Lovely, but deadly

Receptionist at Sugar Rub, 28, Spy/Assassin, Royal of Purgatory

[anastasiajones]

donovanypd​:

He laughs at her choice of words, shaking his head. “No hole, unfortunately. I’m just always working or chasing after my kids, these days,” he lets out in a single breath, blinking a few times to allow his eyes from being blinded by the bright lights that had shone in his eyes. 

“What about you? What have you been up to?” He asks. When she offers the shot, the man’s face brightens up, happily taking the glass and lifting it to his nose to give it a little sniff. And just a few seconds later, he mimics her, downing the shot. He reacts the taste, shaking his head, before setting the empty glass, ready to follow Ana anywhere she’d take him. 

“Where are we going, again?”

“That's exactly the hole I'm talking about.” Ana yelled through the music with a smirk on her face as she started to push through the crowd of people, her gaze set on the metal staircase. “Just follow me!” She said as she reached the staircase and walked up just to come to an inside balcony with couches and its own bar. She walked to one booth and slid in, waiting for Don to join.

As she sat down, she let her eyes skim the man in front of her once again to confirm that indeed it was him. “There is nothing much about me. Living my beautiful life in beautiful New York.” She answered on the question he posed inside and she was too tired to yell through the music. “You still in NYPD?” 

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ckrongold​:

♔

   ❝Of course I’d miss you.❞ It was a no-brainer; it was clear that Chris was just as fond of Ana as she was of him (or at least, he hoped she was!). Narrowing hazel hues to her, he tried to push back just as much. ❝I could snitch on you if I wanted to.❞ Not that he would, but it was fun to joke about doing so.

    The particular news of Ana’s friend further brightened his already giddy tone. ❝Please do. Any little thing could help.❞ At this point, he was willing to do anything and everything to expedite the process of getting that damn file report. The NYPD was taking their sweet time, and it was starting to get a little annoying now. ❝And I’m not leaving you out. I’m trying to get everyone sorted for this. We’re doing it step by step. You know I’d call on you if I need you, right?❞ he countered, giving her a raise of his brow this time. 

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It maybe wasn't such a big deal, yet for Ana the simple assurance from Chris that he would indeed miss her presence spread a nice feeling over her that she could not hide in her smile even when she turned her head down and looked to the ground for a split second before she returned her gaze back to him. “But you don't want to because I would find you and I would make you pay.” Narrowing her eyes back at him, she forced the corners of her lips to stay monotone.

At his confirmation she nodded. She wanted to do as much as she could for Chris and the rebuilding of the spa and if this was it then she wanted to make sure she tries her best. “Okay, I'm just making sure you did not forget about your biggest fan, that is all.” She chuckled lightly, rubbing her palms on her thighs as she looked up to the gym space in front of her and then turned back to Chris. “Now, you wanna have some punches with me or you came here just to stalk me from afar?”

[saudiam]

[sanabakkouh]

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camillexrodriguez​:

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Camille shook her head at her words. “It’s my job, Ana. You need me and I’m here any time.” She told her as she walked into the apartment, moving to put her bag down on the arm of the couch as she gestured for the blonde to come sit down. “Okay, just tell me where everything is so I can attend to it but I’m gonna need you to try and be as honest with me as you can about the wounds so I know what I’m dealin’ with here. You don’t gotta tell me how or anything but I’ll need to know the levels of pain.”

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Well, thank you anyway.” She gave the woman a small smile as she sat down onto the couch as instructed and watched around as Camille started take out numerous tools from her bag. 

She gulped down her suddenly dry throat, nodding at her words. There was no point in holding something back from here in this scenario. “Alright so, my leg.” She started dryly, wrapping her fingers around the bottom of her joggins and slowly started to roll them up, revealing a bandaged calf. She carefully unrolled the white fabric from her leg just for Camille to see the wound. 

“Bullet was removed and it was stitched. I kept it bandaged and clean. This one hurts the most. I'm trying not to walk on it, but well...” Ana said genuinely, looking down and observing her leg before she looked up at the woman, hoping to get more professional opinion. “I didn't know when to take out the stitches...or how. So I kept it there. It's around a week or so.” 

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donovanypd​:

Donovan hadn’t expected to literally run into someone he knew that night. It was a great surprise to see Anastasia. He could hardly remember the last time he had seen her.

