#charming.event02

[angiehunter]

💌  charlie

angie: is it just me, or are there more people with kuttes in town than usual?

angie: i'm not trying be nosy it's just..a little odd..isn't it?

[estellalaurent]

* || SELF PARA — AFTERMATH.

estella’s wounding journey to the hospital / incld. mentions of blood, violence, murder, shootings, gore/bodily harm, death

A part of her wished she was in the islands of Belize, basking under the sun and sipping on a strong cocktail without a care in the world. Instead she was surrounded by death and destruction, screams and chaos, blood and violence. These types of occurrences should be like clockwork by now. A rule of thumb for those who chose to enter the wolf’s den, the outcome of their choice is that they’ll never be able to get out. It wasn’t about fight or flight anymore, it was about defending what’s rightfully theirs—their home and so when the shots rang out, it was as if a switch went off in her and nothing else mattered.

The only emotion she felt was rage. It fuelled her to do the unthinkable. She had a reputation to uphold yes, but seeing the casualties of her own made her realize that nothing else mattered. Besides, she was determined to make it quick, but sufferable. After all if it’s bloodshed that they wanted, then a bloodshed is what they’ll get. 

Killing was the easy part, she won’t deny that and for anyone that came her way to target her, she showed no remorse nor mercy when she took their lives. Anyone who’d seen her could tell that she’d done this before. However, if it weren’t for the current timing and the setting she was in, she would have done her worse. The art of murder came in all forms, but as she took each life...for some reason she was not satisfied. Her emotions got the best of her, as the concerns and worry she had in regards to her fellow Wolves went beyond that. She knew it was inevitable to prevent their own casualties and she could only hope that the majority of them had made it out alive. In this life, although they were seen as invincible, they were only human. No matter how many weapons or people they have defending them, once they were caught in the crossfire, it was either survival of the fittest or accepting their fate.

Speaking of survival....

She had to split up with her men to ensure they covered all areas as she instructed them to check and assist other Wolves. Currently on her own, she stumbled into a few members of the opposition and huffed a tired sigh. If only they knew they were meeting their maker. There was no fear, but only vexation as she approached them without a care in the world. Her heels made her presence known as she pulled a gun on them and not a flinch of hesitation was shown on Estella’s demeanour as shots rang out instantly. A shot point blank to the head, a shot to the chest, a shot to the neck...She made them fatal—no one had the right to live at this point. She had no clue how much time has passed, but she was nearing exhaustion and the adrenaline she faced earlier was slowly dissipating...

In the midst of her shootout, a rush of pain washed over her as she found it difficult to walk any further. Another shot, this time her good arm was immobile. With a painful grunt, she took cover and slumped onto the ground. Her anger blindsided her as she didn’t realize she was being targeted from a different angle. She had to admit, they truly did put up a fight. Perhaps it was because it was all or nothing at this point. Bringing her gun to her chest, Estella laboured her breathing before waiting patiently for her target to stand over her and do their worse. Timing was everything. Once they approached her, she looked up at them with a faint smile and couldn’t help but let out a sardonic laugh while shaking her head in disappointment. “The balls you have to point that thing at me.” she said out loud as she leaned forward to have the barrel touch her forehead. “What’s that saying? You live by sword, you die by it? C’est dommage non?...Votre fin est ici.” Of course they didn’t understand a word she was saying, but that was enough to buy her time as she shot her last bullet at their groin. As they fell back, she mustered up as much energy as she could to launch herself at them and wrestled to pull their gun away. 

Getting up, she purposely stepped on their wound as it left them screaming in pain, that was enough to have her gain that fighting spark back in her. She was Estella mother fucking Laurent, she wasn’t going to let this slide. Ignoring the pain and loss of blood she was facing, Estella glanced down at the wound she made for them and it was there that she suddenly got inspired. Without a second to spare, the heel of her designer shoes was immediately lodged into her victim’s throat as they were no longer screaming, but gasping and heaving in pain. She dug them deeper and waited...waited for every last breath as dark orbs stared straight into their wide, faint eyes. Red suited them for sure, as she found beauty in how their blood rose to the entry way of the wound and spilled out slowly. “...Hm, at least you get to see a pretty face before you die—that should count for something dear.” She then bent down to pat their face with the side of her gun before lifting her foot up from their neck, once she knew they were dead. 

