Collins Glover

"I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones enough to make my systems blow Welcome to the new age, to the new age, welcome to the new age, to the new age.."

[lukas-musings]

               Your attachments are a 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓅 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓉                              A тяιcк вяιdgε               Hold too tight and you’re gσиε again

                                                                              You’re a 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 soul                                                                               Emotional vagabond

                                       Never have, never gonna                                                                   trust easy.

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jonahrhodes: 

“Can you check for viruses while increasing the security of my computer?” Jonah asked. He didn’t know much about computers beyond the basics. He wasn’t huge into technology. “Money’s not a problem, but good to know.” 

“I certainly can. Would you like me to install a anti-virus program while I’m at it? Are there any parts of the computer you’d like to be particularly well protected like say any files or domains you’d like password protected?” she asked, all routine to figure out just how thorough he wanted her to be. Some people were against safety programs for some reason. Others didn’t know just how easy their computers would be to hack with the minimal security. Most were just unaware of what you could actually do to secure your computer from cyber attacks. “Alright, thats cool.” 

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nixonreynolds:

“What are you even doing?” Nixon snapped, looking at the girl as she held her phone up right by the police station. It looked strange to him, and he took a step closer, “What, you a reporter or some shit?”

Fear slithered down her spine as she stared wide eyed back at the older boy. He seemed incredibly short tempered at the moment, as if she had just stepped into his way and he was just looking for someone to lash out at. The anger had her tense up, taking several steps back, shoving her phone back in her pocket. “N-No I’m n-n-not. I s-swear. Just.. bad reception..” 

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cj-rhodes:

“I need you to stop rambling. If we’re doing this then I need assurances of your discretion. Price isn’t an issue so let’s get that out of the way before we start. I need it done in 49 hours.”

“My apologies. And you have that, I’m very discreet and efficient. And what am I doing within those 49 hours? I take 100 dollars per hour so that would land us on 4900 dollars. Of course I wouldn’t expect you to pay me before after the job is done.”

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apateditor:

                            ❛   –  I am one of, if not possibly the, most influential woman in the multi-media world, my security needs to be at it’s absolute highest.  ❜  Hand on hip, she circles her desk, jaw locked and brow raised.  ❛   I have sensitive information I don’t want nor need leaked to the general public, fix it…  ❜  Her head juts towards her laptop, a glare in her eyes as she stares at it.  While Victoria’s work focus’ primarily on fashion and lifestyle, she is and always will be a journalist at heart.  After a beat, she rolls her eyes.  ❛   –   please.  ❜

“Yes ma’m I fully understand.” she nodded with a professional smile, awaiting some more clear instructions or hints at wether or not she simply wanted a reinforced firewall or if the need was more in depth like locking and password protecting certain files or servers as well. “I will reinforce your firewall and update your security system. I can also password protect lager contents of your computer. Do you want password protection in general or have you stored your sensitive information in certain files and folders? Because if you have I can set up password protection on those as another security measure.”  

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“Could you please tell me exactly what it is you’d like me to do? Reinstall your router remotely? Up your security? Cleanse for viruses? Replace lost programs or files?” She asked looking to the person with professional curiosity and patience. No request was too big or too small for Collins. And none would be all that peculiar. She lived and breathed computers, her own and others. There were few issues with them that she couldn’t solve or imagine how best to tackle. “Also I don’t take much in terms of a fee, but it really depends on how much time solving the issue at hand will take.” She added. 

[nixonreynolds-archive]

To Nixon, leaving the police station almost felt like leaving Germany once again. A cursed vampire with nowhere to go but New York, now a suspect in a murder case that he had (for once) nothing to do with, and an overwhelming amount of grief for his dead friend. He’d told Devon plenty about himself, and she’d confided about Matt and everything. The pictures with Oliver placed him there, and now no one would believe him until his hands were clean. He’d killed plenty of people in his life, multiple ones daily at a time, but for once it wasn’t him who’d taken out the youngest Rhodes. It’s why the vampire kept his head down as he turned the corner, running into someone and grunting on impact, “Fuck. Can’t you see I’m walkin’ here?”

