when doubt comes in.

"Anancy."; 34 year old specialist in infiltration. Further information is strictly classified.

[lvdygrim]

who: @missanancy​  / khadija payne  where: nearby hotel

in a lot of ways, anancy was her equal. her kindred kind. primarily in that they both enjoyed their share of shit-stirring and unimaginable chaos. today, however, was a day of repose and relaxation as it wasn’t so often it was permitted. at least in mimi’s case. holding a civilian job alongside her criminal work, there was little time alotted for genuine days of reprieve. and so after engaging the marvelous skilled hands of their local cleaners after an unrelated task of blood and blackmail, mimi convinced her darling friend to join her post mission for a day out on the town. 

this would eventually find the pair where they resided now: poolside at a bordering luxury hotel after a day of shopping and a divine spa treatment. 

mimi held wine in hand presently, admiring herself in the water’s reflection before deciding to speak again, dark hues dancing towards her companion. “best day in awhile, right?”

[missanancy]

“Mm-hmm,” Khadija responded to Mimi with a noncommittal hum. Her eyes were set on the pool water but she wasn't truly looking at the water. Her mind had drifted away from reality moments ago since they arrived by the pool. After stepping out of a role or finishing her business, relaxation was the only thing she cared about. Playing with people's lives could be so exhausting sometimes. However, Khadija never believed she could be bored of it. "The best." She blissfully sighed. "I truly adore days like this." There were honesty and jubilation in her words; a common habit that occurred whenever she was around Mimi. Loyalty, friendship, and trust were not aspects that Khadija valued highly throughout her life. They were only tools for her to use to get what she wants. And Mimi was one of those rare cases that fell on the fine line between a plaything and a partner. Mimi was different from the others and similar to her. An ally, a playmate, a sister in arms.

[musingisms]

“I think manipulation is the greatest art of them all”

— (via mecixan)

[missanancy]

rottencoresx·:

HAN & KHADIJA 

unfortunately, French was one of those stupid languages, in which Han was well-versed. yet the insult did nothing to generate a French quip in response.  he was still a bit too preoccupied. he continued to apply pressure to his wound. fingertips betrayed the tissue that ached for him to cease the stings and pains. his groans would fill the air, instead. it wasn’t his first gunshot, and it wouldn’t be the last. he was certain there were bets some would win in support of that theory. he had terrible friends. the shadows of her figure would dance around her like a shadow of a boogey-woman. to which he tried to inch himself away from.

advice was given, yet not entirely sought out. she had a glaring point and it would have been stupid of him to ignore those words. and yet–

he tried to shake his face violently from her grasp, biting back a hiss from pressed fingernails upon his cheeks. he was good and making things worse for himself. “I said, I don’t need your help.” when the violent headshake wasn’t enough to free his perfectly crafted cheekbones, well, that’s when the spoiled fingertips of dark green goo rose from his wound. the blood drops of mold would pull at her wrist, leaving a stain. “Tu m'emmerdes avec ton bruit” 

The sight of an eerily green substance oozing out from a part of the man's body and touching Khadija's smooth brown skin caused a wicked grin to spread widely across her face. She examined the green substance on her wrist thoroughly and chuckled darkly. And just like that her interest in the man went from none existence to full-on curiosity. She pressed her thumb hard into his cheek, narrowing her eyes at him.·

"Ah, so you're a strange one?" Khadija said with a forced glee in her voice. With her hand still gripping onto his face, she forced his head to shake from side to side. "How cute." She cooed, flickering her tongue over her lips. Khadija loosed her grip on him and gave a few light taps on his cheek before fully releasing him. She stood tall with an arm across her stomach. Her grin shifted into a sneer as she held out her green-coated wrist to him.·

"Now explain to me what this is or else. I don't have all day and it looks like you aren't getting any better by the second."

