, having never been one to listen to Cyrek when it concerned her dating life (more inclined to stick her fingers in her ears and ignore any opinions he had about the people she spent time with), it still felt eerily familiar, like she was setting herself up for another inevitable heartbreak.

Blowing out a long breath while she petulantly tapped her foot, awaiting Cy's reappearance, Ava turned her head, realizing that she vaguely recognized the person to her right. "Oh, hey," the blonde greeted Nadine with a small jerk of her chin, a polite smile appearing across cherry red lips. She wasn't all that familiar with the other girl, but knew that they ran in similar circles, especially as a former member of the Bastards. Ava was well acquainted with their ranks, given that she was friendly with most of them, but still didn't know much about the other. "You bidding on anything tonight, or are you just here for the vibes, like me?" she wondered in earnest, glad for any distraction before a potentially awkward evening.

[b4rredteeth]

closed starter for @othcrside ( ft. Marisol )

Benny looked up from the pocket book of “Spanish for Dummies” and smiled as Marisol walked down the path towards him. “How fucking lucky is it that we still managed to get this thing on the road despite technology being kicked back to the 90s?” he asked, grinning as he pocketed the book in the inside pocket of his bomber jacket. He’d put on jeans - for a change - with the ends curled up, tight enough to let people around him ask questions. He was wearing one of his white shirts, topped off with a bomber jacket. His wavy long mullet cut was messy, but the hair falling slightly over his forehead hid in part the effort he’d done on his eyes. He’d put make-up on his sisters often enough - always because he’d been ordered to - and had found it hard not to over-do it now, but it looked good enough that nobody would be able to say that he was trying to get attention on purpose… except if there were any neckbeards around. 

“Ready for the hot nerdy shes and theys?” he asked, kicking the door to the arcade open.

[conkniving]

continued from here ft. @othcrside​​  —  jodie

the umber bag clattered upon the desktop, fallon’s jaw dropping at the absurdity of it all. hands pressing to either side of the obscenity, she stood quickly, hushed yelling, “what the fuck, jodie? this isn’t how we do things here!” there was at least the common sense to have shut the door to the clerk’s office before dumping unknown cargo quite literally on her lap. “what if you were seen, followed? did you just walk right in the fuckin’ front doors? oh my god...” the truth of it was that she wasn’t mad at them, exactly, though she had a hard time redirecting her snide. “i’m going to have to edit the tapes...” she muttered more to herself as a mental note, reluctantly addressing the bag at hand.

the zipper was cautiously undone, seam unfolding before them. leaning out of line of sight should it have been something dangerous like a trap that could be sprung, the first indication that the mystery was only building could be observed in the perplexed furrow of her brows. fingers gripped the seam, spreading it further. inside were a confusing set of items. a pearl necklace, an egg beater, a laptop, couple magazines, and a pair of binoculars. spare coins rattled around the bottom.

an expletive in thai escaped under her breath. “what  —  were you given evidence of a burglary or something?”

[jofms]

@hvcklebcrry / @pcisxnivys / @othcrside​ (a.k.a. - open to escape room people) @terminastarters​

    face your fears was always a statement that left her mouth until josette was faced with her own. if anything, the woman had become accustomed to the thought of avoidance. it was easier to not accept things if you were unaware of your own situation - perhaps that was why she had ignored it for so long. however, for someone who hitched their breath at a carnival, an escape room in something that either was or highly resembled a morgue would be difficult. as the door closed, the woman experienced a flash of darkness, not one to take her off her feet but enough of a flash for her to notice and to question whether it was the lights or whether she had blinked. it felt dream-like but laced with nightmares. josette looked down at her hands, the mossy undertones all blending all at once. eyes unfocused to her actual surroundings, a place where she did not want to end up. “i don’t like this.” the woman shook her head, her breathing getting slightly quicker. “perhaps we shouldn’t really be in here.” there was an unprecedented chuckle that left her. it was like a hospital but worse, whatever warmth had been sucked out and there was no hope. “there’s a word or something to get out, right?”

[anchoragehq]

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@othcrside

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[fervour-a]

for @othcrside​

“you don’t have to pretend to care, i’ll be fine...just ignore me.” 

[bcbylxn]

@othcrside​ liked for starter ! 

as they both catch their breath, kyle can’t help but smirk, looking up at them with a mischievous glint in his eye. “that was fun.” he says with a giggle, shaking his own hair from his face. 

[diceinorbit]

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬!

@othcrside​

This was not happening. Time seemed to slow to a complete halt, disorienting Lionel as he sat at the kitchen table — was he even in his own home anymore? He felt like he was transcending dimensions in his fruitless attempt at grappling the situation. After everything he’d gone through and all the good he thought he’d been doing for himself, there was still no convincing his brother that he was fit enough for Berkeley. “You’re fucking kidding,” was the only response he could conjure. “You have to be. You aren’t that much of an asshole.”

[sugcrxspice]

( dina's trailer, may 20th, early evening ) @othcrside, nadine

"Okay! I brought a ton of blankets, some caramel corn, a few bags of chips, and a batch of homemade, double fudge brownies. And you can't forget the birthday candles for your birthday wish, of course," Ava rambled, producing the waxy numbers "2" and "7" from a side compartment in one of her two tote bags and presenting them to the birthday girl proudly. "Not to brag, but my nieces have nothing but praise for my brownies, so I'm pretty sure you're gonna love them too," Ava boasted with a wide smile as she plopped down on Nadine's couch with her bags in tow, brown eyes sweeping across the biker's trailer, trying to take in all of the minute details of her space and commit them to memory, eager to learn more about Dina through her home.

