I'll Speak to My Employer

Jamie Wesley. If you need to speak to my employer, you'll need to get past me first. I'll warn you, I'm a loaded gun. ((Indie RP Blog))

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He wanted to power on, but the mix of head trauma, days of unconsciousness, and medication took a step ahead of him. The hand on his chest dragged his eyes to look down, but the words hit in the head brought his eyes darting back up to meet hers. His fears were confirmed and he wasn’t sure how to confront them. All that carried from him was a few soft, breathless no’s and rocked between his feet trying to figure out what to do. Even though Jamies’ demand would be the only logical one.        Weak knees were his downfall in this and he manages to shuffle back enough to take a seat on the edge of the bed. His hands came up to rest on her arms if not for assisted mobility then the reassurance that she is actually there, that he wasn’t alone.

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It nearly hurt her more to hear him in such a state than it did to see him. She’d seen him hurt before, plenty of times if not as severely....But this? It was so rare to hear him speak, and for it to be this.... The only sign of her discomfort was the slight frown tugging at her lips. She was not one to show her distress, and now would be no different. 

“Edgar,” she repeated his name, voice firm and even, the opposite of his own, “You’re going to be okay. It’s okay now.” Her own hands moved along him with ease, one settling on his shoulder while the other cupped his cheek with rare gentleness, “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to take care of you. Now calm yourself.” 

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@therxghthand from Edgar

Merry Christmas.

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“.....I am pleased. Very good work. “

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The sweater and hat are for your creature. Merry Christmas, Edgar. @samekindofbadasme

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   The change of atmosphere was enough to scream Jamie liked what she saw. The blonde mercilessly doing what she did best – destroy. It wasn’t like Maria was here for any other reason. Sure, Jamie was stunning and ripping a man’s heart out had it’s own special kink, but the actual business? That was tuned out. Like a battle trained pit bull, she was. Waiting for the command to wrap it’s jaws around it’s prey.

   Arms returned to their dormant position at her chest watching as the man withered in pain, even as the brunette, dainty with her touch, raised his chin ever so slightly. Blood still dripped from his nose and the right side of his face was puffy as she stumbled upon his words. Barking them out silently, at first. Maria’s icy cold gaze burned into him. Patient. Jamie, on the other hand, couldn’t be relied on her patience, while she had more than most in the business, she was a ‘straight to business’ kind of girl. “You know, I play a mean Nutcracker, and I don’t think it’ll be a tune you’d like to hear.” The dry tone rolled off of the demoness’ tongue.

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A soft laugh brushed past her lips at the demoness’ words. It was a thing of beauty, the power they held over the man trembling on the ground. It would have been so easy to make him cry, make him choke on his own blood...But Jamie wasn’t needlessly cruel. No, she worked with solid rhyme and reason behind every move, and right now her prime concern was getting information. He was cooperating but he was taking a bit long...

A sharp slap landed against his cheek, a hissed “hurry up, speak” accompanying it. There, just enough to motivate, but not enough to further maim. The words tumbled forth freely now, and she took it in with calculated ease as her mind began working over the logistics of the deal. 

“Interesting. That’s all I need to know, then. I’ll have a contract drawn up. Now get out of here.” The last bit was sneered, distaste evident as she rose and returned to Maria’s side. “Escort him out if you’d like, as long as he survives the ride, do what you’d like.”

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Whatever state this was that he was in, it was calm. Whether it was a deep sleep, or induced, he couldn’t tell, but at the same time, he was not burdened to bother.     The last conscious memory before his dark settlement was looking down at Jamie. The context of their situation was not easily grasped and came as brief clips that did not align in accordance to the actual order. He knew he did not want to go to sleep. How he knew that he would is a question in its self but he simply knew he didn’t want to. An in the moment before, he looked to Jamie, and wanted to tell her so. But the words were caught not by his condition but by the same cause that rendered him incapable to move. He felt fear, as honest and pure as it could come, then fell back down a dark tunnel until he was engulfed in darkness.

