GENIE GRAY !

[geniegrayx]

ginnyren​:

Ginny raises a carefully calculated eyebrow at Genie’s comments. This is not Ginny’s first handoff. Not the first time someone has tried to use emotional leverage, real or fabricated to their advantage. Ginny is unfazed, people have cried before at meetings, have begged at her feet and then up-ended tables with the same breath. Ginny shrugs noncommittally, folds the coupon in half and slides it into her pocket. “I’ll look into it,” she says placatingly. 

Ginny walks back around to the hood of the car, swings her dark red leather briefcase onto it and spins the tumblers until they display the correct combination and pop open with a satisfying click beneath her thumbs. She beckons Genie closer. 

“This,” Ginny says, “Is a very expensive necklace.”  It is not. Ginny pulls a white jeweller’s glove from her pocket and puts it on, runs a loving finger down the side of it. “40 carats in total, each diamond is flawless and colourless.” Ginny watches Genie’s face carefully. If Genie is an expert, she would know as Ginny knows that this necklace, if it is as Ginny says, is wildly overkill for this car. This necklace, if it is as Ginny says, could buy this car several times over. This necklace, however, is moissanite and not diamond. Moissanite, which is rarer than diamond although less valuable, is indistinguishable from diamond to the untrained eye. Ginny could sell this necklace for the same price as a diamond necklace. So could Genie, if she were a good enough thief. 

Ginny unattached the necklaces from its safety hooks and holds it out to genie, extends her other hand as well, “Necklace for the keys?” Ginny asks.

-

She got the feeling that Ginny didn’t like her. But, Ginny seemed like one of those people who tried really hard to be super cool and uncaring and that always seemed way so tired to her, so maybe she was just trying to appear cool. Personally, Genie preferred to lean into her own odd cheerful social attitude, she liked people to underestimate her. But, all in all, had no interest in endearing herself to people who did not like her. Genie was not easy to deal with, she could admit that. So, making someone like her and then keeping them liking her just seemed like a lot of work. 

However, she could respect savvy when she saw it, and maybe it was better to not like someone like Ginny. Maybe she'd have to steal something from her in the future. It was the life of a thief, wasn't it? No honor, or whatever it was they said.

"It's pretty, thank you,"  Genie said, nodding her head, as she reached out handing over the keys and taking the necklace from Ginny.  "We should totally do this more often. Maybe we can go out for ice cream afterwards. What's your favorite kind? You seem like a pistachio type person, or something unique and classy like that. Mine is Rocky Road."  She said this as she went back into the front seat of the car, digging around for her bag, and pulling out at skateboard as well. She needed a way to get home, right?

"I just filled up the tank so that should be fine, but I haven't checked the oil or anything like that. That's something you have to do sometimes with cars right?"  She shrugged her shoulders, hiking her bag over her shoulder and dropping the skateboard, getting on it and rolling around in the area.  "Tell whatever rich guy who bought this car that it's vibes are terrible. Anyway, this was fun! Don't be a stranger!"  Genie called over her shoulder as she skated on out of the garage and into the late night of the city.

[geniegrayx]

oflightfeet​:

Sitting cross-legged on one of the uncomfortable, wooden chairs in the pub, Wren leans his head on his palm, staring at the food. They have no appetite again. It’s like Leon’s sudden death made a tear in their body and left a hole where their stomach had been. Nothing will satiate it and Wren is glad, at least, that they’re at a pub, as they can appreciate an alcoholic beverage still.

Something about this is bittersweet. Wren looks at Genie and feels overtaken by a sad kind of nostalgia, wishing that this could be awfully simple: just two friends sitting in a pub, splurging on food that wasn’t good for them, staying out too late considering the day after was a work day. It feels like they’re in limbo, almost, in this temporary moment of peace, seeking escape in each other’s company. How Wren would like to live in this moment, even if they still feel weighed down and weary.

“Once the clock strikes midnight, I’ll punch you right between the eyes,” Wren quips, giving Genie a small smirk. The truth is, of course, that they don’t want to hurt the other. But to voice such a sentiment when they had stabbed Mitzi not too long ago would only feel insincere, even if it’s true. Wren lifts their head, shrugs their shoulders at the other’s question. “I don’t know. I know I’m not texting those freaks. If I wanted to repent, I’d become a monk or a nun. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just wear the same outfit, day in, day out. Some monks even brew beer, I think. I want to be one of those.”

Daydreaming is just another form of escapism and as Wren paints the image, they find themself fleeing into the picture for a moment. Once returned to the sticky bar, they take a sip from their beer and let out a snort. “I’d like it if everyone could stop fighting for one fucking minute.” He thinks over his words for a moment. “Well, I guess that’s what’s happening now. But when it comes to them … I don’t know. I just wish they weren’t here. Poofed from existence, maybe. Teleported to a different plane of existence, away from our lives.” 

