#task19

[rubygracely]

interview | ruby & sasha

Ruby had been curious to meet up with Sasha. She had been in the market for a pet sitter, and Sasha seemed sweet and agreeable and didn’t annoy the shit out of Ruby. Claude had been a content dog, but Ruby was having some ambitious ideas, and she wasn’t entirely sure the sort of time they might take up. Leaving him alone for hours without someone to keep him company worried Ruby. She huffed a little as she pushed back the locks over her ginger hair. She had a notebook out in front of her as she lightly tapped a pen against the pad of paper. 

The cafe wasn’t too busy she planned on getting them a drink Sasha arrived. She heard the door bell chime open and saw as the brunette came into view. A small smile, what qualified as a smile for Ruby anyways, slipped across her lips as she stood up. “Hey Sasha. How are you,” she said waiting for the girl to approach so they could settle in and get started. @sashaxbellx

[kennedyknightxox]

Jonah. Kennedy’s nightmare. The man she was supposed to be able to trust. The man who raped her repeatedly, tortured her, and was the cause of her miscarriages.

[americanroyaltyxo]

Task #19 || NPC Drabble

"You see, we were born different. It's in our blood. And nothing that you do or say or steal… or dream up can ever change that."

“Are you sure you want to post this? Isn’t Elina your ex?”

Jacob bent his grin halfway up despite his brown eyes narrowing at the press reporter like two daggers.

“And?”

He asked but with a confidence that made the reporter suddenly and eerily unsure of Jacob’s intent. Of course, he was sure. The plan was to get Elina back, and the bad press played an intricate part in that persuasion. See, whether Elina believed it or not — she needed him. And he needed her, neither would survive in their world without the other. That wasn’t an exaggeration. It was a fact.

In Jacob’s mind, he and Elina were born and made for each other. His bad habits would get the better of him, and it would continue regardless of his promises. And he was entitled to them because they were born different than everyone else. They had a power that no one could touch because Elina and Jacob were of the same elite group. Only a woman like her was strong enough to handle his weak habits. She was a prize that he needed to hold. Some would not define his love for her as their definition of it, but it was authentic to him nonetheless. Love to him was like having power. You don’t just let that go. His eyes and appetite may wander from time to time, but to Elina, he would always return. Why couldn’t she see that? After all, Elina’s father did the same for her stepmother. Jacob knew how Elina saw their relationship. He knew everything about his darling ex, whether she wanted him to or not.

Keeping tabs on Elina was for her protection. So was this fake press piece. Jacob needed Elina to realize that without him this would continue to worsen. People wouldn’t care about her if she was on her own, but with him? Jacob could have the world begging for her. Applauding her every action and worshipping the ground she walked on. Success is what they both wanted, and they both needed it. Families like theirs would not settle for the unaccomplished ruin of their children. Together, and only together, would Jacob and Elina reach their full potential. Both families knew it and pushed them to be together. Elina was the only one fighting it, and for what? A chance to be truly loved? It was a pathetic fantasy she had that he would rip from the dreamer in her so that she could reach the potential she could be with him. Elina and her reputation were all that mattered, and he would destroy both if he could not have her. He was doing this all for her.

That’s love.

“Post the story.”

He commanded. The reporter, who may have his doubts, decided not to question it. After all, Cox was the last name signed on his paycheck. How could he say no? That’s the kind of power Jacob had. He knew how to use it, and he would use it to get Elina back. She needed a little push. She was no better than him. Her image was just as important to her as his image was to him. Deep down, he understood her better than anyone ever could. The thought only added to his argument that they needed each other. She needed him. And a few hours later, after the story hit the headlines, Elina proved that by sending a text.

[nicolamarchette]

Zapped

Her ledger was red. There was no taking it back. It was never her choice. Her entire life had been taken from her. Her targets never expected her to be the one who took their life. She was charming when she needed to be. Men became putty in her hands which only made her job that much easier. She was still deep undercover as she stood in the office. She had been summoned and she only assumed was that maybe something had changed. When she heard the doors open, she didn’t turn around. She kept her back turned.

