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Moving Day
////Good Morning fellow role players. After much discussion I have decided to move my girls to a new home. Addison can be found here.
Please welcome her and all my other girls, except for Em and Emily who are keeping their own pages.
Future replies will be from this page :)
You Rang?
u-and-whose-army:
“I’ve more where that come from, my dear,” assuring her at the mention of tricks. There was a brief moment of reprieve from whatever private hell she was living. He was glad he could coax it from the distraught woman. Softly, he folded her hand closed and took a mental account of her current state. The question asked wasn’t meant to upset or bring her back to the pain. It was just important because certain precautions were needed if raped had occurred. Seeing how difficult it was, he only nodded when she shared it had been a close call. He could imagine she was just as traumatized regardless. Scared and broken he watched her down some liquor before deciding it wasn’t the best course of action. She wasn’t in place to take care of herself so he would have to do it.
Leading her further into the penthouse he was familiar enough with the layout. Walking through the master bedroom to get to the bath he kept his hand on the low of her back until he felt her wavier a bit; at which point he gently grabbed her hip encouraging her closer. Finally, at their destination he let go, only so he could turn the water on and start filling the tub. No sooner did he break contact did she fall against him. With the ability to move unnaturally fast he was able to catch as she nearly toppled over. The words which came tumbling out he smoothed some hair behind her ear as he now cradled Addison in his arms. In an attempt to reassure he conveyed, “Just a weak moment is all. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
Finding the zipper he dragged it down the curve of back pulling the material loose and letting it drop around her feet. It was difficult to keep from touching the delicate skin now exposed. Val needed to stay true to his word and assist and not get distracted. Addison didn’t have a bra underneath–not that one was needed as her breast was luscious and pert. Standing in the bathroom in only a pair of lace panties she looked delicious and he had to look away–not appreciating the conflict within.
Noticing the tub was more than halfway filled he finished the task at hand and carefully dragged the panties down her legs. On his way up he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into his arms. Delaying for a moment he paused to look in her eyes; remembering the reason they were there. An apology fell from his lips before he recalled she didn’t know his thoughts, “Sorry.” He then lowered her into the warm bathwater setting her gently at the bottom of the tub. Standing up straight he noticed how the blood had already tinged the water pink. Taking off his suit coat he set along the side of the sink and removed his cufflinks, proceeding to roll the freshly starched shirt up his forearms. Kneeling down he reached for a lock of hair which hid her profile from view. She looked so small curled up in the tub and it pulled at something deep within. Reaching for the sponge he lathered it up with body wash and extended it to Addison. “Do you want me to help?”
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Addie couldn’t stop the smile at his words and looked down at her hand in awe. It was amazing that with just his touch her wound was healed. The smile quickly fell from her lips as the events of the evening began flooding through her and playing on horrible repeat through her mind. When Val asked her if she had been raped she let out an anguished whimper, feeling the man pressed against her in such a way that rape would have been imminent if not for the knife. Swallowing thickly she whispered no to his question, the shaking that had begun downstairs becoming more intense and Addison resorted to the one thing she knew would help, liquor. After all that had happened, bad nights with her father, alcohol had become her companion, a close second to being her best friend, besides her sister.
Despite wanting the warmth and the oblivion it promised Val evidently didn’t think it was a good idea and removed the bottle from her hands, instead leading her down the hall to the bathroom. She felt almost in a daze and while she was determined to be strong, never one to show weakness her body had other ideas. Almost losing her footing as they walked she was relieved his hand was there to steady her. It apparently wasn’t enough though and when he let go she almost tumbled to the floor, heavy sobs racking her tiny frame. Looking up at him through tear swollen eyes she nodded at his words, comforted with being taken care of. It surprised her greatly since she was never one to want that, but from Val it seemed almost meant to be.
