indulgencerpg open starters

Location | Knock About 

“I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.” Margaux recites the verse with a beaming smile, hand outstretched in greeting. “Please don’t be afraid,” she says warmly, “I wish only to offer you succor.”

Running a hand through her hair, Bryer took a deep breath and closed her eyes, visualizing the choreography she was attempting to put together. She’d been doing a variation of the same dance intro before each of her acts for the past two months, and she’d been working on spicing it up. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes, tightening her pony tail. Movement caught her eye, and she turned quickly to face the opening of the tent. “Hey!” She called out. “The show doesn’t start for another couple of hours. You’re early.” @indulgencerpgstarters​

Closing her eyes, Briella inhaled deeply, shaking her head slightly in an attempt to shake off the negative vibes she’d felt hanging over her head all day. The bell above the bakery door chimed, and she turned on her heel immediately plastering a smile onto her face. “Welcome to Sweet Escapes! Our apple fritters are on a buy one, get one special in honor of back to school week, and our boston cream longjohns are on special as well, $5.99 a dozen because frankly, we made too many.” Her smile was tight lipped, her eyebrows raised slightly. “What can I get for you?” @indulgencerpgstarters​

Time: Late evening, around 9 PM

Status: Open

Aurora had just completed her closing shift at the bakery. Afternoons weren’t usually terrible, mostly filled with sorting through any of the specialty orders for the the next day and prepping for the morning rush that was to come. It was around 9 PM now and she was the last one there, finishing up a few minor tasks on her closing list before she could go home. Walking outside through the back doors, she threw all of the trash she had into the dumpster. Turning around, she felt like it was the perfect time for a quick smoke before coming back in. Trying to feel for her lighter that was usually in her apron pocket, she cursed under her breath when she realized that she left it at home. Dammit.

Hearing someone walk by, most likely a last minute customer, she comes up to them. “Hey, you got a light on you? I could use one. I’ll throw in a free cookie or something if you do?” she asked.

“Get back here you dick!” Alessia screamed, chasing after the small squirrel that had stolen her pastry from right under her nose. Stupid squirrel with his stupid little tail. “Ugh!” She grunted as the little fucker climbed the tree, his tail happily flicking up and down as he chattered down at her. “You’re gonna regret that.” She angrily responded as if it could understand her. Now though, she just looked less than stable, pointing an accusing finger up a tree where the squirrel sat contentedly, chewing on her croissant. It was in this moment, she noticed someone watching her. Sighing, she turned toward them, “Look, that dumbass squirrel stole my croissant from the coffeeshop. I wasn’t paying attention and he fucking took it from me!” 

Caprice’s nails traversed through her hair as she lifted her ponytail, extending it past her right shoulder. She suddenly caught herself engulfed with her reflection on the other side of the mirror that neighbored the elevator of the hotel she was currently in. She had been visiting a friend here and was preparing to leave. The elevator had already been called by the woman, so upon waiting for the doors to progress with opening, Caprice did initially decide to give a brief inspection of her appearance, but thoughts that trailed over from the prior night kept her there longer. Once the elevator opened, she snapped back and sashayed inside. Once she selected the lobby, she suddenly peered at an individual who was hastily making their way to the elevator. “Oop,” she uttered, as they practically jumped in, being successful with making it before the doors closed. “Almost missed it, these doors were not playing,” she said, chuckling slightly. 

Max approached the stranger at a bar. This is purely for research purposes. Employees have asked him this question so many times. People have asked him if he’s going to come out with a dating app as well. “Okay so random question. What are your thoughts about dating apps? Do you think that the market is too saturated? I personally believe that oversaturation is an excuse to not pursue what could be a great adventure.”

“ Listen baby, I’ve got like ten minutes before I go around stabbing people. Unless I have some coffee in my system.  And I really don’t want to stab you, you look sweet. Your coffee is on me if you let me ahead, I’ll even throw a pastry in with it, what do ya say sweetheart?”

The sun is shining. The birds are singing. The dealers who don’t give a crap at what the Zapata-Acostas would do to them are handing out free half oz baggies. Dom manages to score one before flipping the guy off as they try to promote whatever the fuck they’re selling. Dom would rather have his balls in tact, thank you very much, and buying from someone who’s probably giving him mostly stems based on a quick rub through the product is not one of his top things to do today. Besides, he’s more up the nose than down the lungs, you know? Save the environment and all that crap.

In his effort to lose the sales pitch, the man bumps into someone else as if life is giving him one big fuck you for going out on his day off. “I swear to God don’t you people know how to walk? You see a guy. You step aside. These are basic fucking skills, bro.”