SCREW THE RULES.

they see a killer. a girl with a wicked smile and knives hidden in worn down boots. let them see that, and not the kind girl you still are. indie & selective john wick oc. written by farrah.

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mightyheroics‌:

    He chuckles, though it’s not exactly because anything is particularly funny. Maybe it’s because she’s a child and she’s talking about taking down the High Table. But maybe she had more right than most of them, given that she would inherit the outcome, for better or for worse. If they won, what would happen to the rules? To the laws? To the Continental and the coins and blood oath markers? Would all that crumble, too? He didn’t want a free for all. Gang wars, hails of bullets in the streets, innocents getting caught up as collateral damage. But there had to be a different way to keep people in line.

      There would have to be rules, there would always have to be rules, but the games the High Table played with the lives of everyone beneath them, that had to stop. He wasn’t even sure what the best outcome would be, and that was one reason they couldn’t just walk in and start shooting. There was a long game - one he was sure Winston was playing, though perhaps at his expense. There would be a power vacuum, and if they weren’t careful, it would consume them all like a black hole.

      “There are different types of war,” he says, by way of explanation. He scratches the dog behind the ears and shakes his head. “Not everything is guns and knives and boots on the ground. Sometimes war is precision and tactical advantages. A scalpel instead of a hammer. Sometimes it’s making allies out of enemies. The High Table is human. They feel, they have flaws and desires. They think they are safe. That’s why they aren’t. We don’t have to take down the whole table. Just the ones holding it up.”

      she bites into the rest of her apple as she lets her thoughts consume her for a moment. if she’ll be honest (  which is pretty much a good chunk of her personality  ), she hadn’t thought much about what it would take to bring down the high table, and the consequences of it after. mostly because she never thought she’d play a part in it. sure, she had been obvious about her dislike, but juliet had figured if there was a war at play ----- then she’d just be on the sidelines, watching it from a far.

but now that she is a part of all this? she wants to do her part. even if that meant waiting it out and taking refugee while those above try to figure out where they’ve disappeared. juliet hasn’t been a victim of the high table, not really, but she has heard what they’ve done. mostly to the man sitting in the chair a few feet away from her. she might not be a good person, but she’ll be damned if she won’t try to do the right thing. the underworld might be full of criminals and killers, but they were still human. and they deserved to be treated better then puppets on a string.

she finishes the rest of her apple and as one leg curls up into her chest, she aims it towards the waste basket and throws the remains. score. there’s a satisfied grin before her attention returns towards john. an eyebrow arches as she hears him talk (  probably the most he’s said to her this whole time  ), and shoulders move up into a shrug. he has a point. ‘  that’s a different way of looking at it. i guess it’s just hard to remember that those in power are human.  ’ it was so easy to think they weren’t. ‘  but you’re right. i suppose that’s why we’re down here, instead of up there and causing bloodshed.  ’

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streetmagic·:

It was difficult for him to visit Gotham, as much as he loved his sister city. And how could he not? She was breathtaking to behold, with her art nouveau style and otherworldly aesthetic — everywhere you looked there were these…expressive, asymmetrical, organic lines carved into the buildings, like vines of stone and glass. 

That was just it, though. It was the beauty of her smile that made the suffering behind it that much more palpable. He could feel her pain with breath he took, Richard sucking it in deep, filling his lungs, tucking it away somewhere behind his rib cage so he wouldn’t forget.

There were so many people in need, here. Not just the homeless or just the poor or just the weak but…all of them. Fuck. These people had a disease. There was something lurking out there in the dark, festering within the hearts and souls of the community, eating away at them.

So he fought back. Even right at this moment, performing sleight of hand for smiling faces and skeptical eyes , he was fighting back. 

Speaking of which.

     “ Tch. Scamming people, obviously. “

Damn, homegirl really had a chip on her shoulder, huh? That’s cool, disbelief was all a part of the game. It was the same reason that some people had a plug in the crowd — someone to boo and jeer and talk shit until it was time for their ‘ mind to be blown. ‘ 

If anything, she’d just end up making him that much more credible.