     Edgar only became aware as he recognized and annoying crinkle at the back of his mind. It was annoying and disturbing his rather peaceful state. It slowly woke him in the way that a soft alarm or insistent dog would. He didn’t exactly want to, but knew he had to. So he soaked in the mildly numb feeling against his palm. Like something has been resting there for a time, or not. His nerves were not quite in tune and picked up Jamies’ touch as static. A metallic smell wafted with every breath and every second one he caught a tinge of antiseptic…        His lids slowly lifted with a weight behind them that caused weak struggle. When his vision focused enough to make out the lights above him and the iv’s that loomed in his peripherals it wasn’t long for them to grow wide. One second he could barely keep awake, and the next he was frantic and looking about when he was hit with the reality of where he was. The conscious memory and the clips that accompany it came to.      His first real motions was the immediate urgency to rip the iv’s from his arms and the monitor patches from his chest, abandoning the hand that held his. The rate at which his heart pumped and the delayed rush of rising from such a long sleep gave him the push he needed to force himself up and from the bed. His mobility was dampened though and he was still confused. He knew the where, but he wasn’t all to sure on the why and how and when. He knew time had gone by. But he wasn’t sure how long. But his fears were strong enough to have him frantically muttering and humming ‘no’s under his breath and shaking his head. His eyes finally meeting the other body in the room with equal fear as the last time he looked at her. He wanted to leave and he was in the violent staggered motions of doing so.      He’s a large mammal taken from the comfort of its natural habitat and forced into synthetic walls. Somehow, he has to get out. Or, at least, that’s what fear has quickly led his confused and battered mind to believe.

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It was a shock sometimes, that a man so large could move so quickly. She’d certainly never expected to be dozing off one moment and staring into panic filled eyes halfway across the room the next. Relief washed over her, he was awake, that was a good sign...but it was short lived as concern had her springing to her feet. 

“Edgar...” his name rolled off her tongue easily, commanding as always but lacking the usual diamond-hard edge. No, she was softer now, if only minutely. A slender arm wrapped around him, a deceptively delicate hand settled on his chest. She’d drag him to bed if he had to, but didn’t see that coming. Even if he’d had enough in him to get up, she doubted he’d have enough to stay up.

One step forward led to another, and then another. “Get back in bed, or you’ll make things worse. You got hit in the head, you were out for a couple of days. I’ve taken care of things. It’s....You’re going to be okay. I promise. You’re going to be okay...it’s alright now...” her voice dropped to a whisper, the truth of the statement hitting her as much a she hoped it hit him. He was awake. He’d be okay now, she’d make sure of it. 

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@samekindofbadasme

The steady beep and drip of hospital equipment lulled her into a nearly trance like state. With no more emails to check, no more plans to make, or texts to send...There was nothing left to do but wait. How long had she been there? Since they moved him into the private room...two days ago? Yes, just shy of 48 hours ago.... 

She could remember the night’s events in flashes, a normal meeting gone wrong, the flash of bullets flying by, the familiar give of a trigger under her finger as she returned fire. Then they were close, too close. Edgar was in front of her, wrapped around her like a wall of armor as thick scales absorbed the shock of the assault.

And then there was the one blow he couldn’t take...the pipe coming down in a swift swing and crashing into his skull. He was down before he could retaliate, the flash of pure panic on his features still burned into her mind. They’d won, in the end. The man who’d struck him beaten half to death at her own hands before she was running off to the hospital with the medics. He was still in containment, her instructions for proper hospitality followed even as she sat at the guards bedside. 

A quiet sigh escaped her, pale with worry and exhaustion as her hand found his once more. She wouldn’t leave him. It had taken time, to become...whatever they were, and she wasn’t going to give it up. She’d be there when he woke up. When, not if.

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Mafia AU

@samekindofbadasme

Unorthodox. Illegal. Infamous. All words that could be used to describe the petite brunette making her way down to the arena. It wasn’t everyday a woman wormed their way into a position of power, one thinly veiled with trophy men acting as figureheads, targets....She was the right hand, not her father, not her brothers. No. She was the Boss’s favorite, the one who got things done. Nobody ever expected the danger that came with a pretty face with a lot of charm in this city. 