-

Genie laughed, shooting a grin towards Wren.  "Just like in Cinderella, eh?"  She said, a little cryptically, not expanding on exactly how getting punched in the eyes at midnight was like Cinderella, but Genie had faith that Wren could probably put it together. To be honest she truly didn't care what the gangs wanted, and the only reason she was not hanging out with her friends that were in other gangs was because they were the ones who wanted to follow the rules.

She had no aspirations inside Pestilence beyond bothering Fletcher (and now making sure he did not end up dead), but well... Wren had already shown that they would do some pretty fucked up things because that was what Famine had told him to do. Genie hadn't brought it up, she hadn't really had time, and now it seemed like small fries compared to everything else so it didn't matter much anymore. Besides, Mitzi was okay, and maybe had let it go. Still, she had to wonder, because she'd never been able to ask -- it wasn't like she was important or anything -- but what would happen if someone had asked Wren to attack HER. Or Zach, or Evren?

Genie just didn't like the idea of her friends fighting.

"Oohhh,"  Genie said, nodding her head enthusiastically,  "they sing a lot too. I'm not a great singer but I was in choir in school for a couple of years! It was pretty fun. I would join a monastery if I could make booze and sing all day."  Genie would never last in a place like that. Wasn't it supposed to be quiet contemplation or something? She was way too talkative, It was much more Wren's style, but compared to everything going on it sounded like a great life.

Genie took her beer in her hand peeling the label from it compulsively, and frowning a little as she listened to Wren.  "I know it all sounds really childish, you know? Wanting all the fighting to stop, and getting along. I doubt anybody ever really got along, but they weren't fighting before. War wasn't off shooting up PEST and killing innocent people. Nobody was ordering people to run around to 'teach people lessons' or whatever. There were no explosions, or weird cults. It sounds so stupid, wanting all of this to end. Like I'm that one girl in Mean Girls you know? I just wish we could all get along like we used to and I'd bake a cake out of rainbows and smiles and whatever... That's not it, really. I just..."  Genie set the beer down and settled in for tapping her thumb on the table as she searched for the words, shaking her head.  "I just don't want to have to worry about Fletch, or you, or Ev, or Zach, or Mitzi, or whoever else. And I don't want to hurt anybody. I have a really bad feeling about everything. I just want these new people to go away and fucking die."

[geniegrayx]

ginnyren​:

Ginny winces at the squeal of fabric across metal, her back still turned from Genie, and prays fervently that Genie has not scratched Jack’s beloved car. She can imagine his crushed puppy eyes now in her mind at the botched paint job, can imagine now too how it’ll will end up her job to fix it. 

Ginny steps back from her inspection and instead turns her quizzical eyes towards the woman talking a mile a minute at her. A small hurricane might not contain the same energy that Genie does, 2am on a weekday. “Truly, I did not need to know all that.” Ginny tilts her head at Genie. “I won’t be meeting your brother. This is a single meeting sale and I won’t be chasing another member of your family across London. If he is anything like you, I have a bad feeling it will take a few years off my life.” 

Ginny frowns down at the paper, hesitating for a moment before taking it from Genie. Ginny squints at the slightly crumbled coupon before looking back up at Genie incredulously. “Am I being? Punked?” Ginny asks. She wouldn’t put it past Jack. She wouldn’t put it past Vincent. She could picture it in her minds eye, at any moment now they would come stumbling out from behind one of those big crumbling pillars, doubled over and clutching their stomachs with laughter. Their arms thrown over each other’s shoulders. Vincent wiping a tear from his eye. Ginny certainly does not imagine running Vincent over with Jack’s car. 

“This is for a drive-through carwash,” Ginny says blankly, holding it up so Genie can read the tiny letters right at the bottom, “I cannot take an Aston Martin to a discount drive-through carwash.” 

-

"God. Wish that was me,"  Genie said a wistful tone coloring her voice, in response to the comment about not wanting to meet Fletcher. If she could unmeet her brother, what an amazing world that would be.

She smoothed the fabric across her legs and dusted her butt off as she stood in front of the other woman, her face falling a little bit. Not in annoyance, or disappointment, but looking a little bit hurt at her comments.  "It's a nice car wash! My neighbor works at that car wash. He works really really hard, and does a really good job,"  Genie insisted pushing the coupon back towards Ginny, and pulled her mouth into a thin line.  "He's like sixty seven years old and just got the news his cancer isn’t in remission anymore and he needs the money. But he was nice enough to give me a coupon because I help him out so much. You can't just not go."

Genie crossed her arms over her chest, giving a sigh, and turning her head away from Ginny, a little petulantly.  "Just take like six hundred out fo whatever you were going to give me and clean the fucking car. I don't give a shit. Christ."  Rich people were truly the fucking worst.  "But,"  she added turning back and pointing at Ginny.  "You have to go through to the car wash and give the guy working there at least one hundred in a tip, that's part of the six hundred I'm giving up so that's five for you to do whatever the fuck you want with it. That's the deal, or there is no deal."  She would toss a brick right through the windshield, and tear the entire thing up so neither of them would be getting the car or any money for all Genie really cared. Which she would have to do, because she didn't trust Ginny to not attempt to steal the car from her later that night.

