Acacia Marks

Stay low, go fast Kill first, die last One shot, one kill No luck, all skill

[redqueen-mercenary]

Dance Dance || Acacia & Open

“Give me a shot of tequila,” Acacia said to the bartender, her hand tapping on the bar top. She smiling winningly at the stunning creature that passed the drink and before she knocked it back and called for another. She was tired of being in this town, tired of this mission. It was boring, dull and uneventful. Even the missing person's cases that people whispered about were silly. A bookstore owner and a news reporter? Yawn. Why couldn’t someone more interesting vanish? 

Two. Three. Four. Her drinks went back. Down the gullet and the glass hit the bar top. “Thanks, sweet cheeks,” she said as the fifth shot hit the bar and the sixth was queued up, waiting for her. She tapped a finger on the bar top, her eyes scanning the bar around her. The Jukebox in the corner glowed happily, a static humming coming from it after the last song had ended. She smiled and kicked back that sixth drink before she strode over to the music and selected something. She didn’t even care what it was, so long as it had a beat and she could dance, that was what she wanted to do. 

She reached for the person beside her, her 6′3 height less of a thought to her after six shots. “Dance with me,” she asked sweetly. “I’m bored and you look like you know how to treat a girl.” And if they didn’t, there as was Glock pressed to the inside of her thigh that would take care of that issue.  

[redqueen-mercenary]

Unwanted || Acacia & Eli

Perfectly manicured nails clicking on the counter of the post office, Eli had a frown on her lips as she waited for the package that just couldn’t be delivered to her home. Without even seeing it, she knew who it was from. Her estranged husband, as divorce was not an option, had survived the latest attempt, sadly. “Miss Paxton? Can I get you to sign here?” the lady asked as a full-on scowl form on her face. “It’s Mrs.” She bit out, jerking the pen out of the woman’s hand and signing the paper.

Taking possession of the little box, the woman bit back a grown at the size of it So it hadn’t even been close. Eli was really losing her touch when it came to the hired help she sent after her beloved husband. The click-clack of her stilettos echoed around the room as she pushed her way outside. Opening it to see a diamond tennis bracelet nestled in black velvet, Gabrielle rolled her eyes before stopping in front of the nearest person. “Take this. Pawn it. Give it to someone. I don’t care, I just don’t want it.”

Long legs strode across the pavement of the sidewalk, their owner’s eyes wandering around the little shops in the hopes of finding something worth her time. The town was fucking useless and boring. The people in it were dull as dishwater and she couldn’t even shoot anything. Ash was MIA, Nico was being... Nico. Maria was busy bothering Roman, who was NO FUCKING FUN. Gia was tormenting Axel (which in Acacia’s opinion was the only fun thing to do). She was bored. Acacia bored was a bad thing. She hated this thing. 

On her way past one of the buildings, Acacia was accosted, a small box thrust into her hand. “Sorry?” She asked as she looked down at the box. It was a jewelry box, though from where she didn’t know. Nimble fings flipped it open to reveal a very beautiful and expensive looking bracelet. “Typically, I gotta take a gal on a few dates before she gives me something this nice and while its clearly my color -diamond, I haven’t got the faintest idea where to hock something like that in this town. Unless,” Acacia pulled the bracelet out of the box, spinning it around her finger. “It’s a down payment for some wet work.” Oh, how she wanted a job in this place. She doubted anyone would hire her. She wasn’t broadcasting who and what she was. 

She made to hand it back to the woman, an apology on her lips. “Killer heels, though,” she said glancing down at the woman. “Did you get them in this town because I’m in serious need of shopping spree and there is fuck all for fashion in this place.” 

@vindictiverielle

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Mint Choc Chip | Acacia & Marina

[redqueen-mercenary]

marinacamarillo:

“You’re definitely the Red Queen, dollface.” Marina added with a light chuckle. Even though she said it, Killer Queen was a little on the nose, and when codenames were born from someone’s actions, they tended to stick for life. Marina remembered that day she’d earned it, it hadn’t been a good day. 

