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Oh baby, take me to the feeling I'll be your sinner, in secret When the lights go out Run away with me

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ugh i want to get back into indie rp so bad. gonna revamp this or make a new account.

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dressed in her usual paramedic uniform, the blonde crouched by the woman that she once loved.. that she once called her own. yet this wasn’t the first call to her for an emergency. dixon was no fool; she saw the same marks on her last time. the others new partner was abusing them. while said partner was away, dixon watched her, hands tending to a cut on her lip. “i’m not stupid.. i know what they’re doing to you.”

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Based on this plot !!

          it just took ONE phone call to wake up the blonde, his best friend was bored &. he was the entertainment, putting on a pair of sweatpants &. pulling a shirt over his head, he made his way towards her house. ‘ YOU called me all the way here to sleep I don’t think so ’ his body now hovering hers as his hands made it to her SIDES. ’ Come on. .  you weren’t speaking just a few minute ago. ’ hearing the girl laugh was one of Dalton’s favorite sounds. pulling up her shirt he began to blow raspberries on her soft skin, but soon his LIPS began to kiss her stomach, small kisses here &. their, he hadn’t remembered for how long he had wanted to do this, as he got to her shorts he looked up at her as a sign of whether he should STOP or just keep going.

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frankie tried to sleep -- she did. but with no success, all she had to do was ring the blonde and already he as on his way. it was as if his presence just made things better and event with him being here mere MINUTES.. frankie round her eyes fluttering closed now and again.. like it was easier to sleep with him there. yet hearing his protests, frankie whined. “Dalton.. Dal’, don’t you fuckin’ dare!” She barked back, smile on her lips before she laughed up at the other, hands finding his shoulders at those all too precious raspberries. “Dalton.. give it up..!” The other laughed, Irish accent ringing out. Yet feeling those raspberries disappear, being replaced with even more PRECIOUS kisses, Frankie took a minute, heart racing, breathe hitching as the glanced down, her hands finding their way to his blonde hair, fingers combing so lovingly through his hair before she caught his eyes, her only reaction being a tiny nod.

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going under major contruction.

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so i’m adding a bex taylor-klaus fc and i want to do this current or medieval plot.. where my new bby ‘tyke’ is a stable hand for a royal family but she’s fallen in love with one of the royals; the princess who’s next in line for the throne. but the princess can’t be with a non-royal so they keep their relationship secret and somedays just take the horses and venture to where ever, talk about the future and maybe plan to run away. i want all the angst and love and heartbreak. i need it. like or message if you’re interested.

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                                               “I’LL CARVE A SMILE INTO THAT FACE..”

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i’m majorly considering making a separate account for romeo.

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“Oh, but I did,” she said through a smirk, wagging a finger at her. She fished a Marlboro from her pocket and placed it between cherry red lips. She then took the Zippo from the table and promptly lit her cigarette. Smoke wafted from parted, plump tiers as she listened to Romeo’s proposition.  She languidly rose her brow, then all of a sudden let out a hardy laugh. “Ha!! Oh, Romeo! Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou, ROMEO? Ya little spitfire!” She reached across the table, removed her cigarette, and grabbed her cheeks in both her hands. “That’s what I like to hear! Mwah!” She planted a big, sloppy Italian kiss on her cheek and returned to her chair. “Haven’t done a robbery in awhile.” She took a drag from her cigarette and swiftly blew a line of smoke from the corner of her mouth. “Haven’t done one since I was married. I’m in!” Oi vey! Just thinking about it got her hot and bothered. The guns. The money. The adrenaline. The pretty woman to be joining her in the exciting endeavor. It was too good to pass up. 