She would much rather destroy the car then anything else. In fact whoever was buying it was lucky they were able to buy it before she'd gotten it pressed into a tiny little cube, it was hardly worth the trouble. So, she didn't think they should care about where it was washed.  “What do you say?”  Genie asked, holding her hand out to Ginny. 

[geniegrayx]

Where: Some Pub in Neutral Territory When: 4th of April 11pm Who: @oflightfeet​

In general Genie wasn’t a negative person. She saw herself as pragmatic. She knew the world sucked. She knew it was full of shitty people (herself included though she did what she could to even out her karma). She knew that it was difficult. She knew that one single moment in your life could change everything and that single moment didn’t even have to be in your control. You could get into a car accident. Your house could catch on fire. You could lose your job, a family member could fall ill and you had to look after them. These were things that happened every single day to people and changed everything. One tiny thing could happen out of your control and change everything. Genie wanted to say ruin everything, especially if you were living below a certain level of income. But again — she wasn’t a negative person.

What was worse was sitting around and waiting for something out of your control to change everything. She knew it was coming, whatever it was. They all knew. There was a reason she had a very impressive home base set up in the Minecraft server she’d set up for herself, Wren, and Zach. Because nobody was sleeping. They were mourning, and they were waiting. And she was trying to distract herself.

After dying to skeletons the fifth time that night Genie announced she was going to go to a pub, because she needed to get out. That if Wren wanted to join her he should because she needed to get the fuck out.

That was how she ended up sitting in some shitty run down pub, her head leaning down on the table in front of her, with greasy terrible food spread across the table, and Wren on the other side.  “You know I think this whole ‘peace between gangs’ deal ends in an hour. We might have brawl, or else we’ll get in trouble,”  she pointed out — joking of course, but Christ some people made it seem that way. Genie raised her head up to pull the plate of waffles closer to herself, as she looked at Wren with a deep, and very dramatic sigh.  “What do you think is going to happen? With all that crazy cult stuff?”  Then she gave a pause trying to think of a more positive way to direct the conversation,  “what do you want to happen? Maybe they’ll admit how hypocritical and evil they all are and will throw themselves into a volcano to sacrifice themselves to whatever weird skull thing they worship or whatever.”  Maybe that wasn’t necessarily positive, but one of the most cathartic things you could do was vent about how much you hated something, and how terrible it was to someone who also thought that same thing. So, it was positive in a way.

[geniegrayx]

mitzi-zhang​:

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Squeezing some mayo and ketchup to the corner of the box filled with cheesy chips, Mitzi picked up two at once, dipping into the sauces as she plopped the potato goodness into her mouth. “Mmmmm this is so fucking good.” she groaned, gesturing for Genie to take some of her chips. “Yeah totally. All of this food can cure absolutely anything.” she laughed, watching as Genie arranged the food into reachable positions. It was the small gestures that Genie made her so special, she showed she cared by doing the simplest of things that never went unnoticed. “Okay once I’m healed I will take over three of your shifts, maybe four if you give me a massage at some point how does that sound?” The best thing to come from her relationship with Fletcher was Genie, it was thanks to him that she had met younger Gray sibling and it was thanks to him that the two had gotten as close as they had. “You’re way cuter than him too. I really fucked up.” she chuckled. Holding the remote towards the TV, Mitzi started to search for the film they settled on, glancing over at Genie with a smirk as she emphasised the genre of the movie she wanted to watch, whilst pressing play on Ten Thing I hate About You. “Are you scared of horror films? Shitty teen horror movies are perfect though, we can find something after watching the best rom-com.”

Mirroring Genie’s movement, Mitzi tilted her head against the back of the couch and looking over at her, considering her question for a moment. She knew that if she said no, the conversation would end there, Genie would not push her into talking about something that she didn’t want to and a part of her wanted to avoid the conversation. She hated feeling weak and that was how she was made to feel after the attack, the last thing she wanted was for someone to look at her with pitiful eyes…but that wasn’t Genie’s style. A sigh escaped her and she shrugged her shoulders. “We can.” she nodded, sitting up slightly on the couch to reach for a can of coke. “Then again, there isn’t much to say? Wren cornered me in a dark alley and then stabbed me.” She took a sip of her drink, a little laugh leaving her and causing her to wince at the same time. “I suppose I should feel honoured that I was seen worthy of attacking to send a message? I’m special, don’t be too jealous.” she teased, nudging Genie with her foot lightly.

-

Genie wouldn't say no to any offered chips so she took some, making sure they were very cheesy. Mostly cheesy with a little bit of chip. "That seems fair," she said, nodding her head in response to the offer of taking a bunch of her shifts. She was up for negotiating.  "Five if I give you a massage and I'll also paint your nails. I've been practicing doing little designs on my own and they'll be really cute, I promise."  Sure she could go get that done somewhere professionally, but Genie was pretty sure she'd be able to make them cuter than some nail salon.

