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Trent Chadwick. 30. Waiter at Bernard's Botanical Dining onboard the Marazzo. That's all you need to know.

[ilianahewitt-deactivated2014061]

Say You'll Be there | TREANER

[trentchadwick]

Who: Iliana - Trent - Pepper

Where: London

PEPPER:

"Action speaks louder than words." Pepper replied to the fellow brunette nudging her in an almost friendly way. Pepper knew that someday, somehow Trent would repay her for all she has done for him, on this momentous and adrenaline filled day. She rushed off ahead to give them their own private time.Which of course she did not want to see or witness because sometimes the thought of anyone else happier than she was made her nauseous.

"Do you really need to know where we’re going Trent?" She replied as she moved the last branch away to reveal the abandoned airport. The runway was small, but just enough for the small little private jet plane to appear in the foggy mist. 

"There’s our ride home." Home. Pepper hadn’t thought of it that way in a long time. Home was where you belonged. Where you were accepted for who you were no matter what the circumstance. It became harder and harder for her to insult and find fault in the people that she new for a long time. Although she still got a kick from insulting new people as well as the ones she knew once in a while. Nevertheless; she had something to go back to. The only person she could have thought of sharing this moment with was Rob. She couldn’t wait to get back home to him. 

"I’m not piloting this time." She mentioned as she signaled the pilot to open the plane to let them in. 

ILIANA: 

Iliana nodded at Pepper, she was right actions did speak louder than words and what Trent had just done for her regardless of how much she didn’t want to him have had to told her everything she needed to know about their relationship. Relationship? That word was something else she hadn’t acknowledged about them, were they in one were they not. Frankly it didn’t matter to her because she didn’t want anyone else, and it seemed she didn’t either. It was still a strange subject about where they exactly stood.

"I think I’d like that, if it wouldn’t be too much of hassle." Iliana replied quietly to Trent, if he was willing to help her, she was willing to let him. Even though he had already given her so much help. She would find a way to repay him, and Pepper. She wouldn’t forget the kindness this girl had given her and Trent. Iliana stopped to let Trent carry her the rest of the way, It was probably going to be painful even with his help, but it would at least make it less than it already was.

"Thank you again, Pepper." she smiled at the brunette as they proceeded into the jet. "I really do appreciate your help, even if I am slightly embarrassed about the situation." Iliana was beginning to open up more, there was no reason not to. They both had already seen the darkest part of her. She leaned her head on to Trent, looking up into his caring eyes, something that he didn’t show much behind them. "I still love you." she smiled scrunching her nose at him. 

TRENT:

He smiled faintly at Iliana, his rigid body starting to relax at the combined efforts of his touch and their new safety on the pilot helicopter. Trent exhaled, letting his body loosen up slightly on the plush leather seats of the helicopter, though a second-nature habit part of him remained alert, paranoid. They weren't safe, not yet - and perhaps they never would be. Having a body count - albeit not the most pleasant thing to have - was something Trent had grown used to. Pepper and Iliana, however, Trent was uncertain about them. The last thing he wanted was for them to be dragged into this whole situation; this whole underground world of labyrinths and dangers - they might be safe for now, but Trent knew better than to hope they would be safe forever.

Running was possible, but escape.. escape was a whole other subject matter.

"I love you, too, darling." Trent whispered quietly to Iliana, pressing his forehead lightly against hers. "Just don't - don't do anything like that again." He was less concerned about the danger and the threats that came with this mission, but rather, Iliana's safety. The bruises on her skin stood out, dark and throbbing, and the last thing Trent wanted was anyone's hands but his own on her. 

The helicopter started to cruise at a normal rate through the dark sky, the city disappearing through the clouds beneath them. They were safe for now, and Trent found breathing to be a little bit easier. Turning back to Pepper, he smirked lightly at the worn yet triumphant girl. "Thank you, Pepper - I owe you one. Maybe two."

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A few of your own? Hopefully, I’ll live to see the day.

Help? Didn’t see much of that in London. 

[trentchadwick]

Darling, you sound as if you expect to die soon. I have no use for a dead ally, so try to hang on there.

In time, dearest. I don't like being indebted, but I'll find a way to repay you. 

