✞ HIATUS. ✞

Says a lot about your life when the first thing you remember is gun shots and your father's blood on your Sunday dress. Have something to confess?

[dominaetyler]

[ due to mun being busy and lacking msue for this account, I'll be taking a hiatus, at the most it'll be a month or so and if I ever have any bit of muse I'll definitely try to get to replies. So, yeah, see you then. ]

[dominaetyler]

[ beauty ≠ good ] | e&r

   Drinks weren't something she gravitated towards, not her cup of tea normally. But, the night had been exhilarating, three rich bastards dead, covered in their blood as they screamed and begged for mercy. One of her messier kills, but certainly her finest work yet. To celebrate, she showered the amaranth liquid off her skin, but still left the coppery scent on her before changing into simple black slacks with a crisp white blouse and sleek, patent pumps.

   She didn't bother looking around the expensive lounge, in no mood for company and simply wanting a peaceful spot to revel in her exploits for the evening. The spot was extravagant enough for being so close to the red light district, decent performers, nobody broke out into brawls nor did they haggle Eve for her number or promise a 'good time'. 

  With a slow sip of her drink, basic rum and ginger ale, the caramel haired woman took a glance around the establishment, catching the eyes of some guests, however, she found no one of interest. Not even someone she could bother after her glass was emptied. Sighing quietly, Eve took another drink, barely noticing the near ridiculously tall male take a seat beside her, ordering a drink of his own. Turning her head to him, Eve only absently regarded him with a single one over. Hm, maybe he knew about something exciting going on in this pisshole of a district.

              --- "Hey, you. Know of anything happening in the area tonight?" --- 

[unmeinofuheikoohime]

[dominaetyler]

My muse is not always nice. My muse can and will kill. This is in character, and in no way, me against you. I will warn you. I will explain why my muse behaves like that, if it is appropriate to, timing and plot wise. I will attempt to give you a way out of it. But I will not change my...

[dominaetyler]

[ Kaiju a la Mode ; AU ] | Y&K

[fadingkai]

He held his breath for a few moments, the air suddenly feeling so thick around them. This was rare, her smile. His face heated up, worse than all those times Jongin teased him for his little schoolboy crush even though Kai vehemently denied such feelings. Yolanda just meant a lot to him. There was no point in the battle without her or Jongin. Everyone else was just a face that meant nothing to him but expectations that he never felt he could reach. He laughed at her reaction and quickly shook his head. “Nope. Just say you adore me,” he pouted and rubbed his forehead.

"A permanent break would be nice too. One day," he whispered wistfully even though he knew better than to hope for such a thing. If he quit now he’d leave behind Yolanda and his brother. And the only other option was too dark to even consider when he had just finished a battle. "You look nice with your hair down, you should leave it like that more often," he teased, fingers reaching to touch the ends of her hair before curling in on themselves at the mention of food.

He smiled and followed her, despite how his body ached. “Do you think they’ll let me have seconds today? I mean, I did good, right?”

[dominaetyler]

"Pft, I would never. You gotta work real hard for that one." Her laugh echoes throughout the halls, not noticing Kai's tanned fingers just brush the ends of her hair as she leads him to the mess hall.

It was admittedly nice to spend some time with the younger male, despite this whole apocalyptic situation, Yolanda was happy she had someone by her side. She'd never say it out loud though.

With a wistful sigh of her own, the brunette smiled back at him, shrugging some at the notion. "You're right, it would be. But, we'd probably get separated if we ever managed to stop those beasties for good. I'd get stuffed in some pharmacy lab in Italy and you'd go back to engineering in Korea. I guess all that means is that we should make the best of this time, yeah?" The older woman nodded, pushing past some people in the line with pure wit and charm, poor recruits never stood a chance against her.

"Of course they will, besides, you can have half of mine if they don't." She knew he'd chastise her for not eating whole portions again, but what could she do? She just didn't have a large appetite lately.

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-- bait and switch ( ft. eve )

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He keeps his gaze fixed on her wicked smile and the gleam on her eyes. To think that just an hour before she was charming him and laughing along to his words, an indulgent smile on her face. How effective is the delusion that beauty is goodness. 

Chanyeol doesn’t think he has much of a choice. She could either kill him, and she’d still walk away with his money, or she could work for him, and still walk away with his money. She wins, in any case scenario, and as much as anger flares inside him out of indignation that someone wanted him dead, he’s not stupid. 

"When do your services start?" 

[dominaetyler]

   She waits patiently for his response, knowing full well she has him in the palm of her hand at this point. Caramel hair falls over porcelain shoulders as she waits, knowing he'd love nothing more than to strangle her himself, but also recognizing he'd be hanging meat for competitors if he did.