“Ana!” He says, now smiling to the girl, wasting no time and giving her a friendly, side hug. He was a hugger, he couldn’t help it. Donovan saw everyone in his life, as important, and wanted to make sure they knew.

“What’s going on? How’ve you been?”

-

The excited reaction from the man prompted Ana to crack a genuine smile in his direction as he pushed her in for a hug. “Fuck, Don. Hi.” She chuckled pulling away. Seeing his face suddenly uncovered so many memories that she long thought she forgot, which resulted in her heart hammering in her chest violently. 

“I-I'm fine..I guess. What hole have you been hiding in?” At these times it was hard to genuinely answer on such question therefore she wanted to turn the attention in his way. She looked around with furrowed eyebrows, music still blasting and people going crazy around them. “Wait, you wanna go out?” She yelled through the noise, with every word she needed to lean in to make sure he hears properly. “Take this.” She gave him one of the shots that she held in her hand and the other that she kept raised into the half-air as a salute before downing the liquid. “Now we can go.”

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ckrongold​:

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   ❝Maybe…❞ His tone was only playful, accompanied by a mischievous chuckle. Though really, if she was gonna get sick of him, surely it must have happened in the years they spent at Sugar Rub, seeing and working with each other every day. Her cheeky response earned an eye roll; she may or may not have had clearance to be working out again and exercising. ❝I ought to snitch on you for that.❞ he warned with a knowing look on his features.

    Though things had been slow going in terms of recovery, well, it was still recovery; he would be thankful of it at every turn. ❝Thanks. We’re in the up and up.❞ The sooner they could move forward to the direction of ‘normal’, the better it was for them. 

   Thus, the prospect of tomorrow though, for him, had quite a picture in it already. ❝Well, I’m planning on hounding the NYPD for the officially file report on the spa. I have some investors willing to stay put for the spa, while others need some buying out. I also have to give everyone’s salary, plus arrange some work alternatives for everyone. At the very least, I have to make sure everyone’s financially managing now. When that’s fixed, then I’ll go on with rebuilding the spa. Emilie said she might have a location for the next site.❞ Chris was all too happy to talk about the future he had prepared loosely, in the chances of seeing them through.

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Ana pouted in Chris' direction before her lips twitched back into a grin. “Nah, I don't believe you. You'd miss me too much, I know it.” She gave him a nudge with her elbow right before her lips parted in an over exaggerated surprise. “Ha, you wouldn't dare.” She forced a serious almost threatening tone with still the same sprightly glint behind her eyes. 

When he started to talk about the future of the spa, Ana relished in the sight of the excitement spark in his eyes as he talked about it. And although she was unsurprisingly overwhelmed with everything that he has to plan and work out she was happy the rebuilding is slowly but surely starting to come into reality. 

“Actually I recently met an old friend that could help with the NYPD part. I don't want to promise anything, but I can surely ask him if he can push Sugar rub as a priority.” Ana proposed with a raise of her brow and questioning look. “Also. Don't leave me out, I want to help with anything there is I could help with.”

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ckrongold​:

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   ❝Gotta. Told you you were gonna get sick of me.❞ he teasingly replied, as he shot her a playful, mischievous look. In truth, his nosy ass tracked her down and asked around for her usual spots. And though she claimed that she had rested enough, Chris remained doubtful. ❝Did the team give you an all-clear?❞ he asked, wanting to be a 100% sure she was in the clear for exercise.  

   ❝Yeah, we’re doing good. Got some rest, but not a lot. Gabe’s alright though. He’s slowly doing therapy to be able to walk effectively again.❞ the male shared, sounding like he was in a better mood than before. After all, he had since focused on wanting to work through everything, wanting to see the ‘silver lining’ in most things. ❝But yeah, we’re getting on and along.❞

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“For the love of god, I'm starting to think you want me to get sick of you.” Ana shook her head in disbelief with the same smirk playing on her lips. She was ready to punch into his head that it's impossible to get sick of him no matter how hard she would try, since her words did not have any effect apparently. “Of course they did!” She exclaimed as she waved with her hand but stopped herself, giving Chris a look. “I might've missed the message where they said it, but I'm sure they don't mind.” 

