death wish

roleplay blog for Lua Klein of Baccano!

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((hello! i currently don’t have access to my computer and it may be a few days before I will again… so I’m very sorry for the delay with my replies!!))

[ladanse-macabre-blog1]

((hello! i currently don’t have access to my computer and it may be a few days before I will again... so I’m very sorry for the delay with my replies!!))

[ladanse-macabre-blog1]

i’m sorry for the lack of activity the past couple days-

work has been draining me... I have some errands to run tonight, so I probably won’t get to my replies til the weekend. I’ve also got an open I’m working on that will probably get posted then too.

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[hilow]

[manaiico-blog]

angelic is what she was, a vision. when she moved she was grace personified, the dress she wore revealed a svelt body by hugging every curve and accentuating her lithe form. she  was everything he craved; hungered for. ‘gorgeous, my angel. perfection. i want to tear you apart right here, make us one darling.’ one arm slid around the slip of a woman, holding her close to him as she touched his chest. heart beating so fast, so eager for her, to drink every ounce of what she had to offer, to bathe in her suffering. to complete them both. the inner ramblings of a madman.  ❛of course sweetheart, everythin’ will be as it should be. but i gotta kill that low down rat huey first.❜ the name alone incited a healthy  dose of anger, an injection of rage that raced through his blood.  face reddening slightly as his grin widened into nearly abnormal proportions. 

❛see me and you? can’t be truly happy until he’s erased from this world! how can we breathe the same A I R as that guy! can’t be  at peace until he’s gone, right? right baby? i want him dead, i want his entire family dead. i want him to feel pain like he ain’t never felt before and i wanna be the fuckin’ CAUSE’A THAT.❜

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    Lua surrendered herself to him as he drew her close and leaned against the warmth of his strong, sturdy form. She smiled dreamily as her hand idly traced against the fabric of his shirt, feeling his racing heart. His words were so intoxicating that they cast Lua in a haze; nothing else in the world mattered to her but this man, who held her very life in his hands. Her breath hitched.

  “Ladd...” she whispered and tilted her head back so she could meet his manic eyes again, throat bared to him, heart aching for the sweet pain he promised her. The anticipation of it was part of the thrill; she often imagined how it would feel if he dragged a knife across her neck, or drove it through her heart (among many other gruesome methods). 

    The man he then named to kill was not an unfamiliar one to her, yet it still gave her pause. Huey Laforet’s name could be found in headlines of almost every paper; he was a man accused of terrorism and treason and recently vanished without a trace from Alcatraz. 

    “Huey Laforet...? Why?” She asked, not as an objection, but rather to keep Ladd’s enthusiasm going as well as to satisfy her own curiosity. She had yet to hear much about her fiance’s time in incarceration. She kept her neck craned towards him eagerly. 

[redhairedhomunculus]

         Ennis blinked dizzily, craning her neck to meet the gaze of the delicate, slender woman she had just narrowly rescued from an abrupt and messy demise. As the redhead stood up and straightened her clothes, she observed the blonde more thoroughly. The woman presented an elegant air; the scent of lavender and other assorted flower scents christened the haze that the redhead found herself in as she stood before the lucky stranger.           Although the woman gave off an impressive and innocent aura, there was something lurking just beneath the surface that indicated to Ennis that she should tread cautiously; so far, there was nothing to worry about, but she was sure that it would be in her best interest to not overestimate her conversational skills. “Oh, it was no trouble, I mean…” She did her best to ignore the suspicion gnawing at the back of her thoughts.           “I’m lucky I had the appropriate reflexes. I don’t think anyone would have desired to see you meet an early and unfair demise.” She smiled amicably at the stranger, politely offering her hand. “The name is Ennis…I’m just grateful that I was able to help.”

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    Now that the initial shock of the encounter had worn off, Lua began to feel a twinge of embarrassment at her carelessness. The muscles in her jaw subtlety tightened and she glanced sheepishly down at her feet as she mentally reprimanded herself for letting her guard down. She didn’t dwell on the feeling for longer than that moment, not wanting to burden her rescuer with any further concern. 

   The tension in her jaw eased and her doe eyed gaze met with Ennis’, her expression softening. Both of her palms clasped around Ennis’ outreached hand to express her gratitude. 

    “I was lucky that you saw me...” Lua began as she marveled at this petite woman’s strength. “Thank you again, Miss Ennis. My name is Lua Klein. Please, tell me there is something I can do to thank you...”

