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♕ Quinn Faraday ♕
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Quinn's blood pumped as she shifted gears bringing forth a roar of her '67 Ford Mustang, it's black pearly coat shone brightly under the glaring of the sun. Her foot slowly pressing down on the gas little by little picking up her speed a wild grin on her face as her heart raced, adrenaline pumping through her. She glanced down at the needle and laughed aloud as it hit ninety yearning to go just a bit faster, but she knew she was soon to approach her turn. Like every year Quinn had almost always missed the turn on to the dirt road due to long out stretched road that lay before her almost begging for her to speed on.
The warm wind whipped her hair about, a smile turned up the corners of her rose colored lips, she loved this time of year; the weather was fantastic and it was always nice to have a short break from the city and bustling of people of which she dealt with on a daily basis. While she basked in her heart warming memories she most definitely passed the trees, rocks and that misshapen wooden fence--of which never seemed to get any repairs--as well as the dirt road. It took a couple minutes for her to register her oh so familiar surroundings that said she had gone too far again. Swearing under her breath Quinn let up on the gas pedal and almost slammed on her brakes while she yanked on the steering wheel making a u-turn of sorts. With the speed she was going her precious car almost flew off into a tumble which sent her heart pounding and she let out a satisfied whoop ending in laughter.
Despite having almost wrecked she brought her beauty back up to speed and drifted onto the dirt road, dust flying every which way creating a cloud around her. Her reckless driving was something she was proud of despite the danger that faced her on a daily basis, but what would have been the point of getting this car and fixing it up if she didn't want to go fast? Quinn had been in a couple car accidents but usually escaped with only a few bumps and bruises nothing serious enough to stop her dare devil ways. Rocks and dirt continued to fly as she flew down the dirt road. The old gate finally showed and Quinn noted that it was indeed unlocked therefore someone was here ahead of her, most likely Tim but it could be Tristan, Ava, Sophie, or Storm. Quinn inhaled sharply biting her lip when her thoughts fixated on Storm and then Ava. What if he had arrived before her and Ava was subject to him and his evil ways? What if he made her cry?! "No way am I going to let that guy get to her!" she shouted slamming her hands against her steering wheel.
Wrapped up in her thoughts of rage Quinn almost didn't notice the old red truck that was very quickly approaching her view. Car accidents seemed to always be looming over and her reckless ways of driving, thus to protect what looked to be another one of Tim's old excuse of a truck she pulled on her steering wheel just barely squeezing in between him and the forest trees that lined the dirt road. In passing she gave a quick glance at him a wide grin spread across her lips, which in turn ended in a large smile when she set her sights on Ava. The car slid as she stomped on her brakes stopping just a few feet away from the lovely woman in front of her. Climbing out of her car Quinn threw herself at her best friend, whom she gladly could call her sister. Quinn wasn't as much of a fashionista as her beloved friend, she just wore simple things like a black tank under her vest, a pair of grey jean shorts along with her Steve Maddens. Her combat boots were the only things she ever spent any real money on but they've lasted her a good long while and the creases in the leather showed the love they received.
The warm wind whipped her hair about, a smile turned up the corners of her rose colored lips, she loved this time of year; the weather was fantastic and it was always nice to have a short break from the city and bustling of people of which she dealt with on a daily basis. While she basked in her heart warming memories she most definitely passed the trees, rocks and that misshapen wooden fence--of which never seemed to get any repairs--as well as the dirt road. It took a couple minutes for her to register her oh so familiar surroundings that said she had gone too far again. Swearing under her breath Quinn let up on the gas pedal and almost slammed on her brakes while she yanked on the steering wheel making a u-turn of sorts. With the speed she was going her precious car almost flew off into a tumble which sent her heart pounding and she let out a satisfied whoop ending in laughter.
Despite having almost wrecked she brought her beauty back up to speed and drifted onto the dirt road, dust flying every which way creating a cloud around her. Her reckless driving was something she was proud of despite the danger that faced her on a daily basis, but what would have been the point of getting this car and fixing it up if she didn't want to go fast? Quinn had been in a couple car accidents but usually escaped with only a few bumps and bruises nothing serious enough to stop her dare devil ways. Rocks and dirt continued to fly as she flew down the dirt road. The old gate finally showed and Quinn noted that it was indeed unlocked therefore someone was here ahead of her, most likely Tim but it could be Tristan, Ava, Sophie, or Storm. Quinn inhaled sharply biting her lip when her thoughts fixated on Storm and then Ava. What if he had arrived before her and Ava was subject to him and his evil ways? What if he made her cry?! "No way am I going to let that guy get to her!" she shouted slamming her hands against her steering wheel.
Wrapped up in her thoughts of rage Quinn almost didn't notice the old red truck that was very quickly approaching her view. Car accidents seemed to always be looming over and her reckless ways of driving, thus to protect what looked to be another one of Tim's old excuse of a truck she pulled on her steering wheel just barely squeezing in between him and the forest trees that lined the dirt road. In passing she gave a quick glance at him a wide grin spread across her lips, which in turn ended in a large smile when she set her sights on Ava. The car slid as she stomped on her brakes stopping just a few feet away from the lovely woman in front of her. Climbing out of her car Quinn threw herself at her best friend, whom she gladly could call her sister. Quinn wasn't as much of a fashionista as her beloved friend, she just wore simple things like a black tank under her vest, a pair of grey jean shorts along with her Steve Maddens. Her combat boots were the only things she ever spent any real money on but they've lasted her a good long while and the creases in the leather showed the love they received.
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Mud, Quinn never really minded it and it didn't gross her out until she saw her baby get covered in it, some of it landing on herself. Rage, yes she was filled with it now and was about to turn and unleash hell against their oh so very late friend Alec when she had heard the faint sound of vibrations. That sound was familiar enough to her that she had forgotten about everything else racing over to Sophie's jacket tearing out her phone from the pocket. Taking a peek at her phone she saw five missed calls and thirteen new texts on the screen all from the usual suspect. A frown creased down her lips her mood dropping to an unsatisfactory level, mud slowly dripped from her hand landing on the ground. The muffled sound of it hitting the dirt snapped her back to reality, she shoved her phone in her back pocket deciding to ignore it like she always did, there was no point in letting him ruin her trip. Wiping the mud off from her arms and legs even a little from her clothes her eyes searched for the one who had committed the crime but he had already sauntered off with Tim towards the lake.