[collinsthedetective-blog]

She was, once again, out on a foolish and rather reckless, especially for her, mission. It had been weeks since Collins had last hacked into the NYPD database, and she had come to the conclusion that she needed to do so again. Just to make sure. But their security had been upped since last, some clever techie no doubt figuring out that their firewall had a backdoor that was all too easy to use, which had left her no choice but to get as close to the building as possible. However she had managed to forget her wireless wifi at home, and so she was stuck using her mobile as a router. Somehow the signal was crap a block away, so she had moved another block closer, hovering just around the corner from the building, the phone held in front of her as she checked to see if the signal would improve. It was in this state that she stood, when the dark haired boy came rushing around said corner, running right into her. Collins could not help but let out a small grunt, having to step backwards to keep her balance. “I’m.. yes of course.. I’m sorry..” she stuttered. 

[polar-bear-patisserie]

Rosalie had been crying on and off all day. After losing Matt and Dylan, she had been hurting. However, losing her older sister left her feeling broken beyond repair. She was a mess filled with memories of her sister and the pain of losing her so young. The youngest Vale really couldn’t wrap her mind around everything, especially with her worst fears becoming a reality. She needed to get out of her skin. Rosalie needed to shift and no deal with all of this in her human form. Everything felt easier when it she was a bear or at least it used to. She didn’t know if it would work this time, but the little Vale found herself running down the street trying to get to the abandoned subway tunnels where at least she could grieve in a form that felt more natural and safe. As she was running she bumped into someone, any words they said only sounded like senseless babble. Rosalie brushed her hair back and took a deep break. Her eyes were red and puffy with her cheeks covered in the pink lines of tear stains. After exhaling deep, she tried to speak. “I… I didn’t mean to run into you… I.. I’m sorry…” The frazzled young woman was just hoping that they would accept her apology and then move out of her way. She didn’t care what they said unless their words were that this was some cruel joke. Unless they could bring Devon back, they could take their gibberish and go. 

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Strolling down the street, Collins kept her gaze trailed on the sky, allowing her legs to go on auto pilot as she moved. Today was just another day, another work day. Which was why she was heading to her now regular cafe and spot, anxious to get to the many tasks she had set before her and made a list of before going home last night. Home was a relative term but regardless, she had done her best to quit while she was ahead and get some actual sleep. She was only a few blocks away when she was knocked off balance, swerving, arms out, to regain it. She meant to only give the stranger a ‘fuck-you-too’ look and move on, but then the person was not a stranger. It was Rosalie Vale. Collins eyes widened considerably as she took in the sight of the girl she had went to high school with, biting her lip as she was painfully aware of the fact that the girls sister had just been found dead. A cruel fate for anyone to meet, and worse for a family to process. “No no, its okay Rosalie.. I.. really don’t worry about it.” She said, her voice gentle and still carrying some sorrow on the girls behalf. Collins had never had any siblings, didn’t know what that was like. But she could picture it. Picture loosing Yael for example. How deeply that would hurt, how crippled by that loss she’d be. No one should have to go trough that.. 

[abigcilx]

               The coffee was never-ending as the hunter sat quietly, eye focused solely on the computer in front of her, unless they moved in hopes to see that a phone-call came through from Julian. Her heart was racing and her body felt as though it was on fire as she tried to piece together everything that had happened the night before; why a random party had taken place of the events that were supposed to separate everyone, why a death happened, why the hell her best friend was held for twenty-four hours in order to be questioned. A sense of guilt constantly rushed through her as she remembered the anxiety winning the fight and she refusals to leave her small apartment that day. “Woah —– don’t,” she said quietly at the movement of a few things around her. “Sorry, just don’t mess anything up if you’re gonna sit here, please.” Her mind reeling, unable to think of a simple ‘hello’ and ‘of course you’re free to sit here’.

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Collins muttered to herself as she carried two large books with her over to what appeared to be an almost unoccupied table, balancing her coffee in her other free hand. She had asked the librarian for some light reading on shapeshifters, and this was what she got.. the biggest stack of heavy books. Her brain was still trying to wrap itself around all that had happened this weekend. How that poor Vale male had died, how this was the third murder in awfully long, how people seemed to be reacting and yet it had all reminded her that she knew so little about the shapeshifter as a species in general. And Collins didn’t like to be without knowledge, so she had decided to go old school. Bring her computer but use hard cover books as her source of information. Landing the books on a table she carefully, or so she thought, pushed some of the things that she had almost mushed with the heavy books, to the side. The protests from the girl nearby made her jump a little, startled, staring at her. “Uhm.. sorry? Did you want this space to yourself?” she asked, hesitant to sit down now. “I really didn’t mean to.” 