Maybe...

She thought a moment about the question, as if deciding whether or not she was actually afraid of horror movies was the most important thing in the world.  "It depends on the film! I'm not afraid of jump scares. But like ... Super tense movies are really scary! I thought It Follows was really scary. Imagine someone just following you around all the time no matter where you go and they never stop. And when they catch you you die."  Genie shook her head, with wide eyes.  "I think I'd stock up on trips across the world and hope it didn't end up on the plane or in the boat with me. Or maybe I'd just backpack across Europe for the rest of my life. I don't know! I've thought about it a lot though."  Some people thought about important things, what they were going to be doing in five years. How were they going to be able to pay their bills. Genie thought about how she would escape the It Follows curse.

Pulling her legs up onto the couch and wrapping her arms around her knees she listened, and watched Mitzi carefully as she explained what happened, and who had done it. Though Genie stared at her, blinking almost as if she was confused. Like she hadn't heard right.  "Wait, Wren? Like... Wren Wren? That Wren?"  Genie asked, lifting her head up, and furrowing her eyebrows.  "But-- Why? Why would they do that?"  Well, she could assume why, because they'd been asked by someone. But ... She still felt something squeezing the pit of her stomach uncomfortably at the idea that one of her really good friends that she cared about a lot had attacked one of her really good friends that she cared about a lot.

Genie shook her head, turning to look towards the television with a frown on her face.  "I wish they would all just ... attack each other. Like fight it out among themselves,"  she said, her voice stilted and more serious.  "The Pinketts and the Femeniases, and the Wardens. I wish they'd just like ... West Side Story it among themselves instead of hiding behind people they clearly have more power than..."  A frustrated look crossed Genie's face for a moment before she sighed.  "Weak ass bullshit.”  How anybody had any respect for any of these people Genie would never understand. 

[oflightfeet]

a nice assortment of aspirations. / feat. @lgriffiths @jacktanner @geniegrayx @emilbecker @deathmaycome @vincentkilatan @deathtriangle11 @evrensadik @zachariaswinchester

[geniegrayx]

[ late night, 31 March: Genie » Wren ]

To » Genie: let's hope they'll at least try.

To » Genie: i haven't. i've been thinking about texting him though, but i don't even know what to say. have you? and i think he worked for her? idk we never talked much abt his family. but sending food sounds nice, you should do that

To » Genie: i'm fine, but thank you

To » Genie: genie, you're a genius 💕

To » Genie: i'll redownload it on my laptop, we can hang out in that space without anyone getting on our case. we should ask zach too, if you want

To » Wren: Okay. I'll send food. One of those really nice meat and cheese platters or something so he can pick what he wants to eat. It'll be great.

To » Wren: Well yeah. I know I'm a genius. That's what Genie is short for. Genius Gray.

To » Wren: Yes!! omg. Yeah you go ahead and text zach let him know and I'll set everything up and send you guys the links soon!

To » Wren: I'll see you soon wren. Thanks for talking to me.

[geniegrayx]

victoriapinkett​:

♛

“I guess that makes sense,” Victoria agreed. “The time apart would do that.” She considered the situation between her and Charlotte with a rueful smile, shrugging his shoulders. “I wouldn’t say we were extremely close. But I mean - we were siblings, you know. I always loved Charlotte. The age difference didn’t help either. But I imagine you know about that.”

All thoughts of the small talk flew from her mind as they looked around the flat, just trying to grasp what they were both seeing. She took a moment to steady herself when Genie spoke up, shaking her head. “No, no. We shouldn’t split up. If there’s someone in the house neither one of us should be jumped.” Swallowing her fear, she squared her shoulders and started cautiously walking further into the flat. 

She was cautious, but the home was quiet, even if the signs of a struggle littered the flat. “Does seem like Ricardo, doesn’t it?” She mused, quietly. “He would have fought for his life. Wouldn’t have let them drag him off without a fight.” She looked around the kitchen, a half-finished drink still there on the counter. “Why him?” She wondered aloud. “I don’t know anything he would have done to tip someone off.”

-

Genie wouldn’t argue with Victoria if she wanted to stay together. Still, she made sure to keep an eye out for any tell tale signs of a person still in the flat. Her pepper spray and knife held out in both of her hands ready for anyone to come at her. You never knew. This could be a trap.

As Genie looked around the destroyed flat she kind of wished that was the case. Because if it was at least they would know who did this. At least they would have a person to pin this on. Someone to take back to PEST or anywhere else and question. Someone to get answers from so they could go and get Ricardo back before anything irreversible happened to him. But the more she looked around, nudging some knocked over side table that had been set up next to the couch with her foot, she had the feeling that these people were long gone. Where ever Ricardo was it was not here, and neither were the people who did this. So, she gave a small sigh lowering the pepper spray and knife in her hands and just attempted to look around for clues.

