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[bigandlong]

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[losinmortalesperdidos]

Vic was lying under his bike and working with wires when his phone rang and he had to wipe his hands with the piece of cloth and pick up. It was Nice Guy, he said that Joe wanted to see him and that he needed to move his skinny ass. Ten minutes later he walked into the office of the elder Cabot. There were Joe, Eddie and two people he never saw before. The first was a middleaged guy, looking so Italian Vic started to remember every movie about mafia and guess if he saw this one there. The other was a young woman, judging by the appearance Vega made another guess that she was the guy’s daughter. 

“What’s the matter, pop?” He put a cigarette in his mouth, patted Nice Guy’s shoulder, and reached into his pocket for the Zippo. Two unfamiliar people remained silent so far. “This shit is gonna kill ya, ya know that?” Joe pointed at the nicotine stick he just lit, at the cloud of smoke and then at the cut-glass ashtray on his desk, “Put it out!” Vic shrugged and did what he was told. Usually, his boss and stepfather was absolutely okay with smoking, so he assumed (third time in five minutes) that it was because of the guests, one of whom by the way was smoking a thin cig. “This is Mr. Diangelo, my friend and colleague.” Vic looked at the man and stretched out his hand for a shake. “He’s going out of town for a while and he needs someone to look after Ms. Diangelo here, his daughter.” The younger male criminal in the room nodded, “Okay, but what it has to do with me? I’m not a guard pop, I don’t watch I take and run. Why me? Why not Eddie, he would scare everyone away with his smell alone!” At these words, Nice Guy chuckled and pointed two fingers at Vic as though he was going to shoot him. “And excuse me my question but does Mr. Diangelo not have his own people for this job?” Joe slapped his palm against the desktop, not too hard but to make the point that he was done with the blabber. “I told people that you’re my best man Vic. Don’t fucking embarrass me ‘cause I trust you.”

@mxlaras​

[mxlaras]

Adrianna’s eyes lit up. “I would love to! Although—“ she made a face, crinkling her none at the thought, “all I’m working on is in the studio and it stinks like hell because of the paint.” Oh, did she love drawing, but God, did she hate the smell of the turpentine she used for thinning her paint. “I’d love to though, if the stench doesn’t scare you.”

She liked Vic. She felt comfortable enough around him, and despite knowing him for less than a day, she liked the way his blue eyes lit up when she mentioned the way Eddie talked for him. Vic was a handsome man nonetheless, but even more handsome when he laughed.

She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her bag and put one between her full lips with the skilful motion of a habitual smoker. “Although,” she added, the cig still in mouth as she waved the hand that was holding her lighter. “Have you seen that painting in Joseph’s office? On the wall on the left of the desk?” She asked, pride evident in her voice and an eyebrow raised.

[losinmortalesperdidos]

Adrianna ‌:

“I don’t know, whatever you’re willing ro tell me,” she didn’t want to push him in any way. “I don’t think my dad and Joe share such a lenghty relationship though. But it makes sence now why Eddie spoke so highly of you.” She leaned back against the chair.

“By the way, Vic, that comes from Victor, right. Cause my little brother’s name is Victorio, but I think he would rather have me set his head on fire than call him Vic. I don’t really know why, I always found the name quite charming.”

Vic laughed shortly, “Nice Guy spoke highly of me? Meaning he didn’t call me dumbass, he said long dumbass?” Another husky laugh escaped him. He and Eddie loved each other like only brothers could. Sometimes some idiots took their close relationship too literally but this didn’t bother them. Each of them knew that the other would come to help at any time and do everything for his friend.

“Yeah, that’s true, but no one except my mother ever called me Victor, and I prefer it to stay like this. Vic is short, you don’t need to twist your tongue around it.“ He put the fork aside and scratched his clean-shaven jawline. “What else can I tell you? … I like vintage cars and bikes, cowboy movies and music of 70′s. I like the beach when it’s empty, long rides and Coke. Now it’s your turn.“

[mxlaras]

She shared his laugh, absendmindedly tangling a dark curl between her fingers. “He kept rubbing his hand over my shoulder, I was pretty angry already at this point.” Her eyes darted up to meet his blue ones with a sheepish smile. “I guess you got to see that part.” She was a little ashamed of her emotional outbreak, although she was still certain she didn’t need a babysitter. Even one as charming as Vic Vega. “But yeah, Eddie kept repeating ‘Vic’s cool, sweetie, Vic’s fine, you’ll love Vic.’”

