so what?

dylan cook | thirty | wolves

[ohdylancook]

fl0rence‌:

manicured brows knit behind her messy fringe. “okay.” she nods. flo doesn’t really believe her, but she wasn’t one to be nosy. even if it seemed like it. she took a drag off her cigarette. she hated smoking, but it gave her something to do with her hands when she was feeling particularly anxious. it was a distraction. “you sure you don’t want a smoke?” flo’s head cocks to the side. “i could walk with you? you know, strength in numbers and all.”

She was unsure about the woman’s intentions, though she managed to keep that to herself. Her head shook from side to side in response, lips still curled into a smile to reassure her. “Not a lick, sorry. But really thanks for the offer.” Dylan places her hands on her hips casually, trying to play like she didn’t just give a WWE smackdown in there. “Uh..” She glances around, and for the life of her can’t think of a reason to get out of it. “Yeah, sure.”

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fl0rence‌:

flo could hear her mother’s voice in the back of her head, “never walk alone at night. never go down alleyways. always carry protection.” she knew she was diving in to murky waters. in a place like charming, you always had to look over your shoulder. yet, it wasn’t stopping flo from taking a shortcut down a dark back alley to get home. pulling out a cigarette, she hoped it feigned courage. maybe if she looked scary no one would bother her. struggling with the lighter, she cursed under her breath. the pad of her thumb struggled to flick on the lighter. flo stopped in her tracks when she noticed a silhouette of another person. her heart sped up; she could hear the rapid beating in her ears. clearing her throat, she approached the other, extending out the pack. “want a smoke?” her brows raised. she noticed the blood smeared at her lip. “oh my, honey… you need some help with that?” sincerity was laced in between her southern drawl. a single digit moves to touch her own lip as if she was bleeding too.

There was her own innocent presence that she had to uphold, even if she wasn’t exactly in the mood for it at the moment. What was it recently with people trying to help and stick their neck out for someone they didn’t even know? She couldn’t understand it in the slightest. But she would continue to play the good girl if it meant people didn’t catch on to what she did behind the scenes. Dylan shook her head, running her fingers through her hair with a small smile. “I’m fine, really. It’s nothing.”

[ohdylancook]

dcmcook‌:

LOCATION  —  Main Street Disco, day 2

WITH  —  dylan cook.

@ohdylancook​

Dominic had always tried to be a supportive brother, but the fact that his sister had chosen to become a stripper at Mayhem Maidens was a decision he constantly struggled with. The fact that he couldn’t hit the strip club with friends, without checking if his sister was working first, didn’t make it any easier. During this Foundation Day, the girls of Mayhem Maidens had been asked to perform a dance number, and due to the girls being dressed because they were outside the club, Dominic could be there to support his sister for once. When the music cut and the girls stepped off the stage, Dom clapped his hands and wrapped his arms around Dylan in a hug, “That was great, sis. Now  —  Let’s get hammered!”

“Hey! Wow, you actually showed. I was afraid you’d try to disappear even with my clothes on.” Dylan joked with a hard punch to his arm before embracing the hug. Physical touch was just a weird thing in general for her when it was sincere, though when it came to Dom that was an easier thing to endure. He was just about the only person she could do that with, even after being apart for as long as they were. The brunette grinned, pulling back as her nose wrinkled with enthusiasm. “God, please. Strong or I don’t want it.” She let out a hearty laugh.

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gracexgreene‌:

Grace had found herself pretty much lost in the still new town. As she walked down the street she spotted the Mayhem Maidens that she remembered Dahlia mentioning. She knew what it was and it wasn’t her kind of place but maybe she knew someone in there to get directions. But as she passed the alleyway next to the building she saw a woman against the wall and noticed a bloody lip. “Hey…” She said as she approached the woman cautiously. “Are you okay?” Grace was all too familiar with bloody lips, bruised eyes, and just about everything else that came from her husband. 

Dylan put on an easy smile, a simple action for her in its own. God it was exhausting, but she’d been doing it enough years for a smile to be a second home for her--or second nature. Anyone could see she wasn’t exactly leaving a prime establishment, but that didn’t stop her from acting like she was still just a small town girl with a heart of gold. “Yeah, definitely. Crazy nights.” She smiled sweetly at the other, leaning away from the wall. “You seem a little far from home this time of night.” She tilted her head slightly to one side at her.

