blood & poison

Violet Gallagher Dixie Mafia Associate High Class Escort

[violetgallagher]

wyattsimpson‌:

“Well isn’t that fuckin’ cute.” He plucked up the photo of one of the deceased within the four walls of the hall now, a memento of their silenced lives. He grinned slightly. “Look, they’re wearing cute matching sweaters–!” He showed the photo to that nearest him, before tossing it back onto the table. “Can’t wait until everyone stops pretending we give a shit about these people.”

Violet’s eyebrow rose when he showed her the picture.  “I didn’t realize people actually did that.”  It seemed like something Hollywood just wanted normal people to believe happened.  “Just think once this is over you won’t have to think about it again.”

[violetgallagher]

dixiepresident‌:

Richard lingered where he wasn’t wanted, like some sickness where he could feel the glaring looks on the back of his neck. Only to turn and grin. Now, as he repeated the same action, he caught sight of her. In the sea of mobsters, Italian scum, he spotted the redhead lingering. As a motive, he pushed through, nearly shoving one out of his way to make a point, as he stood before Violet. “You look lost.” He commented. “Looking for an escape route?”

@violetgallagher​

“Is it that obvious?” Violet chuckled with a shake of her head.  “I don’t do well with funerals.”  Honestly, there was a part of her that wondered why she’d even come, but perhaps it was a morbid curiosity.  That had to be it.  The danger of it all....she found it thrilling, but it could end up just like this.  “What about you?  I can’t imagine this is fun for anyone.”

[violetgallagher]

camillexwells‌:

Mentally, Camille shut her mouth now that she recognized the redhead sitting beside her. Violet didn’t know of her involvement with the Mob–the two were colleagues, work friends, nothing outside of that yet danced around the idea of normalcy between two so-called friends. An easy smile was there, hollow given the setting, somber to match her mood. “Something about just holding one already feels so secure. I can quit anytime, but just…seems right for now.” 

Violet could understand that.  It was how she felt about a lot of things.  It wasn’t an addiction, it was a choice.  She could choose to quit whenever she wanted.  It could be alcohol, drugs, or even a certain man.  She was in control, even if it didn’t always feel that way.  “I get it,” Violet told her.  “Funerals are....hard.  I never know what to do at them, so having something to fidget with might make that easier.”

[violetgallagher]

camillexwells‌:

Exhausted. Since they’d received the news, Camille had been running around like a chicken without a head. The reactions haunted her–how the President and Gwyn had both paled, swayed where they stood, all but fainted right there on the spot. Gwyn’s eyes had changed that day, as did the President’s. Darkened, murderous. All Camille could do was simply be there where they needed, aiding both and the rest of the Mob, offering status reports and notes from meetings held and keeping the Mob informed. A ripple effect caused a somberness to sweep the family and members. 

“Fuck, I’m so tired,” She muttered involuntarily under her breath, head pressing to her forehead. “Do me a favor, can you fish into my purse and grab me a cigarette and lighter?”

Exhaustion was a feeling Violet knew far too well.  Work kept her busy and with everything that had been going on as of late....everyone was on edge.  She still wasn’t sure what to think about it, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter.  Violet wanted no part in whatever was going on between the Dixies and the Italians.

She glanced over at her friend when Camille spoke.  “Sure thing,” she replied, easily reaching into her friend’s purse to retrieve the items.  “Hopefully it’ll help deal with the long day?” she suggested as she handed them over.

[violetgallagher]

romvnix‌:

Escaping the stifling air of the rising tensions inside, Roman closed the door behind him, breathing a long, even sigh of relief. His brother (or God forbid both of them) would no doubt be out there dragging him back in and giving him an earful, but right now he needed a cigarette. He needed the quiet. He’d come to pay his respects, but all it had done was remind him of what he was. This life wasn’t one he wanted for Rosie, but it was the one he got. Sure, it had its benefits but was it worth the price. He was a big-shot CEO who’d remained just under the radar for the past few years so he could give Rosie some peace— but this wasn’t quite what he’d had in mind. It was only then he realized how small he felt, looking to the neighboring buildings and how the world kept spinning. Distant echoes of sirens that threatened the mood but somehow all the while relieving. Maybe the chance for a little peace and quiet. Pulling out his cigarettes, he walked a short distance, pulling one into his mouth from the pack as he searched for his lighter. He must’ve left it inside. Casting a gaze to the silhouette a few feet away, he cocked his chin up at them.

