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linnéa coy, 29, civilian, accountant; “Numbers do not feel. Do not bleed or weep or hope. They do not know bravery or sacrifice. Love and allegiance. At the very apex of callousness, you will find only ones and zeros.” - illuminae; t w i n f l o w e r; penned by bea for outlawhq rpg

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My suitemates are drunk af and being obnoxious, blaring music and shouting and stuff and all I need to do is brush my teeth but I went in to the bathroom to change and one of their boyfriends walked in without knocking and I just nope.

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mavngata‌:

@dearabacus // ❛  Liny! Hey!  ❜ Julien finally caught up to her. He nearly missed her as she walked by the church, and she seemed preoccupied carrying some documents in her arms. He considered whether or not to pursue, but it had been a while since he’d seen her. The last time, she’d been a little overwhelmed so he could only imagine how she’d be feeling after everything that occurred over the weekend. ❛  Glad I caught you. I haven’t seen you around in a while. How is everything? Are you doing alright?  ❜

   Liny turned at last, hearing her name paired with Julien’s voice. A smile spread across her lips, but it didn’t really reach her eyes. She was tired, and stressed, and the assortment of files in her arms seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. “Hello Julien,” She greeted, shifting the files so they were a bit more comfortable. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you before, lost in thought I suppose.” She apologized, before considering his question. “Oh, I’m alright. Always busy with work.” She lifted the files by way of explanation. “I haven’t had a chance to drop by lately, with everything that’s been going on.” She added, hoping he wasn’t upset by her absence. “How are you doing? If you’d like to walk with me, I’d welcome your company?” 

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catvstrophes‌:

Elodie had no idea what to expect from the session. The most she had ever done while sipping on a glass of wine was binge anime and dance alone to her collection of vinyls. She was a light-weight who passed out after a glass or two, so she doubted she’d paint anything up to par. Regardless she was willing to try. The woman spotted Linnéa as soon as she stepped through the building doors. She breezed by the set up easels and smiled, “Hi, I hope I’m not too late.” she greeted, taking in the setting of the room with a deep breath. “Have you done this before? I’m honestly a little nervous… I haven’t picked up a paintbrush since high school.”

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    Admittedly, Linnéa was very excited for the painting session. She’d arrived early, though unintentionally. She just couldn’t shake schedules if she tried. It was how she functioned. Regardless, if gave her a few minutes to situate herself and to save a spot for Elodie. She was excited to be making friends in Valdez, and to be trying new things. She hadn’t painted in ages, and she’d never been to a session like this. She’d been nursing her wine for a few minutes, too, but at least she’d been clever enough to set up their easels, and organize the brushes and paint before partaking in the alcohol. “Oh no no, you’re not at all late.” She reassured, holding her hand up in insistence. She gestured for Elodie to sit down, shaking her head again. “No, I’ve never done this before, and it’s been just as long since I’ve painted. But don’t worry, we’re not being graded. It’s just for fun. A girls night, we both needed it so relax.” 

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sarpelui‌:

❛  in truth, i’m not sure ——   ❜   his head shakes somewhat , fork stabbed into the cup of jello, lifting it so it could fall back down into it and shook his head,  ❛   but yes, we are talking my finances’ weaknesses, not my …. personal hatred of sub-par government food.  ❜  thoughtlessly, with a shake of his head he brushes the references from his face, cringing at the look of it. he still feels like garbage, his body aching, the painkillers only doing so much to hold him down, it was an unfortunate miscalculation on his part to think that this would be an easy problem to fix. work however, was the perfect distraction — and even though these numbers were not work related but more on a business front on his personal matters it gave his mind something to latch onto, a way to ensure he didn’t lose his focus on the grand scheme of things. after all — with thoughts of an expansion, well – he didn’t want to waste cobra funds for something that could end up being fruitless.  ❛  i would say go for it. move the numbers, make them work  ❜ he decided, pushing the rolling tray away from him , the presence of the food making him nauseous. ❛  — i’m not,  ❜  his eyes do what they can to prevent from rolling and he attempts to shift his weight in the bed.  ❛  everything on every other front is being handled, it will do me far worse to feel useless.  ——- so unless you have something of intrigue to tell me, by all means i am all ears.  ❜