Her nose wrinkled when Acacia pointed out the boutique on the corner, “There, are you serious?” Marina asked her as she hopped down from the wall to throw away the rest of her ice cream pot and spoon, “That’s like, fancy clothes. I don’t need fancy jeans, I just need… Fuck it where’s a hiking store I’ll just get some hiking pants.” They’d do the same job, not look as nicely fitting as her jeans did but it was at least a little more in line with her work. She started to look around the rest of the street, but in this particular area didn’t seem to have what she was looking for, “Ugh. This place better not be too expensive.” Marina always begrudged the idea of paying extortionate amounts for clothes that more often than not got ruined. The leather jacket she wore was probably the longest surviving item of clothing she actually owned.

Acacia shrugged at Marina’s distaste. What did she care? Not everyone had a fashion sense. Like Marina, some peoples taste was all in their mouth. “I don’t really see anything else,” she said scanning the area. “You said you wanted to stick close in case Gia needed us... This is close.” It was about as close as they could get but if Marina wanted to go elsewhere, Acacia would come back to the little boutique. 

“Right, Acacia scoffed, “like you can’t afford the place... Oh, it says Cloakroom, that makes so much more sense.” She’d been trying to figure out what a clock had to do with clothing but she’d just read the sign wrong. “Don’t be such a baby,” she said stepping up to the door and holding it open for her friend, “Show off those sexy curves, you might just get lucky. This town is full of good-looking people perhaps one will catch your eye.” 

Currently, the hotties in town was the only thing it had going for it. She was itching to dig her claws into a few of them if she was being honest. 

[redqueen-mercenary]

Bang Bang || Acacia & Gia

[redqueen-mercenary]

giannadeluca:

Frankly, Gianna found the little town she was currently inhabiting boring. She missed the hustle and bustle of Detroit. Don’t get her wrong, she loved that she was able to travel as part of her job with Citrine, it brought her to some truly amazing places, and she enjoyed that. But sometimes it brought her, and her entire crew to a middle of no where town, and when that happened- Gianna got bored. 

Once the dossier on the Vaughn boy had been completed, and she had met with Marina about it, Gianna found herself with a completely open book. Nothing was worse than waiting on someone, and frankly, Axel Levine was not a man worth waiting for. He was taking his damn time, and Gianna was about done with waiting. Her temper and impatience could often be seen as a downfall, but Gianna was smart enough to not let it get the best of her. Hell, she waited three decades for her father in law, and then husband, to die- all so she could take their places at the head of the De Luca crime syndicate. 

Gianna stepped into the room, only planning on passing through- but had been stopped by the sight of Acacia on the floor with a spread of hardware in front of her. The sight was lovely, Acacia was someone who understood the beauty of guns as much as Gianna did. Having her along on this little trip was nice. “Acacia.” Gianna said as she stepped closer, her arms crossing over her torso as she looked down. “Planning anything fun tonight?” She asked with a light chuckle. 

Acacia scoffed. “Sadly, nothing that these get to partake in.” She was itching to shoot. So much so that she was truly considering taking her hardware into the woods and doing a little old fashioned target practice, but for the night, she didn’t have any plans. Though, now that she was thinking about it... 

“They have a few bars in this place,” she said glancing up at Gia before going back to cleaning the chambers of the Glock that she held in her hand. “And I will admit, there are some decently looking creatures around here. perhaps I’ll find one and have a little fun of a different kind.” Acacia didn’t specify species or gender because truthfully, she didn’t care. Pretty was pretty. Sex was sex. She could certainly use a release of that nature if she was being honest. Something about this town had the typically friendly wolf wound tighter than a drum. 

“How about you, you find anything fun to do in this place?” Marina had things to do, but Acacia was still sitting on the sidelines and she was getting annoyed with it. She was here to do a job, she wanted to do the job. 

[redqueen-mercenary]

Have you bumped into anyone note worthy in town yet?

Not yet... are there people in this place that are actually noteworthy? 

[redqueen-mercenary]

If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?

Being in this fucking town. 

[redqueen-mercenary]

Those long legs do anything beside walking?

They’re really good at crushing wind wipes and snapping necks. Wanna see?

[redqueen-mercenary]

What're your initial thoughts on Spiritvale?

Are you serious? This place is dull as fuck. Get me out of this place, please!