[missanancy]

ofcrvmes·:

     A fervent nod of the head as she continued to smoke her cigarette, “you get it. I’m always extra cautious around people who use their p’s and q’s” Kim agreed. She snapped that little silver case closed once more and slipped it back into the pocket of her trousers where it landed with a comforting heavy weight against her leg. “The New York branch isn’t quite so…” she waved a hand in the air vaguely, trying to grasp the word she was trying to think of to describe the building they were in, brows knitting together gently “regal? As this one. It’s still fairly nice though.” she smiled. At the assumption, she offered a sly smile of her own “yep, the land of sun sand and spiders, born and raised.” Kim chuckled, flicking the ash off the end of her cig and watching it disintegrate in mid air “Englands a fair bit colder than Aus, but I’ll tell you not having to check my crocs for huntsmen every time I wanna leave my house is a fuckin’ blessing.”

Khadija closed her eyes as she took a long hit on the cigarette. The words from the blonde woman that sprouted out from her mouth sparked no emotions inside of Khadija. As usual, apathy gripped and grabbed at her heart. Pulling the cigarette away from her glossy lips, a large grin stretched across her face.

"England seems so dull compared to Australia with the way you put it. Then again, I always preferred spiders and sun over this bland scenery." She crinkled her eyes. "So your crocs? Do they tend to take a bite out of people? Or they're harmless little pets? Because if huntsmen would keep sniffing around my property like that, that would be the last thing they'd be doing." Khadija remarked with a bitter look in her eyes, however, there on her lips still was a grin. Her imagination dipped into how that scenario would play out with the sharp teeth of the crocodiles venturing forward for human flesh. It was entertaining to think about but it didn't suffice her unfeeling heart.

[missanancy]

It’s probably better late than never asdfghj. anyway, hello, hi! I’m Skye (she/her), 25+ years old, EST, and I am sort of rusty when it comes to tumblr rping so go easy on me please. 😭 

Here is what I have for the personal profile of Khadija so far. I will probably add more stuff later on in the future. 

To summarize about her, she is someone who treats the whole world like a stage and would probably sell your soul to Satan for one corn chip and immediately throw away the corn chip. If anyone has any questions or ideas for plotting, feel free to dm me. 

[lovestereo]

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[missanancy]

ofcrvmes​:

     The glint of gold pulled from the depths of the womans expensive bag bought a grin to Kims face and she untucked the cigarette from behind her ear only to pause when the other spoke to her. A brow arched and she leant forward to alight the end of the tab with the small flame that was offered with delicate hand, taking a deep inhale of the burning relief before straightening up and folding her empty hand across her waist to cup the elbow of the arm that anchored her vice.       “My apologies, it’s not often you have need for such pleasantries here” she chuckled, taking another drag before rooting in her pocket and pulling out the case and popping it open to offer the other one of her cigs. “Peace offering?” she chuckled, smoke curling out of her lips and being carried off in the light breeze.       She studied the woman carefully, she wasn’t feeling any overwhelming emotions from the other, so it was difficult for her to gauge the other accurately right this moment. She smiled pleasantly “Are you American? I used to be a regular at the New York branch in my youth.” Kim offered, a little pleasant conversation to thank the woman for the use of her lighter.

Khadija out a lighthearted chuckle from a polite smile. "I can see what you mean. Usually, when there are pleasantries involved, there are motives not far behind them." Just as she was about to put away the lighter, the blonde offered her a cigarette. She responded with an arched brow and two fingers taking the cig from the woman. She was surprised but more amused by the act. "Thank you." She said, placed the cigarette into her mouth which she lit it for herself, and finally had the lighter disappear back in her purse. She took a drag of the cigarette while the woman attempted to make small talk. She carefully puffed out the smoke as her lips curled into a mischievous grin. "American, yes. New Yorker, no. But I do make plenty of trips there every now and then." She replied, raising her sunglasses up from her eyes and into her hair. "I'm presuming you're from the down under?"

