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She sins to forget that she has a heart.

Maram Rimawi (via wnq-writers)

alicescotts:

Alice had passed the park many times on her way home from work, and not seen a single homeless person begging in her life. Sure, if they were talking Chicago it was a completely different story, but this was a small town and the blonde was fairly certain they didn’t actually have any beggars.

When Taryn suggested the drive-in, she frowned a little. Not at the suggestion, at the movie in question. While A Christmas Story wasn’t on her top list of favourites, Alice knew the reason the other had suggested it was so that they didn’t have to talk, or have any awkward silences. Besides, when liquor was involved, it was hard to be awkward. “Sure. Drive-In it is.”

“Great.” Showing the least amount of enthusiasm as the word implied. The other didn’t sound so thrilled about her option either but if they were just going to sit outside then it might as well be because of a movie. Plus if she had, to be honest, the film holds a special place in her heart. The dysfunctional family was kind of adorable and the whole shoot your eye out part was just plain funny. The fact that it’s still a relevant movie that plays during the holiday season was proof enough and there were plenty of ways to get drunk watching it. She wasn’t the first person to come up with a game to the movie.

“I can drive.” Nodding her head towards the light green Prius that was parked a few feet away from them. Relieved they had gone in the direction of her vehicle in the first place.

#ch: alice

avaramone:

When Ava had texted Taryn, it was because she wanted out. She’d been thinking about it for a while, wondering why she’d ever joined in the first place. She supposed she felt wanted. Thought maybe this was her chance to act out and feel like herself. And she had felt pretty included to begin with. But now? What was her purpose? What would they do if she wasn’t considered an efficient member? The uncomfortable feeling crept back into her stomach like a bug that wouldn’t leave, as she pulled her headphones out from approaching two women in the driveway of a house. She was on time. Always was.

She was curious about what Taryn was doing with a house like this one, looking at it and feeling as though it was a little too big for one. Ava nodded at her friend, and simply looked at the realtor. There was no need for smiles and niceties. After all, her little talk with Taryn wasn’t going to be the most pleasant, she could tell.

Ava was quiet which wasn’t unusual but also meant that they needed to ditch the other woman as quickly as possible. Taryn agreed but only because the woman’s pantsuit was irritating to look at and made the woman’s muffin top the focus of the ensemble which was even more unfortunate. Though she did give the woman credit, she opened up the door and scurried back to her car faster than she’d thought. She almost wondered if the woman was used to people making her stay out here, or if she was just that scared of her. She liked to think it was the latter.

“Okay, time is of the essence. I already don’t like this place because there is linoleum in the halls.” She turned up their nose, entering first to see the awful fake tile that greeted them in the atrium of the house. Turning back to Ava, she lifted a brow as if to prompt the girl to speak. “So what’s up?”

#ch: ava

The whole underground fight club was amusing to Taryn as she’d visited more hardcore ones in Chicago and this one? It was more of a garage type. Nonetheless, Lincoln had shown her around a few times and had even gotten her to try her hand at it. Shown her who the big wigs were and one happened to catch her eye, the ringleader of sorts, who was just finishing a round in the ring. She was only there tonight to watch- get a taste for who she’d be up against when the time came for when she’d put her name in the hat to play with.

Most people who participated looked as if they were part of the homeless population in Muddy Waters and though she wasn’t sure how big that was, he stood out. Hanging by the cage to wait for him to exit, she pushed past some of the others waiting to talk to him and matched his stride. “Nice to see the owner of this little freak show doesn’t just make others beat the shit out of each other.” Raising a brow to say she was impressed even if she wasn’t. “At least people were smart not to bet against you.” Knowing that the people here threw their money in any which way a bet allowed them to try to make a buck. The collective cheers when he’d won had told her that much.

@sorenrockwell

#ch: soren

Pulling her Prius up along the side of where her GPS had said the house’s address was, she was surprised it wasn’t a total piece of shit from the outside. The monthly price for renting the place was a little high in her opinion for Muddy Waters, but the place was on the nicer side. Just because she’d grown up in the slums didn’t mean she wanted to live in them. Even her apartment in Chicago was on the fancier side, completely mirroring her minimalistic style. This older ranch style house didn’t but it would just have to do.