[marinacamarillo-blog]

Mint Choc Chip | Acacia & Marina

[redqueen-mercenary]

marinacamarillo:

Marina pulled a face at her, “Forgive me for preventing another mass murder. I know you’ll, you’ll start with one and go for anyone else who looks at you funny.” She quipped in retort, and she’d seen the news before coming to town, hell since they’d even been here; shit was going down in this supposedly sleepy tourist town. Marina had been there to witness the initial meeting between Gia and Axel, but she had been masked up and in the back of the van, helping unload the crates. She didn’t get to hear everything she wanted, but she knew the bastet was on the back foot. 

She blew out her cheeks thoughtfully, “A couple weeks at best? I mean. Ax ain’t gonna be able to refuse the gift, and then Gia’s gonna start pressuring to enter a deal. Once she’s got that secured we’re outta here.” But she agreed with Acacia, being here was overkill, but Marina also expected that had been done intentionally. A distinct show of force in trying times sent a very particular kind of message; and from the look she’d seen on the lion’s face, a message that was received loud and clear. Marina flicked off a chocolate chip from her jeans, sucking off the melted chocolate from her thumb after as she glanced back her way, “It’d liven things up a little that’s for sure.” Marina knew that Acacia still hurt over losing Oscar, but that was the kind of life they led, any of them could go out at any moment.

Acacia’s height was something she was long used to by now, Marina was a pipsqueak by contrast in standing next to her, but it didn’t bother her one bit as she huffed in amusement, “Alright killer queen, you’re the fashionista, put that nose to good use and start sniffin’ us out a good spot to start.”

Acacia huffed at the truth of the statement but she didn’t argue. It was true, she could hardly deny that. There was just something so fun about pulling the trigger on a something so innocent and innocuous only to have it be able to take a person’s life without thought. There was something so poetic about the unassuming bit of metal cradled in the hand of the holder that could snuff out the life of a giant. Oh, how Acacia loved the power it held in its chambers. “This place could use a little spark,” she said simply. In the hands of anyone, a gun was dangerous. In the hands of Acacia, an expert marksman, it was beyond lethal. 

“That’s too long,” she said, eyes scanning over the tops of the people that walked by. In the heels she wore, even the men were shorter than her. She had no trouble looking over them. She scanned the little shops on the street and considered a few of them, but none of them met her needs. She clicked her tongue and the little nickname. “Killer Queen, I like that. Almost as much as Red Queen.” The handle had been given to her after Oscar’s death for her ability to extract revenge on the people that had killed him. It had been a particularly bloody show. Eight pints of blood times five people... Oh yes, the color red was all anyone saw when she was done. Her clothing had been ruined. Lady War had been laid to rest and the Red Queen had risen. 

She spotted a shop on the corner that looked promising and cocked her head in the direction. “Clock Room,” she said when she caught the name. “Let’s start there.” High-end fashion was Acacia’s area, not Marina’s but she only needed a pair of pants. That shouldn’t be too difficult to find... she hoped. 

[redqueen-mercenary]

Bang Bang || Acacia & Gia

Acacia sat on the floor of the mansion they had rented for their little visit, a pair of Glocks and a semi auto disassembled on the floor around her. Her legs were stretched in from of her in a rather unladylike fashion given the choice of pencil skirt she wore. The spiked heels had been kicked off and the room smelled like polish and cleaning solution. She was bored. She was always bored! So she was cleaning her guns, keeping them well oiled meant they would be easier to use when the time came. Gods how she hoped the time would come. 

The door opened and Acacia looked up from the barrel she was cleaning, the rag held carefully in her hand so as not to get the polish on her beautiful black top. She’d picked it up at a local store in town, the Closet Room... or Cloak Room? Something like that. She hadn’t been paying attention to the name so much as the clothing. Marina had made a mess of herself and had to get changed into something decent. Acacia had found the little shop during their impromptu shopping trip.

“Hey boss lady,” Acacia said with a grin when she spotted Gia. “How’s shit?” She hadn’t really had a chance to get a true understanding of her mission because she’d come late to this little party, but she was bored beyond belief and itching for work. When Acacia was bored, people tended to get hurt. 

@giannadeluca

[redqueen-mercenary]

💔

💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart

Oscar King. He’s dead and gone. It hardly matters anymore. 

