#urbz:starter

[novvakffs]

starter: open

setting: the pulse night club

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             It was the first time in a couple of years that she had decided to forgo the Nowaks new years party opting rather for a night out with her friends. Dom also wasn’t very used to the bumping sounds surrounding, mainly because she had never actually been in the club before. Brows furrowed at the unfamiliar song after setting her cup down she turned to the person next to her. “Have you ever been here before? Because I can’t picture anyone actually enjoying this.”

[dellyerics]

starter: open

setting: pulse night club 

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                   Now to say that Delphine was excited for the time off was an understatement, she had planned to be at the studio almost all night be when she arrived for her shift, her father was already telling her to go home and get ready. Soon she was ready to go dancing along to the music, occasionally singing along. After some time, she moved to the bar ordering a mojito she cooked her head to the side. “As is tradition...you got any resolutions? Oh! or a new years kiss?”

[opheliayuen]

starter: open

setting: pulse nye

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            Oh she was going to be late. That sentence continuously played through her mind as she made her way to the club.  Henry’s babysitter was late getting to the house and honestly Ophelia couldn’t blame her, who really wanted to work on NYE?  But as the clocked ticked closer to eleven she realized she might as well have stayed in with the baby. Finally reaching the front door she hurried herself through the main lobby, not really watching where she was going, eyes locked on a small table to the side. “Oh my!” Ophelia exclaimed as she felt another’s body run into her own, more the other way around. “I’m sorry! Did you spill your drink? I can get you a new one, I am very sorry.”

[jetzeyjames]

who : open starter !

where : the streets of neon east !

Jesse loved a good party -- but he had a quota to meet. The sooner he got rid of his inventory the sooner he could let loose and enjoy the night himself. He was feeling antsy as the crowded streets bustled with excitement for the new millenium.  ❝ Hey man, you tryin’ to buy fireworks ? ❞ he said as he opened his leather jacket to reveal an assortment of firecrackers and roman candles. ❝ Or maybe looking for something a little more . . .  lit ? ❞

[becchtml]

starter: open

setting: just outside of the back door of Pulse.

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                 Though parties like these aren’t Becc’s regular scene, she couldn’t really say no to a free night at pulse. Once the blaring music and scent of sweat had become a little too overbearing Becc stepped out the back door towards the smoking section on the old parking lot in the back. Pulling out a cigarette from her pack she rested it inbetween her lips, scavenging her pockets she pulled out her lighter. After trying to catch a spark for about a minute she looked around before approaching the person on the other side of the door. “Hey, Oh- wait! happy new years, do you have a light by chance?”

[urbzhq]

let’s get it started !

officially. the year is 1999. remember to tag your posts as urbz:starter / post them in the starter channel. i’m so excited to see you all bring your characters to life.

[pcwertrip]

open to : anyone !

josephine stood at the register of iron age coffee haus, a stern expression painted her face. “you know what? forget it.” she huffed, “next time i buy from here, you better get my name right.” mornings tended to be a weakness of josephine’s, this one was no different. she had a bone to pick with a certain barista at the shop. despite her being a regular at iron’s age, the barista somehow always managed to get josephine’s name wrong. last week it was jocelyn, on monday it was josefina, today it was josianne. maybe it was her sleepless nights catching up to her (insomnia is not a girl’s best friend) but she decided to let it go. she would continue her day as normal: head to work, have a productive day, go home. she promised herself that today would be a good day with no problems, right? as she turned to leave, she gave the barista a parting glare. maybe she should’ve paid attention to where she was though, as it seemed like karma had ran it’s course. she bumped into a stranger, covering herself (and the stranger) in iced coffee. the venti mocha frappucino she was holding had now become an unwanted accessory to her outfit. she exclaimed, “oh my fucking goodness!” focusing her attention on the stranger she crashed into, “you cannot be serious. are you serious?”