The realtor's car was in the driveway and she watched as Ava pulled up, pleased with the promptness of the younger girl. Getting out she moved to greet the smiling older woman who looked like a pre-jail Martha Stewart. The similarities were uncanny. “If you just let us in and then stay out here-” Motioning towards the girl who was joining them, “Then we will look over everything and I’ll let you know what I think when we’re done.” Giving the lady a long look before slipping her a bill. Taryn didn’t want to have a cheery old lady shadowing them. She could figure out what a bedroom was versus the kitchen. It wasn’t rocket science.

“Ava.” Nodding her head at the brunette and looking back at the realtor. “This nice lady is going to let us in and then you can start talking.”

@avaramone

#ch: ava

text | taryn

Ava: Why would I trust anyone with them??? or anything??

Ava: it's not about that

Ava: okay just text me the address and I'll meet you there

Ava: finally finding somewhere to live that isn't a used motel room?

Taryn: Good point. Don't.

Taryn: More like finally accepting that I might be here a while....

Taryn: 29 N Henderson, see you then.

#t: ava

text | taryn

Ava: What why would you trust it isn't about boy issues???

Ava: never mind i dont want to know why

Ava: when's the meeting?

Taryn: Why would you trust me with something like that? That's a Ricky or Atreus issue. Actually, scratch that. They aren't good role models.

Taryn: I don't date. And I don't recommend doing so if that is what it's about.

Taryn: An hour and a half from now.

#t: ava

text | taryn

Ava: hi

Ava: can we talk? I don't know who else to talk to

Taryn: I trust this won't be about boy issues, so yes.

Taryn: You can come to my motel room if you want.

Taryn: Otherwise I am being shown a house to rent if you'd rather tag along to that meeting.

#t: ava #.

jack-mw:

Jack heard the steps approaching from behind, already suspecting who it was because there weren’t that many people in Muddy Waters who took their health seriously. He slowed but never stopped, looking over at her as she fell into place beside him. “Yeah, I guess.” He wasn’t about to admit that he was avoiding Ricky’s street. “I take the long way when it’s cold out.”

She was very grateful when Jack slowed his pace a little, not even insulted that he didn’t think she could keep up. Even with running almost every day, she was still shorter which had a lot do with how fast she could go. Plus even if she did try to keep up at his original pace it would do her more harm than good. So she kept the snide comments to herself because out of most people in town, this one she couldn’t find a reason to hate. Though she was a little determined to do so.

“The long way when it’s cold out?” Repeating his words back to him in the form of a question. “How does that make any sense? Unless you like freezing your buns off and trying to avoid and black ice.”

#ch: jack

agent-ambrosi:

“Dirty degenerates,“ he echoed, “harsh, you don’t care if someone hears you? Might get you in trouble.” Luca had to pretend he didn’t know who she was or she affiliated with, it was a risk but one worth taking and if he ever got in trouble because of his mouth well it was a good thing he can handle himself.

“Thanks for the tip on the potato salad, but I think I’m staying,“ he gave her a knowing smile but said nothing else, with half a million on the line, the town would attract more and more of the degenerates she despised so much.

A smile stretched from her lips, genuine which was hard to get out of Taryn, but his words were taken more of a compliment than he’d meant them to be. “Let someone hear. What would they do? Can’t get in trouble for making an insult.” Lifting her shoulders into a shrug as she knew that much was true. Though she had a feeling he meant trouble to be more on the side of the gang presence in the town. “Plus, I’m a big girl. I can handle a little bit of trouble.” The smile now gone from her features as fast as it had come.

“Suit yourself.” She truly didn’t think he’d take her advice on leaving, no one did, but it opened up the opportunity for her to ask some questions. “What brought you to Muddy Waters anyways?”

