shatteredtrvth

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[shatteredtrvth]

shatteredtrvth — a multi  -  muse  account affiliated with the faultline.  dark  /  heavy  themes  present.  dni  unless  affiliated.

account run by z featuring: marcus vaughn — intro. musings. visage. sloane weiss — intro. musings. visage.

[capaddes]

"Y'know what, you didn't ask very fuckin' nicely, Marcus, did ya?" Nicky asks, jumping over the couch and towards the filing cabinet. He starts emptying the box, throwing one item over his shoulder at a time. "Last place it was seen was under your roof, who's to say it wasn't you."

[shatteredtrvth]

"You're wasting my time, Nicky." He hadn't been rude, but his patience was starting to wear thing. He watched items land on the floor, and he regretted not handing this task off to someone else. "Maybe you should keep better track of your things and not leave them in places where anyone could take it. The amount of people that come in and out of the hotel, I wouldn't be surprised if some kid took it." He rolled his eyes. "If I wanted something like that, I'd just buy it myself. or better yet, a real pet."

[capaddes]

"A keychain?! Marcus, it's not a keychain, alright? He's a pet. And if I don't feed him soon, he's dead. Then you gotta live with that."

[shatteredtrvth]

"You didn't answer my question." He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded toward the box on top of a filing cabinet. "It isn't a real pet. You're the one that lost it. You have to live with it. Not me."

[aqu4regia]

Yasemin   appreciated   the   reassurance   in   Marcus’   words.   Even   though   she   knew   of   his   ties   to   the   criminal   world,   it   wasn’t   like   her   to   assume   he   had   done   something   wrong   or   downright   illegal   whenever   he   was   in   a   mood   or   asked   her   to   do   something   for   him.   Maybe   that   was   where   the   problem   lied,   because   in   the   world   that   they   lived   in,   where   lines   could   get   easily   blurred,   Yasemin   still   chose   to   believe   in   people’s   best   intentions.   With   a   nod,   the   brunette   tapped   a   note   on   her   tablet   to   reschedule   his   meetings   for   the   next   day   and   to   take   messages   from   whoever   called   that   day   looking   for   him.   ❝   Well,   the   summer   festival   is   coming   up.   ❞   Yasemin   said   with   a   small   smile.   She   had   never   attended   the   festivities.   Neither   before   she’d   moved   there,   nor   after.   This   would   be   her   first   time,   but   she   also   knew   how   big   the   event   was,   so   people   were   bound   to   make   some   last-minute   reservations.   Not   to   mention,   most   of   the   artists   playing   there   were   staying   at   the   hotel.   ❝   Business   should   pick   up   soon,   don’t   you   think?   ❞   Looking   down   at   the   coffee   cup   she   held   on   her   lap,   Yasemin   then   continued.   ❝   I…   am   thinking   of   attending   this   year.   ❞   There   was   a   small   smile   toying   on   her   lips.   Hopeful.   Watchful   for   any   sign   on   his   face   that   he   might   not   like   the   idea.   Or   that   he   might   light.   ❝   I   think   I…   am   done   mourning   those   ten   years   and   hiding.   ❞

[shatteredtrvth]

It was the worst time to need to oversee so much happening at the docks. Too many things were happening, and he knew he could only get away with his job as long as he didn't attract attention. "Is it that time already?" He twisted enough in his chair to look out the window. He knew it was coming up, but he never kept as up to date on that calendar as he should. Yasemin made it too easy to slack in that area. He couldn't remember the last time he went to it. There was always an excuse to be made when someone asked. "Perhaps, but I never like to count on it until I see the numbers. Make a note to push more advertising. Oh, and I have some paintings arriving from Tatum this week. They're for the area behind the front desk." It would be better to brush the bad headlines under the rug if they could. "You are?" He turned to look at her. He was surprised to hear it, but it did seem like something she would enjoy. "I think that's a good idea. But you need to stay safe. And it wouldn't hurt for you to leave before dark." It was his way of saying he cared. He didn't want anything happening to her.

[jasonxmacavoy]

"Aight then," Jason set his beer down on the bar, allowing a beat to pass before he leaned back slightly on the barstool. He had a forearm resting against the edge of the counter while his other hand lifted lazily into the space in front of him. Then, he shadowboxed the air— just a quick 1,2 with no real power behind it. "Enough of a hint for ya?" He asked, amusement tugging at the edge of his voice now.

