Seran Brenek

Seran Mikael Brenek 50 Years Old Vice President. '' I'm a man of my word, fuck with me and I'll snap your neck like a brittle twig beneath my boots.''

[seranbrenek]

lakewoodxkeegs‌:

keegan could feel someone making their way towards her, though she didn’t turn her head till she heard the familiar voice. she couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips as she turned towards him. somehow, even with the mask, she recognized him. “hey stranger,” she greeted. “well you know. heels can be a weapon so i’m not completely out of character,” she chuckled. she wasn’t sure if it was because he’d helped her when she was incredibly vulnerable or what but she was fond of him. “though i’m regretting putting on the dress. i’m not really a fancy dress kinda gal. the night is still young, you know. party isn’t over till the red head starts throwing punches,” she laughed. 

The fondness for the red head only grew as time went on; he wished he could put his finger on it but he never could. Offering a cheeky smile with a head shake he leaned closer to her, eyes set forward on the room as he watched over the bodies which crashed together in time to the music in the background. 

‘’Well don’t say that too soon, that dress really does you justice.’’ Seran offered with a kink of his brow; he wasn’t being a sleaze with this one. He wasn’t sure why but he felt the need since that night to protect her --- there was very little people that he was that way inclined towards but she happened to be one of them. 

‘‘If you’re gonna’ start fights, give me a heads up. I’ll have to be your bodyguard and I would at least like to make sure you’re some what protected should you start swingin’ .’‘ 

[seranbrenek]

rinaldinferno‌:

It felt weird walking into the masquerade in a suit. Sure he grew up wearing one, but in the military he wore his uniform 24/7. Even at fancy parties though he would be in his dress blues. Straightening his bow tie Dante walked forth. His eyes were focused on the sea of people. All of them wearing masks to conceal their faces. 

Taking a drink off a tray that were passing by him, “This mask idea is honestly stupid.” he threw his opinion out there to himself. Unbeknownst to him someone was listening in. 

Seran had ripped the awful plastic material from his face within moments of stepping into the place; not even a mask could disguise the devil when he entered a room. It was hearing the similar thoughts that drew his attention as a small smirk tugs away. Giving a nod and a small gesture of cheers he couldn’t help the chuckle ‘’You and me both, brother.’’ He had yet to see to whom he was talking too but at this point he wasn’t that bothered. Alcohol coursed rapidly through his veins for fear of seeing his ex wife milling around the room. 

How long could he avoid her for? Would there be a world record erected in his place? The only thing getting erect any time soon was his dick when he found someone to take away from this god awful party.

‘‘Why even bother coming? Not a dig--- I keep asking myself the same god damn question every other minute or so.’‘

[seranbrenek]

silent-cleaner‌:

Believe it or not, the mortician took great pride on the clothes she was wearing. When she recieved the invitation, she thought it was a joke or something like that because she wasn’t known for her social skills unless you were a corpse, but cleaner or not, she was a woman first and if she had a chance to charm people she was going to take it. Lorelei wasn’t vain but, come on. Every girl wants to be the belle of the night. The atmosphere was enchanting and she gave credit to the Mayor when she saw all the couples, the food, the music and the candles, giving a mysterious touch to the place. She looked around and took a cherry that was inside a bowl with cream. Walking to a corner, she stood there to watch the couples dance until she felt a presence and turned around. “I know, I look great,” Lorelei smiled at the person who stood in front of her. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

The words cut through; her voice always did as he sighs to himself. He hadn’t seen her since the night he’d invited her too his bed. In all honesty he’d been hoping to avoid her for as long as possible, but even he knew that to be wishful thinking as he lets his eyes glide over firstly taking in her appearance before landing on her face. Seran Brenek was a smug man and that was never going to change as he playfully rolls his eyes, a smirk sliding across his features. ‘’Well my my, aren’t we big headed this evening.’’ Seran suggests with a small shrug.

‘‘You do look rather ravashing darling; carful or that dress might just end up on my bedroom floor.’‘ He states raising his glass in her direction before taking a pro-longed sip, bringing the glass down just as slowly. ‘‘Oh, do I now?’‘ He asks with a curious tone. 

‘‘And what? Does that make you wish I was alone with you...’‘ He pauses cocking his head to the side as a small laugh fell from his parted pink lips ‘‘Or would you rather spend your time with....less lively company.’‘

[seranbrenek]

logan-legend‌:

He sat nearby, pulling a face. Drinking water was easy, and maybe his personal choice—the first in a long time—to not drink at a social gathering was… well, it was still something he was trying to explain to himself, but not the point. Now, he put the glass down. “Don’t they serve anything that doesn’t feel like I’m being electrocuted?”