   Raising a brow at his acceptance of her offer, she slipped a small note in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. "I'll be by tomorrow morning with your contract, do get a good night's rest, you'll be getting quite a heavy read with this contract."  

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[dominaetyler]

[ just another day. ] | Y&A

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                   ”Fuck,” he sighed aloud to no one, clearly upset and exhausted. The last cup of energy had been four hours ago and it was purely brewed for the sole purpose of getting Alexander out of bed. After the morning progressed to around half past nine and spending most of it aggressively coming up with another one of those internship programs for the business college, Alexander was in need of a caffeinated boost. Edit after edit, he spent a good hour rephrasing his draft to not sound like the last, the effort put into it had struck his final nerve.

                   Right as he was seconds from punctuating the sentence, saving the document, and leaving for a proper cup of French press, Yolanda had walked in, setting it square on his desk with a slew of information he wasn’t one-hundred percent ready to hear. However, he did hear about the pink slip the errand boy would be getting and just the casual notion of it allowed Alexander to imagine the altercation between the two. 

                   "G’morning. The errand boy picked up decaf again, didn’t he? You should tell him: decaf is not coffee, it is a lie, and it will get you fired." Alexander brought the cup to his lips, taking a steaming hot gulp, a short ah-sound following before he rhetorically asked, "Why do they even make decaf?"

                   Setting his drink down, he looked back at Yolanda, finally prepared to be informed with her handy work. Inhaling it like the cigarette he was about to light, pulling the stick from his breast pocket, he took in what she had said and replied a curt, “Thank you” as a response. His phone began to ring and he answered immediately, his attention toward the window of his office. He held out his forefinger, requesting her presence until the end of the call, and when he hung up, he turned to her. “Will you be joining me on that Taiwan trip?”

[dominaetyler]

   A quiet yawn escapes the younger woman as she almost heads out to return to work and definitely fire that imbecile of an errand boy. However, his all too familiar gesture of "wait" left her simply doing what she could on her constantly on-hand tablet. Humming quietly as she waited for him to finish his call and not able to help the soft chuckle escaping her lips at his remarks towards the evident "evil" of decaf.

   His question shouldn't have surprised her, but nonetheless it was still a shock to hear. He usually preferred going on his overseas trips alone, made the process go by faster, and generally Yolanda took the liberty to work her own private business deals. All beneficial to the company, of course. However, this could provide a new network of connections, should the brunette play her cards right.

   But, her train of thought is interrupted by the reeking stench of tobacco and nicotine as he lights his cigarette, pleasant smile fading into a a disapproving frown. He knew she hated how much he smoked, even if it was "casually" as he put it. Setting her belongings down, Yolanda reached over and plucked the cigarette from the elder's mouth, normally doe shaped eyes narrowed with a chastising remark on her lips.

   "I will have room in my schedule for the next couple of weeks to be able to go with you. And you know these are bad for you, Mr. Liu. Don't go asking for an early grave or others wlll be happy to give it to you."

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██ ▌HELLFIRE .

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[dominaetyler]

   Something about dinner parties, galas and even small gatherings had always..unnerved Yolanda. Even as a small child when she didn't know the barrel of a gun from the trigger and could barely understand the fancy lingo associated with the rich and powerful even with explanations from her pastor. It wasn't until the brunette was much older, almost eighteen years old, did she understand why these events put her on high alert more than even the threat of a terrorist attack could. All of these people were planning to kill each other or ruin someone in as many ways as possible. Crumble entire empires to the foundations so that they could never be rebuilt. It was almost like a game, one meaningless to anyone but it's players.

   Perhaps, that was what made it so exhilarating to even show up at these events. Her very presence turned heads with wariness and sent people into whispered flurries of "Who is she?" "Why is she even here?" and it made the brunette giddy with joy. She held a Royal Flush, knowing she had destruct codes for every person in here, and they had no choice but to fold lest they risk losing everything. Lives included, of course. Flitting between groups of gossiping guests, Yolanda took lazy glances and made small talk with most guests who approached her. Clearly in no rush. The night was still young and it wasn't as if she had to kill the host and hide the body before midnight again. 

   Not yet, anyhow.

   Ah, and there was her man now.

   With a slow breath, Yolanda let a charming and fully indulgent smile spread over her face, one able to melt the ice on any business partner's shoulder. Heels click as she takes slow steps towards the aged man, politely tapping him on the shoulder. "Mr. Park! What a pleasure it is to finally meet you in the flesh! Oh, Miss Kim Yura, secretary of Alexander Liu, he sends his deepest apologies on his absence." She bats fluttering eyelashes, barely holding back the urge to scoff as his stare directs past her face and down to the slight cleavage underneath her flowing cerise dress. Ugh, these men were absolutely deplorable. Now she knew why she hated almost all of them.