She didn’t think it was going to be possible to figure out where ever this person, or these people, took Ricardo but maybe they left something behind. Maybe they could tell how long ago he was taken.  “Is that blood dried? Can you tell?”  Genie asked, looking over at Victoria before going to investigate it herself.  “It doesn’t look super recent, but it doesn’t look super old either.”  It still had that  ‘wet paint’  kind of appearance. Where it was sort of dry, but if you put your hand on it you might come away with some stuck to you. Which was why she was not going to attempt to touch it. She sighed a little and shook her head.  “Did he have any serious enemies? Or maybe someone targeted him to hurt somebody else? Is he close with you or your sister? Or anyone else in Pestilence?”  He had to have some friends, right? It would make Genie extremely sad to know if he did not have any friends at all, and maybe if he were not involved in Pestilence that nobody would have ever found him missing.

Well, if he were not involved in Pestilence he probably wouldn’t have been taken at all, but that was besides the point.

Genie went back to looking around, slowly looking around at the broken glass on the hallway floor, before turning up to look at the mirror the glass belonged to. Seeing… Something that probably shouldn’t be there?   “Victoria?”  She said, calling the other woman over, pointing at the small green card with a skull emblazoned on it. Not wanting to touch it, because it was evidence.  “This looks like it was purposely put here. Would Ricardo have something like this? Or… Do you think maybe someone left it?"

[geniegrayx]

[ late night, 31 March: Genie » Wren ]

To » Genie: i don't know. it'd be really stupid but then again pride and everything's a big thing. fucking egos. and ig there's history. but yeah in the face of all this though, we shouldn't be focused on infighting?

To » Genie: but also can we trust these people to set aside their differences to band together, you know? i fucking doubt it.

To » Genie: yeah. i hate them too sometimes.

To » Genie: thank you. and i'm sorry about ricardo, you know.

To » Genie: i'll keep his things for now. might be nice to have something to hold onto. idk.

To » Genie: i've always wanted to ride that conveyer belt, though. but hey, i get that instinct to run. at least you and i are here, i guess. maybe we can meet up sometime. or face call, idk. it was nice to see ur face in the crowd last night, at least.

To » Wren: it will be pretty pathetic if they can't put their shit aside for at least a little while. but old people are always like that.

To » Wren: ... have you talked to zach? was he very close with his cousin? i think i'll probably send him some food this week i know that's a thing you do when someone dies...

To » Wren: do you want food too?

To » Wren: yeah we'll see each other, no matter what these guys say

To » Wren: ... do you want to play minecraft? i can set up a server for us. since we both can't sleep, i always forget what time it is when i play that.

[geniegrayx]

[ late night, 31 March: Genie » Wren ]

To » Genie: i'll pinch you real hard, but only if you'll pinch me too. i hope that if i see u again it's in a different place than that fucking factory.

To » Genie: oh jesus, that sounds fucked up. sorry you had to deal with that. was he gone for long?

To » Genie: yeah, he was my friend. he just vanished on fight night. i still have a bag of the clothes and gloves he left behind in a corner of my flat, i don't know what the fuck to do with them. idk. it's all so fucked.

To » Genie: anywhere with a beach sounds solid tbh.

To » Genie: if i could, i'd come with you. i get wanting to leave, though. don't think i can.

To » Wren: if? do you think the horsemen are all still going to be like 'you can't talk to ppl in other gangs' even after all of this? doesn't that seem so silly? fighting over territory like siblings who are forced to split a room between them so they put tape down the middle like that solves any problems

To » Wren: there are three of us and one of these other ppl. i really hope the pinketts and the femeniases and the wardens can get over their dumb fucking egos for five minutes and see there is an actual real problem

To » Wren: i fucking hate rich ppl. it's never fucking enough for them.

To » Wren: christ i'm sorry to hear that wren, that fucking sucks. keep his things with you for now, i'm sure you'll figure out what to do with them when the time comes.

To » Wren: ugh i don't think i'm going anywhere either. i WANT to tho. but fletch said pretty much the same thing

To » Wren: so short of throwing my brother, and all of my friends into my luggage and tossing you guys onto that little airport conveyer belt thingy i guess i'm here for the storm.

[geniegrayx]

ginnyren​:

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This, Ginny thinks, is why I don’t have friends. Friends what favours. Friends convince you, drunk at your ex-fling’s party, to half-steal half-buy their old car back for them and you, drunk, and pissed and distracted say yes. At least the April weather has mellowed out from the frosted chill of winter into the bloom of spring. At least this would be easy. 

The car park, as Ginny understood it, is a building Jack owned. Or maybe his parent’s did or his family did or some family friend. She had only been half listening, dazed as Jack had given her the instructions at Vincent’s party. Either way, it stood abandoned and decrepit, marked for demolition, a criminal’s playground rife with the comings and goings of people like Ginny and Genie, here to see who could cheat the other out of more. 

Across the empty street, bleary eyed people yawn into coffees but Ginny is bright eyed and buzzing. 2:30am is nothing to her, is essentially midday to her, and besides, annoyance zapped her fingertips as she watched her rendez-vouz turn up 30 minutes late from her vantage point a bit away. She thrums her fingers against her jeans as she walks towards her. “You’re late,” she says, “I hate it when people are late.” 