[hideouxlies]

𝙷𝙰𝙽 & { 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 } 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝙱𝙰𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙳𝙴𝙽, 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙻 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴𝚂                                                                         @moments-momentos​​​​

“I don’t need your help.” a half truth was spoken through the very gritty teeth of Han Jae Song– A rotten scent would emit from a fresh wound oozing just above his knee. dark green ichor, as it oxidized with the crisp midnight air, spoiled what could have been a beautiful crimson shade of blood. this was an effect of his abilities, and something he was very poorly trying to hide.  “Get lost or you’re getting a fucking lead salad for a midnight snack.” a threatening tone would hardly compensate for the wispy hushed sounds he was attempting to subdue from the piercing pain in his limb. 

the very gun that gave him the wound at the corner of his thigh, raised in greeting. how rude, and so very Han of himself. a warning shot blasted in the air would have surely disrupted the neighborhood, if his last bullet weren’t entirely lodged in his leg. “For fuck’s sake.” 

it was becoming very evident that if he was going to get this person to leave him alone, that he’d have to resort to throwing the useless piece of shit in his hands. thus, the handgun went flying in the air. another warning was issued as he tried to pull himself up, “Seriously, all my coins are inside, and you’ll have to bargain with the hot, completely toned, bar owner in there.” eyes flickered to the nearby door, “And I’m telling you, you don’t want to shit in her bar.” 

[missanancy]

"Seeing how you look apparently in such a perfect condition and not at all looking like a horrid tragedy that is very unflattering to the eyes," Khadija scoffed in a French accent. "It is quite obvious that my help is not what you are seeking, but could it possibly be...my pity, espèce d’idiot?" She pulled out a gold Gucci™ makeup mirror to fix her purple lipstick. She hummed at the man's threats and closed the compact right as she noticed he was about to throw something at her. She narrowly dodged the handgun he tossed in her direction before she straightening her posture and brushing the strands of her platinum blonde wig behind her ears. She honestly didn't have time to deal with this pathetic excuse of a person. 

She stepped forward to the man and crouched down to his eye level. She grabbed his face into her hand, her well-manicured fingers squeezed against his cheeks. "Listen to me and listen carefully." She stared at him with emotionless eyes, squeezing her fingers tighter against his skin. "As tempting as taking your coins or engaging this hot, completely toned, bar owner sounds, I have better things to do. So I am going to offer this and only this. I recommend that you stop acting like a complete and utter imbecile and get the help." Still speaking with the French accent, her words came out as cold as ice, lacking any warmth of emotion. 

[ofghasts-deactivated20230501]

     The small courtyard within The Continentals walls was the designated smoking area, in Kimberly’s eyes at least. She walked towards the outside, low heeled boots echoing against the marbled floors as she pulled open that door and stepped into the brisk Wintery air. Pulling the sleek cigarette case out of her pocket, she slipped one of the sleek black sticks (a specialty order that Idris always fulfilled for her) out of the engraved silver box and placed it delicately between her lips before snapping the case shut and dropping it delicately back into her pocket before reaching deeper into the recesses of those tailored trousers to try and locate a means to ignite the damned thing.      A few moments of scurried searching, emptying pockets onto a nearby bench, patting herself down with an irritated sigh to be sure the blasted thing hadn’t slipped through a hole in the lining of the sleek blazer she wore and was loitering at the bottom of the silken seams. Alas, it appeared, her lighter had indeed vanished.      “Well, fuck.” she grumbled, looking up and around to see if there was anyone nearby, plucking the cigarette from her lips and tucking it behind her ear so the end wouldn’t become damp. “Hey” she called to a figure, waving a hand in friendly greeting “you got a light? Mines conveniently gone AWOL” she queried, her slow aussie drawl lilting her words delicately.

[missanancy]

Khadija strolled through the small courtyard, her pink high heels clicking on the ground and making tapping sounds with each step she took. She squinted her eyes behind the oversized sunglasses that covered her face and pressed her lips together. 

She didn't want to acknowledge the individual up ahead. She was eager to get to the tea room to relax and continue her research. But she was also somewhat curious about the blonde smoker. 

And seeing how her attention was being requested and it would be rude of her to simply ignore someone who sought out her presence and was in need. Especially when that someone could be of use to her in the future or just amusing enough to temporarily entertain her. 

The corner of her lips twitched as she paused in front of the blonde smoker, opening her Italian designer purse to pull out the golden lighter she had. It wasn't hers exactly, but the details on that matter were irrelevant. A lighter was a lighter.

"A word of advice, it's best to add a please when asking for something." She stated in a light and clear voice with an American accent, flipping open the lighter and flickering it until a flame arose from it.