“Are you ready?”

“What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to go undercover. Get close to someone.”

“Who?”

“You will be the perfect distraction for Captain America.”

She slowly turned to face the man. She could feel her heart start beating harder. Seeing the man she would rather see dead than be around. “Why?” She questioned.

“Are you questioning me? Tell me daughter, do you care about him?” He gripped her tightly by her wrist but with her training she was able to get out of his grasp easily. “Don’t touch me.” Her words angered him enough that he grabbed her roughly by the chin and made her look into his eyes. “I own you. You will do what I say….and if you think about running off….you’ll join your mother sooner than you think.”

“Go ahead then. Do it. Kill me. I can promise you this I will find a way to kill you myself.”

He grabbed her by the throat. Her eyes widened as oxygen quickly left her lungs. She reached up and grabbed his hand. “Are you foolish enough to think that I care? I would kill you but you daughter are my greatest weapon. Blood ties mean nothing to me. You are a means to a end. You will get close to him.” He let go of her throat. As much as she wanted to kill him in that moment she knew that it was too risky. “What do you have to say for yourself now?”

“Я готов отвечить.” (Ready to comply) She wait until her father had left the room and then left herself. Once she knew she was safe she pulled out her burner phone and pressed the speed dial. “Is the line secure?” She heard the voice on the other end. “Yes.” “Are you safe?” “For now. I’m going to need your help and you know that I don’t ask for it often.” She sighed. She knew that he would be her way in. “What do you need Agent Markov?” “He wants me to get close to Captain America, to distract him.” “Did he say why?” She shook her head. “No. Fury you know I wouldn’t ask…can you give me a way in.” “Tony Stark has a party coming up. Steve Rogers should be there. I’ll make sure you are that list…..and make sure you wear something nice. Stark’s parties are a little over the top.”

*Weeks later*

She was wearing a red dress. It didn’t take her long to go to the side of the room and observe. “You don’t look like your having fun. I noticed you from across the room.”

She smiled softly. “Well I’m not lonely now.” As much as she didn’t want to flirt she knew that she needed to in order to get the job done. “I’ve never been to a party quite like this before.” “What’s your name? I don’t recognize you.” She smiled a little bigger. “Now what would be the fun in giving you my name? Isn’t that the whole point of this? To be whoever we want to be even if it’s just for the night?” She watched him for a moment. “I like that.” She could sense the hint of a smile in his voice. “Would you like to dance?”

“Okay.” She said simply as she took the man’s hand. He lead her out onto the dance floor and put a hand on her hip before beginning to sway with her to the beat of the music. “So you want to be mystery girl tonight?” “Of course I do. Who doesn’t want to pretend to be someone, anyone else than who they really are for a night?” “It sounds like a perfect dream.” He murmured as he looked at her. “What does that even mean?” He laughed. “I don’t know but I like the sound of it. What should I call you…if I can’t know your name.” She laughed as she looked up at him. The song soon finished. “I should probably go mingle I guess.” “We don’t have to keep dancing.” She laughed. “Well dancing is only really enjoyable when you have the right partner.” “I could introduce to my friends…that is if I get your name.” She sighed. “Nicola and that’s all you get.” “Well Nicola. I’m Tony.”

Tony Stark. She had done her homework. Fury had provided her with a way in, with her invite. She let him lead her over to a group of people. She smiled softly as she stood next to him. “This is Clint, Bruce, Thor, and Steve.” She looked around at each person. When she looked at Steve she saw the bluest eyes she had ever seen. “Hello boys.” She said simply. She watched as they watched her for a moment. “This is Nicola.” She smiled softly as she stood there. Another song soon filled the room. “Who wants to dance?” She asked as she tried to keep conversation going. No one said anything. She thought for a moment and then walked over to Steve. “How about you? Do you wanna dance?”