Quinn decided that for now she'd let him live but he would feel the full force of her revenge later, laughing a bit to herself she pivoted towards the direction that Tristan had run off in. The destination was obvious she knew where he was going, she also knew he'd be waiting for her rebuttal. Stuffing his shirt in her other back pocket taking another drink from the bottle she forged onward with casual speed a little surprise for Tristan in her other hand held behind her back as she moved. Taking a dip later on was a must considering she was covered in mud and that mud was hiding the works of art that lay upon her skin, Quinn never wore clothes that covered her up she felt constricted that way. Even in the parlor she'd be wearing torn T-shirts that showed off her midriff and a pair of her boy shorts, it was what she was comfortable in and if she was going to spend hours carving into someone she was going to do it comfortably. Reaching towards the sky Quinn stretched and breathed in the clean air, it was a nice feeling to breathe in something that wasn't spoiled by cigarette smoke, pizza, or sweaty customers. Although she missed it a little and the thought of a cigarette had her itching for one herself, Quinn shook it off a grin on her face as she approached the little pond.
Tristan was in her sights now and she could tell he was a little surprised at her nonchalant attitude while she approached him. Thanks to Alec she did have the nice addition of mud clinging to her, but a large grin was still plastered upon her lips. Noting that he'd set up the rods already she titled her head, her brow furrowing in question. "What are those for? I was assuming we were going to catch them with our bare hands." Almost as if that was her Que, she uncovered her hand with a ball of mud that successfully landed on his face as she pressed her hand against it sort of smearing it around as if she were a five year old painting for the first time. "Oh yeah Alec showed up, said his hellos in his usual fashion I just thought that you shouldn't be left out at all. I'm so generous." A laugh bubbled from her while she slapped him on the back getting the remnants of mud off of her hand. Another vibration from her phone cut short her enthusiasm but she continued to force her grin.
Plopping down next to the fishing rods her eyes lazily scanning the pond her brows raised, it was a quiet and secluded little area something Quinn was seldom exposed to. Fishing was another thing Quinn had never done but it didn't look all that hard plus she already completed phase one of her mission which was to make him eat his words, and in a sense she did. All that was left was the fishing part, and if necessary she would jump in and scoop up all the helpless fish that were inside this little pond to win. Her gaze eventually landed back on Tristan and she gave him a once over while sipping from the bottle. His bare body was a sad, sad sight for Quinn and she shook her head. "So when are you going to come in and let me do some work on that beautiful canvas you got there? You'll make the tattoo gods cry walking around with such bare skin like that. I thi--" Again, a vibration caught her off guard and she cursed under her breath pulling out her phone and putting it on silent. Of course all the missed calls and texts were from Oliver, all of them probably consisting of taunts and wanting to meet up again. "I've been thinking of new tats for you, I know I'm so nice to think of you and help you utilize your skin properly."
Quinn decided that for now she'd let him live but he would feel the full force of her revenge later, laughing a bit to herself she pivoted towards the direction that Tristan had run off in. The destination was obvious she knew where he was going, she also knew he'd be waiting for her rebuttal. Stuffing his shirt in her other back pocket taking another drink from the bottle she forged onward with casual speed a little surprise for Tristan in her other hand held behind her back as she moved. Taking a dip later on was a must considering she was covered in mud and that mud was hiding the works of art that lay upon her skin, Quinn never wore clothes that covered her up she felt constricted that way. Even in the parlor she'd be wearing torn T-shirts that showed off her midriff and a pair of her boy shorts, it was what she was comfortable in and if she was going to spend hours carving into someone she was going to do it comfortably. Reaching towards the sky Quinn stretched and breathed in the clean air, it was a nice feeling to breathe in something that wasn't spoiled by cigarette smoke, pizza, or sweaty customers. Although she missed it a little and the thought of a cigarette had her itching for one herself, Quinn shook it off a grin on her face as she approached the little pond.
Tristan was in her sights now and she could tell he was a little surprised at her nonchalant attitude while she approached him. Thanks to Alec she did have the nice addition of mud clinging to her, but a large grin was still plastered upon her lips. Noting that he'd set up the rods already she titled her head, her brow furrowing in question. "What are those for? I was assuming we were going to catch them with our bare hands." Almost as if that was her Que, she uncovered her hand with a ball of mud that successfully landed on his face as she pressed her hand against it sort of smearing it around as if she were a five year old painting for the first time. "Oh yeah Alec showed up, said his hellos in his usual fashion I just thought that you shouldn't be left out at all. I'm so generous." A laugh bubbled from her while she slapped him on the back getting the remnants of mud off of her hand. Another vibration from her phone cut short her enthusiasm but she continued to force her grin.
Plopping down next to the fishing rods her eyes lazily scanning the pond her brows raised, it was a quiet and secluded little area something Quinn was seldom exposed to. Fishing was another thing Quinn had never done but it didn't look all that hard plus she already completed phase one of her mission which was to make him eat his words, and in a sense she did. All that was left was the fishing part, and if necessary she would jump in and scoop up all the helpless fish that were inside this little pond to win. Her gaze eventually landed back on Tristan and she gave him a once over while sipping from the bottle. His bare body was a sad, sad sight for Quinn and she shook her head. "So when are you going to come in and let me do some work on that beautiful canvas you got there? You'll make the tattoo gods cry walking around with such bare skin like that. I thi--" Again, a vibration caught her off guard and she cursed under her breath pulling out her phone and putting it on silent. Of course all the missed calls and texts were from Oliver, all of them probably consisting of taunts and wanting to meet up again. "I've been thinking of new tats for you, I know I'm so nice to think of you and help you utilize your skin properly."
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Vivian had been prancing about all day having heard some interesting news. News that sparked her interest and had been having grand day dreams of money pouring out and swimming in mountains of it. Pulling out a small mirror, she checked herself over and reapplied a light peach lipstick along her full lips. For a while she stared at herself basking in her beauty before snapping the small mirror closed and slipping it inside a facet of her clothing. How it managed to seemingly stay hidden and not bulge out awkwardly in her tight attire was a mystery but anything seemed possible in this day and age. Her colleagues, or rather, her brothers and sisters in crime had grown weary of her overly enthusiastic mood and steered clear of her. Vivian was once a slave like the other worthless beings that scrounged around on the cold ground of the Red Light District. Her position in The Network although earned, still put others at unrest but really had them keep their distance was her giant mood swings. No one could ever predict her mood or the actions that followed, she could be smiling wide and laughing wildly while ripping someone to shreds or be completely calm and calculating without saying a word.