[shatteredtrvth]

"You can't blame me for wanting to know what I'm getting myself into." She laughed and watched him lean back. He boxed the air, and she shrugged. "I hope a better fight than that." Maybe he was going to watch one somewhere, but they could turn it on the tv at the bar. "Who's fighting?"

[aqu4regia]

Yasemin   knew   there   was   no   involvement   in   his   definition   of   ❛  we  ❜  .   Marcus   had   never   really   had   a   squeaky   clean   record,   and,   if   she   was   being   honest,   she   didn’t   mind   not   being   involved   in   what   he   did.   It   was   funny   to   think   about   it.   The   fact   that   she   had   all   of   these   ties   to   people   deeply   involved   with   the   criminal   world,   and   yet,   had   managed   to   remain   outside   those   lines.   Like   an   outsider   looking   in.   ❛   The   less   you   know,   the   better   ❜   was   what   her   best-friend-turned-boss   had   constantly   said   about   his   criminal   activities   whenever   something   came   up   and   would   require   those   lines   to   get   blurred,   and   so,   Yasemin   got   used   to   not   asking   many   questions. This   time,   however,   the   brunette   felt   like   asking.   Biting   softly   on   her   bottom   lip,   she   watched   as   Marcus   sipped   on   the   hot,   caffeinated   beverage   she’d   brought   him.   Yasemin   had   always   been   good   at   watching   people.   She’d   always   been   good   at   shrinking   herself   to   the   background,   which   involved   lots   of   observing.   ❝   We,   as   in   the   hotel   staff,   or   we,   as   in…   you   know…   ❞   She   motioned   her   head   towards   a   general   direction,   merely   implying   that   she   meant   his   business   with   the   Santoros.   ❝   Either   way,   I   got   you.   Anything   else   you   need   from   me,   kardeşim?   ❞   Still   taking   advantage   of   the   privacy   of   Marcus’   office,   the   brunette   leaned   onto   him,   resting   her   cheek   on   his   shoulder   and   looking   up   at   him.   The   way   she'd   been   calling   her   brother   like   that,   ever   since   clinging   to   him   during   their   college   years,   had   never   once   stopped   being   a   thing   between   them.

[shatteredtrvth]

Marcus liked the definition in their working relationship. It made it easy for him to know what he should and shouldn't include her in. She knew enough about his jobs, but he didn't need to elaborate more unless it was necessary. Even with everything happening, this was not a time he felt like he needed to burden her with more details than usual. He moved behind the desk and took a seat.

"Hotel." He answered and looked at the newspaper that was sitting on his desk. "And a small agreement that we were working late together the last two nights if someone asks." It was all that needed to be said. He couldn't make an excuse why he was down at the docks, but with any luck he wouldn't need to. "I've done nothing wrong, I promise." He smiled and motioned to the seat in front of him. "Too much bad publicity lately has bookings down. We need something to make people forget the disaster from a few weeks ago."

[fracturedlcve]

Tatianna looked up at him. Everything about her was polished. Her words, appearance, and movements. She had learned from the best, Alessandro Donatelli himself. "I always come prepared; it's good business practice." That much was true, but it was expected of her. She had to be perfect in every way she could. "Ah, yes, I'm rather proud of this selection." She said with a smile, she led him deeper into the alcove and around a turn where a set of 4 pictures hung together. "I personally know the artist, so if this is something you like and want to expand on or even have something similar done custom-made that fits you more, I can facilitate that." But it was her, she was the artist.

[shatteredtrvth]

"It is. I'm impressed." He smiled and looked at her. It wasn't often that he gave out a compliment, but it was earned. He didn't like his time wasted. "You are? And why is that?" He raised a brow and stepped closer to the pictures to inspect them. "Are you sure the artist would be willing?" He liked the pictures as they were, but the idea of something custom excited him.

[capaddes]

location: high water hotel

"Alright, alright, take it easy, I'll make it quick." Nicky throws his hands up, trailing after Marcus toward lost property. "You think I’m thrilled to be here either? It ain’t my fault some asshole got me a fuckin’ Tamagotchi for Christmas and the thing’s the size of a toenail."

@shatteredtrvth

[shatteredtrvth]

Marcus led the way to the room behind the front desk. "Finding your toy was not something you needed my help with. You could have asked any of the staff." He shut the door behind them and leaned against the desk. "Did you need something or are you really here for a keychain?"

