MAN OF HONOUR

Logan J. Legend. Lieutenant to the American Mob.

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giocastiglione‌:

The screeching voice of Thea Collins exasperated the hell out of Gio. He’s used to politicians and their empty promises and flowery words, but Collins had a voice that was just utterly irritating. He had to watch this though. He wanted to be updated about things, especially when the Mayor wants to rant about cleaning the streets and whatever other bullshit she wants to spew. 

“… and I will stand by my promise to purge Atlanta’s streets of the Mafia-style gangs that have come forth—“

Bang. A single gunshot. Chaos. Cameras were pushed to the floor as people ran aimlessly. 

Gio pried his eyes away from the TV and got his phone. A few phone calls later and he would find out the DA Alastair Wright is dead. 

The inevitable meetings and phone calls would happen soon. As far as he was concerned, everything was airtight on their side so it could only have been the Dixie Mafia’s doing. It was probably going to be a long day, and since it was the calm before the storm, he took the chance to come down to the steakhouse at his hotel to have a late lunch.

Seated alone as he cut through his medium rare, he took a swig of the red wine beside his plated before chewing down on his steak. He took a glance at the TV by the bar playing news reports of the shooting. Atlanta would be on lockdown. Everyone would be checked and vetted. Gio had to prepare, and what better way to prep than with wine and steak?

He felt someone come up to the table as he watched the TV from afar. When he finally was able to pry his eyes away from the screen, he looked up at the person. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said. 

He’d left before the shooting—but the text messages that now flown through his iPhone only stipulated that things, even at their very worse—were about to move even further into the dark. Logan being a key member in such a tact was… dangerous. Was it a collective good he was after, or was the chaotic evil that he’d become from the former war hero seeping right into his blood?

Who the hell knew?

He didn’t mind his time, finding out where Gio was, all it took was asking one of the guard’s sitting within Bianchi’s home now—the family protected from any further harm. Now, he didn’t like the idea of having to tail the girl, just to keep an eye on her—they all noted the change, the shift from tolerance to pure anger—he didn’t plan on getting in the way of that.

Finding Gwyn’s car parked out front was enough of a reason to say he found her, sending off the text of confirmation. Even if he didn’t—he understood the meaning to need to be alone. Moving inside of the restaurant, head craned for a second as they settled on Gio. Approaching the bar, he took a spot next to the Vice President, pulling the menu forward. “Evenin’, Darlin’—“ He greeted sarcastically, lopsided grin to match.

“Fancy findin’ you here instead of at the house…” Logan trailed off, casting a glance to the man. “Thought you were also playin’ babysitter?”

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julianajacobson‌:

Juliana looked over at him, a tiny hint of a smile on her features.  “I lost my fiance in a similar way years ago,” she admitted.  “It felt like the right thing to do to come and offer my condolences.”  The gang violence in Atlanta had to stop, but she could only do so much.  She could only dig in so far without hitting a brick wall or worse.

Logan fell silent, a small nod. “Didn’t know you were married.” But he barely knew her—to make such a claim was just his notion to fill the silence. “I’m sure the family appreciates it all the same—“ He gestured to the small huddle of black. “Not that they’d really fuckin’ notice, but still.” He moved to order another beer with the bartender nearby—“Want a drink?”

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camillexwells‌:

It felt like all she could do was sit there with her mouth shut, tongue glued to the roof of her mouth, unable to offer any sort of comfort that would be correct as she watched the last two remaining Bianchi’s slowly implode. Despite being in their position in the past, Camille was aware that people grieved differently, and the two of them reminded her of her siblings’ reactions to their parents death rather than her own. Denial and isolation had been her strongest shield, and the President and Gwyn had been quick to feel anger. It hadn’t been a secret that Gio was gone, there was no use denying that it was true. The question was who?