With her hands on her laps, she started to correct her bandages on her hands and wrists as she listened and gave Chris a small nod. “I'm really glad to hear that.” She raised her glance to look at the male next to her and pressed her lips into a thin line. Hearing what Gabe had to go through she was silently happy that her gunshot wound was not as severe as to tie her to the bed with her leg up in a sling. Although just now training she realized that it will take months for her to be up and running normally again. “What are your plans to do next, then?”

[saudiam]

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ckrongold​:

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   It should have been no surprise that Ana was already back on her feet. After all, she was exactly the type to push herself well to her limits without so much hesitation. He could only hope, however, that she had had sufficient rest and time to allow her body to heal, just as they had talked about.

   Spotting her, Chris headed to her, a spring in his step as he did. ❝Lookin’ good, Ana.❞ he quipped, finally coming to a stop, before joining her on the bench. ❝Had a hunch you’d be at the gym already. And heck, I was right.❞ Noting the scar on her leg, he supposed it was where she was shot, considering how fresh it still looked. ❝Good to see you on your feet again.❞

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“Hi, handsome.” Ana's face involuntarily formed a smile upon her features as her eyes spotted Chris. She chuckled with a light exhale, leaning backwards against the wall to get her deserved break after pushing herself and turned her head towards Chris. “You stalking me now?” She teased with a smirk on her lips as she took another sip from her bottle before setting it beside her. 

“Good to be on my feet again. Couldn't stand being at home anymore, but I promise I got my rest and I was healing properly.” She said quickly just in case Chris would doubt the fulfilling of her promise to him. “I hope you got some too.” She looked at him suggestively before continuing. “You and Gabe are doing okay?”

[donovanypd]

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologizes quickly, upon pumping into someone, making sure to keep his drink from spilling. The music was loud, the room was crowded, and it was starting to get so warm that it was a little hard to breathe in there. But that didn’t matter. People were out to have fun, not complain about the might.

“I just—it’s a little crowded, isn’t it?” He asks in a light laugh.

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[anastasiajones]

The hard bass of music was pumping in Ana's ears as she was making her way through the crowded dance floor with drinks in her head. She was heading to a table with a group of people from where she definitely wanted to take one person home. It was apparent that she had enough alcohol to already feel tipsy and the atmosphere of the club was playing into Ana's plans to get as hammered as she can. 

Up to one point she managed to avoid any contact with people that were crazily dancing around, until an elbow bumped into her hands and made some amount of alcohol spill down her hands. “Oh for fuck's sake.” She groaned, raising her head, ready to snap at anyone who wasn't careful around but the words caught in her throat as her eyes met with a familiar face. 

At first she thought she is just drunk and not seeing properly, but by squinting her eyes she made sure he was exactly who she thought he was. “Donovan?” The name came out a mixture of surprise and shock. In the end it was years since she had seen the man in front of her. 

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ltpeterdarden​:

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Seeing that his presence wasn’t openly unwanted by the woman, Peter settled more comfortably onto the bench and nodded at her thanks. He wasn’t just throwing her a line, the woman genuinely had some fire. It was easy to see. As expected, his comment about her pushing too hard got a reaction out of the woman, though that wasn’t as defensive or annoyed as he had expected it to be either. It seemed as if she was actually thinking about what he said. “I get that, but you can’t make up time by rushing it.” He reasoned.

When her eyes darted down to her scar, Peter’s followed for a moment until he pulled his gaze back to her face, meeting her eyes once again when she returned them to him as well. Her guesses as to his career had a chuckle falling from his lips, the man running a hand over his head as she shook it. “Neither, but great guesses.” He told her, dropping his hands to clasp as his elbows rested on his knees. Way back in the day the thought of being a personal fitness trainer had crossed his mind, but it was never fulfilling enough of a career path for his need to serve his community, wherever that community was. “I’m a firefighter actually. My unrequested opinion just comes from years of loving the gym and years of getting random injuries that kept me out of it.” He explained. “Felt like I was going crazy by the third day, by the fifth I was willing to just suffer time and time again as long as it meant I didn’t have to sit around any longer.”

-

“I guess you're speaking from your own experience.” Although it was posed as an observation it was more of a question. Frankly, Ana had many injuries throughout her days yet she never had to deal with a gun shot wound  and her suddenly weakened body was something she did not expect and did not want to accept. 

His genuine amusement forced Ana to turn the corners of her lips upwards, trying to hide the sudden embarrassment of her failed deduction. And as he continued, she got the answer she wanted. She let out a huff and a small nod at his words. “Yeah, you can tell me about that. I felt like I was going insane just sitting around in my apartment.” She shook her head lightly. At the beginning she wanted to anything else than to move but later it started to have an effect on her. She was never the one to sit and wait or be too comfortable. 

