angeles starters

another party.  he  vaults  over  the  sofa  in  a  single  jump,  and  manages  to  land,  ass-planted  on  the  plushness  of  it,  leg  already  crossed  over  the  other  —  mischief  glinting  in  his  gaze  as  he  acknowledges  his  own  intrusion  with  a  perk  of  thick  brows.  “   so.  ”   he  begins  ominously,  helping  himself  to  the  chip  bowl  on  the  table.   “   i’ve  heard  something  about  you.   ”       / .      @angelestarters​

“excuse me can i talk to you for one second!” he calls out to the stranger. heavy footsteps storm over to the other. he knew how to make his presence intimidating. robby flips open his wallet to expose his lapd badge to the other. “i’m detective ortiz with lapd homicide. i’m investigating the murder of ewan linkley and the disappearance of his sister stacey linkley.” closing his wallet, he tucks his badge back in to his back pocket. “can i ask you about your whereabouts the night of may twenty-seventh?” canvassing for potential suspects and witnesses was a big part of his job. and since the bodies were discovered, he has been working days and nights to get a lead. his boss had been breathing down his neck for answers. high profile cases were the worst. @angelestarters​

         jai’s friends have run off somewhere else in the club, but he’s content to take a breather by the bar. he leans against it casually and glances at the person to his left. “what’re you drinking? i got you.” he says it nonchalantly, because for him, it is nonchalant. buying a drink, picking up a tab, buying a meal, or several. there’s a prideful part of him that likes it. maybe he likes the control it gives him. “you alone?” @angelestarters​

          If Poppy was one thing in this world, it was definitely not a chef. Her cooking and baking skills were terrible but she didn’t care. She still offered the person in front of her some of her cake? cupcake? she had no clue what it turned out to be. “The icing is the best part.” @angelestarters​

geneviève took one more sip before grabbing her things, turning around at the exact moment as another. “oh mon dieu!” she gasped under her breath as her tote plunged to the floor, spilling all of its contents of paper work onto the floor. “goodness, i’m so sorry,” gen stated as she carefully bent down to pick up the wreckage. even though shes lived in america for years, her accent still clinged to her. and she was rather proud of it, since it’s the one thing she still has from her home. “no more wine for me, then,” she added with a laugh as she looked up to the figure.

dressed in shorts and the customary hawaiian shirt, diego is the portrait of the exotic los angeles citizen. a juul firmly in hand, he’s trying to fix some water damage in his deck ——— he doesn’t have to fix it himself, but he has the type of can do attitude that seems to ask ‘what could go wrong?’ and the answer to that is: a lot. “ kid, ” he exhales a cloud of smoke. “ can you pass me the big silicon thing right there? ” diego scratches his chin slightly. “ you ever think about those squatters that live in people’s homes without them knowing? ‘cause sometimes i can’t stop thinking about them. ” @angelestarters​

        “thank you so much for coming,” orla hangs in through the passenger side window for a moment after tossing her bag in. she hops into the car and crosses her legs, smoothing her hair out. “i was just minding my own business and BOOM! fender bender. the asshole that was behind the other asshole driving behind me hit them, then they hit me, and, well…” she’s rambled on far too long and she knows it. “so, yeah. thanks for coming.” @angelestarters​

“ i feel like every bone in my body is in the wrong place, right now. ” never one to truly exercise, the last place she’d imagine herself in would be a hot yoga class. but spending forty five minutes looking at the instructor in yoga pants did seem like a great idea. in retrospect, she wishes she had picked something more mild. “ how —– how can these people even do this? and for fun? ”

luci mostly still felt like a fish out of water in los angeles sometimes, having grown up in new york, he was used to the hustle and bustle there. and l.a. was still busy, but in a different way. and as he stood in line for a green juice after a session with his new trainer, he thought that maybe he was starting to fit in more than he thought. he voiced this to the person beside him, “i don’t think i’ve ever been this l.a.” 

“ i need to fire my agent. apparently, my current one thinks the spicy and sexy latina trope is still in and won’t find me any auditions outside of that disgusting stereotype. i’m far too talented and beautiful to already be typecasted this early into my career. not to mention, it’s insulting at this point. please tell me you know someone who isn’t a tool. ”

“ you know, there’s nothing sexier than being midway into a hot pocket and having the melted cheese burn the right side of your lip as you bite into it. my dinner was dangerous and delicious. not everyone can say the same about their boring lasagna or caviar, and you know what ? i think that’s very brave of me. ”