[ohdylancook]

azulevangelista‌:

Azul didn’t turn people away–it wasn’t in her nature.  She wouldn’t deny someone solace simply because of the job they chose to keep or what they did to provide for their children.  Which is exactly how she found herself at the back entrance of the Mayhem Maidens, dropping off one of her clients for a shift.  She just didn’t feel right not only letting her make the trip alone, but also walking the dark alley that led to the back door alone.  Only seconds after she’d turned away from the door to walk away, it slammed again, causing the brunette to whip around.  “God damn..” Azul breathed out, taking a few poised steps toward the girl who had descended.  “You look like you need a drink.”  She noted with a cocked eyebrow.

“That’s not unusual.” A joking smile played on her lips as she glanced around, eyes falling back on the other with a bit of curiosity. She recognized a lot of the Disciples, and she was fairly certain this woman wasn’t one. Her lips pressed together into a thin line for a moment, assessing everything before leaning away from the wall. “You sound like you’re treating.” She raised a brow, trying to play like everything was normal all over again as she wiped the blood from her lower lip.

[ohdylancook]

In her line of work, naturally people have a habit of being unable to keep their hands to themselves--and this evening wasn’t any different. What was different however was the little fight in her that usually was kept at bay, rising to the surface. Of course her little fumble ended with a bloody lip and the rest of the night off--but she was determined to get back at the male at some point on her own time. Dylan slammed the backdoor of the Mayhem Maidens place with agitation, leaning against the wall for a moment as her head fell back against the cold stone. The brunette easily picks up the faint footsteps approaching, her hard demeanor quickly changing to the mask she’s so used to putting up just in case whoever it is decides to comment or stop. @charmingstarter​

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granteverett‌:

@charmingstarter​

Grant has had his share of long days, and somehow, they always seemed to be on Tuesdays. The clock struck 6:00pm and he realized he had been at the police station for the past twelve hours. He was used to long days, but the MC had been getting themselves into a big amount of undeniable trouble and Grant didn’t know who he could trust in his group. Dirty cops seemed to be flooding Charming PD because every time they got close to apprehending the Devil’s Disciples, they were one step ahead. 

Before making his way to the liquor store, Grant changed into some grey joggers and a black t-shirt. People usually noticed him out and about, there was no stopping that, but he tried to appear as civilian as possible. The sheriff hopped on his bike, which he will tell any townsperson he had before he moved to Charming, and made his way to his vice. Once he was in the parking lot, Grant saw a passerby. “ Hey , how are ya ?” He couldn’t help but be friendly to every townsperson. 

“God fucking damnit.” Dylan groaned as she adjusted her dress--glitz, glittered and coming home from a late shift. The last thing she’d wanted to check off her docket was meeting with someone for a quick sale, but of course things were never so simple. The thought of falling into bed was becoming more and more delicious the longer she was out. The only problem was that her buyer was running late, and altogether had a conscience enough to back out just has she’d arrived to the spot. Aqua hues lingered on her vehicle for a moment before a voice caught her attention and had her head turning to them. She readjusted once she realized who it was, flashing an innocent smile. “Just great, yourself?”

[charmingrp]

Name: Dylan Cook

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Thirty

Face Claim: Alexandra Daddadrio

Occupation: Wicked Wolves drug dealer/mayhem maidens stripper

Length of stay in Charming: Twenty-three years

+ witty, adaptable, adventurous - stubborn, cryptic, reckless

How do you feel about Charming?

“Too cliche to say charming?” A hearty laugh escapes her lips, eyes drifting elsewhere for the moment before they’re falling back to their question. “It’s..cozy, I suppose. What else is there to love when you’ve only seen one town your whole life, y'know?” Thoughts pace back and forth before a smile fits perfectly on cherry stained lips. “But it’s home, despite everything.”

How do you feel about the Devil’s Disciples and the Wicked Wolves?

“God this whole thing is such a waste of time, don’t you think? Look,” she pauses a moment to readjust and look them good in the eye. “Trying to take on an entire group that’s monopolized and has been running the game–it’s so stupid. We run this town with all of its bells and whistles and what did they do before that? Run it into the goddamn ground.” There’s a strand of hair she’s quick to blow from her eyes before she’s speaking again. “Where the hell were they when I needed a home huh? Nowhere. So you’ll excuse me when I say we have things better off than the Devil’s Disciples–also what kind of cracked out name is that?” Her chuckle is hostile.