“Anyway, what was your injury? If you don't mind me asking.” Hearing from his words, she got that it couldn't have been just random scratch in the field but something more serious to have him rehabilitate at home for longer period.

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remy-stormwind​:

-

“I see what you mean. If anyone in our world wants a baby, they’d probably have to time it right.” Obviously it can be hard to plan these things, but if a couple had the option to not have a baby when the gang they’re in are in the middle of a war, they might take that option. When Remy’s parents had him, his father’s gang were at the peak of their reign. There were no enemies, they had a lot of the police force working for them, raising a kid was easy. If they wanted that here in New York, taking down the Devils would have to be even more important.

“Yeah, kids growing up to hate their parents seem to be an occurring theme around here,” He says, already having Chris and Malcolm in mind, but there were other families that seemed to get along fine like Liam and his parents. “Guess people just worry so much about not wanting to do what their parents do that they sometimes fuck up their kids in other ways.”

He laughed at the other’s joke, staking the plates and glasses before taking them back to the kitchen “Touche. Well if one of us had to have a happy ending tonight, I’ll happily be the one.” He quickly cleans the dishes with some soapy water before slipping them into the dish washer. When he returns back to the living room he checks the time. “Do you wanna crash here tonight? I can grab my extra pillows and blankets and the couch pulls out into a bed.”

-

Ana nodded at his words, looking into the emptiness of his living room, completely lost in the thought of family and the fact that the biggest possibility is she will never have one. “When is even a good time for that?” She scoffed, furrowing her eyebrows. “One week we are all on top of the world and the other some shit happens again.” It was quite literal description of what was happening for the past months.

“Yeah, I guess.” Ana mumbled, not really knowing how to relate that much to the topic. She knew her real parents for six years, true they managed to fuck her up in that short period of time quite nicely but never she felt a strong bond to any of her foster parents that would even prompt her to hate them.

Raising her head to see Remy stand in front of her when she returned form the kitchens he gave him a small smile. “I mean, if you're not planning on having any more company I'd really appreciate that.” She said genuinely, pressing her lips to a straight line. She would gladly take the offer as she could not imagine sleeping alone in her empty apartment right away. “Do you have some clothes I can change into? I hate these fucking rags the guy gave me.” She looked down on herself and on the oversized shorts and shirt, that stenched of her sweat and dried blood. 

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ltpeterdarden​:

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Though Peter tended to take advantage of the firehouse’s gym more often than not, there were times when he needed a good work out without his buddies jeering or challenging him and one another around him the whole time. Sometimes he just needed to pick shit up and put them down and zone out into the space in his mind saved for the physical exertion of stress. He had found that zone and thought he was deep enough in that zone, when a few strained female grunts had his attention pulled elsewhere. At first, a slight wave of annoyance washed over him as there was nothing more irritating that a loud gym-goer, but as he watched the woman throw a few tight punches, that annoyance faded into curiosity and concern.

It was good that she stopped when she did, saving Peter from the awkwardness of going over and suggesting that she do so. She looked to be only a few good swings away from tearing or straining a muscle. It was obvious that her body was familiar with the form needed to put controlled power behind striking the bag, but the physicality of that power was lacking. He’d bet she was bouncing back from an injury, having been there many times himself. Grabbing his own water bottle, Pete made his way over to the woman, not being able to fight of his concerned nature even if he bothered to try and took a careful seat next to her. “That was impressive.” He offered out first, trying his best not to completely bulldoze and ‘dad-lecture’ her to death like his fire fighters often gave him shit for doing to them and anyone else within a mile radius. He didn’t miss the scar and wondered just how often this woman found herself on the wrong side of major injuries. “You’re pushing too hard though. It’s obvious you’re a fighter, or have at least been trained to throw a punch and throw it well, but you push too hard and you’re gonna kill all your progress healing whatever it is you hurt.” He advised, more than aware that it might not be welcome.

-

Usually Ana avoided talking to men while being in gym. Everybody knows how it usually goes with women in leggings and desperate men trying to start a conversation. However the genuine tone in the man's voice that sat next to her, making the weight on the bench shift, gave Ana hope that she is wrong and this won't be one of the usual conversations. “Thank you.” She gave him a nod, bringing the bottle to her lips once again and watering down her dry throat, her eyes rested in front of her as she travelled with her gaze around the room.

