#claracarter

[ashley-statham-blog]

According to Plan || Ash and Clara

It didn't take long to work out the details of their little trick. Clara knew what roads her target took, when he made pitstops to take a piss. Ash would only need a few minutes to steal the car, because the brunette had given her the make and model, and a copy of the key. If anything it was all going to be a bit too easy.

When the car was in her possession, and damn if it didn't drive like a fucking dream making her loathe to give it back, Ash headed for the warehouse where she was to drop it off for safe keeping. Her friend, Marshall, had given her permission to stow it there. He owed her more than one favor for all the cars she brought him to send into the underground market or to chop shops. Of course she saw him give it a once over and had to remind him of their deal, least he make a move that forced her into removing a pertinent appendage.

Pulling out her phone, she called Clara to let her know that everything was set up, and with her part done, she headed home to the warehouse. There was still some cleanup to do from her last guest, god he'd bled like a stuffed pig, and while it had been delightful to watch at the time, she wasn't thrilled to be cleaning dried blood off the walls. Next time she was going to have to remember to put plastic up.

The task had just been finished when the phone rang. An eyebrow raised as she recognized the number as one of Marshall's burner phones. "Miss me already?" she teased, subtly referring to the fact that she'd fucked his brains out in the back seat of the car before she left the warehouse. It hadn't been bad, he was well endowed but a little boring. 

"We have a slight problem."

Ash's eyes widened, and she sat up, a frown creasing her brows. "There are no slight problems, Marshall. Either it's a problem or it's not. What did you do."

"It wasn't me...I swear...one of the new guys didn't know...that the car you brought me wasn't ours...and he...put it through the system."

"HE. DID. WHAT."

She hung up before Marshall could answer, rage painting her features. Hastily she dialed Clara's number, hoping the woman wasn't already on her way to the warehouse. There was no answer, and with an aggravated curse, she hung up, pulling her shoes on and stomping her way out of the warehouse. Maybe if she was lucky she could catch Clara before she made her destination.

[shadows-of-white]

orange.

6 Facts about my hometown:

There's a lot of snobby rich people.

Most of the kids are pretentious, spoiled assholes.

Most of the kids like to do stupid things because they think its "cool" or "rebelious."

It's a beach town.

It's usually a beautiful 75 degrees or so.

It is NOT like what you see on those stupid TV shows.

[connor-stage]

oops.

“C’mon babe, jus’ one little kiss on the cheek, whaddaya say, jus’ one little kiss.”

Connor mentally rolled his eyes at the burly guy’s frankly pathetic display of seduction techniques, nursing a glass of brandy at the bar he was currently sitting at. Burly guy was sitting – much to Connor’s irritation – right next to him, and his attempts at wooing were being made on the bartender, who was, unsurprisingly, female and very good looking.

And also not at all happy, it seemed, with the burly guy’s advances – although she didn’t seem to be afraid, merely irritated. Probably had to deal with this quite a bit, Connor thought. It honestly wouldn’t have mattered to him, in any case – she didn’t look like she needed his help, and he wasn’t really inclined to give any under normal circumstances – were it not for the fact that burly guy was really, really drunk and couldn’t even keep himself standing straight, routinely bumping his shoulder with Connor’s.

When he accidentally spilled some brandy on his shirt because of the oaf’s stupid behavior, Connor decided he’d had enough.

“Look, pal,” he said in a cool tone, shoving back a little so the guy stumbled and turned surprised eyes on him. “I honestly couldn’t care less about your little lover’s display, even though your supposed pick-up lines are making me want to hurl, but the fact that you can’t seem to grasp the fact that I’m sitting here, trying to enjoy some quiet, is really getting on my nerves. So I’d really be grateful if you could move your ugly ass somewhere else.”

The guy, too drunk to keep up with Connor’s monologue, blinked slowly, looking, for all intents and purposes, like an extremely dumb baboon. “Wha’ did ya say, faggot?” Was the eventual smart and well-worded reply. “Ya wanna fight with me, ‘s that it?” Connor rolled his eyes for real this time, the small spark of violence in the other man’s eyes only managing in increasing his irritation.

Well, if words didn’t help…

Sliding off his stool, Connor easily sidestepped the clumsy fist being swung at his face – although it still would’ve missed by a mile even if he hadn’t sidestepped – and kicked up the stool he previously been sitting on. The dumb guy looked baffled for a moment – and in that moment, Connor caught the stool by the legs with two hands, and swung the wooden object straight into burly guy’s face, watching with cold detachment as the guy immediately crumpled to the floor.

Connor put the stool back down. Went to sit on it again. And without batting as much as an eyelash, he turned to the bartender, and said:

“I suppose I couldn’t have another one of those brandies, right?”

[shadows-of-white]

Do you forgive betrayal?

Rarely... I'm a very friendly person, and I like making new friends. But if you break my trust, and betray me, you'll be hard pressed to win me back over. It is possible, under certain circumstances, it is possible. I care immensely about my friends, you know that Clara. But my care can be lost. Be loyal to me, I'll be loyal to you.

[shadows-of-white]

dear past me;

(damn you Clara.)

Dear past me,

Whew, this is going to be a hard letter to write. Mainly because I am so much different from you, and by design. Who you are right now, it's awful, it's horrible, it's not any way to live. But its the only way you know how to cope with everything that has happened/is happening. But the person you are, it leads to her death. If you were just a little less self concerned with all your pain, you'd see hers. And you'd see that there was no way she would let you go that night. You'd see that when you turned your back, she'd come after you. She needed you, more than ever. And you just walked away, you decided the job was more important. And because of that she's gone. She died in your arms. 

Maybe she was right, maybe something bad would have happened that night if you had gone. Maybe you would have gotten caught, or hurt. But you should have let her words stop you, her love and care. Not her death.

You're an idiot, you know that. You're young, immature, naive, broken, and hurting. You've lost and gone through a lot, but you know what. You are a necessary evil. Because you've taught me so much, and made me into the person I am today, put me on the path of being a better person.

So to you I say this, it gets better. The past is the past and you cannot dwell on it. Keep looking forward.

-Present Me

[-abovethetownrpg]

Makenna Goldberg has been reserved!

As per usual, the applicant, claracarter has three days to turn in the URL. 

Thank you so much for applying and welcome to the RP! 

~Admin

[luxlarson-rp-blog]

claracarter replied to your post: ooc I’d just like to take a moment and appreciate...

ooc: PREACH.

oh my GOD those gifs too.

[shadows-of-white]

fuck yeahhh.

1. First impression: "Holy crap, she's gorgeous. Okay, yeah... I'm a bit intimidated."

2. Best Feature: Your amazing strength and drive.

3. Have I ever had a crush on you: Only all the time<3

4. What I Find Interesting about you: You're so multi-faceted. You are silly and fun and loving with me, but you can be so coy and seductive, and then be a total fucking badass. Its amazing<3