    Linnéa looks once more at the government-issued food, figuring it’s not important for her to know it’s English name. She thinks there’s a word for it in Swedish, but she can’t seem to recall that one either. “I’m aware, Mr. Petran, forgive me if I’ve thought carelessly.” She apologizes, not wanting to upset him. He has enough to worry about, namely healing from the attack, and she meant only to bring amusement or normalcy. “Your finances don’t actually have a lot of weaknesses to discuss, which means I’m doing my job.” She smirks. 

    What she doesn’t understand is where the funds come from exactly, but she dismisses that as merely not knowing Valdez as well as others and being unfamiliar with the extent of his reach. Her smile turns into a blatant grin at his agreement with her suggestion. She knows full well it means phone calls, demands, and a feeling of power coursing through her veins. It’s his money, yes, but she gets to decide where it goes, she gets to make the numbers work in his favor, which in turn, works in her own. “Yes sir, I’ll take care of that today.” She promises, quickly writing down notes to herself before closing the book. 

     She hesitates, knowing he must be going mad without work to do, but she doesn’t want to make anything worse. “I’m not sure I have anything all that intriguing, but more or less questions for you. You have your hand in a lot of baskets, Mr. Petran, I suppose I’m just curious why these baskets? And of course, I’m curious about your financial goals and how I can best support you in reaching them.” She pauses for a moment, “And if you were interested in more..international considerations. Today’s market is so global, after all.” She was asking about offshore accounts, international banking, but they were in a hospital room and even she knew to be considerate and cautious of that. 

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ofbreaknecks‌:

everything about her apartment was cozy —- inviting. it was a stark contrast to his small apartment, the same one he’d had since he’d started out with the savages, on the same dingy street. he’d managed to make the place nice ( to his standard, at least ) but it was nothing like the nice smelling, warm area linnéa lived in. he sighed, pushing a hand in his shaggy hair with an embarrassed chuckle. “ yeah. the beds are shit. i’d give it a one star on yelp.” he joked as he watched the tiny girl climb up to get glasses and the whiskey. alexei smiled as she filled a second glass for herself, glad he wouldn’t be drinking alone tonight.

“ i can definitely say i’ve missed this.” he stated. he let out one of his rare genuine laughs, nodding with eyebrows raised. the blonde let the strong liquid warm his chest, an inviting feeling he hadn’t felt in much too long. he glanced over at linnéa in amusement as she scrunched her nose. he finally let himself sink into the couch beside her, an arm slung across the top of the couch as he settled in. “ ah, yes. of course. all totally normal, standard things to do in the beginning of december.” he agreed, giving a slight nod of approval. “ no ? i’ve never noticed. glad to hear no one’s shoved you in a locker, though.” he teased, giving her side a small playful poke with his inked finger. “ i’m fine.” he waved her concern off. “ i just wanted to spend some time with someone who doesn’t make me want to rip my hair out.”

     He was everything her father wouldn’t approve of--ink stains across his flesh, a habit of visiting jail for a little too long, and a penchant for encouraging her to step across that boundary line; but Lord knew she didn’t shy away from his company. A genuine laugh left her lips as her eyes rolled, “One star on Yelp?” She repeated, “And are my accommodations up to par?” She asked, pretending to be slightly huffy as warning to give her a better “review.”

      She settled comfortably beside him, shifting a bit so that she could rest her head against his arm. “I’ve missed this too. I still haven’t gotten used to Valdez and all these strange traditions.” She quipped, knowing full well the chaos at the school wasn’t a ‘tradition.’ She squirmed, laughing more as he poked her side. She was incredibly ticklish, and couldn’t help it. “No, no! Nobody’s shoved me in a locker but I’m about to put you in one.” She groaned between laughs, settling back after a moment. She turned to look at him, eyes softening at the comment. 