[redqueen-mercenary]

😒

😒 …someone my muse hates

HA! This is a trick question right? I think the real question is who don’t I hate. This place is boring. 

[thelostie]

[marinacamarillo-blog]

Mint Choc Chip | Acacia & Marina

[redqueen-mercenary]

marinacamarillo:

Her gaze snapped to Acacia, “Jesus Cia no! Put that fuckin’ thing away before someone sees you.” She implored as she flicked off a larger  fleck of ice cream from her pants, “It was my fault, shoulda been payin’ attention. It was just a kid anyway.” Marina huffed licking her fingers of the excess ice cream before setting the pot on the wall and sighing as she tried to gently wipe away the mess, “It’s not like he slapped it outta my hand or anything. I just got a bad case of butter fingers today.” 

Marina grumbled, now she was just going to be sticky for the rest of the damn day. That was just going to be uncomfortable… At least she’d stink like mint choc chip but that was besides the point. It was also a matter of professionalism, she hardly expected Gianna to be kind when she sees one of the mercs sent with her had goddamn ice cream down her, “We need to either find me somethin’ to clean this shit with or just a new pair of pants.” Marina decided with a hint of annoyance in her tone. She turned back to Acacia, “Eat up buttercup, we get to maybe go shopping.” So long as they stuck to this general area they’d be fine, although Marina highly highly doubted that Gia even needed protection in the middle of town; especially not given the cat’s own skill set, “Might even bump into two of your favourite people. You never know.”

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Acacia snapped the holster closed and took her hand off the handle to her gun and pouted. “Liar. You don’t have butter fingers or I’d have taken your guns decades ago. You’re just a buzz kill,” she said with a sigh. She hated this dull ass town. There was nothing to do. They were glorified bodyguards for a woman that didn’t fucking need them. Gia could take care of herself. She didn’t need the firepower of Marina or Acacia. What a fucking waste.  Acacia had shown up late to the party too because she’d had a solo mission and missed the fun between Gia and Axel. Gods damn this place had been conspiring against her from the get-go. 

“How long we gotta be here, you think?” She was bored and Acacia bored was never a good thing. Axel was going to give the okay or he wasn’t. The question really wasn’t what his answer would be, it was when he would make the choice. That was when the fun would start. Or it was when they could leave. Either way, that was Acacia’s count down. 

She stopped mid lick of her frozen sweet treat and a grin spread across her lips. “Oh I hope so,” she said excitedly. “I’m dying to surprise them.” She hadn’t seen Ash or Nico in decades. Not since the funeral, which was not a moment in history Acacia liked to think about. Even now, forty some years later, it still fucking hurt. 

Thick heels hit the ground and she stood, her height not going unnoticed by those around her, and tossed the cone into the trash. “Best get you a new outfit, you’re outta uniform.” Not that she was in uniform, but still. Ice cream on your clothing was unprofessional. Plus, Acacia never passed up the opportunity to shop. 

[redqueen-mercenary]

Running Thin || Acacia & Zeph

It was right there, on the sign, written in bright text, not to mention splattered across the drive big enough to take up the whole thing. Keep Clear. That’s all they asked. The sound of the fire house siren wailed throughout the building behind him as he surveyed the car parkedright in front of the drive of the fire department. He was going to wring someones neck, that much was certain. Waving to the member of his unit driving the truck to go around – ruinwhatever garden bed there was in order to simply get the truck out onto the road, the smell of smoke far beyond reaching the sky limits reached his senses and for a moment he wished that he was going out with the deployed unit rather than being here — now dealing with the ignorance of whatever idiot thought this would be a great place to park.

“It’s like we’re asking too much.” He noted out loud, and mostly to himself. It seemed like each and every day something happened that forced Zeph to lose a little more faith in the human race – or anyone in particular. Scuffing his boot across the ground with mild annoyance, he dug his phone out of his pocket with the full intention of calling a tow truck. Like he gave much of a shit whether it cost them to park here in the long run, the last thing he needed was to deal with ignorance and blatant disregard for his firehouse and their responsibility. The sign was there for a reason. Phone pressed to his ear, Zeph turned his attention to the street, wondering if the owner were anywhere nearby before he caught sight of someone approaching.