   As the hour passed, small talk and not so subtle flirting on his part (he was lucky she couldn't afford losing money to break his hand for groping her discreetly while his wife was around), Yolanda decided she had had enough of this gala, the adrenaline rushing through her body a mere two hours ago now almost completely dissipated. Giving him her signature doe eyes and just barely there pout, she quietly suggests they discuss "private" matters upstairs in his room. Giving another flattering smile, Yolanda once again manages to hold her disgust from showing on her powdered porcelain visage.

   They discuss matters from corporate affairs to what Yolanda does in her "private time" and each time she barely manages to keep from grabbing the knife out its hilt. Each time Mr. Park had stepped closer, her eyes grew more ferocious, analyzing each weak point that she could attack and still look the victim.

   However, even the best plane are fallible to curiosity and variables.

   Immediately glancing up at the newcomer, Yolanda recognized his face almost instantly. Park Hyoshin, heir to this greasy slimeball's company, recently out of the closet and currently his father's godsend. "Ah, you must be Hyoshin, a pleasure to meet you." Easily slipping from the elder man's sight, the brunette held a pleasant tone but her eyes held warning, 'Do not speak of this or risk your life'.

[dominaetyler]

Beckham hated himself for not actually being able to do this previous to his current ghostly position. But with the effort he put into actually creating the bouquet was a huge effort on his part. He never gifted another girl anything. He as extremely thankful that her drumsticks to him had transferred over with him however and he’d definitely treasure those always.

He watched as the courier from the flower shop where he spent a good two hours—-come out to leave the package there on Yolanda’s door. Hopefully she liked it. He stood off in the distance and just watched quietly and waited for her to answer.

Package — Note

   She isn't sure why she's smiling so wide. Or even why there's tears sliding down her cheeks. The sun had already set and Yolanda was simply escorting out stragglers from confession and those who had been praying on their own personal situations. Only to find a rather large bouquet, larger than any she had received from this businessman and that mob boss. 

   Picking up the arms width bouquet with dainty hands, the brunette spots a simple card, words written in scrawled chicken scratch. As Yolanda reads it over multiple times, she barely notices when a single tears blots the edge of the card, immediately looking around, her shoulders slump when she can't see the male anywhere, wiping her eyes quickly and quietly turning on her heel back inside the cathedral.

        -- "You're not even alive and you made me cry. Asshole." --

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Yolanda took slow steps into the cemetery, knowing Beckham more than likely wouldn’t be around at this time of morning but decided she should get this over with before she lost her nerve to do it. Placing the small, wrapped box in front of Beckham’s grave, the brunette pulled out the small card she had written. Silly, really, she was never one to write things out or express even what someone meant to her. Quickly crouching once more, she quickly set the card down and turned on Mary Jane heels, quickly heading out before her own reasoning got the better of her. Inside the surprisingly neatly wrapped box was simply a pair of hand painted drumsticks with shining black tips, ‘McDrummy’ printed near the base of the handle (her own mental nickname for the male). Along with it, the note hastily attached to the side reading ; 

Beckham aka ‘McDrummy’ 

I’m shit at expressing my…feelings. Writing this card is giving me goosebumps, that’s how gross feelings are. But you’re my..friend, I suppose, and you mean a lot even if you’re invisible most of the time. I got you these because you always talk about drums and I couldn’t carry actual drums for you to beat on while you’re bored here. I don’t know if red’s your favorite color but it looks good on you, so yeah, hope you enjoy. 

—- Landa 

P.S. 

I also left a McDonald’s coupon in there too. Just in case you get this before you…you know, go back to being not able to eat.

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As soon as she left, Beckham would appear there at his stone, sitting down on the ground as he began to prepare himself for his ‘return’. Wings drooping, he’d look at the box and tilt his head as he moved it around in his hands, shaking it some. Hearing an all too familiar clatter, he calmed himself down in order to read the card first. That was always important. Smiling a little at what Yolanda had left, he laughs some and began tearing into the present.

Eyes widening at the black and red drumsticks, he twirled them around in his slender fingers and just laughed rather loudly, hugging them to his chest, his thumb rubbing across the name etched in the end, “McDrummy eh? Haha…I like it.” He spun a stick around in his fingers then, getting a feel for them, “Nice, very nice…”

Looking at the bottom and seeing the coupon he hummed with delight and decided to go get yet another bite to eat. He had no time left to lose and he’d definitely pick something up for her along the way to thank her for what she had done.