     “I’m glad I don’t make you want to rip your hair out, but really this means I’m not doing my job, Alexei. Что мне делать, чтобы сводить вас с ума?” She questioned, a hint of mischief crossing her features. 

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svrrenders‌:

Mari laughed a little, moreso at Liny’s expression than her actual comment. Honestly the world would be better if there were more of her running around. “Generous but deceptive is a good way to describe him,” she agreed, resting her head back.

“I definitely would if I wasn’t ballooning every day.” She made a disappointed face and pointed to her stomach. “I can’t imagine being stuck in a car like this. But once my bean is out I think that would be a lot of fun. Which inland states have you wanted to see?” 

A small smile returned when Liny asked about her and she simply shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve been better. My blood pressure was really bad which is why I’m here with you and hiding from all the nurses that are crawling around. I couldn’t stand the smell in that clinic anymore.”

    Liny hummed, her eyes softening at the sound of Mari’s laugh. Even in the midst of chaos, it was enough to bring calm. Her eyes followed her fingers, glancing over Mariana’s growing stomach. It was exciting, a baby on the way. Sometimes she forgot that she should be following suit soon enough, but even with her questionable decision making in terms of her career, she wanted very much to be married before she considered bringing a child into the world. 

     “Oh, of course. I don’t blame you in the littlest.” She reassured, “But once your little dumpling is born, and after you’ve had suitable rest, we’ll have to take a trip. I’d like to see any of the States. I don’t know much about them at all. I know California, and New York, and Florida. That really is about it.” Her shoulders pulled together into a shrug, “Where would you want to show me?” 

     Linnéa’s worry returned, “You must keep your blood pressure stable. I’m no nurse, but a pregnant woman needs to remain calm as possible.” She insisted, “Is being here helping? Drawing as you are?” She was hopeful, after all, it was largely quiet and calm in the room. 

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tyinfull‌:

“It’s incredible what we’ve done from past to present.” Ty commented, closing out her work and focusing on the conversation fully. A soft smile was on her face as Linnea spoke, her chin resting in her hand as she listened. “I studied a bit of European design in school, it’s fascinating how modern times incorporated historical structure. Valdez has an archive, but not one that dates fully. There’s actual chunks of time missing when people sort of… Forgot about the city. It’s like no one thought the future would happen so they didn’t care. It’s sad, really.” She thought a moment, looking back out the window. “If you go to old town, though a lot of those buildings still have their speakeasies and hidden tunnels. It’s sort of cool… Dangerous, but cool.”

    “You study design?” Liny asked, her interest piqued. “Fashion, or interior? Or something else entirely?” She added, wondering just what Ty was most interested in. She felt that her style suited the States well enough, even if sometimes she could notice the small nuances, typically in how she pieced an outfit together or what she found to be formal relative to others. “That’s terribly depressing,” She mused, wondering how anyone could simply forget the city. “Speakeasies and hidden tunnels?” She asked, brows raising. “Oh that sounds incredible.” She admitted, overlooking the warning that it was dangerous. “I’ve only read of speakeasies in novels. I would love to see one..” 

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I’ve gotta walk across town and it’s so cold and my head hurts so bad and I just want to sleep 😭

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I’ve got a massive migraine, and it’s the last day of classes before exams. I intended to be on today but replies will have to wait until morning. I’m sorry beans.

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justal1ttlestarl1ght‌:

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King’s was hoping that day and Evan wasn’t sure he was going to make it through the shift. He was debating on taking a 5 minute smoke break despite the fact that he didn’t smoke just to get away from it all. That changed a second later when one his regular customers arrived. He smiled and went up to greet her. “Hey welcome back Liny! You sure picked a crazy time to come. It’s a mad house in here.”

