open post 2k15

[freesia]

★ pick someone you want to play with and put it in the subject.
★ feel free to request if you don't see 'em on the list. (muse strength may vary)
★ leave a pic/prompt/whatever
★ stuff
★ have fun!

Comments

everyone :|

[morebelts]

AS REQUESTED

[poisonousflame]

guess who

[diezmar]

fuck

[mowing]

[ Time for some 21 Jump Street shit.

But no, seriously, as festive the evening was, this was no time to get complacent and comfortable. Kasumi's here to do business, even if that meant posing as Riku's date for the night in some fancy getup that she wouldn't have ever seen herself wearing up until now. But hey, it's free, and if there's one nice thing about being in the police force, it's getting some privileges that people on the ground level normally wouldn't get otherwise.

As far as anyone's concerned, the two of them are a couple, doubling as representatives for one of the charity's sponsors--some company that required Kasumi to do some extensive research on in order to make the disguise as authentic as possible. She'd even used the past two days to learn how to walk in heels, and boy was it uncomfortable, but they're here now and she's going to be as 'real' as she can be.

It's why she smiles gently and wraps her arm through Riku's, linking them together as they enter the gala.

She whispers to him softly, under her breath. ]

This is okay, right?

GIMME YO OC

[print]

[Frey can safely say that this is the first time that he's woken up on the pavement before. He's greeted with the sight of a night sky dotted with stars, cool air around him still. It's a strange serenity settled around him, a sharp contrast to the wariness that swiftly floods him as he sits up, taking in more of his surroundings. Taking stock of himself.

It doesn't appear that he's injured, though he'd have to give himself a closer inspection later. He can't feel pain, after all. If it isn't something readily apparent, he wouldn't know.

As he picks himself up, he takes in the people and buildings stationed around him. Nobody seems concerned about the fact that a man was just unconscious on the pavement, going about their business. Colorful shop signs glow brightly, heralding the names of stores and venues with which he isn't at all familiar.

In fact...nothing here strikes him as something he's seen before.

His frown is nearly imperceptible as he pushes himself to start walking - to seek out something that isn't foreign. He's got to get his bearings]

LINUUUUSS

[claridade]

[ Something about roses on a Certain Day??? Do we do Boardgame verse or some AU where nobody is fighting and dying??? ]

fuuka or some other purse owner

[folly]

tfln meme (adele)

[pluvial]

it was just a t-shirt??

[ like was it really that bad.... ]

tfln meme (hikaru no)

[pluvial]

[ abort mission abort ]

uh
no!
well i mean
i guess you can?
if you liked him enough

[ god what is he saying. ]

small angry water lady

[drought]

[ The bathroom is filled with steam, and it's not because of the water temperature. It's because of the guy standing in the shower, running the coldest water he can. But much of the water is evaporating when it hits his skin, and he stands with his head bent under the showerhead. His hair, at least, is soaked. But it fits his mood, leaning over like this, his hair obscuring his vision; his control hasn't been this bad in some time.

While standing here is mostly for his own comfort (even he gets overheated), he figures this place with its water and tile is the least likely area for him to accidentally set on fire.

He's pretty sure he was supposed to do something today, but most of his concentration is on breathing right and trying to be stone. ]