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[fracturedlcve]

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Brooklyn Pierce || Intro || Soph Cole || Intro || Grayson Wilder || Intro || Tati Santoro || Intro ||

[shatteredsculs]

HE CAN'T TELL IF she's backtracking -- or if she really doesn't care about him and what they had at all. because at the end of the day, yes, the politics exist. because she couldn't seem to set those aside when he'd offered the hypothetical. their chemistry... he felt it. in his bones, he could feel every time he touched her. that in every room, he was always drawn to her. but maybe, just maybe, he'd been far too foolish. because he loves her. unconditionally, so much so, that it somehow angers him all at the same time.

because if things had been different, would they have ever had a chance?

her vitriol almost makes him want to laugh. because last time he'd checked -- bash had wanted to at least try to be a father. and yet, there was clearly so much more than that now. and him? man, did he feel like nothing right now. like the moments that they had together never really mattered.

" you told me he wanted t'be a dad, soph. " he mutters under his breath, eyes looking to the ground before he finds it within himself to look upwards again. " and i never asked y'to tell everyone -- jesus fuckin' christ. who the hell do y'think i am? 'cause if i had known -- this woulda stopped a long time ago. "

perhaps his punctuation is a bit angrier than he'd expected it to be, but perhaps some of it is earned. because before they'd even been intertwined, they were friends. two people trying to take care of that little boy when the father couldn't find the balls to step up and be there for him.

" then i guess i really am a fuckin' idiot, sophia. " he mutters. because here he had been, thinking they could take the time to build something real. and sure, he'd not owed that -- but every human has their right to hope, even if they're eventually crushed. " because somewhere along the line, i had t'go 'n fuckin' fall in love with you. "

the air between them seems to almost crumble, like it's been sucked out of the room.

" guess i was the one who was wrong then. i'm so sorry i thought we had somethin' real -- or that you didn't seem to feel like y'could have an adult conversation with me. that we could possibly work through somethin'. my fuckin' fault. "

he can feel the anger rising in his chest, knowing full well that he needed to leave. he releases an exhale as he buries his hands in his pockets.

" i ain't gonna let this effect shit with the riders -- hell no. i ain't that fuckin' dumb. but from your life? consider me done. because i think i've loved you from the first second we were together. i would'a been fine easin' into things -- doin' whatever we needed t'do. but no. guess i was just a convenience for you. cool. "

[fracturedlcve]

Soph nodded, "Yeah and look how long that lasted? It's what he said and where the hell is he then? Fucking abandoning his son again." She rolled his eyes. "Fuck him. Fuck Bastian." She didn't want to talk about him, not anymore.

"Known what? That we were just having sex? Because I thought that was under the impression that was implied from the moment I drunkenly crawled into your lap and begged you to fuck me." She threw her hands up as she spoke before planting them on her hips. "So please tell me what about this you didn't understand?"

She rolled her eyes at his next words, when he called himself an idiot and then he went on. The words hit her like a sucker punch, knocking the wind right out of her chest as she shook her head side to side. For a few moments she choked on the air as she tried to force the words out but the only thing that was taking over her body was panic. "No." She finally managed. "No. Don't say that!" Her voice raised in volume but they were shaky, cracked.. broken. "You don't love me. No body loves me."

Her words were revealing the broken girl under all that tough exterior. "Y-you can't" Her head continued to shake as her hands got gittery. "You can't love me. I'm unlovable." And she believed that right down to her core. It was what Charlier reminded her everytime she did something he didn't like. No one else will love you. No one else wants you.

Her heart just continued to break as he went on. I thought we had something real. She turned away from him, she couldn't look at him. Couldn't let him see her break. Not as her chest began to heave a little faster. Her hand came up to rest in her chest as she sucked in short rapid breaths.

But from your life? Consider me done. It shouldn't hurt this bad, she should feel this much pain, no, not from just a hook up. But he never really was that, was he? Even if she tried like hell to convince herself of that. But she couldn't take this, it was to much for her to handle and yet, her heart didn't seem to care as it shattered to a million pices and crumbled to her feet. There was only one thing she could mange now, and it was to finish it off, "Leave."