“Hey— you got a light?”

Death wasn’t her scene.  Violet much preferred things to be more lighthearted and less....gloomy.  While she could understand why people felt the way they did, she didn’t like it.  Escaping outside was the best choice.  She’d been tapping away at her phone when she heard the voice.  Glancing up, she nodded.  “Yeah,” she told him before rummaging through her purse for the lighter.

Once she found it, Violet stepped closer and sparked the flame to light, holding it out for him to light his cigarette.  “Have at it,” she offered him.

[violetgallagher]

natalia-venturi‌:

A simple grocery shopping trip had turned into Natalia making way to the candy aisle, it filled to the brim with Halloween goodies. She had told herself not to go down it, but she had given in… just to see if she was missing out on anything new. Even as a nurse who tried her best to keep trim and stay healthy, she had a weakness for Halloween candy. There was no explanation for it really, but somehow the chocolates shaped like whimsical pumpkins, ghosts, and bats, seemed to taste all the sweeter. And, yes, she was one of those people most deemed weird because she loved candy corn and mellowcreme pumpkins. She kept reaching for a bag of candy to toss in her basket, but halfway there put it back on the shelf. This was a repeated action more than a handful of times, and she felt her cheeks burn when someone else on the aisle took notice.

“I’m trying to tell myself no,” she chuckled, poking fun at herself as she sent them a smile. “But it’s so hard to resist! Even though I know the best time to stock up is after the holiday, when it’s all like eighty percent off.”

The truth of the matter was, Violet didn’t cook much but there were some things she needed to have on hand in her kitchen.  That meant the occasional trip to the grocery store. she ‘d hovered near the Halloween candy, adding a bag of mix and match chocolate to her cart when she heard the voice.  Looking up, she smiled.  “Yeah, it’s better to get it cheaper but I can’t resist it.  Those caramel m&ms are so incredible.  They’re my biggest weakness.”  She shrugged. “What’s your favorite candy?”

[violetgallagher]

milaxblackshaw‌:

“You think they would be trying to do more to clean this city up.” Mila said mostly to herself as she folded the paper in half and set it down on the table. Thing had been slowly imploding and the woman wondered just how much more the city could take. 

Violet shrugged when she heard her speak.  “You’re probably right, but you know how politicians are.  They don’t consider anything other than their own preferences.”

[violetgallagher]

camillexwells‌:

“Honestly? Same. But it’s very entertaining witnessing people turn into literal putty in your hands when presented with the opportunity to know something someone doesn’t.” It was one of her ice breakers when it came to the first dates, first encounters. Everyone thrived on being more knowledgeable. “Go Fish is still fun if you’d like to play.” Camille was all for it, sliding over the deck between them to draw from.

“I can’t believe this is what our night has come to,” Violet laughed.  Honestly, it was strange to think that there were now two grown women playing Go Fish during a storm, but that was the hand life had dealt them tonight.  She reached for the cards so they could begin.  “But at least you brought cards.  Lord knows I don’t want to play phone games until my battery dies.”

[violetgallagher]

evaswcct‌:

As best as she could given the situation, Eva was trying to smile and be charming like her title would have her obligated to do. She calmed down scared kids and lead families to designated areas and even took photos with those who had no sense of bad timing – but deep down she was just as worried as everyone. The hotel wasn’t exactly up on a hill and if the flood got really bad, what was to stop in from turning into the final scenes from the Titanic? Even though she came down from her high-up apartment to avoid being alone, Eva couldn’t help but feel like she still was, almost wishing she had arms to curl up into while they comforted her, the longing making her think of her father for a moment, zoning our as she looked up at the dark clouds, not noticing the person who had stopped in front of her.

To say she was irritated with this whole thing would have been an understatement.  Had she not been working tonight she would have been home in her apartment, with or without Elijah, and perfectly content.  Now she wasn’t really sure what she was doing.

She stopped when she saw the woman looking dazed, a frown marring her features.  “Are you alright there?” she asked her.

[violetgallagher]

camillexwells‌:

“There’s always card games,” Camille said thoughtfully, fishing into her Chanel handbag and producing a deck of high-grade gold foil with a deep emboss surface and refraction texture shining like gold. Stolen drunkenly from a bar once upon a time. “Do you have a game you can teach me? I’ve heard Rummy is fun? The classic strip-poker–but that doesn’t seem quite appropriate with the surrounding crowd. We could just turn whatever card game into a drinking one.” 