Taking deep breaths, she composed herself and began limping away from the scene. Sensing movement behind her, it was a reflex to pull her gun on them and realized it was one of her men. Handing them both guns and her shoes, she instructed, “Dispose and destroy them—these cannot come back to me.” Nodding in confirmation, her guard waved over the Escalade towards them and assisted in helping her into the vehicle. 

“Where to ma’am?”  “Charming General, I have to play the part...” 

And that’s what she did, upon her arrival they might as well give her the best actress award. Her expressions of panic and trauma made it seem like she was just like any civilian that was running away from the ambush and she owed it all to her missing shoes and gun shot wounds. As much as she hated being here, she had a reputation to uphold. Further, with the hospital as her resource, she could only hope for a speedy recovery from this. 

                 What a fucking inconvenience.

*NOTE: estella got shot on both her right leg and arm. she has minor bruising from physical altercations and minimal grazes on the sides of her shoulders. 

[liamxconnelly]

@charmingstarter​

Open || Location : open

A frown tugged his lips down as Liam closed his eyes. When they opened, he was looking skywards, counting silently by thirteens until he could trust himself enough to open his mouth. “I cannot believe I only packed two jars of moonshine for this trip,” he drawled. In truth, he should have allotted two per day until they made it back home. He’d underestimated the stress of the trip - the false pretenses, the babysitting, and the weight of the eventual actions that would be taken. As it was, he’d already started on one jar. “I’m getting too old for this shit, I swear to god.” Finally, his gaze settled on the other. The advisor examined the other person carefully, trying to gauge at what was going to happen next. “Why do I get the feeling you’re gonna drive me to the drink?”

[callum-st-james]

The meeting seemed to be going ok, well best he could tell anyway. It had been quite a long time since he had been to one of these. If he was honest, he was glad to see that the interlopers from Utah had left. It had made him nervous having them all there. He had finished his coffee and conversation and was making his way around the room when the chaos started. He looked around and tried to find somewhere to hid, but before he could do anything, he felt the hard hit on the back his head and everything went black.

He was in and out of consciousness, first seeing an emt, then the inside of an ambulance. Next he saw inside the hospital, a doctor or two he recognized and then he was out again. Next it was inside an MRI machine, then out again. Each time he blacked out, he saw her. She kept telling him he needed to stay awake and he needed to do better and to live better for her. Every time he opened his eyes he was reminded she was gone again. 

He didn’t know how long it had been, but when he finally opened his eyes again he saw a different familiar face sitting in the chair next to his bed. He started to try and sit up, but he immediately fell back, dizzy and disoriented.

@franhasan

[angiehunter]

It had been so strange to be at a town meeting again. She probably wouldn’t have gone if Charlie’s parents hadn’t offered to take Lily for the night. Before she could say anything, his mom was quick to rattle off why the meetings were important, and how she could do with a night off couldn’t she? Angie’s only response was that Lily could probably do with some of her grandma’s famous cooking and that was that. She’d showed up alone, late, and a little on edge. The only reason she’d showed up was the only thing more pathetic than moping around home was moping around empty bars, assuming any were still open. Charlie had told her that he was worried, but she hadn’t seen many strangers around. Angie had figured they’d all left and life would go back to normal. It was telling, but the first thing she did was look for him. The petite woman found him rather quickly, and started towards him, a small smile tugging at her lips as she moved.

That’s when it happened. 