[noctisordo]

the   ground   beneath   their   shoes   had   been   scorched   ,   from   the   blast   and   the   subsequent   fire   that   had   spread   across   the   terrain.   the   fire   had   eaten   everything   in   its   path   ,   gluttonous   ,   favoring   all   who   were   unfortunate   enough   to   be   within   it.   bodies   were   scattered   ,   though   the   police   and   fire   department   were   doing   their   best   to   collect   them   ,   to   bring   them   where   home   could   collect   them.   dante's   gaze   danced   from   one   to   another   ,   but   he   couldn't   focus.

maybe   it   was   the   smoke   ,   perhaps   it   was   the   screaming   that   still   echoed   in   his   ears.   maybe   it   was   his   own   mind   playing   tricks   on   him.   creating   false   statements   that   he'd   focus   on   the   next   body   ,   only   to   see   sloane's   face   staring   back   at   him.   his   jaw   tensed   ,   the   muscles   popped   ,   and   he   only   came   back   into   focus   when   sophia's   words   echoed   through   his   mind.

just   some   santoro   bitch.

the   words   stuck   with   him   ,   as   he   came   to   a   slow   halt.   he   shouldn't   care   ,   they'd   chosen   their   affiliation.   they   had   staked   their   lives   with   the   mob   ,   chosen   that   path   for   themselves.   but   even   as   he   counted   off   the   reasons   ,   he   found   himself   taking   that   step   closer.   to   pivot   in   their   direction.   just   as   his   hand   came   up.   fingers   pressed   first   to   his   forehead   ,   then   the   center   of   his   chest   ,   his   left   shoulder   ,   and   finally   ,   his   right   shoulder.   all   while   the   words   fell   silently   from   his   tongue.

it   was   the   least   he   could   do.

in   the   blink   of   an   eye   ,   the   moment   had   passed.   and   dante   had   stepped   away   ,   drawn   back   to   the   matter   at   hand.   to   the   situation   that   still   faced   them.   and   he'd   barely   made   it   a   few   more   steps   before   the   reality   hit   him.   like   a   punch   to   the   gut   ,   a   slap   to   the   face.   like   he'd   been   hit   by   an   eighteen   wheeler   that   hadn't   even   attempted   to   stop   or   slow   its   collision.

❝ god   ,   no. ❞   the   words   tasted   like   sacrilege   ,   but   he   couldn't   seem   to   be   bothered.   not   when   the   truth   lay   in   front   of   him.   burned   ,   broken   ,   the   remnants   of   the   man   that   he   once   was.   dante   stumbled   as   he   stepped   closer   ,   until   he   slowly   ,   carefully   eased   himself   closer   to   the   ground.   closer   to   the   broken   body.   his   hand   reached   out   ,   hesitated   in   the   air   ,   before   he   pressed   it   to   the   man's   unmoving   chest.   this   couldn't   be   happening.

❝ it's   ...   rhys.   ❞

[fracturedlcve]

Soph had a way of building up walls. She went into this knowing there was a good chance she would face some loss. She put those walls up to brace herself of what they could be facing. News was slowing pouring in as they gathered more intel from people and the odds were not looking great.

Seeing the young santoro henchmen didn't sit well, but she was relieved. Thankful it wasn't one of her own. The guy didn't deserve the death he got but she can't say she would mourne him. Many of the people were at the wrong place and the wrong time and he was just another one of them. Off to the next body.

There were two laid close together, some of the worst burns out of them all. They were unidentifiable. She assumed they were the stand workers, they were the closest to the blast afterall. She paused for a moment to recognize the price they paid, the pain their families would feel.

then Dante's words rang out, hitting her ears just like a freight train. Her head snapped over to where he was standing and the body at his feet. It's Rhys. Rhys. Her Rhys. Uncle Rhys. Sophia closed the distance between them now, coming to stand behind him where he was crouched down. "Uncle Rhys." She said somberly, and that was the only hint of emotion she showed. She looked down at the corpse, the one that used to baby sit her, hold her while she cried and put bandaids on scraped knees.

"The police are going to want to take him. Uncle Zahir is in the hospital" she paused, better off that Z wasn't having to look at his dead brother. "I'll inform my dad. I'm sure Z can get us any information from the autopsy and get things done quickly so we can have a service." Those walls were standing tall now, protecting her heart. If she had something to focus on, she wouldn't break down.

[shatteredsculs]

IT WAS NO SECRET to anyone that if you liked being in a hospital, outside of the charitable and fulfilling work that one might do in its confines -- there was something seriously wrong with you. it did give eve some pause, entering a place like this, but to be near someone who she wanted to check in on -- it was worth the entrance. " oh, fuck no. you're too much of a badass for that. " she says with a soft, thankful smile. " hypothetically if someone threw in a milkshake with that... what flavor would you want? " a wink soon followed. " really brook, i'm so glad you're okay. i had to stay and document for evidence and it was... " harrowing. and so, so clearly full of anger.

