beauty & rage ;

Naomi Stone Real Estate Agent. 36 years old. Mobstress. Associate. Bianchi Cousin

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detectivesilasking·:

He was in work mode, memorizing faces and overhearing names,a recorder device lingering in the inner lining of his jacket pocket passed asa pen—but was meant for otherwise. He wanted to hear everything, remember itall for later when he made his most recent report. Infiltrating the groupbefore him could’ve been an option—but he was never one to shy away, hide fromthe issues before him. In the wake of his thoughts, a blur of blonde passed hisvision, hues focused and settled on the sound of her voice as she spoke. “Me?”He gestured to himself, an almost-innocence about his actions to off-set anysuspicion. Not that there was need for it. “I knew one of the men that died—we wentto high school together.” He lied, feigning a sorrowful look. “And you?”

“I’m here to support my family.” What a garbage word, family. Truly it was supporting her dead one, with Gio removed all that was left was Gwyn and her father. “My dear deceased cousin, tragically taken too soon from this world, and...and in such a horrid way. I’m wrecked to pieces.” Her derby hat shielded misty crystal orbs, each movement deliberate and purposeful, Academy Award winning. “And your friend from high school? How was he taken?”

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dommcretti·:

Inappropriate? Maybe but if there was anyone in this godforsaken room who felt exactly what Dom did, it was probably Naomi. For once, he didn’t listen to his better judgement or the logical part of his brain that usually made him astute and disciplined. It’d been a long fuckinf day and, if anything, this could be looked at as unwinding and letting go after being bogged down with sadness. Shuffling and navigating through the crowd of people Dominic, eventually, made his way to the blonde who managed to stick out like a sore thumb among the crowded room. “Care to join me for a drink?”

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Donned in black, like the Devil’s agents ready to strike and destroy, Naomi was glad to have found a partner in Dom. In a way that she wouldn’t dare admit to him, Naomi was using Dom and riding on the coattails of his path toward the President chair. They both had one goal in mind: take down the Bianchi’s. And what a moment to celebrate, at the very wake for one of them now gone. “I thought you’d never ask,” she glided up to him, hand resting on his forearm. “Were you there for it? The moment the light left that brat’s eyes?”

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lorelei-reynard·:

“I think we can come to an arrangement of some sort,” Lorelei said. “There’s fun in Death, well, depends on the way you die,, but business are business and I’m sure I can come out with what you’re looking for.” Her funeral home wasn’t the only one in Atlanta, there were many to choose from but she always made sure to be the first one on the list if a loved one left this realm.

There was a man in particular she couldn’t stand to look at and his name was Seth. He was her archnemesis, so to speak and everytime they crossed path he tried to get into her head or her pants, or both. “Miss Reynard?” A soft voice interrupted her thought and she turned to look at her intern. “I’m finished with Miss Smith,” he said and then he stared at the blonde woman with an open mouth. “Close that mouth, unless you want flies in there, dear,” Lorelei told him, making him blush. “Call her mother and let her know that her baby girl is ready, she still needs to pick the coffin and remind her that glas coffins are not exactly real so please stop asking for it, her daughter is not Snow White.”

“Very kind of you. Is business that slow?” It could’ve been Interpreted as a joke, but Naomi had a way of deadpanning her words, whether or not they were sincere, teasing, or serious, it was hard to tell. Even now, Naomi wore her anger as a shield, not allowing anyone to get close, hellbent on revenge and not giving a rat’s ass about anyone else. All paws on her chessboard, easily disposed of. “What are some of the ways you’ve seen people die?” A horrid sort of question, but again with her deadpan expression, honeyed tone, she was as serious as the goddess Athena herself. 

The interruption, jaw drop from the male, Naomi was unphased. “I’m sure there’s a lot of money in glass coffins, if that’s something that could pick up your business. Isn’t that why people have open caskets? To stare down and mourn those they’ve lost openly without them ever knowing?”

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lorelei-reynard·:

“One human’s loss is a dead man’s gain, or woman, in this case,” Lorelei shrugged. “Yes, I know who you are, I remember you perfectly,” she moved from the door so the woman could walk inside the funeral home. “Give me a minute and I’ll get it for you. My intern wanted to take it home but I told him it was mine and that was enough to scare him,” she said. “I’ll be back in a few, take a seat.”

She had the scarf in her office in case someone came for it. Lorelei took it and went back to the waiting area where the woman was. “Here we go,” she offered the scarf to her. “Safe and sound. The offer still stands, you know? But I guess the city is still freaked out about what happened.” 

