Élodie Chang

[dailyniallnews]

Julia Michaels - What A Time (feat. Niall Horan)

[lunpand]

[tvshowsheart]

FRESH OFF THE BOAT (2015-2020)

[nazli-ersan]

@mobscene-starters

“Can someone hit me in the head with a sledgehammer and end my misery?” Azra groaned, pulling down the sunglasses. Downside of not getting shitfaced drunk often - no immunity to hangovers. She tried to restrain from necking too many shots within her community, but this was a safe space, these people didn’t give a flying fuck about a Muslim girl indulging in alcohol. 

If she hadn’t had such a fun time the previous night, Azra may have regretted sipping all the cocktails that were on the offer. Hoping the sun would magically make her feel better, Azra wrapped herself into a zip up hoodie and sat on the chaise longue. 

[elodie-chang]

“If you yak on me. I’ll do more than hit you with a sludge hammer.”

[thierryv]

@mobscene-starters​

Thierry needed to clear his head and honestly, at this moment, that just meant finding a place to sit and see some of his friends. And somehow, whenever he was trying to spend time with some of those people he was closest to, it led him into Vixen. Dress codes weren’t an issue for a man like him, as he always made sure to dress as immaculately as he could, and sure enough there was no hassle at the door, just as always. Immediately he started walking on a bee line towards the bar, eyes scanning the entire room to see who he could notice and who he recognized. Several friendly faces around, good. As he ordered the drink, he felt a presence to his side and he turned and offered a slight nod of his head. “Evening.” The Parisien offered as he waited for the other.​

[elodie-chang]

“Vendroux,” she hummed softly as she nudged him with her shoulder. A familiar face to join them in their section. “Took you long enough to get your ass down here. You just missed a great show. Grab your drink and join us.”

[jessi-reyes]

Having bought a few groceries for Leyla, Jessica held the bags on one arm while trying to check her phone simultaneously. She was talented in many ways, but the idea of being able to read her emails and carry groceries was her breaking point. Turning the corner, Jess found herself bumping the shoulder of a figure and one of her bags falls to the ground, “Fuck!” she swears and kneels down to pick up the fruit and get in back in the bag, “looks like I’m going to be washing this for twice as long now,” she comments looking up to see who she had bumped into.

[elodie-chang]

Putting herself in the direct path of the nurse had been purposeful. Allowing her the opportunity to place a tracker on her person without her noticing. As their shoulders made contact Élodies hand had come quick the contact offered enough force to balance Jessica and place the tracker. Was she being a bit rouge yes but learning as much about Jessica Reyes as possible meant that it allowed her to learn her weaknesses. Learning her weaknesses meant they could be used against the Rutherford’s.

“It happens,” she assured her tone sounding friendly though the French woman hadn’t meant it. “Could have been worse right, they could have fallen in the street.”

[theo-chaussard]

elodie-chang​:

“Off limits,” she repeated as she leaned back in the chair allowing her weight to sink in a little deeper into the back. “We can leave it be. I don’t want to get you all worked up. Fill me in on other things.”

“Less worked up, more….I don’t even know,” Théo sighed, sitting back in his chair, “But in other news, I’m looking into potentially doing a few business deals that should result in us actually be able to get a decent cup of coffee in this godforsaken city if it works out. Would also obviously be a way to clean money, but clearly the British need to learn to make more than tea so I’d also be doing them a favor.” 

[elodie-chang]

“I do love me a good cup of coffee.” Élodies lips pressed together a moment. “They aren’t mine to offer up, so I can talk to Laurent but Smoke and Mirrors and Mistals is always a solid place to do business. I’ve been running that for St. Pierre hes trusted my judgement so far — for some reason.” She laughed offering him a smirk before crossing his arms. “We have coffee but I don’t know if it’s up to your standards.”

[acecroft]

NIKITA | 2x14 Rogue

[oiphafslfhagsjas-deactivated202]

Peaky Blinders: Season 3, Episode 1: “The main thing is, all you fuckers, despite the provocation, from the cavalry, no fighting.” 

[humorblr]

FRESH OFF THE BOAT ( 2015 - 2020 ) | 1x02 Home Sweet Home-School

[theo-chaussard]

elodie-chang​:

“Remind me when she pops again, because she needs a knock over the head.” The french woman rolled her eyes at him before dropping down beside him at the table. “You could have any woman in London and thats what you decided to procreate with.” 

“No. Yvonne’s off limits,” Théo stated, his tone both friendly but firm in a way that warned not to press it. Because even if they weren’t on speaking terms, and he really wasn’t sure he’d even want to talk to her if they weren’t, didn’t mean that he was going to actually be supportive of a plan that ended with her hurt.  “And it’s a lot more complicated than that, and the situation isn’t really something even worth getting into at this point.” 