Gunfire rang out around her, her shock and anger clear as she whirled around to face the attackers. A little violence was a given in their town, but this was unimaginable. She didn’t think - she didn’t have to. Angie stepped forward, fully intending to swing at whoever she could get to first. If these fuckers really thought they would kill her and people she cared about, then she and the first masked coward she could get to would go together. Later she might ruminate on what that meant, that sudden affection for the town. She’d have to come to terms with the fact that she was protective over the place she’d left, small and unarmed as she was. Angie had always been an action-first kind of gal at heart, preferring the satisfaction of feeling someone under her fist. Given the circumstances, it wasn’t surprising that when it was fight or flight, she’d would fight no matter how bad an idea it was.Before she had a chance to die by stupidity, some brave soul threw her to the ground.

From there, it was a blur as more shots rang out and people started running. Her own screams joined the others as people stepped on her in their rush to leave. Curses flew from her mouth as she tried to at least protect her face and move out of the way. Charming was a small town..she’d never really thought there were all that many people, until it felt like they were all stepping on her on their way to safety. A pair of firm hands finally grabbed her, tugging her to her feet and pulling her along until she found the ground under them, and helping her to the side. Moments later, she was alone, the wall to her back as she took in the carnage. Gunshots continued to ring out in her mind even though the attackers were long gone. She’d been to these meetings in the past, had even been excited to go to her first. It was one of the few rites of passage she’d had that hadn’t felt tainted. Ange stayed that way for a while, just absorbing what had happened and trying to process the fact that there really wasn’t anything she could do to help. Her trial and error first aid would likely do more harm than good. Eventually she was shepherded to first responders, then the hospital, all the while seeing images of her friends.. her family. Let them all be okay, she prayed silently. Let everyone get through this alright. Her hands were still trembling when she managed to dig her phone out of her bag, and she was fully intent on sending out texts to try and see who was alright.

[liamxconnelly]

@malachiasher​ || Highway Motel

"Whiskey?” the advisor asked, offering the bottle he’d procured for the president’s approval. While he wouldn’t typically encourage indulging on a trip like this, there was enough tension that abstaining was unbearable. Besides, he wasn’t about to get shit-faced. In the privacy of a hotel room, he felt more able to speak freely, so as he helped himself to a coffee cup, he glanced over to the other man. “So. What do you make of them?” 

It was perhaps unfortunate, but he meant it to be as vague as it sounded. by them,  he meant the devils as much as he meant their members and the gangs.  Their prospect, the devils’ prospects would be something else to consider.  Rather than come out with all that, Liam waited. There would be more value in learning what was at the forefront of the president’s mind than there would be in a direct question at this point.

[samanthafm]

Location: Town Hall

With: Kristinia Rayburn

@nikkirayburn​

The last thing Samantha needed today was to have even more ex trouble, with everything that was already going on with Rafael, but after talking to Nikki at the disco party and just generally seeing her today, it was hard for Sam to shake off the feeling of guilt. All this time, all these years, she had loved Raf, but tried to move on. The only person she thought she could have actually moved on with was Nikki because at one point, Sam was completely head over heels for this woman -- only for it all to turn to shit once she thought Nikki was cheating on her. Still, there was that underlying feeling of guilt that she hadn’t been completely honest with either herself or Nikki. "Uh, hey,” Sam said, a small smile on her lips as a hand rested shallowly in the back pocket of her jeans. “Just, um, just wanted to see how you were doing? You... you, uh-- You look great, Nikki,” Sam said, internally berating herself for betraying how her nerves were getting the better of her.

[liamxconnelly]

@arthurfallon​

“Fancy runnin’ into you here, old man,” Liam teased as he approached Arthur. He had nothing against the unfazed advisor. Hell, the man was one of few friends Liam had outside of his mc. And knowing that Arthur was also an advisor, there was an added layer of understanding. Liam loved the club, and as he’d aged, had started to see some of the members (the younger ones in particular) less as siblings and as something more akin to children. Children who drove him crazy, needed constant minding, and on more than one occasion made him reach for a jar of moonshine from his private stash. “So. How are the kids?” It was a question that he often posed to the other, not as a means of getting information, but as a means of checking in. There was an implied, are they running you ragged like mine are running me? that hung in the air between them.