Even though The Network lived above the Undercity among the unsuspecting humans that inhabited Venice, she spent most of her time down in the District. Nothing escaped her, she knew everything that came in, everything her possessions would try to scheme, what they ate, who purchased who, everything. The District felt more like home to her, the screams and anguish of other slaves and the reek of death and blood that filled the air and brought a warm smile to her lips. There was no where else she felt more at home. Because of her worth to The Network, Vivian was typically escorted by a fleet of guards though when she found herself comfortable she'd send them away, they were only there for formalities sake anyways. She was allowed to free roam without supervision as long as she brought them with her. Today, though, she felt like causing so chaos. Leaving now with the meat shields trailing behind her Vivian strutted, checking herself in any reflection she came across ogling over herself.
They crammed themselves in the elevator and as the doors shut a wicked grin turned up the corner of her lips. The guards were stiff and held their hands at their sides looking straight forward. Vi had a tendency to toy with the guards and typically had to have replacements on a regular basis. She could smell the sweat that dripped from their pores and while inhaling deeply, slowly exhaled placing a hand at her hip checking the nails of her other hand. "You all smell absolutely disgusting, try not to stifle me while I ... work." The elevator doors slid open and heat poured inside from the amount that was being produced by all the bodies that filled the tiny room. "Shoo."
Emerging from the grouping of "a*****e" guards she stepped out. Vivian didn't like humans all that much, they lacked any real depth and toying with them was far too easy. Their pain tolerances were low not to mention they were far too fragile for her. Luckily for her more than fifty percent of beings that filled the club were supernatural beauties. Making her way through the crowd easily, enjoying all the attention she received from those around her. She let off a sweet intoxicating scent and anyone that met eyes with her was sent reeling with inappropriate thoughts. Though to those who knew her and what she was capable of they kept their gaze to the ground. Even as many tried to pursue her she ignored them with ease her eyes searching for the one that reeked of fresh blood, the stench of death was in the air. Viv's electric hues locked onto the one soaked in blood, noting a female clinging to his arm looking rather bemused and a fallen angel keeping them company or rather disrupting them. She knew who they were; their names, sale records and the flow of profit they had been making for The Network. The guards had spread about the club sticking out like sore thumbs among everyone keeping their distance from her like she ordered.
"Well, well. You're an interesting grouping aren't you?" Vivian was practically shaking from excitement and reached out absentmindedly to Demitri's wing and started stroking the soft black feathers to keep him from getting up. "My, my it has been quite a while since you've seen the light hasn't it..? And here you are not even five minutes of freedom and you're causing trouble." Brushing the hair away from her shoulder her tags were visible along her collarbone in the dim light. A human man came up behind her copping a feel as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear to coax her into dancing with him, she simply replied by gripping his face in her hand and shoving him aside effortlessly her gaze never breaking from Oni. He was a living legend, this was the first time she'd seen the attempted escapee in the flesh since he'd been locked away for over two centuries. Curiosity burned inside of her as well as pleasure. "I'm your biggest fan." A maniacal grin slapped onto her face as she spoke.
Even though The Network lived above the Undercity among the unsuspecting humans that inhabited Venice, she spent most of her time down in the District. Nothing escaped her, she knew everything that came in, everything her possessions would try to scheme, what they ate, who purchased who, everything. The District felt more like home to her, the screams and anguish of other slaves and the reek of death and blood that filled the air and brought a warm smile to her lips. There was no where else she felt more at home. Because of her worth to The Network, Vivian was typically escorted by a fleet of guards though when she found herself comfortable she'd send them away, they were only there for formalities sake anyways. She was allowed to free roam without supervision as long as she brought them with her. Today, though, she felt like causing so chaos. Leaving now with the meat shields trailing behind her Vivian strutted, checking herself in any reflection she came across ogling over herself.
They crammed themselves in the elevator and as the doors shut a wicked grin turned up the corner of her lips. The guards were stiff and held their hands at their sides looking straight forward. Vi had a tendency to toy with the guards and typically had to have replacements on a regular basis. She could smell the sweat that dripped from their pores and while inhaling deeply, slowly exhaled placing a hand at her hip checking the nails of her other hand. "You all smell absolutely disgusting, try not to stifle me while I ... work." The elevator doors slid open and heat poured inside from the amount that was being produced by all the bodies that filled the tiny room. "Shoo."
Emerging from the grouping of "a*****e" guards she stepped out. Vivian didn't like humans all that much, they lacked any real depth and toying with them was far too easy. Their pain tolerances were low not to mention they were far too fragile for her. Luckily for her more than fifty percent of beings that filled the club were supernatural beauties. Making her way through the crowd easily, enjoying all the attention she received from those around her. She let off a sweet intoxicating scent and anyone that met eyes with her was sent reeling with inappropriate thoughts. Though to those who knew her and what she was capable of they kept their gaze to the ground. Even as many tried to pursue her she ignored them with ease her eyes searching for the one that reeked of fresh blood, the stench of death was in the air. Viv's electric hues locked onto the one soaked in blood, noting a female clinging to his arm looking rather bemused and a fallen angel keeping them company or rather disrupting them. She knew who they were; their names, sale records and the flow of profit they had been making for The Network. The guards had spread about the club sticking out like sore thumbs among everyone keeping their distance from her like she ordered.
"Well, well. You're an interesting grouping aren't you?" Vivian was practically shaking from excitement and reached out absentmindedly to Demitri's wing and started stroking the soft black feathers to keep him from getting up. "My, my it has been quite a while since you've seen the light hasn't it..? And here you are not even five minutes of freedom and you're causing trouble." Brushing the hair away from her shoulder her tags were visible along her collarbone in the dim light. A human man came up behind her copping a feel as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear to coax her into dancing with him, she simply replied by gripping his face in her hand and shoving him aside effortlessly her gaze never breaking from Oni. He was a living legend, this was the first time she'd seen the attempted escapee in the flesh since he'd been locked away for over two centuries. Curiosity burned inside of her as well as pleasure. "I'm your biggest fan." A maniacal grin slapped onto her face as she spoke.