[ilianahewitt-deactivated2014061]

Say You'll Be there | TREANER

[trentchadwick]

Who: Iliana - Trent - Pepper

Where: London

PEPPER:

"You’re welcome." She screamed back at the fellow brunette. Finding her way back to the cockpit. As soon as she felt their weights shift in the chooper, Pepper pushed the controls to head east — toward the next countryside. To their next escape vehicle, being chased by cops was not great. Pepper’s never experienced this before and it was exhilarating. After what seemed like 5 mins but in reality was more or less an hour they arrived at a dense forrest. "Why don’t you to kids buckle up?" She said. "We’re coming in for a landing." Pepper said as she held it steady.

Thinking ahead she had two get away vehicles in case on an emergency like this, especially in the case where they get caught or someone they would be chased down. In any case they were home free all they hand to do was walk a mile down, where a private plane would be waiting for them. “So Iliana. You now have you’re answer don’t you?” She whispered loudly to the girl as Pepper made her way through the bushes and the rustic leaves.

ILIANA:

Iliana laughed slightly when he asked if she was hurt anywhere, she knew he could see her face that also had bruises all over it. “I’m beat up here or there and I’m pretty sure I have a broken rib or a few, but I think I’ll survive.” She watched him as he pulled up her long sleeves, the clothing may have covered up the marks but they sure didn’t give her any protection from getting them. Shaking her head as he got upset over them, “They’ll be okay.” She tried assuring him as he got up in search of the first aid kit.

The alcohol burned more than she expected and she felt herself digging into Trent as she tried to hold back the winces of pain. Even with her mind being completely numb because of having excess emotions and thoughts running through it, she was provided no help or distraction from the pain of her body. When he finished Iliana ran her fingers softly over her nail marks she had left on his arm, “I’m really sorry.” With a pause she looked out over the city, avoiding his eyes “For everything.” She hated that he had to come save her, that she didn’t listen, that she put him at risk.

As they landed in a forest of brush Iliana was trekking through with Pepper to find yet another way out of this. Iliana was surprised that Pepper was helping her, she always thought that the girl was never really quite that fond of her. Then again she was friends with Trent and that’s who she was really helping, but nonetheless it benefitted her as well. She nodded at Pepper smiling, “I got it via text message right before leaving, but either way this isn’t a way I’d want to verify it.” Iliana looked around hoping they nearing the plane soon, she was still weak and she imagined she probably would be for a couple of days. She reached for Trent, she felt bad for needing him so much but hopefully he didn’t mind. “I guess I’m a lot like having a pet now, huh?” she grinned at him, trying to be somewhat cheery they were in the clear after all, “I told you I’m not perfect.”

TRENT:

Trent guided Iliana through the forest, the trees hindering his vision in front of him - the nighttime sky not helping in this situation. He could barely make out the brunette in front of him at times, and he was afraid that they would be split apart - Pepper was their way out, and there was no way Trent was leaving either woman behind. No, they were both getting out of here safe if that was the least he could do. "Pepper dear, where exactly are we heading?" Trent hissed into the night air in front of him, waiting for the girl's reply among the rustling of the leaves and tree branches around them. 

Clutching onto Iliana's hand, Trent uses one arm to brush away the low-hanging branches in front of them for her, guiding her around to the areas that were least bumpy for her to walk on. "Darling, you're the farthest thing from a pet." Trent says to Iliana, giving her a fleeting smile as they walk on. "If you're tired, just say the word - you've been through a lot, and I'll be more than willing to play the charming hero for once and carry you - it's a one time offer, so consider your choice carefully."

Trent knew that Iliana was in the worst shape out of the three of them - one look at her battered body, and he knew that she was hiding most of her pain for them - this trek was not an easy one for her. He contemplated carrying her himself without another word, but Trent was unsure of her reaction - he doubted her pride would allow him to do so, at least not without permission. They walked on as fast as possible in the rough forest terrain, Trent constantly flicking his head forward to make sure Pepper was still in front of them, and turning back to Iliana to make sure she was alright.

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How exactly do you achieve that?

Wow thank you Trent. You did me such a favour….

[trentchadwick]

Wouldn't you like to know, darling. I suppose I have a few tricks up my own sleeve as well.

Oh you're welcome, Pepper dearest. I live to help others. 

[ilianahewitt-deactivated2014061]

Say You'll Be there | TREANER

[trentchadwick]

Who: Iliana - Trent - Pepper

Where: London

PEPPER:

Running to the elevator of the building she was in she came across an old woman who just happened to walk slower than a turtle. Trying to find her space that she could fit through in between the elevator door and the grey-haired lady. Finally she got through. “Thank God” she thought.