[kaiznet]

open to : anyone !

kickin it at skid’s half pipe, nothing new for mr. evangelista. it was common for them to be there. after all, he loves to skate. he tended to have the same routine on his days off of work: wake up, shower, eat breakfast, skate, sleep. kai planted their feet on their beloved board, trying to get the perfect balance for a trick he hadn’t been able to pull off. he’d been trying for weeks to perfect his tre flip. this time was no different, he ended up crashing into the pavement. “shit.” an exasperated curse escaped from his lips as he exhaled. they say third times a charm but he’s way past that, tenth times a charm might be more suitable in this situation. here’s to hoping for next time?

[lizmores]

open to : anyone!

'Okay, so maybe I'm supposed to be working right now.' Eliza glances around the empty rink, motioning to the lack of skaters. 'Absolutely no one will notice that I'm gone, plus there's like ... three more employees in the back. I just wanna get out of here and maybe hit up the the red room, get in the sun. Something.' Her fingers clasped around their own, lips pushing into a pout. 'I need to get out of here, and I'll buy you dinner later if you help.'

[becchtml]

starter: open

setting: Skid’s Half Pipe

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             All Becc could hear was the sound of the wheels of her skateboard moving along the smooth concrete of the bowl.  She didn’t even notice the sunset or the street lights turn on. Yet, when she finally took a break she saw a small cat sitting on the edge of the ramp. Almost as if something took over her, Rebecca bolted to the cat, who just starred at the skater. “You’re the cutest little baby aren’t ya?” As she softly pet it’s head a large noise spooked the cat into running away, only then did she notice the actual person standing to her side. “Oh! Uh, sorry was he yours? Cause I promise I will search for him...after ya know i breathe a little bit more.”

[dellyerics]

starter: open

setting: outside the luncheonette

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           “The curtains look like shit don’t they?” Arms crossed as Delphine’s eyes scanned the windows of the luncheonette. Her father had ordered some new curtains for the storefront but they had been sent the wrong colour and it was driving her insane.  “ It just makes it look so trashy right? It’s supposed to make the studio stand out but now it looks like a sewer drain...Any ideas at all or should I just burn them in the back lot?”

[novvakffs]

starter: open

setting: gasoline row

The majority of the day had been spent dealing with annoying and rude customers, it honestly almost drove Dominika to pull her hair out. However as the day ended she found herself sat outside Duke's a drink in her hand, and a lit cigarette lazily hanging from her lips. Eyes scanned the area around her before landing on the figure near the streetlight "You have a shit day too? or just being accidentally creepy?"

[novvakffs]

     Dom couldn’t understand this mayhem over the y2k thingy.  When she first had heard of it, Olek was running around at sunday dinner telling every single person to turn off all electronics come the new year. Even in this moment as she listened to her companion talk on and on about the coming milenium she couldn’t get her brother’s words out of her head. ”Do you really think this whole y2k thing is actually going to happen?”  Nudging the shoulder beside her she tilted her head. “Someone had to explain the fact that it’s not a real virus like influenza or small pox, so I don’t see a reason to believe it let alone be afraid of it.”

[jetzeyjames]

* [ OPEN STARTER ! ]

Jesse sat in the dead of night on the curb in quite the pickle. He wasn’t normally one to ask for help, especially not from a stranger but it’s not like he had much of a choice. ❝ Hey -- Hey, hold up ! ❞ he called out to the first person he saw passing on the sidewalk in front of his porch. ❝ Okay, so I know this is a hella weird request but um... ‘mind giving me a hand here ? ❞ he asked as he lifted his arms to reveal a pair of forty ounce bottles of beer duct-taped to his hands. ❝ Ya know, I thought that this was a fun idea at first but now I’m just, like, really jonesing for a cigarette. ❞ 

[becchtml]

         Tuesday’s were always slow at Muzuiko’s, you had the regulars like Mr. and Mrs. Crabtree an elderly couple that had been going to Muzuiko’s since their third wedding anniversary. As Becc waved them off exchanging soft pleasantries, but as the bell rang signaling that they had finally left she almost immediately slouched, her head hitting the counter. Not even noticing when someone approached the counter, opting to try and will the time to go faster. When she finally did notice she just flicked her head up.” Sup Dude? Are you here to eat or shoot me? The second one it super appreciated, like actually shoot me please, I’m sure you can find a gun somewhere.”