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Blair had been the very last person in the room just before they shut the doors though with her talents no one would have noticed that she had entered until she had pulled back her chair to plop herself in. The meetings that seemed to have no end even though she knew that briefings were an important part of being in the Corps, had her feeling antsy in her chair. Even as her mind had wondered throughout most of the meetings she hadn't missed a beat. Bouncing her leg furiously while lightly drumming her fingers on the table in front of her she perched her chin on her free hand, blowing the few strands that fell into her face.During the last hour before recess she took it upon herself to scout out persons of interest such as the commanding officers and their seconds. Her gaze locked in on Claude but he was behaving himself but she could tell he was coming to the end of his rope as well. A grin spread across her face thinking how suffocating it was for him as much as it was for her.
Her eyes continued to linger for a moment longer before trailing away and catching sight of the Legatus commander and their second. Shifting her position in her chair she kicked up her feet and leaned back into the chair, balancing herself on only two of it's legs. There were disapproving glances being shot in her direction but she was too caught up in thought to pay them any mind. The Legatuses always seemed too quiet and calm for her liking, making it hard for her to know how to approach them they just looked too damn serious all the time. Mayhem's commander had almost gone unnoticed by her though it didn't surprise her as Blair observed her, that was Rina's specialty after all. A wicked grin cracked over her face when she thought up a new nickname for the Mayhem's commander despite her reputation as "Ghost" she thought "Houdini" fit better.
Prophet finally caught her eye, turning that wicked grin into a smirk. She gave him a once over and despite the fact that he was attractive he sparked her competitive fire. The Fire Fall group were renowned for their drop speed and explosion upon impact, they made quite the name for themselves during the War. As the ShokTronik commander who prided herself on speed she entertained the idea that she could probably circle the world completely before he even touched the ground. Visions of her ridiculous race that danced around her mind had almost completely distracted her from the higher ups calling a recess. With a sigh of relief she started to lean forward but was already out the door before her chair had regained it's proper upright position. Running a hand through her hair she leaned against the wall starting up at the vaulted ceiling. It was a pretty fancy building for such a formal organization.
As everyone filed out of the meeting room into the hall to mingle with the others she easily dropped herself into conversation with the others that surrounded her. Claude it seemed had escaped and couldn't find him, though she suspected he was laying on the charm with Mayhem's commander or another unsuspecting victim. Wading through the sea of people, her eyes locked onto the back of Zadre's head. He really did fit his codename well, she mused for a moment while taking in the scene before her and the group of recruits scurrying away from the large man. Knowing he was second in command for Fire Fall had her pulsing with energy, her greyish blue hues lightening to a paler color. Taking a moment to let her built up energy sizzle out she took a step forward seeming to disappear and reappearing on the other side of the hall just behind him. Peering out to watch the others continue to retreat she raised her eyebrows as his face seem to twist with slight irritation.
Her eyes continued to linger for a moment longer before trailing away and catching sight of the Legatus commander and their second. Shifting her position in her chair she kicked up her feet and leaned back into the chair, balancing herself on only two of it's legs. There were disapproving glances being shot in her direction but she was too caught up in thought to pay them any mind. The Legatuses always seemed too quiet and calm for her liking, making it hard for her to know how to approach them they just looked too damn serious all the time. Mayhem's commander had almost gone unnoticed by her though it didn't surprise her as Blair observed her, that was Rina's specialty after all. A wicked grin cracked over her face when she thought up a new nickname for the Mayhem's commander despite her reputation as "Ghost" she thought "Houdini" fit better.
Prophet finally caught her eye, turning that wicked grin into a smirk. She gave him a once over and despite the fact that he was attractive he sparked her competitive fire. The Fire Fall group were renowned for their drop speed and explosion upon impact, they made quite the name for themselves during the War. As the ShokTronik commander who prided herself on speed she entertained the idea that she could probably circle the world completely before he even touched the ground. Visions of her ridiculous race that danced around her mind had almost completely distracted her from the higher ups calling a recess. With a sigh of relief she started to lean forward but was already out the door before her chair had regained it's proper upright position. Running a hand through her hair she leaned against the wall starting up at the vaulted ceiling. It was a pretty fancy building for such a formal organization.
As everyone filed out of the meeting room into the hall to mingle with the others she easily dropped herself into conversation with the others that surrounded her. Claude it seemed had escaped and couldn't find him, though she suspected he was laying on the charm with Mayhem's commander or another unsuspecting victim. Wading through the sea of people, her eyes locked onto the back of Zadre's head. He really did fit his codename well, she mused for a moment while taking in the scene before her and the group of recruits scurrying away from the large man. Knowing he was second in command for Fire Fall had her pulsing with energy, her greyish blue hues lightening to a paler color. Taking a moment to let her built up energy sizzle out she took a step forward seeming to disappear and reappearing on the other side of the hall just behind him. Peering out to watch the others continue to retreat she raised her eyebrows as his face seem to twist with slight irritation.
"Hmm.. You don't look that scary to me." Blair said simply, her gaze continuing to linger on the group before locking them onto his emerald orbs giving him a grin. "I bet you're just a big softy."Blair liked to give nicknames to people that interested her, regardless of their code names. It was more fun for her to watch them squirm anyhow, and this one earned himself "BFG". She had heard that he was more of the strong silent type which had her mischievous tendencies itching to poke some fun. He was human after all, he had emotions like everyone else it's just that he was better at maintaining them and not allowing them to show. However that in itself made him a walking challenge. Zadre was a whole foot taller than her, and although she had herself a maintained athletic body Blair looked little standing next to him although she wasn't the least bit intimidated. She could probably still take him in a fight, Blair thought with confidence. "So, how'd you earn the reputation "Beast of Fire Fall" anyway?" Her curiosity was burning within her while she studied his face.