Shivering when he removed her dress ever so gently she felt the coolness of his hands on her, but also his eyes on her now exposed skin. Lifting them she felt a familiar heat grow in the pit of her stomach. When liquor was not around Addison would go to sex, and sometimes sex and then alcohol. With his eyes on her chest she momentarily forgot why they were there. Catching his dark eyes she gave a small smile, “it’s ok,” she said, keeping one hand on his chest as he lowered her into the tub. The water stung from the heat but she welcomed it over her skin. Noticing the blood, and the pink in the water she pulled her knees up. Once again her mind was everywhere. She needed to be clean of this but she also needed to feel herself. It took her a moment to hear his question and notice the sponge, shaking her head to clear it. “Yes,” she said thickly, reaching over to take his wrist. “Thank you Val,” she said softly, finally able to let her knees drop. Sinking a little in the tub she let her eyes close a moment. Never one to give herself much time to deal with emotions she stayed that way a few minutes, feeling his gentle touch before slowly opening her eyes again. “You could join me,” she said, sitting up again, letting the water fall down her bare and shiny skin. Despite the events of the evening nothing made Addison feel like Addison more than sex. Alcohol took away the memories and sex made her remember she was still alive.
I said that’s enough of this shit!
Nikki for Venice Magazine, photograped by Patrick Fraser (2010)
One Phone Call|| Alex & Addie
alexrollins-lbpd:
Given the hour he’d been surprised by the interruption of sleep by the call, but in the matter of a few sentences, it all made sense. Reassuring he’d be waiting for the court clerk to open in the morning he did his best to settle down his sister. Sleep would evade him for the rest of the night. After bail was paid he called up and pulled a favor from a supervising correctional officer so Addison wouldn’t be delayed in her release. Alex was waiting patiently-not a strong suit, when the double doors opened. The fact she was in a sweat suit was disturbing enough, but the scattering of bruises he wasn’t prepared for. A tightness settled in his jar as he made his way over to Addison.
Never one to be affectionate with any of siblings he stopped within a couple of feet and crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you see medical in there?” Alex was ready to pull down walls after seeing his sister in such a state. The aggravation had slipped into his tone wasn’t meant for Addison, but rather her treatment: not that she would be able to decipher. Turning towards the entrance as he suggested, “I’m taking you home. You can get cleaned up and something to eat. We’ll figure things out afterward.” The detective in him wanted to barrage her with questions, but the brother in him knew it could wait. Alex escorted her from the building and to the Lincoln which he held the door open as she entered.
Addison didn't know who else to turn too. She had never made friends easily and her only constant companion as a child and teen was her sister, and there was no way she was going to drag Astrid into this, not that she knew a number to reach her at anyway. After everything with Ben the two had drifted apart, Astrid trying to get her life on track and Addie seemingly falling further away and apart. Now here she was sore, scared and sitting in a police station and the only person she knew to call was Alex. Unfortunately Alex couldn't help her immediately and she had to spend the night in a cell. Curled up as tight as she could she covered her ears with her hands and tried to calm her fraying nerves. When she heard the metal clang she nearly jumped out of the bed, and her heart was still racing when the officer told her Alex was here to pick her up.
Seeing him by his car she felt a pang of guilt, she could see the worry etched on his features.Part of her froze as he approached not sure if he would hug her but glad when he stopped a few feet away. Hearing his gruff voice she gave a small shake of her head. "They made sure nothing was broken and examined me," she said softly, her voice gravely and sounding harsh. It wasn't him she was harsh at, her throat burned and she was sure her neck was swollen. "Hence the lovely attire," she said trying to smile but wincing at the pull to her cut lip. Giving a small nod she never thought she'd be so grateful to hear those words. "That sounds wonderful," she mumbled as she slowly sat in his car, subconsciously putting her arm around her ribs. After putting on the seat belt she sat back and felt her eyes close on their own accord. When she heard him get in she turned and forced her eyes open, "Thank you Alex." It was all she could get out, emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Giving a single nod she turned to face ahead, letting her eyes close once more.