[elodie-chang]

“Off limits,” she repeated as she leaned back in the chair allowing her weight to sink in a little deeper into the back. “We can leave it be. I don’t want to get you all worked up. Fill me in on other things.”

[elodie-chang]

jeanpalfroix​:

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“Excuse you, I had a real reason for taking my sweet ass time. I did not bring a kindle to Vixen or limit myself to one drink at a party.” Jean smirked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Just for that I should have taken even longer to get here.” Théo and Laurent’s phones going to voicemail didn’t necessarily mean anything, but the fact still left a weird feeling in Jean’s stomach.

“Oh no, I am not giving you that satisfaction. Ever.” Jean gave her a nod of understanding as he walked past her into the office. It was a risk, but it was a miracle that he’d lived this long. His eyes focused in on the box and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. Walking up to it. he ran his fingers along the top and listened for anything that sounded off before wedging the knife under the lip and cutting the tape.

“Things have felt off lately -- I don’t know if its all mental but then this thing showing up. Well it just doesn’t sit right with me.” Élodie moved into the room with confidence only a French loyalist would show when they were walking into something that was going to end their lives.  Granted neither she or Jean had known what was in the box, but whatever it was somebody had wanted them to be here at this exact moment. 

Élodie stood beside him as he dragged the knife against the box giving them the opportunity to open it. Fingers gently touched the side of the box before cautiously lifting it. The familiar stench of death assaulted her senses. Though the smell was strong Élodie hadn’t stopped with opening the box and when she did she revealed numerous body parts with toe tags on them. They were old enough that Élodie hadn’t worried that they were current loyalist, but still give off a smell that turned her stomach. “What in the actual fuck.” 

[elodie-chang]

theo-chaussard​:

“I mean technically speaking, it could be argued that started when I was 16, or when I was in the coma, or you know….December,” Théo deadpanned as he sat down at the table, even though he knew exactly what she was talking about, “But really the tea isn’t really that dramatic. I said something dumb, Yvonne picked a fight over it, and then her guard dog shooed me away like I started it.”

“Remind me when she pops again, because she needs a knock over the head.” The french woman rolled her eyes at him before dropping down beside him at the table. “You could have any woman in London and thats what you decided to procreate with.” 

[elodie-chang]

varden-lefebvre​:.

It was blatantly obvious she was on edge.

Even though he’d been occupying himself at the bar, deep in discussion with the Commandant of Hackney, Varden had found his attention wandering to the exchange happening across the room as the volume started to rise. He didn’t blame the French for wanting to lash out at anybody they could get their hands on these days, but that didn’t mean the Hathaway sisters would be as understanding of Élodie starting a fight in the middle of Vixen.

Whatever she’d said clearly seemed to get through to them eventually, though, because just as he was about to intervene, they were skulking off toward the exit, muttering amongst themselves. Though grateful he didn’t have to involve himself, after excusing himself from the conversation with Valérie, he decided to head over to the Frenchwoman, anyway. Free time was sparse these days, and he couldn’t remember the last time they’d had the time to just talk. Varden placed a drink down in front of her. Then he took a seat himself.

“Making friends?”

“Friends?” An eye brow arched ever so slightly as looked up at him. A smile didn’t pull on her lips in fact she merely lifted the glass he had set down in front of her and brought it to her lips. “They were talking ill of the dead. I wasn’t going to allow it any longer even if that did mean making a scene. I am sorry.”

She wasn’t fully sorry but respectfully she was. 

“How are you this evening?”

[anatolyveselov]

mariaazenha​:

Dancing With The Devil || Open Para

It’s just a little red wine, I’ll be fine Not like I wanna do this every night I’ve been good, don’t I deserve it? I think I earned it, feels like it’s worth it In my mind, mind

She was fine. This was fine. Truthfully she had everything under control. Heels clicked against the ground as slender fingers twisted her long brown hair into a bun as she closed the space between where she stood and her make-up area. Six perfectly white lines lay waiting for her. Normally it was pain kills today. She had bought from somebody knew. She had crushed up the white rock and nicely lined them up. Maria started towards them, stopping in her tracks at the knock on her door.

‘Sapph, you’re up next.“ The familiar voice trailed off, and while she hadn’t answered, she had done the same thing she did every night. The music in her dressing room grew louder, echoing outside in the hallway muffling the sound of footsteps walking away.

Maria picked up the purple straw and held it to her right nostril. Her left pointer finger made its way to her other nostril and seconds later met the first line. One after one, she snorted them until there was nothing but a faint dusting on the countertop. A flat palm brushed the powder away and wiped it on the towel that lay across the back of her chair.