The scent of smoke filled the silence between her and Logan, sure that their thoughts were similar and mingling with the thin gray wisps in the air. He spoke and Camille had to fight her lips from forming a small ‘o’ of surprise, opting instead to place the cigarette between her lips and inhale. Still, a corner tugged upward, a flick of appreciation. “It just doesn’t…feel like enough, you know? Someone got the upper-hand, and it wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. I’m so close to the President, and if he’s next and I’m there I should–I should be able to at least try to protect him.” Sure she had a gun, sure she knew how to load it, but it wasn’t like she was an expert marksman, or could even potentially shoot another human being, right? But Logan was right, maybe all she could do for now was be there for Gwyn, keep her sane. 

Brilliant blues seemed to pierce right through her, read her thoughts, mask that she usually wore absent and leaving her vulnerable. “Nope,” Her own lips popped the emphasis of the ‘p’ as his had, gaze dropping to the flicked ashes of her cigarette. “Well–” What were her conspiracy theories? “…I just wonder who was the last person to see him? Where was his bodyguard? Such a ballsy move killing the Mob President’s son…motive is clear but how?” 

Saying something to the tone of the situation… just wasn’t needed. No. Logan bit back, cool expression to the stares around him, dropped his head, and continued on his day. That’d been it, mostly. Moving through the crowd, pretending he didn’t have a hand in exactly the trouble they had caused. Wasn’t it? Maybe there was some good—if they all broke one another—there’d be nothing left to pick up the pieces.

Maybe he could admit his wrongs to her, tell the tale—spill the details of how they all participated in this hellish end. If only—Logan pushed the thought away before he dared it to continue on, not showering it any attention was better than indulging a darker corner of his mind. “You’re doin’ everything that needs t’ be done.” He spoke as he exhaled, thumb flicking the ashes of the cigarette away. “it’s not yer job t’ protect the President—“ His voice spoke through, annoyance breaking a barrier guarded by the former soldier. “He has his own detail, no need t’get fuckin’ tossed in and risk getting killed too."

Or maybe, on a darker scale, it just meant that if she got in harm’s way, she might get hurt. He wasn’t about to risk that in the bigger picture—keeping her out of the way was fine enough. Now as she spoke, her thoughts clearly being exposed, as he took another drag from the cigarette in silence. “I don’t know—“ Lie. “All I fuckin’ know is that someone fucked up big. “ A lull, as he continued. “The kid didn’t have security—none of them did. Not until now. Bianchi probably thought no one would ever try it, that his kids were untouchable…”

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lorelei-reynard‌:

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “I have too much respect for the death to do something like the kind of thing you’re suggesting,” she rolled her eyes. “No one understands Death better than I do, believe me, darling.” Her childhood wasn’t one of the best, but she knew it could have gone much worse and the mortician thanked to whatever angel or demon watching over her and her twin.  “Who I work for is not of your business, nor my reasons to do it,” Lorelei said to him. “I don’t question who you worth with, I don’t actually care,” she added. “My reasons are my own and no one else’s” Lorelei sighed, knowing that one of her reasons was her brother. “By the way, have you seen my other half around? He looks like me but more masculine and less pretty than me.” 

He looked to her, and while her comment struck him odd—he only had complaints, arguments to say she was not the only one who understood death as it was. He did too, in the moral sense of it. The battleground only showed you things for that you could handle and at times—he could hear the gunshots as they pierced flesh. Instead, Logan remained stoic—the life he lived, the person he was—it was gone. Long gone. Only an echo of that being remained. “’Fraid not, darlin—“ He looked over his shoulder. “It’s too much of a sea of black t’ see anythin’. Why you gunnin’ t’ find him?”

[reid-sam]

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[logan-legend]

Do you have any idea who I am? I'm Taskmaster. I can counter anything you throw at me. I can mimic and adapt to any move you make.

[logan-legend]

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind

[logan-legend]

Logan was leaning off to the side, keeping to himself, the beer in his hand slung loosely at his side. He wasn’t drunk—sure as shit wasn’t fucking sober, that was a note. Perhaps nursing the buzz was what was keeping him sane in a sense, knowing this was almost too much for most people to be able to take on. Spotting the brunette standing off to the side, Logan moved from his hidden position, pushing through the small crowding. “Didn’t think you would’a known one of ‘em—“ He gestured to the four photos that stood nearby. “Unless yer jus’ here out of some sympathetic tact?”