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You Rang?
u-and-whose-army:
The demon kept silent as Addison shared the suit had been blemished. Frankly, he couldn’t be bothered by it. There were very few things in this realm he ascribed any worth to, but she meant something. Still not wanting her to think he was upset he simply gave a soft encouraging squeeze as she leaned in. Val knew enough that removing the body back in the kitchen would be an easier fix than trying to bring Addison out the trauma she was stuck in, but he wasn’t about to leave her in it. Every tremor and strained breath was felt and while he wished to wipe the entire incident from her mind he needed information.
Following her in, he turned on the light and was able to get a better look at her disheveled state. Blood dripped down from her hand speckling on the carrara marble floor. Cupping her hand in his own as he trailed a finger over the knife wound closing it. Closing the summoning which had been cast. The only remaining hint of trauma was the blood which still dripped while patches dried.
Standing in the foyer he waited for her to answer the litany of questions he had rattled off. When Addison made mention of what the man wanted his eyes traveled down her body. The dress had been torn and red welts could be seen on both her neck and arms. They would darken over the next few hours turning into substantial bruising. Not always picking up others context immediately he faltered before understanding the meaning. Attempting to be as courteous as possible he asked, “Did he?”
Val stood watching as she entered into the kitchen but quickly followed her in once she went for the liquor bottle. Standing within inches he could tell by the shift of her eyes she was hiding something. Why? Filing away what she did share he thought it best to get the liquor bottle out of her hand before it clouded anything that could possibly help him figure out what had transpired. His request came out stern despite his attempt to soften the tone, “Come let’s get you cleaned up.” Stepping forward he pulled the bottle from her grasp setting it on the counter. Resting a hand on the low of her back escorting her from the room..
She was all over the place and she knew it wasn’t just her thoughts but her words and actions. She needed something solid to stop this runaway interior. Her first thoughts were of course alcohol; that was always her go, at least in situations like this. Her true first go to was sex, despite all that had happened in her life sex was a vice she wouldn’t give up. Not that she would give up drinking either. Pulled from her thoughts of vices she once again saw how much blood she was getting on Val when she leaned in. Though he said nothing she felt the assurance from his arm and the light squeeze and she stopped fretting over it. Her breathing was finally starting to return to a normal repetition and though still shaking she felt some of the weight leaving. Wanting to feel safe, her apartment offered some comfort. The familiar atmosphere began to fill her mind, pushing down the events of the evening though they were still there.
Squinting at the light coming on, the darkness of the kitchen and the hall washing away in the obtrusiveness of the light, she fought the urge to cover her eyes. When Val took her hand she was able to fully see what she had done and a soft gasp escaped. She hadn’t even realized she had cut herself until Val had arrived, only feeling a stinging sensation, but now she could see that she had cut herself deeply. Immediately the worry from that was forgotten as he easily closed the wound. A soft laugh escaped, “That’s a neat party trick,” she mumbled, trying to process his questions as well as think of ways to avoid bringing her father into this. Addison had no doubt, considering who her attacker was, that Ben had arranged this to happen. What she did doubt and couldn’t put her finger on was the why. Why had Ben sent someone to attack her? Glad he hadn’t done it himself she still couldn’t make sense of it, her addled brain unable to process much though.
A blush took to her cheeks when Val studied her body, she could feel the cool air on skin that had recently been covered with a dress and knew she was in a state. Running her hands across her neck she felt the bruising there and knew her arms would look much the same. Unable to stop herself she dropped her head in shame before going to turn from him. Shaking her head she pulled her arms around herself, “No,” she said simply. Tears began to burn again and she turned from him. “He came close but no . . .” Her words dropping, unable to speak what actually almost occurred.