“Obviously, it’s why usurping was so popular back in the day.” There was a coldness in the smirk, taunting against a brilliant display of beauty. But based on the brunette’s personality during the entire process of planning Gio’s funeral, dark humor was something Naomi could actually get away with without revealing who she really was to the family she wanted to destroy. 

She waited, preferred to stand after one swift glance and frown at the chairs, gazing around in a bored sort of fashion. She couldn’t remember being present for her own family’s funeral planning, numbed by pain killers, anything to keep her subdued and attempting to murder her Uncle with anything in her vicinity. “Thank you so much,” Perfectly manicured hands took the scarf, folding it neatly and placing it into her bag. All designer, of course, she wasn’t a fool. “If you had specials on allowing me to plan another, I would consider. You know, kind of like a surprise party but for the future dead.”

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lorelei-reynard·:

“You have to be careful with the family as well as with the body,” explained Lorelei to her intern who still had a surprised look on his face watching her apply some make up to the deceased’s face. “You’re giving them a last farewell and no one wants to go to Heaven or to Hell without looking fabulous.” It was a ritual that she loved and found comfort in it. Some found it too morbid to apply make up and fix the hair, but when it was an open casket ceremony, the family wanted their loved one to look good, even if they were not in the realm of the living anymore. “I don’t see you taking notes, dear.” The young man fresh out of college nodded and went to retrieve a small notebook and a pen. “You’ll have to do this when I’m gone and who knows? Maybe you’ll be in my place, just make sure to use my favorite lipstick or I’ll come back to haunt you,” Lorelei gave him a smirk and then groaned, rolling her eyes when she heard the doorbell ringing. “Finish this for me. I’ll see who is it.” The intern jumped when she forcibly made him sit on the chair next to the table that contained the body. Lorelei walked to the door of the funeral home and opened it. “Coffins? We’re giving discounts if you come to look for it while you’re still alive.”

She’d been there to help the family make the difficult decisions, as they had been with her. Fake. Both sides were--them trying to make up for something that couldn’t be fixed, her relishing in fate delivering swift punishment. A scarf left behind, purposeful of course, curiosity to know the cost for how much it’d be to bury the rest. The mourning cousin left behind after losing so much already. 

“Really. Am I to plan my own funeral today then for a discount?” The amusement was evident in her tone, not ruffled in the slightest by the woman’s odd nature or the chilling sensation of the funeral home. “I was here the other day for Giovanni Bianchi’s arrangements. I believe I left a scarf behind.”

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detectivesilasking·:

He was curious to see the turn out. Badge tucked neatly intohis pocket, as Silas crossed the foyer of the event hall. Dressed in black tofilter through the crowd, not lingering long enough, no one would askquestions. But he presumed curiosity—if four people died—at the hands ofsomeone, there’d be a name to blame. And they would be in this building. He wasn’t about to quick announce his intentions—he wassmarter than that. Moving to the refreshment stand, making himself a coffee,and standing off to the side, where he spotted someone already lingering. “Shame,isn’t it?” He commented to the person on his left. “They were all so young.”

It was difficult concealing the satisfied smirk that wanted to appear, concealed crystal orbs raking over the distraught looks of the Bianchi family behind her black funeral Kentucky Derby inspired hat. Only a matter of time. Slowly they were beginning to understand how she’d felt when her own family had been taken from her. A careless mistake that hadn’t been corrected in time, all because of the family she was surrounded by. 

The male’s voice drew her gaze slowly toward him, feigning the look of mourning with expertise, chalked up from emotional recall. “Tragic.” She murmured, trying to place name to the unknown face. “You knew them?” 

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guineverebianchi·:

The escape from the hotel had been dire, sleepless andexhausted. Emergency personnel delivered them to safer grounds, and while thethought of running home, changing—her cellphone already ringing for her to goin and work—she stopped, turning her brisk pace up a side street and headingfor the Diner nearest her. Food, sustenance, and then she would change, Gwyndecided. Opening the door, the innards of the restaurant a ghost town as sheapproached the counter, gripping the menu as it was handed to her. Sipping hercoffee, as the soft chime of the door bell sounded, signaling someone elseentering the shop, while she read the papers, now bustling with news of the blackout. She checked her phone–picking it up to try calling her brother once more.

She could’ve kept walking, her cheeseburger wasn’t necessary but she was craving that along with a milkshake after the God awful waiting time in her hotel suite. Blackout, frenzies, all from the comfort of her King sized bed and Egyptian cotton sheets. But when she saw Gwyn pick up the phone, she sighed, and in a hopes of making her cousin not so pathetic, turned on a stiletto heel and moved to take the seat across from her. “Still no word from Gio? Gwyn, he’s probably fine, might’ve lost his phone among the chaos. I’m sure he’s at home, or y’know, maybe he escaped Atlanta entirely to go visit friends and wait out the storm.”