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fiery-witch:

“I never said you had anything against them. I just said that people give them too much credit. “ She chuckled softly. “Oh? It’s not to hard if you remember it as though it is your morning medication. I’ve come to think of it that way. It is something to keep me alive and well.” Vivian replied. It was true. She had been taking vervain every morning as long as she could remember. It was the only habit that she really could thank her parents for. “Yeah, I call an original vampire vamp boy, so really it’s not a big deal.” She laughed again. “No, I just have a nice streak sometimes.”

No I just, wanted to make sure you didn’t think I did. Like I don’t judge based on species, most days I’m happy to think we’re all just regular people.” She shrugged a bit, not minding the subject but also relieved it had not moved onto her own status as a supernatural being. Smiling curiously she listened as Vivian explained how she fit vervain into her normal routine. “Doesn’t it taste funny? But I do see your point and how crucial it is.” Collins nodded a bit. There were times when she was reminded just how mundane her childhood had been, and this was one of them. Her household had never been one where the idea of supernatural being existing floated around. Quite the opposite in fact. Her father had strongly disliked fairytales and fantasy or horror stories that spoke of the supernatural. He’d been extra upset and quite malicious if she had one of those books lying around for him to see. Guess now she knew why.. he’d been in worse denial than her or buried with some type of shame she didn’t fully understand, nor would she ever. “Oh my god your sass knows no bounds.” She teased with a giggle. “Well I’m glad this time was one of those times.” 

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elmirakent:

Elmira couldn’t help but give a soft laugh, give a slight squeeze to the girl’s arm. This was a welcome change from how small and fragile she had seemed only minutes before. “Business is good. Slowing down now that wedding season is over. You’ll have to come stop by.” That didn’t sound too desperate for company, just polite. Yes, she could do this. Freelance work, no college. How old was she? “It’s very impressive. I still don’t think I have the hang of the whole technology thing sometimes. You’ll have to give me your card.” And she’d laughed again, poking fun at her age a little. Her phone still gave her trouble sometimes but she was better with it than computers. As long as everything ran smoothly she could handle it, but a bump that wasn’t fixed with turning it off and on again often had her stumped. “Have you been in the city your whole life?” How different it must be, to have grown up where there were no trees, no lakes or rivers, vast fields. 

Collins took encouragement from Elmira’s laugh and touch. She couldn’t quite pin point what it was that had her feeling more and more at ease around the vampire, or how that had happened so fast, the sense of trust and confidence in this woman she hadn’t spent all that much time with. But she didn’t want to over analyze any of it, afraid her own mind would trick her into believing it was only a one time thing or that this was just how the other treated people. Somehow it felt as if this encounter was somewhat of an anomaly for the both of them. “Ohh cause thats the busiest season? With weddings? I’d love to. I mean I know very little of flora, except what we learned in biology class, and that was painfully little. I’m sure you could teach me a lot.” She said, already convinced. The whole conversation was reminding Collins of how she ought to have a future plan somewhere stored, ready for use. Though she had none.. her skills with computers might always be the one skill she had. “It is? I don’t know.. most of my classmates started right on college, all about finding that set-for-life career. Though this is all I’ve ever been good at. No? I’d be happy to help you out. Of course.” She didn’t have any of her business cards on her at the moment but she could always make one before they parted ways. Not that she was rushing for that to happen. “Yes, I was born and raised here. New York is the only home I’ve ever known, the only place I’ve ever been.” She said, wondering if that sounded.. sad somehow. Being stuck in one place your whole life. 

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She had been watching her for quite some time now. The pretty redhead, the one from the other night. Her hair sparkled in the lights, and her full lips were nothing but mesmerizing. Collins had hid behind her computer screen each time the other might be looking in her direction though, nervous and too shy thus far to truly do something about the attraction she felt. It had been so long since she actually talked to someone she liked like this. And what was worse was that she didn’t really know this girl.. all she knew was that she seemed to be flirty, confident and in the moments they had shared, kind. But when she saw her rise from the table, and start to walk out, Collins felt her stomach pinch with disappointment. What a damn coward she was.. And then the girl dropped something. Quick to leave her chair, Collins rushed to pick the item up, calling out. “Uhm hey, you dropped something!” 