Adrianna leaned back on her chair. “And I like vintage cars and bikes too, although probably for different reason,” she explained, waving her hand. “You know, for the aesthetic part if it. I don’t know a thing about cars.” She tapped her forefinger against her lips, deep in thought. It was surprisingly hard to think of things she liked, mostly when she was around people connected to her father’s field, all she could think of were things she didn’t like.

“I love to draw. I also love the nature, walks, picnics, you name it. “ She gave him a brief smile. “Stereotypically girly, don’t you think?”

[losinmortalesperdidos]

mxlaras‌:

“Oh, great, thanks.” New York wasn’t bad for painters either. Especially if you knew people around the place. Plus, it’s rainy climate had nothing to do wit the dry heat of neither California, nor Italy. “I heard people call it ‘The Jazz capital of America’ or something.” She crossed her arms at her chest, deep in thought. “You Americans are so weird. At one moment you can be one of the most prosperous and artistic nations in the world and in the next you fry a hot dog on a stick and eat it.”

“Yeah, they say so.” Morris knew the whole story of New York earning this title, all the places, all the names but he wasn’t sober enough or drunk enough to get all nerdy and bombard her with words like Dixieland, Cotton Club or Backroom. He walked to the door, found the keys on the small vintage table beside it in the crystal vase full of lighters, old mouthpieces, coins and other stuff. “French eat frogs but no one complains because they gave us poets, fashion and cinematography,” he put his hand on the doorknob and turned back to look at Adrianna, “I have no complaints about Italians.”

[mxlaras]

Adrianna smiled softly. “That’s good.” She let him close the door of his apartment behind her. She liked the place he lived in, his home was decorated with style and if it wasn’t the heavy feeling of sadness in it’s inhabitant, she would call it cosy. “You should come with me to Italy one day. You’ll love it. Or at least LA.”

[mxlaras]

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[sakizremade]

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[losinmortalesperdidos]

Adrianna ‌:

“So, Vic,” she started after swallowing the salad she had in her mouth. She had chosen a restaurant in her neighborhood, one that had a beautiful garden with a pretty decorative fountain in it. The sound of water intertwined with their voices and made it impossible for anyone to eavesdrop. “Did you do anything bad to bring this on yourself?” She asked with a smile, tilting her head to the side to point out she was joking. Vic didn’t have the unbearable aura of most thugs she met, at least at first, so she wanted to be as nice as possible go him.

“But seriously, since we’re going to be spending time together, obviously,” she took another bite of her food. “I would really like to get to know you. Tell me a little about yourself.”

Garden and fountain, Vic liked that. It was something new after all taco and burger places but still not too exquisite, so he felt pretty comfortable. He took roast beef with vegetables and just finished chewing a piece of meat when Adrianna asked her question. His pack of Red Apple and a lighter lied beside the glass of beer. “Nope, I just happened to be me. In fact, it’s kinda good, for both of us. Joe trusted me to guard you, means he values me. For you, it means he put his best man near you. I’m not a thug but it doesn’t mean I can’t do the job.”

He put some veggies in his mouth. She wanted to get to know him, well, she probably was going to be disappointed. “I’m nothing special. Born here, in L.A., my dad worked with Joe for the previous boss. I and Eddie are friends since we could run under the table, no surprise that I’m working for Cabots myself. What else do you want to know?”

[mxlaras]

“I don’t know, whatever you’re willing ro tell me,” she didn’t want to push him in any way. “I don’t think my dad and Joe share such a lenghty relationship though. But it makes sence now why Eddie spoke so highly of you.” She leaned back against the chair.

“By the way, Vic, that comes from Victor, right. Cause my little brother’s name is Victorio, but I think he would rather have me set his head on fire than call him Vic. I don’t really know why, I always found the name quite charming.”

[oldspcrt-deactivated20200522]

                                                      IND. PRI. SEL.     𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐁𝐘.                                                                     portrayed by marling

[mecchantheotaku]

So like I’ve seen a lot of writing advice posts saying you have to stick to one characterisation all the time and lemme tall you that’s bullshit

There is one specific type of moment where your characters absolutely must act out of character.

When shit gets serious.

Seriously, there’s an entire trope on that.

[igotablankpage]

This. 