His next words, however, made her divert her eyes in his direction. She took time to look him up and down. Clearly the man had some expertise or life-long experience, seeing his refined muscles and strong physique. Then her eyes came back up to his face and right away to the boxing bag before returning to the man as she let his words settle in. “It's a hobby” She explained briefly. “I'm just trying to get back on what I missed.” She leaned with her body forward to rest her elbows on her knees before continuing. “I got too lazy and now...” she furrowed her eyebrows, looking down on her scar as if she saw it for the first time, “now I can't keep up with myself, it looks like.” She let out a chuckle, giving the man a side look before turning her head in his direction. 

“You're a trainer or something? Or physiatrist?” She mused, thinking that would be the reason for his professional opinion. “Although, to be honest you look more like the first one to me. Not that physiatrist couldn't be ripped, but you know, they usually aren't..as much.” 

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stephanie-alcott​:

Stephanie let out a small sigh at her unfortunately accurate revelation. “Guilty as charged.” She shrugged. “You want some kind of  carnival prize or some shit? ‘Cause I’m all out of giant teddy bears. Sorry.” Her tone wasn’t at all venomous, just simply deadpan. She really didn’t want to be reminded of her family or the family name any more than was necessary.  The blonde didn’t particularly want to offer up any further information but she had a feeling if she wasn’t the one to speak, the stranger would keep going, possibly making it far worse. “Stephanie…I’m…I was Evan’s kid. That’s really all you need to know.” With those words, the blonde took a few steps closer. Any chance that’s enough to earn me your name and that cig I already asked for?”

-

Ana clicked her tongue, giving the woman's face another brief scan before she raised her hands half into the air with her palms facing Stephanie. “Alright, sorry, no need to get all offended and shit.” Ana chuckled, dropping her hands down. 

“Well, Stepahnie...It is nice to officially meet you,” she placed the cigarette in her mouth, holding it there as she started to fish in her pockets for a full pack. “I'm Ana and I see you're not really fond of talking about your family.” She talked in mumbled voice through the cigarette while she took out the pack and handed it to the woman before grasping her own smoke back in between her fingers and exhaling. “I get that. But even considering your history, there is no need to avoid us.” 

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teddy-nicolescu​:

“Just because I’ve seen everything, doesn’t mean I can’t be surprised too” Teddy smirked glancing back towards his friend. He had to admit the words he said didn’t make any sense, but sometimes logic flew right out the window when he was trying to be his usual charming self. “ Oh come on Ana, I am always dealing with the consequences, besides it’s nothing I can’t handle. “ Who would ever mention something to him to his face anyway? Teddy was that kind of person who always was ready for a party, but could turn on a dime.

“ You owe yourself one. I don;t think I’ve ever seen you have a day off really. “ Teddy laughed only to change his expression just as quickly. Him getting injured he could handle. He got hurt a lot, because it was part of the job. Hearing someone else got hurt made the enforcers blood boil. “ That guy still breathin? “ Teddy replied looking over. “ Cause if he is we should fix that. “ He knew she was brushing it off, but Teddy wasn’t so quick to calm down. 

“ Isn’t it everyone’s dream life? A good time all the time?’

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Ana had to take a few, just looking at teddy with parted lips and a small smile playing on her lips. “Sometimes your words are so hard to understand and I didn't even had that much to drink.” She said finally with a chuckle and a shake of her head, leaning backwards in her chair. 

Taking a sip of her drink, she gulped faster than usually just to lean forward. “Remy may seem small and all cute but he is actually a devil in disguise. Like the little kid from The Incredibles. Cute but will burn down your house.” With the shift of his attitude, the smirk on Ana's lips even deepened. “Calm down, rambo. He won't be for long, that I can assure you. Not like I or anyone from us, for that matter, would let him get away with it.” She scoffed, just a thought of his audacity to come up to a Royal like that made her blood boil. 

“I guess you're right.” She sighed, pressing her lips to a thin line. “I was just hoping, choosing a reckless life like this would have more of the 'fun time'.” She grew up long ago from thinking being in a gang was just money, alcohol, drugs and sex. But the adrenaline rush and excitement was too much of an addicting feeling to let go.