[homunculiisms-blog]

          That soft flush suited her petal-pale cheeks so well that Sickle found herself      wondering which garden this woman had been plucked from. There was such a      genuine, nigh crippling meekness and fragility about her — the sort that women      of this age idolized, strove for — that she couldn’t imagine how a union between      she and a man like Ladd Russo could possibly persevere. Felt she no fear in      her soft heart…? It was a curious thing, a baffling thing — but one that Sickle did      not question further, perhaps for the sake of being polite…or perhaps because in      truth, there were certain things which she had no desire to know.           A soft hum was offered in place of a true response, nodding as she kept her      attention on her charge without allowing her guard to fall from the countless and      potentially dangerous dregs of society bobbing about them in crowds as they      continued on their way toward the parlor of Lua’s preference. Perhaps a more      elaborate answer was suitable, but she couldn’t ( for the life of her ) scrounge up      anything that didn’t sound particularly…lacking in a fondness for the man of this      woman’s hand. It wasn’t that she had any overwhelming dislike of her employer,      but his first impression hadn’t exactly been a pleasant one. He’d been quite bold,      quite sexist, quite handsy, and far too manic for her liking — then again, with the      company that she usually kept, he was hardly difficult to stand beside.           At least she could make out more than half of what he said when he spoke…

                                       ❝ I see…you must be very happy together.                                  It must have been difficult for you…during his incarceration.                                                    Your dedication to him is very admirable. ❞           At the very least, there was truth in that statement.

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     “Thank you,” Lua nodded, grateful for the compliment. If nothing else, Lua had an unwavering faith in her relationship with Ladd. 

    “I did get lonely at times… But the thought of his return and-” A pause as she feigned clearing her throat, “-Our marriage… made it easier.” 

    A brief silence fell between them after that as Lua took notice of her bodyguard’s posture, muscles tensed and on guard for any potential danger. She found herself wondering if she could be recognized in this bustling crowd. The Russo family, as it was once known and feared, had disbanded, having lost a good deal of influence after Ladd left and even more so following  Placido’s death. Still, news of Ladd’s recent release from Alcatraz could have reached the ears of some undesirable people- former rivals from the Chicago Outfit, or worse. But despite her morbid pondering, Lua did not particularly feel unsafe. If Sickle could hold her own against Graham Specter- twice- without so much as a broken bone to show for it, she had nothing to fear.

    She tore herself from her thoughts as the sign for the Queen of Hearts Tea Room came into view a short distance away. It was a picturesque parlor run by Romani immigrants that drew in customers by offering free fortune-telling with purchases. It once boomed with business, but was humbled after the repeal of Prohibition. Lua preferred it that way. 

    “Ah, here it is...” She pointed out the sign. “They supposedly can read your future in the tea leaves... I come here often but still haven’t tried it. Could be interesting...”

[nostalgic-symphonies]

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Benny Goodman and his orchestra with vocal refrain by Ella Fitzgerald Did You Mean It? (1936)

Did you mean it? When you held me while the night drifted by Did you mean it? —Hope you did, ‘cos so did I

[sxlipsisms-blog]

“It’s great you seem to remember me, I gotta tell you, most people don’t. It’s heart breaking what it is. You spend time with them, try to help them go on and then they forget about you the next day.”

He steps closer, smiling and showing her his hands so she will know he means no harm.

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    “Help...?” She asked, almost stunned by his gall. He didn’t seem to have any ill intentions for this unexpected, unwelcome reunion but she still chose her words carefully. 

    “You can’t mean that about me... Ladd and I nearly died that night...”

[manaiico-blog]

when those normally placid eyes lit up it ignited  something inside of him. a heady feeling comprised of both incredible joy and terrible inspiration. right now he wanted nothing more than to take her life. to watch her glorious suffering bleed onto such a pristine gown.  easing forward, allowing her an easier time to kiss his cheek he then watched as she settled behind the privacy screen.  hands behind his back, cupped he began to rock on his heels unable to simply stand still.

❛hey my main girl has to look good don’t she? think of it as a  reward! you’ve been waitin’ so patiently for THE DAY to come.❜ a hand comes up, scratching awkwardly along the back of his neck; as though he was a shy teenager asking for the young lady’s hand to prom. ❛i just want it to be perfect when it happens, i want yer agony etched into your soul, i want you to experience heights of  fuckin’ pain you’ve never felt before! by MY hand!❜ tongue rolled out licking along his bottom lip as his breathing began to increase. excited.  eager. 