Seran side glanced as a scoff left his chapping lips, tired eyes met with a tired mind had made for his patience to be thinner than usual as he gave a half assed shrug with a quick sip of the drink that made him hiss. 

‘’You know maybe if you tried something a little...stronger.’’ He implies but no enthusiasm behind his tone, it was cool and collected with a hint of something else lingering. Eyes scan the room before going back to Logan. He wasn’t sure why the guy made his blood seeth, maybe it was too do with the fact that they were born enemies through their affiliation but he knew it wasn’t that. The smug constant look? The need to make it known he wasn’t drinking.

All could be playing factors. 

‘‘Jeez, want me to buy you something harder?’‘ He mocks. 

[seranbrenek]

lakewoodxkeegs‌:

keegan had kind of dropped out of reality and had spent most of her time sketching in her apartment or at the garage working her tail off. she’d just needed some space away from everything. but that didn’t mean she could pass up the ball that everyone in lakewood was going to be attending. so she’d dressed up and went. she was sipping on a drink at the edge of the dance floor watching everyone else mingle with their masks on as she messed with her own. 

Seran had somehow ended up at another one of these events; but who was he kidding? He lived for it too much, the drama and the liquor. He’d had felt left out sat in his home drinking a cold one while watching boring ass TV. He found himself wandering some time after with another glass of bourbon in hand as he hummed tunes to himself. People already thought him mad, why not add to it? But when his eyes landed upon the red hair he couldn’t stop himself from starting in her direction with a sinister grin splashing across his features. 

‘‘Well you look all healed and raring to go.’‘ He utters although loud enough over the music as his back hit the wall and he relaxed. Seran was some what fond of her and he couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe it was because she reminded him of someone he’d known long ago, or maybe not.

‘‘Thought you’d be causing trouble or starting fights.’‘ 

[bloodofthedragon96]

Gorgeous 😍😍🙈

[seranbrenek]

scarredwclf‌:

He’s in no condition to fight, given his injuries. It’s at a complete disadvantage and it’s rather unsettling and unfortunate. He’s a stubborn soul, bullheaded and unyielding. Trouble always has a way of arriving at his feet and he’s normally the one caught in the middle of an unwanted confrontation. The aggravated response he receives is certainly unexpected.

He appreciates being separate from civilian activity, and perhaps, that’s one of the reasons as to why he chose to take this particular seat. It had been a thoughtless action that he had merely done out of habit rather than choice.

This is rather childish, but he does recognise Seran Brenek. How can he not? This is a man who he’s only heard rumors about on the street. A dangerous individual and being on his bad side is a death-wish. But those are only mere whispers that he’s been able to pick up and it’s not uncommon for them to be false claims.

There’s an air of dominance that Seran carries that makes Aiden feel slightly uneasy and he shifts slightly. The choices remain: will he choose to stay put and possibly risk the consequences later, or should he leave? Instead of resorting to his obstinate mannerisms, he decides to be wise. Rising to his feet and shuffling away from the table, he glances at the man, avoiding his eyes. “Seran Brenek, right?” He questions with a faint tilt of his head. “Interesting, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He takes the seat at the empty table beside the other’s and folding his wrapped hands onto the surface.

Seran watched as the man moved and without another word he practically dropped back into his seat with a grunt as he did so. Wasn’t it rather spectacular that people knew who he was that easily and that his name had preceded him? It made him feel almighty and powerful as he walked around Lakewood; the town of murderers. It had been the in the best interest of Aiden that he’d moved when Seran had requested. No one wanted to see the bear practically eat him alive as his daily entree to lunch. 

What he hadn’t expected was for him to try and start up a conversation; Seran had things to do and people to talk too and this need to speak to him irked him in a way he couldn’t explain. An exasperated sigh left his chapping lips, hand scratching at the greying beard that he was sporting as he turns his head to look over his shoulder. 

‘‘That’s right.’‘ He quipped quickly before turning his head back to his phone. But the second part sparked his interest as he felt his ears perk up. What had this one heard about him? There were lists of rumors he’d heard over the course of the forty plus years he’d been residing in Lakewood, Texas. Pretty much all of them were true but it still humored him.

‘‘Oh have you?’‘ He says with his back turned to him ‘‘Fun that, because I have never seen or heard of you.’‘ He states with little interest although fiend. 

[seranbrenek]

silent-cleaner‌:

“You know I don’t do house calls, it’s one of my rules and look at me,” she looked around the living room. “One day, Seran, one day I’m going to say no and I’m going ot enjoy watching you deal with all this,” she gestured to the walls, the carpet, the floor and his clothes.