Running up the stairs to finally getting to their get away vehicle, a chopper none the less. She got hopped on the chopper, put on the headset and as fast as she could she headed over to Lexington street. Squinting her eyes there they were, sweaty and tired and with police hot on their tail. She leaned the control to bring the helicopter to where they were just one problem no landing pad. With the bow and arrow at her back, Pepper put the helicopter on auto-pilot. 

Looking out she removed her bow and arrow. She aimed precisely at wall. Aim and Fire. Bullseye. "Jump you idiots!" She screamed as the handles to the zipline made it’s way through to them. "You don’t have much time!" She screamed again as she made her way back to the cockpit.

ILIANA:

She rolled her eyes at Trent, she wasn’t one to be vain but she really looked like hell. Like someone tied her to the back of a vehicle and dragged her down there. Iliana tried to run with him down the road as he pulled her by her hand, she wanted to argue with him about not wanting to be seen because she was adamant about it, but he was right they didn’t have time for that right now. If she really needed to she could hide out in her room, the only person who would see her would be her roommate and she had blankets to hide under if she really needed to.

Her mind was still going a million miles a minute even though her body wasn’t, sure she didn’t kill her stepdad, but she tried. It was really the first time she ever truly attempted to fight back, it was her first reflex normally to run away and avoid. It saved her before but this time, it wouldn’t have and she wouldn’t have been able to keep her promise to Trent. As much as her emotions seemed numb she felt herself grow angry at Trent when he stopped to let her know that they needed to move, she knew he was right. The sirens were getting closer and then something else dawned on her, she was technically a murder accomplice. Well she could be the murder if the cops actually caught them, she wouldn’t let Trent take the fall, but she was sure that neither of them were going to let that happen.

It wasn’t until he picked her up that she actually realized how hurt she was. Iliana flinched as he picked her up and ran them down the streets of London, flexing to hold in the pain. As they reached stairs he set her down. Taking deep breaths in she did her best ti keep up and as they reached the rooftop and saw the zipline to the helicopter she knew they were home free. As Iliana got in the helicopter she yelled over the noise, “Thank you.” To Pepper before quickly looking away and taking a seat, she clutched her side as she waited for Trent to sit down. She was wondering if he was going to tell her that he was angry or if he was going to tell her anything. But before he could say anything she looked over to him still clutching her side, “Thank you.” 

TRENT: 

Trent could still feel his heartbeat thumping at an erratic pace, the blood rushing so loudly in his ears that he nearly missed Iliana's words. His body was still on the adrenaline high of the chase, the ziplining into the helicopter, the wails of the police sirens spurring him on. But as they flew farther away, the sounds of the city - along with the sirens - started to fade away, Trent's adrenaline seeping along with it.

Turning back to Iliana, he manages something that mildly resembles a smile, although it holds more fatigue htan anything. "All in a day's work, darling." Eyes scanning over her quickly, all of his senses went on high alert when he realized something else. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt anywhere?" Almost immediately, Trent pulls up Iliana's long sleeves and notices the blooming bruises and the cuts, and he hisses out a curse at the sight of them. His balance is wobbly as he stands up, searching for a first aid kit, finally finding it near Pepper's seat as the pilot, her eyes staring daggers at him.

Sitting back down beside Iliana, Trent gingerly wraps the wounds on her arms with the gauze, trying to daub rubbing alcohol as gently as he could onto the open cuts. Her hands clutched his tightly as the alcohol stung the open flesh, her nails digging into Trent's skin, but he pays no notice to the marks on his own arms when his eyes are too busy focused on the discoloration on Iliana's. It had been so long since Trent had cared for someone else - healed another's wounds instead of created them - that he was surprised he still remembered how to. 

By the time he was almost done with the wounds that he could see, Trent's heartbeat was normal again, his demeanour switched back to the calm, level-headed Trent that he was on the Marazzo. He turned back to Pepper, who was now flying them high above the city, the buildings covered by the dark clouds, noting her intense concentration, beads of sweat starting to appear on the brunette's forehead. "Pepper dearest, are you in any need of any assistance?" Trent asks, knowing full well that the girl would be quick to shoot him down. "Or at least could you tell me where we'll be heading next?"

