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@elena-nayar
"I know he’s got a big assignment for me, that’s all," he said, trying to act as though he wasn’t too bothered. "I want that shit prolonged for as long as possible, y’know?"
"That has to be nerve wracking, but I think you might be in the wrong field if the anxiety is more than the excitement." She tilted her head, trying to figure out what sort of assignment it could be. "I know what you mean, but tomorrow will come one day. It is best to get it over with."
Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I’ve had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.
Katherine Hepburn (via itwasbeauty-killedthebeast)
"I thought it was my boss, actually."
"You do realize that hiding from your boss isn't really normal, right? You might want to change careers if they have you that scared."
"I - maybe."
"What did you do?"
"Um, they would not be those types of brownies. Please."
"You would be amazed how quickly someone can swap out good brownies for fun brownies."
"Blame my agent, not me. I actually wanted brownies."
"Um Charlotte, I know you are a new actress, but you have to know that brownies at a party tend to contain pot."
"There won’t be a water cooler, but there will be wine and catered cupcakes."
"You are a cruel woman, Ms. LeClair. Cupcakes are everyone's weakness."
"Tell me about it. And I can promise that nothing weird is going to happen at it or anything."
"No need to promise that. Everyone knows what happens at a company party only gets dragged out over the water cooler. It's a bonding thing for business."
Two can keep a secret // Jacques and Elena
"I would imagine I have no way of proving you wrong," said Jacques who busied himself with a loose strong on the cuff of his dress shirt. He could care less for the woman’s attempts at manipulation. He had grown up fighting tooth and nail. He knew of manipulation. He considered himself a master at it. Jacques Facilier leaned forward, a grave look in his eye. "I can understand your desire for self preservation, Miss Elena. It’s a desire I am quite familiar with myself. But please, out of respect, do not act as though I can so easily swayed by…” He searched for the words. “Puppy dog eyes, yes? I find this all very rude. And I can assure you that in a situation like this the very last thing you would like to do is insult me. Before you can begin to accuse me of threatening you, know that these are the furthest things from threats. They are merely statements. Portions of a dialogue.”
Exhausted, Jacques leaned back in his seat, crossing his ankles, stretching his legs out. The toe of his shoe touching the leg of her chair. This whole situation was vexing him. He really was at a loss. He tried to act civil, he snapped. He tried to show kindness, she snapped. He snapped at her, she snapped. He felt quite perplexed. “Born and raised in New Orleans. Father murdered when I was only six, Mother ran off to do God-knows-what with God-knows-whom when I was only an infant. Moved to Regium, California to find something more and I did in the form of a gang in dire need of a doctor. And so I became just that. Broke my oath more than once. All for an immense sum of money and power,” Jacques raised a finger with each fact. “Three for three sounds about right, don’t you think?”
“Even those who take the most care with a tender subject tend to leave a scar.” Sucking on the straw, Elena no longer thought of how to seduce the doctor into doing what she wished. This was beyond the common knowledge. He held her freedom in his hands even if he did say that he would not wish to entrap her. He could change his mind at any point, and once she was connected to one murder, others would follow. “I prefer to think of them as bedroom eyes. It sounds less childish.” The brunette was practically pouting as her mind scrambled for the next move. She felt corner by the doctor who did not wish to threaten her, but still her need for self-preservation caused her to panic. Looking into the man’s eyes, Elena searched for the truth, but the man she thought she knew proved to be full of surprises this evening. She couldn’t decipher a single thought going through his mind as hers buzzed with activity.
The woman sat a bit straighter feeling his shoe brush her bare ankle as he relaxed. Elena had gone from being in control of the situation to being startled by Jacques’ slightest movement. She loathed him for it and herself for being in this position. She listened quietly to his tale, wondering if it would be appropriate to tell him that she was sorry for his loss, but Elena doubted that Jacques was a man who wanted pity. They were old wounds that he must have healed with time although they could still be opened with a callous word. She pursed her lips together thinking of what was to be said. He had given her his secrets, but they were hardly even. “Your’s can’t take you to jail. You are a doctor helping the wrong sort of people. The most that would happen is that they take your license. I could still lose my freedom, but I do appreciate the effort.” She sighed, sinking into her chair. “Are you still hungry or has all this talk given you a distaste as well?”