      “ Whadda’ you say, folks? Should         I scam the nice lady? “

       she was a gotham resident, through and through. juliet’s never known any other city as well as she does this one, and it’s that fact alone that should tell her how shit her life has been. they’re right when they say you can never leave home (  this is especially true when you’re talking about gotham  ). everyone who leaves this place always comes back. hell, she’s pretty sure that batman is rooted to this city.

there’s some part of her, deep down, that loves this place. it is where she grew up, after all. and if she didn’t love it, then she wouldn’t be trying to rid the scum from the streets. but it was far, far more complicated then that. nothing in gotham was as simple as you’d think.

     her features morph into something like amusement as what he replies back to her, lips pursing to hide the hint of a smile. it’s then that she realizes she’s in front of a crowd, curious gazes aimed towards her and half of the phones tilted her way. well ----- it had never been in intention to steal the spotlight, but it was a little too late to go back.

juliet turns her attention back towards the unnamed and so called magician, arms moving to fold over her chest. there’s a pause before she speaks up, feeling a handful of eyes bore holes into her back as she does so.‘  i wouldn’t call someone who just accused you of being a scammer, a ‘ nice lady ‘. the opposite, actually.  ’

[tookjustice-blog]

honesty juliet’s zero fucks attitude is who i aspire to be

[iiconicbillies]

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delusionalforce·:

w/ @tookjustice

It’s been like, what? A week? Probably less than that since the events back at Rome and here she was now in New York City. Villanelle had never even step foot in United States so traveling all the way from Europe certainly took a toll on her. Gosh, she loved travelling from city to city, from country to country, exploring new places, but most of that time her handler would travel with her, most of those times Konstantin — who now probably was having a margarita while spending time with his family at some exotic beach, or maybe.. hiding to make sure she wouldn’t find him and his pathetic family. Either way, after the murder of Raymond  — her former handler, she was more than sure the Twelve will send someone else after her, because frankly? She has risked everything to get Eve to go with her to Alaska and well, it did not work out that well and now days after someone send her a cute looking post card  — her new target. 

Dylan Torres — one of the most famous CEO’s in NYC. This one had to be extremly important for her to head to different part of the world only to kill him. Maybe the Twelve don’t want her back in Europe, maybe it’s their way of giving her one last chance? Or a set up. One way or another, she had to be ready for anything that might occur during her time in foreign location. 

The time has been set, the right outfit picked out beforehand. Villanelle usually preferred to choose her outfits on her own since she was the only one with a decent taste in fashion, though in this case, she would have to wear a very boring and formal looking secretary outfit in order to blend in once she slipped through the security with the use of her new ID card according to which today she was Sara Hayes - rookie secretary who moved from Los Angeles for her dream job.

Sara’s backstory wasn’t very appealing either and it only forced Villanelle to roll her eyes. On the bright side, this assassination in particular seemed to be rather important and would get her an impressive amount of cash  — that if she was careful enough as a professional that she was  — there was no doubt she would be enjoying the night life of New York that evening and she was most definitely looking forward to it.

It was almost time. Almost time to leave the hotel she booked for a day. The view in the mirror reflection wasn’t too bad after all  — she did look decent in that navy blue suit skirt along with her shoulder-length black wig. Villanelle did go through the instructions which were very clear about this mission. Poison. Boring. Boring. Boooring. 

Minutes later Villanelle arrived to the company building of CEO Dylan Torres and made sure to show her ID card while giving the most fake smile she had ever created, right before casually heading inside. Everything looked exactly like in any other formal institution she had visited before. Now all she had to do was to reach 11th floor, find Mr. Torres office and finish him off. How? The options were limitless. The one idea that already popped in Villanelle’s head was the scenario where she’d help Mr. Torres reach the first floor with no lift or stars involved. The scene would have to look epic once she’s done with him. 

She continued making up ideas while on her way to the office, taking her sweet time in order to look very casual, as if she was taking a damn walk through the building. One. Two. Three. Double Knock. No answer. Villanelle repeated the action once more but no one seemed to care to open the door or at least give her permission to enter. Oh well. 