[trentchadwick]

Text: Trent

Kelly: Good, because you probably have some disease, and I want to keep my clean status on Tinder

Trent: For your information, I would be more concerned about you having a disease than me.

[pepperlockheart-deactivated2014]

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Do you not get metaphors? You should use them or better yet understand them sometime later in your life.

As long as you don’t shoot my brain out. I am good to go.

[trentchadwick]

I hardly need fancy words and comparisons to illustrate my point, darling. I have other means of achieving that.

As long as you don't give me any reason to - but I think you're cleared off my list for now.

[ilianahewitt-deactivated2014061]

Say You'll Be there | TREANER

[trentchadwick]

Who: Iliana - Trent - Pepper

Where: London

PEPPER:

Deep down Pepper always knew that she and Trent would sort of get along. Always speaking in metaphors, the greediness for success, the hunger for power. That’s why they mutually agreed to be allies. A person fighting in cooperation with her. A person that fought for the same goals. 

As soon as he came to her for help, Pepper was through the roof, because at least she wasn’t the first one in need. When he asked her for help naturally she was curious as to what it was for. The least thing she thought he would ask her for help was for another person, least of all a girl.

She chuckled, laughed and teased him the whole time he was telling her about it, but seeing him talk about this girl made her realize how much he actually cared for her. Trent wouldn’t say it in words, but all the twisted fancy words made her understand. How could she refuse to help? She arranged for transport and equipment as soon as she pinpointed the Iliana’s location. “Go get your girlfriend.” She teased.

Pepper set up base a 50 blocks from the girl’s location at a building where they had a helicopter landing pad. After waiting for a couple of hours she started to worry, but in that moment her phone rang it was time to go. The brunette put a tracking device on Trent’s phone, so she knew exactly where he was. The only problem was that to get out, they had to go up. “I’m going to need you to get to the rooftop of a building on Lexington street. That’s the only place I can extract you from.” She hurriedly packed her laptop and strapped over her bow and arrow. Sure it was old school, but that’s how she liked it. Guns made too loud of a noise anyway. 

ILIANA:

Iliana felt her body ram into something as she was sprinting for the door, realizing that it was another person that she ran into she went to push it away but she instantly registered who it was. Trent, having him there caused the tears that were already in her eyes begin to just pour down and her mind began to race even faster than it had been going before. How did he find her? How was he going to feel about what he saw? Would he be upset at her for how she looked and for going now that she was in this shape?

Iliana clutched onto him as he held her, flinching slightly as the gun shot rang in the room. The second shot fired in that room. Iliana felt her legs moving even though she wasn’t processing what she was actually doing, it wasn’t even until he told her that they had to go that she was even able to get words out. “How did you find me?” she asked in between breaths as they continued through the London streets. “I’m sorry.” She added surely about to babble from stress.

She couldn’t believe that she attempted to shoot someone. “I just shot someone…” she muttered out shaking her head continuing to move. She couldn’t even imagine him being anything but angry with her, look at her. If she would have listened to her she wouldn’t be battered, bruised, or bleeding. “Please don’t be angry with me.” The blabbering continued and her face shot to him as she heard him talk to Pepper, was she actually helping them?

Well Iliana knew that he had originally asked Pepper for help to convince her not to go, she pulled him, stopping. “She can’t see me like this, I wasn’t even going to come back to you looking like this.” She shook her head vigorously. She knew that a lot of the reason that he was even her was that she hadn’t called, and she didn’t blame him for coming actually she was thankful that he had. She was guilty that she hadn’t called but she didn’t want to tell him about what was going on and she didn’t want to lie to him.

TRENT:

"Now is not the time to be worried about your looks, Iliana." Trent's eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed Iliana's hands, pulling her along to the tall building that Pepper instructed them to meet her at. "As beautiful as you usually are, I hardly doubt that's exactly a priority at the moment."

Trent knew that Iliana was scared, in shock, and most likely still recuperating from everything that happened - if there was something Trent knew, it was how long it took to heal. And healing from the first trigger you pull was not a quick process - definitely not one he expected to recover from in just a matter of minutes. He still remembers the first time he pulled that trigger himself; the mind-chilling numbness that followed instantly after, the ringing of the gunshot in his ears.. no, there was no way Iliana was going to be able to recuperate in a matter of seconds - not after her first almost-kill - no matter how strong she believed she was.