Ginny breezes past Genie without sparing her a glance and takes a lap around the car. “Jesus christ.” Ginny opens the passenger side door. “You know this is an Aston Martin right? Not a fucking Ford Fiesta. Is that a condom wrapper on the floor?” Ginny holds up a hand and closes her eyes, “You know what don’t answer that.” Ginny slams the door shut, “I am not a clean up crew the cost of clearing that shit out is going to come out of your cut.” 

-

Genie sat up waving at Ginny as she came over, and gave a casual shrug.  "Yeah? Well, take it up with my boss. I work nights, there is not much I can really do about that."  Which was true enough. It wasn't her fault that unlike some people she had a regular actual job. Had she tried to get here on time? Not really, but she hadn't meant to be late either. Genie slid her phone into her bag and then slid down the hood of the car a squeaking sound coming across it from the sound of her pants sliding across the paint job.

"Yeah, you know I never really cared much about cars, so that means very little to me. But you're going to have to have to talk to my brother about all that,"  Genie said, with a dramatic sigh, shaking her head.  "Obviously, I'm not here having sex. I'm not really into it. And I wasn't going to like touch that, my brain would then think about what it was for and where it came from, and then I'd vomit all over the place. And we'd me having a much different problem right now. But I made very sure to make it clear I was selling this thing as is. So, that's the buyers problem."  She added. Which was true. She had made very obvious on the selling page in big bright letters 'AS IS'. If whoever bought the car had a problem with that clause? They shouldn't have bought it.

It was Not Genie's Fault.

But Genie really did not care about whatever this rich person who bought the car thought, to be completely honest.

However, she reached into her bag pulling out a small piece of paper,  "here,"  she said holding it out to Ginny to take,  "it's a coupon for a car wash and a free interior clean. I was going to go there, but it's 2, and like I said I was working. Just give that to the guy buying this thing and tell him to clean it."  And she didn't feel like doing it. Once the car was bought. It was not her problem.  "Oh, I guess these are mine though, I'll get those..."  She added leaning into the car taking a moment to grab the MacDonald's bags crunching them up and making them into a little ball to toss in the dumpster on the way out of this place. Because she wasn’t a completely rude person. Just a little bit. Then gave Ginny a bright smile,  "There you go!"

[geniegrayx]

[ late night, 31 March: Genie » Wren ]

To » Genie: yeah, this and the bombs, it's just so fucking much. like idt anyone did but i sure as fuck didn't sign up for this.

To » Genie: i feel the same. it feels surreal?? but at the same time i can't shake the memory of it either. like a shitty fucking nightmare.

To » Genie: did you know ricardo well?

To » Genie: maybe some place like denmark or sweden. or new zealand. idk. you?

To » Wren: yeah i wish it was a nightmare. you'll have to pinch me when you see me next time so we can be sure.

To » Wren: no i didn't really know him, but he seemed like an okay guy. i was with victoria when we realized he was missing. his whole flat was a disaster zone. there was like blood and stuff, and a broken mirror...

To » Wren: did you know your guy? leon?

To » Wren: god that was so fucked up...

To » Wren: denmark and sweden seem like they're nice. i think it would go somewhere tropical with a nice beach or something.

To » Wren: i might... or... i won't. probably. but i want to.

[geniegrayx]

vincentkilatan​:

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"Potato, potato.” He shrugs off, an easy wave of his hand as he tugs on the hem of his worn AC/DC shirt. If you’ve seen one Gray, it seems you’ve seen them all. That very same steadfast confidence, drenched with the need to be a little shit about everything. It seemed only fitting that if he’s the guest of one, he’s the guest of the other. Then again, it’s not like Vincent was the one who’d come home to Jack’s latest one night stand (mostly because Death’s Seraphim was in one hell of a dry spell, on account of the whole fake-dead thing). Maybe he’d feel differently, but at this point, imposing on Fletcher’s little sister felt like the least of his worries.

“People can be weird. Edgy. I don’t know. I once met a fella that never had a cheeseburger. Another that had no idea who Mickey fucking Mouse was.” Inadvertently implying that the blond was just a little bit weird. Yet he smirks, some enjoyment of odd balls with sharp edges. It’s not as if Vincent was in the realm of normal or conventional, with his pink hair and rebel-may-care attitude. “What was it then? Just felt like getting the whole three wish joke for your whole life?” Vincent asks conversationally, walking to the back of the couch in search for his pants. Where the fuck did those end up? “Well, Disney’s a commercial trap. Takes originality and commercializes, appropriates, and makes it into a fucking joke of artistry.” Sure, like any kid of his millennia, he consumed it in his early years. Vincent, however, takes issue with anything that’s popular. And, more to that point, highly commercialized. No wonder Death’s plight fit him like a worn glove.