Deciding not to waste more time than needed Villanelle entered the office only to lay her eyes on what looked like…. choking Dylan Torress who desperately was trying to get to her to get some help. Raising an eyebrow due to the scene Villanelle also spotted another figure in the office who clearly was responsible for whatever serious  dyspnea. It only lasted a couple of short moments and here he was… on his own “fancy” carpet, his eyes fixed on her figure as if the last drop of hope. 

― ❛ This one.. was supposed to be mine. ❜

That’s all she managed to mutter out in low tone sounding rather disappointed while staring down at the dead corpse of the former famous CEO. She had other plans for him, but the fact remained. He was HER target. So who was this other chick and why she replaced her in killing (poisoning) the guy?!―  

―❛ Rude. ❜

      this contract had been very, very specific. usually they just gave her a name, a little background information and where they’d be found ----- all there was left for her to do was to kill the sucker. though, this time was very different. not only did they give her all of the above, but they also gave her a preferred killing. poison. not her .... usual way of killing a target. in short, juliet preferred her knives or gun. those were her weapons that she was most familiar with. so, she’s a little disappointed on that front, but hey. they offered a big chunk of money for the killing. she could deal with the changes for that (  not that her whole life revolves around getting rich. but she would be a liar if she said it wasn’t a nice bonus  ).

the fun part? besides killing him, it was figuring out how on earth she was going to get into his office. there was a million options to go through ---- but he was a very successful man, who probably made it hard for anyone to get a meeting with him. so, juliet calls a few of her connections within the underworld just to make sure her cover goes without a hitch. not that she’s had problems in the past, but she wouldn’t want it to start this time around. it’s from there that she makes the perfect cover and secures a meeting with the man himself. as far as he’s concerned, she’s a very successful company owner that has been impressed with his work, and would like to set up a meeting to talk about a potential partnership towards the two. it may have helped that she added a bit of flirting in the conservation. men were always suckers for flirting.

while she would love nothing more then to show up in high waisted jeans and a cute crop top, she knows as well as acting the part, she needs to look it as well. so, juliet finds her best clothes that just scream successful and business woman, and waste’s no time changing into it. if she unbuttons a few buttons on her top, then it’s for a purpose. the look clearly works, as she breezes past everyone in the building without a second glance (  and if they do look again, it’s because she looks good  ). the secretary ushers her into his office with hurried words and a sickly sweet smile, then the door is shut and it’s just the two of them. fingers twitch as she itches to kill him right on the spot, but then she remembers ---- right. poison.

she chats it up with him, waiting for the right opportunity. and god, does she wait. juliet bullshits her way through the conservation, with a smile that could leave a heart a flutter and flirting heavy, enough for him to leer at her and her on display breasts. the conservation goes on for so long that she’s starting to think she won’t get a chance and will just have to slit his throat, or whatever, when she finally gets her opening. the bastard finally goes to get a drink for them, which is obviously alcohol, and her smile feels tight as he hands her a glass. she waits patiently, hands tight around the glass and the second he turns to find some papers, she’s quick in taking out the poison and slipping it into his own glass. legs are crossed over another and she looks innocent as he turns back around, and she pretends to drink from her cup, dark eyes watching him over the glass. it’s not long before he takes a drink from his cup and it’s instant. the facade crumbles once he starts choking and she sighs in disinterest as he looks at her shocked.

     juliet is so into the fact that now thirty minutes into this boring meeting, the man she’s hired to kill is finally choking to death, that she doesn’t realize the door to his office has opened. it’s only when she hears a voice that her eyes widen slightly and she turns in her seat, eyebrows furrowing. the woman ... she’s not recognizable. but that’s not what confuses her. it’s the other’s words.

‘  i’m just going to assume that you mean yours to kill, or i’m in a very awkward position. either way --- he’s dead. doesn’t matter who killed him, you or me.  ’

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diamcndclaws·:

      𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞  𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗦  𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗧  𝗔  𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗧,   but selina doesn’t argue that point.   instead,  she gives her own wink back before she slams back another swig of her beer.   selina never considers beer a favourite of hers,  but it does the job while not sending her sobriety too off the deep end to climb off this rooftop without going  splat  before sunrise.   for now,  she’ll happily knock them back until they call it a night.

