#fleurdvlys

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*    Let's take a walk threw the deepest part of the hood.          I want to know who it was that said it was all good.             He must of never been to the corner, and spent the half an hour.                 Longer, where you could smell reality stronger.                    Where they sell you grease in a box and hope that you die quicker.                         And if your old enough to walk to the store you can buy liquor.                             Where you can find a dice game at any time of the night.                                  And somebody gets shot or stabbed every time there's a fight.

                                     ALLY     SHAUNDI     MATT     NERO     BOSS

                           WRITTEN BY SATURN, CHEYENNE, JESS, JEN, AND DANNY.

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@fleurdvlys || ⚜

     It hasn’t been long since she’s been saved from that hellscape Zinyak created for her. Yet even now she still has the fear that he’s going to scoop her back up and put her right back in it. Just the daily repeat of seeing him was undeniably dreadful. To be forced to marry Stefano over and over again, living out the horrors of being his wife, that’s not something she wanted to go back to. Such an arrangement made her resent her father for setting it up, and such an arrangement is what made her flee from Sicily way back when Earth was still there. Yet there’s still the underlying feeling of guilt and remorse for not forgiving her father, but of course, she couldn’t, if she had stayed in her birthplace she would’ve been forced into marriage with an absolute bastard. 

     She’s quiet as she approached the Boss, Mr. President to be exact. But what was there to be president of? America was gone, along with the rest of Earth, blown to bits by that damn alien fuck face ( fuck him, fuck his ships, fuck his simulations, fuck everything ). A hand is placed onto his shoulder,  ❝ Hey Boss, ❞ She breathes, an expression of sadness dancing across her features.

     ❝ Again, thanks for getting me out of there. ❞

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@fleurdvlys ||  ⚜

     ❝ The horsepower on this fucker’s amazing! And the engine, don’t even get me started! It’s got a three-point o L6 cylinder sittin’ in there, that can make any girl go wild! ❞ Her excitement over the car was a bit too obvious, yet when it came to any imported vehicle, Nero couldn’t hold back. ❝ The only thing to I don’t like about it is the fuckin’ color, who’d paint such a beauty that ugly ass green? I got the shit needed to paint it a real nice shade of dark orchid at my garage... if you want the car. ❞

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@fleurdvlys || ⚜

     Right-hand picks up a tissue as she brings it to his face, gently wiping away the remaining bit of blood around his nose. Her expression is solemn as she cleans his face. ‘  Don’t you know how I’m bloody feeling? ’ the phrase hits her in the heart with a PING! It would be an understatement if she simply said ‘ yes ’. She’s no stranger to humiliation, back ‘ home ’ it was a common experience. ❝ I know how it feels Boss, I know exactly how it feels. ❞

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@fleurdvlys

     Feet are quickly removed from the desk as the other steps into what Kyle would call an office. What it really is was a desk, surrounded by toolboxes and car parts tucked away in the far corner of the garage. Feet nearly knock over a can of Saints Flow but he catches it in time before it hits the floor. The car magazine he had been reading was hastily thrown into the trash. Kyle places his feet onto the ground, placing his forearms onto the desk and leaning forward ❝ Hey, you’re the ‘ Boss ’ right? ❞ He asks, curiosity spread across his features. ❝ Nero’s told me about you. ❞

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🔄 ( fleurdvlys )

@fleurdvlys

He let out a soft groan; waking up by the sense that something was wrong. What was wrong, Houston couldn’t pinpoint, however. 

He didn’t have his usual stress headache, which was odd. As he slowly opened his eyes and looked around, however, he couldn’t recognize the are he was in. 

Had he been kidnapped?

as he rubbed his face with one hand; he placed a hand on his stomach to rest. Neither felt right. 

His features too sharp and narrow- wait, where the hell was his mask?Hell, his body too narrow. 

What the fuck- he immediately jumped up; looking for a mirror or something in the strange room he was in.

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❛ … are you just afraid to meet new people ? ❜ ( fleurdvlys )

   @fleurdvlys !

   “YES. literally yes.” they sound a bit DEFENSIVE to that question, shoulders hunch for a few moments before trying to justify their social anxiety. “e- especially when people just… KNOW you’re in a gang, people either w- want to avoid you, use you or kill you. maybe all three at once.”

   “i- i’d rather not risk getting any of you hurt because i can’t s-seem to shut my damn mouth, OKAY? it- it’s better if i don’t say anything at all.” it’s better to keep quiet, they personally think that their thoughts and opinions BARELY matter. which is why they’re not exactly the most talkative saint out there.