#ch: luca

jeb-ayy-brams:

Jeb, shocked that Taryn had actually apologised to him. She struck him as someone who refused to admit that she was wrong (mostly because he didn’t get along with her that well and that was something he hated), so it took him as surprise. For that reason, he didn’t bother to respond.

He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, cockiness radiating from his body. Taryn continuing to admit that she had overreacted was hilarious to him, and he took a mental note to not forget about it. “Yeah, but I ain’t afraid to admit it,” he grinned, shrugging. Jeb didn’t believe that he was a dick, but that he acted like a dick - and by that he meant like an idiot. “Who the fuck knows?” he replied, although his tone was more cheerful than how he actually felt about the situation, “Haven’t seen him from, like, the other night.”

She was already regretting turning the button inside of her that shut off her smart-ass retorts. Jeb’s amusement with the situation was showing and probably because he thought he now had the upper hand. Sure, Taryn had relented, but not because she was actually wrong. But because this way he would actually talk to her without handing insults right back and at this point, she needed connections in town. Even if they came in the form of a twenty-something millennial with an apparent chip on his shoulder.

“Didn’t say you were.” Shrugging off his cheeriness, not about to match it with her own. Even if he was actually being genuine she never trusted someone who was happy. It didn’t make sense to her since temporarily it was a fine emotion but it never lasted. “Don’t you two always stick together?” Wondering if she had indeed gotten it wrong then with the other. “Either way, it doesn’t really matter. Now you have this little guy to follow you around.” Nodding her head at the dog he was still holding the leash of, praying it wasn’t going to try to come up to her.

#ch: jeb

deathsheadbrea:

Brea stood on tiptoe and reached up carefully towards the can of pie filling, her mask placed gently over her face and a Santa hat sitting jauntily atop her head. She was starting to gather things already for a small Christmas dinner, just her and Vince and maybe a few others if they agreed (she’d even invited Dr. Fields). However, she was struggling to reach the tin can above her. She looked over to the taller person beside her and tapped their shoulder. “Do you mind grabbing that can for me?” she asked, tilting her head and looking up at them curiously through the slight veil over the eyes of her mask.

Originally posted by gael-garcia

When she went to look in the direction of the voice that was calling her to help, Taryn’s initial glare was soon replaced with one of confusion. She had to take a double look and then look around the store before realizing this wasn’t a dream. The woman had some horrifying plague mask on but countered it with a Santa hat and it had to be the most ridiculous thing she’d ever seen. Chicago was a hub for all those eccentric and peculiar but this was just plain odd.

“Please let this be a dream.” She muttered softly to herself before moving down the aisle and reaching up to grab the can the other was struggling to reach. Holding it out tentatively Taryn couldn’t help but stare, still a little dumbfounded. “Why do you look like some child’s worst nightmare?”

#ch: brea

dreamydreamerdreams

Mornings were Taryn’s favorite time of the day. She could wake up, do yoga to center herself, go on a run and all before the grind of the day really began. Today was no different as she went through her routine and found herself downtown near the park. She ran the same alternating paths every other day to make sure the distance from her house, around the house, and back totaled in five to seven miles. Depending on the day and how much she actually felt like running.

Because she had a routine in place, she generally saw the same people when she was out. Normally she didn’t talk to any of them but upon seeing one of those familiar faces she figured it would be fine to break one of her rules. Catching up to Jack, pushing her pace a little, she fell into step beside him. “Haven’t seen you around lately. Find a new route or something?”

@jack-mw

#ch: jack

linkxarmitage:

Pleasantly surprised that she came prepared and appeared entirely ready. This wasn’t something to learn half assed, if she was going to learn to fight it had to be done properly. He might not have been the best choice, but he’d teach her how to get it done. “A librarian?” he questioned, attempting not to sound judgemental but it was an odd choice for a fight and an odd one to lose. Apparently this was a agreement long overdue. “Well alright then. Consider her going to get her ass beat when you’re done here” he commented, pulling tightly at the straps, securing the gloves at his wrists. God did gloves feel weird after using his knuckles to break facial bones for so long.