      “   yeah,  no kidding.   but i think the guy’s got more  pent up frustration  than anyone can help with,  ”      she sighs,  giving an idle shrug as she rests her can against her leather-clad thigh.   it definitely doesn’t help that her career path typically adds to that frustration,  but selina neglects to dwell on that fact.   in a city full of  super villains,  cat burglary isn’t too high a crime,  if you ask her.      “   y’know,  i think i’m gonna agree with you there.   but you gotta admire the dedication to  branding.   kinda makes me wish i had more creative designs with  my  gadgets,  but i think my tech girl would just laugh at me if asked her to put cat ears on everything.   ”

      she figures this is a girl thing. you know, one girl is with some decent, but not the greatest guy, and the other girl is trying to figure out why on earth she’s with the guy. not that they’re besties, but they’re girls, right? it counts. juliet adjusts herself on her spot so that her ass doesn’t go numb, deciding just to move an inch to the other side. once she’s settled, she takes another swing of her beer, eyeing it once she swallows. half-way through. nice.

       ‘  sucks for him. do you think that’s why he’s such a dick? maybe the pent up frustration blocks any decency leaving his mouth.  ’ her lower lip juts out, shoulders moving up into a loose shrug at the thought. she’s curious to see what he’s like when he’s not yelling at her, but, uh ---- that would mean spending more time with him. no thanks. juliet is about to drink from her beer again before her head snaps to look at the other, arching a brow. ‘  do you have a tech girl? because that would be awesome, plus you should totally put cat ears on every single thing.  ’

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harlslequin·:

          ❛ YA SURE ‘bout that, sweet cheeks?  ‘cause it sorta looks like ya are.  ❜   she shrugs, carelessly,  she’s all the time in the world as far as she’s concerned.  in fact, why not make it a touch more interesting with a third player.   ❛ && i’ve got  ALL NIGHT.  hate t’ waste it even.  ❜  an arm raised, a cackle follows a shot fired into the ceiling.   ❛ RUN .  ❜  wild eyes encourage the target, gun pointed daring the other to make a premature move.   ❛ i say we give ‘im … 60 seconds.  how’s that sound?  ❜

      ‘  it’s not fighting if i already know i’ll win.  ’ she says bluntly, eyes narrowing further. sure, she doesn’t know what the other is capable of, but that didn’t make her less confident. her expressions morphs into something like confusion and disbelief, following the sudden gunshot and the change of events. ‘  i was under the impression that one of us was killing him, not that we were planning on making this a game. ’

[tookjustice-blog]

     it wasn’t often she spent her nights un-masked. gotham city proved to be a busy spot, with crime flowing out of every door and the corrupt causing destruction at their fingertips. it kept her busy, at least ----- with barely any time to just sit down and dwell. her thoughts were never fun with deal with. which is why she’s still out in the city tonight, though she’s just wandering the streets with no real plans. juliet is just about to turn onto another street when something catches her eye, and she pauses. ‘  is that real, or do you have fun scamming people?  ’

@streetmagic.

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deathtake·:

@tookjustice      /          sc

She’s bleeding rather badly         a gunshot to her thigh         and she’s leaving a trail of blood behind her. She’s used to running into people on jobs but this one had proved to be rather MESSY         she had completed it at least and her target was dead          and she doesn’t know if the other is friend or foe. It hurts to put weight on her leg but she uses both hands to handle her gun.

❝ If you’re gonna shoot me, might as well do it in the head. ❞

     she tries to keep business strictly between two people ----- herself and the person she’s either hunting, or has been contracted to kill. but, it doesn’t always work out like that. new york city was a bustling place, and that meant sometimes you ran into someone else on your missions. which is exactly what happened tonight, as juliet stares down the butt of a gun and she has a less then expressive look over her features.