What’s the most important thing to you?

“Family.” Her answer is simple, because it’s all she’s ever known. “I was sixteen when the Wolves took me in..fucking sixteen. No one in their right mind would’ve taken someone like me in and they did it without any doubt. They may not have been blood but they’re the only people i’ll ever call my family, and fuck the rest. Someone coming along to see all the good and promise in you and loving you despite where you come from..that’s family.” She smiles, stifling a laugh. “The funny thing about family is that they’re not too keen on their ‘little sis’ being a stripper, but oh so funny.”

What are you most scared of?

“Sitting through the rest of this interview, God could you have picked anymore cliche questions?” Again, that hearty laugh returns with a shake of her head. “But sure, i’ll bite.” One slender leg crosses over the other with distinction before answering. “If I had to choose..I think losing what I have right now. Losing my brother..any of my family with the Wolves. You don’t just come back from that, you can’t.”

Do you have any plans for your future?

“I used to but..I mean this is what I do now, my livelihood, you know?” Sky hues are in search of something elsewhere at the moment, silence between the two. “I mean i’m only really working at the Maidens to get some space from working with my brother at Rendezvous, if you see someone all the time you might wanna kill ‘em.” She smiles an easy smile before looking back. “So for now I’m there but..beyond that, your guess is as good as mine.”

If you could have a million dollars right now, what would you do with it?

“I..might just actually see somethin’ else in the world for once. This would always be my home but I can’t help but wanna travel too and see how the world spits me back out.” There’s almost a childlike voice as she speaks, like she’s thought about this once upon a time and had to quickly bury those thoughts. “Greece..I’d go to Greece.” She simplifies her answer, exhaling slowly before her lashes cast downward. “Take what you can..give nothing back.”

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kaiabalder‌:

Stepping back from the pool table she winked at the woman who walked away from her to grab another bottle. Holding her hand out she waited for the man to give her the rest of the money she won from him in a match. “Thank you.” She pocketed the money before turning to the crowd of the bar, “Who’s next? Don’t leave me hanging.” When the woman came back with the bottle she kissed her cheek. @charmingstarter​

Dylan was an onlooker in the whole event, a drink paired in her hand and her body leaned up against a nearby wall. She’d come to know who was who fairly quickly, who she didn’t have the patience for as well. “What a boring way to make money, but that makes sense for you.”

[protectserve]

location : charming police station, rick’s office. / open to : everyone. / @charmingstarter​

he’s been staring at the desktop computer screen for fifteen minutes now, re-reading the same email over and over again without actually retaining any information. desk work is never a cop’s favorite part of the job (if they ever really have any), but the captain’s position is mainly responding to emails and reading over reports from his officers. rick knew his promotion would be even more administrative than his previous rank of lieutenant, and he has to face it, he is much older than he used to be, but he sometimes misses the action of being a detective, or even a street cop. of course, things are never exactly quiet at the charming police department, there’s plenty to keep him entertained and involved, but there’s equally enough time for him to stare into a computer screen for hours. 

in his downtime, when he’s not thinking of his daughter and their strained but slowly mending relationship, he’s thinking of just how out of sorts this town is. it’ll never be the peaceful little small desert town it was at the start, but it’s better now than it was when he first came to the department, it’s just that that isn’t enough. it seems dramatic, but charming is a rotting corpse and rick will never be able to revive it. just when he’s about to call it quits—for the day, at least—there’s the sound of someone approaching his open office door. looking away from the computer finally, he quickly quips, “well i’m assuming you’re not making my doordash delivery.” rubbing his hand tiredly against his forehead, he invites them into his office, “come on in.”

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There was no real business to be done around town unless she made good with the cops, leaving less for them to wonder about her real antics after all. It was hard to look a pretty face and bright smile as anything but innocent, at least that’s what Dylan was going for in these little visits. Sure, some knew her from the Maidens, but she did well to maintain that that was all she was. These meetings were well calculated, sky hues glancing around before finally making an appearance in front of the male with her usual easy smile. “Unfortunately, no. They don’t pay me for that.” She joked lightheartedly, moving to sit down across from him.