poison & daggers.

lourdes 'faust' campeon lopez. xxviii. prospect for the devil's disciples.

[chingcnas]

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

“sometimes shit doesn’t work out--” a lot of times it doesn’t. “--but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it. i did some wild shit for my last girlfriend. we didn’t work out, but she’s happy. it was worth it.”

[fuckyeahdamose]

Did I, uh–did I say something wrong? I’m getting a vibe like I just made a really bad first impression.

[chingcnas]

faust & aurora, auroragillenkerk.

Aurora was in the bathroom of La Luna, washing her hands when she ran into Faust. She was one of the prospects of the Devils. She had too been a prospect not too long ago so she understand what it felt like to be one and all. Upon her question to the blonde, she spotted and raised a curious brow. Bruises from a night and hickies tended to look the same. If someone had a crazy night like many had after the party at Rendezvous, the possibility of waking up the next morning with strange marks on your body wasn’t a far stretch.

“Hmm,” she spoke out, stepping close to inspect the mark on the exposed skin a bit more in detail. “Based on the location and from my own personal experiences, I’d say that’s probably a hicky,” she told the woman. “What do you think it is?”

faust had kept to the strict no hookups policy she’d had since coming to charming, but it wasn’t permanent. she’d simply resolved not to date or hook up with anyone until she got a feel for the place after she’d seen a dramatic blow out between cisco and his ex. in los angeles, you could lose an ex much more easily or at least avoid some of the drama, but in charming she was pretty sure that half the town had already dated one another and with all the drama in the devils right now over sam, she was glad she’d stuck to her guns. unless ... she hadn’t.

“no mames,” she told aurora with a smile that bordered on annoyed. “it better fucking not be. i’d rather have taken a punch to the tit by one of those wolf pups then end up with a mystery hickey.” honestly, if the truce between the two gangs was violated, it would take more than a punch, but faust couldn’t help but hope it dissolved someday. she hated the work the wolves did and, if she’d been back home, they would’ve been on her list. instead, she’d left la sirena behind to turn over a slightly new leaf and she wasn’t gonna fuck things up for her brother. “are you busy? i say we retrace my steps that night like a coupla noir detective or something and figure it out.”

[chingcnas]

💌 Faust

Cliff: The fuck is a segue?

Cliff: Gotta head out to inspect with Sawyer tomorrow but I'm gonna head out with the truck for some supplies

Cliff: There better not be a speck of dust on my baby when I come back

faust: are you serious?

faust: nevermind.

faust: how long are you leaving for?

[chingcnas]

faust & caden, cadenpogue.

“God Dammit – what the hell are you sneaking around like that? I could have used your head as batting practice.” The man mused, shaking his head from side to side. Was he expecting any company? Nope, judging by his attire of being shirtless and only sporting his boxers. “If you used a key, I definitely am going to have take that shit back.” That possibility he would have learned his lesson if this were the case. Sharing was definitely not caring in regards to privacy.

“uh, what?” faust asked, setting down the box she carried, hands raised to show that she wasn’t a threat to him. “i mean, i’m really glad you didn’t. i’m very fond of my head being attached to my body.” she didn’t know caden well, but she didn’t know anyone in charming well and it worked both ways. she tended to keep her old life to herself even if that meant being treated like she was green to the world like the rest of the prospects. she didn’t take it personally. “pan--” she began with her brother’s childhood nickname, before realizing that he’d wring her neck if she got the devils calling him pancho. “francisco sent me to drop off some shit, but mostly it looks like he’s just trying to pawn off some shit he doesn’t want on you.” stooping down to dig through the box, she held up a couple dvds and ps4 games. “unless you’re like, super into the return of xander cage and fallout 76.”

[chingcnas]

faust & mariel, marielbuenaventura.

LOCATION: CURLY BOPS

TIME: NOON

STATUS: CLOSED FOR ( @chingcnas​​ ​)

It was self-care day for Mariel. Without a doubt she needed it after the week she had. Luckily her mother was visiting for the time being which meant that Reyna had a caregiver, especially one that she could trust. Things were slowly looking up, now if she could keep up with the positive vibes and run with it, then she wouldn’t have a problem. The first order of business was getting her nails done. It was about time for a refill and so she made her way to Curly Bops and upon her arrival, she noticed a familiar face. “Oh this is perfect.” she declared once she locked eyes with Faust. “Shut up, you work here?” Turning to the receptionist, she pointed at the brunette and said, “I want her like now and I’ll pay extra if someone even has an appointment with her.” Whether or not they allowed it, she still went towards Faust and greeted her with a smile. “See I normally head to the city to get my nails done, but I knew I needed to be frugal at this point seeing as there was a salon here. I was just hesitant on who to trust, but you! You’re here and I like you. Can you save me?” She then pouted and held her nails up that clearly needed a refill. 