His eyesbrows furrowed slightly at her next comment, wondering what was about to happen that would make his blood boil. And then she said it, and his gaze dropped to the floor, composing himself as if it were no big deal. It was a big deal. This was the first Syndicate member, that he knew of, that was aware of this relationship, and he was well aware that it was not going to be pretty when the rest found out. “Well before we get to that very fun conversation that i’m awfully looking forward too. How about you show me what happened with this librarian and give me your best shot?” this was how he trained. Find out how truly bad she was and work from there.

“Hold up!” She was now highly offended that he’d think she’d actually lose to a girl as frail as Lydia. Just because someone needed to get better at fighting didn’t mean they were useless. Most of the time Taryn didn’t need to exert physical force in her job but she could at least take out a librarian. “I didn’t lose the fight, Lincoln.” Smiling a little more freely now as he’d clearly underestimated her. He was still going to put her on her ass but she felt a little better about it now.

The sarcasm that came when she mentioned his little tryst was going to be fun to explore later. As long as he didn’t weasel himself out of the conversation. For now, she let it slide and focused on the real reason she was here. Gloves on and strapped in herself she moved to stand across from him and nodded her head. “Well I won’t lunge at you like I did her, but okay. Here goes.” Taking a deep breath to center herself before swinging her right fist at him.

#ch: link

alicescotts:

Alice had simply learnt not to let other people bother her. It was rare that she took words to heart, and took in what other people said or uttered about her, and she found that the small town was more gossip than the entire of Chicago. Instead, she simply took notice and noted it down for later. It was always interesting to know, but it was never something she took on board. It meant she knew who to look out for, who was genuine.

She raised an eyebrow at Taryn when she mentioned going to her place. “Good, because I have no intention of doing that.” Rolling her eyes, Alice began walking in the direction of the liquor store. “I was thinking of slumming it at the park. Always looks fun in the movies.” Plus the alcohol would keep them warm.

While Taryn followed, she was still wary of the invitation itself. Especially when Alice mentioned just going to the park like a couple of homeless people. “I don’t know kind of what movies you watched. The only people who drink in the park are those who brunch and hobo’s drinking the money they begged for that day.” Realizing that it was different being in a smaller town but the idea still remained the same.

It was cold out and while sitting outside making small talk with Alice was better than her original plans, Taryn still wasn’t sold. “You know, they are playing A Christmas Story at the drive in. Which I still can’t believe they exist anymore but that’s beside the point. We could always make a drinking game out of how many times someone cusses, the kid cries, the bb gun thing is mentioned.” Offering up a similar option that she’d hope meant less personal talking between the two.

#ch: alice

jeb-ayy-brams:

“You think anyone other than you gives a fuck where my dog goes to the bathroom?” he replied, looking Taryn square in the face. Obviously, no one wanted their shoe covered in shit, but he was about to pick it up and she wouldn’t have even known about it to complain if she had arrived two minutes later.

Jebediah had to take a moment to not snap at the woman calling his son a ‘gremlin’. To say he was defensive over Teddy was an understatement, but he knew that showing any frustration would just drive her further. “See, here’s the thing, yeah? You’re criticising a dog taking a shit in the street. Why don’t you just look at where you’re walking? You’re a fuckin’ prick, bruv.”

He had a good point, but surely someone would care if it became a habit. Then again he did have a bag in his hand so he had been planning to pick it up. In an unusual moment of clarity, Taryn took a deep breath and calmed down. It wasn’t like her shoes were ruined forever and taking out her frustrations on someone that had nothing to do with them. “Sorry.” She was already exhausted from her run and as much as she loved to piss Jeb off, he wasn’t worth it.

“I wasn’t paying attention, happy?” Throwing his own words back in his face as she just sighed and looked back at him. Getting mad over an accident wasn’t going to do anything but waste time like tossing around insults all day. “You’re kind of a dick too, you know.” A smile now curling up as she said it. “Where’s that shadow of yours? Your brother I think?”

#ch: jeb

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