#d0llchip

A DANGEROUS GAME ── from where he sat on the safety rail overlooking the waters surface trace would lean back ever so slightly only to right himself once more, a one-man teeter totter managing to entertain himself over and over again with only the momentum from his own body and the promised risk of plunging into the filthy depths below if the smallest of mistakes were to be made.

one such mistake could easily have been losing his balanced due to laughter, and while evelyn did manage to make him chuckle with a characteristically out of the blue statement, core muscles activated right on time and saved all of night city from witnessing his soggy ( and embarrassing ) death.

scoot over, i'm not letting you sleep alone. @d0llchip

there's a pathetic sniff, the heels of her palms moving to wipe away tears that had so quickly filled up her large eyes. bambi had prepared a whole defense, some whole thing about how she was fine and just wanted to be alone even though it was a bold faced lie. curled up in her bed, a half melted pint of ice cream on her side table and a pile of crumpled up, tear filled tissues -- she looked... pathetic. and as her mouth opened to shoo her dearest friend, a small sob left instead. bottom lip quivering, if she didn't look so SAD it might even be funny.

"i thought he was different, evie!" she finally burst out, bringing her knees up to her chest so that she could rest her chin atop them. "he said he LOVED me!" and she was stupid enough to believe it, naive enough to feed into the latest guys' lies and tales. a hopeless romantic... sometimes she just got caught up in the heat of the moments. and he had been so handsome and kind -- until he wasn't. until it was all a lie. until she realized he didn't love her at all.

        GASOLINE & ASPHALT, the smell of desperation for anything more than what was given, neon painting the backdrop. Everyone is there, the sleek Avant Garde buildings of Corpo Plaza tower over them, teammates, solo riders, souls that wish to show off their expensive rides - they’re all gathered. Underground zines, fans of particular riders, nothing changes. In the middle of it all, the usual polished PR representative wears another skin.

      A metal flask, worn, used a thousand times carrying a concotion that tasted too bitter, herbal. It swells within his stomach as he laughs perfectly on cue to play up an image of anything but the ruthless yet suave face of Militech’s new golden era. Crushed velvet suits in hues of dark merlot or striking blue, smoky liner & a grin too wicked with a devilishly nonchalant air. When the public questioned this new approach, he was the one to assure them, gone are the days of bravado & masculanity that allied itself with dominance. In this new reign, the striking confidence that moved with precision & charisma held enough power.

     His attention is on another rider, exchanging pleasantries in native tongues, speaking too fast with a timbre that was molten. That was until his interest was piqued, cute, the wave that was overly joyous & sweet, though she looked like a soul that could feed him back his heart as he asked for more. In one fluid motion, he moves to shrug the old leather jacket back on, the striking contrast of matte white chrome against all black. “Taking it you’re not here to race” of course not, anyone who was partial to such ventures was either hitting full psychosis, had nothing to lose, or just another gonk high on the delusion of cheap eddies & easy glory.

[ BLANKET ] @d0llchip

sat on the edge of the bed, legs pressed together tightly in the effort to keep her knee from bouncing which bambi KNEW would create the most irritating sound of her high heel tap tap tap tapping incessantly against the floor. but she couldn't stop the shake of her hand, hard as she tried, as she lit up her cigarette and breathed it in so deeply that she thought she might suffocate. hoped. PRAYED to.

"i didn't MEAN to --" words spoken the moment she felt the warmth of the blanket on her shoulders, the smell of nicotine and something so uniquely evelyn hitting her nostrils and giving her just a small amount of peace. she was covered in blood, sternum to the middle of her thighs. not hers, fuck no. but... eyes flickered down to the man that lay on the floor of her room. "fuck, woodman's gonna kill me..." she stood then, letting the blanket fall on the mattress as she began frantically pacing.

" half of that is probably true. " head to toe ( and back again ) cyber-optics would devour the sight before him ; a literal bright spot in an otherwise dull environment, even without speaking she would have caught his eye ─── which, surely, was the entire point. after all : people didn't adorn themselves in sparkles, synth leather, and fur in the hopes of going UNnoticed.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other: there's definitely something there with wolfgang helping ev, wolfgang possibly working with the moxes, etc.

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is my muse's ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is your muse's ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  high school sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muse's side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muse's side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your muse  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to your muse  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under my muse's wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under your muse's wing  /  other

" have a seat. " an offer easier put forth than it was to follow, as the room which rogue ushered the younger woman into wasn't exactly primed for receiving guests, with seating options few and far between and discarded clothes laying across more than a few of the alleged chairs ── though this did nothing at all to take away from rogue's control of her surroundings. it may have been an area which most club visitors would never lay eyes on, but her office was still part of the club, and thus it was still her domaine ; a fact which, judging by energy and stance, she hadn't for even a moment forgotten.

polished silver and the remnants of jet black, as cascading strands were tossed from one shoulder to the other rogue would do little more than to fix the other with expectant gaze, the ghost of a smile paying across her lips. it was always interesting when those she knew came to her for professional needs. more often than not those in her circle would make a throwaway comment and just like that their problem would be dealt with, the perks of knowing a fixer, etc, etc. but to make an appointment, to show up just like any other client? well, if evelyn was going for intrigue rogue had taken the bait, and was growing more curious by the second.