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     Deft fingers worked through fabric, tightly lacing and hooking the dress into place as the bride-to-be drank in her fiance’s deranged words of affection. They were the sweetest sentiments to her ears, a true declaration of his love for her. In the mirror she could glimpse a petal pink hue that bloomed on her cheeks as a fervent heat spread throughout her face. 

    She stepped out from behind the screen and shyly, but gracefully twirled around to show Ladd a full view of the dress before crossing the room to once again be beside him. A small, delicate hand reached for his own which was, like the rest of him, practically jittering with excitement.

   “Ladd, I know you will make it perfect. You are capable of nothing less... So I’ll gladly wait as long as it takes,” she crooned, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

[dontletmewalkaway]

[lindsayslohan]

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[smileatthecrazylife]

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          Despite her reassurances, the crushed petals clasped against his chest      only served to deepen the creases of guilt cut into his countenance. Doeful      eyes watched in awe as the angel of a woman lowered her figure to his level,      and flushed ears listened as she spoke with a voice so lilting and gentle that      he was almost certain that she was hiding a pair of velveteen wings beneath      her satin gown. Something about her was just so naturally…soothing.           Even a skittish, timid boy the likes of he seemed to quiet to her kindness.

                                                ❝ …A—are ya sure? But…yer flowers… ❞           Pale lips pursed, his gaze falling to the gathered bouquet against his thin      chest. Most of them had been salvaged from stem to petal, but a few rested      bruised and broken against the checkered corduroy of his vest. Perhaps he      should replace them for her…? The recognition of the mark upon his visage      went unnoticed, clearly too consumed in his faux pas.                                                 ❝ I-if ya’d like, I…I could buy ya some more! ❞

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    “Thank you, that’s very kind of you to offer... They were a gift from my fiance,” Lua offered a gentle smile to the anxious boy, pleased to notice that her attempt to reassure him had helped. Just moments before, she thought he was going to burst into tears. It was hard to believe that this was the very same young man who laid waste to all those Russo family speakeasies a few years back. 

    “I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way, though... You looked like you were in a hurry?” She reached out a dainty hand to what remained of the bouquet he still held. 

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[10:19:16 PM] — ᴩᴏᴍᴩᴀᴅᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴɢ.: RUSSO FAMILY IS BEST FAMILY.

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homunculiisms:

          Assisting the woman’s slender shoulders into the warmth of the fur, she      nodded in answer to the gratitude before taking the gilded handle of the door      between her fingers, parting the wood from the frame to lead her out before      following after her. No matter the distance, she wasn’t bothered. She’d been      given the task of accompanying this woman for her safety’s sake — and as      such, wheresoever she wished to go was as of little consequence as the      bitterly cold weather through which they walked, Sickle without so much as      a jacket, despite her evening gown leaving her bare arms unguarded.           The question, however, seemed to give her pause. Considering it for a      moment, she turned her gaze slightly aside to meet the soft eyes of Lua, who      had fallen behind to match her pace, rather than leading. How odd.                     ❝ …Truthfully, I met Graham under…antagonistic circumstances.                   He recognized me from a wanted poster, and picked a fight. We met                      again sometime thereafter, and fought again. It’s…complicated, but                   after that, I was hired by Ricardo Russo, during Ladd’s incarceration.                             —And yourself, if I may ask? You’re Ladd’s…fiancee? ❞

    Lua’s gaze never left the woman beside her as she remained attentive to not only her response, but to the way she conducted herself. Each step she took was with purpose, completely unperturbed by the chill in the air. She spoke honestly and straightforwardly in a cool tone, maintaining eye contact. Lua tried to recall the mentioned wanted poster, but couldn’t. Her curiosity was piqued as to how she found herself wanted by the Russo family, but put the thought aside for the moment as she continued to listen. She wasn’t quite sure how Sickle would take to being asked about it, but perhaps she’d ask more when they sat down for tea.

   “Ricardo... Placido’s grandchild? I see...” The thought of how much of a striking divergence Sickle was from the typical hired muscle in the Russo family made sense to her now. Little Ricardo Russo, from what she know of the child, had a stoic, no-nonsense demeanor beyond his years that seemed similar to that of the woman beside her. Lua felt that it was unfortunate that someone so young accepted such grim responsibilities, but the boy had so far proven himself to be quite capable, and far less resentful than his late grandfather.

   “Yes,” the response to her bodyguard’s question came with a faint flush to her cheeks. “We got engaged a few years ago, before Ladd went to prison...”