But despite Trent's momentary empathy with Iliana's situation, now was definitely not the time for cuddles and rehab - there were more pressing matters to deal with, such as the police hot on their heels and the hefty sum on Trent's head, now with the added bonus of Greg's death - no, murder - on top of that. If the police even saw a glimpse of him, he would be dead meat. Trent knew that from the very start.

The least he could do was get Iliana out of here safely. And Pepper. Possibly the only two people on the ship he could maybe care about a little - he felt as if it was his responsibility to keep the safe in this situation - to get them out as soon as possible. As tough as the two of them were in their own ways, neither of them had ever been in this world before - his world. His own little underground world of chases and guns and death and possible life imprisonment and oh-so-fun knife jumps - as prepared as he knew these two women were, Trent knew that they both didn't deserve that life. Nobody did.

"Listen dear, as much as I'd love to have the usual 'how was your flight?' type of introductions followed by a wonderful night out to the pub, other things seem to come first at the present moment." Trent says, still running full speed ahead to the tall building that Pepper was situated at, the pointed top getting larger and larger with every breathless step. A quick turn around notified Trent that Iliana was starting to fall behind, with police sirens growing louder.

Skidding to a stop, Trent quickly picks up Iliana in his arms, securely holding onto her waist and legs before continuing running, his pace slower with the additional weight. He was almost there, the adrenaline the only thing spurring him on - if he squints hard enough, he can make out an outline on the rooftop, and the idea of Pepper out in the open, vulnerable to attack, helps spur him on faster.

After a few more breathless minutes, Trent bursts into the building from the backdoor after a few crucial seconds of jimmying the lock open - only to reveal the backroom of a hotel, the door to the main lobby locked. Trent takes one look at the winding stairs, seemingly going up for floors and floors - and he lets out a curse in between his breathless pants. "Looks like we're taking the stairs, darling." Without hesitating another second, he starts climbing the endless sets of stairs, slowly making their way to the very top.  

[trentchadwick]

Text: Trent

Kelly: You have to be nice, and let me suck your dick

Trent: I'm not going to waste my time even acknowledging that when you already know the answer.

[trentchadwick]

Text | Trent

Iliana: I'm not perfect.

Iliana: You're the amazing one.

Trent: I know a lie when I hear one, darling.

Trent: Although I appreciate your efforts in trying to make m blush.

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They’re not too bad once you’ve scratched the surface.

It’s a prerequisite with my family, and seeing as I am the only child. I had no choice. If you’re good with a gun, I’m better with a bow and arrow.

[trentchadwick]

Unfortunately, I don't scratch people, darling. If I have to get within three meters of anyone, it'd better be for a good reason.

Ah, only child blues, I see. Oh doll, don't underestimate me with my abilities, and I won't underestimate you with your own primitive weaponry.

[trentchadwick]

Text: Trent

Kelly: I probably would, but your rudeness intrigues me, like a bee to honey.

Trent: Dear God, does that mean I have to be nice for you to leave me alone?

[pepperlockheart-deactivated2014]

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Too bad that foreign feeling is creeping it’s way to your dark twisted heart.

Perhaps you can recall my aerial support?

[trentchadwick]

I could say the same to you, dear. Is it just me, or are people starting to grow on you?

Quite impressive, darling. Don't tell me you learned how to fly a helicopter in prep school?

[trentchadwick]

Text: Trent

Kelly: Wow, no need to be so rude. What's your damage?

Trent: I hardly doubt you'd leave me alone if I was nice.

[pepperlockheart-deactivated2014]

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Look even with my icy heart I can have feelings, why don’t you open up to yours, or you can burn in hell. 

You have no idea what I’m capable of.

[trentchadwick]

I've already been there, darling. Hell is a familiar place, whereas feelings is a foreign concept.

Oh? Perhaps you can give me an idea, then.

[trentchadwick]

Text: Trent

Kelly: I'm not breathing down your neck, I'm helping you in a way

Kelly: We aren't allowed to leave he parks, so there aren't a lot of drunk people to fuck if you didn't know

Trent: You'd help if you left me alone

Trent: Oh, poor you. I'm sure you can get it on with Mickey in the backroom - you both seem desperate enough.

[trentchadwick]

Text | Trent

Iliana: That's okay.

Iliana: I'm not either, so forgive me when I mess up, okay?

Trent: You could never mess up.

Trent: You're already perfect.