“Famous last words coming from you,” she glared at the man while taking off the dirty gloves and throwing them into the trash can. “And we both know you’re not sorry, not one bit!” Lorelei sighed.

“I’m going to use your bleach so add it to your supermarket list next time you go shopping, if you even do that.” She looked down at the body and wrote the details before taking off the page and put it in front of the whiskey bottle. “Here’s how much, including the house call visit and what I’m going to need to make this dissapear. It’s a lot but otherwise you’re fucked and it’s not like you don’t have any money, so…”

Seran barked a brash laugh in Lorelei’s direction as he drains the rest of the amber hued liquid; the burn travelling down like the fiery pits of hell. He wandered if Satan lived within him pretty much every day; he drank enough of the stuff to fuel hell on a daily basis. He’d painted his house red --- why, may you ask? This was his and his ex wife's house and by George did he miss her something rotten. It was his way of lashing out; someone he knew had eyes for her.

But hatred for actual fire though as another story.

‘‘That one day has yet too come.’‘ Seran mutters ‘‘I think you either love doing this or you just can’t turn down the money. Either way you keep coming back and I keep providing work for you.’‘ There was a bitterness to his tone that hadn’t faded. It was horrid how he knew that the only reason most people visited him was to clean up his messes. Like a dog begging for attention. He was a lonely old man after all. 

Seeing the paper he picks it up hastily before crumpling it in his hand and chucking it on top of the mess he’d already created as he gave a grunt. ‘’Consider it paid.’’ he says pushing up from his chair as he stumbles slightly, a sigh falling from his lips. 

‘‘Why you’t you join me in bed after, darlin’.’‘ He requests with a kink of his brow. 

[mypapawinchester]

[seranbrenek]

The town of Lakewood was buzzing loudly today as the people walked and chatted about the most recent news; The Black Rabbit. This town couldn’t go a month without something happening that kept them feeling like they were apart of something bigger--- when none of them knew the real truth of what lay behind the dark parts of their beloved town. Feeling a small smile spread across his pert lips - It was weird to Seran to think about what his life had been like when he’d been a younger man. Before he’d travelled to lakewood in search of something more. To avoid the life he’d created for himself.

Seran looked down at his now buzzing phone, he suppressed an inner groan as he yanked the phone up to his ear. The whining sound of another client trying to get his attention. ‘’I know I know...’’ He muttered. The things he’d do for the cartel he thought as he hummed along with the demands of the many. 

‘’Yeah I get it, I could have killed ten people in the time it’s taken me...yada yada yada.’’ He needed to get out of this phone call he thought as he began to make sounds with his voice.

‘‘Oh shit--- I’m losing you.’‘ He yelled jokingly before ending the call quickly. Thank fuck for that, he thinks as he shoves the phone into his back pocket hoping that they wouldn’t call back any time soon. ‘‘Fucking lunatics.’‘ 

[seranbrenek]

scarredwclf‌:

He’s technically not supposed to be out of the hospital yet, but he gave into the irritating itch to leave the confines of overly attentive staff and constant questions. Aiden stayed home for a few days before receiving a call, which made him regretfully leave Grady at the apartment.

Pushing open the door to the Cake Fairy Cafe, his eyes momentarily linger on the bandages that cover his hands before he strides inside. The scent of sweets reaches his nose and he has to resist the urge to order something as he passes the counter. He’s not sure who he’s looking for since he has a tendency to remember faces more easily than names. He figures that if someone needs him, they’ll find him here. As soon as he takes a seat, he’s approached and he glances up, “Are you looking for someone?”

walking back from the bathroom he shoves his phone into the pants of his suit; work always seemed to call at the most inconvenient time. He was dressed for work knowing that at some point they’d call but it hadn’t even been ten minutes before they were asking for something.

They’d have to wait he thought until his eyes landed upon a man in his seat. Fucking great.

‘‘You’re in my seat...at my table’‘ He states bluntly using his free hand to point to the jacket that was slung over one of the seats. Seran always sat here --- there was a thing about the table. It was because nobody else ever sat here; tucked away from the rest of the cafe, where he could think and get what ever he needed to do worked out in his head. He found the rest of the cafe to be rather full and bustling and in short it aggravated him.

But he liked it here weirdly. 

‘‘So i suggest you move before I move you.’‘ Seran said with a flash of a forced grin. He wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries today; he was ticked off. One coffee was all he wanted before work had interrupted him and now someone had carelessly taken his seat. How could today get any worse? it honestly made him wander. ‘‘Like...now.’‘

[seranbrenek]

eli-drake‌:

“This town has truly gone to shit,” Eli snapped, folding the paper as he sat on the patio of the Giuseppe’s place, red glass before him and the world walking buy. “Seven bloody people, they assume, in one night, and not a single name other than the two I don’t give a shit about.” Was it personal, the inkling to find them, hold that information? He didn’t know, all he knew was he needed another drink.