With her back to him, and the kitchen in front Addison made way for the cold liquor that would soothe her. Quickly grabbing a bottle she took a large drink and closed her eyes to the burn. She hadn’t heard him approach and a soft questioning noise came out when the bottle was removed from her hand. Looking down at her blood stained clothes she nodded, figuring she would just shower, but at the feel of his hand on her back she let him lead her to the bathroom. Was he going to help her? The weight of everything suddenly made her feel week and she shifted her weight into him, her head starting to spin. Reaching to unzip what was left of her dress her emotions took over and a sob escaped. Addison hated emotions but could do nothing to stop them from rising up again, and with that she fell into him once again, sobs racking her body. “I’m not a weak person,” she mumbled, emotion still filling her words. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
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She rubbed a hand on Carter’s arm, offering him a small apologetic smile. “I only mean, in the long run, it’s something that should be considered.”
“I’m not–” Carter paused, took a deep breath. “I don’t even want to consider it.” He shifted his gaze from Mara to their companion, the person they were trying to help. “It’s your call, really.”
Addison sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. In the end it was her call, but that didn’t mean she knew what to do. Raising her eyes to Carter she nodded, “Yeah but that doesn’t really help me. I mean I know it’s gotta be my decision but I came to you because I didn’t know what to do.” Taking a sip of her drink she looked down, running her fingers over the grain of the table. “The long run does concern me, but right now I have to consider the present, every day I don’t act it gets worse but if I do act . . .” She couldn’t help but shudder, “That’s what scares me the most.” Raising worries eyes to Carter, “You don’t want to consider it, but we have to.”
One Phone Call|| Alex & Addie
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After all the things that Ben had done over the years there was not much that scared Addison, no in regards to herself. There was always the terror of Astrid being hurt, and she would do nothing to risk Astrid, which was why when they were separated she took it as a sign that her twin and probably all her siblings were better off without her. For the last year or two that was how she chose to live her life. Finding various ways to support herself, most of them not legal, but she only had herself to get hurt, and she was used to that. Shaking her head clear of the once again depressing thoughts she pulled her legs up on the small cot, picking once again at the dried blood under her nails. Addison had no idea what to do, and the guard had let her know she had a phone call she would get to make soon, but who the fuck was she going to call? It had been so long since she had reached out to her family, and there was no way she would bring this situation into Astrid’s life or Andy’s, which left Alex. Addison and Alex had never been close, partly because of his similarities to their father. That was unfair to Alex, but being so far apart in age; she knew right now she didn’t have a choice. On top of that, she was sitting in a jail cell, and who would be better to help her than a cop.
Wearing a sweat suit, at least two sizes too big she pulled the sleeves down and lay down, curling into herself even tighter, if that were possible. It had been a hell of a night, going from bad to worse, and the bruises forming, coupled with the aches in her body left her exhausted. There was still a tremble and she pulled the blanket over her. She had spent the last few hours prodded, poked, and photographed. The police had spent at least an hour going over the events of the evening. She truly felt like there was nothing left of her, and that was when the bars opened and an officer stood there. “Time for that call,” he said stepping back so she could walk out. Heading over to a payphone, more than a little surprised they even still existed she closed her eyes and dialed the number the cop had found for her, for her brother. “Alex,” she whispered through her swollen throat, “It’s Addison, and uhm, I need your help. I’m at the police station.” Hating how her voice had gained emotion and tears were building, “Can you come down and bail me out?” It was a crazy question to ask, but there it was, now the ball was in his court.
You Rang?
u-and-whose-army:
Nothing about this event seemed right. Addison who’d had been trusted part of the business was covered in blood not her own, and holding a knife she brandished on someone. Val knew it was all a matter of defense, but who dare attack her in an establishment of Pavlo’s? Listening to her explanation he looked back to the slain man, but shot her a sharp glance at the mention of his colleague. “He will be no such thing. Oh, he will be angry but not at you dove.”
Something felt off and the demon was compelled to investigate the dead man. If nothing else he hoped to capture his soul which undoubtedly wondered into a realm of purgatory. With the soft cry of his friend, he lowered to a knee as she pleaded for help. Tossing the knife into the sink before he leaned over and scooped her up into his arms. Never good when someone became over emotional he stammered a bit before finally saying, “It’s okay now. No one is going to hurt you. I’m here.” His dark eyes settled on her own trying to convey the sincerity of his words.