[kingsfabrcy]

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A vacant seat and an empty notebook, run wild.        Rules · Listing · Apply · Ask

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                                            Our only crime is that we breathe metaphors, that we adore imagery. We’ll be guilty as charged if having a passion for writing is the crime. This is a collective listing of individuals who are addicted to diction. We write.

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-- bait and switch ( ft. eve )

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"The security is one a kind, don’t worry," he drawls out, fear washing away to anger and annoyance, and his worse coming out with the tiniest tone of sarcasm. He doesn’t care at this moment, but her words do perk up his interest. He looks her over, and his shoulders sag a bit, because his night has been long and almost his last. His anger is inexplicable, and maybe its towards himself. 

She’d be a small fortune, he knows. Probably the best money can buy if the price on him was so high. He’s nine million shorter than what he was an hour ago, and even if he’ll make that by the end of the month, it still kind of hits him. “What’s your price for keeping a man safe?”

[dominaetyler]

"No need to be angry. Just doing my job." She shrugs, handing his phone over to him and pulling out her own. "Well, my bodyguard services are certainly cheaper than my assassin services." Eve chortles and pulls up the calculator, putting in various number whilst mumbling to herself.

"Hm, let's see, 15,000 a month. Plus weapons fee, former target discount, and minus not a creep fee. And, your total comes out to 13,200. Pretty cheap, if you value your life." Amaranth lips curl into a wicked grin, tipping her head. "Tell me, Mr. Park, are you interested in hiring a bodyguard?"

[dominaetyler]

[ favours for interested parties . ] | y&aj

       Point is, AJ knew very well whom her eyes lay on. Lee Yolanda, a figure incredulously popular within’ the information ratting business, under the innocent, holy veil of a nun. She had heard word of her, yet was unsure of her whereabouts. Nevertheless, she determined that her service would be beneficial to her contract killings.

      Her client had given her the vaguest information; which honestly had made her want to wrap the fingers of her rugged hands around the speaker’s neck, and squeeze into their suffocation, ‘till they heave their last, desperate breath. But she couldn’t, since the amount of stacks the client was willing to give meant jackpot.

      Problem is, the location of the person on her death list was unknown. To her client, and to her. Though she preferred independence over teamwork, to get this kill done, she needed someone who could give her that information.

      In the end, AJ had found Yolanda. From the description of her appearance, and the give away cross inked permanently onto her flesh, she had found her target. The second she spotted her walk through the club’s doors (the club in which AJ was a bodyguard), she grabbed the girl by the wrist, and to ensure that she wouldn’t wriggle out of this, pinned her up against the wall; forearm forced at her chest, keeping her lodged in place.

        ”I need you to do me a favour—”

           Words were spoken, but she got abruptly cut off by Yolanda’s sneering line.

        ”Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

         Clearly, such a retort was barked in reference to Yolanda not up for the idea of business, seeing as she was going to be out of the club sooner or later; vanishing from AJ’s sight. Problem is (and metaphorically speaking), the fish has been caught in the net, and AJ wasn’t going to give it liberation.

         Eyes narrowed into a glare, hoping to bore through the girl’s own hues, left her uttering through gritted teeth in a state of annoyance; almost triggering a cautioning snarl on her face. The tone of her voice alone screamed hazard.

         ”This isn’t a fuckin’ joke, you either help me get my hands on that person, or I’ll be sure to get my hands on you.”  

     -- Eugh, the Red Light District. A steaming cesspool in the underbelly of the city. A secret being kept from the public all to please the rich elite who operated there. Yolanda had to admit, it was actually nice to be back.

Her original intent was to simply watch important guests and mingle about. The Red Light was the only place she couldn't have unlimited access with her cameras, damn ingrates kept destroying her cameras.

Dressed and already deep into her cover, the brunette was taken in surprise, for the minute she entered the club, her back was immediately against the wall, both arms gripped into place. Temporarily surprised, she glanced up to see who was assaulting her. Only to see a vaguely familiar face, searching in her mind for a name to match. AJ. Contract killer, strangely attractive up close. But that was beside the point of her current situation.

Yolanda could barely register the other's words, only spitting out a retort when she heard the words 'I need' and 'favour'. Favours never ended well for her position, this is why people paid upfront.

                          ---    "Listen, you're attractive and all. But, one, I don't do favours, people pay me and I perform services. Two, if you don't stop cutting off my air circulation, I'm not doing a damn thing for you."   ---

Yolanda gave an exasperated sigh with her words, people were beginning to watch, and some of them knew who she was. So much for undercover.

                             ---   "I have a private office here, let me go and we can go up there instead of making a scene."   ---

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