"Maybe in my next thing I can use wigs. I doubt I’ll ever win an Oscar. But, my agent’s having a little party for me this weekend to celebrate."
"That is so exciting! It is about time someone had a party here without there being a sinister reason. Will he be screening your latest achievement?"
"Yeah. I’ve never had to do anything with my hair before." Charlotte made a small face. "If I can’t breath, I can’t deliver my lines though."
"Wigs. Wigs make life so much easier. But think of the Oscar you could get for learning how to talk without breathing."
"Hey, have they gone?"
"Getting into trouble again?"
"I did not know that. Thank you! Minus the crazy corsets, of course."
"Anytime. I'm sure that you will pick up all the tricks of the trade soon enough." Elena chuckled. "But the corsets make the outfit! How can you be a proper damsel in distress when you can still breath?"
Repo! The Genetic Opera (Movie) - "Chase The Morning"
Performances by: Sarah Brightman & Alexa Vega
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Visions of Hell ✝ Claude & Elena
"I did not take anything from you that you did not give to me," he retorted, tensing. "The only power I have over you is the power that you give me. If I had more than that, we’d be in Oakes right now, safe and sound, together. You wouldn’t be hurt." The words tumbled out against his will, and he wished that he could take them back, he wished that he could tuck his desires away, never to be seen, but she always had a way of bringing out the parts of himself that he didn’t want anyone to see. He let out a bitter laugh. "A minor setback? You were shot!" His voice was louder than it should have been, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. It simply would not do if the assistant commissioner was found in the hospital room of a young woman outside of visiting hours. "Something like this changes you, Elena. It effects are not small." He shifted closer, leaning in, far closer than he normally would dare. "You’re going to change, Elena. You’re not going to be the same girl that you were before Sunday." When he saw the tears in her eyes, the wetness on her cheeks, his demeanor changed entirely, his anger gone. Her words were like knives, making lacerations on his chest with every syllable. How did she have such a sharp tongue, even when she was so vulnerable? "I’m sorry," he said, the words abrupt and unexpected. "I know that I’m not a perfect man - I don’t even know if I’m a good man - but I only want to see you succeed." And on your knees. He shook the thought from his head, looking down at her hands. It was a dangerous move, but he was willing to take the chance. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers with uncommon delicacy, testing the waters. He looked back up at her, watching her carefully to gauge her reaction.
Elena couldn’t stop laughing. This hallucination was getting odder by the moment. “I am pretty sure me yelling no while handcuffed to a desk indicates you taking something from me that I didn‘t willingly give.” She shook her head, wiping her tears away. Whatever medicine the doctor had given her, she would ensure never to take again. “Don’t tell me you are in love with me.” She grinned, unable to help herself. This was bordering on ridiculous. Of all the things she could think her mind capable of, producing a loving version of the assistant commissioner was not one of them. Still at times the woman’s mind wondered what would have become of her had she never been forced to flee her home. She could imagine herself babysitting her nieces and nephews, telling them all sorts of stories about heroes who changed the way the world was seen. She might have graduated college or been working on an advanced degree to become a social worker or lawyer. The brunette always imagined being able to do something with her life where she would make a difference rather than sit behind a desk. She would still organize protests, but she could also help from a legal standpoint. She shrugged her shoulder, hissing with pain as the wound made itself known. “I was not the intended victim. I don’t need to spend my life looking over my shoulder for the perpetrator. It was an accident. I don’t see why I need to change.” Claude may think that the wound would impact her, but Elena saw little beyond the physical that would alter in her life. She was already living with someone who protected her. She had people who were after her. Her life was already guarded enough that she needn’t add more security. She would always charge into action without thinking when she saw a wrong. These things were part of who she was, and no bullet could change that. Elena angrily wiped away her tears, upset with herself that she had shed them. She thought that she was over this. She thought that she had left all the hurt in the past, but the woman realized that the nightmare would never be over. It would always haunt her making her feel weak when all she wanted to do was be strong. She shook her head. “No you don’t. You want to see me fail. You want me to come to you for help. I don’t know what it is, but you want to be the reason I succeed.” She gasped, feeling his skin upon her own. The hands were warm and rough. She furrowed her brow wondering how her mind could give her the sensation of being touched. She wanted to rip her hands away, but she was frozen wondering if this was a dream or something all too real.
