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“Am I excited for the food?” Piper questioned, repeating the words of the person who had the unfortunate luck of sitting next to her for the night. A slight shrug pulled at her slender shoulders, the constricting silhouette of her dress disallowing her to make much movement. “Well, let’s just say I’m only excited about the drinks.”
theredfuckingking:
Newspaper in front of his face, Alfonso went to turn the page, but stopped at the image he caught. Piper, a young member of the Killer Angels, sat only a table across from him, eyes shooting uncomfortable looks at a small child that appeared to be lingering too close. His interest piqued, the Underboss lowered his paper a fraction more and allowed the fold to rest against the table.
Reaching for his cup of coffee, he took a generous sip and watched the little girl offer up a treat. What he hadn’t expected, was such a cold rejection from the Angel. He knew the gang’s members weren’t the friendliest bunch, but even he would have played nice to a child.
The girl seemed unfazed though and turned on her heel to waddle back to her mother. The newspaper under his arm, coffee cup in his hand, Alfonso stood and took two long steps over to Piper’s table, taking a seat. “Hope you don’t mind the intrusion,” he began, meeting her gaze.
Watching as the little one ran back to her mother, Piper was utterly consumed by the happenings, and on the upset face of the little girl as she cried to her mother, that she almost didn’t notice a figure approaching her and taking a seat before her. It caught her off guard, and left her feeling almost sick to her stomach she always made a point to be aware of her surroundings, no matter the situation. Truth was, Alfonso caught her off guard. Bringing her coffee to her lips, she dropped her eyes to concentrate on the book in her hand, causing the brunette to wait a while for her to acknowledge his presence. That, and she needed a moment or two to compose herself without having to show him her vulnerability. “Of course not. What brings you over to my table?” She questioned once she finally raised her eyes.”
atlasarrington:
Watching the encounter from afar would have been humorous if the circumstances weren’t so bizarre. Spotting Piper while passing through the packed cafe for a Starbucks coffee during her daily route to the Empire Casino was by mere coincidence, but luck nonetheless. It wasn’t until she noticed the slightly frightened look evident in the dealer’s hooded hues that Drew decided to intervene. Cautiously walking up to the pair before the blonde child burst into tears, she bent down on one knee to match the preschooler’s height and placed on a graceful smile in order to not alarm her. “Hi, there. I’m so sorry about my friend, she can be a little…shy. How about give it to her for you instead, huh?”
Waiting patiently until the toddler chirped out a cheerful ‘otay’ and handed over the chocolate candy before bouncing back over to her parents, Drew glanced up at Piper with a disbelieving furrow appearing in her brows. “Just for future reference, whenever a kid offers you something, take it.” She stood up from the steel floor, crossing her arms across her chest as she faced the frigid woman. “By the way, do I even want to know the reason you turned her down in the first place?”
Truth was, concern soon washed over her eyes and soared throughout her heart once the little blonde burst into tears; a sound she was so often accustomed to soothing. That was the thing about instincts, they could rise up years later — no matter how much you’d changed. Still, something held her back.. even more so when Drew Arrington came into the picture to save the day. Embarrassed and ashamed of her actions, Piper found herself looking away, unable to bear the sight before her. This was too hard.
Pressed together lips, Piper could barely glare into the brunette’s eyes as she so often did; it was always with confidence and an intimidating attitude that came with being the ice princess. But this time, she’d caught her in something of a weak moment. “Really? So, now I have to take tips from you, do I?” Her response was harsh, everything she was accustomed to in the new world. Drew, however, was a determined young thing; something Piper both despised.. and admired. “Do I want to know the reason you’re standing here questioning me? Unless you’re here for business, we’re not going to chit-chat about daily affairs.”
katerinamontenegro:
Queens had to stray from their kingdoms, on occasion. That was how expansion worked. Though she had waged no far-away war, Katerina had returned to Los Angeles victorious, with the sand of new territory etched into the winding channels of her soles. Now, it was back to familiar avenues, reinstating her presence in the places that matter - starting with the Empire. Not even twenty-four hours after landing, she had readied aerial pictures of the newly acquired island and drawn-up building plans and laid them out on the desk in front of her, ready to be shown to the correct pairs of eyes.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, Katerina turned down the cover of the desk, shielding the images as she looked over her shoulder. Her expectation had been an assistant with her dinner, but assumptions never did well for anyone. She gave a closed-lipped smile.
“I expected you to be food delivery. I’m half disappointed – perhaps only a quarter.”