Walking from the kitchen he headed upstairs to her quarters knowing full and well once he had her sorted he was going to need to take care of the body in the kitchen. Moving some hair from her face as they walked he stared at her delicate profile. Some humans were so beautiful he thought. Now that they were away from the scene he thought best to try and get the story out of her again. “Who was that man? Had you seen him before? Did he say what he wanted?”
Her mind was reeling with images and replays, the knife in her hand the only thing right now anchoring her from losing it completely. The only way to summon Val was with blood and somehow without thinking she had done just that. Her entire body was shaking as she tried to speak, to get out the words that she needed help. It was only with him there did she realize that her hand was throbbing in pain. “He will be mad,” she said softly, catching him calling her dove, a soothing word from him and another way to anchor herself into this world.
Hearing the knife clanking into the sink she fell into his arms, inhaling his scent and the familiarity of it. Looking up through lashes dripping with tears she pressed her small frame in closer into him. “I’m getting blood on your suit,” she said softly, chuckling dryly at it before another sob slipped forth. Not an emotional person she hated that she was feeling this way, but she knew exactly why she did. That man now dead in the kitchen was sometimes a part of her nightmares, but she didn’t have time to think about it or wonder. Val’s soothing voice brought her down but she was still shaking. Nodding at the words she desperately clung too, she wanted to believe that nothing was coming for her. Doubt niggled at her brain, the fact that the man worked with her father had her doubting that. Val would want to know who he was, or if she knew him and she didn’t want to lie, but she couldn’t bring Ben into this either.
Leaning on him as they headed into her quarters the more removed from the situation she became the easier it was to breathe. Looking down at herself she gasped at how covered in blood she was, and opening her hand she saw it was still bleeding. Her eyes fluttered closed at the gentleness of his touch. Some might be scared of the black orbs of his eyes or the truth of his being but she had never been afraid of him. Opening the door to the apartment she took in a shuddering breath, would she ever feel safe anywhere again? Turning to him, wringing her hands, wincing at the pain of the cut, “He didn’t need to say what he wanted,” she mumbled, looking down at her torn clothes. Giving him her back she headed for the fridge for liquor, not caring what she got blood on. Grabbing the bottle, forgoing glasses and her cut she opened it and took a deep pull. “I’ve seen him before,” she said softly, taking another pull. “He . . . he worked for or with . . . he worked with Ben.” Hoping there weren’t more questions, because honestly she didn’t know she would explain it she shook her head. “He got thrown out last week too.”
January 9, 2018. Nikki Reed and Dell announce jewelry line made from recycled tech at CES in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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Happy Valentine’s Day to my best friend, some gifts to keep us on the right path.
I don't need another taste of your lips, To know I'm home when we're lying here like this, The world could end today, the sun could just fall, Here in this bed we've made, we're safe from it all When nobody believes me, I know you will, When nobody can reach me, I know you will, When nobody can please me, I know you will Whoa, You get me, you get me home, You get me, you get me home, With you, I know I'm home We don't need my father to give his blessing, We don't match on paper, but it don't mean a thing, When all my walls cave in, you pull me through it, When there's a gun at me, you'd take the bullet When nobody believes me, I know you will, When nobody can reach me, I know you will, When nobody can please me, I know you will Whoa, You get me, you get me home, You get me, you get me home, With you, I know I'm home I'm crazy, I get mean, But baby, you adore me, Shut it down, I get mine, My soldier right by my side, My fire, you feed it, Give it to me when I need it, I'm all yours, so take me, Good God, this love's amazing, When nobody believes me, I know you will, When nobody can reach me, I know you will, When nobody can please me, I know you will Whoa, You get me, you get me home, You get me, you get me home, You get me, you get me home, You get me, you get me home, With you, I know I'm home, With you, I know I'm home.
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