@jcnnyx

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theromanpierce:

It was hard to say if she was telling the truth or not. She seemed to be avoiding his gaze, which made him think she was guilty of doing something else. But her voice was so soft-spoken that he wondered if she just wasn’t good around people. And for that, he couldn’t blame her of anything. So Roman nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as she stood. “I don’t think he would’ve been agitated if you were just looking.” Then again, some of them were bigger dicks than Roman. He turned back to HOWL to see what kind of glimpse she’d gotten from her hiding spot. It didn’t seem like she would’ve seen much of anything beyond the front entrance, though. “What were you looking for?”

She was quietly waiting for the man to leave. To just turn his back and continue with whatever it was he had before he came around that corner. But no, he seemed to linger, considering, thinking. She glanced up to see him nod, and felt her shoulders relax slightly. Not entirely but a little. “Maybe, maybe not but loitering isn’t exactly any type of males favorite behavior from young girls who aren’t old enough to enter the premises.. I was just being cautious. Rather that than being yelled at or confronted.” Not that it had mattered, she had been confronted with the entire thing as of right now. Unable to shake the feeling of being interrogated she bit her lip, raising her gaze to meet his, figuring her shifty behavior might be the main issue seeing as he didn’t seem to want to let the matter at hand go. “Does it really matter?” she asked in return. 

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fiery-witch:

“Um yeah.” Vivian replied. It was hard to wrap her head around that to some people a vampire bar was out of the ordinary because it was a part of her everyday life. Though this case, the person slightly shocked by it was a werewolf, so she found it a little peculiar. Though she knew that she needed to account for if the girl had just been triggered or turned. “Eh, I feel that people give vampires too much credit. I don’t have to learn any quicker than any other waitress in some club or bar scene. Vampires are just normal people, except sometimes a little bit more older or complicated in their emotions or how they think. As long as you have vervain around, you’re fine.” She replied with a confident smirk. “He is. My precious Quinnikins.” The witch mused, more than amused to spread his nickname around. “Nice to meet you. I am Vivian. Not sweet, it’s just us girls have to stick together, right?”

Collins only nodded, not saying another word about it, sure she would end up offending the other if she did. She had nothing against vampires, but the fact that they could compel you sort of freaked her out, and their need for blood would also be a concern if working with them on a nightly basis. But this girl seemed like the type to be fully able to take care of herself. Just because Collins distrusted her own abilities to do so in such an environment did not mean that everyone else would have the same challenges. “That wasn’t a.. I mean I have nothing against vampires. At all. I just know that I myself wouldn’t do well in that type of environment. I’m too nervous and I’d forget vervain and then every vamp with less than friendly intentions could mess with my brain. But you seem to have it all under control.” She concluded warmly. “You actually call him that to his face?” Collins bit her lip to keep from laughing. No boy she knew would be cool with that type of nickname. “You too Vivian. No? You’re not sweet? But thats true we do.” 

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elmirakent:

The girl, Collins, had seemed to calm down a little as they walked away from the club. It was funny that despite the racing heartbeat, that she could practically hear the blood flowing through her veins, Elmira never really felt the urge to sink her teeth into anything. Or at least not very often. There were times where she acknowledged what she was, the primal part of her. Maybe it was her sire, how he’d been her husband, made sure her transition was smooth and that she fed on a schedule, that had her satiated enough to be alright in public. Or maybe it was the maternal instinct in her, the fact she would never harm a child regardless of what she was. At the mention of the shop, Elmira almost wondered if she needed a job, she’d offer her position immediately. But she had to calm herself, remind herself for what felt like the hundredth time in minutes that she was not everyone’s mother, not a part of their family. “A couple of years now. I just turned the whole place upside down for the season. It’s hard to decorate for fall without pumpkins, I tried to stray from the stereotypical.” Maybe talking about it would keep the wolf calmer, keep her mind off of things. “What do you do?”

The walking, the calm but natural conversation, putting distance between herself and the club, all helped soothe her nerves. She felt less frazzled and more in control of her own body as well as her emotions. Collins knew she was prone to overreact, to make mountains out of mohills. But she had every reason to be overly cautious. So much had happened to her in the span of this year, and so quickly as well. Her own kind, while not necessarily out to get her, was still harder to be around than other supernaturals. The others didn’t owe any allegiance to the original werewolves. Usually. But a lot of the wolves did. A flower shop in New York. Now that had to be a struggling business. Or so she thought given how many shops, markets and on the street vendors there were selling flowers. But if she’d had the shop running for a while then it must be going okay. “You must really love plants and flowers then! And business is good? Oh I can imagine. Pumpkins are like at every street corner, even outside the shops that doesn’t sell any flora.” Collins smiled, just imagining how that shop must smell like. “Ahm I work as a freelance IT consultant. Computers were always my thing so I sort of made a career out of it when I decided not to go to college and stay in the city.” She explained. 