Sometimes there were certain looks, or mannerisms, that halted Piper in her step; that left her feeling as though she were looking at Luca Montenegro in the flesh.. and then the blonde hair came into account, and the fact that she was his daughter, and the odd sensation disintegrated away. She had just arrived at the Empire, ready to tackle a new task or kill time, only to spot Katerina busying herself with documents in one of the back rooms. Watching her for a moment, she found herself wondering what Katerina was like as an individual. She’d only ever known her from the big screens or as their new leader. Piper had found herself disagreeing with the notion of Luca’s famous actress of a daughter taking over the reigns of the Angels after his passing. Still, she had yet to alter her mind about the blonde — and a little one on one session couldn’t hurt, right? She was only ever expecting to further solidify her decision and give Allegra further evidence Katerina wasn’t right for the role.. but who knew what time would unfold? “I’m sorry to be such a disappointment,” she declared, her eyes soon falling to the array of papers she had displayed before her. Still, she wouldn’t pry until she was given an opportunity to. “Is everyone out?” That was the thing about the younger Montenegro, one could never quite catch her alone.
Don’t come near me.. don’t come near me. The chant played over and over in her mind; the energy radiating from her skin screamed “go away”, and the look on her features was no exception. Every part of her ordered that child to stay away from her, aside from her lips. Though her heart had ever so slightly jumped at the sight of the little toddler before her, though the blonde pony tails lured back memories she’d rather not see, Piper couldn’t bring herself to tell her to go away. Her mother lingered a few tables over, enjoying her own coffee; and there Piper sat, unable to stomach hers after the child started smiling and staring at her. Go. Away. “Chock-ie?” Brown eyes shot up to the little blonde, her lips parting from surprise. She hadn’t expected her to talk, let alone offer her chocolate. Cold and unwilling to break her focus — or lack thereof — she simply stared at the child and shook her head. “No, thank you.” To another, Piper may have seemed cruel and indifferent, perhaps even taking a dislike to children in general. That’s the way she wanted it to appear; that’s the way she wanted it to be. Little did they know her heart was breaking with every second the child tried to engage with her.
Show me a H E R O and I’ll write you a T R A G E D Y.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
bratvaolicity:
That to me is strong writing for women. [insp.]
littleadalfieri:
“Lucia! What happened to your leg?”
“Did it happen during the Hell Night?”
“What do you have to say about the fire?”
Question after question: there was no escaping the flux of reporters. What had started with one pestering journalist had now expanded to ten bustling reporters swarming around her (cornering her), clamouring eagerly for the little Adalfieri’s take on the recent events. Desperate to get away, Lucia craned her neck, trying to no avail, to find a familiar face in the growing crowd. It was useless; she’d never manage to see over all their heads and yet, she still held out hope that someone would rescue her from the never-ending torrent of questions.
Piper headed down the side walk, eager to get to her apartment and avoid all contact with people whatsoever; so much so, the very instant she spotted a crowd of what appeared to be reporters and photographers, heeled footsteps headed to cross the road and avoid such exposure whatsoever. She had no time for nonsense. At least, that’s what she thought until she recognised the young person being hounded by the crowd around her, seemingly alone and afraid.
She wanted to walk away and forget ever seeing the situation, but the itch inside of her faltered to stop — she needed to help. Pushing through the crowd of determined vultures, fingers enveloped the young girl’s wrist, a faux smile soon appearing on her features. “Lucia? You were supposed to meet me half an hour ago!” Narrowed eyes scanned the monsters around them; “No wonder you’re late. Come on!” And there was no fear in roughly shoving them aside, either. Piper most definitely wasn’t afraid of a little physical intimidation.
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lilith: what was your biggest rebellion against authority? why did you do it? raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what? jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way mephistopheles: have you ever helped a loved one destroy themselves? verrier: do you find yourself disobeying or obeying most authority? asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it? baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped? lamia: how do you feel about children? lucifer: what are you most proud of? sonneillon: do you hate anyone? batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had abaddon: what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy? belias: do you gossip? abraxas: do you believe in any higher power? if so, what? ornias: talk about a time where you felt drained of energy lix tetrax: if you could travel by wind, where would you go? astaroth: have you ever falsely accused someone? carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why? leviathan: what do you believe lies in the unexplored areas of the ocean? belphigor: if you could pick 3 forms to shapeshift into, what would they be? azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something mammon: when were you most greedy? for what? verrith: are you a patient or impatient person? pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite? berith: do you often argue with others?
mcqueenreborn:
Allegra did not allow herself to fear anything anymore. She had once been afraid. A drunken slur, a violent man - a knife ready to stab her in the back. No. That had been some other girl. Allegra McQueen was a viper, ready to strike. She was the predator, no longer the prey. Evolution had made her a huntress. Evolution and Luca. Now one of those things had been ripped away from the world forever - never to return. Perhaps we will meet in hell. Boots pushed her forward, the dulling sound concealing her footsteps - she had even learnt how to walk silently. A rustling sound behind her caused the woman to pause, eyes narrowed and body ready to attack, she turned. It was not in her nature to be afraid - not anymore. That was an inherent weakness she had insisted on stamping out a lifetime ago. “It’s rude to creep up on someone, you know.”