‘  if i wanted you dead, then you’d already be dead. so, can you please put the gun away before you bleed to death? ’

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rcsedoux·:

*      𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭  :      @tookjustice   ♡ ‘d

‘   no offense,  but can we actually  not  do…   this whole thing right now ?   i just got off my  day job  and i’m fucking pooped.   i’ll still  kick you in the face  if you want me to,  but i’d rather we skip it and just get down to business.   sound good ?’      cindy keeps herself in a fighting stance,  knees bent and feet planted into the cement,  but she faces her hands up and palms out.   a show she comes in peace,  even if she doesn’t arrive with  white flag  waving.   it might prove easier,  just landing a few kicks and deeming the matter  taken care of,  but the gcpd hired her for gaining intel,  not  quick beatdowns.

only when she feels certain the threat passes does cindy relax her stance.   sneaking up on someone at the tail end of a fight never bodes well,  but sometimes,  she doesn’t find herself with much of a choice.      ‘   name’s cindy.   cindy tremaine.   i’m just here for a little chat,   ’      she says after a moment,  stepping past a fallen body lying on the dirty pavement.      ‘   word on the streets there’s someone new in town to keep an eye out for.   judging by…   all this crap,  i’m gonna that’s you.   or did these assholes just pick the wrong girl to pick on tonight ?’

         ‘  you can try kicking me in the face and see how far that gets you.  ’ she snaps. juliet holds a gun aimed towards the other at forehead level, mask still firmly hiding most of her facial features and splattered blood decorating her jaw and neck. if she didn’t know the person, then she didn’t trust them. it was easy as that. gotham city was corrupt and vile, taking the best of people and spitting them out until they were weak, or just as corrupt. trusting people only got you killed, or screwed over. however .... she already did her fair bit of killing tonight and she was tired. and juliet didn’t kill innocents. she frowns and waits a beat before dropping her arm and placing the gun back into her thigh holster, arms moving to cross over her chest. she was still defensive.

      her gaze narrows beneath the mask and while she’s not aiming a gun at the other anymore, she’s still just as unpleasant. call it her gift to the city. ‘  i’m sure it’d be a pleasure any other time, cindy. i sure hope you’re not hoping for a name from me, because you’ll be sorely disappointed.  ’ she kept her personal life to herself. how else could she keep herself safe? as far as the city knew, and it’s heroes, she was known by the romeo killer. it’s not the most creative name, but it sticks. her gaze flickers towards the fallen body, briefly, disdain falling across her features. ‘  the assholes always pick the wrong girl. though, you’re not wrong about the first part. let me guess, you’re either here to threaten me to stop, or you want to see if i should be someone to watch out for?  ’

[mightyheroics]

                                                                            𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐀.

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floralucent·:

        @tookjustice !

       Maggie had wanted to be a cop. But things got foggy along the way. Anger turned to a need for vengeance. The things that happened to her as a child had started to morph her into something that she never expected. She dropped out of college of the BAU. She was a class away from graduating & becoming a full profiler. It shows in her work. She can figure out her opponents, how they work. Maggie takes a seat next to the woman at the Continental bar.     ❝  Rough day? I know it has been for me. — I thought I was used to grazes, but they’re still a bitch.  ❞ 

       for a place that was full of killers, and well ... the people who helped the killers ----- everyone was relatively friendly. perhaps it was because most knew each other or they all knew they all did the same thing. point was, this was the last place for her to pick a fight. not unless it comes to her first. her head tilts as she takes a drag of her beer, both eyebrows lifting slightly. ‘  you say that like everyday isn’t a rough day.  ’ juliet says as she lowers her drink, a smirk settled on her lips. ‘  they’re definitely still a bitch. less painful then a gun wound, but still.  ’

[paigekniight]

365 days of paige: day 005.

[diamcndclawsa-blog]

“  i just think you deserve a bigger penis than that. ” bye

✱   TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT.      ⭢     ALWAYS ACCEPTING  !

      𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧,  𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗙𝗧𝗢𝗣  𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛  𝗟𝗜𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗  𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗞  𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗗.    this time,  a couple of discount pizzas join their usual beer cans.   her resounding  snort  nearly lodges that pizza in the back of selina’s throat,  until a mixture of coughing and laughing unstucks the gooey mess of cheap cheese.   finally,  she swallows,  pizza slice held aside long enough for her to speak.      “   as much as i love mutually  dragging batman’s ass  during our  girl time,  i’m gonna have to stop you at  dragging his dick.   ”      selina pauses,  taking another obnoxiously large bite of pizza and swallowing it down half-chewed.      “   i’m old enough to know not to waste my time on repeat sessions with a  small penis,  thank you very much.   ”