That being said, she’d had the good sense to find someone people did fear at a glance. A brick wall of muscle with a gentle soul easily bent to her will. A smile curled ruby red lips as she strolled boldly into the locker room, passing by a few other boxers without so much as a glance. 

“Edgar, you need to take him down in the second round, we have a meeting tonight and no time to play around.” she chirped as the man in question came into view. “The bets have been set, so I expect you not to let me down.” A hint of sincerity worked itself into her grin, “You rarely do.”

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   As Jamie’s purr concluded a devilish grin found her lips and the blonde stepped forward eyeing the man like a cat to a mouse. “You heard the nice lady. A little bit of punishment is in order.” Maria concluded and, in the same smooth motion, gripped the man’s wrist twisting his arm behind his back and popping his shoulder out of place.

   Oh, but she wasn’t done yet. The demoness was strong, duly noted by his shoulder. Maria let out a pleased chuckle and slammed him down – hard – into the adjacent table, breaking his nose on impact. As she pulled him back up blood smeared the table and dripped from his nose, down his chin. Maria leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Next time won’t be this easy!” She pulled him up straight and gave him a little shove. “Don’t be late again.” The blonde hissed through gritted teeth.

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Jamie watched with an expression that could only be interpreted a lust, pupils blown wide and lips slightly parted in excitement. She was normally the one bringing men to their knees in pain, but oh what pleasure could be found in watching another beautiful woman do the work for her. 

She took a deep breath, setting her features back in an impartial mask as Marie finished the little tease. “Thank you, now I do hope the message has been conveyed...” she chuckled as the man’s face contorted in agony and her fell at her feet. Kneeling down, she tilted his chin up with one slim finger, “Now, please do tall me about those investments gone wrong you’re looking to unload?”

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((I just wanted to make a psa saying I’m gonna be a little more scarce now that classes have started, but I’m still going to be on every few days and I’m ALWAYS up for things on skype! If anyone would like my skype name, just shoot me a message :D))

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thexdevilsxsecretary:

therxghthand:

She drew in a slow, deep, breath and gradually relaxed her hold on the blondes throat. Karen was good at begging at least. It was rare, but at least she was able to recognize the need for it. Her hand still rested against Karen’s subtle skin as she pulled back enough to look her over. The tears rimming her eyes and the darkened, oxygen-deprived, hue of her features brought a smirk to her lips. 

Message convayed. No need to continue.

“Good. I’m very pleased to hear it, Miss Page,” her voice was almost sickeningly sweet now, the fury from moments before contained and forced away until it was needed once more. Wesley’s hand finally fell away, straightening out the bracelet hanging on her wrist and pressing her rings more firmly against her fingers. “Now, I trust you know not to mention this little altercation as well, yes?”

She coughed a couple of times when Jamie finally let go of her throat, breathing heavy before she looked up again. She felt defeated, embarrassed even. There was nothing, nothing that she hated more than begging. But the strength of the tiny woman was something she hadn’t expected. She blinked away the tears and tried to look as unaffected as possible, pretending the last minutes never happened.

 She nodded, that was all she could manage for now because her throat hurt like a bitch and she needed water. The sweetness of Jamie’s voice almost made her stomach twist. She was really excellent at doing her job. She didn’t even flinch, not once and Karen was sure she would kill her if it became necessary. 

Swallowing thickly, she tried to speak. Her voice sore and the tears back in her eyes, but she knew Jamie wanted an answer.

„I won’t mention it. I promise.“

Unlike her employer, Jamie wasn’t one for overkill. No, she was not about to waste time or energy on such acts. Brutality, well, sometimes it was necessary, but she tried to make sure it was used efficiently. This time, she’d more than succeeded.

Her smile grew just slightly, the perfect mask of political ease falling back into place as she readied herself for the crowd waiting. That job was finished, now back to the bigger matters at hand. 

“Wonderful. Now, come along,” she tutted with an abundance of false cheer, an arm snaking around Karen’s waist and leading her out once more.