“I thought I was an exception.”
She wasn’t supposed to be afraid; she was stronger than that. Stronger than allowing fears and insecurities and { memories } to plague her every thought. She was more powerful than the regret and guilt that consumed her over having fallen into taking drugs. Piper was supposed to be the ice princess.. and instead, it felt as though her very core was melting, and she couldn’t have that. That was where Allegra came in — the very woman who gave her a sturdy foundation to perch herself upon. She was the woman who introduced her to a strength like no other.. she would be the solution to her problem. “I’m glad to know you’re okay.” And that she was; it was safe to say Allegra McQueen was someone she cared for more than she allowed herself to believe. The epitome of strength in Piper’s eyes was something of the family she no longer had. And though she disallowed herself to get close to anyone, if there were to be a potential candidate, it would most definitely be her.
nathanielives:
“The power is out,” Nate called to an approaching figure as he exited his usual coffee shop sans any sort of caffeine. His head still hurt from the night before, now a fuzzy memory of cheshire cats, psychedelic tea, and hungry orange flames, and smiling was quite the effort without his morning coffee. “So unless you want water, tough luck. That fire, er - Hell Night must’ve knocked down a power line or something. Know any good coffee places around?”
Hairs stood tall along feverish skin, the very crimson-tinted shade of her cheeks conveying the heat of her rage. There was no denying the bitterness that roamed the walls of her veins, leaving her heart to beat a little faster with every furious thought. To think she had ever so stupidly allowed herself to eat what she shouldn’t have been tempted to eat, and to know the evening had ended the way it did only sent her in a blackout rage — when essentially, she should have been recovering from the aftereffects of whatever drugs had plagued her system. Coffee should’ve have been an appealing notion; but it wasn’t. “What,” she practically seethed, darkened eyes and folded arms faltering to hide her emotions. “Are you following me now?”
gloriaxromero:
“I was sure by now I wouldn’t run into any other soul-sucking parasites, but it seems fate did have a lovely surprise for me. What do I owe the pleasure of your unexpected appearance?”
She placed her feet firmly on the ground. Hold onto your Louboutins, Gloria. Her eyes set the room ablaze – niceness was a luxury she couldn’t afford to offer in this occasion. This was barely a casualty, because Gloria knew the exact place and time to find her victims. After surviving the flames of the Lotus, she had become a new she-devil herself. Now it was time to scoop for the dust, the dirt and the rats.
Oh, this would indeed be an… Interesting afternoon. “I have better things to do than stand here in silence. And my shoes are too pretty for walking. How ‘bout we come in and you tell me all about that little eventful evening in the Lotus?” She held a subtle with an unshakable conviction anyone would cave in to a pretty face and ugly words.
She didn’t particularly take a liking to her; what, with the ability to see past her physical charm and view the complete and utter vulgarity of the words that escaped her lips. In fact, Piper had never been a fan of the faux face behind { page 666 }. The blog itself had her rolling her eyes with every post; wondering who could possibly be bored enough to conjure up such an idea as to stalk the lives of others and blast them when they pleased. Perhaps that was the very factor Piper felt a particular distaste toward — journalism; with enough research, one could expose striking pieces of information about events, or about people. She’d never allow that to happen to her. Pressing her lips together firmly, so as to avoid tearing the girl to pieces with her newfound bite post-event, Piper looked away momentarily to regather herself. This wasn’t an easy question, and it certainly put her in a spotlight position; but she was far too curious for her own good. “You’re the one with information, aren’t you?” With a brow raised and a voice so firm one might wonder just what exactly someone so young might’ve gone through to grow so cold, she maintained her gaze steadily on the one with deception in their eyes. “I need to know what you know regarding the fire.. and who caused it.”
Died last night in my dreams Walking the streets Of some old ghost town I tried to believe In God and James Dean But Hollywood sold out Saw all of the saints Lock up the gates I could not enter Walked into the flames Called out your name But there was no answer Died last night in my dreams All the machines Had been disconnected Time was thrown at the wind And all of my friends Had been disaffected Now, I'm searching for trust In a city of rust A city of vampires Tonight, Elvis is dead And everyone's spread And love is a satire And now I know my heart is a ghost town My heart is a ghost town
