natalia santoro

twenty nine - excon - bartender at flaming hatter

[nataliasantoro]

tkryder​:

‘‘I KNOW they fucking murdered him. I KNOW.’‘ how he was remaining level-headed was beyond him, this was all driving him a bit over the edge. a hand rubs at his chin as he tries to think about it some more, hands thrown up in frustration. ‘‘grieve, cry, do ANYTHING that doesn’t draw anymore attention to yourself, or the santoro name– I DON’T KNOW nat. i do know whoever did this, isn’t going to get away with it.’‘ he doesn’t mean to yell, but he isn’t able to help it. a hand runs along his face, trying to think of what to do next. ‘‘– you’re not going back out there anytime soon. get comfortable. ‘’

-

Deep down, she knew he was right. And in that moment, she hated him for it. She had always been the one to keep a cool head, always know the best way to act. But nothing could have prepared her for this moment. “I can’t just sit here while the people who killed him are out there,” she all but snarled, feeling suddenly like a caged animal. “I’m not a weak little girl who runs and hides. I need to - do something -” She needed to do something, but knew him well enough to know that he was true to his word. Letting out an exasperated grown, she sunk down into a chair, feeling truly useless for once.

[nataliasantoro]

cookie asks

chocolate chip cookie: what scent reminds you of your childhood?

macaroon: when was the first time you fell in love with a place?

peanut butter cookie: what's the weirdest diet/eating habit you've had?

mexican wedding cookie: was your first kiss the way you wanted it to be?

snickerdoodle: what was the name of the first pet that you got to name yourself?

gingerbread man: what's your absolute All-time Favorite winter holiday tradition?

oatmeal raisin: when you were a kid what was your absolute least logical but most hated thing to do?

sugar cookie: salty or sweet?

alfajor: what song do you want to play at your wedding?

animal cracker:what's your favorite non-alcoholic drink?

biscotti: what languages do you speak? which one feels the most intimate to you?

black and white cookie: how'd you handle your very first heartbreak?

choco biscuit: when was the first time that you broke your own heart?

dutch letter: if you could decorate your room anyway you wanted, how would it look?

fig roll: what promise do you wish you could take back?

oreo: what's the most heart-wrenchingly beautiful thing about you?

polvoron: do you collect anything? if so what?

thumbprint cookies: what's your favorite fairytale?

wafer: what kind of music manages to totally transport you somewhere else?

[nataliasantoro]

rcstlcss-nights​:

“Not at all.” Tony waves a polite, dismissive hand. It’s impossible not to watch her, not to try to read her. “It was incredibly rude of me to stare.” A smile, brief though it is, is passed to the young woman. “How are you? The family? It’s been a rough few months, I’m sure.”

-

“Well, no harm done, then,” she said, tilting her head to the side as she did her best to discreetly size him up. “Oh, we’re all good, for the most part. Although, I shouldn’t speak for most of my family though, I generally just keep to my mom. Trying to keep her out of the spotlight as much as possible, you know?” At least her last name wasn’t Santoro, so she was able to be hidden from most of the public. 

[wcrriormuses]

@nataliasantoro​

they’d FINALLY made the decision to pull her out of the public eye & it was time for him to pay a little visit to her. TK waves off her little ‘’guards’’ and pushes the door open to where she’s at. ‘’i get it, you’re MASSIVELY HOT when you’re angry and all that, but you need to keep yourself calm. i’m here to make sure you don’t do anything else stupid.’’ a hand pushes his dreads out of his eyes, dark orbs narrowing in her direction.

[nataliasantoro]

Natalia’s head with spinning, still trying to process what had just happened. Holy fuck. He’s dead. Her father was really dead. His body thrown on display like someone’s game trophy. Wrapped up in her thoughts, she barely registered the door opening or the figure that stood in front of her. Looking up and blinking, she felt rage flash through her as everything clicked. “They fucking murdered my father. How the fuck am I supposed to act?”

[nataliasantoro]

tkryder​:

‘’you know, if i would’ve known you’d be this happy to see me, i’d disappear a little more often.’‘ the sarcastic quip is an attempt to try and lighten the mood, TK’s eyes looking over the other with some genuine concern. once the beer is placed infront of him, he takes a moment to listen to her words and he isn’t able to help but make a face in disgust. ‘’okay first of all, when should you care what people think? second, you’d be a damn good lookin’ disease i’d be lookin’ forward to catchin’.’‘ a hand reaches out to rest on his cup, like he’s finally going to drink. ‘‘i’m– kiddin’ of course. but honestly, you shouldn’t care. even if EVERYONE is treating you like shit.. i’m still here.’’