Romeo smirked at the wag of the others finger, watching her momentarily. "Here's the question -- how many have you had, Tiff?" Romeo so boldly added with a wink of an icy blue eye. Yet at the others laugh, Romeo rose an eyebrow, only to give such a rare, genuine smile at the others kiss to her cheek. “Spitfire, I can live with that blondie..” She smirked, looking to her glass before taking another sip of her drink, giving a sigh of relief at that familiar burning in her throat. When the other mentioned how she hadn’t been involved in one since her marriage, Romeo glanced over like she had been smacked in the face. “After hearing that, you’re most definitely in.” She insisted. “I’m holding you against future jobs now, tuts.” Romeo insisted with a smirk. “I already got fellas on the inside with all the codes and scanners under their belts.. then my boys will be with us for back up, y’know?”

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❝Those papers contain the coordinates for my next expedition! Do you have any bloody idea just how sensitive that information is? There’s a  r e a s o n  this manor had a state-of-the-art security system. It’s to keep people from snooping or stealing me work - including YOU!❞ Lara rambled. She narrowed her eyes at Jack and made no move to come forward, despite how tempting her arms were. She was mad and she wasn’t going to let go of that so easily. 

❝I knew letting you stay was a mistake! Letting anyone in is bloody foolish! I don’t know why I did it.❞

And, with that, she turned on the heels of her riding boots and stomped her way over to the room’s liquor trolley. Her expression remained sour as she fixed herself a  s t i f f  drink. 

 "Stealing?" That seemed to be the only word that Jack caught. "Oi.." She snapped,  watching the other. "I know I done some nasty shit before if you're trying to place the criminal card here -- But i'm no fucking thief." She snapped back at the other even thought that voice in her heard told her to calm down -- yet at that comment, that  voice became to disappear. "Yeah? Maybe it was." She bit back before backing up somewhat, heading for the door. 

"Not everyone is fucking against you Lara.. I don't know what you've been through, what you've had to do.. But I'd never do anything to you." She admitted. "I'm going  to finish with that bike, then I'll clear off." Without waiting for an answer, she turned, heading for the room she was given to change into her over-alls.

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She simply shrugged, batting her curled lashes. “He’s old. Impatient. Grumpy.” Tiff begins to pour them two glasses of bourbon before sitting at the kitchen table. “Y’know, he’s gonna die soon. I can feel it in my bones.” She slid the tumbler to Romeo and exhaled wearily. “His son is takin’ over. Can you fuckin’ believe that?” She shook her head, the anger and disbelief raging in her ocean hues. “I    I could have taken over his gang. ME. I’ve only been workin’ for him since I was 18. I deserve the shot, don’t I? Why does his son get to do it? Not like he needs the money. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, for Pete’s sake!” She tipped back her glass and swallowed promptly. She sighed  sharply and set her elbows on the table. “I would’ve quit the mob by now, but…” She shrugged, flippantly waving her hand. “I likes the money! I would go back to dating sugar daddies, but, ah… I like the feel of a cold, AK-42 when I’m helpin; the boss, y’know?”

"Old is an understatement, love -- that bloke is going to kick the bucket any day." Romeo insisted. She liked to keep in touch with the lifespans of other mobsters, gangsters and all in between, then again.. in this business? You could be dead tomorrow. Accepting the drink, the gangster brought it closer. "His son? He'll run that mob into the ground, you know that as well as I do.. he'll take the cash.. treat that string of lovers he claims to have.. then got shot or something for running his mouth. Little prick.." She mumbled into the glass before taking a sip. "I never liked him." She confessed. Watching the other, Romeo look in every detail, from that perfect curl of her eyelashed, that blonde hair that probably took quite a while to perfect, all the way to those all too inviting lips which ROmeo soon pulled her eyes away from at the others comment. "Sugar daddies? Tiff.. you didn't.." She smirked with a sarcastic tut.  Romeo couldn't down her -- she was like herself in a way; she like the money and she liked the business.. the thrill of it all. "Well.. what if I had a.. proposition for ya', blondie?" She mused before pulling her chair somewhat closer to the other, glass in hand. "I know you'll stick by that fraud until he's sound asleep with the fishes.. but I also know you like the money it brings you -- say; I've got this.. little job lined up.. a robbery skit -- National Bank." She mused. That bank was fool proof.. but Romeo was no fool. She had everything planned, everything but a right hand. "If it goes well.. well, then -- you’ve got yourself some side-line dough if you want it? I’ll call you whenever I’ve got somethin’.”