[fracturedlcve]

Brooklyn shook her head, "I just can't believe there is someone so fucking sick out there. Only a truly disturbed person can do something like this.. I just... I don't have words." She willed the tears to not spill over again. "My back will never be the same again and as for my modeling career, my ticket to better life, gone." No one would hire here looking like that. "I know you probably can't tell me much, but did you find anything? Are you guys close to catching this fucker?"

[xxblackmagicx]

the moment gray had called her asking for help, she had packed up some stuff for her and emira before making her way over. car seat in hand, she placed it down on the coffee table before placing the bag on the floor. "let me take her for a few." she was sure she could get alessia to calm down. that was the one thing she was good at. "emiras bottle is in her bag, thing you can feed her?" she asked as she took alessia from him. "and you're not doing anything wrong. sometimes babies are like this. emira was like that for a month after she was born." holding her gently, she swayed her body back and forth. the crying starting to come to a stop.

[fracturedlcve]

Wilder didn't hesitate to hand over the screaming baby. Not when she had been like that for hours. "Yeah, but Emira was a new born then." He paused as he moved to pick the other baby up, his other little girl. Sure, Emira wasn't his, (neither was Alessia) but he stilled cared about the little girl. Wilder claimed Alessia as his own before she was even born and he wouldn't change it one bit. She would be in danger if her birth father ever found out. She was a Santoro and a MC member heir. "Alessia is six months old now, she shouldn't regress like this but I mean, her mother did just bail on her." He exhaled as he cradled Emira in his arms. "Look at her, being so good for you."

[mclancolia]

" absolutely , united front. " at least that's what it appeared to be. tatianna had been one of them and yet he always thought his father was a bit unfair with her. she didn't choose her life , she got dealt with some shitty cards and she had no choice but to play along. " we shouldn't but we are -- heard sienna might be coming too. " brow furrowed at her question before shaking his head , almost offended at the insinuation , " god no , i'm much better than a third wheel. " he paused. " i know a guy -- heavy duty ones too , hold the odor a lot better than the county ones. " there was that usual humor she was used to. " you can always tell your husband to set him up in some nice hotel , not mine , he wants me gone too knowing i'm here to make sure he doesn't act like his usual self. "

[fracturedlcve]

Tatianna rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, so united." She wished they would all leave. She was beginning to like her life her in the valley, thousands of miles away from the rest of her "family" though she didn't consider them that at all. She was essentially their Cinderella, a means to an end. "Oh god no. She's the worst." Tatianna rolled her eyes. This seriously couldn't be happening. "My husband has and yet he still refuses. Seriously, get him out." Her voice was stern. "I am going to hurt him if he doesn't leave me the fuck alone. He's making me so uncomfortable. So you better get working on it, because he's being worse than usual."

[vicelead-a]

" first of all, " she begins, shifting around on the couch with the ice cream tub in her hand, digging her spoon in to take another large scoop. " that bitch had it coming, okay? i actually thought about visiting her to see if she's had her new plastic nose installed yet but ... you know. " the restraining order kind of prevented that or she'd no doubt be brazen enough to actually ask her that to her face. " secondly, when do i get to babysit zak again? i bought him a new dinosaur toy i think he'd like. "

@fracturedlcve . location ... soph's house.

[fracturedlcve]

Soph learned early on that Reyna was an acquired taste, one she liked. She was a little out there and a little crazy, but she liked that. Soph couldn't help but laugh, "Oh my god, Reyna." She shook her head at the girl. "You are insane; you are going to get yourself arrested." Though that wouldn't be surprising. "How can you tell me that crazy ass shit and then ask to be in charge of my child?" Her tone was light, though, with hints of amusement and poking fun at her friend.

[dixiemontoya]

closed starter: @fracturedlcve

"If you're not busy or waitin' on anybody, my table is right over there. You're more than welcome to join. Honestly, I wish you would. My friends are all scattered 'round here somewhere and I could really use the company."

[fracturedlcve]

Brooklyn offered the other girl a small smile. She was doing better since the accident, but she was still in a bit of pain. Her black-cast arm was resting in the sling as she entered the cafe. "Yeah? I was just planning on making it a quick stop, but I am not in a rush or anything, so I can join you." She could use the company too if she was being honest. "What's going on?"