“Sure, make me your Rumpelstiltskin.” It’s not as if Vincent’s such an uncommon name, that’s impossible. Though he guesses that boredom would be quick to follow. “Fuck - Eddie? That’s a bit basic.” He finds his pants, pulling them over his legs. “Starts with a V.”

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Genie shrugged her shoulders a little as she slumped down on the couch, her head resting on the back. She supposed that was true. She had never seen Mary Poppins, maybe that was weird.   “You ever see that Buzzfeed video about the guy who said he’d never eaten vegetables before?”  She asked,  “he was a tool.”  It took all sorts she supposed. Then she gives a small laugh, sending this guy look that said maybe he kind of seemed like he was a tool as well. Granted, she was the one who brought up Disney’s lack of originality, but Genie would be the first to tell you she was kind of a tool as well.  “Yeah, okay. You’re edgy, we get it,”  she laughs as she bites down on her ice lolly pulling what remained of it off of the stick and crunching down on it between her teeth.

She sat there as the sugary treat dissolved in her mouth, and tried to go over names in her head that ended in an ‘ee’ sound. Tilting it from one side to the other, humming a little — maybe something that sounded a little like the Jeopardy theme. Maxie... Riley...  “What’s wrong with Eddie? It’s a nice name!”  Genie defended herself and her options, wrinkling her nose a little. As if her name was Eddie and she had a personal stake in how great it was.  “My dad’s name was Eddie. You’re just being a dick.”  She put an emphasis on was. There was no ‘was’ he was still very much around with the same name he’d always had (not Eddie). But this guy didn’t know that, and he didn’t have to know that. Or maybe he did. Genie didn’t know what he talked to Fletch about. She wasn’t super into sex, but she did kind of have a feeling that maybe your parents weren’t going to be the first people on your mind afterwards.

A ‘V’ huh?  “Valentine? Is that why your hair is pink? Because you like Valentine’s day and being romantic and stuff? Or wait… let me guess. Valentine’s Day is just a commercial trap that manipulates people into thinking that the only way to show you love or care about someone is by buying them cards or candy or flowers — or something even more expensive like jewelry. And has warped the public perception of romance into thinking it’s about stuff, rather than the connection you feel with another person. Something like that? Do you not like Valentine’s Day? — You know what? I think you look like you could be a Valentine, and it technically ends with an ‘e’ so I wasn’t wrong.”  Genie gave a nod of her head, in a final way. Maybe that wasn’t this guy’s name, but it appeared like this was the name she was going to be going with.

“So, why are you here?”  Genie asked, almost very suddenly, waving her hand a little, to indicate her brother was not here as far as she knew. What was this guy still doing around.  “Isn’t the whole like … fuck buddies thing mean you leave when you can? Not to be purposely rude but—”  she was being rude on purpose,  “ — I’m tired, and I just got off of work, and just ran errands for a bunch of people. And I want to go to sleep. But I don’t want to sleep with some strange guy I don’t know in my flat.”

[geniegrayx]

[ late night, 31 March: Genie » Wren ]

To » Genie: hi

To » Genie: yeah

To » Genie: idk. coping i guess. can't catch any sleep, just keep replaying it

To » Genie: how are you?

To » Genie: i miss you too

To » Wren: pretty freaked out too.

To » Wren: i thought it was bad enough when people were fighting in the streets, and attacking the club but this is some next fucking level horror show shit.

To » Wren: i keep thinking like it wasn't real, but it was.

To » Wren: hey. if you could move anywhere in the entire world, where would you move?

To » Wren: no reason

[geniegrayx]

[ late night, 31 March: Genie » Wren ]

To » Wren: hey

To » Wren: so everything is super fucked up, right?

To » Wren: how are you doing?

To » Wren: i miss you 😔

[geniegrayx]

Where: Some deserted car park somewhere in London When: 1st of April, 2:30 Who: @ginnyren​

Genie had been contemplating getting rid of this car for weeks now. That had always been her intention. Sell the car and get money. She had little need or want for a new car when she preferred to walk or just take the tube. Neither of which cost money. Well, the tube did … if you paid. Which she didn’t. So neither of which cost money. Gas cost money she did not want to have to spend. It had been fun for a while, maybe. But a very short while. She had never taken it with the intention of keeping it, what was the point of stealing something if you were going to keep it? That was a sure fire way to lose it and lose all potential profits that came with said thing. 

She had no use for a car. Especially not one that stood out as obviously as this stupid Aston Martin did. What happened if someone in Jack’s family saw her just driving around and was like ‘can we have our son’s car back please?’ What was she supposed to say to that? No? Of course she would not say no. Granted she knew absolutely nothing about Jack’s family, maybe they were all dead like he had pretended to be. Or maybe they were terrible people. Or something. But it didn’t matter. 

None of it mattered anymore because the moment she stepped out of that hell hole evil warehouse this thing was cursed. She’d been finding buyers for the past couple days when finally she believed something stuck. Some collector guy she had a vague acquaintance of an acquaintance with. Good enough for her. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do with all the fucking money she was going to get but… Genie figured she would find something, she was a clever girl. 