“Don’t tell me this is yours.” He gestured largely with a nod towards the car, an assumption maybe, or as much of one as his tone could hold while waiting for the dial tone to kick in. “You’re about to have a fucking unlucky day if it is.”

Acacia had stopped on the side of the street to take a call, but the reception had been terrible and she had to get out. Being new to the town, she wasn’t aware of any wrong doing, nor did she actually care if she had done something wrong. She’d had to walk a good half mile, well out of view of the tiny car she was renting before she could get the signal. The call had dropped and she’d had to call Gia back. She’d arrived after the rest of the crew, having been on a different assignment. 

She’s called her boss to let her know she was there and find out the rendezvous point, but the town had crap service and her heels were not suited for the walk. Not this pair, anyway. She had working heels and none working heels. Her four-inch stilettos were not the ones she worked it, but the made her calfs look amazing and she towered over others with a simple kitten heel, this made her a giant. 

She’d hung up once the siren to the fire truck sounded, telling Gia she’d call her back when the fucking town wasn’t conspiring against her and headed back to her car. What she found made her raise her eyebrow. The crank in front of her snarled a threat and she grinned dangerously. “Is that right?” She asked. She slid her phone into her jacket and dusted off a little dirt from the simple pink pencil dress she wore. “How’s that?” She challenged. 

@zeph-kattalakis

[redqueen-mercenary]

Mint Choc Chip || Marian & Acacia

They’d been here a short while now, waiting for the big bad lion to decide what he wanted to do with the very generous gift that Citrine had given to him. He was fucking around, he didn’t want them, but they all knew the consequences if he didn’t accept them. The leopard bastet was mighty good at that, backing people into corners. Marina didn’t play politics with cats however. She’d leave that to her boss, the lovely Gianna, Marina was just here to make sure the precious pride member was left unscathed should things go wrong. She didn’t expect them to go wrong, however, she expected that things would go swimmingly in the end. It was one of those boring henchmen kind of days. Gia was doing her thing elsewhere and Marina was lingering in the nearby vicinity to keep an eye on things. She wore black everything; jeans, boots, top and a leather jacket that hid the piece tucked under her arm. She was perched on a brick wall, foot just grazing the floor with the other tucked up under her. In her hands was perhaps not what a woman that looked like her was expected to have, especially not when working; a small pot of mint choc chip ice cream, complete tiny plastic spoon. Spiritvale was known for its sweets and it was a warm day, so why the fuck not? A few mouthfuls in however, a kid on a bike rode by the wall far too close and startled her out of her blissful ice cream trance, making her jump and drop the pot right into her lap, “Argh motherfucker!” She hissed as she jumped off the wall, the green ice cream all over her jeans. She scowled, looking around to see if there was anything she could grab to clean this shit off.  

This place was boring. Acacia honestly was not impressed with Spiritvale. It was dull and uninteresting. Supernaturals roamed the streets like everyday mortals and rubbed elbows with tourists. She found the whole tourist idea tasteless and pointless, but she was on the job and was stuck, so what the fuck ever. She was going to make the best of it. 

Watching Axel drag his feet gave her the hope that this would all go south and then the fun would really start. She knew, logically, that that was a bad thing, but it sounded so damn fun! She couldn’t help it. There were just so many more enjoyable aspects to the wet work of her job. From the feel of the metal in her hand to the kick back of both the gun and the victim’s head... She loved it all. 

She sat on the wall beside her friend, licking her own strawberry ice cream cone and looking the exact opposite of her friend, save for the color. The black pencil dress fell mid-thigh and the leather jacket she wore covered the Glock she always had on her. She’d left the rifle at the hotel. Something about scaring people or something. Acacia had rolled her eyes but relented. Her outfit was finished off with a pair of four-inch chunky heels, putting her at 6′3 and taller than many, and a smokey eye. Dressed to kill was a term Acacia took literally. 

Acacia slid her hand into her jacket and unclipped the buckle to release the gun. “I could get him from here,” She said looking over at Marina, a wicked gleam dancing in her eyes. “Blow his tire out, watch him wipe out.” Her hand wrapped around the handle, making to pull it out. Acacia was trigger happy. She needed to shoot things.

@marinacamarillo

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