[asinsilkytragedy]

Thomas stood there with one broad shoulder against the wall, blood running slow from his nose and down over his mouth while noise swirled around him louder than it needed to. Sirens. Questions. People staring. He hated scenes like this. Too many eyes. Too many people acting like something terrible happened when, in Thomas’s mind, this had been simple. The man swung first. Thomas finished it. That should’ve been the end of it. His fingers pressed lightly against the bridge of his nose, and the second he touched it, he knew it was broken for sure. Crooked. Easy enough to fix later. At Sloane’s words, his eyes shifted toward the guy laid out on the pavement, then back to her. “I ain’t sayin’ it looks good,” he answered low, voice thick from the blood clogging one side of his nose. “Just sayin’ he started it.” There wasn’t defensiveness in him, only blunt honesty. He shifted again when she stepped closer, uncomfortable with being fussed over more than the injury itself. “Can just set it,” he muttered. “Done it before.” His gaze flicked toward the EMT supplies in her hands. “Don’t really need all this.” Still, he didn’t leave. Mostly because too many people were watching now, and trying to walk off would probably make things worse. Thomas let out a slow breath through his mouth before looking back at her. “You got somethin’ for the blood at least?” he asked, almost reluctant. “Keeps gettin’ in my mouth.”

[shatteredtrvth]

"Doesn't matter how it started if you don't have proof." It would be his word against the other man's. She almost wished she had went to the man out cold instead of dealing with the one who was leaned against the wall. "If you don't want my help, just say it. Plenty of other people in this city that could use it." She didn't want to waste time with someone who didn't want anything. They would need to be transporting the other man soon enough when the scene was clear. She dug through her bag and held out some gauze. "Here, unless you're going to let me take a look."

[fracturedlcve]

Brooklyn: okay I'm on the way Brooklyn: nothing major, just some issues with a delievery that involved a knife

[shatteredtrvth]

Sloane: how does that even happen?

[jasonxmacavoy]

"Yeah, somethin’ like that." Jason took another pull from his beer, shoulders loose against the bar while his eyes drifted over the room for a second, more outta habit than anything else. But at her question, his stare cut back toward her. "The kinda shit ya don’t wanna know about." His brow ticked up slightly—almost like a challenge. "But if ya bored, ya can come find out." A pause, then a shit-eating smirk. "Wiess."

[shatteredtrvth]

"You can say I don't wanna know about it, but that doesn't mean it's true." She smiled and turned to look at him. She didn't know a lot about Jason, but she knew enough to know that he was harmless to her. It was better to be around him than risking being alone and someone bothering her. "I might see what it's all about if you give me a hint."

[fracturedlcve]

iMessage: Sloane

Brooklyn: I think i need a patch up Brooklyn: you on shift tonight?

@shatteredtrvth

[shatteredtrvth]

Sloane: no but you can come over Sloane: what happened?

[wclvens]

Sid leans a little further over the handlebars, biceps bunching tightly, straining against his sleeves. He stares at her from behind his sunnies, mouth curving upward into another feral grin. He's all teeth then, like a shark, and curled around his bike like he was, it gave the impression that he was something bigger. Half an animal, a half thing made of metal. The smell of exhaust fumes lingered on his skin despite the dead engine.

"Nah-" he says, loud enough for the words to carry. "-ain't lost at all Baby. Can't be lost if I live here already." His head cocks to the side as he regards her and there is something viper like in the way he moves. Like he could lurch into a strike at any moment.

"...Come closer. I ain't gonna' bite you-" His voice is a low New York drawl but there is a mean sort of edge to the way he sits there, a viciousness that can't be named or placed but is as real as the snarling skull peaking out from under his tee-shirt sleeve. "-what kinda' shit are you lookin' for then? Hmm?"

[shatteredtrvth]

Sloane watched him as he leaned over his handlebars, and she couldn't hide the curiosity on her face. His smile and his tattoos stood out to her, but it was the accent that made her more intrigued. She held on to small bits of her own when she moved from New York, but it had been too long since she had heard it right in front of her. "You live here? Long way from home, isn't it?"

It wasn't her business, but she couldn't stop herself from asking. She had no desire to return back to the east coast, but it was hard not to think about it now. "And why would I wanna come closer?" She asked with a smile as she took a step. "Just looking to forget things for a while."

[fracturedlcve]

"Come around back." She said with a smile. She had a private viewing room where she would put up pieces for members she was hoping to sell to. Entering the alcove around the back of the room, the selections she made for him hung on the walls. "I did some research on your hotel, I actually stayed the night a week or so ago, very nice I must say. Based on the overall aesthetics of the hotel, these pieces here I think would do great in common spaces in the lobby, halls and so on. They really fit in with what you are trynna do there. Now over here I have a few styles that might match more of your personal taste."