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ireallycannotsee:

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NOT A CHANCE LOSER

[~YOU KNOW IM ON TONIGHT MY HIPS DONT LIE~]

[PARKOUR]

BITCH

SHIT. BOI GOT LEGS.

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natashiisms continued from here

A hint of a smile played on her lips. There were few people she would willingly obey, and Natash was one of them...in these circumstances. “As you wish. Hm, Thai maybe? I’m not very picky.”

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thexdevilsxsecretary continued from here

A throaty chuckle escaped her, looking up at Karen with half-lidded eyes and a lazy grin. “Oh? A way to relieve stress you say? Well, I am all ears..” she murmured between kisses.

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"Honey, you know why we can't do that."

She let out a harsh sigh, head tipped back and chin jutting out in a defiant pout. “I may know why we can’t, but that doesn’t make me want to less. People like him deserve that kind of treatment.”

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natashiisms:

“A lot of people would say that about you, Jamie. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw rocks.” Natasha had no time for her hypocritical self-righteousness. 

“Well…” she trailed off, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips despite herself, “You’re not wrong.” Even if Jamie would consider those people misguided. “If I can’t handle things that way, then how should I? This is more your business than mine.”

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Bang Bang~

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kingtakesbishop:

The sarcasm earned her a disapproving glance: but it was welcome all the same. It was somewhat settling to see the spark of live his sister held creeping back in through the mug of the painkillers and the days of silence beyond the whirr and buzz of machines. Those had been the most trying moments for Wesley, when the allowance of denial was spent and he was forced to face the unwelcome and stark possibility that his sister may not wake up, even though she beat her way back twice on the table as he’d watched in helpless terror.

Leaning back in his seat, hands on his knees and head tipping back, Wesley responded. “You’re not allowed flowers in hospitals now. Not usually. Something to do with reducing the risk of contamination. I’ll get you plastic ones.” A smile was twitching at the edge of his lips, “Maybe even a teddy, we both know you’ve a soft spot for stuffed animals even if you’ll never admit it, Jamie.” Twisting his head, he gave her a sidelong glance, coupled with the arc of a brow, “It’s somewhat unsettling that I believe you could plot revenge in that condition.”

Sighing once, and swiping a hand along his face (while nodding his agreement behind it) James said, “I’ll bring it. But you need a few more hours sleep before you begin to stress over any current assignments.” He was still watching her from the corner of eyes before he pushed himself forward with a small groan, reaching for a jug of water on the bedside table and pouring a glass of water (slowly, obviously and very deliberately putting a straw into it as well), before handing it to his sister. “Here, all that taking I bound to have left you thirsty.”

She nearly snapped at the mention of her rather childish soft spot. It wasn’t as though she held onto them, but he wasn’t wrong. “Shut up, James,” she mumbled with a roll of her eyes.” She never would admit it. 

“And you’re right that I could, in fact, I’m disappointing in myself. I should have been plotting away while I was taking my little nap,” a short coma, not a little nap, but Jamie wasn’t about to call it that. 

Her fingers curled around the glass, a sigh passing her lips at the straw. She would have taken it out, but her jaw was stiff and her muscles were still moving too slowly from the painkillers flooding her system. “Thank you..” she sighed begrudgingly, sipping the water through the straw. It was odd, feeling the cool liquid pass over her chapped lips and clear away the remaining hoarseness of disuse from her throat. She set it aside, giving him a weary smile, “I think I might sleep...the sooner I do, the sooner I can get back to being a menace, right?”

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ayellowbirds:

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cluckyeschickens:

Okay so we have this rusty old thing in our one flower bed that would make an awful noise when you turned it and Buck Buck absolutely hated the sound of it, freaking out every time, wanting to somehow fight it??? Anyway, I haven’t turned the Sphere of Rage for several years now and figured I’d see if it can still work its great and terrible magic.

Oh My God

I love how he runs past the other chicken like OUT MY WAY BITCH I’M ‘BOUT TO FIGHT

i assumed Buck Buck was the one in the foreground but NOPE.