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dixiepresident·:

Get back to work, get focused. What a fucking set back thismess was, Richard assumed. The helicopter was to land soon—he wouldn’t be foundstruggling along in some fucking boat, he’d travel in style. Especially afterthe horrid mess he left, personally. A secret, that which would remain as such.A small glint in his eye, as he spun, pivoting on his heel and headed towardsthe elevator. Someone facing away from him blocking his path, and he rolled hiseyes. “Get out of my way—“ He snapped.

He was easy to recognize, the Mob practically used his face for target practice and as a motivational drive for the Bianchi crime family. But the picture certainly didn’t do himself justice. Compelled to meet him, if only to ignite any sort of accidental war between the two sides with hopes of getting what she wanted. Such irritation only natural after the awful freak of nature flooding. “So sorry, Richard, but I just had to meet you. I’m Naomi Stone, of the Bianchi family.” A bold declaration, her hand stuck out in greeting, darkened smile upon her lips. 

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elijahrcthschild·:

“We need to make an effort–” Elijah’s voice sounded, as he entered City Hall, aides moving around him. “The Mayor will be having a meeting in thirty minutes–get me whatever information you have–” It was easy, snapping orders when needed. There was an inkling, a notion to say ‘where to start’–stuck in his office all the live long night of the blackout with four other interns. Ascending the steps, rather than taking the elevator, he thought he heard his name called out to him, and turned back, seeing someone move behind him. “Yes?” He asked.

“Elijah Rothschild,” Naomi’s voice rang out upon recognizing the face, loving how it sounded on her tongue. And practically relishing in the commanding presence he had about him, flanked with other suits, she sure did love a man in charge. “Thought I’d say hi and that I’m glad t’see y’made it outta the cats and dogs downpour alright.” She still had a faux reputation to uphold at least while she still got established within Atlanta. “Would y’mind tellin’ me where the City Council Meetin’ is? Thought I’d learn about the people here’n’ add my two cents.” 

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but you can’t see how PRETTY i am when you’re looking the other way !?

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guineverebianchi·:

Naomi wasn’t the most comfortingof people, in times when Gwyn might’ve outright asked for such. Not that shewould with her cousin. It was a struggle. Maybe that was why she clung soeasily to Leyla. It felt like family. “What did you do, book a suite on the wayin?” She asked her cousin incredulously, almost shaking her head to the idea. “What—whatif there’s no room, what if I have to sleep out here—“ She looked around, drymouth in a panic. “What if—I—If I can’t find anything maybe you’ll let me staywith you?”

“Nope.” The p hit with a pop from her lips, smirking all the while. Naomi listened to her woes--well, barely listened. She was too busy scanning the room for entertainment, if any of the men in the room were worth waiting out the storm, or if she should just say fuck it and buzz one out herself. 

Maybe you’ll let me stay with you?

The words registered to her ears, and a Cheshire smile curled on her lips with a sympathetic gaze. “Of course, sweet cousin. We’re family, I couldn’t let you drown now, could I?” She could, oh she definitely could. Develop a sob story, one that was worthy of an Oscar, tragically relaying it to Father Bianchi. “But really, in all fairness, I might as well offer you a relaxer from my personal stash. You want a Xanny?”

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logan-legend·:

Logan felt like a ghost, palming his now bare cheek at timesout of habit for habitual beard scratching—finding nothing there now. He’d doneit again, and again, sitting in the silence until her voice broke through, andhe turned, shifted in his seat with a half-grin. Naomi might’ve been new totown, familiar to those within his organization, but fuck him in the girl wasn’ta good time. And surely that too, he was literally trying to fuck her at theopen opportunity. “C’mon now,” He feigned an almost innocent look, flirtingwith the blonde. “I’m a good fuckin’ person, I got ideas, darlin’, but I’m a gentleman.”

It was fun keeping up the act, that she was from the South, that she was naive and blind to the Bianchi regime. Playing off as though she could be corrupted and appeared vulnerable. But Logan seemed smart, a compliment of the highest caliber with the way men acted. “If I’m bein’ honest? I like the beard better, but I’m sure my lil ol’ opinion doesn’t matter. Just thought I’d throw in my two cents.” Brows lifted at the word gentleman, and Naomi had to smile at that offered fact. “Are you? And you’ve got ideas? Well why don’t you lay ‘em on me.”