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Unbeknownst to the young model there were two men on the other side of the door taking precautions as to whether or not she was one of the walking dead. Jade had been trying to get into what she believed to be her apartment, and with all the events that had happened, the news of the virus. She was in a state of shock and couldn't really fathom why it was her key wasn't turning the lock in the door. Before she could come to her own conclusion the door swung open abruptly nearly pulling her along with it to face plant onto the floor but she braced herself against the frame. Jade snapped her head up to look at the two men that stood before her, one hid behind the door and the other pointed a gun at her. "What the ********?! ******** holy s**t! Why do you have a gun pointing at me?!" Jade cried out holding her bag up in front of her face in attempt to shield herself, as if it would stop a bullet. Peering from behind her bag, Jade waved her hand for him to put the gun down. "Do I look like one of those things to you? I thought this was my apartment, my mistake. I'm your neighbor." Unfortunately, she thought.
Slowly she lowered her bag as the tension eased brushing some of her hair from her face taking in the apartment that lay behind the door she was failing to overcome after mistaking it for her own. When Sebastian noted he recognized her from somewhere Jade eyes landed on a pin up magazine she featured in that lay on one of the end tables behind him. Her eyebrows raised slightly but she wasn't all that surprised to see it there. Shifting her gaze between him and the pin up she nodded her head towards it in answer to his question. "I suppose you have seen me before, apparently a lot of me." With that, her phone started to ring, pulling it out of her bag she could see it was her manager trying to get ahold of her. Answering it, she glanced at the two men covering the mic of her phone for a moment, "Sorry for the misunderstanding, it won't happen again." Her eyes landed on the gun, then back up to meet his gaze before walking away continuing with her phone call.
"Helena, where are you? Are you okay?"
"Jade! Oh god, th-the driver well he, well s**t, he's dead. Those infected people tore him to pieces before my very eyes! It's absolutely crazy out here! I barely got away with my life, Jade." Her breathing was heavy and voice frantic, as if she was running, "I'm on my way up right now." Jade had just barely made it inside her door when she heard the clacking up footsteps fast approaching, she leaned back and hung up the phone when Helena appeared beyond the corner. Rushing towards each other they embraced tightly, Helena caught sight of Sebastian with the gun and nearly jumped out of her skin. "What the hell is that for?"
"It's a long story.. Helena holy crap your leg is bleeding! Here let me patch you up with something." Jade led her into her apartment setting her on her leather couch, before running into the bathroom to look for something to clean her up with. She wasn't ever really at her apartment much so it was mostly bare, very minimal furniture and she only ever had the bare necessities. The only dish she had out was the frying pan that lay in the sink from when she made an omelette a while back. Having no luck in finding anything but regular hand soap and a towel she returned to Helena's side who was leaning back into the couch her eyes closed in an attempt to relax. Handing her the towel to press onto the wound to help stop the bleeding as well as to clean up a bit, she sprung back to her feet and grabbed one of the two glasses she had in her cupboard to use for water. The faucet wasn't working, reminding her of the current loss of power situation. Cursing under her breath she threw open the fridge finding a little bit of OJ left in the jug, she dispensed it into the cup which turned out to be a fairly pitiful amount then returned to Helena's side offering it to her.
"I don't even remember getting this cut on my leg, it must have happened when I got pushed down.." Helena reached over weakly grasping the glass, sipping at it before setting it against her leg. Her breathing was slowing, drenched in sweat she shivered, placing a hand on Jade's shoulder her hand cold as ice.
"Helena, you're freezing.." Jade's expression turned to worry, "I'm going to grab you a blanket, why don't you lay down and I'll go ask my trigger happy neighbor if he has a first aid kit or something."
Helena simply nodded before adjusting herself onto the couch so her head rested against the arm of it, quickly falling into a state of sleep. Jade quickly threw a blanket on her before heading for the door, closing it behind her. As the sound of the door latching shut echoed throughout the hallway, Helena's heart stopped with it. The thought that Helena was indeed infected hadn't even crossed Jade's mind as she sucked in a breath before knocking lightly on Sebastian's door. With every second that passed it felt like an eternity, so she knocked again but a little harder feeling the patience slip away from her. "What is ta-" Her impatient complaint ceased at the sound of glass shattering from within her apartment and before Sebastian or his boyfriend could open the door she dashed back to her own to see what the commotion was about. "Helena, are you okay? I heard glass breaking..."
Jade's heart stopped, body frozen, her breathing halted as her eyes took in the scene before her; Helena was hunched over facing away from her breathing loudly, gurgled moans escaping her paled lips, the glass of OJ shattered on her hardwood floor was now digging it's way into her living dead manager's foot. Releasing the breath that was now choking her, her body demanding air Jade's eyes welled up but she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from sobbing. The zombified Helena was still just standing not moving as if she were trying to regain her balance, her mouth was ajar and she coughed up blood that dripped down her chin trailing along her neck. It was a dark almost black color that now oozed from her mouth, the cut on her leg was festered now a greenish grey color, blackened veins surrounded it.
Jade took a step back and the zombified Helena snapped her head fixating her dead eyes onto the young model. Before she could speak, Helena pushed herself running at her at superhuman speed, Jade barely moved away in time plastering herself against the wall by her door as her manager barreled into the wall across the hall trying to pull her hands free from it. The damage she created from running into the wall was unnatural, and Jade started to hyperventilate the tears now freely rolling down her cheeks. When Helena broke free from the wall Jade cried out, threw herself into her apartment slamming the door then locked it. She slowly stepped back from her door listening intently for any movement on the other side while sobbing as softly as she could.
There was silence for a moment before an undead hand blew a hole through the door, Helena reached out frantically to try to grab anything within reach loud animal growling sounds erupted as her other arm broke through. Jade screamed jumping back from the impact, the adrenaline was coursing it's way through her veins and she searched for anything she could use as a weapon. Helena continued to pound and tear apart the door as Jade scrambled to her feet seeing the frying pan in the sink she grabbed it instinctively then threw herself behind her back against the island in the kitchen gripping the handle of the pan like a vice. Her door finally gave way and Jade held her breath to stifle any noise she peeked from behind the counter, when she caught sight of her infected manager she pulled away from the corner. Again an unnerving silence fell upon the room, all that was audible was the sound of Helena sniffing intensely for her prey, for Jade. Once it seemed that Jade was alone she leaned over to again peek around the corner and see if Helena was gone. Instead she was met with a pair of dead eyes that were now inches from her face, it opened it's mouth and a low growl emitted. On reflex Jade swung the pan as hard as she could smashing Helena's skull in between the island and her weapon of choice.