Violet sat across from her, watching as her friend got out the cards.  “Honestly, I’m not very good at card games but I’m wiling to try.  I’m not sure what else we can do to entertain ourselves here.”  Just trying to wait out the rain seemed like a tall order with the city in a state of emergency.  “Do you know how to play Rummy?  I think the only card games I know are go fish and solitaire.”

[violetgallagher]

augustrcssi‌:

“Well lucky me then.”  August smiled broadly as he accepted the cup, hoping it was black and void of any caramel or vanilla nonsense people loved to put in their coffee these days. “ You’re a sweetheart, really, but I gotta give you something in return, even if it’s just polite conversation.” As he flashed her his charming trademark ‘Politician’ grin, August was studying the woman’s face. She wasn’t one hundred percent his type, but most who really knew him would argue that his type was every beautiful woman regardless of the color of her hair, the hue of her eyes or the tint of her skin. And to an extent, they’d be right.Patting the space next to him, August welcomed the woman as he sipped his coffee and gave a pondering expression as though he was deep in thought. “I believe it’s something along the line of do onto others as you’d have them do onto you.” He grinned, pausing for a moment. “My mother was a Catholic. Devout.” He nodded to himself. “ But it’s the same principle, really, no matter if you call it God or karma – you do nice things and put them out there and they’re returned to you. Sometimes their returned in even greater ways. Like for example, you offered me a a free coffee so I offer you a free dinner. Tonight, if you’re free. You like Italian?”

Violet watched his expression and his movements while she listened to him speak.  Religion was something she had experienced in a few foster homes, but it was never a big piece of her upbringing.  Instead she preferred to think the universe just would always come back around for both the good and the bad in different ways.  Taking a seat beside him, she crossed one leg over the other and held her coffee cup balanced on her knee.  He really didn’t have to go out of his way to repay her for the coffee, but Violet was no fool either.  She recognized him from the news and the campaign ads.  He was one of the men who practically lived in the state capitol building, though his name escaped her in that moment.  

Slowly a sincere smile found it’s way to her lips and she nodded slightly.  “Aren’t you sweet?” she told him.  “I’m free tonight.  Italian sounds wonderful.”  She paused briefly.  “But if you’re going to invite me to dinner i should at least properly introduce myself.  I’m Violet.”

[violetgallagher]

johnny-legend‌:

Chuckling at her answer, Johnny proceeded to nod his head in response. “That does seem the better way to cap off a day. Especially one that’s driving you to drink. This city does seem to have a way of doing that to people though.”

A knowing smile grew on her features.  “You’ve got that right.  I don’t know what it is about this town.”  Not that she really had a problem with it.  Sometimes it was a lot for her to deal with, but usually she was content.  Atlanta was her home and she thrived in the chaos.

[violetgallagher]

romvnix‌:

“Those are pretty fun, you have to admit,” he added. Coffee talk had spurred him to take a few hearty sips from the offered cup, the warmth filling him. He often appreciated small-talk. Chatter that evoked full-blown conversations were among his favourite. He rarely got to talk. It was usually threats pooling from mouth that greeted whoever had the misfortune of landing him on a bad day. He was in a relatively good mood and he appreciated the company. “Details are what I survive on,” he chuckled. “Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. Better than being stuck in back-to-back meetings, but my back is killing me.”

“That’s absolutely tragic,” Violet replied.  “But such is the life of the rich and powerful, huh?”  Her eyes sparkled playfully as she watched him, curious to judge his expression.  “I don’t think I’m built for paperwork and meetings.  That’s just not the sort of thing I could do,” she admitted.  Bringing her coffee to her lips, Violet pondered what that would be like.  A world where she worked a desk job?  Seemed almost laughable.

[violetgallagher]

camillexwells‌:

“Maybe,” Camille sang teasingly, coaxing Violet into prying more information out of her. And instead just willing to give it up. “Someone has a conference in London this weekend and asked me to join them there. Not exactly a destination I’d prefer but I could always travel afterward.”  

“Oooh? London.  That sounds like fun, especially if you make it a vacation afterwards.”  She couldn’t help but feel a tiny flicker of jealousy that she hadn’t been asked on a trip by one of her clients in awhile.  It was alright though.  Camille deserved to have some fun.  “Where would you go afterwards?”