@julianajacobson​

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lorelei-reynard‌:

“Yes, but not in the way you think,” Lorelei looked at the crowd inside the church and sighed, taking out her phone to check the time. “I work at the funeral home so I can say that I knew them in a way that no many are used to.” She looked at one of the assistants that worked with her and pointed to a flower vase that had too many flowers and was about to fall on its side. “I don’t know why people come here when they didn’t even knew them or their families, fake simpathy, I suppose,” she shrugged. “It’s a strange feeling,” she stared at him. “Why are you here?” 

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ hear how or if you get down ‘n nasty with the bodies—if that’s where we’re goin’ with this.” Not that Logan hadn’t indeed been down in the thick of it. War created an illusion of pain, something no person could attain or understand. All you could do was step over them. “I knew ‘em—“ He looked to the brunette with a knowing glare, stoic expression hid whatever thought process Logan might’ve wanted to usher. In this setting, it wasn’t the best bit, biting back on his curt demeanor, the aggravation subsided. For today. “Payin’ my respects. I work for the family—“ He gestured to the cluster of Bianchi’s, some having come from overseas, all surrounding his President. “But I know you don’t work for ‘em.”

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camillexwells‌:

The teasing and the game she’d been playing with Logan was halted—potentially forever, what with how easy it was for one of their own to suddenly be ripped away from life itself. Camille wouldn’t admit, didn’t dare to, but if she lost Logan again and this time permanently, as much as she hated to admit it, she wouldn’t know how to live with herself. It would very well change her soul, blacken her heart, destroy in more ways than one. Thoughts she ignored, as a person who thrived on independence and true detachment. But despite all their drama, Logan’s presence soothed her, somehow feeling more safe now that he was in her vicinity. 

Camille leaned forward with the produced request, inhaling as he lit the end of hers, and listened as Logan asked the obvious question that everyone was wondering. “I don’t know,” And that was frustrating to Camille, who needed to know, who practically got off on learning secrets and being the only person that held them, it rippled the edges of her words. “I feel useless, running around as a Secretary, trying to make myself useful with aiding in organizing this but there’s not much else I can do other than check in on Gwyn and the President. I get my title, but I just think there’s more that I can help with.” Whether or not he cared enough to answer, Camille didn’t mind. Thoughts flitted effortlessly off her tongue, only low enough for Logan to overhear. Mild-mannered fingers flicked the ashes off the butt of her cigarette. “Do you have any conspiracy theories?”

In the seconds that Bianchi’s voice broke, it felt like time stopped. He remembered sitting in the vast home—screaming coming from the young blonde, slamming, throwing things. Bianchi wanted a head—and wanted all of them to hunt it down, find them and bring them to him alive so he could kill the man who killed his son. Logan remained silent, for the first time. Atlanta was getting quicker, faster at shutting people down, silencing them for good. It didn’t matter if you were the one doing it, as much as you needed to be the one not snuffed out for your crimes against humanity.

A drag from the cigarette, as Logan kept mum, allowing Camille the space to speak. For the first time in a long time—there were no snipes. No shots taken at one another, a case of jealously not necessarily subsided but more so subdued, given the atmosphere. He knew if she died—he’d snap. Lose his mind more than he had, steal the souls of those who tried to stop him—not that he could user this truth to her, either. Instead, he stood there for a moment, ebbing silence between them before finally speaking up.

“Yer doin’ a fine job.” He offered. “All you can fuckin’ do is just—be here. We all gotta exist….” And he daren’t mention the plan, the meaning to why they were doing all they were doing. Maybe he didn’t want to drag Camille into his bullshit more than he had. He bit his tongue. “Jus’ keep the fuckin’ girl from snappin’ her shit and outing us all.” There were too many police officers lingering, a public moment where four bodies all hit the floor for one motive. As a moment, Logan took another drag, looking her dead in the eye, hues almost glazing over. “Nope—“ He lied, his lips popping on emphasis of the ‘p’. “You?”

