FILLE VICIEUSE.

There is no love in her fairytale eyes. She has the heart of a killer, whose lips carry the kiss of death. Her name is only uttered in the dark, like a ghost haunting in the dead of night. She is an angel of death. You could only wish she were a myth.

[rcleplayer]

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edith--k​:

Mrs. Pope’s overreaction made sense in her head because Edith assumed the other a fast car enthusiast… which she denied a second later. So she stood confused for a moment before Carrie’s words gave another explanation for the claws coming out. Those cars reminded her of her late husband and someone damaging must’ve felt like damaging his memory. “My condolences,” there was softness in her tone for a moment before she casually leaned against the hood of her car. “You must’ve been devastated– I know my parents were.” The whole town was, really. “I do realize this has taken too much of your time already. But at least you get a break from your busy day while we wait, no?” Edith wasn’t conventionally pretty which was something she’d been aware of for years but luckily for her, physical appearance wasn’t something as important to her as personal hygiene so her own beauty– or lack thereof– never bugged her. Neither did the beautiful woman’s remark. Maybe it should, though? “And what would you suggest for me to improve?”

Carrie looked at the other as if this entire thing was an inconvenience and what was more of a pain than anything else was the notion that she would have to pretend to accept the sympathies that was handed out. As if she was some doting wife who was mourning the loss of her husband. “I know, it’s very hard. I didn’t know how I was going to go on without him.” Making a show of wiping fake tears from her cheek, the brunette finally cleared her throat before making her way towards her car slowly. Pausing by the front door of her car, she looked over the other. “Physically — a full makeover. Head to toe.” Carrie pointed out before her gaze flicked to the car. “Starting with some new glasses and another driving test.”

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jcvimoreno​:

***

Javier couldn’t say she was wrong, though her assumptions couldn’t be verified either. Agreeing on the fight without asking Wesley first didn’t bring any problems, but the older man made clear Javi would have been held responsible for whatever came out of it, and entirely his fault. A different thing was stepping further into hurting a potential enemy on his own –the retaliations and consequences of his actions for the gang would be brutal, but he assumed than nonetheless, in a worst case scenario, they would back each other up, just as he would do for them. She wanted to get under his skin, and she was good at it, but he just couldn’t give her than satisfaction. He’d play his cards smartly this time. “A family built with trust, we have each other’s backs, but can’t expect you to know that ‘cause you’re not used to that kind of bond… all things considered,” he offered a lopsided smirk. “Not having friends that you can call family is the real shame here, or pitiful actually. So what was it with you? Did your parents didn’t give you enough attention so you became a lonely bitch?” He was holding himself well, he really was, unless until Carrie brought back his mother again. She had her ideas twisted, and of course he wasn’t going to correct her to expose himself even more, but it was hard not to wrap his hands around her neck when the woman he loved the most was on the lip’s of a despicable person. “Get your hands off of me,” he gritted his teeth, maintaining his gaze on her. “If you think you can seduce me you’re dead fucking wrong. I ain’t falling for your looks.”

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Carrie couldn’t help the billow of laughter that parted from her lips when the male continued and echoed his assumptions about her family. Her head shook as she looked him over. “I was the apple of my family’s eye.” A lie and she didn’t care and truth. Her family or upbringing hadn’t made her the person she was today. She’d worked tooth and nail for everything she had. No one had held her hand when she shoved her late husband down those stairs. No one had reassured her when she stood over him and watched him take his last breath. Nor was she coached when she screamed into that phone to tell the police officers that her elderly husband had tripped over his feet down the stairs. It was all her. Not anyone else. “The reason I’m all on my own is because I don’t trust people like you working beneath me.” The brunette hissed as she moved closer. “Little want to be’s who go rogue and try to be big boy. Those little shits who bark up the wrong tree only to realize their mistake when it’s too late.” A grin escaped then, watching as he pulled her arm away from him. “Is that what you thought this was? That I’d seduce you? Darling, I wouldn’t even bend a pinky for you. Especially not get on my knees. I only do that for a real man who has power. Not one with the face only a mother could love.” 

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simonchurch​:

He smirked at Carrie, knowing that she was reading right through him. It was almost like she was able to match his own personality. “I’m not sure where you heard that from,” It wasn’t surprising considering that this town was so small. “Depends what you need. Lemme hear the details,” It was surprising that people didn’t know he’d take someone out for free at this point. He loved killing. 

“I think we should move somewhere a little more discreet.” Carrie said, knowing that while they weren’t necessarily surrounded by people — they were out in the open. As someone who was a suspect in her husband’s death, she couldn’t afford them having any sort of additional reason to look into her again. “I’ll tell you everything. Is there somewhere we can go?”