   Linnéa smiled brightly as she met Evan, pleased as ever to see him. “Hey Evan, I always come in at this time. You’re not usually so busy, but everyone must be excited to see your face.” She teased, knowing she’d end up ordering the same thing as always, and then teasing him about it. “What time are you off today, anyhow?”

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👀 + does working for such a prolific criminal and killer bother you?

    “I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers for. I’ve not been told about any killings, and I’d prefer it stayed that way.” @sarpelui

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ofbreaknecks‌:

alexei gave a sheepish smile as linnéa opened the door. “that would be him, in the flesh.” he laughed as he walked in, patting the eager puppy on the head, scratching it’s ear and nodding at her words with a chuckle. “honestly, whiskey would be great, liny.” he replied as he straightened up, taking in his surroundings. “eh —- jail?” he started. “wasn’t my first time, but we’ll try to make it my last.” he shrugged. being in and out of jail was a natural part of his lifestyle, but he couldn’t help but feel odd telling someone like linnéa about it. it was just another chunk of his life, something that had been happening since his early twenties. “so what have you been up to while i was gone?” he mused as he let the dog run excited laps around his legs. 

     Linnéa hummed softly to herself, closing the door behind him as he came into her apartment. Everything was orderly and cozy, enormous knit blankets draped over the couch, stacks of books with assorted bookmarks (usually pieces of mail, sticky tabs, or note paper) peeking out of different pages. The place smelled of vanilla and winter pine mixed together. She felt safe there, comfortable, and she hoped he’d feel welcome and comfortable too. “Jail, hm? I hope it is your last.” She agreed, moving past him and Mysa to enter the kitchen. She climbed up onto the counter to get a glass down and then pulled the whiskey free from it’s hold and filled one glass for him, and a second for herself. She wasn’t usually the whiskey type, but she supposed they had something to celebrate given his newfound return to the civilian world. 

     Carrying the glasses over, she was careful not to let Mysa knock into her and spill the alcohol everywhere. “There you are,” She offered passing one. She lifted the glass toward him, toasting with a smirk, “To extended stays on this side of the bars.” She lifted it to her mouth, swallowing down the harsh liquid with a scrunch of her nose. Her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth as she shook the taste before settling onto the couch. She gestured for him to join her, make himself comfortable. “The usual, work, evacuating my home, being locked in an American high school. You know, I’d never been to an American high school before. It’s nothing like the movies.” She quipped, smiling as Mysa made herself comfortable at Alexei’s feet. “What brought you over? Are you alright?” She asked, concern lacing her tone. 

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kingncvcrro‌:

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He pulled the duffel bag from the trunk of his car and opened it. The other man glanced inside and inspected each package carefully. Once he was satisfied he nodded to Rafael and handed over the money in exchange for the goods. “Pleasure doing business with you.” Rafael kept his charming smile plastered on as he waited until the other man left. He turned around to leave himself, only to find someone openly staring at him. He raised an eyebrow as if to question why she was still standing there. “Can I help you with something?”

    Liny’s grip on Mysa’s leash tightened protectively as she stilled. She didn’t mean to stop and stare, but she’d never actually witnessed the things the town whispered about. She wasn’t entirely naive, she knew full well that the transaction she just witnessed was illegal. It wasn’t trading Christmas presents or selling handcrafted items from an Etsy shop. Her cheeks warmed as Rafael questioned her. Liny shook her head, “No I..do not believe I’m your type of consumer.” 

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👀 Have you ever cooked the books of or for a client?

    “...I wouldn’t say for a client. I won’t find my reputation damaged for the benefit of feeding a client’s greed or covering their foolishness. Cooking the books of a client? Well, maybe once or twice. ” 

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👀 + if you had to join one of the gangs, which one would you choose?

   “I think I would have to say the Cobras. I’m familiar with individuals closely related, and the Cobras seem..less outwardly vicious relative to the Savages.”