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evexofxnight:

“Well, adrenaline comes after a specific person but I’m addicted to them all the same.” Genevieve found that just being with Lucian made everything a whole lot easier. She didn’t feel the need to go out and do something stupid just to feel alive, because all she needed to do was see him and the darkness she felt disappeared. Maybe it was because him and her were both dark and twisty, filled with the need to feel something. It just so happened to work out that being together seemed to cancel out each others dark parts. She finally found something that wasn’t bad for her, that made her feel good about herself, that didn’t hurt or abuse her. “I guess we took similar situations and chose a different way to survive them.” Liking adrenaline made things easier to handle because then instead of cowering or freaking out, she was smirking and laughing through the pain. Although, that way she ended up getting hurt more because she wasn’t trying to run or hide. It only made the other more angry at her.

“Maybe I should have fought for normalcy a bit harder. I always thought being normal was boring and impossible, so I was always okay with letting it go and not holding on.” One thing that was for sure, was her life had always been a roller coaster. It was filled with being chanced from cops, running away from psychotic vampires, learning how to steal and to manipulate, and to use her own body as a weapon. “I stopped believing a long time ago. I stopped believing in a lot.” It was hard to believe in anything when nothing good ever happened. Eve chuckled, mirroring the other blondes and gave a small nod. “Yeah, maybe it will be. Its easy to connect to another survivor when there are so few around anymore. “

“It did so in my case as well.. but my experiences were solely negative where yours seem to be positive. So I suppose thats another reason why we’d see it differently.” She mused with a small shrug, knowing deep in her own heart that she would never find adrenaline exhilarating, and that she would never go to any lengths to experience it. And maybe that made her a boring coward, but Collins couldn’t find it in her to care about that. Or make any big deal out of it. While she too knew what it was like to feel void, to feel as if you were out of reach or out of touch with your own emotions, she tended to fill that void with hacks or making a new virus or writing a new code. There were endless possibilities and she could sit with her laptop for hours and hours without lacking for anything. Actually it was encountering people that often made her feel small and inadequate, as if she never measured up or were what they’d expect.

“Maybe, maybe not. Depends on wether or not you feel as if that adrenaline got you somewhere or tied you to who you were. I think those traits we had as humans they are often amplified when we change. If that was such a big part of who you were then its natural that you didn’t leave that piece behind.” She liked to think that when you had to change, like they had, into another kind of being, you at least brought with you what it was that had defined you as a human. “Then maybe its time to consider believing again. Take it slow, give it a chance.” She suggested calmly. It was easy to give up hope and faith in the goodness of life when all you were ever shown was evil. All you were faced with was hardships. Undoubtedly believing and having hope was easier when you were not alone. “One would think a harsh would such as this one would breed survivors by the hundreds.. unfortunately we’re a dying breed.” She was half joking, half encouraging. 

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jvnex:

The blonde’s features were reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights. “If you really want one.” She shrugged, dropping her arm to the side and sighing. “Just promise me you won’t bail after that.” She eyed the other, all she really wanted was a dance partner. The hunter didn’t normally get to let completely loose at a party as big as the one they were at, not without some repercussions. She was simply taking advantage of the night, a little magic helping her along the way every so often.

Collins nodded insistently. Oh yes she absolutely needed one. It wasn’t a matter of ‘want’, if she was to survive this crowd for hours she needed plenty of liquid courage, for the buzz of alcohol to dull her senses and anxiety. “I need one if I am to join you on that dance floor.” she said as a way of explanation. “I promise I won’t bail.” she added giving JJ a small yet reassuring smile. She was doing her best to roll with the punches here. To not be disappointed there was no art or food in sight. She had planned on catching up with different friends tonight, which if they were still here still could happen. Now Collins was prepared to do her best to loosen up. Taking several deep breaths she lead the way to the bar, ordering several shots of patron. “So were you disappointed? I mean, the flyers and posts online said this was going to be something completely different.”