A loud crunching sound ripped through the air and Jade pushed herself from the ground to make a break for the door. Her undead manager caught hold of her foot tripping her in the process, Jade kicked at her face with the heel of her boot as hard as she could screaming and crying desperately trying to free herself. With every kick Helena's skull bounced off the island blood pouring out and smearing against it, eventually the grip she had on Jade went slack. Without a moment's hesitation the young girl crawled away regaining her feet, panting as her heart pounded. The infected monster her manager had become was still, even in it's damaged state, continuing to try and pursue after Jade. Dragging itself along the floor towards her Jade rose the pan over her head and brought it down against Helena's over and over until she became an unidentifiable mess of brain, blood, and rotting skin. The skull pieces jutting out unnaturally. Jade's legs became weak under her and she dropped, her eyes glued to the ground in disbelief and shock of the situation. Subsequently the bloodied pan slipped from her fingers, a pool of blood formed around the motionless corpse.
Jade coughed and gagged her stomach threatening to up chuck whatever was left in it. Holding her breath she only just made it to the sink before stomach fluids were reluctantly forced down the drain. "Oh god.. What have I done.. Helena.." tears pooled in her eyes once more her voice cracking, "Helena I'm so sorry.." She was still shaking as she braced herself against anything that was stable making her way to the wall and eventually out of her apartment. Stepping over her shattered door she slumped down in the hallway as the adrenaline calmed, her head swam while she stared at the corpse that lay on her floor from where she sat the traumatic events that unfolded still seemed surreal. Helena was dead, she just murdered her.
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"Are you ******** kidding me?" Ceresa's anger beginning to boil over. It wasn't enough for her parents to send kidnappers to bring her back to this god forsaken island but now they were spouting nonsense about a marriage. A laugh bubbled from her throat her eyes wide in disbelief. "What the hell makes you think I'm going to go through with this?" The Bishop parents glanced over at the men who had just dumped her into the office implying that it would be by force if necessary. Ceresa's upper lip twitched with disgust as she leaned forward from her chair, her hands cupping the edge of the small coffee table that laid between her and the devils that are her parents. Without warning she sent the small table flying, it and all its contents flipped onto the floor. Their young daughter let out a yell as she kicked her chair. It wasn't enough, she had stayed in Brussels for too long Ceresa recalled now. Two weeks was her limit for anywhere that she stayed but it had been three weeks in that city for a couple gigs.
Knocking over a ridiculously designed lamp the bulb shattered upon impact, her fury being expressed in the destruction she was creating in their office. The bookcase, torn down. Their desk was far too heavy to lift so she ripped everything on it off and threw it at them. Then their chair, it was a fairly plush executive chair and a bit heavy however not heavy enough to keep her from lifting it over her head while screaming and threw it at the wall leaving a hole in it. Her parents hardly expressed any real reaction as they watched their daughter turn into a vicious demon of hatred, she was merely a means to an end on a deal with the Hawthorne family not that they'd tell her that. Her father waved at the men standing guard by the door and they rushed her, Ceresa sent punches flying unfortunately it wasn't enough to subdue them and she was hauled out just the same as she was brought in with hands and feet restrained as if she were a wild animal. Blinded by her rage she spit at them. "Go to hell!"
Present day
Locked. Everything and everywhere she went it seemed was locked without an exit. A cage for the animal her parents seemed to think she was. Even the car she rode in now was locked, unable to open the door and roll out into open traffic to freedom. She would know, she already tried. It didn't help that she hadn't had a cigarette for the past three days. Closing her eyes she attempted to find any scrap of patience only finding malice hatred for the beings that popped her into life. What was it about obscenely rich individuals who found human life to be something that could be equated to a dollar sign. Ceresa had spent her two years of freedom without her parent's name or money, she was only known as Ceresa there. It felt refreshing that she didn't have to spend time in stuffy banquets or formal parties where people only approached you because they wanted to be associated to Bishop industries. Tapping her finger on her thigh she had barely heard what her sister had said while her mind played out ways to destroy her parents' plans.
“Cere, we’re not going to allow this to pass, right?”
Ceresa glanced at her sister, if someone could harness death she would have held it in her gaze now. Though she knew her twin's question was mostly a rhetorical one that she would answer anyway to relieve some steam. "Of course we're not going to ******** let our damn parents do this ******** s**t to us." Kicking the seat in front of her she garnered a disapproving glance from the driver for which she responded with flipping him off. Eventually the vehicle slowed to a stop when they pulled up to a Hawthorne hotel in the Red Light District, their name seemed to be everywhere. Despite having lived on the island for nine years, Ceresa never really knew Burning Springs or the people on it but she didn't need to know it wasn't hard to connect the dots that s**t attracted all sorts of flies and insects. That's what she associated this place to: a pile of s**t. Right when the driver circled around to open the door she voiced her sister's thoughts as they stepped out. "Let the games begin."
Of course the twins being together meant that they'd be going back to the game they always played. Their outfits were coordinated as well as their hair nothing about their appearance was different from the other or out of place. Even the wardrobe they brought with them was a combination of both closets. Each twin had clothes of their sister's for when they'd swap places. Her hand was shaking when she balled it into a fist taking her sister's hand to lead her into the hotel not waiting for the driver to unpack their luggage. God she could use a cigarette. Or some alcohol. Maybe both. Ceresa had hardly noticed the heard of heirs that were now grouping together, why would she? Despite the fact that they should stand out in a crowd she didn't know any of the families or their annoying children. "We're here for this ridiculous event," the girl at the front desk blinked at Ceresa in confusion, aggravated she spit out her next words, "Bishop! Your Bishop prisoners are here!"
"O-Oh! I-I-I'm sorry Miss Bishop! You're to meet in the dining hall."
"Yeah whatever." Ceresa rolled her eyes while the attendant showed them the way to the hall, every seat had a name on it. She found her name across from her sisters but instead switched Bellamy's name with Cerise's so they'd sit next to one another. Ceresa hardly knew her older brother and she wasn't about to spend dinner sitting next to him. Instead of insisting that the young Bishop twin not mess with the seating arrangement the attendant quickly left the room. "What a s**t show." She cupped her chin in her hand and irritably bounced her leg.
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"What..What does it mean?"