[buffypark]

closed starter: @fracturedlcve.

"... What is wrong with you? Genuinely."

[fracturedlcve]

Sophia's head reared back as she looked at her girl, her brows furrowed and her eyes a little wide. "I just wanted to check on you. Last time I saw you, you were in shock and covered in blood, so excuse me for trying to be a good person."

[xxblackmagicx]

open to: tate ( @fracturedlcve ) location: oceanside bar & grill

late nights at the bar & grill were usually her favorites. with people starting to head home, it gave her some peace and quiet. sitting on the chair outside, a small sigh escsped her lips as after she took a sip of her glass of wine. hearing the door open, she looked over. seeing her twin there, she froze for a moment before placing her glass on the table. the last time she had talked to tate, she made it clear that she didn't want thalia in her life. "i didn't think i would ever see you again."

[fracturedlcve]

The Oceanside Bar and Grill happened to be one of Antonio's favorite, more low-key places to go. Low-key in the sense of it being more casual than some of the other restaurants they frequented. It had a more chill vibe and was filled with the people that fit it. It was a place where he could go to be more dressed down and carefree, which for a man like Antonio didn't happen often. Tati also knew it was time to set eyes on her sister. The recent events were a lot for the town, and she wanted to make sure everyone was okay. She let out an exhale. "Yeah, same." She paused. "Antonio really likes it here."

[brokenxdreams]

"oh, I'm sure of it. my brother-in-law is nothing if not competent." tommy could tell the other guy didn't trust him. the vibes were off, the way he stared at him, the way his body was positioned. everything about grayson screamed distrust and maybe a little disdain, but none of it bothered tommy. he didn't care about some little soldier's emotions. "I have no doubt they will. but I will admit, this town is growing on me. I might extend my stay, be a little more...tourist-y."

[fracturedlcve]

Wilder gave the man a curt nod; God, he hated him already. "The most competent." The dude seemed like a grade-A asshole. Wilder wondered what kind of business brought him to town; he knew some details of the arranged marriage that seemed self-explanatory. The Donatelli's were now allies, but that didn't mean trust didn't need to be earned. Grayson liked Tatianna, though- well, liked looking at her at least. "Sounds like a good idea. There is a lot you can visit around here, but sadly I need to get going, I got people to check on. I hope you enjoy your vacation."

[jasonxmacavoy]

Jason adjusted her pillow one last time—the movement careful, deliberate. Like if he did everything right, maybe it'd somehow make up for all the shit that'd brought them here in the first place. A small, tired smirk followed, tugging at the corner of his mouth as she teased him and recalled the night in the fragments. Her drunkenness. The singing. Something about stumblin' and fallin'.

"Ain't nothin' I haven't seen before..." He paused, the same words he'd used earlier before everything went to shit. "...or heard." Jason added, then snagged the chair nearest to her bedside. "Think half the damn festival mighta heard ya."

He lowered himself into the seat, forearms braced against his quads as he leaned forward. The smirk faded. His chest tightened. Her questions hit him one after another, each one landing harder than the last. For a half-second, his usual roughness dulled, replaced by something he couldn't quite name, yet didn't bother to hide. He just reached for Brooklyn's hand with both of his.

"After that, ya went t’get fuckin' popcorn," His thumb traced over her hand, holding on like letting go might pull back into that fire. "There was an explosion." Those blues dropped down to the jacket then back up again. "Ya got caught in it. I got there as fast as I could, but if it wasn’t for Jules—" The rest got stuck in Jason's throat, and he swallowed hard, the memory burning behind his eyes. How his blood went cold. How he ran like hell. How he thought he'd lost her—again.

"Ya weren't supposed to go." Jason shook his head, the words coming out rougher now—quieter. "I told ya I'd handle it." His jaw worked once. Then, twice. His hand stilled. And he looked Brooklyn straight in the eyes.

"I neva shoulda let ya go."

[fracturedlcve]

Brooklyn let out a small laugh; it was tired, but there was a hint of something more there. "Pretty sure that's what you said about taking a peek at my ass." She teased him lightly. The conversation brought a lightness to the room, which was drowning in pain and sorrow. She needed that. "Honestly, they should consider themselves blessed to have heard me. I'm an amazing singer." Which was not very true; there was a reason she was a dancer instead.

Brooklyn watched as he fit his huge frame into the seat; he looked like he swallowed it whole. She always liked that about him. He always thought of his mass as big and clumsy, always awkwardly filling the space. Brooklyn just thought there was more of him to love.