Steve smiled as he looked at her. She extended her hand. “I don’t bite. One dance. Please.” She watched as he took her hand. “I don’t really know how to dance.” She laughed a little. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.” She brought him to the dance floor and looked up at him. “Put your hand on my waist.” She took his hand and put it on her waist, right where she wanted it. “Now I’m going to put a hand on your shoulder and then your hand goes in mine.” “I might step on your feet.” She smirked. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right partner to dance with.” She said simply as they slowly started swaying. “Just uhmmmm move to the rhythm and if you feel like it you can pull me closer.”

No sooner had the words left her lips did she feel him pull her closer. “Like that?” She smiled. “Just like that.”

It was like the entire world stopped turning. Sure she had danced with men before but this felt entirely different. That was it. It felt like they were the only two people in the room. The world around them was long forgotten as they swayed to the music. She found herself leaning in and resting her head on his chest. She couldn’t explain it. She was nervous but at the same time it felt the way it should. He smelled woodsy mixed with some citrus notes. She could vaguely smell vanilla and that seemed to ground her. She looked up into his ocean blue eyes and smiled softly. How close was she actually willing to get to him. ‘You can’t fall for him.’ She kept telling herself over and over again. She had no choice. “Everyone’s watching.” She whispered as the song still slowly faded into the background.

Steve watched her. He was curious as to why she has chosen him to dance with out of all the others. The truth was he had been watching her since she had first walked into the room. She was different than a lot of the women that came to the party and he had almost stayed home but changed his mind at the last minute. The way she fit into his arms, the way that they moved together. He blushed when he noticed that she had been looking at him while they danced. He noticed that she smelled like vanilla and citrus. The vanilla seemed to calm his nerves. His heart had raced when she had rested her head against his chest. Seeing her smile made him smile.

She slowly pulled away even though she didn’t want to. She wasn’t sure what to say. All she knew was that she didn’t want the moment to end. She kept repeating that she had a job to do over and over in her head. “I…I should….” She started to say. “Will you dance with me again?” His simple request made her melt. “You could have your pick of anyone that you want….why do you want me?” She asked as she looked into his ocean eyes. “Just dance with me.” The lights dimmed and soon the only light came from the chandeliers. The atmosphere changed from a twilight atmosphere into a starry night one. A slow waltz starts playing, the sweet notes from a violin filling the room. “One more dance, handsome.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. “What was that for?” She smiled as she held his gaze. “It just felt right. Don’t question it and just dance with me.”

[cheathatcher]

TASK 019.

loyalty

Through and through, Elias’s allegiance has always lain with the rebellion. If you have known Elias from the start, this shouldn’t come as a surprise. Being a victim to his own temper and an avid lover of causing chaos isn’t the greatest combination for keeping his disdain for Battenberg reined in. He’s seen far too many of his disadvantaged tributes die, too many families torn apart, and been directly in the harsh hands of Peacemakers or otherwise under the government’s control too many times to be anything but a rebel. 

It started after he’d won his games; filled with a slew of emotions that swirled hotly in him like a volcano waiting to erupt, he messed with the Gamemakers more often than not. Usually, he was able to get away with it, and if he couldn’t, he passed it off as being a mere prank with no malintent. Of course, even with that, there were consequences. So eventually, he grew to be more cautious --keeping his abhorrence and subsequent actions under tight wraps. It was around this time that Elias became aware of The Black Eagles. He knew it was something that he had to be apart of, and so thus, a rebel was born. 

[janneth-alegre]

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[mrnofxcksgivenxxx-blog]

The Hendrix Family Tree

“You don’t choose your family, they are god’s gift to you as you are to them.”

The Hendrix Family were always known for their Music, starting with Lucas’s grandfather. James Michael Hendrix Sr. (Grandfather: Alive) He was known for his country music, turned rock artist in the years of his music career. Music had always been in his blood, since he could even remember, and it was something he absolutely loved. He didn’t start in a garage band like Lucas had, instead he started off in a music classes until he finally hit it big. His first few tours started off in the states, it was long until he began touring the country. It was at the final stretch of his tour where he met the love of his life.