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drakelis​:

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Drake didn’t like the look on her face. He watched it warily. If he were being honest with himself he’d seen that look on the faces of many people he would much rather avoid and would probably be the better of for it. But still, he had no idea who this woman was. Other than the fact that his coworker had been right about her from the start.

She was fucking crazy.

His mouth moved through a few silent words, his brow furrowing in confusion. He tried to hide it for a few seconds before he merely gave up. “O-…okay.” The word left him slowly. It sounded more like a question as it did. Have fun with whatever you’re planning on doing. I guess? He wanted to add, but it felt a lot like poking a sleeping bear that had just gone on a honey fueled acid trip. The last thing he wanted to do was make her more crazy than she already seemed. “Can I help you with anything else?”

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Carrie was furious but she knew that no true damage could be done to the male. He was too frightened to even make it fun by stripping him of any confidence he had left. Instead, she’d tear his job away and ruin his reputation. 

“Absolutely not,” Carrie said as she looked around. When she turned on her heel, she moved towards an older lady who was tying her shoes. “I’d be careful, if I were you, I heard the machines aren’t sanitized properly and many people caught fungus. I came to interview the worker and he admitted it. You might want to tell the others.” Carrie murmured, peering back at Drake one last time before she left and the woman rushed off to the gym floor.

[chvrliehunnam]

natkelley 🌴 in anticipation of a spicy week here in Miami, here’s a tanned leg moment and sneak peak of the new @desordreboutique coming soon 🌴💃🏽

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edith--k​:

“I did,” she confirmed calmly with a head nod as Carrie once again mentioned her hitting the breaks. The less stylish of the two brought her gaze back to the other. And you were too busy fixing your lipstick to notice, Mrs. Pope. Would be a natural following to her words but Edith wondered if Carrie would even register those words, she was much more interested in her shiny car. “So fast cars are your passion?” If anything, that would explain her defensive attitude and overreacting. The fog was a popular conversation topic in Grimmbrook, because everyone seemed to have an opinion on it– which wasn’t bad, not in the slightest. I thrive under darkness, Edith smirked at those words, even though they sent a cold shiver down her spine. “How so?” Asked she simply. Carrie Pope wasn’t someone she had an opinion about, not yet so she was willing to hear her out and find out how her mind worked. “It will taken care of today, rest assured. –Stocky? Alright, I’ve heard worse,” she claimed, a small smile playing along her lips.

“A passion?” She said with a little laugh as she looked over the car. “No necessarily, my late ex-husband had these cars.” Every single time she mentioned the male, she saw the elderly man with his mouth agape as blood pooled behind his head and the life drained out of him. Funnily enough, the colour of the dark she’d chosen that day had crimson exterior and a white enterior. His favoured car as he felt it represented him well. He had seen snow and she’d only seen blood. “Darling, if you must ask then I think you’re  better off not knowing.” She spoke plainly as she looked over the other. “Never would she openly admit to anything.” Pulling back, she brushed her fingers through her hair and moved back to her car. “I would hope so because I would really hate to have to waste my time coming to find you, Edith.” Carrie told the other one more time as she pried the door open. “Just because no one can see you through the fog doesn’t mean you should let go of yourself.”

[oliviaculpo]

#a look

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simonchurch​:

He nodded, “Maybe that’s on purpose,” Simon wanted people to know that he was serious about his work and could sound scary. And also, be pretty damn scary. “There’s no one around,” He noted, throwing his hands up, “So tell me what do you want.” 

“You’re not stupid, so let’s not act like it.” Carrie spoke softly as she looked him over. “I’m hardly nobody and I’m certain you know that.” If anything, her affiliation with Ursula would have told him as much. “I need your services. I’ve heard you’re worth a pretty penny and open for hire.”

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drakelis​:

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Drake fought a blush forming on his cheeks, looking away for a moment. A half-sorry smile flitted over his features. Yeah well, he hadn’t fooled himself into believing his lie either. He used to be able to do that, quite easily. But ever since he’d gone on the straight and narrow the skill had seemed to evaporate from him.

Who the hell even was this woman though? He’d met and dealt with his fair share of difficult people but her? Lady whose name may or may not be Karen? She really did take the cake. He doubted he’d ever seen her in his life yet here she was claiming she owned the place. He felt his stomach drop to the floor at her threats, mind ticking through a thousand ways to weasel out of his current bind. No one seemed to be coming to his rescue any time soon anyway. The only one who ever did was-

“I- yeah. Sure.” He tried to sound as calm as he could before he took a card and flipped it over to the back so he could write Maggie’s number down on it. The woman had said someone who has the power to fire you. Maggie gave him his job. If anyone could take it away, it would be her. And if he were being honest, he’d rather not see Karen go toe to toe with Maggie Yao. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name?”

Carrie waited patiently for the other to write down the number that she’d need to bring this entire place to its knees. Arms crossed over her chest as she looked him over. A smirk framed her lips then, already thinking up lies to tell that would get many of the liscences removed. 

