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[Doubt]

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adelaide carter - with: mason - tags: na - attire: xxx - mood: anxious


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"just do it adelaide!" mason hissed towards the brown female behind her phone. adelaide nervously played with her fingers as the


pair of friends sat in a private booth, mason had his classic cheeky smirk formed on his lips while he continued adelaide's live stream


on her phone. "you're loosing watchers!" he whined once more as he gave adelaide a pout and dopey puppy eyes. adelaide couldn't


help herself but groan in rebellion, she needed the money but she didn't wanted to do it like this. she slowly climbed out of the booth


with butterflies flying in her stomach, the feeling of anxiety and adrenaline rushed through her veins, causing the hair on her arms to


stand up. her eyes darted left to right as she looked for the perfect target. 


it was a young man reading a harry potter book with messy brown hair and dark skin. adelaide bit her lip as she raced towards him,


sliding into the seat next to him. she slipped her glasses off the arch of her nose and shoved them into her jacket's pocket. "can i


help you?" the man asked with a puzzled look. before adelaide could answer, she pressed her large lips against the stranger's lips.


she squeezed her eyes closed before mason cheered with excitement. adelaide quickly stood up away from the man, profusely 


apologizing for her behavior before rushing off the mason. she caught her blonde male friend dancing around with her phone as


'$100' lit up her phone screen in bright green. a small smile curled on her lips as she joined her friend. "what's next?" adelaide 


asked mason with a raised brow. quickly snatching her phone away from him. soon, a notification popped up on adelaide's phone,


'drive to washington square fountain 15:00 minutes'

 

[Doubt]

// NERVE //
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'DRIVE TO WASHINGTON SQUARE FOUNTAIN'
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15 MINUTES 
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@Couldyoustfu @octahate @Syzygy @juvia @jills @Lava @Zemfro @Lutalica @Pine

 

[Zemfro]

Del was on his way home from visiting a friend when his phone vibrated, "Oh fuck me." He knew it was something bad, recently he had been fried from a job at a grocery store for not staying awake and it just so happens that a few food items were missing when he left, so now he was just waiting until the call came in, such as now. He stepped off his skateboard and took a seat on a bench nearby. "Fuck you Miranda...this is all your fault." he says aloud. He knew he was lying to himself. It was his fault for trying to get into a serious relationship, not even his parents wanted to speak to him for stealing his family's money. The worst thing is that he can still see the image of that asshole being with her. Made his blood boil even now, two months later.

Shaking his head to bring himself back to the present day he looks down at his phone and was relieved that it wasn't from his old boss. Rather that new app he heard about. "Drive to Washington Square?" He looks at his board and nods, "Easy." He stands up again and lays down his board and begins to head towards Washington Square, if he did his math right, and he compensated for traffic, he should be there around the 9 minute mark. He huffed, "I'm at rock bottom and I can only go up from here. What could go wrong?" 

 

[Lava]

Dean
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Dean was sweaty and covered in sawdust, as was per usual for a weekday morning. The Gunner's music was blaring through his headphones as he polished off a rocking chair he was making for a large feature film next week. He had to get this done pretty soon or his boss would cop shit, but when his phone made that familiar beeping sound she dropped what he was doing to check it. Looking at the instruction on his app he chewed on his lip a bit. He was already in danger of losing his job, but he knew he had to leave now if he were to make it to that location on time. "Fuck..." Dean said loudly, his Australian accent still clear after all these years "Shit... fuck!" No, he committed to this, he had to do it.
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Quickly dean packed his shit up and put the almost finished bit of furniture away in the corner before opening up the metal garage door to the workshop and quickly walking out into the reserved car park. His motorbike was parked in all it's glory in his own reserved space. Dean chucked his black helmet on and started 'er up. He loved the feeling of riding, but he missed the Australian countryside whizzing by. He even missed the built up ride to take back in the day. That familiar butterflies entered her stomach, churning it up as he got ready to face the watchers again. What would he have to do this time? Hopefully nothing too risky. 
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[jills]

After a long day, you deserved to go out, right? Jeanne was taking shots with her friends when she got the alert. She grumbled, but downed her last shot in record time. She grabbed her purse, and swiftly apologized to her friends. She kissed her best friend Maddie's cheeks, before walking away. Nervously, she checked her phone again, shaking a bit. "Washington Square Fountian, Washington Square Fountain." She repeated in her brain.


She made it to her car, and popped in. She entered to address into the GPS, and proceeded to make her way. Jeanne had considered backing out twice now, after hearing about some kid dying. But no one would dare her to do that, right? She made a quick right, and turned on her favorite musician. Melanie Martinez. By jamming out, she lost all her nerves. As she pulled up to Washington Square Garden, she took a reassuring deep breath. This couldn't be so bad, right?

