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[marcuscorleonis-blog]

He’s fully awake now, sitting up on the bed to watch her move closer, scanning her for weapons. She’s unarmed as far as he can tell, but looks can be deceiving and he never underestimates one of her kind.

“Talk then,” he says, stretching. He isn’t afraid, isn’t even worried. There’s something she wants of him and she’s obviously prepared to talk to him. He has no idea what it is, hasn’t been in the city long enough to find out who is working for whom, where loyalties lie – all the things you need to know if you want to keep your head on your shoulders in a city as dangerous as Gotham.

“If only you would give me more details instead of wasting my time with your chitchat… What do you want?”

[ciudatt]

“Thank you for finally asking. How polite.” 

An expression somewhere between a smirk and a facetious smile paints itself across the brunette’s face, as if the delay in conversation really hadn’t been due to her own extended banter. Silent steps move her closer to where the man lays sprawled, and the thin figure takes a casual seat at the edge of the bed, right near his feet. Much easier than dragging one of the ratty chairs over- and also much expected to garner an amusing reaction, considering how absolutely keen he seemed to be interacting with her.

“You track hunters.” It’s a statement, not a question- she’s already well aware of his work, else she wouldn’t be here. There’d be little point in refuting it, so she does not leave it open for reply. 

“I assume, by now, you’ve heard of what happened down at the docks.” 

There’s still no clear question, but Anica assumes he’s bright enough to connect the dots.

[marcuscorleonis-blog]

He grins into his cushion, barely moving an arm to shrug lazily. 

“I’m not ignoring you, ‘m talking to you, am I not?” A deep sigh follows and he blinks his eyes open, turning his head slightly to squint at her. “If you wanted to kill me – why wake me up?”

Slowly, very slowly he moves onto his side, glancing around the room, then back at her. Now that his senses were waking up properly he becomes aware of a very familiar smell and his lips curl into a displeased snarl. Vampire. Not something he was happy seeing first thing in the morning. 

“It seems like you are looking for something you will not find here.”

[ciudatt]

“Come now, darling. I don’t recall having done anything to deserve this hostility. We’ve only just met. You haven’t even heard me out yet.” 

She feigns offense, her accent heavy and drawling. The hand previously creating soft rhythm on the wooden frame moves instead to close the door as the woman steps fully into the room, relaxed as ever, as if she belonged there. Where she should probably be guarded, she is instead amused by the sudden anger. 

“I think I’ll very well find what I need here, dear, if only you cooperate. And don’t worry- I don’t ask for things without providing repayment.”

[marcuscorleonis-blog]

There’s someone moving in his hotel room, but he’s too lazy to move. He’s probably left the door open again last night, so hopefully they’ll just close it and leave. He lets out a sleepy sound that tells whoever it is that he’s somewhat awake – but definitely not willing to move any time soon.

[ciudatt]

“Sloth is a deadly sin, you know. And ignoring intruders is certainly a good way to welcome death, hm?”

No, he hadn’t left his door open, someone was just very, very good at getting where she wanted to be. The someone in question leans delicately against the wooden frame of said door, nails tapping against the sealed surface as the woman speaks. Although her words warn of attack, she doesn’t seem too keen on starting a fight: her tone is lilting, teasing, almost, as trained eyes focus on the sleeping form before her.

It wasn’t how she usually made first impressions, granted- but she needed information. And who better to have information on hunters than the one who tracked them down?

[ciudatt]

starter call

[piistols-blog]

   “Uh yeah, that’d be great, just hit me up with both.” He nods, starting to go through a couple of the rows of flowers, staying away from the woman that analyzed his every movement. 

    He looks back to her, then to the ground, then back to her shaking his head. He pursing his lips and giving up a shrug, a ridiculous amount of over acting to try and throw her off. “Just looking for the best flower shop in town. I don’t give anyone anything short of the best you know?”

[ciudatt]

.....Did this guy think she was some sort of idiot?

Narrowed gaze fixes on him for a few moments of dead silence, before she languidly slides out from behind the counter once more, this time to begin assembling the bouquet. 

As casually as prattling about the weather, as fingers dance around stems of white flowers, she speaks again.

“Insincere flattery is the worst way to cover your tracks. The truth will fare much better.” As if to punctuate her point, one hand wanders from the flowers to the cutting shears on the shelf beside her- they are put to quick action snipping the appendages of his requested flowers almost dramatically.

“Look, if it’s got nothing to do with me or my business, I hardly care and you can be on your way. But don’t waste my time dancing around it.”

[marcuscorleonis-blog]

“I see.” He remains standing where he is, in plain sight beneath the streetlamp, not something he does very often, he prefers the shadows.

“Well, I’m new to this city, I’ve only arrived today. I figured I would get to know the streets best if I explore them at night.”

He eyes her for a moment. “Forgive me for asking, but if these parts of Gotham are so dangerous - why are you out here at such a late time?”

[ciudatt]

“Sure, it’s a good way to get to know the city. It’s also a fantastic way to get to know the business end of a handgun.”

The man didn’t seem ready to pounce- he’d backed up, remained in the light. While she certainly didn’t trust him, his body language was relaxed enough to ward off any hint of aggression, and so she allows her hands to leave her pockets and become equally visible. 

“I live here- ‘was out on business.”

Anica lets the implication of the term hang loosely in the air, keeping her gaze fixed on the illuminated figure before her.

“I wouldn’t be wandering if I couldn’t handle myself. Although I appreciate the concern.” The completion of the sentence drips with heavy sarcasm.

[ciudatt]

[cont.] @piistols

   “A consideration you should have made before you took the drink.”

She shifts in the bar stool adjacent, leaning her weight on an elbow placed delicately on the marble surface before her. Eyes fix upon him, expression blank- but internally, she finds his slight panic amusing, watching the figure swirl and examine the remnants of his drink as if they’d hold any answers.

   “--But no, its not poisoned. Not today.” 

A slight smirk.

   “Call it advice, call it a simple observation. Whichever pleases you.”

[ciudatt]

open: ;v: GOTHAM SPN

  “Oh, come now- I’ve done nothing.”

      Well, this time, she hadn’t. 

[findingwordsforthoughts]

every time i planted my roots i had to rip them out. i do not settle any more. i do not believe in homes. i do not stay - i go; i leave; i disappear. i do not come back; i arrive never the same, forever unsettled.

marina v., too much of me is scattered on this earth. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

[roseydoux]

[naesheim-isak]

[dimnesss]

[tyrantts]

[aguidetolivingwell]

[timotaychalamet]

Marie Antoinette (2006) dir. Sofia Coppola

[livvie-lov]

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[purpledragcn]

Specify a character and leave a number in my ask, if you’re feeling so kind!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?