“You wouldn’t dare.” As much as Natalia loved keeping her cold exterior, she could not help but let a small smile make its way across her lips at his jokes. “You know me, I’m usually good at blocking people out. But this whole situation... I’d gotten used to just being another face on the island. Almost like I could like a normal life with them...” she trailed off, letting her finger slide around the rim of her glass. He was right, of course. She shouldn’t care. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t. “At least if I still have to be a Santoro, I get to have you around. Which counts for something, right?” she mused, nudging his shoulder playfully as she took a sip of her beer. 

[nataliasantoro]

rcstlcss-nights​:

“Natalia Santoro, yes?” Tony doesn’t miss a beat, stepping up with a kindly, confident smile and a sure sense of self. Of course, he would know these people. It’s a small island, and he has every reason to know the residents— some more than others. Every given opportunity is just that, and he’d be damned if he passed a single instance up. “Anthony Moore. I’m sorry, you’re just something of a local celebrity. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Anthony Moore. The name sounded familiar, but it was taking a moment for it to register. Keeping a polite eye contact, she nodded her confirmation as she continued to think. And then it clicked. Shit. “Nice to meet you, Anthony,” she replied, a carefully practiced smile tugging at her lips. She could hear her father’s voice, ‘Play nice.’ Looking down for a moment, she shook her head slightly, “No, I’m sorry if that came off as rude, I’ve gotten so used to living an anonymous life the past few years. Sometimes I forgot people know me and my family.”

[nataliasantoro]

tkryder​:

for a moment he contemplates his words, lips pursing as he looks up from his phone. ‘i mean, i’m here to buy you a drink so there’s some good news?’’ a brow raises as he shoots the other a look, lips quirking up some. TK motions for the bartenders attention, and once they’re down in his area. ‘’a beer for me, and whatever she wants.’’ his chin goes into his hand as he gazes thoughtfully at the other. ‘’what’s got you twisted?’’

“Oh thank fuck it’s you,” she greeted with an overdramatic sigh, “That is very good news, thank you.” Placing her empty glass on the bar, she shot the bartender the sweetest smile she could muster. “Beer works for me,” she affirmed before turning back to TK. The plan had been to drink alone, but she was now grateful for the company. Someone to either listen to her wallow, or get her drunk enough to loosen up. “Where do you want me to start? All of the people treating me like I’m diseased because of my name?”

[nataliasantoro]

rcstlcss-nights​:

“Don’t even start with me on that bullshit, Natalia. You always had a fucking choice, same as me?” His temper shifts, a glare settling on Natalia as he takes a deep breath. His family had been just as enveloped, still is, and yet.. “There is always a fucking choice. Problem is, you’re too fucking scared.”

A slow exhale follows as he gathers his better senses, or at least tries, hand now rested atop his bagged food. “Then again, you all have always been blindly loyal. Don’t have a single fucking original thought in your fucking heads.”

-

“I was a fucking child when I got pulled in. What’s your excuse?” She knew, of course. Everyone close to her knew the story. “There’s no choice when it comes to my mother’s. You do what you can to protect your own. You of all people should understand that.”

Her blood was boiling, more so than any time since the letter from her father appeared on her door. Hand tightening around the strap of her purse, everything in her resisted the urge to punch the man in front of her, knowing just how bad it would look. “You really never bothered to get to know me. You don’t know a fucking thing about me, aside from what others have fed you. So don’t fucking act like you do.”

[nataliasantoro]

leo 📱 santoro gang

Leo: I need to know who last had eyes on Dominic. Where the fuck is he and why isn't he answering his phone?

Nat: Not me, haven't heard from him all week. Have you swung by the house?

[nataliasantoro]

for @rcstlcss-nights​ (tony)

When she was younger, Natalia always complained about having to run errands for her mother. The petulant streak in her hated having to take time out of her day to do things that took away from her partying or beach time. Now that she was facing thirty, and with everything that happened in the past six years, a simple trip to the pharmacy was a welcome break.

It may have been the paranoia that came from the events of the storm, but Natalia tensed when she felt a pair of eyes on her as she made for the door of the pharmacy. “Can I help you?”

[nataliasantoro]

for @tkryder​

“Tell me you’ve either got good news, or are here to buy me a drink,” Natalia said as a manner of greeting, not bothering to turn her head to look at the person who had dared to sit at the bar next to her. Ever since the storm, she noticed anyone who knew her last name had begun treating her the way they did when she had just turned twenty. Which, in turn, was causing her cold public exterior to slip back into place. “God knows I could use either. Or both, for that matter.” 

[nataliasantoro]

rcstlcss-nights​:

“Medical bills?” He nearly barks out a laugh, instead stifling it to a smile. A solid success, if anyone were to ask him. What more can he really expect, though? Honesty? Integrity? A little fucking humanity? A beat. “Well, I’m sure some people might be saying the same when they get the bill from the funeral home.” At this, his head turns, a dead stare settled on Natalia. “You really going to stand here and complain to me about medical bills? You forget who you’re talking to?”