A man asked under the dim light of the lamp illuminating his rough features and baggy eyes that were wide with anticipation. Iris could see it plain as day with the cards that were laid out in front of her on the diner table. The flickering of the light only served to enhance the experience. Finally looking up to meet his gaze the witch could see he was.. what was that expression, nervous, yes. To be nervous was to be anxious and highly strung, an uncomfortable emotion however his was warranted, his future was full of death. The Moon, the Three of Swords and Ten of Swords sat between them. It would be a murder, a gruesome one at that completely over the top and by someone who took pleasure in that sort of thing.
"You're going to die." She said simply her accent thick, without a sympathetic bone in her body. Her readings were never wrong not that she even needed to pull out her cards to begin with since her dreams had been of his murder. It relished in taking chunks from him but nothing of the lethal sort so that he would be remain alive as he was feasted upon for quite some time. Done with what he had asked of her she shuffled the cards back into the deck and began to push out of the booth when the customer took hold of her arm.
"What do you mean, 'You're going to die'? That's it? Why? When?"
"It's as I said, you will die. Tonight. Why..? It hunts for sport."
"You're lying."
Denial, horror and now anger twisted on his face. Had she been hungry she might've ordered him for some take out but she hadn't felt the need. In any case Iris didn't think it wise to mix up with someone else's prey. Slipping out of his grasp she contemplated whether or not this would be the time to consider herself "lucky" that he had already paid his tab and tipped well prior to the reading. If the human wanted someone or something to blame it should be in his own weaknesses. Her employer, or what she constantly hounded Iris to call her; Auntie Anne furrowed her brow as Iris hung her apron behind the counter. "Ya didn't have to go and scare the poor man," she chided in a hushed voice wincing as the man slammed the door behind him yelling insults and offering profanities. Iris had never been concerned about the thoughts of others tonight was no different.
"Why does the truth scare people?"
"Oh honey, sometimes people look for lil' lyin' when they askin' for the future. Ya find people look for anythin' but the truth." Tossing the wash cloth over her shoulder, the hefty woman settled against the bar a hand on her hip while her waitress gathered her things. "Ya sure ya don't want me to get one of the boys to walk ya home? Never know if one of those monsters are lurkin' for a pretty lil' thing."
"It's not necessary." Why she always insisted on having a human walk her to her motel was another puzzling notion. They'd only serve as food instead of what Auntie Anne considered was protection. Stuffing her headphones into her ears Iris shrugged on her leather jacket as she was pulled into an embrace.
"Ya have a good night now darlin', I'll see ya tomorrow. An don't forgetcha tips."
Unmoved by her gesture of affection Iris wiggled free of Auntie Anne swiping her tips as she rounded the counter and left without so much as a goodbye. She found that people would act in peculiar ways, such as her employer and her instant familiarization she pushed onto others. Tonight was only her fourth night at the diner and Anne acted as if Iris was her daughter. Red neon lights spelling out Auntie Anne's lit the small lot outside as darkness painted the sky. One of the only things she found discomfort in since inhabiting the slums was that the general temperature was colder than back home and she had yet to adjust. Pulling her mp3 from her pocket she flicked her thumb across the screen choosing a band and song at random as she maxed out the volume. Drums and guitar solos assaulted her ears while she continued with her fifteen minute venture back to the motel she had been staying at. There were hardly any people around so she didn't exert any extra energy in paying attention to "common knowledge laws", like crosswalks.
The first time she had encountered one of the red handed signs she had disregarded it and jay walked her way through the slums until she was nearly hit by a car. Reprimanded and scolded by the driver she made note of it to avoid the inconvenience of talking to blood bags unnecessarily. Then why become a waitress, you might ask? On her first night Iris had decided to bring home a meal at Auntie Anne's yet couldn't pay for it. After incessant hounding Anne finally came to the realization that Iris had no money nor a job and ordered her back the next day to work spouting something along the lines of: "Ain't no man gonna take care of ya darlin', ya gotta take care of yaself."
A chilly breeze prompted a slight shiver from Iris, her music drowned out the sounds of a woman screaming while she was attacked in an alley she passed by. Not that she would have taken action to begin with but she found screams dull in comparison to Metallica. Auras were of varying energy and color, animals in particular were in warmer tones so when two shepherds rounded the very corner she approached, with exaggerated delight her eyes were drawn to them. Iris had never seen such a dog and in that moment of distraction hadn't noticed the oncoming human who practically rammed into her sending them both tumbling to the ground. Her brow knitted together in confusion and slight agitation Iris pushed herself up once the man had rolled off of her finding that her headphones had been torn out of her ears during their tangled fall, music still blaring. One of the shepherds sniffed and licked her cheek excitedly until they were restrained by who Iris assumed was their owner.
"Ugh... hey, thanks for breaking the fall,"
"You're welcome," Iris replied without pause, looking up at Vic lacking interest in the situation, his manners, let alone his existence. Panting excessively the other dog pulled against his leash so the girl extended her arm giving the fur ball a small pat on the head. She remembered this was how you acted towards dogs in one of those late night soap operas and how overjoyed the actress was to pet, hug and play with a puppy she had received from her lover who, was later revealed to be her long lost brother. Shifting her gaze back to the human her gloved hand took hold of Vic's when he offered to help her up catching sight of the ghost girl having a laughing fit over their collision as he was brought to her feet. What was the right response in this social situation? "Thank you."
“You two are having a hell of a night, aren’t you?” Unsure of what she meant by "hell of a night" Iris disregarded the question altogether.
"You have a poltergeist following you." She stated to Vic bluntly her vacant eyes boring into Catherine as she approached the spirit. Typically ghosts lacked any aura on the other hand violent apparitions such as a poltergeist had what appeared to Iris as a swirling black cloud. Without so much as a thought she stuck her hand through Kitty's shoulder easily her hand poking through what would have been a shoulder blade merely out of curiosity. Losing interest she retracted her reach reuniting her hands and the pockets of her leather jacket. Noting the distance in which the girl kept from the man. Why? A poltergeist could possess a person if they chose to as if on queue one of the dogs began to growl and it made sense to her now. Animals were always sensitive to spirits and didn't take kindly to them. "I don't think she has the ability to kill you so you might not die tonight, unless you continue in that direction," pointing from where she came, "then you will be also be mauled to death."