The sun was beating down on him as he regretted very much the outfit that he chosen --- an all black suit was the wrong choice. Smoke hung from his lip without a care as he rolled his eyes shooting him a glance. Eli was like the brother’s he’d never been given the chance of knowing. He cherished him just as much as he cherished Raphael and that was saying a lot. But sometimes he did wander about him as he took another drag from the smoke. 

The waitress placed his drink before him as he offered a thanks. 

‘’We could be on that promised holiday in Vegas right now but we are sitting here wondering about nobodies who we aren’t going to miss?’’ Seran asks with the sound of distaste on his tongue as he reached up and plucked the smoke from his lips and blew the cloud of smoke into the air. ‘’And also what the fuck are you drinking.’’ He muttered crinkling his nose as he reached over grabbing the glass and taking a sniff. 

‘‘Jesus christ --- you need a stronger drink.’‘ 

[seranbrenek]

The ageing hand brought up the whiskey to his lips as he coughed out a simple ‘‘Sorry’‘ in Lorelai’s direction; eyes shifting to her slowly before his head turned to the body that was sprawled over his living room floor. His heart was hurting even if he didn’t want to admit it to anyone or anything --- himself included. 

He had one rule; do not bring anyone into his home. But this had been a personal call. It wasn’t company or cartel business. Instead a personal vendetta he’d been wanting to fill for some time now. The gravely laugh was sour, he wasn’t happy with his accomplishment. 

‘‘I guess I got messy with this one.’‘ He calls out. He was drunk, unsure how long he’d been drinking before he’d found his phone and managed to call her. It was a mirical he even had at this point as he searches from the remainder of the bottle he’d been finding comfort in.

His best friend. The drink the only friend he had at times. 

‘‘How much is this one gonna cost me?’‘ He asks. 

@silent-cleaner

[seranbrenek]

alexandraxharwood‌:

Frick. Seran. Alex knew better–knew that she wouldn’t be able to avoid him forever, given that he’d helped her with her accidental murder without any expectations. Save for, you know, becoming a corrupt cop for the Stone family he worked for. Guess they needed to be in close proximity with one another, huh? “So I…guess I can ask–were the Stones the one that fired that gun?” Doubt crept in her tone, aware that Seran probably wouldn’t tell her if they were, if she deserved to know any sort of details until the time struck when she was requested.

Seran hands smacked against the back of the persons head beside Alex as he clocked his head urging the other person to move alone, who did quickly as Seran slid into the seat beside her with a smirk. Forearms resting against the table top, clasping hands together as he took a peak at her. She was asking questions that she didn’t need to know; and usually it would have irked him in a way that would only rile him up. But they needed her; they needed people like her and she was one to be kept close. Kept personal. 

‘‘Now do you think if we’d have done it, it would have been that messy? Hm?’‘ He questions with amusement in his voice, head shaking in unison and hand raising to order another coffee as he took a peak at her. ‘‘If it was me on my own, there would have been a bigger show at the end of all that...mess.’‘ 

[ravennarinaldi-deactivated20190]

“Interesting,” Ravenna quipped, the newspaper strewn aside, as she sat inside of Cake Fairy. Valentina was nowhere—that brought her mood down, though she would never admit to such things—as she lifted the espresso cup to her lips for a moment. “So many people dead. It’s a terrible shame the unworthy keep dropping off the face of the earth.” She quipped with a slight giggle to her tone.

[seranbrenek]

The smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, bushy eyebrow arching. It was like he didn’t even need to say what he was thinking when around Ravenna because she always said it for him. The words were causing him to choke on the bottled up laughter; it was growing by the second as eyes connected with the ceiling. ‘’Such a terrible shame ridding the world of the completely useless and clueless.’’ He adds with a flash of his pearly whites.

That was when the laughter erupted from between his lips. ‘‘I don’t have a fucking soul.’‘ Seran muttered through his laughter, palm of his hand connecting with his chest as he coughed trying to catch his breath. Reaching across the table he grabs his water and takes a sip almost hissing --- he hated water, shame it wasn’t whiskey really. 

‘‘I’m not gonna even ask if you know who did it.’‘ He raises his hands in the air. ‘‘But if you, I’ll tell you something --- me acting like a hero and stitching people up really helped me out.’‘ He chuckled with a wink; it got him laid.

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