After all, she was a woman who was used to getting her way and when that was not possible, then she’d flip every table in her way until satisfied. A grin framed her lips when he mentioned her name as she stepped forward and extended her hand to take the piece of paper from him. 

“There’s a reason I didn’t give you my name. I’m sure you’ll know it soon enough.”

[carriepope]

✿

send “✿” for a suggestive text.

[text sent at 1:21 am] i’ve forgotten how good you look between my legs. Come remind me.

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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ursulagallegos​:

Ursula did not make time for people unless they were paying for it. Time was labor, time was missed opportunities with people who might have had deeper pockets and more interesting blackened spirits. Carrie though, she was an exception. The term ‘kindred spirits’ might have felt unfitting for two women who many claimed had no souls at all, but she enjoyed the other woman’s company. Found understanding and even levels of intellect and ambition. 

She watched the little fender bender happen, legs crossed while she sipped her vodka tonic. A smile curled at the edge of her lips because watching Carrie Pope eviscerate another human being was a goddamn artistic experience. She might have been tempted to join in, a shark responding to the scent of blood in the water, but watching Pope work alone was entertainment in and of itself. So Ursula waited, a patient voyeur, till the innocent soul was in tears and Carrie seemed to have aged backwards five years, the sheer satisfaction of destroying someone smoothing out her face, she was practically glowing as she finally joined Ursula at their table.

“I took the liberty of ordering your favorite cocktail,” she greeted, brows raised. “Figured you’d need the soothing bite of hard liquor stat.” 

Carrie sneered at the tears that rolled down the woman’s face as she stumbled back from each insult the brunette fired her direction. “Wipe that pig snout of yours. I’d hate to find you’ve wrapped your car around the lamp post because you couldn’t take a little bit of truth. Plus, that face is enough to put a child in therapy.” Placing her sunglasses on, she peered down at the bump in her car and groaned. 

Thankfully the other had called the insurance and spun it around to ensure that they would cover for the damages. Well, mainly because she had been the one to take the phone from the other and mentioned how she’d reversed into her car. Not that the other dared say otherwise. Just as she was about to turn and enter her car, dark hues lifted to the voice at her left. “Not just a pretty face, I see.” Carrie smirked as she slid into her car and swerved into the nearest parking lot. In little time the brunette made her way to the other, taking the empty seat. 

“No, it’s when I’m forced to play nice with my deceased ex-husband’s daughter that I require the bite of hard liquor. That was fun. But I’m never above a celebratory drink.”

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edith--k​:

Edith’s parents had described Mr. Snow’s new wife as lovely, charming, sweet. The raging woman before her now was anything but, she looked like she was ready to raise hell if Edith gave a wrong answer. It wasn’t her intention to do so. After all, would Winifred get mad if she offended her stepmother, her family? “I did stop,” she confirmed with a head nod but didn’t proceed to give Carrie a reason why– she doubted the woman cared, her main focus seemed to be her precious car. “Already on it,” she lifted the phone, calling the police. “I’ll make sure my insurance company takes care of everything,” the police informed her they would send a dispatch to the area. The only problem now was, both of them had to wait. Together. “Right,” she agreed, the corner of her lips curling into a smirk. “You seem like a resourceful woman, though. I doubt you’d ever let something as meaningless as fog send you spiraling into a depression.” Carrie Pope had money, she had power, she had the means to trick herself into thinking life was beautiful. “Anything else I can do for you, Carrie? I hear the White Stallion is a good auto shop, they’ll take good care of your car there.” 

Carrie was a woman who liked to be dramatic. Especially if it served as entertainment for herself. It was a great passion of hers to find the taller and most confident in the room and to tear them down to nothing. Whether successful or not, she always walked away with her head tall and red bottom heels. “Good.” The woman said with a shake of her head as she turned towards her car. “You stopped abruptly.” Perhaps she had been too close behind or not paying attention, but she’d rather place her hand in fire then admit to any fault. Turning on her heel at the mention of resource, she couldn’t help but smirk. “I’m worried about those with fractured mental health.” She tilted her head as she looked the other over. “Don’t worry about me, darling. It may be depressing but I thrive under darkness.” The fucking lighting was shit for some selfies but the fog only bothered her in the day. At night, when most of her dealings occurred, she thrived under the blanket of the city. “I have my own personal mechanic who will be able to fix this himself. I’m sure your insurance will contact mine, yes?” She questioned as she began to move to her car. “You’re already stocky, be gentler on the pedal.”