[violetgallagher]

scarlettsircn‌:

Maybe it was because of alcohol in her veins but Ezarah had to bit her tongue in order to keep yet another ‘thank you’ to slip from her scarlet lips. Instead, she tried to laugh and look as if all of it was okay, when in fact it wasn’t. At this moment, the redhead was as good as lost and only the hand that guided her made her to keep walking. One foot in front of the other until it felt easier to breath and her heart eased a little. “Yeah…”, the words sound bitter on her tongue and the girl had to swallow just to keep her voice loud and clear. “If y-you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing at this place alone?”

She hadn’t really been alone.  There were a few of them there working the club to try and find the high rollers and slip them their cards.  It was a pretty fun night, and Vi would text them and let them know what happened as soon as she had a chance.  “I wasn’t really alone,” she admitted.  “There were a group of us.  I got split off, but I’ll let them know where I went.”

[violetgallagher]

westdawes‌:

“Ooh, someone likes being mysterious…” Her secrecy just made her more interesting, even though West had his assumptions and was fairly sure she wasn’t a model at her age. He liked to think that he’s spent enough time looking at models to recognize most of them, but would keep that to himself to avoid sounding like the pervert he was. He also decided that it was best to keep his philosophy about all well dressed, pretty women either being or have been hookers or were married to or daughters of rich men to himself, if only to avoid a slap to the face that he wasn’t in the mood for or a rant about women working hard in the office to be seen as equal to men – something he really wasn’t in the mood for.

“My mother ran off and left us when I was a baby. Safe to say she didn’t teach me much of anything.” Westley smirked, his blunt honesty something that often made people think he was lying to get attention when the truth was that he just didn’t care. His father was an angry man, and West couldn’t blame her for running off, be it with another man like his father had insisted or just to avoid his fists, but even though the only love West had in his body was a false sense of longing for her which on occasion gave him a soft spot for mothers and battered women, it was plainly obvious that the lack of nurturing from a female gave West a poor opinion of women.

She nodded when he spoke.  What was life like without a little mystery?  Honestly, who even was she without it?  Once all the layers were peeled away and Violet was left open and vulnerable...she didn’t know who she was.  What she knew was the facade she put up and the whispered promises she made to men.  It was the validation she never got from a family she so desperately craved.  Maybe that was who she was or at least why she did what she did.

“Oh,” she replied.  Violet’s expression fell and she shrugged.  “I’m sorry.  Mine died when I was a kid, so I didn’t really learn all the right lessons either.”  That was a story for another time, one Violet wasn’t too keen on sharing.  In some ways she felt like she’d already shared too much, given him a chance to start cracking the enigma she encased herself in.

[violetgallagher]

westdawes‌:

“You have no idea.” He replied with a knowing smirk. She had no idea what he meant, of course, and Westley had no intention to elaborate, but he found his life to be full of excitement. After a decade plus of dodging bullets, lying, cheating, stealing, and killing, there was no way he could ever survive something like sitting and waiting at the DMV. “ There’s only one chance to live, why do it boringly?” He shrugged. “Life can end at any moment, too – it’s unpredictable that way. Wasting it seems like an insult.” As he spoke, Westley suddenly found himself thinking about the lives he ended ad how many of them walked around without knowing that it was their last day on Earth; what they would have done or eaten had they known it was to be their last meal. He loved having that kind of power.

“And your job is…?” He questioned, only to be shot back with the same old garbage. He couldn’t keep in a snort. “ All women are models when they either have no job or have a job they can’t talk about.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.” So which is it? No offense but you seem a little to old to be a model.”  He wanted to tell her that there was no shame in being a waitress, maid, or a hooker, but for some reason the couth that Westley usually lacked was holding up.

he was blunt, she had to give him that.  It was about all she could give him given the slight at her age.  Violet wasn’t old, certainly not too old.  Especially for her current job.  But she wasn’t foolish enough to advertise her job.  That was how younger and less experienced girls got in trouble.  “i have a job,” she told him honestly.  “I could talk about it if I wanted to, but I’m choosing not to.”  Escorting was, technically, not illegal so long as no sex was involved.  Sometimes there was and sometimes there wasn’t.  It really depended on the client and the price tag.

“but didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not polite to comment on a woman’s age?”