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For a moment, she stood in silence, arms folded across her chest.  “…Fine,” she grumbled. She pointed a stern finger at her. “You’re lucky I’m lettin’ you off easy.” She was a sucker for compliments. Tiff arched her brow and patted the back of her curls. “…But if my boss gets all suspicious, I’m sendin’ his ass your way. Then you can explain the percentage purity to him, alright?”  Finally, she turned to face the cabinets, retrieving a few glasses. “He was already on my ass about not completing the Mariano deal. It was just too risky, y’know? Christ,” she explained after a sigh. She turned to look over her shoulder at Romeo. “Ya want anythin’ to drink? Wine? Bourbon? Whiskey? Vodka? Anything with alcohol, okay? I don’t wanna drink alone.” The woman needed stress relief. FAST. She was pretty high strung for it being ten o’clock in the morning. 

As the other pointed her finger, Romeo smirked somewhat, watching the other. “Mm, my good looks can be very persuasive..” She gloated with a grin. When the other mentioned her boss, threatening to turn him to Romeo if problems rose, Romeo couldn’t help but scoff. "Your boss.. if a fuckin' pussy, that old geezer wouldn't even look my guard dogs in the eye.." Romeo bit back. She took the phrase 'not afraid of anybody' to a new level. "The Mariano deal? Risky? Why? What was the downfall? The fuck is he on your ass for? If he grew a pair and took the reigns, he could possibly get shit done." Romeo insisted, glancing around before back at the other. “Don’t see why not -- Whatever you’re havin’, love.” She insisted.

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The SLAMMING of the door echoed through the otherwise silent manor, followed shortly after by Lara’s boots stomping against the marble floors until she’d reached her bedroom. The double doors were flung open and she found herself glaring at her lover - who still rested comfortably in her bed.

❝Did you go through the papers on my desk?!❞ The question was roared. It was obvious that she was angry. In fact, that lovely face of hers had even flushed a shade of red. It wasn’t very attractive.  

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Hearing the slam of the doors, Jack's eyes shot open before she whipped around to look at the others, a hand finding her face, rubbing it somewhat  when she heard her roar. Lara was a goddess on the eyes, but fuck.. there was nothing beautiful about that fiery British temper that she had.

"Jesus.. fuck, Lara..” She growled. “No I didn’t go through anything on your..” Queue the pause as the other pushed the covers off, getting out of the bed. “Fucking papers.. why? The fuck is so important about them that you could’ve possibly killed someone for it?” She asked, arm extended very slightly, a sign that her arms were there if the archaeologist needed to be held.. yet, Jack feared -- she’s still be interrogated by the others despite her innocence.

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“Look at my face.” Tiff was leaning against the granite counter her boss bought her for her wedding gift. Now, her scum sucking husband was off with another broad probably. Jesus. “Does this look like a happy face to you?” She scowled deeply and gently pushed herself from the counter. “I ordered a 100% pure shipment of cocaine. It comes back 99%. Can you explain that to me? Huh?”

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“Aye Tiff’ -- Fuckin’ chill.. You’re lucky you’re getting even 99 for the cash sum you gave me.. you want that pure shit, I’m going to need more, by all means, gorgeous; go off to some other dealer but I assure you, even at the price I’m asking for 100.. it’s more then a bargain -- ‘s a fuckin’ offer from god. I already give you the best of fucking deals. Explain your question?” Romeo asked, fixing her suit jacket, shamelessly eyeing up the broad. “No ma’am.. not happy, but definitely one I couldn’t mind waking up to.” Romeo comment boldly, leaning somewhat against that granite counter, arms crossed as she glanced over at the blonde.

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okay so -- i’m going to a comedy show but when i get back i’m making a stella from orange is the new blackkk. y’all are welcome.