 

[Couldyoustfu]

 
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Hugo held his swollen jaw with a glare, his eyes piercing the phone's screen.
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Not even the bright green light of "400$" made him feel any better.
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Get into a fight with a stranger, he wondered who was the twisted idiot that had thought about it.
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Complimenting a random large man's girlfriend had seemed a great idea to obtain his goal, but now Hugo's face was protesting.
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"Great." 
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The blonde moved swiftly through the thick new york's town, entering the first coffee shop he spotted.
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He had just finished paying when his phone buzzed again, making him almost look his grip on the cup.
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"Oh, no."
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Drive to Washington Square Fountain
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Washington Square
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Fifteen minutes
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From where Hugo currently was, and with the classic traffic of the city, it would take him about thirty minutes to get there.
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With a frustrated growl Hugo took as much as he could of his beverage, throwing what was left in the nearest garbage can, and then started running.
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A taxi would never make it, but nor would he on feet.
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Hugo pulled on his dark glasses, covered whatever was visible of his tattoos and moved toward a couple of cyclists, most likely tourists, who were taking pictures.
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[SIZE= 12px]With a  slight tremble in his hand, indicating his nervousness, Hugo snatched one of the bikes and cycled as fast as he could.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]When an "Hey!" of surprise, he supposed from the tourists, reached his ears Hugo was too far to get caught.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]Paranoia invaded his senses, what if they were following? Called the police on him? Were they behind him?[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]This made Hugo turn his head more than a few times, a passing car honking at the blonde as he almost bumped into it.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]His chest heaved with both adrenaline and fatigue, but as soon as he reached Washington Square the young man threw the cycle to the side and opened his jacket, stuffing his glasses in his pocket.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]That will do.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]He thought, he hoped.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]A glance on his phone made him know that he'd made it, and with a sigh of relief Hugo sat on the first available spot, waiting for whatever would be coming.[/SIZE]
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[Lutalica]

 



| Hero Bennett |

| Mood: Uneasy | Attire : x | Tags: N/A |


Her hand instinctively grazed the right of her hip, a faint tinge spreading just beyond what she could touch. As if the damn thing didn't weight on her before, it surely put on a few pounds when the girl got up the courage to walk out of the house under her phone's will. The reflection in the window looked nothing like her anymore anyways, but that was why she was playing the ridiculous game. No one benefited from her actions other than herself ; however, that line just seemed hazier with each dare.


Hero walked away from the department store's window with an unsettling twist in her stomach, but her reflection only played a small part in the feeling. Within the store, not even five feet away from the jewelry stand, a girl was officially an unknown shoplifter, and it made Hero's original remark seem all the more reasonable. Morality had nothing to do with Nerve; at least, not anymore.


Admitting that her actions were out of pride or vainglory would be a step in the opposite direction. The black-haired female wasn't playing because she wanted to prove to others she could do something more, it was to herself, and that alone seemed like the proper divide between either trait. Hero bit the inside of her cheek in thought as dollar signs bounced from one end of her phone to the next. The money wasn't what she cared for, but that didn't mean she wouldn't use it for her family when all of this was over -- that is, if it would even end in her favor. If she died playing, then maybe it was just a sign there was nothing left for her. Nevertheless, a weight would be lifted off of her dear shoulders.


That was when the tech in her clenched hand dinged  like it always did. That bell wasn't anyone's salvation other than her own. Skeptically looking down, her green eyes read the five words, giving hardly a glance at the respective time just below them, and moved with a purpose; the only thing she had left to hang onto, yet followed blindly. Purpose.


Regardless, the bicycle she rode was no match for overcoming what leftover uneasiness still crept within.


 

 

[dva]

jack
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"drive to washington square fountain"
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[SIZE= 11px]15 minutes? make it 10. hell, make it 5. a grin crept onto his face as he shut down his computer and grabbed his car keys. the sound of the notification always sent a dose of excitement in his veins, and what could he say, addiction runs in the family. [/SIZE][SIZE= 11px]he gave a brief goodbye to his father as he barreled out of the house. like a dog running to his owner, he reached his car, his baby, and started the engine. this was no time for seatbelts; the eager purr of the car grew louder as he backed out of the driveway. the street was quite wide, as they lived in the higher class district. part of jack wondered if the street was paved for people like him as he clumsily straightened out to begin to leave the neighborhood.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]jack was the beginning of a legend on this platform. he did the craziest shit for people he didn't know the names of. he had kissed strangers, drawn on his father's face, "trimmed" the neighbor's poodle's hairdo, served his mother a trifle with pork instead of jam, dressed up as a store's employee and, quite successfully, played businessman and sold an older couple a book about sex positions ... he was wild. he had to turn down only a few regarding dropping acid and vodka, but he was referred to as fearless, and in some occasions, "daddy."[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 11px]with what one could call skill, and another could call luck, jack managed to swiftly parallel park just across the street from washington square. he checked his phone. it had been seven minutes. too slow! he turned his keys to let his precious chunk of beautiful metal sleep, and then opened the door to exit the car. he swung it shut and the vehicle gave a beep in response, sounding it's lock, and he jaywalked across the street to reach the sidewalk. once he stepped to the fountain and proved his location, he sat on the ridge of it and held his locked phone in his hands, waiting for the watcher to control the fate of the rest of his day.[/SIZE]
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[octahate]