Two can keep a secret // Jacques and Elena
Jacques watched her fiery quips in response to his revelations. He enjoyed watching her. Seeing how passionate she could become— even if it was to save her own skin and or lie through her teeth— made him feel amused. With ease, he could imagine her in New Orleans. Down by the Bayou taking in the beauty of nature at its finest. Standing alongside the many Mamas and Papas who believed in manipulating more than just what nature allowed. “There it is, there it is,” he nodded when he saw her break off though his satisfaction was cut short by the sudden pain in her eyes. Imagine that. Jacques Facilier concerned for pain he had caused.
"You’ll have to forgive me. I had no idea you would take to the fact so…" He trailed off, waving a hand through the air. "Alas here we are. You had me quite surprised myself, Miss Elena. I won’t deny that." And he wouldn’t admit to her that knowing a woman like herself was capable of such danger enticed him. Excited him to his very core. Jacques ran his finger along his glass’s condensation, eyeing the chef’s turban. Far too much like Mama Facilier if you were to ask him but he made no comments. There was a far more pressing matter at hand.
"You needn’t worry. I won’t be taking anything to the authorities," though having the power to do so did give him a sense of power. He’d cling to it until his dying breath. "I see that this is a very shocking revelation. One that you might find threatening or perhaps even downright wicked. I can assure you that I have no ill intent toward you. Now, my main concern should of course be the topic of my own safety. Which leads me to this proposition…" He leaned forward, just enough so that his words could be kept between them. "An eye for an eye. A secret of mine for one of yours. Neutrality is my specialty." With that he leaned back.
A few moments passed as the woman gasped for breath, coughing as she struggled to regain oxygen. She had known that Jacques held some of her most private confessions, but hearing them repeated back to her caused the panic to flair up. Taking deep breaths, her watery eyes met his own as the brunette attempted to figure out how to save herself. “You do realize how utterly insane you sound, right?” Denial was the easiest path to choose. Elena doubted that the doctor would accept her ramblings in the hospital as a wild imagination, but it was her first option. “I might have a rather hot temper and large mouth, but I couldn’t really do anything. I’m a little thing.” Playing the delicate damsel had helped before, Elena could only pray that it would work now. That the doctor would see the small frame and not the cunning mind. He could recognize the vicious nature of the woman, but few believed her capable of the atrocities that she committed. It seemed physically impossible.
Elena raised an eyebrow, wondering if she should believe Jacques. He could have gone straight to the authorities. The brunette could only imagine Claude too happy to learn that he was right about her wicked ways. He would finally have the evidence to condemn the woman thanks to one of the leading citizens of Regium. He would be able to control the rest of her life, but Jacques hadn’t gone to the authorities yet. That meant that the man must honestly wish to keep her secret or hold them to use later. “I would think you already know how to defend yourself, but what exactly are you proposing?” Elena’s finger traced patterns into the condensation of her glass. To the causal observer, it would seem the girl uninterested in her companion, but the truth was she was awaiting the right moment to pounce. Even in her weak state, Elena was prepared to fight should the need arise. “And just what secret would you offer for the ones I have gifted you with?”