It was certainly a first for the hairdresser in more ways than one: being invited over for a comfy night in by the object of her affections, purely for her company and with no underlying ulterior motives or expectations. Dina wasn't trying to keep her hidden either, like a dirty little secret, but sincerely wished for a casual evening in to celebrate her birthday with the blonde, and Ava was more than happy to oblige. As much as she reveled in a rowdy night out, she welcomed the change of pace with her newfound budding relationship. Surely, something so personal and intimate meant good things for the pair, right?

"Birthday girl gets to pick the movie sooo... what do you feel like watching?" Ava questioned with a sing-songy lilt to her voice, head tilting towards the brunette as she settled into her spot on the couch. "It's your day, after all. I'm just along for the ride!"

[b4rredteeth]

matevos; 🗣️ + evren, stella, ellie

"Wait, first thought... right? Without a filter... I don't know if my brain is supposed to go without a filter. But uhm."

"Evren... don't stare too much, don't be too charming, I don't want Cyrek to think I'm thinking with my...."

"Stella... cute, nice hair."

"Ellie.... I always forget they're Cyrek's family, so my brain is like... 'Cyrek, cyrek, cyrek, cyrek' without any other context."

@othcrside @cfstvlla

[conkniving]

all hallow’s eve abandoned doverhill laboratories, operating room

ft. group 3  —  @silvcrpanthera​, @cfmysteries​, @scyboo​, @othcrside​ & @terminastarters​​

with a clamber much louder than what would be suspected of degenerating metal doors, fallon resisted the instinctual reflex to startle at the abrupt noise signaling their temporary capture. a lock rattled at her flank. the assorted group and herself were sealed within. and facing them was a rather good reenactment of hostage fear, a person looking to the newcomers with hope that they could free them, as a buzzsaw whirred to life and the attraction’s best attempt at jigsaw’s voice resonated through the abandoned operating room.

“oh shit,” said she, with no regard for the riddle that was context to their escape. only a few words made it through her skull: chemist, felice, a string of numbers. it was droned out with a laugh, thin fingers reaching out as she walked to fiddle with dials on a disaffected machine or monitor of sorts. “this is good  —  almost looks real.” aided by her nonchalant demeanour, fallon picked up a small clamp, a layer of dust and rust under her thumb. a beat later and she tossed it toward the saw, as she was want to fuck with anything in general, a smile waiting to watch the plastic torture device break or complain when a foreign object was throw into its cogs.

but rather, there was a snap! and a spark. true metal met metal, and the saw simply shattered the vestige of medical instruments with incredible prowess, totally unhindered. this time, fallon did flinch, smile dropping entirely as the shrapnel scattered.

“what the fuck?”

[basiicphysics-a]

othcrside liked //veeeeeeery selectively gonna do the thing...

//because having to write about one dick was hard enough

[anchoragehq]

the following have 24 hours to post their first in-character interaction or request an extension, or their role will be reopened !

@evntides ( jaeha )

@othcrside ( esmore )

[diceinorbit]

𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔

@othcrside​

Kirby Lake was in the possession of somewhat competent men and women, so in the safe light of day Rosalie descended the steps of her ramshackle outpost and clambered into her beat down pickup. She jammed the keys into the ignition and listened to the old vehicle hum to life — it purred in uneven patterns, adding to its charm. She peeled out of the area, leaving only a plume of dust in her wake as she followed the path that led into town.

She coasted through downtown and made a mandatory pit stop at Doughing Pains, picking up a box of snicker doodle cookies for her daughter, the only reason she visited town nowadays. Her fingers nervously clutched the wheel once she reentered the car and began the journey out of the heart of Old Ashton. The suburbs sickened her; the identical designs of the houses, the predictable cut of the streets, the ridiculously stereotypical white picket fences that the upper middle class installed in their perfectly maintained yards. She couldn’t believe that she’d ever lived among those people, thinking one day she could blend into that monotone lifestyle. Stomaching the bile in her throat, her fingers gradually released their tense grip on the wheel. 

It had been three months since she’d been at the doorstep of a place she once called home. Behind her eyes, she could picture her growing daughter, face painted in confusion and hurt from their separation. It was justified, though, wasn’t it? The Resistance needed Rosalie. 

No, Rosalie needed the Resistance. She released a sigh and took the box of treats from the passenger’s seat, nudging open the door with her shoulder and exiting the car. She approached the entrance and lifted her hand up to the knocker, slamming it twice before retreating slightly. She second guessed her motives then. What if it wasn’t the right time? What if she’d been too sudden, too forward? Were the cookies a guilt trip? When—

“Hey, Georgie.” she murmured when the door came swinging out of the frame.

[sugcrxspice]

( halloween party, the parlour, before 11:30 pm ) @othcrside, marisol

"Marisoool," Ava whined into her little sister's ear, trying to make herself heard over the blaring music while impatiently tugging on the sleeve of her flannel. "Where's the bathroom in this stupid place? I've had a ton of drinks, and I can't find it anywhere. Do you know where it is? 'Cause I'm starting to think it doesn't even exist. They built a mansion with no bathrooms just to drive people crazy." The Adlers were a colorful family, to say the least, an impression that Ava did little to assuage given her frequently intense demeanor. But despite the siblings' many differences (and all of the tragedy they'd faced over the years), she wouldn't trade any of them for the world. But instead of just telling her siblings how much she loved and appreciated them like a well-adjusted person, the hairdresser tended to express her love for her family by pestering them, making her presence known—whether they liked it or not. And despite her clearly impaired condition, tonight was no exception. "Will you help me find the bathroom, pretty pleeease? Or else I might have to pop a squat behind a bush and risk publicly humiliating you."