curly bops wasn’t really her usual clientele, but she’d only ever done her friends’ or ex-girlfriend’s nails back home. the kinds of clientele she had back home were people who wanted revenge on those who operated outside of the law, much like herself. it was a lifestyle she missed, particularly on bright sunny days working at a salon where she mostly did squared french tips or manicures to match high school football team colors. it was neither exciting nor creatively engaging and between boring manicures and playing prospect at her brother’s mc, faust felt like her life was in a stalemate. no real friends. no romantic prospects. no real respect. the latter largely being her own fault. she was never one to announce her own accomplishments and was ardent in her belief that the loudest badass in a room was usually the weakest. instead, she kept herself aloof, but not quite as stoic as her brother, and reminded herself to bide her time. that any life was better than none at all. 

these things were on her mind as she sat, drinking some yerba mate at her station and staring out the window while tapping a file against the desk. she didn’t have another appointment for a few hours and was debating on just going home and coming back when a familiar voice caught her attention. “yeah--hey, mariel, right? from the park?” sitting up a little straighter, faust found herself a little bit relieved at her presence, always grateful to take a walk-in that wasn’t the usual faire. lowering her voice to a stage whisper, she agreed with mariel. “yeah, i’d go to the city, too. thankfully, i’ve done my own nails awhile now.” and, the nice thing about charming--as boring as it was--was that she didn’t need to watch her back all the time. it meant she could enjoy frivolous things like stiletto nails again. “what’re you thinking? do you want to keep the color and shape or want something new?” faust asked, pulling out a chair. “and let’s talk length.”

[kaiabalder]

✧ faust

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[chingcnas]

💌 Faust

Cliff: Yo prospect

Cliff: Where the hell were you at the event? Too busy doing errands?

Cliff: Speaking of errands..................

faust: yup.

faust: nope.

faust: is that a segue or an innuendo?

[chingcnas]

@auroragillenkerk​, for reacting to my starter call. location: women’s restroom at la luna.

looking in the mirror, faust grimaced. thank fuck the foundation day celebration was over and she could navigated the town again without being trapped in a crowd of sticky-handed children and someone’s drunk in-laws. catching a glimpse of a bruise peeking out from her shirt as she washed her hands, her lips turned downward in annoyance. spotting aurora in the crowded bar restroom, she pulled her shirt back a little and pointed to the mark with a resigned sigh. “is this a hickey or a bruise?” she didn’t remember hooking up with anyone, but she didn’t remember getting into a fight either. it was rare she cut loose anymore, but she definitely had over the weekend--the first town celebration reunited with her brother and the mc he’d enlisted her to join with him. 

[chingcnas]

faust & angie, angiehunter.

Angie nodded, still a little tense even if she was glad that the woman didn’t seem all that irritated with her. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m kind of a fish out of water..”’ A hand pushed her brunette locks to one side of her head as she glanced down at the bag. Everything had happened so quickly, she hadn’t even looked at what she was offering. “Pecan chocolate chip. They’re not half-bad if that’s your kinda thing.” The woman shrugged, wondering if she should offer up something else as a peace offering. “They’ve always been my favorite, and nothing like not having to deal with baking and clean up. Especially with how hot it is today.”

“no kidding.” faust agreed. living in the small town suited her brother francisco, who didn’t mind being a big fish in a small pond so long as he didn’t have to be in the actual spotlight too often. faust, however, preferred the anonymity of the city.  while her crimes did not escape her back in los angeles as la sirena to those she committed them against, law enforcement couldn’t really see her as anything more than some failed party dj. “did you move here from somewhere better, too?” unfortunately, her ill-dealings had started to catch up with her and no one was going to look for her in some small town like charming. “hm,” she considered. she’d not had a lot of pecans in her day, but she’d give it a shot. “as long as they’re chewy and not crunchy--” scrunching up her face to signify her dislike of crunchy-textured cookies. “--then i’ll give ‘em a shot.” the weather in charming didn’t really get to her after growing up in inglewood without an air conditioner, but she knew how easily an oven could raise the temperature. “yeah, i’m lucky i don’t live with my mother anymore. i’m pretty sure she never turned the oven off.” she’d always been cooking something, but it’d been a long time since she was welcome in her mother’s busy kitchen.

[adelitatorres]

top 5 hottest people in charming?

“Everyone in town is absolutely stunning but I am pretty biased so I’ll have to say -- in no particular order -- Marcus, Jordan, Valentina, Jameson & Faust!”