 Emilia Jane Stevenson (Grandmother: Alive) she oversaw the tour in England for James the two instantly clicked and he even extended his time in England just to spend more time with her and instead of going home back to the states, he stayed in England with Emilia. Pulled from his contract with his label and moved to England permanently. Within a few months the two were married and had a son – James Lexington Hendrix Jr.  

James Lexington Hendrix Jr. (Father: Alive) he was James Sr. and Emilia’s first born son. Just like his dad, he got into music at a very young age. Learning to play the guitar first, before any other instrument. He even started his first garage band at the age of fourteen. His band started off as ‘The Skull Heads’, they played mainly around schools as well as at open mic night. It wasn’t until he was 17 years old where they made it really big, getting signed by Black Label Records, instead of going to college he and his band signed with BLR and that’s when music became a priority in his life. 

During his time with is band he met a Victoria Secret Model Victoria Maria Wiles Nee Ortega Valdez (Mother: Alive). The two were pretty much inspirable. She was the reason James stopped sleeping around with random women or groupies. She found a way to hook him and she hooked him good. It wasn’t long til the two were married and welcomed their first child Lucas James Hendrix. When Lucas was two years old was when James took Victoria’s custody after coming home from tour seeing her high on drugs and a 2 year old crying not fed and definitely not changed. After James took Lucas from the house was the last time Lucas saw his mother. Now James is running Razor Red Label, which also signed Lucas and Noah’s band “Broken Republic”. While Victoria was placed in a rehabilitation program a few months. After her divorce with James she became a reborn again Christian, where she met Noah’s dad Malek Nasser. Of course that didn’t last long because of how she treated her son Noah. A couple of years later Victoria remarried Christopher Wiles a Reverend, which they always say “third times the charm”.

Noah Jamal North (Half Brother: Alive) is Lucas’s younger brother although not by much, however Lucas always loves to gloat on how he’s older then Noah. He always makes sure to remind his younger brother. The didn’t meet until Lucas was 13 years old once they actually found out about each other. Since the two have met, they’ve always had each other’s back no matter what and it was their decision after finding out they had music in common to start their own garage band called “Rat Mouse” where Noah does the guitar and vocals where as Lucas does the drums and vocals as well. And no matter what Lucas loves his brother and he cares about the fact that he’s open about his orientation even when their mother tries hard to “try” and change him. Lucas as does his best to protect his brother from anything and anyone almost protective of his little brother. Noah keeps Lucas in check, especially when he gets “a little” out of control, which happens more then none.

Louis Gabriel Valdez (Grandfather, Mother’s father, deceased.) Louis was a ruthless business mogul from Madrid, Spain. He made great connections and even greater enemies. He kept his work very quiet, his wife knowing nothing of the murders he just had to do…for business. He ended up moving his family to London, where he started anew. He and his wife, Norma, opened up a small floral shop- Flores Lindas. He drank red wine and enjoyed a cigar every night. He died soon after his daughter became a born again Christian. He never met Noah, but was extremely proud of Lucas. 

Norma Maria Ortega Valdez (Grandmother, Mother’s mother, alive) Norma was a stay at home mom, never really caring for much besides her beautiful daughter and her garden. She never questioned her husband but if he raised his voice at her, it was hell to pay. Norma was fiery, put too much food on the table, and has now encouraged her daughter to be the best Christian woman she can be. She would prefer her to be Catholic, but as long as she is off the pills, she’s happy. She cut off Noah the day she found out he was bi, but regular tries to keep in touch with Lucas. 

[bestdayproject]

Best Day Project #19: Prepare for the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse. 

What would your weapon of choice be in the event of a Zombie Apocalypse? 

I decided to be practical and develop my archery skills. However, my ideal weapon would be a metal pool cleaner covered in spikes and bees. Obviously.