[kylosrehn]

Okay. Uh, this is Trooper Wagner. I’m Lieutenant Elliott. We just wanna ask a few questions.

[evansensations]

Chris Evans as Hugh Ransom Drysdale in Knives Out (2019)

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lorelei-reynard‌:

“I prepare bodies for things like this,” she said with a wave of her hand. “That’s what I do, dear.”  Lorelei crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him up and down. “Perhaps you have been told this before but you look like Captain America, but I’m more of a Loki girl.” 

That sudden stark snort fell from under Logan’s breath. “Darlin’ I can assure you I ain’t nothin’ like fuckin Captain America.” More like whatever vigilante existed. There were no heroes in Logan’s world, and certainly not of the main himself. He’d fallen so far down the rabbit hole, he wouldn’t try to get out if he knew the way. Curiosity struck, even as he looked odd standing there in a fine pressed suit—a far shift from any formal uniform. “You know ‘em—the people that passed?”

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lorelei-reynard‌:

“They know how to move,” Lorelei answered. “They just don’t seem to have a reason to do it, know you?” She told the man that showed up next to her. “I’ve been observing the crowd you see and I’ve found out that humans move faster when they have an objective in mind, they can cross streets and parks to get to their destination but if they don’t have one, they shut down, like robots,” she said. “There’s also this other thing about not caring if the other person is in a hurry or not, as long as it’s not them.” 

Logan looked down, the raven-haired woman standing beside him, as he arched a brow. “Is this what you do?” He rose a slender brow. “Pass off fuckin’ nonsense about humans?” He shook his head. “Who fuckin’ does that at a wake?”

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camillexwells‌:

Exhausted. Since they’d received the news, Camille had been running around like a chicken without a head. The reactions haunted her–how the President and Gwyn had both paled, swayed where they stood, all but fainted right there on the spot. Gwyn’s eyes had changed that day, as did the President’s. Darkened, murderous. All Camille could do was simply be there where they needed, aiding both and the rest of the Mob, offering status reports and notes from meetings held and keeping the Mob informed. A ripple effect caused a somberness to sweep the family and members. 

“Fuck, I’m so tired,” She muttered involuntarily under her breath, head pressing to her forehead. “Do me a favor, can you fish into my purse and grab me a cigarette and lighter?”

There’d been enough going on that Logan was on or about to nurse into the double digits of alcoholic beverages. Beer bottle in hand, sunglasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, as he stepped outside the back. Even through all the debates between them personally, argumentative aside—this was bigger. This was dangerous territory. Stopping at the sight of her purse, he set his bottle down, pulling out two, one for himself and her, and passed it to her, thumb flicked to ignite the small mechanism before repeating the gesture for himself. A lull of silence, placing the cigarette pack and lighter in her purse, and plucking his bottle up. “Who the fuck do we know who would’ve killed the kid?” He finally asked, speaking the unmentionable question into the dreary, chilled air between them.

[glamoroussource]

Chris Evans photographed by Trunk Xu for Modern Weekly China — 2015

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calliope-grace‌:

Callie had been looking around for Richard..or Enzo, or honestly anyone frankly. The shit that she had uncovered needed to be sorted through and Callie was not able to do it herself. Hearing a voice behind her she turned around and put her phone away quickly. “Wow, you’re just a bright ray of sunshine aren’t you. There’s a path on each side, you can walk around.” 

He looked down to her—if she’d only known, residing behind the mask. A lack of care for the world, for himself, left Logan battered. Unbothered as his fingers pulled a trigger, as his hands took another life. People were expendable, it seemed. He refused to be. “I’ve been fuckin’ told.” He shot back. “Good thing you fixed yer face, darlin’, that was quite the job.” He snapped at her, wondering if she was even smart enough to put the hints together.