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@marythebowder
Who: anyone.
Where: Outside the hospital.
Mary had a long day and was now standing outside the hospital, taking a cigarette break when she felt someone approching, her eyes immediately rolling in her head, after dealing with people inside she had hoped no one would pest her outside, but since it was the only place she could smoke, she looked at the person and faked a smile, she had grown up perfecting the perfect fake smile. " hey." Mary said.
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{ kristen stewart, she/her , thirty five years old} - deep in the fog drenched town of black hollow, lives someone by the name of MARY BOWDER, the THIRTY FIVE year old who works as SURGEON. they have been in town for FIVE YEARS and there is whispers that SHE can be MANIPULATIVE but also very POSITIVE. they kind of remind us of foggy mornings, the smell of the air after it rains and masquerades { alexa, 34, GMT, she/her + pregnancy + miscarriage}
coastal ridge hospital | like hours after the masquerade violence | @xxmegwhitexx
the hospital feels too bright for the hour. the lights washing everything in a sterile glare that does nothing to hide the blood being tracked in or the tension sitting heavy in the air, and zahir moves through it like he belongs there, badge already out, voice low but steady as he stops a nurse mid-stride. “detective zahir cole, rift valley pd. what’s the status on the victims from the hotel?” he listens, nodding once, filing away what matters and discarding what doesn’t, eyes already scanning past her for movement, for staff, for anything that looks like someone in charge. the masquerade has turned into a spillover of chaos. stab wounds, statements, arrests. it’s stacking neatly on top of a case that was already unraveling too fast. miles logan dead, josephina santoro found barely holding onto herself, and now this. he exhales through his nose, grounding himself, then steps up to the front desk, posture composed but carrying that quiet authority that makes people listen without him needing to raise his voice. “i need to speak with doctor white,” he says, tone even, controlled. a beat, then sharper, more direct, “can you have doctor white come to the front desk?”
Meg had donned her scrubs, she knew she was going to be in them for a long time, her makeup still intact from the party, something she was quite proud actually. After running from room to room with people who had small lacerations, bumps and bruises, concussions from fleeing the party, Meg was feeling like a firefighter, snuffing a lot of fires she barely heard her name being call through the speakers. Once she heard it, she almost ran to the front desk where she found detective zahir, she knew he would want information, information she probably didn't have at the time since she was looking at faces, not names. " Right here, thanks Mary." she said towards the woman at the desk. " Detective, what can I do for you? You're kinda wasting precious time."
hospital | a few days after the plot drop | @xxmegwhitexx
antonio moved through the hospital with the same quiet authority he carried everywhere else, suit still immaculate despite the day he’s had. between the ongoing investigation into his sister’s kidnapping, the murder complicating an already unstable situation, and now one of his own laid up in this very hospital. his time had been divided in ways he didn’t particularly enjoy, but this, at least, was something he could resolve cleanly. his gaze swept the reception area briefly before settling on the nearest staff member, offering a polite, measured smile that softened nothing of his presence. “good evening,” he said smoothly, voice calm, controlled. “i’m looking to take care of an outstanding balance for a patient currently admitted.” a slight pause, his tone remaining courteous but purposeful. “would you be able to point me toward billing or collections?” his fingers adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as he waited, unhurried, though there was a quiet expectation in the way he stood there. that this would be handled, and handled efficiently.
Meg was just filling out some paperwork, after the last few days, the hospital had been as busy as it could've been, people coming in and out, a lot of police coming in and out especially after everything that had happened on the party she had been to. Listening to the man talking and asking about a patient Meg decided to jump in on the questionnaire. " I'm sure I can help, are you related to the patient?" she rose a brow as she put the papers down.
"wanna know something?" romy started up again, chin tilting like she was about to inform the other of something secretive. the only tell that perhaps she wasn't was the continued droll that fueled her words. "i almost called up a friend in a costume department at a local theatre to raid their wardrobe." her shoulders rose in a brief, bouncy shrug. "to be fair, i'd wager most people's closets aren't outfitted for a masquerade. even if a look around here says otherwise."
on second thought, maybe the mafiosos in attendance had been long prepared. she always imagined them in that old hollywood way, wardrobes packed with endless boxy suits, thirties dresses, standout hats, leather gloves...
" I would definitely help you with that, costumes in theater are soooo beautiful, so it would be a really great experience." Meg said with a bright and excited smile. " This masquerade kinda proves you're wrong, have you seen some of the ballgowns...straight out of Bridgerton." she chuckled as she looked around, everyone looked something out of a fairytale, present person included.
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CJ was doing some walking around to meet people for the first time and also to see who see knew from this event make her rounds this ball was not bad as she thought it was going to be but CJ need a drink. making her way over to the bar she sees someone giving them a smile and would say something to her. "Hey there."
Mwg smiled as she heard a voice coming from her left side, even though it was a place filled with people and loud music at times, she was standing in a very good and strategic place, one of the few good things she had learned from her exes, her back was protected and she was well aware of her surroundings at all times. Smiling at the brunette girl coming towards her, she replied back. " Hi, how are you?" Meg asked, her accent still thick even though she hadn't lived in Scotland for well over ten years.
there was something in the way the other looked towards romy, like a piece of glass splintering out of place. the blonde hadn't noticed it before—hadn't really paid any mind to observe before speaking—but she must've been focused on something, someone. to be fair, there was no shortage of things to track tonight, news headlines and gossip flying from tongues like startled birds. it did surprise her in the couple seconds she took to look at the brunette now, that no one was trying to capture her attention with such talk. a beautiful, dark haired woman standing alone? like bait to fish, typically.