[shatteredtrvth]

Marcus followed after her with a small smile on his face. This was the way he preferred to shop for anything. He wanted a private session to look things over without dealing with anyone else. "So you've come prepared." He admired that in someone, and he stepped toward the artwork and started looking it over. Her taste was spot on for the hotel. The muted colors would look good behind the desk, and it would give the spot a small update. "Were you able to find something to fit what I was searching for?" He had been wanting a series of paintings to hang in his office at home, but he had yet to find any that fit his vision.

[theoxelkn]

theo's eyes darted to the man when sloane gestured towards him. staring at him as he tried to defend himself, before walking away. he was glad that things hadn't gone further, for the girl's sake but also becasue theo really didn't want a fight tonight. "for sure." he said grabbing a glass and pouring out a fresh one "are you okay? plenty of weirdos about tonight, not too sure why."

he finished off the drink and laid it in front of her "that's on me, you look like you could use it." he smiled "no offence." he added, hoping he didn't come across wrong.

[shatteredtrvth]

Sloane was glad the man walked away. It was one less person she would have to deal with tonight. Her limit for dealing with men like that had been reached hours ago. "I'm fine. Not the first time I've dealt with that kind of thing." She shrugged and picked up the glass in front of her. "Thanks, I think. Not gonna complain about a free drink."

[fivepointe]

"I might, but I doubt you'd want to hear it." Hell, she doesn't even want to and she's the one telling it. Inconvenience after inconvenience. Buffy can't even escape from it and she's at a bar. Where people were supposed to be assholes in their own designated spaces, not hers.

Eyes flicker from him to the bartender and if he thinks Buffy's the type to object then he's going to be in for a serious shock, "A long island. With a float."

That extra shot is going to be what makes or breaks the rest of the night. Adjusting into her stolen seat comfortably, the brunette glances over at him—debating between apologizing for her sudden outburst or to simply thank him and move on.

"Thanks. I'll make it up to you with the next round if you're still around."

[shatteredtrvth]

Marcus shrugged and watched the bartender start to make his drink. "Everybody's got one." He didn't really want to hear it, but he wouldn't be rude enough to tell her that yet. Maybe after a drink or two when he was done playing nice. "You really want to forget about it, I take it." He chuckled and picked up the old fashion that was set in front of him. The top shelf liquor made his favorite drink even smoother, and he savored it when he took a sip. "Not necessary. Mine usually comes with a hefty price tag." He looked over at her. "Better ways to deal with problems than drinking them away."

[wclvens]

location: Just down the street from the Butchery Open! @thefaultstarters

Like a good boy, Sid had dropped the old mustang of at the Butchery, got paid well for his trouble, and had walked the almost half mile back to his bike, parked on a double yellow outside a neat white row of cafes and shops. He had his sunnies perched high on his nose, but they never did sit quite right anymore, not after the surgery. He thumbs through the bills, cause he's a cash only kinda guy, and counts that shit twice. The bills are folded neatly into a little ridge, and tucked down deep into the front pocket of his jeans.

Sid wonders if it's too late for breakfast, and was this technically lunch time. He glances at the old Rolex on his wrist, the face so scratched he can barely see the second hand ticking. A coffee would be good. A bagel would be even better. Frowning to himself and debating the pros and cons of a balanced breakfast, Sid throws one long leg over the saddle of his bike and reclines forward onto the T-bone. He's about to start digging for his phone, when he spots them. Straightening slightly, Sid grins and inclines his head toward them.

"Lookin' a lil' lost-" he calls, accent thick and curling. A old timey, distinct Brooklyn drawl. "-all the good shit in town is thata'way-" he inclines over his shoulder with a tatted hand, though the gesture is vauge at best.

[shatteredtrvth]

She wanted to waste time and clear her head. Too much had been happening, and she needed to be away from everything. No work, no friends, no alcohol that would cloud her judgement. The cops had been asking her to come back in for an interview, and she knew there was only so long she could keep saying no before the request stopped being friendly.

She had been walking for almost an hour, but she didn't care. Sloane hadn't been paying attention to the direction she was going. All that mattered was that she was moving. She heard the man address her when she stopped to look at the street signs. "Who says I'm looking for the good shit?" His accent was hard to miss. It reminded her of home. "You sure you're not the one that's lost?"