#mrsionis

[loverslanetm]

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She looked up from her notepad at the other. A simple smile flashing at him. It was like a sense of dread seeped into every pore when he entered the room. A darkness...a danger that excudes from him. “ What can i do for you?” She asked , seeing as it was the other who entered the room with his ..entourage.

[imbxrbie]

❛ Listen, I know I already am not perfect enough, but can I at the least, leave this basement? I'm kind of hungry too. ❜

@mrsionis​

[loverslanetm]

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Her eyes examining the other. Black Mask always had been on her Radar. How could he not be? Mr. Sionis was as handsome as he was cruel. And sometimes pain was akin to love in a certain way. What she didn’t expect is to approach her. This place is packed with people of interest..mercenaries , killers , smugglers , yet he was seeking out her company. “ To what do i owe the pleasure?” She asked when he sat down next to her.

[loverslanetm]

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She walked in , covered in blood , her hands looking like she dug through someones chest to grab their beating heart. The clicking on her heels announced her appearence before her full body did. Both her hands carrying a tray with a silver dome over it. It looks very fancy , right up the other’s alley perhaps. Without a sound she places it down and lifts the dome. The Decapitated Head of a gangster  on the tray, he had been bothering the other for a while and Dawn heard about it endlessly. She also knew that Zsasz was busy with other things so she took it upon herself to fix this problem. “ You’re welcome..” 

[savagecuhnt]

"You killed them for me? Aw, you're always lovely like that, Rose!"

Chest heaves with her heavy breathing. The adrenaline still fresh and hot coursing through her as she glares down at the group of masked men she had just massacred in the name of Her employer. “They had been tracking you since we left the club. Blacked out windows in their SUVS. Military grade weaponry. Figured I’d take them out before they made a move.”

She walks over and kicks one of the men with her boot. Unresponsive. Their energy was cold. No survivors. “Don’t know who they are boss, but some one sent them.” She turns to face Roman, her hand coming up to wipe the warm crimson from her face. “And now look, they ruined my fuckin’ make up!” She buffs before turning back around and kicking her victim once again. “Sorry for the mess. Tried to be quick and efficient. Got a little out of hand.” A sudden sharp pain pulls her attention to her thigh. A bullet hole evident through her black skinny jeans. “And you fuckin’ shot me? Motherfucker!” One more kick for good measure.