Maria turned on her heels and strut quickly towards the door shutting the music off as she left. She may have needed a bit of encouragement, but the drugs hadn’t affected her performance. Yet.

It’s just a little white line, I’ll be fine But soon that little white line is a little glass pipe Tin foil remedy almost got the best of me I keep praying I don’t reach the end of my lifetime, mm

The pain pills. The cocaine. The alcohol. It all appeared to be a temporary fix and she often found herself going back to more.

“I’m out, but come with me.” Maria nodded to the man in the club. The music so loud that she barely understood a word he had said, but she had known enough that his gripping of her hand meant they were moving. He weaved quickly through the dance floor until they were in a private area and he was locking the door behind her. She swallowed hard, clammy hands wiping against the black dress she wore. The man pulled out a flat baggie giving it a quick flick to his finger before turning his eyes on her. 

“It’s called slayer,” he turned the small package towards her so she could see the design on the front of it. “It’s a new, but the kids out there love it.” 

Teeth bit gently into her inner cheek as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. A low, I don’t know, leaving her lips as she  cast a quick look over her shoulder. She normally only bought from the french, but the guys were asking questions that she wasn’t ready to answer so she found herself here – taking a gamble. 

“I’ll do it with you,” He feed her quickly before closing the space between them. He pulled a cloth bag out of cargo pocket and dropped it on the sink before getting the work. “It’s quick and easy. I’ll do you first – do worry.” 

Maria swallowed hard before nodding as she worked quickly to prepare the drug. Small amount of water. Cotton. A needle. The is it new caused him to paused just long enough to say, yes. The peeling off the plastic had been enough for her to breathe the breath she had been holding. All the things she should have been worried about had and she was worried about whether or not the syringe was fresh from the package. 

Slowly Eli pulled the drugs into the syringe before pulling off his belt and taking a step towards her. 

“I just need too,” He nodded towards her crossed arms before gently reaching out and taking a hold of her. As quickly as he had mixed it all together and loaded the syringe he had tied up her forearm and found a vein. “It’s a good time, promise.” 

Dancing with the devil

Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe. She mentally repeated the directions in her head as she forced herself forward. Her face grew flush, heat rolling up her chest, causing her eyes to grow blurry. 

Heel. To- 

Maria stumbled forward an empty hand, reaching out in an attempt to stop herself from hitting the ground. Still, she no longer had control, as her body came crashing down, colliding with a round circular table before hitting the floor with a loud bang.

Out of control Almost made it to heaven It was closer than you know (closer than you know) Playing with the enemy (oh) Gambling with my soul It’s so hard to say no When you’re dancing with the devil

-

Anatoly was not fond of Vixen, as always his taste was more to the ones that Zhana picked rather than the weird shit that Vixen always tried to pull off. But they had come around every now and again, drinking, watching the show before them. He never would have called it anything special, his nationalistic pride went against it. 

Now he was looking for Maks, or Aviv, or anyone really. He only stepped out for a few moments, but in that time the men either decided to ditch without telling, or they were enjoying the company in one of the private rooms. With a grunt, he walked through the familiar setting, peeking into the rooms, not giving a single fuck about any of the others. 

There was a bang someone had crushed to the floor. Anatoly cast a quick glance at who it was. One of the dancers, of course. Coked up, drugged up out of their minds, not even knowing their own fucking limits. He walked up to her, kicking her side with a negligible force with his foot. “Fucking piece of shit.” He laughed, rolling his eyes, and walked on. If anything, this was going to be a funny story to tell the others. 

“A сука is on the floor, you might want to get that shit cleaned up.” He said out loud, not caring if people were going to rush for that or not. This wasn’t his mess, and frankly, Anatoly just didn’t give a single fuck. 

[elodie-chang]

Three fingers tapped the thigh that was draped over her lap as the woman spoke about her shift. It wasn't rare for the French soldier to find herself in Vixen. In fact, it was rare that there wasn't a french loyalist inside the four walls. So when she caught sight of the Russian yelling, her head snapped from the beautiful woman to the man who, in her mind, didn't belong there.

"Stay here," Elodie quipped quickly, the words sharp and hushed as she started towards the man and whoever he was talking about. Eyes landed on the limp body on the ground. The familiar brown hair and exquisite frame were familiar as soon as her eyes laid upon them. Elodie snapped her fingers before pointing at the loyalist who had followed behind her. "You get her medical assistance."

“and you might want to leave," She didn't have the grounds to physically kick him out, but she was in just the right mood to clean the floors with his face.

[elodie-chang]

A FRENCH MOODBOARD:

As long as we don’t die, this is gonna be one hell of a story

[elodie-chang]

GIVE EM HELL || an Élodie Chang moodboard