Brooklyn smiled somberly as he took her hand; it was so petite inside both of his. The smile she hoped reassured him that she was okay, but she knew what he was about to say would hurt them both. That the retelling of the events just hours before would be painful.

She looked at him, her eyes soft as he spoke. Jason was never one to show his emotions, his hurt. He was never one to get vulnerable, and yet she had seen it out of him before, not very often, though. She watched as he swallowed down the words he couldn't get out, and she gave his hand a squeeze, a small gesture.

"I know." She whispered back. She wasn't supposed to go. Not for the damn popcorn. Not for L.A. Not ever. "I'm sorry." She hated putting him through this, hating seeing him in this kind of pain. Or any pain, really. But physical pain he could take; he could handle so easily. The emotional shit weighed on him differently, in ways he wasn't used to.

"Never again." She paused; the words were cracked now as she forced them out, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling over. "Never let me go again." His words held meaning beyond the popcorn, and she wasn't sure if he meant it in that way, but she sure as hell did when she responded. Never again would she leave him. "I'm not leaving you again. Never." Her words were filled with emotion now as she pushed herself up to sitting. Her movements were weak and clumsy.

"Come here." She mumbled as she used her hold on his hands to help pull her up and swing her legs to the side. She was pulling him up now so she could wrap her cast-free arm around him, hold him tight, and squeeze.

So much pain. So much loss between the two of them. "Help me, please." She mumbled against him. "I want to see the damage," because that was her price to wear, the consequences of her actions.

[brokenxdreams]

tommy: what the fuck is high water?

[fracturedlcve]

Tati: A 5-star hotel

[brokenxdreams]

tommy: calling the cops on family? tommy: is that really the kind of impression you want to leave in this town? tommy: come on, tati. be nice to me. I'm being the perfect house guest.

[fracturedlcve]

Tati: There is a suite for you at the high water Tati: go there Tati: and die

[brokenxdreams]

"damn right you did. don't let the old farts tell you otherwise." a wide grin appears on her lips as she moves closer, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. seeing the girl lying there brought a bitter taste to her mouth, a pang of anger that she couldn't digest. none of them deserved what happened. "we were forged in fire, right? or whatever inspirational bullshit we're supposed to be saying right now. seriously though...I'm really glad you're okay. I don't know what we would have done if we lost you." a hand lays gently on the younger girl's leg, almost too scared to touch anywhere she might hurt.

[fracturedlcve]

"You know me, Vic. I ain't ever let a man tell me how shit is." She said with a small laugh. "Or what to do." Jason learned that nice and early. Brooklyn didn't like to play by the rules. "Forged in fire. Huh." Now that was something she could think on. Victoria was different from the rest, she wasn't the kind to sit here and insist Brooklyn admit she wasn't okay or any of that crap. Vic understood her. "I'm just gonna rise from the ashes or whatever." She said with another laugh. "I'm sure yall would have managed fine. Maybe not Jay, I think you might have actually witnessed him shed a tear or something. But no worries, I aint going away that easy, not again."

[luzriverass]

soph cole had a keen eye for people having an ulterior motive, it seemed. or perhaps, she just had enough to hide that she was on constant guard about it. either way, it wasn't the most advantageous start for luz, but maybe it was easier to be straight forward in this case anyway. "alright, coming right up." not too long later, luz returned with their two drinks, a glass of wine for herself and the something with vodka requested by soph. "i'm curious about the rift riders. the history and all that stuff."

[fracturedlcve]

Soph always had her guard up, it didn't matter who it was. It was something she learned as a kid. She even kept her own sister at arms length because she wasn't in the club. "Thanks." Soph let otu as the girl returned. She brought the glass up to her lips. "There isn't much to know." She said bluntly, "Just your average motorcycle club, a club for old guys who like motorcycles who then had kids who had kids who had kids. Boring really."

[fracturedlcve]

Location: Guliana's Place Status: Closed @velourhush

It was a new development, being a solo dad, it was something he was not expecting, though he understood why it was happeneing. He was forever grateful for her sisters though, the only family he has ever known. "hank you for agreeing to watch the baby tonight." Wilder said with a smile as he walked in, diaper bag on one shoulder and the baby carrier on the other. "I have a really great date planned for Leyla tonight and ever since she left" he paused, Giovanna. "I think we both coulde use a night away from the kids."