Without an hesitation, he looks up when his name is called, pulling his take closer and tying the top of the bag. “Real fucking rich, Nat.”

-

“Well, I’m obviously fucking glad to be paying my mother’s medical bills instead of a funeral home bill for her. Real fucking nice, Ian.”

She really needed to work on keeping her cool. Not only for the sake of the Santoro’s, but for the fact that she hated that Ian hated her. That he had been brave enough to stay away when she wasn’t. And that she couldn’t tell him that much. “I know exactly who I’m taking to. We all had prices to pay. Some of us didn’t really have a choice.”

And still don’t for that matter. She wanted to add, but the fear was too much.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Annoyed/Frustrated Sentence Starters

"This is getting ridiculous."

"'Bleh bleh bleh, I'm very important, do what I tell you'. Bitch."

"If you're so good why don't you do it?"

"Stop. Just, fucking stop."

"What did I just tell you?"

"Do you even listen to me?!"

"What the hell did you even do?"

"A monkey could've done a better job."

"Are you done giving me lip?"

"Why." Slam! "Won't." Slam! "You." Slam! "WORK!"

"Hurry up, I'm not getting any younger."

"I gave you one, ONE, job."

"Oh for fucks' sake!"

"Did you even follow the instructions?!"

"I followed the damn instructions!"

"What did you do now?"

"Wonderful. Just great."

"Shall I snap my own neck now or later?"

"You. Are completely useless."

"I can't get it to fucking work!"

"I've tried everything and still!"

"You said you had my back, but as SOON as I have it turned, you've fucked off to who knows where!"

"This? This is shit. Utter nonsense."

"You said you could handle it!"

"I'm THIS close to cutting you loose."

"Why do I even keep you around if you only just disappoint me?"

"A corpse would be better use than you at this rate."

"You said this'd be easy!"

"I told you I couldn't do it!"

😡+ add your own!

[carinaiisms]

tagging @nataliasantoro​

“For all intents and purposes, let’s just pretend that I don’t know jack rabbit about anything that has to do with your hobbies and professions. We are just two beautiful women who really love fineries, and a bit of gossip and plotting revenge. Like any normal gossiping hens.”

[nataliasantoro]

“Aw, like we’re meeting for the first time, all over again. How fun,” she replied, a genuine smile growing on her face for the first time in weeks. “I might have to still pretend on the hobbies portion, though.”

[nataliasantoro]

rcstlcss-nights​:

He’s hungry. Closing up the bar is serious business, particularly on livelier nights. Especially when he lets his staff go home early. Ian knows that someone is waiting at home, likely passed out on the couch or folded over onto the table, face planted on a pile of bills waiting to be paid. It’s why he’s picking up a slice of cheesecake alongside a couple burgers. Rather, he’s waiting for them, sat at the counter. The sound of his name takes a beat too long to register, borderline bleary eyes coming to find a familiar face. If that isn’t enough to wake him the fuck up..

“Not long enough.” It comes out before he can stop it. He can feel himself tensing, every muscle preparing itself for a fight. Ian knows all too well the track record he has with this particular family. “You all have been busy, huh?”

His response stung a bit, though she knew better than to expect any less. Her last name alone put people on edge, especially those who had chosen to stay away this time around. They had to know what was coming for them. They just didn’t know when. 

There was a time that Natalia would have been happy to see Ian. Flashes of a younger self, tagging along, asking the watch so she could one day emulate. Eager to be a part of everything, to make her father proud. She was almost sad that that girl was now long gone. 

Of course he fucking knew. 

Anyone who spent time in Wickway all those years ago knew. It as proving it she hoped would prove a bit more difficult. “Well, medical bills won’t pay themselves. Gotta take all the shifts I can get if we hope to even make a dent in them.”

[nataliasantoro]

criminaliis​:

“Not quite, that’s for sure”, she expressed with a bittersweet little chuckle, “the day I arrived the ocean and the sun arrived, I hadn’t seen such a clean sky since I was a dumb baby”, Leona added, “but now it is only black skies and storms”. The woman admired the church and all the inhabitants inside it. “Is it always like this? Is the church always the spot folks use as shelter?    Is God really gonna save us all?”

“Some people call Wickway a hidden paradise. My mom used to say the storms were a higher power’s way of reminding us there’s no such thing as perfection,” Natalia mused as she looked around the room, trying to pinpoint the familiar faces she wanted to be seen by. Shrugging slightly, she looked back at the blonde woman, “As long as I can remember. Now, I’m the farthest from religious, but it hasn’t failed us...” Yet. The omitted word hung in the air as she trailed off.

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