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simonchurch​:

“Fuckin’…I said that needed to be in by tonight, I got a business to run!” Simon yelled into his phone. The man on the other side of the call was lucky that they weren’t conversing in person. “Listen Matt, if there’s not a new shipment out by tonight, we’re gonna have a problem,” He didn’t want to make too many threats on a phone, knowing that that could be traced back. “I need my damn whiskey,” Hanging up the phone, Simon turned his head, spotting a figure. “What are you lookin’ at?” He spat out, “You better have not been eavesdropping on a private conversation.” 

Carrie couldn’t help but snort when she heard the male snap at whomever was on the phone and then at the male by her left who’d looked up. Peering back at him, her brow raised slightly as dark hues flicked across the expense of his form. “You speak louder enough for everyone around you to hear the details of your call.” While she knew better than to elaborate more on that given her own involvement in shipments that needed to be distributed. “I think we should speak privately. Perhaps something you should take note of next time you’re having a sensitive conversation.” 

[carriepope]

jcvimoreno​:

He should have remained collected and not give himself away, he knew better than this, yet, this woman only brought the worst in him pushing all the wrong buttons, and he falling like an idiot on her trap. Giving your enemies (or whatever she was at this point) this sort of a leverage,letting them know a weakness, was never good. At least he was aware that keep biting the bait would only make him get to a point where he would lash out, and he wouldn’t be held responsible of his actions. He didn’t want to be kicked out of the bar because of her, it was his free night. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes from a brief second, trying to control his anger. “You’re not worth the trouble, but if you were that smart and you say you are, you’d know that people with fucked up childhoods are dangerous and capable of many things.” He took a step forward to her, challenging even, as he stretched his hand to grab his drink. “You see? You think we’re all like the morons who work for you that only follow orders, I can make my own decisions.” With a shrug, he took a swing of the whiskey, followed by a slight lean towards her face. “Don’t fucking test me, bitch,” he smirked, finally moving to the seat next to her. 

Carrie drummed her fingers upon the surface of the bar as she watched the male attempt to collect himself. She was willing to bed he knew he’d fucked up. Daddy and mommy issues were always quiet interesting. It meant that they’d both want validation while feeling hatred for it. Something she could definitely play on if she just pressed the right buttons. “Nothing to lose,” the brunette quipped as she looked back at him. “Though I don’t believe it’s the case for you. You’ve found a second family and I’m willing to bet that you care for them very much.” A grin crept upon her lips as she looked him over. “What a shame it would be if they’d push you aside. That’d be a real mess in addition to your horrible upbringing.” A wry grin crept upon her lips. “I’m sure you can make your own decisions but I don’t think that they’ll be viewed nicely with those above you.” Leaning forward then, she moved onto his space until her mouth moved in closer to the shell of his ear. “I can coddle you the way mommy didn’t. That’s all you really need, right? Someone to tell you how proud they are of you?” She grinned then, a hand trailing down the front of his chest before she pulled back and laughed.

[carriepope]

edith--k​:

Edith Kennedy’s second car accident was admittedly less traumatizing and it left the brunette much less upset but still, she found herself gripping the wheel as the buzzing her head was laced with Carrie Pope’s screaming. Edith needed a moment, to steady her breathing, to tmake herself believe it was alright. However it seemed as though the other woman wouldn’t give her a moment– or a second to think so she balled her fists and forced herself to put on a neutral expression. Now, as someone who was extra careful behind the wheel and always checked all her mirrors twice, she was certain it wasn’t her fault. “Good afternoon, Carrie. You look beautiful, as always.” Yes, Montgomery Snow’s widow pretty much looked a Greek Goddess (or a Fury). If Edith had to point out one single flaw on her beautiful face, if she had to do it– she’d have to go for the smudge of lipstick staining the corner of her mouth. “You have little something…” and she pointed to the corner of her own lips. Instead of stating the obvious, taking a wild guess what the reason for Carrie’s clumsily applied lipstick had been, Edith nodded in understanding, ready to take the blame if necessary. “My apologies, it must’ve been the fog. It drives us all a little crazy, doesn’t it.”

Carrie Pope was fuming. Any little mishap that life or other individuals that got in her way was infuriating to the brunette who was used to get what she wanted whenever she wanted it. If she didn’t get it, then she would ensure that she did what was needed. Therefore, she was a little taken aback when she met someone who immediately complimented her. Certainly the way to her heart. “You stopped.” She hissed, though she had visibly relaxed by the way her shoulders fell, smoothing out the front of her dress after the compliment. A hand moved to her mouth, shifting towards the others car as to see in the mirror. “Well, isn’t that just a result of this mess.” Her head shook as she wiped the smear from her face and sighed. “Don’t get me started on the fucking fog. It’s going to send us all right into a depression.” Her head shook, peering back at the other. “So, shall we call the cops so your insurance can deal with this.” A hand waved to the bump in her car. leaning down to thumb at the mark until she realized it was a mere smear. “Oh,” she hummed, pulling back. “You should really watch out next time.”