"sorry," romy chuckled, free hand raising in a sort of i'm innocent fashion, "i was just complimenting your dress. lots of flashy stuff waltzing around tonight, but you look really good." romy, herself, had opted for all black. even her mask was more of a sheer black ribbon tied over her eyes. felt fitting.
she watched as the blond girl made her way towards her, she had a way about her, a confidence that meg only had in her work clothes, right now she felt too exposed, almost as if she was naked. She envy that about women around her, they were all too comfortable, or at least they didn't show it as Meg did. " You're good. " She smiled. " Thankfully it was all I had in my closet, it was this or having to raid one of my friends closet and I'm afraid it would've been a different story. But you look really good yourself." Meg said with a smile, drink in hand.
The event was booked for the ballroom, and he didn't want to make an appearance. Marcus was aware it would be noted if he failed to show his face. He tried to make it a point to stop in to most events even if only for a few minutes. It wasn't his style. It felt too gaudy for his tastes, or maybe it was the nature of the evening after the news that morning. He moved through the crowd silently and made his way toward the bar. As he waited for a break in the crowd around it, he looked to his right and saw a woman leaning against a column. "Enjoying your night?"
Meg looked to her right when she heard someone talking to her, with all the masks Meg was a bit confused to who the person was, but replied anyways. Her sense for danger was always off anyways. " I am, actually. I've had worst nights." She said with a shrug. "What about you? Lurking in the shadows, huh?" Meg teased.
@xxmegwhitexx
location: hospital
day after the masquerade
The press conference had been controlled from start to finish, exactly as Asena intended, the District Attorney’s office setting the tone before the media could twist it into something louder than the truth. She stood at the podium just outside the hospital wing with calm authority, answering questions, offering enough transparency to satisfy the public without compromising the investigation. When it was over, she stepped away without lingering, the noise of reporters fading behind her as she moved deeper into the hospital halls, her heels quieter against the tile. Spotting Dr. White, she approached with a polite smile, her posture easing just slightly now that she was no longer performing for cameras. “Doctor,” she greeted, her tone warm but still composed. “I appreciate you taking a moment.” Her gaze flicked briefly toward the direction of the trauma rooms before returning. “How are they?” she asked, simple but direct. “The ones brought in.” A small pause, her expression softening just enough to show that this question wasn’t purely procedural. “I’ve read the reports, but they tend to leave out the human part.” She folded her hands lightly in front of her. “Are they stable?”
Meg had rushed in from the party, taking off all her clothes and shoes and changing into scrubs and crocs for the night ahead, which was going to be long. The whole way over to the hospital had been insane, cop cars, ambulances and a media frenzy. Only upon arrival had she known what had happened. After a while, meg had gotten a break, it was early hours still for some of the worst patients admitted into the hospital so when Asena came to her and asked about the people coming in Meg was being truthful. " It's still a bit early to say it, some are but others are critical, not going to mention any names, but it's going to be a busy night." She said, checking patients logs on the little tablet she was carrying with her. " Are you okay, has anyone said what happened? Who did this? I left the party running…."
Megara White's outfit for the Masquerade.
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Status: Open to anyone ( Capping at 3) @thefaultstarters
Where: Random part of the ballroom
Meg was leaning on a column near the bar, wearing her mask and gown, it was a rarity being at a party, let alone in a full gown, mask, makeup and heels. She had the day off and decided why not go and see what the world had to offer, since much of what she would see were mangled limbs, blood and all those pretty things. Not really paying attention to her surroundings, Meg was just people watching as someone came by her and started talking to her, making her snap her attention from her favorite pastime.
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with: @xxmegwhitexx
The way the forth month of the year was rolling in and it had only taken two months for Nico to heavily book his presence overseas this year was a record in itself. It wasn't necessarily tied to business but more to do with the entity attempting to place New York in a chokehold - one that he refused to be a participant in, for it did not matter who 'they' thought held all the strings, the rules would always be different when you controlled your own narrative and to fuck with how that was perceived.
His focus right now, however, was coffee. His thought here was to grab himself and Celestina one before he went to see her - there was an inkling of his eyes being set on a blueberry crumble slice, a silent notion as he headed towards the doors of the coffee shop. His entry point being (apparently) timed at the same point as another - a woman Nico recognised as the DA, even despite never holding a conversation with her, he simply made it his business to know everybody that worked for the government. An organisation he would burn the fuck down in the blink of an eye. Still, he held the door open for her, "After you."
Meg was late to work, something that didn't happen that often, maybe once a year, and that day was today. Still trying to check herself as she walked on the street, she felt her head a million miles away and racing at the same time, the reason? She didn't even knew it and at the same time, she had an inkling but she didn't wanted to say it out loud. Megara was so out of it that she didn't even noticed Nico opening the door for her, all she wanted was coffee to go and a blueberry crumble slice. After ordering and paying it for it, she came to her senses and turned around to apologize. " I'm so sorry!! I'm not usually like this... I can totally pay for your coffee as a peace offering." she smiled.
the dismissal of the hope case and the grayson case in one swoop had really done a number on him mentally , was that really it ? it didn't seem right for a councilmen , especially a hope , to do that to grayson. sure , grayson could be a bit of a dick , even he had thought about punching him more than once but there was control. at the end of the day , grayson cared about the city just like he did and wanted to do right by it. there was an abuse of power somewhere he just didn't know where to look. " you look awfully relaxed , " he mused looking at megara sitting in her office , having brought some paperwork for an unrelated case to another one of her collegues.
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Meg was just wrapping a few things after finishing a voice call with her brother, she was just sitting in her office , looking out of the window when Grayson stepped inside her office. She didn't work with him on a daily basis, but she knew who he was. " You know? I do and I am for a change... My workload is nearly gone, the city has been good to me, it seems. I need a vacation, though. How are you?" she asked, musing him to sit.
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FRIENDS (1994 - 2004) Season 1 | Episode 9
