#hiraeth.starter

There was usually a morbid air that surrounded the viewing of the Trials, the constant questioning as to whether the participant would or wouldn't survive and the curiosity around their mental wellbeing if they did survive.

Maxie didn't care about the results. He had other things on his mind. Sat in the corner of The Alibi, enshrouded in a more subtle version of his signature red look, whiskey in one hand and cigarette in the other, mind swirling with tonics he'd taken, interupting his thought. All he wanted was to think. To think about himself. To think about everything Jean Moreau had said to him. It still sent that apprehensive tingle down his spine. He hated it.

The cigarette found its way back into Maxie's mouth, smoke swirling around tonic-clouded eyes and he pulled out a small pocket knife, carving MV into the table top over and over. MV. Maxie Valentine. If anyone approached, he was too in his head to notice. "He doesn't know shit...Maxie fuckin' Valentine..."

Sen giggled lightly, looking up at the sky through their fingers. White Rabbit made everything so pretty. They had taken today off from lab, having been working for nearly 2 straight days. There was a half eaten container of nachos on one side of them, quickly cooling in the outdoor air. "You know, I think that I should invent a tonic that lets you see shrimp colors."

Kol often came here, mostly for the hats and the playful banter that came with them. The sayings on them were always over-the-top, which he found hilarious. He wore his proudly (his had stating too complicated ) as he sat in a booth, waiting for his order. Leaning back, he smirked and looked around.

"It's pure comedy, seeing the nicknames they put on these hats, yeah?" he said to the people nearby.

Xiu stood outside the club, biting her lip in uncertainty. She could hear the singing even through the thick walls. With her ID she could get in, past the line, no questions asked. But...maybe she shouldn't. Turning abruptly away, Xiu ran directly into someone. "Sorry, sorry," she mumbled, bowing in apology. Don't notice her. Don't question her.

Jean did not take his eyes off the tablet in front of him as he read, casually taking a sip of his cappuccino. The low whispers were one thing, but the staring he would not tolerate. "Staring is quite rude," he pointed out, gaze still not moving. "I suggest you carry on with your day." An 'or else' lingered in the air.

Edgar had his entire attention devoted to the paper book in his hands, the notes in the margin making his heart race as he continued to walk quickly down the street. As he walked directly into someone, his entire face turned red as he lowered the book. "Oh my god I am so so sorry. I-I really should have been paying attention. Are you okay?"

where: Xcaliber Dome

who: Billie & open

Ciara liked coming to the bazaar for tech parts. They were usually cheap and the selection was the perfect level of random and niche that she needed. Was a lot of it chopped? Probably. But as long as the shit worked she didn't really care. She did care, however, that the person in front of her was taking so damn long, the equipment in her arms starting to get heavy. "Either buy your shit or fucking move over," she snapped.