Everyone has their own distinct personality.  But your personality is multi-layered, it’s constantly changing. Your friends at school might see you as a bit quiet and reserved, but friendly. Your colleagues at work might see the snark, the jokes, the forced smiles and negativity. Your best/closest friends might see the loud side, the bitchy side, the laugh until you can’t breathe side. 

You’ve heard the phrases ‘But they’re not like that with me,’ or ‘I don’t see it.’ When I was at work I said it all the time- because certain people acted one way around me, and a different way when I wasn’t there. 

It’s the same with situations. It is impossible to determine how someone is going to act in any given situation. Most people I worked with would say I’m polite to customers, but put me in a situation where we’re understaffed, way too busy, with customers being rude- I won’t take any crap and I will be rude back. ‘But that doesn’t sound like Sarah!’ That’s the point. 

If you’ve got a snarky character, they’re not going to be snarky all the time, so don’t expect them to be. That’s unrealistic. There will come a time when your character won’t have the luxury of standing to the side, or refusing to fight, or showing their anger, or being snarky. They will have to change- if only for that moment. 

So please, don’t worry about keeping your character in character all the time. We all act differently in different situations- let your characters do the same. 

[mtchstck-archive]

there’s a word for this, it’s called code-switching. People do it all the time. It’s literally just being a person tbh. You don’t talk to and behave around your best friends the same way you would with your mom and you wouldn’t talk to your co-workers the same way you would with your grandmother. It’s just how we work.

[thebeiges]

[tkkatherineblog]

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[mxlaras]

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[mxlaras]

“Oh, great, thanks.” New York wasn't bad for painters either. Especially if you knew people around the place. Plus, it's rainy climate had nothing to do wit the dry heat of neither California, nor Italy. “I heard people call it ‘The Jazz capital of America’ or something.” She crossed her arms at her chest, deep in thought. “You Americans are so weird. At one moment you can be one of the most prosperous and artistic nations in the world and in the next you fry a hot dog on a stick and eat it.”

[aestheticgram]

[reservoir-bombshell]

@mxlaras​ liked for a starter! 

The night was still young and Charley was winding down at a small, bustling bar downtown. She hadn’t been on a job in a couple weeks and, after spending so much time with the boys this week, understandably needed a night alone. She loved them to pieces but sometimes she just wasn’t in the mood to hear Pink spitting insults at Brown, White scolding Pink and Eddie telling everyone to shut the fuck up. Just not tonight.

Her arms lay folded atop the bar as she waited to be served, and she found her gaze wander over to the woman a few steps away– well, her hands. Her nails, to be specific. “Excuse me,” she hummed, clearing her throat softly and leaning over to get her attention, “I hope you don’t mind me saying– your nails are a beautiful colour. They really look lovely.” The girl offered a shy but warm smile, meeting the lady’s brown eyes.

[mxlaras]

“Oh, uh, thank  you, “ Adrianna was surprised at the compliment, but pleased nonetheless. She glanced at her nails, smiling faintly, then turned to the girl that had started the conversation. “Hey, would you like to have a drink with me? I’m waiting for my brother here, but I would enjoy the company.“ She stirred her martini and looked back to the girl with a small smile. “I’m Adrianna by the way.“

[dxsole]

Happy Birthday Didi~!

[mxlaras]

Oh Didi, Adrianna thought as he clawed through her wardrobe like a vulture. Purple, purple, purple, she repeated in her head, throwing clothes behind her back. She rarely wore pastels, prefering either blacks and whites or earthy colors that went with the color of her skin. But still, she had to have something! 

Adrianna turned to the other side, looking through the drawers. Then, a shopping bag caught her eye, probably something she had bought in one of those days when she was down and up to unbelievable fashion experiments. Something she would buy and forget about right after she got home.

Half an hour later, she was standing in front of the Desperaux-Vega residence in a white suit, holding her small lilac purse in front of her, making sure this was the first thing Didi saw once she opened the door.

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[dxsole]

Happy Birthday Didi~!

“I am a little peeved it’s yet to become an international holiday but I suppose the influx of gifts and adoration make up for it.”

[mxlaras]

“Pfff,” Adrianna couldn’t help but snicker. Her friend’s self-esteem knew no boundaries and she wouldn't take her any other way. If not, it made her love for Didi even bigger. “Here’s what I say -- I know this great great Italian place downtown. You know, drinks, music! Take your Lazo and we make it feel like an international holiday.”