@marcusortiz @kincaidpd​ @valentinasvntos @jamesonsheckler @chingcnas

[netflixdefenders]

[chingcnas]

faust & angie, angiehunter.

time: day 2 of the founder’s celebrations location: bake sale with: anyone! || @charmingstarter​

The bake sale had always been a weakness for her. Ever since she was a kid, she’d loved sweets, and loved seeing all the options available. As the years had gone one, the items had gotten more intricate, but there were still all her childhood favorites, too. Angie glanced at her watch, satisfied to see she still had twenty minutes of her self-imposed break in preparations to wander and pick up a few things to surprise Lily with later. She’d picked up some cookies and was looking at candies another seller had on offer (okay, some of it was definitely going to be for her). As Angie turned, she stopped short with gasp, trying not to run right into the person she hadn’t realized was next to her. “Sorry,” she apologized, nerves bubbling in the petite woman’s stomach as she measured their expression. “My bad, I should’ve looked where I was going. Cookie?” The peace offering was extended before she could think better of it.

the sheer light pink bodysuit she had tucked beneath her jeans had seemed like a good idea for the parade ride and was the most disco friendly thing she owned, but it was not as breathable as it looked. between that and her leather, faust was pretty sure she was dying. slipping off her jacket and wearing it over her shoulders, she scanned the bake sale hoping to find something to drink. luck would have it that someone’s fancy kids had made a small lavender lemonade stand and she was all too happy to shell over the three bucks it cost for a large cup with ice. happy for the hydration and, hell the good flavor too, faust closed her eyes and hummed in approval as she chewed on an ice cube, opening her eyes just in time to nearly miss the woman in front of her. “¡aguas!” she said, caught off guard and barely managing to keep her cup from spilling. initially annoyed, that dissipated when she saw the sincerity on the woman’s face. “no, you’re fine. it’s kinda chaotic out here, right?” eyeing the cookie, she was unsure whether or not to take it, but she didn’t want to seem like an asshole just because she was picky. “what kind is it?”

[chingcnas]

                    charming event 001. lourdes faustina campeon lopez. foundation days aesthetic.

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faust & sawyer, sawyerhensley.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒:  open   𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  near the ferris wheel, day 1 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃:  @charmingstarter​​  

“you seriously won’t let me ride the wheel alone? what are you like scared i’ll fall out or something?” he asks the ride operator. it has been nearly five minutes of back and forth bickering between sawyer and the other person. clearly both individuals were starting to get extremely annoyed. all he wanted to do was ride the ferris wheel so he could safely talk to on of his superiors without anyone hearing him. with the town celebrations, there seemed to be any place hardly peaceful or quiet to go. seeing how high and how far the chairs of the wheel were from each other, sawyer thought the best place to go was high above everyone else. he had gotten a ticket, waited in line with screaming kids, and when it was finally his turn, he thought he would be allowed to go on the ride. of course with his luck that didn’t happen and instead he was fighting with the other. 

“god fucking dammit.” he says, his voice raising a little bit and maybe catching attention from others. “this isn’t fair man. i waited in line like everyone else. i deserve to go onto the ride, dude. there’s no sign that say single riders not welcomed.” he tries to push by the guy quickly, but instead he’s pushed backwards. “dude what the fuck?” he says, moving towards him; not caring that people are starting to come closer to him, yelling themselves, and pointing at the vest he’s wearing.

faust wasn’t particularly interested in the success or failure of the other prospects. most of them were younger than her with their own skillsets and, mostly, she figured that if they all wanted to join, they’d have to figure that out on their own. she’d always kind of stuck to herself and, if it wasn’t for her brother, she wouldn’t have chosen to join up at all. in the end, she had very few options, far fewer for protection, and her resume read more like a kill count than something thrown together at the unemployment office, so here she was. 

the very concept of foundation day was foreign to faust outside of the kind of shows her ex-girlfriend had made her watch where beautiful thirty-somethings played sixteen year olds in small towns, but there was kind of an appeal to it. there were already rides and games and she’d found a stand where someone was selling elotes, so she was--much to her own surprise--having a pretty good time when she heard a familiar voice carrying on. sawyer was acting like a fucking idiot teenager, arguing with some guy over a ferris wheel. with a sigh, she ditched her corn on the cob and sidled up by him. 

“oye, carnal.” she whispered harshly. “we’re not members yet. you think your sponsor, or marcus, are going to appreciate the situation you’re in?” her voice wasn’t unkind, but assertive. “let’s just go find something else to do before you get in a fight with a carny and piss off someone who actually matters to you.” considering the situation, faust sighed with resignation. “or, fuck it, i’ll ride with you--but no more drama.”

[chelseaperetti]