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located in New York, a part of the last of the real ones, one of the many universes on RPG.

New York

The city of dreams and destruction.

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Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Lauren Clark Character Portrait: Simon Rizzo
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soren bowers.
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outfit. #4d5676.
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xxx I've been staying up all night
xxx Shaking needles out my spine
xxx But the doctor says I'm fine
xxx Feels good to be alive, but I hate my life

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lauren clark.
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outfit. #540000.
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xxx Honey, I rose up from the dead,
xxx I do it all the time
xxx I've got a list of names
xxx and yours is in red, underlined

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Soren turned to Simon as he grabbed his arm, holding him back. He glanced back at Lauren, realising that Simon was right, and nodded, turning back to Simon and shooting him a smile. “Thanks, man. You’re right. Hey, I better go… check on things in the kitchen. But we need a proper catch up at some point, yeah?” He said. Truth be told, he did genuinely want to catch up with Simon. But not right now. What he actually wanted was another drink, and something ideally stronger than a beer, and take the opportunity to calm down a little.

After a vodka and coke (or two) that was heavy on the vodka, and a chat with a few others that were in the kitchen, Soren finally felt a little bit calmer. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that Lauren was still probably out there, causing havoc as ever, but he’d put her from his mind for now. That was, until he stepped out into the main room again, and she was there. Almost as if she’d been waiting for him. Which, of course, she had. She wouldn’t miss the opportunity to play with one of her favourite toys.

“Soren, darling,” she purred, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into a hallway. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into his arm as she dragged him; a warning, it seemed, not to try anything. He allowed her to do so, if only because he didn’t want to make yet another scene. She released him once they were just in the hall; out of the direct eyeline of most, but it was still easy to spy on them if one wanted. She stood between him and his escape route, a deliberate positioning.

“I just wanted to talk to you properly,” she said, with a pout that might have been convincing, had he not seen her use it on far too many people over the course of their relationship to actually believe it. He folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.

“What have you got to say to me that you haven’t already said?” He asked. He honestly had no idea why she was even trying this. In the six years since they’d broken up, he’d heard far too many stories about her for her to ever stand a chance again. Hearing that she’d ditched Evie when she’d been hospitalised rang far too many familiar bells for Soren, and was proof that she hadn’t changed, and probably never would. She’d given him all of the lines when she’d shown up at various events and shows across the years, and he’d never fallen for any of them.

“I just wanted to have a proper conversation with you away from the crowds. Just us. I know we’ve had our issues in the past-” Soren arched his eyebrow even further at that. “- but I really just want to leave that all behind and move on.” If it was anyone else, maybe he would have heard her out. But he knew it was bullshit. She had always been good at faking sincerity. It was how she’d wrapped so many people, including him, around her finger. And now, he knew how to read her.

“Yeah, no, not happening. I heard about what happened with Evie-”
“Oh, you’re believing her lies? It was a panic attack, Soren, I was there. She’d just hyping it up into something that it wasn’t so you’ll all feel sorry for her. She probably all told you that I stopped texting her, after she was the one to cut meoff.” And there it was. The manipulation, the lying, the twisting of the story.
“- And I also haven’t developed amnesia in the past month and forgotten about that conversation in Vancouver, Lauren. You haven’t changed at all.”
“Well, maybe if you’d taken me up on that offer, we wouldn’t be here right now. Or… maybe we would, but we’d be doing something very different,” she said, taking a step closer and trailing her hand along the edge of his jacket. He took a step back.

“You should leave,” he said again, firmly. She laughed.
Yeah, no, not happening, she repeated, mocking him. “I don’t intend on going anywhere. In fact, I think I want to stick around for a while. A long while. And seeing as you’re so stuck in your ways, holding silly grudges and being completely unwilling to forgive and forget… I’ve got an offer for you. One final offer.” She tapped on her phone for a few seconds, before holding it out, showing that she still had the picture of his pills. “You know, it’s convenient that these aren’t in a prescription bottle. They look really suspicious, which of course, makes it very easy to spin this as just another burned out junkie rockstar who’s on the road to ODing as a nobody in some shitty motel bathroom. Especially when I’ve got these videos of you being super spacey in interviews and on stage and testaments about you popping pills all the time. But I can make this go away. I can delete the photos and it’ll all go away. All it takes…” she said, pressing herself against him again. “...is a second chance,” she whispered in his ear. He went to pull away, and she grabbed his arms so he couldn’t move, so he was held in position.

“Before you refuse this offer so thoughtlessly, I just want you to remember this. Do you really think the world will treat you so kindly when they know that your mother died of an overdose and clearly had a drug problem as well? Will they continue to believe your quirky airhead act?” She whispered. Her breath was hot against his skin, but that threat made his blood run cold. She kissed him on the cheek, and for a moment, for the briefest second, he wondered if he should do as she said. For the sake of his career, and the life he’d worked so hard to create. And then he came to his senses and pulled away from her, hard enough that he stumbled back and almost fell over his own feet.

“No,” he said. “Go ahead. Post those photos. I don’t care. Nothing is worth that second chance,” he said. For a moment, she actually looked genuinely shocked. He took that moment to brush past her.
“You’re going to regret this,” she said, catching his wrist as he did so. He didn’t even answer her, just pulled his arm away and kept walking. There was a horrible moment when he thought that she would follow, that she would start making public announcements of his secrets, but nothing seemed to happen, and he rejoined the party, wanting to try and forget the conversation had ever happened.