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jayme ran her long fingernails along the edge of her desk, her cell phone tucked between her


shoulder and her ear and her other hand on the mouse to her computer. the droning sound of


the absent ringing on the other line invaded her ear, filling her with a familiar feeling of utter


sadness. she let the phone fall from her shoulder to the floor, not caring what happened to it.


every night for as long as she could recall, she'd been calling as many numbers as she could


find that may or may not be linked to her brother joseph, but with no avail. with her phone on the


floor, she continued scrolling through more and more web pages--searching his name, his old


phone number, her parents' address, her parents' names--but she could never find anything


that might link to him.


she slammed her laptop shut, trying to fight back the burning tears that she knew were coming.


they came every night. every time she thought of joseph and how they hadn't talked in over two


years. jayme crossed her small studio apartment from the corner with her desk to the opposite


corner, the one with the shitty futon she'd gotten as a gift from cyryl and celestyn when she moved


out of tamary's apartment. since then, tamary had lost her job and decided to move back in with


jayme. they had weekly rotations for who was sleeping on the queen-sized bed and who was


sleeping on the futon. it was jayme's week for the futon, but tamary won't mind if she sleeps


on the bed for just one night, right? after all, tamary had left early that morning and hadn't called


or texted jayme all day. who knows where she could be?


the bed seemed to be calling jayme's name and she wiped the last of her tears away as she


groggily walked over to it, falling backwards onto the fluffy mattress and letting the


pillows engulf her. not but about five minutes later, she heard her phone buzzing on the floor. she flew up


off the bed, waking from her almost sleepy state, thinking maybe this is it--maybe joseph


finally called back. 


"tak, tak, tak," she chanted under her breath as she kneeled down to retrieve her


cell phone. it meant 'yes' in polish, her native tongue. her heart sunk when she picked up the


device and noticed it wasn't a call. she covered her eyes for a minute, fighting back even more tears,


tears of defeat. when she was ready, she looked back at the phone screen.


"DRIVE TO WASHINGTON SQUARE FOUNTAIN. 15 MINUTES."


"gówno," she whispered to herself. tamaya had taken the car that morning. "w porządku."


she grabbed her purse and keys and flew out the door, practically tumbling all the way down


the stairs leading to the parking lot from her third story apartment. if she was going to make it


in fifteen minutes she needed to get there fast, which meant she needed to catch a cab, and


she needed to catch it now. luckily, the airport wasn't far from her apartment complex, meaning


the streets were swarmed with taxis. in only five minutes, she was sitting in the back seat of


a cab, peeling away from the curb at record speed, just like she instructed the driver to do.
 

 

[eclipsa]

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julianne - @j-cap-ulet


outfit: x x


mood: nervous (that's a pun)


song: x


mentions: jack


tags: @juvia

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In truth, she was an idiot for playing the damned game. It was dangerous, and stupid. She knew that. She knew that she could die, and she knew that she wasn't even a player, if she was being honest. Julianne was a watcher, she knew that. Yet, when she felt the vibration of the phone tucked into the waistband of her skirt she pulled it out in a hurry.


Easy enough. She let a little smile escape her lips as she found her way through her dorm, pulling her thigh high boots on along the way. "Don't wait up," she called to her roommate before closing the door behind herself. "Okay Jules, let's do this."


After everything that had happened it was no surprise that she wanted some excitement. A break from herself. And so came J Capulet, an alter ego almost. Someone who didn't mind to go out and get her hands dirty. To have fun.


It was a half mile walk from her house to the fountain, a twelve minute walk. It'd be faster on her bike, had it not been stolen three weeks ago. She let out a sigh and made her slow way towards the fountain, and upon getting there recorded herself blowing a kiss at the camera. She had three minutes to spare.


"What's next watchers? Let's have some fun." She'd been playing for all of two days, it was no surprise she didn't have a ton of watchers, but those she did have were very faithful. Though, they could be pretty douchey in the comment section sometimes.

 
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