Atlas James - Parody
@ItsAtlasJ
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The Man. The Myth. The Legend. Owner of an Exclusive bar. Live music, & zero attitude. If you know, you know. If you don’t, find the door. #RP
UK 🇬🇧
Joined December 2021
Bar Boss Mixing drinks like a pro. Feelings? Not on the menu… but good tips might get you a free stir. • RP • NSFW • Single ship
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Charli Garner 👻 I see dead people 👻 Ghost investigator 👻 I was the weird kid 👻 Loves music and food 👻 Friendly writer, not new to roleplay 👻 Not Ruby Rose 👻 MDNI 25+ 👻 Penned by #DarthPixy
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New year - Part 2 https://t.co/HwQ17O4HbZ
Music started low with deep bass lines and brushed drums, then built as the night deepened. At 10 p.m., the live band took the club stage: a three-piece outfit in modern fits, packed tight between speakers as bass thumped through the floor. Every hour on the hour, they paused >
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better. I stood behind the bar, wiping a glass that didn’t need wiping, watching the room I’d built become exactly what I’d always hoped: a place where people stepped out of their ordinary lives for a night and remembered how it felt to chase something thrilling together. >
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muffled through the thick walls but visible in flashes through the high transom windows. Inside The Vault, no one looked out. They were too busy toasting, laughing, trading stories about the clues they’d cracked or missed, already planning to come back next year to do it >
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hugging, glasses raised. I killed the blue lights and flooded the bar with warm gold. Confetti cannons (hidden in the rafters) showered metallic squares that looked like torn-up vault blueprints. The band launched into “Auld Lang Syne”. Outside, the city fireworks began, >
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door together, holding a scrap of paper between them. They spoke the combination, quiet, almost reverent. The crowd hushed. Click. The inner mechanism turned with a satisfying thunk. The bottle was theirs. Midnight hit. The room erupted in cheers, whistles, strangers >
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final five minutes in slow, swinging tempo. I stepped behind the bar, heart pounding the way it always did when a night I’d planned in for months finally unfolded in real time. 11:59. A woman in a sleek black dress and a man with a sleeve of tattoos approached the vault >
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was made that clear at the door. Laughter mixed with urgent whispers. Someone shouted a theory. Someone else shot it down. Drinks flowed faster. The suspended keys overhead caught the spotlight and threw fractured gold across every face. 11:55. The band counted down the >
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present the correct final combination at midnight would claim it. The combination would be revealed only through the night’s accumulated clues. The crowd leaned in. Strangers became partners. Notes were passed. Phones were used only for flashlight apps and no cheating. That >
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hit the massive open vault door at the back. Inside, on that velvet-lined table, sat the final prize: a single bottle of Dom Pérignon Vintage 2008, wrapped in gold foil, flanked by ten crystal flutes. The rules were simple and announced only once: the first person or team to >
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for “The Vault Report,” announcing how many keys had been claimed, which tables were closest to cracking the big vault, and dropping new riddles into the crowd. At 11:30, the energy shifted. The lights dimmed further, killing the regular music, and letting a single spotlight >
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Music started low with deep bass lines and brushed drums, then built as the night deepened. At 10 p.m., the live band took the club stage: a three-piece outfit in modern fits, packed tight between speakers as bass thumped through the floor. Every hour on the hour, they paused >
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What a night. 2026 went off with a bang. Don’t worry, you’ll find out how the night went. Happy new year!
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Evie Sinclaire. Bar worker and part-time model. OC || RP || MC Literate || Descriptive 21+ Experienced writer
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💥 BOMB Tech 💥 Girly Girl who just happens to be good at disarming Explosives 💥 Call sign Expo 1 💥 Head of the Bomb squad Unit 💥RP Account 💥 Sinful ~ writer tag 💥RTs appreciated
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New year https://t.co/IATx4gKwnZ
The last days of December always carried a quiet electricity through the streets outside The Vault, as if the city itself was holding its breath before the plunge into another year. Inside the bar, though, the air crackled with something sharper..anticipation, mischief, the >
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with 30-year balsamic. Or, if the rumours are believed to be true, one safe will contain an invitation to a secret after-hours party in the basement. A space that most people didn’t even know existed.
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