Then with a down payment of scarcely a fraction of the price she would be getting  ( yet still more money than Genie had ever been in possession of in her entire life )  she drove off to the clandestine meeting. The guy wouldn’t be there, of course. He was sending an intermediary. Ginny, a woman she kind of knew. Another acquaintance of an acquaintance she had met a couple times through mutual contacts. 

Genie understood. This guy didn’t want to get his hands dirty. Fine.

So, at 2:30 am — thirty minutes late — Genie pulled into some creepy dark multistory car park driving specifically to the third level down where the cameras were not working, and parked in the very back. Luckily with nobody else there she was off the hook for being late. She removed the keys from the ignition, and slid out of the car to wait, sitting up on the front hood uncaring for if she scratched the paint job. It wasn’t her problem, just like the clutter that had accumulated in the car since it had come into the possession of the Gray siblings. Not her problem. She made sure to say she was selling it as is. Genie gave a wide tired yawn and leaned back bending her knees and resting her feet up on the hood next to her, while she brought out her phone to pass the time on some silly mobile game while she waited for Ginny to arrive.

[geniegrayx]

vincentkilatan​:

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There are the obvious things that give the staunch blonde with the ice lolly away. The first being the obvious - the passive tales of an energetic younger sister that littered Fletcher’s tales. He was always a talkative one post-coitus, which certainly helped when someone needed to know more about Pestilence. But every now again, he’d mutter something about his sister with a name that sounded like it was plucked out of a Disney movie. He’s sure he’s heard it from Jack, or gazed at the name when perusing Death’s database. Ariel? Minnie? Fucking Elsa? Even as he tries to put his mind to their name, she earns the guarantee the very moment her surprise turns to disdain. That very same crinkle of the nose, the air of mischief, and their similarity (somewhere between the eyes and the nose). If Fletcher Gray had one sister, this chick would be it.

“I don’t know. Your brother didn’t have a problem with me getting naked in his flat.” He answers frankly, a curve of his lips as fiendish humor takes hold. Coy brow raised as he makes no effort to move, instead eyeing the microwave as the time wore on. He lived for these type of exchanges, especially with people who meant fuck all. And Roxanne, Wendy, or goddamn Nala from the Lion King?  Whatever her name was, seemed just as humorous a target as any for Vincent’s grating ways. “Really? You sure? I’d been around here enough times. I’m surprised it took us this long.” The microwave beeps, and Vincent pries himself away from the counter. A hand on the handle, as the steaming chicken emerges. He bites his inner cheek, reaching for a nearby fork and puncturing the meat. A muffled laugh, as he sets the chicken in front of her.

“Ouch. Is that any way to talk to your guest?” Though by the look of it, he’s about as welcome in her flat as fucking termites. “Well, what am I supposed to call you? Best I can remember is something that sounded like a fucking Disney character. Jasmine?” He speculates out loud, before clapping his hands together. Fuck. There it was. “Right. Genie. God, that would’ve bugged me. You ever see that movie?” Vincent thinks out loud, before finally leaning down - one hand reaching underneath the nearby chair, and slowly dragging the colorful, spray painted shirt of his from underneath. “Better than eraser head.” He considers, decidedly unperturbed as he slips the shirt on. “But it’ll make the list.”

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God, she hoped she didn't give off the impression she gave a shit at all about what her brother had a problem, or didn't have a problem with. But she didn't respond. She didn't remind this guy once more that this was not her brother's flat. That some people did not care to see naked people walking around.

In truth she really didn't care, mostly she just liked to make a big deal out of nothing and be a pain in the ass to her brother and his friends. What kind of little sister would not want to do that?

"You're not my guest, mate,"  Genie pointed out, swinging the bright red ice lolly at him before bringing it back to her mouth. She of course chose red on purpose because it would turn her teeth and tongue red and it would make it look like she had blood in her mouth. You know, the obvious reasons to pick red dyed anything. She fiddles around with the clutter on the coffee table in front of her before stretching her legs out onto it, one arm crossed over her chest as her elbow rests against it. Looking both put off and contemplative about this guy. Staring at him in silence for a few moments, her eyes squinting.

"Have I ever seen what? Aladdin? The super popular Disney movie that has been out since the 90s? Yeah, I’ve seen it ..."  Genie said slowly, shaking her head.  "That's not why I picked my name- but rest in peace, king."  She said in reference to Robin Williams of course, holding her hand over her heart. Honestly she related more to Aladdin than she did the Genie. In fact she related to Aladdin a whole fucking lot, but that was hardly here or there.  "I haven't seen the live action one though. Disney can come up with something original if they want more money from me."  She was appreciative that this guy put his shirt on, and showed it by turning to face him, squinting for a moment,  "what about you? What's your name? Can I guess?"  She asked, perking up a little bit, showing interest in her own (amazing) idea.  "Hmm. You look like a ... Eddie? You look like you could be an Eddie. Or Wally? Something that ends with an 'e' sound I think."