A man asked under the dim light of the lamp illuminating his rough features and baggy eyes that were wide with anticipation. Iris could see it plain as day with the cards that were laid out in front of her on the diner table. The flickering of the light only served to enhance the experience. Finally looking up to meet his gaze the witch could see he was.. what was that expression, nervous, yes. To be nervous was to be anxious and highly strung, an uncomfortable emotion however his was warranted, his future was full of death. The Moon, the Three of Swords and Ten of Swords sat between them. It would be a murder, a gruesome one at that completely over the top and by someone who took pleasure in that sort of thing.
"You're going to die." She said simply her accent thick, without a sympathetic bone in her body. Her readings were never wrong not that she even needed to pull out her cards to begin with since her dreams had been of his murder. It relished in taking chunks from him but nothing of the lethal sort so that he would be remain alive as he was feasted upon for quite some time. Done with what he had asked of her she shuffled the cards back into the deck and began to push out of the booth when the customer took hold of her arm.
"What do you mean, 'You're going to die'? That's it? Why? When?"
"It's as I said, you will die. Tonight. Why..? It hunts for sport."
"You're lying."
Denial, horror and now anger twisted on his face. Had she been hungry she might've ordered him for some take out but she hadn't felt the need. In any case Iris didn't think it wise to mix up with someone else's prey. Slipping out of his grasp she contemplated whether or not this would be the time to consider herself "lucky" that he had already paid his tab and tipped well prior to the reading. If the human wanted someone or something to blame it should be in his own weaknesses. Her employer, or what she constantly hounded Iris to call her; Auntie Anne furrowed her brow as Iris hung her apron behind the counter. "Ya didn't have to go and scare the poor man," she chided in a hushed voice wincing as the man slammed the door behind him yelling insults and offering profanities. Iris had never been concerned about the thoughts of others tonight was no different.
"Why does the truth scare people?"
"Oh honey, sometimes people look for lil' lyin' when they askin' for the future. Ya find people look for anythin' but the truth." Tossing the wash cloth over her shoulder, the hefty woman settled against the bar a hand on her hip while her waitress gathered her things. "Ya sure ya don't want me to get one of the boys to walk ya home? Never know if one of those monsters are lurkin' for a pretty lil' thing."
"It's not necessary." Why she always insisted on having a human walk her to her motel was another puzzling notion. They'd only serve as food instead of what Auntie Anne considered was protection. Stuffing her headphones into her ears Iris shrugged on her leather jacket as she was pulled into an embrace.
"Ya have a good night now darlin', I'll see ya tomorrow. An don't forgetcha tips."
Unmoved by her gesture of affection Iris wiggled free of Auntie Anne swiping her tips as she rounded the counter and left without so much as a goodbye. She found that people would act in peculiar ways, such as her employer and her instant familiarization she pushed onto others. Tonight was only her fourth night at the diner and Anne acted as if Iris was her daughter. Red neon lights spelling out Auntie Anne's lit the small lot outside as darkness painted the sky. One of the only things she found discomfort in since inhabiting the slums was that the general temperature was colder than back home and she had yet to adjust. Pulling her mp3 from her pocket she flicked her thumb across the screen choosing a band and song at random as she maxed out the volume. Drums and guitar solos assaulted her ears while she continued with her fifteen minute venture back to the motel she had been staying at. There were hardly any people around so she didn't exert any extra energy in paying attention to "common knowledge laws", like crosswalks.
The first time she had encountered one of the red handed signs she had disregarded it and jay walked her way through the slums until she was nearly hit by a car. Reprimanded and scolded by the driver she made note of it to avoid the inconvenience of talking to blood bags unnecessarily. Then why become a waitress, you might ask? On her first night Iris had decided to bring home a meal at Auntie Anne's yet couldn't pay for it. After incessant hounding Anne finally came to the realization that Iris had no money nor a job and ordered her back the next day to work spouting something along the lines of: "Ain't no man gonna take care of ya darlin', ya gotta take care of yaself."
A chilly breeze prompted a slight shiver from Iris, her music drowned out the sounds of a woman screaming while she was attacked in an alley she passed by. Not that she would have taken action to begin with but she found screams dull in comparison to Metallica. Auras were of varying energy and color, animals in particular were in warmer tones so when two shepherds rounded the very corner she approached, with exaggerated delight her eyes were drawn to them. Iris had never seen such a dog and in that moment of distraction hadn't noticed the oncoming human who practically rammed into her sending them both tumbling to the ground. Her brow knitted together in confusion and slight agitation Iris pushed herself up once the man had rolled off of her finding that her headphones had been torn out of her ears during their tangled fall, music still blaring. One of the shepherds sniffed and licked her cheek excitedly until they were restrained by who Iris assumed was their owner.
"Ugh... hey, thanks for breaking the fall,"
"You're welcome," Iris replied without pause, looking up at Vic lacking interest in the situation, his manners, let alone his existence. Panting excessively the other dog pulled against his leash so the girl extended her arm giving the fur ball a small pat on the head. She remembered this was how you acted towards dogs in one of those late night soap operas and how overjoyed the actress was to pet, hug and play with a puppy she had received from her lover who, was later revealed to be her long lost brother. Shifting her gaze back to the human her gloved hand took hold of Vic's when he offered to help her up catching sight of the ghost girl having a laughing fit over their collision as he was brought to her feet. What was the right response in this social situation? "Thank you."
“You two are having a hell of a night, aren’t you?” Unsure of what she meant by "hell of a night" Iris disregarded the question altogether.
"You have a poltergeist following you." She stated to Vic bluntly her vacant eyes boring into Catherine as she approached the spirit. Typically ghosts lacked any aura on the other hand violent apparitions such as a poltergeist had what appeared to Iris as a swirling black cloud. Without so much as a thought she stuck her hand through Kitty's shoulder easily her hand poking through what would have been a shoulder blade merely out of curiosity. Losing interest she retracted her reach reuniting her hands and the pockets of her leather jacket. Noting the distance in which the girl kept from the man. Why? A poltergeist could possess a person if they chose to as if on queue one of the dogs began to growl and it made sense to her now. Animals were always sensitive to spirits and didn't take kindly to them. "I don't think she has the ability to kill you so you might not die tonight, unless you continue in that direction," pointing from where she came, "then you will be also be mauled to death."