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ravennarinaldi·:

“Dividing us into class darling, there’d be so few people in here.” Ravenna leaned forward, painted lips exuding a smile that meant more than what it plainly said. “Don’t worry–I believe you’d be one of the few who would survive my judgement.” She whispered, patting Naomi’s hand. 

Still, there wasn’t enough liquor to entangle herself out of this mess. She could’ve killed the guards one by one for sport. Buta job was to be done. “Have you seen any of the Bianchi’s?” Ravenna asked, speaking too of their cousins, as she set the wine glass down. “I feel as though my cousin is avoiding me. For whatever reason, I’ll never know why.”

“I saw Gwyn when I walked in, no one else, so I have to assume they lucked out better than all of us.” What she wouldn’t give to be holed up at the Bianchi mansion instead of this drab hotel with the rest of Atlanta’s rabble. “Avoiding you? Sounds childish to me...whatever could you have done for them to resort to such a low level of life?”

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guineverebianchi·:

Volunteers were handing out fleece blankets to those walking in from the thunderous downpour, and Gwyn reached out to grip the blanket, throwing it over her shoulders. The chill of the storm settled right into her bones, teeth chattering on key.

It was Naomi’s voice that broke, effortlessly chic, as everything her cousin did. Hues fell to the ground at the mention. At times, it was easier bending to Naomi’s will than fighting it. At times, most times, it was all Gwyn did. 

“I hate them,” She whispered, stepping back from the glass out of habit. “I don’t want to feel stuck inside, I can’t swim–none of this is looking good for me.” A lull, tightening her hold on the blanket. “How do you stay so calm during storms?”

“Well, tragically, this is where we are and it’s a situation we’re all gonna have to deal with, baby.” Her words were crisp, annoyance warmly cutting through the cold that bled from the drenched spots of her suit. Mouth opened to relay, perhaps some sort of comfort, snapped shut when one of their own approached, obviously marking her ‘safe and accounted for’ and instead Naomi turned to bark commands. “A suite and a robe. One with the biggest tub and Egyptian cotton.” They then proceeded to sprint off to the massive line that crowded the front desk. “Not so bad when you have a decent prison. Hopefully you’ve found one for yourself, it might be more calming than having to absorb everyone else’s stress and anxiety.”

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ravennarinaldi·:

It was unacceptable, hues fashioned over the growing crowd of bodies that aligned within the hotel dwellings. A flood. Ravenna rolled her eyes. She’d gladly sacrifice others at the blight of putting her own life in danger, but even so–this was not where she wanted to be. Heels sounded against the fine marble flooring, as she moved from the lobby to the open bar off to the side. “Unbelievable,” The woman snipped, sliding into the seat, as she ordered a red. “I suppose they plan to keep hoarded inside.” She whispered in hush tones under her breath, clicking her tongue in disgust.

It was clear those who could deal and those who couldn’t. Already Naomi was feeling claustrophobic being holed up with others, hating how people had started taking off their shoes. Where was the closest incinerator?

“Isn’t there that whole women and children first bullshit they can cater to? Or can they at least divide us into class? Thank God for the bar.” But that would be drained soon, a nightmare for Naomi.

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“It’d just be easier if they let us light a fire in this place, warm ourselves up that way.” Naomi sighed dramatically, flicking her little red lighter, hand hovering over it just close enough for it to warm the palm of her hand. “D’ya have any games to pass the time? Or...have any other ideas on how to pass the time?” Her eyes sparkled with the obvious innuendo, obviously bored and wanting something to distract her. 

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guineverebianchi·:

Clearly tonight was not the night to consider it girls night out. The rain poured down so viciously, Gwyn couldn’t barely see a foot in front of her, as she sprinted on stilettos into the nearest building, jacket held over her head as she ran. The doors held open by officers trying to get people off the street, as she moved inside, pulling her jacket off completely and shaking it out. “Holy shit–” Her voice broke slightly as she spoke, hues widening as she looked out the window, now sheltered. Moving to the side, she looked to the person next to them. “Are they really calling this a state of emergency?” But as her question fell did a dangerously close crack through the darkened sky break the barrier, as she jumped at the sound of thunder. 

A little rain never hurt nobody. People ran, slipping and sliding on slick areas they couldn’t see, plunging legs into puddles that were deeper than anticipated. And Naomi simply walked letting the element do as it wished, relishing in the chaos. Mainly because everything she owned could be easily replaced. 

Doors held open as she neared, and Naomi stepped in, collapsing her umbrella with a firm movement of hands and handing it off to the officer next to her, even if that wasn’t his role. 

A familiar voice next to her, and she chuckled at Gwyn’s reaction, head tilting in the direction of the thunder as she took off her suit jacket. “Are you still scared of storms, Gwyn?”